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eddiethefreakkmunson · 4 months
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I’ve been stewing ona request that isn’t a duplicate of your work or one I’ve asked for before and all I could come up with is:
Eddie accidentally ingests viagra or some sort of stimulant “sex chocolate” or something of that nature. And what kind of friend would we be if we didn’t help him out? Gotta take one for the team, right? 😏
I LOVE this idea, thank you so much for requesting it 💕
Prescription Predicament
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Eddie accidentally takes viagra, what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t help him out?
Word Count: 7.1K
Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Best friends to lovers, Smut, PIV (protected), Oral Sex (Both m and f receiving), Fingering - (Let me know if I missed anything my brain is fried rn)
Author's Note: I know asked for smutty requests over two months ago but my personal life has been exhausting lately and it's fucking with my creativity on every level, I appreciate your patience. Thank you to everyone that showed interest in this, it was the perfect little motivation boost I needed to get this finished and I hope it was worth the wait 🥰
Taglist is at the bottom but there is a few people that asked to be tagged in this that for some reason it just would not let me - So if you see this and weren't tagged I'm sorry I tried! ☹️
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“Eddie!” Your voice boomed as your fist repeatedly hammered on the door of your best friend’s trailer. “Eddie, come on, what the hell are you doing in there?”
After a few minutes of silence that had you genuinely concerned for his welfare, you finally heard the sound of clumsy footsteps followed by the thump of someone walking into a piece of furniture.
“Jeeesus Christ,” Eddie complained, he squinted harshly at the sudden blast of sunlight hitting his weary face as he swung open the door. “Do you have to be so loud?”
You snorted as you took in the sight of him in his blue chequered boxers and tattered band tee, the W.A.S.P logo faded and cracked from years of being washed. His sleepy eyes and wild nest of curls made him look like a bear that was fresh out of hibernation.
“What was taking you so long? I thought you’d died or something.”
“Yeah well I might croak soon, feels like my head is packed with dynamite and it’s about to blow,” you watched him pinch the bridge of his nose, his features screwing up in pain while he stepped aside to let you in. “What time is it anyway?”
“It’s almost eight, you know, like we planned?” You brushed past him and into the centre of his cosy living room, waving the VHS he asked you to pick up from Family Video. Setting the tape down on the coffee table, your features softened in concern as you turned your full attention to him. “Are you okay?”
Eddie blew out a frustrated breath, his mop of tangled curls bounced as he shook his head. He quickly stopped, wincing when the sudden movements caused a sharp flash of pain to shoot across his brow. 
“Do I look okay?” he grumbled. “Can’t see shit either, it’s like I stared into the sun for a really long time and now the spots are stuck there forever.”
“Sounds like a migraine,” you grimaced with sympathy. You’d suffered from plenty of them and wouldn’t wish them on anyone. “Have you thrown up yet?”
“No, does that happen?”
“Sometimes, have you taken anything for it?”
“No,” he gritted his teeth knowing you were about to chastise him for not doing anything to help himself.
You rolled your eyes, typical Eddie but you decided to not give him any grief, at least not until he felt better and he had no choice but to tell you that you were right, as usual. 
“Well… That would be a good start,” you ushered him in the direction of his bedroom. “I’ll leave you in peace though, you should try and sleep it off.” 
“Wait,” he spun on his heel, catching your arm softly in his grip as you turned to leave the trailer. “Will you sit here with me? You can still put the movie on, I’ll just close my eyes for a little while.”
“Eddie, the sound won’t help,” you almost whispered. “You need to go lie in a dark, silent roo-”
“Please?” He cut you off, his hand sliding down your arm until he could intertwine your fingers with a gentle squeeze. 
Eddie loved his Saturday nights alone with you. He may have hung out with you every day at school, but you were always surrounded by friends. He found that there was something extra special about the time spent with just you and him. It was the reason he didn’t cancel his plans with you when he started feeling like shit, he just hoped he’d be feeling better by the time you arrived which turned out to be wishful thinking.
“Okay,” There was no use arguing with him, you couldn’t deny him anything while he was looking at you with such an adorable pout. “But go and take some Tylenol, now.” 
“Yes ma'am,” even in his bleak state Eddie still gave you a dorky salute before turning round and trudging down the hall to his bedroom. 
Eddie felt around his nightstand three-quarters of the way blind, his lids drooped low to avoid the sunlight pouring in through his bedroom window. Various belongings thump as they hit the carpeted floor, knocked off of the littered surface by his haphazard search efforts. He couldn’t be bothered to check if he’d broken anything of importance, too determined to locate the bottle of Tylenol he knew was hidden somewhere.
“Where the fuck is it?” he groaned. His frustrated expression morphed into a smirk when his fingertips grazed the plastic bottle. “Gotcha.” 
Eddie’s smirk faded just as quickly as it had formed when he found it empty. He shook the bottle for good measure as though he could magically refill it with the pain relief he so desperately needed.
“Son of a bitch!” Eddie chucked the bottle over his shoulder and began feeling his way to the bathroom. 
He shuffled cautiously until he found himself at the medicine cabinet. Wayne had to have something right? The old man was constantly complaining about his bad back and shoddy knee. 
Eddie retracted his lids a sliver to browse the various medications, the amassing fuzz obscured his vision making it impossible to read the tiny print on the label. He reached for what looked like a generical pill box on the highest shelf, figuring that they were prescription strength pain meds and therefore exactly what he was looking for. How convenient for Wayne to have a brand new box. He thumbed two pills from their foil-sealed packaging and tossed them into his mouth. They sat bitterly on his tongue as he leaned down and angled his head beneath the running faucet to help wash them down. Now that he’d finally fulfilled your wishes, Eddie didn’t bother putting the box away. When he returned to the living room you’d already gotten comfy in your usual spot, the opening credits of the movie were rolling on the screen at the lowest possible volume. He smiled fondly when you patted the cushion on your lap that was awaiting him. Making his way over to you he plopped down and wiggled around until he was comfortable; despite his feet hanging awkwardly over the arm of the couch.
Eddie sighed and his lashes fluttered closed. Instead of dwelling on the throbbing in his forehead, he focused on the sensation of you lightly tracing the contours of his face. Your fingertips were chilled from your walk across town, the coolness making it all the more soothing for him. Your heart melted as his tightly sewn brow unwound and his features were no longer warped by the pressure threatening to split his skull.
Your touch effectively fought off the previously unyielding tension, rendering him still and at ease. Your fingers found their way into his hair which came without a second thought. Sometimes you’d scratch his scalp to help him fall asleep and Eddie often finds himself craving your phenomenal head massages. Your attention was focused on the TV screen playing the mediocre slasher film while he practically purred in your lap. Your fingernails continued to graze his scalp until the pain reliever kicked in and his moans of discomfort had subsided. Eddie was so relaxed that he almost succumbed to the pull of sleep that was weighing heavily, that was until he felt an all too familiar awakening below the belt. It came as no surprise to him, you were touching him. He’d hidden innumerable semis due to your presence but something about this one felt different.
Eddie cracked one eye open to peek down at his crotch and he immediately kicked himself for not putting pants on once you had arrived. He was not sporting his usual semi, hell, he was pitching a full tent like it was summer camp. Praying that you were too invested in the crappy movie to notice, Eddie reached for the spare cushion wedged beside his hip and inconspicuously clutched it to his front. He tried his best to make it appear that he just wanted something to hug.
Of course you had noticed his very prominent erection, it was impossible not to. A thrill shot to your core with the thought of your touch being the cause of his arousal. You didn’t know how to react despite how giddy you felt about his body being so responsive to your touch. 
Throughout your friendship people had always assumed you were an item. On the contrary, you had shared one drunken kiss at most and both of you were too chicken shit to bring it up again after that night. But truthfully, you wished for him to want you in the way that he’d kiss you when he was sober. The fact that he’d popped a boner while you were spoiling him suggested that the feelings were mutual. You weren’t sure what to do with yourself, so you kept your gaze glued across the room and acted oblivious.
Eddie couldn’t conjure up a reasonable explanation as to why he was so bricked up. He’d never been so hard in his life and it had grown to be uncomfortable, his cock begging for any ounce of friction he could slyly get away with. There’s no way he could excuse himself to the bathroom without you spotting the obvious when he stood up. He certainly couldn’t take the cushion to the bathroom with him to use as a shield. The instinctual need became unbearable, he was going to lose his mind if he tried to sit still for a second longer.
With the utmost subtlety, Eddie used his grip on the cushion to push down while simultaneously wiggling his hips. His jaw clenched as he choked back the gasp that sat on the tip of his tongue. The faintly strangled sound drew your attention away from the screen. Eddie’s eyes were screwed shut, but this time it was out of frustration rather than pain. His nostrils flared and his breathing deepened. On the cusp of asking what was the matter, the words dried in your throat as your gaze landed on his lower half. Your heart pounded in your chest at the realisation of why he made that sound, and why he had started moving after being still for so long.
You wondered if the thermostat had gone haywire because the air felt stifling. The short thrusts of his hips against the orange cushion made you wish you had one of your own to use. You weren’t sure what his endgame was, but the room felt too suffocating to wait and find out. You needed some air and fast, or at least a moment away from him to try and compose yourself.
“I uh- I gotta use the bathroom,” you stuttered and stood hastily. His head bounced against the couch, having lost the support of your lap and you disappeared before he had the chance to even process what you said.
Shit. Eddie seized the desperate rutting of his hips as he was dragged back to Earth by your sudden departure. He got carried away, what the fuck was wrong with him tonight? He lifted the cushion and glared down at his now painfully hard cock straining against his boxer shorts. A dark blue patch of precum blotted the spot he’d been rubbing. He had no reason to be in this state, only an hour ago he felt like he was dying so what had turned him into such a pathetic pervert in such a short time? He was starting to panic as he wondered what you were thinking. How obvious had his inability to control himself been to you?
You slammed the bathroom door closed behind you. Standing in front of the mirror, you stared at your reflection and took several deep breaths. Get a hold of yourself, you thought as your fingers curled around the cool porcelain edges of the sink. It wasn’t until after you splashed your face with cold water that you noticed the box of pills lying beside you on the counter. Once they had caught your attention, you were stunned to read what they really were.
 You cracked the door open slightly and called out to him. “Eds?”
For a moment, you worried he’d fled due to the beat of silence that passed before he answered.
“Yeah?”
“Come here a sec.”
“Do I have to?” He sighed, not wanting to get up while he still hadn’t managed to get rid of his big problem.
“Yes,” You rolled your eyes and waited for him to stroll down the hall.
Eddie strategically hid his body behind the door frame and popped his head into view. There was an expectant look on his face, waiting for the reason he was beckoned. His eyes followed your finger as you pointed to the pills on the counter.
“Did you take those?”
“Yeah?” Eddie replied feeling unsure of himself, the fact that you were questioning it made him nervous that he had inadvertently poisoned himself.
“Do you know what they are?”
“Uhh, pain meds?” 
“Noooo,” your lips curled into a smirk. “You took Viagra.”
“Viagra?” he roared. Temporarily unphased by his predicament, he stepped into the bathroom and picked up the box, the fuzz no longer afflicting his vision. “What the fuck?”
“Why did you think they were pain meds?” you fought the urge to giggle.
“You told me to go take something knowing full well I couldn’t see!”
“You’re blaming me for this?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m blaming you!” His voice got higher the louder he became. “Why do we even have this?” 
Eddie froze when it dawned on him that the only reason they would be in the cabinet is because they belong to Wayne. 
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, dropping the box at his feet. He buried his face in his palms and threw his head back. “Ughhhh! Why me?” 
You couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer, the first chuckle escaped your lips while you took in the pitiful sight of him.
“It’s not funny!” he yelled, feeling agitated and more than a little humiliated. “It hurts!”
“It’s a little funny,” You teased.
“Shut up! Seriously, what am I gonna do?” 
“Nothing,” you told him calmly, swiping up the box from the floor to read the instructions on the back. “It says here it should go away on its own in about three hours.”
“Three hours?!” He whined.
“Three to four hours.”
“Why the fuck does it last that long?”
“Oh, quit being dramatic. You’ve already made it through the first one,” you said, placing the pills back in the medicine cabinet. “Come and watch the rest of the movie with me, it might help take your mind off it.”
Eddie dragged his feet as you took his hand and led his pouting face back to the living room. He returned to his spot beside you. but instead of laying in your lap, he chose to sit upright. With the cushion pulled back to its previous position over his groin, he tried his best to focus on the mostly forgotten movie. His expression reminded you of an overgrown child that was seconds away from a tantrum because they didn’t get their way. You snickered at the absurdity of the situation you had found yourselves in and folded your legs beneath you to make yourself comfortable at the opposite end of the couch.
Over the course of the next half hour you watched Eddie fidget in your peripheral vision as he huffed and sighed in aggravation. You hated to admit it, but his squirming was turning you on more than it ought to. It was the way he was incapable of regulating his bated breathing, how his toes curled into the rough carpet and the subtle shift of his hips when he involuntarily thrusted into the cushion laid across his lap. It overwhelmed you to the point that you were squeezing your thighs together to suppress the throbbing that was blooming between them. When a whimper escaped from his lips, it was game over for you.
Would it be completely inappropriate to offer him a hand? You were doubtful that he would turn down such an offer in his current state. But what would that mean for your relationship? Best friend's don't give each other rub and tugs. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you didn't want to just do him a favour. You didn't want to have to hold back, and you wanted to do it more than just this once. Deciding that it was worth the risk, you uncurled from your position and slid down onto the carpet. While Eddie's eyes remained closed and his head rested against the back of the couch, you crawled the short distance to sit on your knees between his widely spread legs. He wasn't phased by the movement until you pried the cushion from his grip and tossed it aside. Eddie's head snapped forward and he looked down at you like a deer in headlights.
“Huuuuuh- what…. what is happening?” He stuttered, softly taking hold of your wrists when your hands found purchase on his bare thighs.
“Don’t you think it’s about time we did something about this?” You asked, looking pointedly at his cock.
“Like what?” He croaked.
His grip remained firm but he did nothing to stop you when your fingers creeped higher up his legs. Your fingertips now danced along the waistband of his boxers. 
“I think you know what.”
“Errrm, yeah but it’s kinda hard to believe this is happening,” he chuckled breathily. “Oh God, my head really exploded didn’t it? I died and this is heaven.”
“Well, I am on my knees aren’t I? And I wanna worship you, is that your idea of heaven?” 
“Hoooly fucking shit yes,” he whimpered. “But-”
“You know it won’t go away with just your fist or that cushion. I can help, if you want.”
Eddie nodded eagerly at almost comical speed. Unwilling to waste another second you tugged down his boxers, he lifted his hips just enough for you to drag them below his ass and free his swollen cock. He exhaled in relief as the cool air tickled his searing skin. You took a moment to truly admire him, your mouth watering as your gaze fixated on the girth of him, his weeping tip flushed dark pink with a prominent vein running along the underside of his shaft. He was fucking beautiful and your pussy clenched around nothing at the mere thought of him stuffed inside of you. Wrapping your fist securely around the stiff and hot base, you ran your tongue up to his tip. You placed a single peck to the head before you took him fully into your mouth. 
Wet warmth engulfed his cock while your fist pumped what you couldn’t handle. He whined above you, his fingers threaded into his hair and tugged harshly to keep himself from grabbing the back of your head. The last thing he wanted was to be forceful, but nevertheless, his hips had a mind of their own. You breathed deeply through your nose, attempting to suppress your gag reflex when he fucked your mouth harder. You didn’t mind, you found it impossibly enthralling that he was so worked up he could hardly control his movements. Your pussy grew wetter as his moans got louder, and you couldn’t help but snake the hand that wasn’t jerking him off down the front of your jeans and beneath your underwear. Your fingers rubbed tight, quick circles to your swollen clit. 
“Oh my god… Baby that’s… Ohhhh,” Eddie mumbled between broken moans. “No idea how many times I thought about this… Your lips - Mmmmm, thank you… Thank you…”
He barely lasted a few minutes before he was reaching out to cup your cheek, urgently attempting to guide you away as a warning he was about to climax. He expected you to pull away but you only moaned around him in response, the vibrations travelled along his shaft tipping him over the edge. His balls drew up tighter than they ever had before. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he shot rope after rope of cum down the back of your throat.
Even after coming down from what was without a doubt the most drawn out and intense orgasm of his life, his cock is still rock hard. Throbbing and twitching in your palm, he’s ready to go again despite the fact that he shouldn’t be.
“What the actual fuck?” He growled breathlessly, the bewilderment evident in his voice.
You wanted to offer to keep going, but with Eddie being particularly well endowed, your jaw was already aching. With your own arousal yet to be relieved, you decided to boldly take what may have the only chance you would get.
“Do you have condoms?”
His eyes met yours with scepticism, as though he really didn’t think he could get any luckier than he already had. You squeezed his knee to remind him he had yet to answer you and Eddie nodded apprehensively, maybe you really did want him as badly as he wanted you. 
“What do you say we move this into the bedroom then, hmm?”
“Fuck… Are you sure?” 
In place of a verbal response, you rose to your feet with a shy smile. You swallowed down any self-consciousness that was threatening to get in the way. With him still sitting on the couch and his cock exposed, you eyed him while you stripped down to your underwear. Eddie’s restless fingers clawed at the skin of his thighs, his head started to feel woozy as your body was revealed to him one garment at a time. Once your bra was unhooked and your underwear had dropped to the floor Eddie held his breath involuntarily. His big brown eyes travelled along your naked figure, feeling indecisive on which part of you he wanted to explore first. 
He was mute with a strong gaze and it caused your confidence to waiver. Before you could let it crumble completely you held out your hand to him, your fingers wiggling in encouragement to take it. As he let the breath he had held captive free, Eddie tucked himself back into his boxers. His legs quaked as he stood and closed the short distance between you, his fingers reaching out to tangle with yours.
“You know you don’t have to do this,” he said under his breath. “You’ve done more than enough for me already.”
Eddie would much rather be miserable on his own than to cause you a shred of discomfort in trying to help him. 
“Trust me,” you assured him, guiding his hand down between your legs so he could feel how sincerely soaked you were for him. “I really fucking want to.”
A squeak barely escaped you when his lips unexpectedly captured yours. Instinctively, your hands caressed the side of his face to keep him from pulling away. Eddie's hand explored your slick covered folds and in a matter of seconds, his fingers were coated with your arousal. You moaned into his mouth as he circled your clit, rubbing firmly against the nerve. Your hands travelled down his neck and you were unhappy to find him still mostly clothed. You frustratedly broke the kiss in order to yank his shirt up over his head. Eddie followed your lead and pushed his boxers back over his hips until they fell to pool around his ankles. Stepping out of them one foot at a time Eddie began to walk you backward down the hall toward his bedroom. All the while, his desperate hands sought to feel every inch of your body and his lips glided down the column of your throat. You gripped his slim waist to avoid tripping over the various obstacles he'd thrown to the floor while you made your way to his bed.
Once the backs of your knees met the edge of his mattress, Eddie urged you to lay back. You did as he asked and inched back while he watched. Eddie crawled between your legs and gently groped at your naked chest, his lips not far behind to suck harshly on the crook where your neck meets your shoulder. To give him more access, you tilted your head to the side and nuzzled your face into the pillow. His scent fills your nose and it sets your senses aflame, squirming as he continued to suckle on your pulse point. Before you had the chance to reach down a grasp hold of his cock, he travelled south. His mouth left a hot, wet trail as he made his way down to your core. Eddie’s strong hands forced your thighs apart to settle himself between them. His eyes locked shamelessly on your heat as he looked forward to spoiling you with the same treatment you gave him. You were conflicted in that moment because while you were on the verge of losing your mind if you didn’t feel him inside you soon, you also appreciated his eagerness to get a taste of you. 
Eddie covers your inner thighs with the softest kisses, using one hand to hold you in place by your hip. You felt the knuckles of his opposite hand glide through your wetness. Your body reacted immediately, your hips rocking in time with his thumb swiping firmly against your clit. Your body melted beneath him while his tongue smoothed over the sensitive nub. 
Eddie's experimental licks grew more confident as he grew acquainted and subsequently fell in love with the way you taste.
Your legs dropped open further when he moaned into you, the vibrations reverberating through your core. You lifted your head to watch him savour you. There was a little pinch between his brows and his eyes were squeezed shut, which only fanned the flames of your burning desire for him. You lifted your hips to encourage him to venture further. Understanding what you needed, he slid two fingers inside you with very little resistance and hooked them upwards. It only took a handful of explorative strokes before he was brushing the spot that he knew would bring you to euphoric bliss. 
“Yes… oh fuck, right there,” your hands threaded into his hair while his fingers pumped in and out of you. “Oh my god… Eddie…”
“Mmmm, you taste so fucking good,” he pulled away for only a moment to respond. 
Eddie’s brown eyes, darkened by lust, stared up at you while his plump lips glistened with your arousal. Without hesitation, his tongue returned to your clit and he sucked greedily, his plunging fingers following suit. You ground your hips against his mouth, and with little warning, you came hard.
“Eddie!” You cried, your pussy clamping down around his fingers as your thighs snapped closed to hold him in place. “Oh my fucking god! Ohhhh-”
He happily worked you through your orgasm until your body was limp beneath him. Eddie retracted his fingers and dragged them up through your folds. You twitched as he spread your release over your sensitive clit. He grinned softly when he looked up at you again, the pride evident on his features as he crawled his way up your body.
“Holy shit,” Eddie laughed breathlessly. He pressed a wet kiss to your lips for you to taste how sweet you were. “That was so fucking hot. I’ve never made someone cum that hard before.”
You grinned back. Still at a loss for words, you reached between your bodies to give him a few steady strokes. He pulsed in your palm and it sent a surge through your lower belly. You hastily flipped him over, his back meeting the mattress with a bounce. Eddie was spread before you, and you committed the sight to your memory to cherish until your dying days. He tucked his hands behind his head, the fucked out expression still melted onto his features. Eddie had never looked so beautiful. Your eyes wandered his slender torso and followed the delicious happy trail that led to the thatch of dark curls framing his gorgeous dick.
Spying the small blue box of condoms on the dresser, you grabbed them while Eddie shuffled himself up the mattress to get more comfortable in a sitting position. You straddled his hips and he leaned forward to kiss you hungrily. He took the little foil wrapper from your hand, tore it open, and rolled the condom down his aching cock. He gave himself a few strokes for good measure and you watched him adoringly.
“Ready for more sweetheart?” he asked with an air of smugness. He could see how you were practically drooling. The way your eyes fixated on the motion of his hand gave him one hell of an ego boost.
You nodded embarrassingly quickly and he chuckled. Eddie’s free hand gripped your hip to pull you closer as he guided his tip to your entrance. Your fingertips dug into his shoulders as you steadied yourself, and ever so slowly sank down on his generous length. You shuddered as he stretched you inch by glorious inch. You couldn’t recall ever feeling so full and it was the best goddamn thing you’d ever felt. He gave you a moment to adjust before both of his hands found purchase on your ass. Eddie started to fuck himself up into your pleading pussy, causing the bedframe to shake from the force of his thrusts. You braced yourself with one arm on the wall behind his head to keep yourself upright.
Eddie had one hell of a view, and it had him entranced. Your jaw was slack as you gasped and panted from how deep he was, and your tits bounced in his face while he relentlessly pounded into you. His hooded eyes never stopped roaming your body. He wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you flush to his chest. Eddie buried his face into the crook of your neck to resume his attack on the tender flesh of your throat.
Mingling moans and whimpers were paired with the wet sounds of him driving into your cunt filled the small space of his bedroom. You tugged his hair to pull his face from your neck, needing to feel his lips on yours as you ground desperately in his lap. He met you for a sloppy kiss, both of you too far gone to care about the clumsiness.
“Close, close- baby I’m so close,” you whined against his lips. The white hot pressure in your core grew closer to reaching its boiling point with every brush of his wiry curls against your clit.
“Yeah, you gonna cum for me?” he growled. His sweaty forehead pressed to your own while his borderline black irises looked deep into your soul. “Fuck, I wanna feel you cumming all over my cock.”
“Uh huh, Eddie I’m gonna cum,” you nodded dumbly. Your heart was pounding in your ears so loudly that you could hardly focus on a word he was saying. 
His hand left your waist to snake down. His thumb rubbed circles to your clit, which in his urgency, may have been a little rough. But it didn’t matter, it was more than enough to get you there. 
“Oh fuck!” You cried as you came. Your hips continued to roll, a clumsy attempt at keeping up with his thrusts. 
You rode out the waves of ecstasy until you collapsed against his chest. Both of his arms wrapped protectively around you and his nose nuzzled against your temple. Eddie whispered how good you were for him. It took you a few minutes for your cloudy head to clear to notice that his hips were still rocking into you. You had forgotten that the whole point of this was to get Eddie off and not yourself. Despite how sensitive you were feeling, you pushed through the mild discomfort. He surely couldn’t be too far behind you. 
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case and with each minute that passed, Eddie grew more frustrated. The pills were affecting his ability to cum in a timely manner. Even though he had a blowjob beforehand, it had never taken him this long to blow his load before. Your movements grew sluggish and when a tiny whimper passed your lips, he knew it was becoming too much. Eddie's heart squeezed behind his ribs at the thought that he was causing you pain. The guilt pulled him further out of the moment, and he was prepared to surrender. 
“I’m sorry,” he practically sobbed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I swear any other time I would’ve busted ages ago.”
“It’s okay,” you reassured him. You ignored the ache in your thighs that was begging you to change positions, you were determined to get him there. 
“No it’s not,” he shook his head. The stray curls plastered themselves to his damp skin. “We don’t have to keep going, I don’t wanna hurt you-”
“Hey, I’m fine,” you stopped him. He had gripped the meat of your hips to lift you off of him but you halted him with the placement of your hands on top of his. “Really.”
Eddie sighed deeply and averted his gaze, clearly unconvinced. You curled your fingers gently around his and lifted his hands to your chest, placing one on each of your breasts. You made him squeeze them as a form of encouragement. You rested your own hands on either side of his head and forced him to look at you. 
“Stop worrying about how long it’s taking and focus on what you’re feeling,” your thumbs tenderly brushed the apples of his cheekbones. “How am I making you feel?”
You emphasised your words with a roll of your hips, your dedication to helping him get there gave you a boost of energy to persevere.
“So fucking good,” Eddie shivered. His eyes fluttered closed as he zeroed in on the way your muscles quivered around his cock and how soft your skin felt cupped in his palms.
“What is it that feels good?”
He could barely think, barely speak. It felt like his brain was melting to mush with every second he stayed inside you.
“Eddie,” you pressed, gently demanding his answer.
“Feels… fuck, your pussy,” he babbled, unable to form a coherent sentence. “I don’t… you’re just so… warm, soft.”
“Mmmm, you like my pussy?”
“Oh, f-fuck, yeah.”
“Yeah? Then take it Eds, I’m all yours,” you promised.
“You mean that?” his hands tickled your ribs as they glided from your breasts to your ass, his palms squeezing what now belonged to him. “Even… after tonight?”
“Is that what you want?” 
His lovestruck gaze never broke your own as he nodded sincerely, your foreheads still stuck together.
“Then you can have me anytime you want, baby.”
Eddie groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he let the words he had dreamt about hearing for so long finally sink in. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let every one of his senses be entirely consumed by you. Eddie was concentrating so hard on driving himself into your warm, wet heat that he didn’t notice his orgasm sneaking up until it was too late. Before he could get a word out he was already pulsing inside you, grunting into your neck with a deep growl. When Eddie finally slipped out of you, your fingers lightly soothed any part of him you could reach while he recovered. His entire body trembled from the force of his release. The problem however still remained. Despite your best efforts, the full condom glistened around his everlasting hard on. 
“Fuck!” Eddie yelled.
You stared at him hopelessly. You hated that it was causing him so much distress, but you knew neither of you had the stamina to go another round. At least, not without a break first. 
“I’m just gonna… Try to take care of it-” he muttered, pulling off the condom and tying the top with a tight knot as you moved out of his lap. He swung his unsteady legs over the edge of the bed and tossed it in the nearby trash can. “In the bathroom… I’ll be back.”
You'd already gone out of your way to help him and at this rate he considers himself a nuisance; he has to solve this issue on his own. You reached out and grasped his wrist before he could get too far.
“You don’t have to go,” you said. You gnawed in your lower lip, worried he may reject you in favour of his own hand. “I wanna help.”
Eddie felt like an idiot for being blinded by frustration and almost leaving the girl of his dreams naked and alone in his bed.
Eddie, beckoned by your pleading expression, returned to your side. The springs squeaked beneath his weight as he rejoined you. When he laid back against the pillow and you giggled; a subconscious attempt at easing the hopeless atmosphere. Once he was comfortable beside you, you tenderly wrapped your fingers around his shaft. You'd only stroked him a handful of times before you were startled by his outburst.
“Ow, ow! Fuck, stop!” he wailed at the lingering pain in his balls. “I can’t go again, it hurts too bad.”
“Sorry!” You placed your hand on his thigh and gave it a firm squeeze, unsure how else to comfort him. 
Eddie didn't speak another word, his train of thought overpowered by self-pity. You slid off of the bed and retrieved your clothes from the living room. Dressing yourself there, you pulled on your t-shirt and panties leaving your jeans in a heap where you’d dropped them. After returning to his room, you crawled back into bed and encouraged him to settle between your open legs. He obliged and scooted until his bare back was against your chest. Too sore and too exhausted to care about being naked, his eyes fluttered closed. You pressed your cheek to the crown of his head and drew soothing patterns across his flushed, pale skin. His reflection in the mirror across the room was saddening; he looked like he wanted to cry.
“I’m gonna be stuck like this forever.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” you chuckled. You turned your head to look at his alarm clock. “You’ve still got an hour left, I’m sure it will go away in no time.”
“What if it doesn’t?” he lamented.
“Then I guess I’ll drive you to the emergency room.” 
The look on Eddie’s face as it snapped towards you could only be described as one of pure horror but if it came down to it, you really would have to. You cupped his cheek in your palm and told him once again to stop worrying. Leaning forward you pecked a kiss to the tip of his nose. When that failed to banish the worry lines that still marred his face you placed another to his forehead. Then to the corner of his mouth and each of his cheeks. Still unsatisfied you lifted his hand and brought each of his fingers to your lips. Eventually he caved, the sweetest of smiles creeping across his features. 
“Thank you,” he whispered before settling back into your embrace.
Against all odds you managed to relax him enough to drift into a light sleep. By the time he stirred a little over half an hour later his erection had finally subsided. Eddie had never been so happy to go soft in his entire life.
The following morning, Wayne was lounging in his armchair ready to enjoy his day off. He kicked his feet up to watch The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, bologna sandwich in hand, when Eddie stalked into the living room and planted himself heavily on the couch next to him.
“Can I help you?” Wayne asked after a moment of silence and Eddie staring at him intently.
“Drugs Wayne? Really?” he scolded, sounding like a disappointed parent interrogating their teenager. 
“What in the hell are you talking about, boy?” Wayne scoffed before he took a hefty bite of his sandwich. 
Without answering, Eddie whipped the box of Viagra out of his back pocket and slapped them down on the coffee table between them. It took Wayne a second to realise what they were, but once he did, he almost choked on his food. He whacked his chest with his fist and reached for the glass of water beside him. 
“Have you been in my medicine cabinet?” 
“You mean our medicine cabinet,” Eddie retorted. 
Wayne was speechless. He didn’t know whether to laugh at Eddie’s seriousness or scold him for his attitude.
“You really wanna lecture me about drugs? You think I don’t know what you keep in my old lunchbox?” Wayne countered. 
“That’s not the issue here,” Eddie dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “The issue is-”
“Now just wait a second,” Wayne interrupted as he inspected the sheet of pills, taking note of the empty pockets. “Did you take these?”
“That’s irrelevant. Why would you have these under our roof? This is a christian household Wayne. I expected better from a man of God.”
It wasn’t often that Wayne’s face gave away what he was thinking, but at that moment, he was finding it extremely hard not to crack a smile at how ridiculous Eddie was being. In all honesty, he forgot that the viagra was even there. They were a gag gift from his drinking buddies down at The Attic on his 50th birthday. While he hadn’t used them yet, Wayne was nothing if not a resourceful man. He put them on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet in the event that they may prove useful in the future.
“Kev gave them to me on my 50th,” Wayne explained once he had composed himself. “You know, as a joke.”
“But you kept them,” Eddie stated as he stood and towered over his uncle who’s eyes still twinkled with amusement.
Wayne didn’t respond, he only crossed his arms over his chest and watched Eddie start to back away towards the bedroom. He knew now was not the right time to pry but he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened that caused Eddie to ambush him like this. 
“Very disappointed…” Eddie continued muttering his disapproval as he disappeared down the hall. “Make better decisions… Oh, and we’re out of Tylenol by the way.”
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ja3hwa · 6 months
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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤/𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 ♡
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【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Your two professors were more than happy to show you some tips and tricks to help you study.
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-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Colleg Au. Suggestive. 
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Professor!Yungi x Student!Reader 
[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Swearing. Pet names. Hints of sex. Teasing. Dirty talk. Some man handling. Mingi and Yunho are HUGE.
Thank you, @mixling-blog, @yugy-oh, and @senpai-of-doom, for requesting Mingi and Yunho for this day. ♡♡♡
Note: I actually forgot to finish this day, and I'm so sorry. So I'll be making a part 2 once kinktober is done cause I had this whole idea but i just lost track of all the fics and this one got put on the bottom of my list by accident ahhhh.
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There was a secret code in college, an unspoken rule if you will. Never, ever, by any means, fall in love, or sleep with your professors. And yes, they might be handsome, and they might be only seven or so in age difference. But never, EVER, be romantically or sexually involved.  And this rule stuck by most students and more professors. There were young girls who always fawned over the brooding, tall, and mysterious drinks of water known as their music or mathematics teachers. And boys that would whisper among themselves who was the hottest, Ms. Kim, the science teacher, or Mrs. Park, the criminology professor.
But you? You swore the minute you only got barely accepted to the college―since you were late for the cut―that you would not look at your teachers in such an inappropriate and unprofessional way. Besides, you were one day going to be joining them as a professor once you pass your training exam. You always wanted to teach visual arts and Theater and this college has allowed you not only to study such majors and degrees but also train so that one day you’ll be able to teach them yourself to others.
You worked hard, studied instead of sleeping. Sleeping instead of hanging out with friends. Your life revolved around your work, and yet when you met the stand-in, since your normal teacher was away for a couple of weeks. It was like your brain no longer understood how to function. And the worst part…
Theres two of them.
Both are strong, tall, and deviously handsome. One had a voice so deep you could feel the vibrations of his vocals every time he spoke, and the other had eyes as piercing as the sun and a smile that could kill. To say they were your ideal type would be an understatement. And what was the icing on the cake? They are huge. Beefy broad shoulders, thick biceps and thighs, heavy chests. They were like super soldiers, and oh, how that made you swoon. Wanting nothing more than for them to pick you up and throw you around as if you weighed nothing. If you were to stand in between them, you surely would be caged in the best way possible.
You met them during the first term, six months ago. And every day since was a little unspoken game of cat and mouse. You didn’t flirt at first, still wanting to be professional but as your late hours at the library grew or the time spent sitting in an empty classroom for some quiet as your dorm was too loud to considerate became more common. Mr Park and Mr Jung came to your aid to help you with your studies, of course. First, they would sit at the front of the classroom while you were at a row of desks. They would explain about being a teacher, cheat sheets of sorts, and tips for when to do your first training shift. Helping you understand the ins and outs of navigating college students. And then it slowly moved to one of them sitting next to you, Mr Song, you could smell his cologne, the musk of his natural scent. His arm would brush yours, occasionally making you see how his large biceps were. And they were definitely the same if not larger than your thighs. Your body felt so small next to him.
And then Mr Jung sat on the other side of you. The feeling of being caged was coming to reality, and it was burning a fire inside of you. You tried to brush away these feelings. They are your professors, after all and one day, co-workers, not some school crush to dot over. But they were so smooth-talking, charming, with flirtatious smiles, and your mind couldn’t help but wonder since they are so naturally big, were they big else where…
“You get all that peach?” Mr Jung’s voice snapped you out of your lewd thoughts, redness suddenly pooling on your cheeks. You see that’s why Mr Jung had given you such a nickname, Peach, was because of the shade of pink your cheeks would be whenever he made eye contact with you. Deep down you knew your professor shouldn’t be nicknaming his student but then again you didn’t take the classes they taught, and the longer you thought about it, the more okay it was to flirt back. After all, you were all adults.
“You seem a bit distracted today?” Mr Song grumbled behind you, making a shiver dance down your back. My god, if that man sounded like that on a regular, you wondered what his bedroom voice sounded like, or even better, his morning voice. “Is something bothering you?” he asked, placing his large hand on your shoulder, stopping you from turning to the side to see him. No, instead, he slowly rubbed his fingers deep into your tense muscle, making you feel relief surge through you. You almost forgot to answer the question, too focused on the older man's hands doing wonders on your shoulders.
“I-I uhmm…” You were lost, suddenly feeling Mr Jung’s hand grip the top part of your thigh, rubbing circles on your exposed flesh where the hem of your shorts are. “It’s just. M-mr Jung…”
“Don’t worry, Peach, and I said already. Call me Yunho. We are going to be co-workers soon. You should address me and Mingi as such.” He included his friend and co-worker at the end, letting you know what you’ve been told for the thousandth time, call them by their first names. “You seem tense, darling. What could ever be the cause of so much tension in this pretty body of yours.”
Your eyes snapped open now, looking at Mr Jung―uh you mean Yunho―in his intense stare. Did he just call you darling? Now, your face was definitely redder than a tomato at this point. “Y-Yunho…”
Yunho groaned, biting his lip while rolling his eyes slightly. he had to pull back for a second before returning his hand to your thigh. “God, my name sounds so good when you say it.”
You looked away for a moment, feeling your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. The next thing you knew, a pair of large beefy arms pulled you by your waist until your ass was placed onto a board, hard, lap. “Say my name Doll Face. I wanna hear what my name sounds like coming off your pretty lips.” All barriers were gone and lines were being crossed. But none of you cared anyone. The flirtation became too much, more so for the men it seems and with Mingi’s lips finding the sweet spot behind your ear you couldn’t help but moan;
“Mingi…”
“Fuck, that’s it. Such a good girl.” The hold Min had on you got tighter, and his huge biceps caged your back against his heavy chest. Your mind was spinning at the sheer thought that all Mingi and Yunho had to do was squeeze you tight enough that you’d break. They are so much bigger than you, stronger than you. They could throw you around and do as they pleased to you and all you could―would―do is lay back and take it.
“We knew you’d be such a good girl for us peach. Just look at you, head empty already when we have barely touched you.” Yunho chuckled, squeezing your thigh, letting his long fingers slip towards where you needed them most. “you want us to touch you, darling? Teach you some real lessons?” He emphasized the word ‘real’, all knowing that He and Mingi were going to teach you anything but a real lesson in this moment.
“Please…” you retched out for Yunho, gripping his perfectly iron button-up, pulling him towards you. “Please show me…” He drew his lips to yours quickly as Mingi’s bit down onto your shoulder while his hands loosely move to open your legs, letting Yunho cup your entire wet cunt with his huge hand. You were most definitely in for a night of your life.
-♥︎
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gyeomsweetgyeom · 6 months
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[2:41 pm]
(cw: pregnant reader, pregnancy complication scare, a little angst with a fluffy ending)
Simply saying you were stressed wouldn't even begin to cover all the chaos that happened to you throughout the day. First, you car wouldn't start as you were trying to go to work, so you went in late. It was even more of a pain to call your boss and explain that on a day that you asked to get off early you were also going to come in late, even though it was out of your control he was far from happy. Then you had a meeting that you had to rush into, not to mention you were a little under prepared thanks to pregnancy brain and overall exhaustion.
After the meeting finished you just couldn't wait to take a break and then go home. Your mind had been in a million places all at once, focusing on only getting yourself through the day. Unfortunately your mind wasn't even on the other life growing inside of you until you were seated on an sterile, paper wrapped exam table.
You were 5 months into your pregnancy and just a few weeks ago your little one started to kick whenever they could. When you laughed you'd feel the little feet flutter at the bottom of your rib cage. Sometimes when you were falling asleep you'd feel that same flutter on the left side of your belly. It felt strange, like actual butterflies in your stomach, but it was a strange feeling you'd come to love- it was your baby.
Your mind began to race. All day you'd been so focused on yourself that you didn't even pay attention to your baby. You were still early enough in your pregnancy that something could go wrong, had something gone wrong? Had you been so stressed that something happened? Had you been too selfish to focus only on yourself and not the well-being on the baby inside of you?
You wrung your hands together as dad!Jaemin stepped into the room, pressing a kiss to your forehead in greeting while he took in the far away look on your face. He tried asking you how your day was and received only a hum in response. He reached out and ran a hand over your shoulder, "What's wrong my love?"
"I didn't feel the baby move today," you whispered, afraid your voice would crack.
"You had a stressful day my love, I'm sure everything is fine. The doctor will come in and we're going to hear a strong heartbeat, and everything will be fine," Jaemin reassured, pressing his lips to your temple as you tried your best to keep yourself calm. He wouldn't tell you in the moment or probably even for a while, but he felt his stomach drop and tie itself into knots at the idea that something could be wrong. He kept his face calm to reassure you but his mind was running through every worst case scenario there was.
The doctor came in and ran through her usual questions and asked if you had any concerns, of course you told her about not feeling the baby move. Her face didn't change as she reassured you that some days babies just weren't as active, but the scan would be the most informative.
You laid back with your shirt pulled up to reveal your bump, you brought up a hand to rest on your chest, noticing the shakiness from your nerves. Jaemin took note and took your hand into his grasp and pressed a kiss there to put you at ease.
Your doctor did her routine of showing you the baby's head, feet, arms, and hands. Then asked you both to get ready to hear the heartbeat. You shut your eyes tightly in anticipation, all you could hear at the moment was the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Jaemin steeled himself. If they didn't hear anything he would have to be strong for you. He wouldn't be able to break down when you were already so worried that it could all be your fault. He hoped and prayed that he wouldn't have to do that and would only have to be the reassuring voice that, yes, of course everything would be fine.
"And there it is, steady and strong." You heard before you finally focused on the beat playing around the room.
It almost felt like you were deflating, all your worries seemed to melt away as it turned out that everything was fine. "Looks like the baby knew you needed all the energy you could get today so they stayed a little calmer. It's normal to have some days be more active than others, but of course if you have any concerns please don't hesitate to reach out if needed," the doctor smiled as she passed you a few paper towels to wipe off the gel still coating your stomach.
Jaemin let out a long breath too, feeling his heat return to it's usual resting heartbeat while the doctor told him that the receptionists at the front would have their pictures and help schedule their next appointment.
Jaemin pressed another kiss to your forehead, "I told you everything would be fine."
"Don't think I didn't hear you let out that long breath or squeeze my hand," You replied as you eased yourself off the table.
"That wasn't me." Jaemin stated firmly.
You laughed, "It's fine we can both cry about it when we get home."
He pulled you into his side by your waist, "I'd rather cry looking at the new pictures of our beautiful baby."
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[elf] Everen
elf!Everen x human!Reader Good to know: smut
Summary: Your boss demands you to go after him into the woods.
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For long seconds, the ringing of your phone seems unreal and far away. It needs time to break through your dreams, and when it does, you can't help but groan into the darkness of your room. You are disoriented and confused. Your phone doesn't stop vibrating on the nightstand next to you. The bluish light of the screen illuminates the ceiling. It blinds you for a second as you turn on your back and grab the small device. You have to force yourself to stay awake even though tears gather and escape from the corner of your eyes because of the sudden light. You can barely see the picture of your boss with his name at the bottom. You groan again.
"Mad?" His voice breaks the silence of your room. You can see him frowning on the screen. His thick, almost white brows cause a deep wrinkle between them. "It's me," you croak out. You don't even have enough energy to react to the stupid nickname he gave you years ago. Reaching out for the small lamp, you turn it on. "Did I wake you?" You glance up at the clock in the corner of your phone. It's almost one o'clock. "What do you think?" "You look like shit." "What do you want, Everen?" You ask him impatiently. Your voice is still hoarse with sleep but more steady and strict. "I need you to come here." Long seconds pass in silence before you snap. "What do you want now?" "I'm going crazy here," he says, looking around wherever he is. The only thing you can see behind him is a window with curtains. "You can't be serious," you breathe out your frustration. "You are barely there for twelve hours." "So?" You groan. "Then come home!" "I can't," he argues. "I need this." "Then why do you want me there?" You snap at him again. "You are my personal assistant, no?" He asks. "You have to do what I say." Your resignation is at the tip of your tongue, but you gulp it down at the last moment. "You are five hours away, Everen. You can't be serious." "Do I look like I'm joking?" He asks back. You don't even have to look at him to know he is not joking. You are not even sure if he can do that. "You can be here by the morning." You have to close your eyes to keep your calm. "I arrive when I arrive!" "Fine," he grunts, and you end the call.
Fucking unbelievable!
You met Everen when you finished college. He needed someone he could order around, and you needed a job to keep a roof over your head. It was a match made in hell.
The elf writes fantasy. And he is good at them. Really good. He is popular, and his books are bestsellers. Everen is lucky his personality doesn't show on the pages. He is headstrong, mean, and spoiled. Most of the time, you feel like a babysitter.
At first, he only used you to get him coffee, do his shopping, and keep in contact with his publisher, so he didn't have to. As the years went by, he asked for, or demanded, help with his stories. Read them and give them your honest opinion. Point out the mistakes and drag down his ego. Well, he didn't ask for the latter, but you like to do it nonetheless. Besides the salary, this is the only perk of your job.
After sleeping for a few hours more, you pack your things and begin your journey to Ironridge.
Everen decided to turn his back on the city when two months passed without him writing anything. The elf is sure he only needs some solitude and nature to clear his head and finish his book in time. There are two problems, though: he hates being alone, and he has no survival skills in nature, even though you know there is a town just a ride away, and he has a perfectly good cabin in the woods.
"What?" You ask him when you get out of the car, and Everen just stares at you without a word. He sits on the porch with a mug in his hands. "You are here," he states, and you freeze. "You asked me to come, remember?" Gods, if he says he wasn't serious you will kill him. Nobody knows you are here, and the forest is big enough to hide his body. Everen scoffs. "Of course, I remember!" "Good," you nod, grabbing your things to take them into the house. As you stop next to him in front of the entrance of the cabin, you notice what he wears. His boots are too new and useless for the woods, and his jeans are too tight to be comfortable. The red flannel shirt is something you never thought you would see on him. "You look ridiculous," you tell him before disappearing into the house.
The place is small. There is barely enough space for a kitchen and a living room with a couch and fireplace. The bathroom and the bedroom are next to each other at the back.
Oh, right, where are you going to sleep?
"The couch is comfortable," Everen says from behind you.
Right. Of course.
"Always a gentleman."
After putting down your things and grabbing a mug to pour yourself some coffee, you turn your attention back to the elf. "So, what did you do yesterday?" You ask him. "Did you write something or go for a walk?" He looks at you like you are crazy. "For a walk? Outside?" "Yes," you nod, and when the expression on his chiseled face doesn't change, you groan. "Why are we even here if you don't go out?" "To be close to nature." You will kill him. Nobody will know. "Next time just by a fucking plant!" "You are not really nice," he states. "Did you sleep enough?" For seconds, you just stare at him without blinking. "I wrote a few pages yesterday," he adds when he decides to change the topic for safety reasons. "Do you want to read it?" "Do you want to show them to me?" There are times when Everet is really cautious with his work, and despite your odd relationship with him, you don't want to make him do things he doesn't want to. His books and his career are really important to him, and you respect them.
Without saying anything, the elf nods at the laptop on the couch, and you sit down to read it. Long minutes pass by while you focus on the screen, and Everen walks back and forth behind you. His platinum-blonde hair is tied back with a leather stripe. The long, straight locks almost reach his slim waist.
"Holyshit," you break the silence. The elf stops and leans over the back of the couch to see the screen in your lap. The pillow behind your back sinks under his weight. "So?" He asks urgently. "What do you think?" "Since when do you write erotica?" "The publisher told me to spice things up," he explains. "He says it's popular." You frown. "Your books are popular." Everen shrugs. "Is it really that bad?" "It's so dry," you tell him. You can see he doesn't like the publisher's instructions, either, so you try to be nicer than usual. Now you understand why he got stuck with his book. "And you used "member" at least twenty times. It's not a rock band, Everen, it's a dick." You don't even have to look back at him to know he is offended. You just notice it from the way his breathing changes. "Can you do better?" "I mean…" you shrug. "I could give it a try." You are not a writer and don't want to be one, but you can clearly see what's wrong with his work. "Then be my guest," he says. "Do your best."
You spend the next few hours on the couch, adjusting and changing things you don't like in the scene. The only noise in the small cabin is the keyboard's clattering as you write. Sometimes you hear Everen do something in the house, mostly making coffee after coffee. He is lucky elves don't tend to get heart attacks.
"Are you writing a whole book?" He asks impatiently. "I didn't ask you to change the whole book." Rolling your eyes, you push the laptop onto the couch from your lap to stand up. "I'm done," you tell him. "Read it if you want."
While your boss busies himself with the book, you go out with another drink to enjoy some peace and fresh air. You feel even more tired than you arrived. You settle into the rocking chair Everen used when you arrived. The wooden floorboards feel solid beneath your feet as you rock back and forth ever so slowly. As you sip your coffee, your gaze wanders into the woods. Towering trees sway gently in the gentle summer breeze. The sunlight filters through the canopy above, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow on the lush greenery. The air smells like pine, damp earth, and wildflowers, mixing with the coffee in your hands. Birdsong fills the quietness, a symphony of chirps and trills.
Usually, you prefer the loud business of the city, but if you have to be honest, this is good too. Your only problem is…
Everen almost bursts out of the house. His handsome face is cold and strict. Something burns in his eyes, but you don't recognize what.
"How did you do this?" He demands for an answer. You shrug, sipping from your coffee. "I have a soul." Everen's frown deepens. "I have that too!" "I don't know what to say," you reply. "Did you do that before?" "You mean writing a sex scene?" You ask. "No." "No," he shakes his head. "The scene itself." You almost laugh. "Of course I did." A light blush spreads across his cheeks, and a nagging feeling starts to eat the back of your mind. "You didn't?" His blush deepens. "Does it matter?" "I mean, no," you reply. "But it's really… vanilla." "For who?" "For me? And for a bunch of other people?" "Well," he grunts. "I want it too." You freeze. The swaying of the chair under you stops. "I'm not sure what you want me to do," you break the momentary silence after a while. The words leave your lips slowly and carefully. "I want you to sit on my face," he says. "How hard can it be?" At the word hard, your gaze falls down on the obvious bulge between his thighs. Seeing his erection trapped in his jeans, the new shine in his dark eyes suddenly makes sense. "You got horny because of…-" you point back at the cabin. Surprise shows on your face as your brows draw up in shock. "So what?" He acts like an upset kid. "I'm just surprised you feel anything besides anger," you tell him. Everen just grimaces. "You are funny." His snarky comment makes you think of his request again. Or demand. "So?" He asks impatiently. "Are you coming?" "You mean, right now?" "What do you want me to do? Take you out to pick berries?" He waves at the forest surrounding you. How many times did you imagine shutting him up since your work for him? You can't even count it. "Fine," you grunt, standing up from your seat. The chair creaks at your sudden movement.
Anything to shut him up finally.
"So, what do you want me to do?" He asks when you lead him to the bedroom. It's a mess. His clothes are all over the place, poured out of his bags, and the blanket is halfway down on the ground. "Well," you grunt, looking around. "You could clean up." He stares at you. "You are really wild in bed." "Just shut up!" "Make me!"
Fine!
"Then take off your clothes," you tell him. "Will you do it too?" He asks, staring to unbutton his shirt. You feel glad when the flannel falls off his shoulders. It really did look horrible on him. "Do you want me?" You ask him. "Naked, I mean." "How will I eat your pussy otherwise?"
Maybe this is a good step. Both of you get over the awkwardness first, so you can move on and enjoy whatever happens next. And still. You feel nothing but impatience and excitement. Your gaze rakes over Everen's naked body. Over the line of his shoulders, the light muscles on his chest and abdomen, and the V line that leads you to his cock between his thighs. He is tall and lean. His posture is confident as he stands beside the bed, watching you. His eyes burn your skin as he looks over you. Your nipples harden into small peaks under his heavy stare. "Are you still angry because you had to come here?" He breaks the silence. The elf doesn't even try to hide the fact that he can't tear his eyes away from your breasts. "Just lay down."
When he does as you say, for once, you are ready to climb up on him when a question stops you. "How do you want me?" You eye his erection. "Do you want me to suck you?" A pained grunt escapes the back of his throat. His cock jerks under your gaze. "I take it as a yes," you grin, getting into position with his hands on your thighs. Everen's long fingers squeeze your flesh, urging you to hurry up. You hover just beyond his reach. His warm breath fans over your wet center. "What did you not understand?" He asks after a few seconds. "I said, sit!" And with that, he pushes you down on his face. You don't even have a chance to keep your balance under his tight hold.
Your moans mix in the quiet room as his tongue licks over your pussy. Everen nibs and sucks on you, exploring your aching wetness. His fingers dig into your thighs, pushing you down even more. "Everen!" You cry out his name in shock. His tongue slides through your pussy, lapping at your juices. His face is already soaked. His senses are filled with your taste and scent. He breathes you in, driving himself to delirium. Your thighs shake at the sides of his head. You try to keep your balance, rocking into him and grinding your pussy against his face. You aren't even sure if the elf under you can breathe, but at this point, you don't even care. Your chase your own pleasure, and the only thing that can keep you afloat is his cock not far from you. It twitches every now and again, and pre-cum runs down on his shaft and a bluish vein under the soft, pale skin. Licking your lips, you lean over his chest. Your nipples graze his upper body.
A dissatisfied grunt vibrates over your pussy, sending shivers up your spine when you lift yourself up from his face. "I didn't tell you to move," he grunts. A breathless grin spreads across your face. "Are you sure?" Your fingers curl around his cock, smoothing up and down on his length. "Fuck!" Everen growls, pulling your back onto his lips. His hips thrust up to fuck your fist. "If I had known I could shut you up like this, I would have done it sooner," you tell him, still grinning. Your words are airy, but the snarkiness still rings clearly. Everen says something you don't understand, and the next moment, a startled cry escapes your lips as your world spins with you in the middle. He finds your entrance. He laps at the juices flowing from your pussy before his tongue plunges into your hole. Your legs quiver at the new feeling. Your muscles twitch and flex as your boss pushes you higher and higher. Your hand around his cock is sloppy. You can barely focus on anything besides his tongue in you. Your walls flutter and pulse around him as he fucks you. Both of you are soaked with your wetness and his saliva. "I'm going to cum," you cry out when you feel the first spasms in your lower abdomen. It strikes through your body, sending stars behind your eyelids as you press yourself even more firmly against his face.
You cum, and he licks up everything you have to offer. And he doesn't stop even when you try to get up. "Oh, no," he growls with a deep laugh. The rumbles shake through your sensitive, throbbing cunt. "I'm not done with this pussy yet." He doesn't let you move. He doesn't let you escape. "Oh, fuck! Everen!" You are so busy with your own body you don't even notice your grip on his cock tightening until you feel him jerk and cum in your hand. His hips push up even more, and his moans and groans shake your body. His tongue strokes into you, licking deep. He devours you with a newfound elan, and you can do nothing but grind against him until you feel your orgasm approaching again. Your breathing gets ragged, mixing with cries and screams. Your over-sensitive pussy sends you over the edge within a few minutes.
When your mind clears a bit, you are already on the bed next to Everen. His hand shamelessly gropes your tits, and his hard cock nudges your thigh. His breath is warm on the curve of your neck. "Have any other ideas for the book?"
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maple-the-awesome · 4 months
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Twilight's Calling ||
Pairing: Twilight x GN! Reader
Words: 2,544
Requested by anonymous: Heeey. First of I love your writing style! It’s just amazing! Cause twilight is my fav. could you maybe write something like xreader with him, for example they’re in a battle or smth? Only if it’s okay ofc! Thanks a lot and have a good day and week! best wishes :) Twilight may or may not be my favorite Link, too (TP was the first game I finished, so I'm a little bias, okay?). I've had this draft lying around unfinished for awhile, so I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to finish it. Here you go, hun 💜
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It's getting pretty late. 'Late' as in the sun has long set and the last time you saw any of the boys was about an hour ago when Time finally managed to herd the remaining stragglers out of the room, although he was being a bit hypocritical seeing as he still lingered in the doorway for a good minute himself afterwards (not that you dared comment on it).
Since their heavy footsteps had faded into silence - and aside from the innkeeper sometimes shuffling down the hall or a sudden 'pop' of the bedside candle - you've been left entirely alone with your thoughts as they dance on the very edge of sleep, but you refuse to lose balance. It's your shift. You promised to be a good lookout and it took a lot of convincing to even get the position, so you can't disappoint no matter how heavy the weight upon your eyelids or heart is.
You've always been well aware of the risks that would come with this mission and from traveling alongside nine heroes of legend; troublesome young men and boys who can definitely handle themselves in battle, however none immune to making possible mistakes. You expected one to occur at some point, yet never wanted the aftermath to be anything too serious.
Wild getting a decent scar on his forehead was a scare when it initially happened, but he was back on his feet within the hour - less than that actually, because if you remember correctly, his quick recovery had been controversial and resulted in quite a bit of bickering. The bottom line is that Wild bounced back with little to no trouble thanks in part to his thick skull. This is different. Twilight has yet to follow his protege's example and it's been hours.
You must admit you underestimated the situation at first due to a lack of context. It's not to say you didn't care about Wolfie when he got struck, however there's a notable difference between a wild 'pet' that occasionally trails your group and the very man you've grown to secretly admire over the months you've spent traveling together. If you had known then that they are one of the same, you would've likely shared a similar level of panic as the Champion, but instead you were left in the dark until Four finally explained Twilight's secret to you.
Even at that moment, although more worried, you figured everything would be okay. Wolfie or Twilight, a fairy should be able to do the trick to heal the worst of injuries, so one can imagine your heartbreak once learning that, for some odd reason, the state of his wounds haven't changed even under a fairy's sacred touch. That's when you truly became fearful, but you refused to show it outwardly - no more than whatever made itself present on your face, anyway.
Making a fuss won't aid Twilight's condition nor will it calm the concerns of your friends, so instead you had mostly stayed out of the way until Time announced everyone should get some rest. At that point, you made your presence known, quick to shoot your hand into the air while volunteering to take the first shift for watching over Twilight. Champion was the only one to fight you for it and honestly, you still aren't certain how you won the argument, but here you are, sitting quietly at Twilight's bedside while trying desperately to keep yourself from descending into madness as you fret over his well-being.
He's doing somewhat better after Hyrule's magic managed to stop most of the bleeding, however his wound remains deep without any further healing progress and his skin is drained into a pale, sickly color clear even through the dim glow of candle light. He looks like shit and you'd guess he feels like it, too, seeing as his face curls into a pained expression every now and again, a whispered groan leaving him whenever he slightly shifts his body (not that he moves that much).
It's gotten a bit chilly tonight, however all blankets in the room have been laid over him and you refuse to swoop as low as to steal comfort from a dying man, so you simply keep huddled to yourself, half praying the next shift will come sooner and half praying it won't because a stubbornness inside you is somehow convinced that the simple act of you being here will keep himsafe from death's hands.
You don't pay much attention to the quiet groan that comes from the bed, having already bitterly accepted that there's nothing that can ease whatever pain haunts Twilight during his nightmares, although you do lift your head when a hand shakes its way into view, barely able to carry itself to the edge of the covers where it collapses with a broken echo from its owner, "W...What time is it?"
You almost cry simply by the sight of Twilight's dull eyes staring up at you, half-lidded and only appearing bright if compared to the dark bags hiding underneath them, but you manage to hold back the tears for the sake of not scaring him.
"I-I'm not sure. After sunset," You answer slowly as to prevent any wobbling to your voice.
"And the others? Is every - everyone else okay?" Hylia, he sounds awful, his once handsome, accent-laced voice butchered by a hollow croak.
"Yeah...Yeah, we're all okay - and don't worry about the shadow. Wild managed to take it down - thanks to you tiring it out, I'd say. You sure gave that thing a run for its money there," You attempt to joke lamely. Although your laugh doesn't carry much life to it, Twilight's expression does soften a tad after the sound.
"...Good..." Is all he says before closing his eyes with a sigh through his nose. Meanwhile you fidget nervously, debating with yourself on whether you should let the conversation die off so that he can continue getting rest or keep him talking while he's able to. You sure do love hearing his voice, after all, no matter how broken it may be; it reminds you that someone as great as him is actually real and, after recent events, still alive.
In the midst of your depressed thoughts, you notice Twilight reach his hand out towards you again - or at least it looks like he's trying to. Really, he only has the strength to lift it palm-up slightly off the covers, yet you understand this movement's wordless request. Ever so gently, as if he's made of glass, you take his hand and sandwich it between both of yours. He's a bit too cold for your liking, a sharp contrast to his normally warm touch, not that you draw attention to that worrying detail.
"...Is there anything I can get you?"
He tries to shake his head, but loses will halfway through the action and instead chooses to simply let his head lull to the side towards you. From there he stares for a bit longer than he means to, his dazed brain struggling to process his thoughts at its usual speed.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Someone has to keep an eye on you," You allow a small smile, slowly reaching forward to help move his bangs away from his face, "We're all taking shifts throughout the night. I was just lucky enough to get the first."
Twilight hums, closing his eyes for a brief second when your fingers brush his forehead, "How'd you manage that?"
"Barely. For a second there, I thought I was gonna have to duel the Champion for it - had my hand on my sword and everything before he finally caved," Twilight makes a sound between a scoff and a laugh which makes your smile more genuine even if he does flinch in pain immediately afterwards, "The real question is how I won against Time...Actually, I wouldn't be that surprised if he's secretly standing outside the door as we speak."
A creak of old floorboards in the hallway makes your eyes dart to the door, almost expecting the man in question to walk in and call you out for your jokes, yet you calm that doesn't happen. Twilight brings your attention back to him by moving his thumb against your hand, "Don't tell 'em, but I'm glad it's you here. I like having ya' here with me..."
You press your lips, hoping it'll help you ignore the heat against your cheeks. That must be the first time Twilight has ever openly said he 'likes' anything related to you; you're certain you'd remember any other instances of such a milestone. It might not be the exact sentence you'd want him to use the word in, but it's a step in the right direction, so you'll take it.
"I like having you here with me, too, Twi...which is why I've officially decided that I'm too selfish to let you die on any of us. I don't care if I have to fist-fight Hylia for it; I'm not letting you get out of this journey so easily."
"That right?"
"I swear it on my life."
He chuckles weakly, although the sound is taken over by a fit of coughing. Promptly you pour a small glass of water using the pitcher kept on the bedside table before gently helping him sit up to take a careful sip.
It's insane for you to think that only a few weeks ago, you had been secretly watching him move hay bales at Time's place effortlessly. Now he lies here in bed struggling to hold a conversation, his muscles shaking horribly by the simply action of prompting himself up even slightly. Seeing him like this makes you feel awful, but you also consider yourself blessed to be the one taking care of him during a low point like this, ensuring that he's properly cared for and tended to almost like a spouse would.
"Seems like I'm starting to lose you, farm boy. You should relax and get some more sleep," He makes a face and seems prepared to argue, however he must not have been able to think of anything convincing to say - that or the aching in his bones has become too hard to ignore. Either way, instead of saying a word, Twilight nods droopily before inching his way back down against his soft pillow while you fix the blankets over him again.
"Look on the bright side: make it through this and you'll probably get special treatment from here on out. Get your bags carried for you, have whatever meals you're craving be made each night...If you hobble around a little I'm sure you could even get Time to fuss over you -"
" - And what about you?" Twilight quizzes and you can't tell if he's being serious or just teasing. It feels like the latter, yet the way he watches you while awaiting your reply makes you feel another way; soft and warm, but a tad anxious at the same time, "What can I get from you?"
You pretend to think, although in truth, you already know there wouldn't be any limitations for what you're willing to give. If he asked for the world right now, you'd figure out some way to gift wrap it for him...but that's too embarrassing to admit aloud, "...Depends on what you're thinking and if you can swing it the right way."
He hums, once again staring at you just long enough to make that anxious feeling really prominent. Is there something on your face that no one told you about earlier? Is he judging your messy hairdo that you had no time to fix since the battle? Did you sound too flirtatious in your answer? Maybe his injury has given him the ability to read minds, so now he knows just how desperate you are to earn his affections!
"...If I asked you to stay with me, would you?" Twilight whispers so quietly that you barely hear, yet you do. 
"I, uh...Time will be here in an hour or so for his shift, but I won't go anywhere until then, okay?" Not even your poor excuse at smiling can save your stumbled words, yet you pray he doesn't look beyond either. He's loopy from such a stressful day, so it makes sense that he's have trouble properly wording questions. It also makes sense for him to be scared to be left alone - anyone would be in such a state. He doesn't have to worry, though; between you and the boys, someone will always be by his side throughout the night. You'd expect that knowledge to be a relief for him, however Twilight only frowns and looks away with a surprisingly depressed look in his eyes. 
Fiddling nervously with your hands upon your lap, you ask carefully, "...Unless you're wanting me to watch over your for the whole night? In that case, I wouldn't mind staying if it would make you feel better. I'm sure the others would be fine with it if they could just check in here and there."
Twilight presses his lips, refusing to look directly at you. If you didn't know any better, you'd say that based on his continued reaction, you're still somehow missing the point of his question, yet no matter how much you rack your brain, you can't think of what else he would've possibly meant.
You were tempted to ask for more clarity, but Twilight speaks before you can, "...I'd like that."
"Yeah?"
He nods bashfully which melts your heart in a way you're sure would be shamefully clear if he were only looking in your direction.
"...Well, since you took one for the team -" Scooting your chair closer to the bed allows you to cross your arms over the mattress and rest your head on top of them. Desperately you try to ignore your nerves and the cute way Twilight curiously looks over at you, "- I'll stay for the night if you promise me one thing."
"Hmm?"
"Stay with me, too? Without you, I might just loose my mind. Don't tell anyone else, but you don't drive me nearly as insane as some of the other boys do," not in the same way at least.
The corner of Twilight's lips turn upwards, his hand taking it's time to move over yours. The second it makes contact, you take the chance to hold onto it, "...Sounds like a deal..."
You match his smile easily, "Get some sleep, Twi. I'll be right here when you wake up, so just focus on getting better for me, alright?"
He hums one last time, drifting off to sleep as commanded where he seems to be far more peaceful than earlier. As promised, you remain by his side until morning, eventually falling victim to quick naps yourself only disrupted whenever someone else sneaks into the room to see how things are going. You're certain you'll be tired tomorrow with an aching back after spending an entire night hunched over, but that's a small price to pay for someone like Twilight. It'll all be worth it to see him recover, granting you even more time to spend by his side through thick and thin.
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Inked
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Title: Inked
Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Reader
Summary: Dom surprises Ash with a tattoo.
Word Count: 708
Warnings: none
"Alright man, you are all done." Dom slowly stood as his tattoo artist moved away from him. Dom looked proudly at the new piece he had picked out to represent his feelings for Ash. She loved his tattoos, and just a few weeks earlier had jokingly drawn that design on him with a sharpie. All Dom had done was have his artist make a different version of that to actually tattoo on his skin.
"Thank you man. I can't even begin to tell you how much this means. Ash is going to love it," Dom said. He gave the man a quick hug as he went up to finish the payment. It would be a little while before Ash would be able to see it, but Dom was certain that she would absolutely love it.
The few days that Dom was away with The Judgement Day doing shows was like hell for him. He just wanted to go home and show Ash his new tattoo. Especially once the other guys started to rip on him for being such a sap. They couldn't believe that Dom still acted like such a softie after going his rounds with Rhea.
Dom didn't mind their teasing. He loved Ash, and Ash loved him. If there was one thing that Dom knew for sure, it was that he was going to marry Ash one day. That was the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so he had to treat her right.
There was just enough time between Dom getting his tattoo and seeing Ash again for him to wonder if she would think it was stupid. He was nervous as he walked up to their house. They had only just moved in with each other a few months ago. They were still just dating, and Dom didn't even know if Ash felt as strongly for him as he did for her. That wouldn't matter though because Dom wasn't sure that it was possible for anybody to love someone else as much as he loved Ash.
"Honey, I'm home!" Dom called out as he pushed his way through the front door with his suitcase. Ash was sitting on the couch playing a video game, but she immediately paused it and set the controller down to go over to him. Dom dropped his bags at his feet to wrap his arms around Ash for a hug. Ash pressed a couple of kisses to the side of his jaw before backing away just enough to give him a kiss on the lips.
"I've got something to show you," Ash told him. Dom's interest was definitely piqued, but not quite enough for him to forget about his own surprise for Ash. "It seems a little extreme, but I was going stir crazy and was planning on getting something done anyway."
"Oh?" Dom placed his hand on the bottom of his shorts, fiddling with the hem. "I have a surprise for you too."
"Well, you can go first," Ash said. She leaned against the back of the couch and watched Dom slowly lift up the bottom of his shorts to reveal a tattoo on his thigh. Ash looked at it for a moment before she broke out into a huge smile. "Is that the one I drew on you?"
"Yeah, it is," Dom confirmed sheepishly. Ash jumped up into his arms and pressed several kisses to his face. "I take it that you like it?"
"I love it. It's so much better than the one I got for you," Ash said. She pulled her sweatpants down just enough to reveal a skull wearing a purple bandana over the lower part of its face with a 'D' carved into its forehead.
"That's for me? That's awesome," Dom said. He dropped down to his knees to get a better look at the new tattoo. Ash let her hand fall onto the top of his head, running her fingers through his hair as he took in every little detail of her tattoo that he could. "I love it. I love you."
"I love you too." Ash smiled down at Dom, and in that moment, knew she would never love another person like she loved him.
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heartateasee · 1 month
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“Only Girl”
Word Count: 13.4k
(Part two of “Georgia”)
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It was a Friday night at Fortune, and Georgia was feeling off. She was up on stage, looking for the man who had been enjoying her company in the backrooms every couple of nights for the past few weeks - but he wasn't there. Her heart cracked in her chest when her eyes didn't connect with his moss-colored ones as she searched the crowd, and she couldn't help but wonder if he would ever show again.
Once she finished her set, she rushed off the stage in frustration. She had still performed well, but her mind just wasn't in it - not when she had guilt nagging in the pit of her stomach.
Harry usually came to see her every Tuesday and Friday, sometimes Saturday as well if he was free. It had been this way for almost a month now, and every single time she felt like they were getting closer to each other. They shared more touches, and sometimes Georgia would be laid back on the couch - legs draped over Harry's lap as he massaged her feet. She would try to return the favor by offering to give him a back massage, but Harry would never let her.
He never expected anything in return from her.
She thought that all those years ago, with that dreadful married man, was when she had felt the most comfortable at Fortune. That was until Harry came along, and she realized that she wasn't sure if she had ever felt more comfortable around a man, other than her grandfather, in her life.
Georgia had a few relationships throughout highschool, but nothing serious at all. While taking care of her grandmother, she didn't have time to date anyone, so it wasn't like she was having any type of interaction with men then either.
It didn't take her long to realize just how different Harry was overall. He was so gentle with her, and always made sure that she was comfortable when taking another step - whether it be digging a little more into her personal life, or allowing himself to caress her a little more than usual. All of their touches so far had been friendly, sometimes a little flirty, but nothing had ventured into the sexual territory.
Their perfect, little genuine bubble ended up bursting the past Tuesday night, and Georgia had no one to blame but herself.
It was nearing the end of their time while they both finished up their cocktails when Harry turned to look into Georgia's eyes. The moments where their eyes connected had started to take her breath away every single time - no matter how much Georgia tried to fight those feelings.
"Do you enjoy working here?" Harry asked, bringing the hand not holding his glass up to toy with his bottom lip.
"Of course I do," Georgia responded with a shrug, taking the last sip of her drink. "I make a lot of money here, which means that I don't ever have to worry about going without anything. Cass takes good care of me, and he cares. Most girls who do the same thing that I do at other clubs aren't as fortunate."
"I understand that you make good money, but are you happy? Like actually happy?"
Georgia's eyebrows narrowed as he spoke, and she let out a short laugh. "What is this? What are you getting at?"
"I hope you're not getting the wrong idea, Georgia, I was just asking if-"
"No, I get what you're asking," she stated harshly as she stood up, clutching the rocks glass in her hand. "You think I'm some woman who needs to be saved? That I'm working here against my will, or that I don't know how to properly leave without consequences? That's not the case at all, Harry, and now I guess I'm realizing why you've been spending so much time with me. You should tone down your savior complex."
Georgia didn't give him any time to answer as she walked out of her backroom and down the hall. She was so flustered, and it was taking everything in her not to throw her glass at the wall knowing that she'd find satisfaction in watching how the pieces would shatter.
It wasn't until she arrived back at her apartment that night that she realized how much she had fucked up by jumping to conclusions when it came to Harry's question. She was soaking herself in a hot bath with a cold glass of bourbon resting against her forehead as she shut her eyes, replaying the broken look on Harry's face before she had left the room. It pained her to think that she had hurt him, and she was worried that would be the last time she ever saw him.
So tonight when Georgia didn't see Harry in the crowd, she knew it was the end. She had ruined it all, and now she had to deal with the consequences.
How wrong Georgia was though.
Harry had unfortunately gotten out of work late tonight, which caused him to get home and freshen up and eat even later than usual. These events had him missing both of Georgia's sets. He had entered through the front doors just as he saw the beautiful woman strutting off the stage, and he could tell by the way she was carrying herself that something was wrong.
He was set on making up for what happened Tuesday - his apology already rehearsed in his head. Making his way over to the bar, he ordered his usual. A vodka tonic. As he was waiting for his drink to be made, he saw Cass speaking with a gentleman towards the corner on the floor. The man turned his head towards the bar, pointing towards Georgia's bucket, before facing Cass once again. He saw an exchange of money, and Harry swallowed harshly.
It was clear that he was booking Georgia for the backrooms, and by the amount of money he had handed Cass, it looked like he was going to be taking up her time for the whole night.
Once the man had walked away, and Cass had started towards the backstage area, Harry quickly caught his elbow. "I'll pay double what he's paid to have her in her backroom tonight," he spat out quickly, eyes pleading for him to agree.
Cass looked at him with wide eyes before looking around a bit. He tilted his head towards the corner of the bar where they would be slightly hidden behind a wall, and Harry started to follow him in that direction. Once they were covered, Cass let out a sigh. "He hasn't paid for a backroom dance, Harry. He's paid to have her over at the hotel."
"I'm sorry, the hotel?" Harry asked, not understanding what he was talking about.
"I own the hotel next door, and I set aside two specific rooms every night for men here who would like to pay extra to take one of the girls over there. It's all consensual, and only the girls who are in agreement with it are the ones that are booked. Georgia doesn't do it quite often, but he's paying a hefty amount of money," Cass explained.
Harry swallowed harshly, the image of Georgia underneath the other man flashing through his mind. He quickly downed a few sips of his drink before focusing back on Cass. "I still stand by my offer. I'll give you double."
To say that Cass was shocked would be an understatement. "You don't even know how much he was willing to pay to begin with."
"Don't care," Harry clenched his teeth, shaking his head. "How much?"
When Cass uttered the price the other man was paying, he didn't hesitate to bring his wad of cash out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He paid him exactly double, raising his eyebrows as he placed it in the palm of Cass' hand. "Georgia said you care, and that you can be trusted. Is that true? You're not just going to take my money and run?"
"Not at all. You're one of my best paying customers, and I wouldn't betray you in that way," Cass said honestly. "Let me go give him his money back, and I'll just tell him that she declined. I'll grab the key and bring it back to you before letting Georgia know she's been requested over at the hotel."
Harry watched as Cass shoved his money into his pocket and walked around the wall that had been disguising them. It was only a few moments later that he returned, dropping a key with a keychain on it into Harry's hand. "The room number is on the keychain, just make sure you leave it unlocked for her, okay?"
"Yeah, of course. I just head over there now?"
Cass nodded. "I'll go check on her, and I'll send her your way."
Licking over his bottom lip, Harry quickly finished his drink and paid before doing just as Cass said. He entered the hotel next door and went up to the appropriate floor before entering the room. Picking up the phone, he called room service and requested a bottle of Buffalo Trace Bourbon with two glasses, wanting to make sure that Georgia had what she wanted to drink. He would forgo his own preference tonight just to make sure she was happy and comfortable.
There was a knock at the door a few moments later, and he wasn't sure if it was going to be Georgia or the bottle he ordered, but he figured it was the latter given Cass told him to leave it unlocked for Georgia. Upon answering the door, he saw that he was right - taking a bucket of ice, two glasses, and the liquor bottle from the woman who had brought it up. He set everything down on top of the dresser before plopping down into the armchair in the corner.
He was wondering if he had made the right move by ultimately deciding this was the way to see Georgia again after Tuesday, but he wanted to apologize, and he wasn't sure if she would see him otherwise.
Running his tongue along his top teeth, he lifted his hands to twirl his rings around his fingers as he stared at the wall. This could either go the way he wanted, or it could go so poorly, and this would be the end of him seeing Georgia.
Sweet Georgia.
The woman that he's found invading all spaces in his mind. He thoroughly enjoyed the company they had these past few weeks, and he felt like there may have been something further there, but he blew it. He knew what happened between them was his fault. He just wanted to apologize and make it right - even if that meant his apology being the last thing he spoke to her.
Georgia stood outside of the hotel room door as she tried to get herself together. Cass had made it clear to her that someone had paid practically a fortune (no pun intended) for her presence in this room tonight, and given the state of her mind these past few days, she knew that she had to snap out of it to turn on her sweetest 'southern charm'. Staring down at her hands, she fumbled her fingers together for a bit before working up the confidence to twist the door handle in front of her.
Her eyes were still glued to her feet as she walked inside and closed the door behind her - the small hallway keeping her from seeing Harry sitting in the chair in the corner. Walking forward, she slowly lifted her head, but stopped once she saw who was waiting for her.
As much as she tried to not let it bother her, she felt her heart sink when she knew it was Harry waiting for her in this room. She didn't think that this was what he wanted from her, and now she thought that this whole time he was just trying to soften her to get whatever he wanted.
Their eyes connected, with a slight fire, but also regret coiling within both sets of them.
Georgia rolled her shoulders back while sucking in a deep breath as she pushed further into the room, heading right towards Harry. Her hands met the hem of her yellow sundress, gripping it as she pulled it up and over her head - tossing it to the side. Harry's eyes widened as she stepped closer to him.
Tears were threatening to make their way into Georgia's waterline, but she pulled them back as she tried her best to put on her usual scenario.
"Well, we're here now, aren't we?" Georgia asked as she approached him completely, standing between his legs as her hand reached around to unclasp her peach bra with a blank expression.
"Georgia," Harry said quickly, reaching out to stop the movements, but he didn't touch her. "I-I don't want that. I just want your company."
Georgia dropped her hands by her side, shaking her head. "So what do you expect from me?"
"Honey, you know this - I just want to talk. I like talking to you."
Suddenly feeling awkward in her lingerie, Georgia's eyes dropped to the floor as she searched for her dress. She grabbed it and tugged it back on before plopping down on the end of the king sized bed in the room. This all felt so different from her back room, and Georgia had never felt so small when it came to this kind of environment. She was always supposed to be intimate in here, and the fact that Harry wasn't looking for that had her confused as to what was going to happen.
Harry continued to sit in the chair, Georgia's body slightly angled towards him as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. This felt even worse than their first encounter, and he didn't know what to make of it.
After a moment of clarity, he pushed him out of the chair and walked towards the dresser where he had placed the bottle of bourbon. "Drink?"
Georgia lifted her head to see the bottle, and she had to will down the urge to smile. "Please."
Harry didn't hide his smile as he realized this was the first time she was letting him pour a drink for her. He opened the ice bucket to scoop ice into both rocks glasses before pouring the caramel colored liquor. Bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he sat down next to her, but still kept his distance as he wasn't sure how she felt about them being so close again.
He extended her glass, and Georgia looked over at him as she took it. "Thank you."
The ice clinking against their glasses was the only noise in the room for a while before Harry lightly coughed, deciding to speak up. "I need to tell you that I'm sorry for what I asked you on Tuesday," he sighed, shaking his head as he looked down at his lap. "It's a little silly, but I've just found myself looking out for you, and I wanted to make sure you were okay with what you were doing. And I fucking know it's probably a savior complex, but overall it's obvious that you can handle yourself, Georgia. I've known that this entire time."
Georgia closed her eyes at Harry's words, doing her best to process them before speaking. Her body almost seemed to turn towards him on its own, and she reached a hand out - placing it on his knee. "I should be apologizing to you, Harry," she stated. "The guilt has been eating away at me because I realized I overreacted - big time. Deep down I knew you were just asking because you care, and not because you feel like you have to sweep me off my feet and take me away. I just know how so many scenarios pan out, but we're...we're different."
Harry's eyes were trained on Georgia's hand around his knee, and heat spread throughout his body at the fact that she was touching him again - that she felt comfortable touching him again. "It was still wrong, and I'm sorry."
A few more seconds passed before Georgia tried to find something else to talk about. She caught sight of the liquor bottle again, and a true smile crossed her lips. "So you got me my bourbon?"
As much as he tried to fight it, Harry couldn't hold back the small chuckle that passed his lips as he looked to Georgia again - feeling her hand tighten on his knee as he did. "I wanted to have what you liked in here. I knew you liked Buffalo Trace."
"I can't believe you paid that much attention," she giggled, a toothy grin on her face. "You're really something else, you know that?"
"I hope that's a good thing."
"It's the best thing," she whispered, eyes darting all over his face.
There was something there. They both knew it, but both of them were so scared for almost the same reasons, but still different. Georgia was afraid this was her same situation as before - being talked up just to be let down. Harry knew that at the end of the day he was paying for all of this, and he wasn't sure if that was Georgia's motive for how much she sweet talked him. Ultimately they both knew deep down that their connection was real, but that didn't stop those nagging voices dwelling in the background.
"Do you forgive me, sweet Georgia?" Harry's eyes pleaded with her, and she almost gasped at the use of the nickname. Even though it wasn't her real name, he still found a way to make it special. "Can't handle the thought of you being upset with me."
Georgia slowly moved her hand away from his knee to cup his cheek - only the second time she had done this. The other time was their first time in her backroom. "I forgive you, Harry babe."
Harry almost shuddered at the use of her nickname again. He kept his eyes on hers as she slowly moved forward - knocking the tip of her nose against his. "Do you forgive me?" Georgia crooned.
"Nothing to forgive you for," he breathed, his ring cladded hand hesitantly reaching out, but then eventually making full contact with Georgia's hip. "Did nothing wrong."
She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as she felt Harry's thumb caressing her hip bone, feeling the need for more contact, but holding herself back. "If you say so."
"I do."
She wouldn't openly admit it, but Harry's growing confidence had her trembling during every meeting. "Can I be honest about something?"
"Anything," Harry squeezed her hip softly.
"I-I," Georgia trembled for a second before clearing her throat. "I don't have a southern accent."
Harry's eyebrows raised as he heard the change in her voice, the accent gone, resembling a very neutral American accent. "What?"
"Yeah, Cass had me start using it for clients, but this is my real voice - my real accent. Whatever you want to call it," she shrugged. "He wanted to make me their 'southern belle'."
Georgia bit down on her bottom lip, pulling her hands down from using air quotes as she spoke, and she waited for Harry's response. She watched as he gave her the most gentle smirk. "You sound adorable with the accent, but I prefer your real voice much better. Suits you so much more, Georgia"
Her mouth opened on impulse, about to spill her real name, but Georgia reeled herself in. As much as Harry made her feel unlike any other, she knew she still had to be careful. "Yeah? You're sure the illusion isn't broken?"
Harry chuckled, moving his hand down from her hip to rest on the outside of her thigh. "Not at all - drawing me in a little more, honey. I feel like you're letting me see you right now."
He was right. Georgia had never revealed that her accent wasn't real before. It almost startled her that even though she wasn't letting him know her name, she was still letting a new part of herself show to someone fairly new.
"It's late," Harry commented, running his nose along her cheekbone for just a moment before pulling back again. "Do you usually stay the night in these rooms?"
"Sometimes, but it's typically rare," she shrugged, goosebumps coating her skin just from Harry's contact. "But even if I do stay, it's not...comforting. Like we're on separate sides of the bed - we won't touch anymore."
"Well, would you want to stay the night with me?" Harry was hesitant in his request, but he hoped that Georgia knew that he didn't mean to take things any further. He just wanted her close. 
"But we're not-"
"I know we're not doing anything, and I'm still completely okay with that. If you'd like to stay you can. If you want to go, you can also go," Harry moved his hand from Georgia's thigh to the nape of her neck. "Whatever you want to do, sweetheart."
"I'll stay," Georgia nodded, and she watched as the most boyish smile spread across Harry's face - the pad of his thumb ghosting over her jawline.
"Okay, yeah, uhm-" Harry stood up, shrugging off his suit jacket after putting his drink on the dresser. "I wasn't really expecting to stay anywhere for the night, so I don't have anything else to wear..."
Georgia's eyes stayed on Harry as she watched him undo the belt in the loops of his trousers while kicking off his shoes. "Oh, well, that's okay. I can just sleep in-"
"You're not sleeping in that," he interrupted. "I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable, but I'll just sleep in my underwear, and I'll lend you my shirt."
Harry quickly unbuttoned the deep red button up he had on underneath his black suit jacket. He shrugged it off his shoulders before extending it to Georgia, but she couldn't even focus on that. Her mouth gaped as she saw the tattoos covering Harry's arms and his abdomen, never seeing this much of him before.
"Oh," she muttered almost under her breath as she took the shirt from Harry, but her eyes didn't stray from his abdomen. "Thank you."
It was almost like he was oblivious to Georgia's eyes on him, and in truth he was. Harry often forgot about all the ink adorning his skin, so he didn't even think twice that stripping himself of his clothes would reveal more than just regular anatomy.
"Are you okay if I take off my pants?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side. "I didn't even ask."
"Oh yeah, mhm," Georgia hummed as she stood from the bed.
She set her glass down on the dresser next to his before walking into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror to try and process everything, she removed her dress with her bra following not too long after.
Georgia grabbed one of the makeup wipes they kept in here, removing everything that helped to hide her freckles, and the tiniest acne scars before she put on Harry's shirt. She did the buttons up right to the middle of her sternum - only the littlest bit of the swells of her breasts showing.
Once she exited the bathroom, every light but the lamp near the bed was off, and Harry was already tucked into bed - scrolling through his phone. As soon as she saw Georgia, he smiled and locked his phone before carelessly tossing it onto the nightstand.
"I like seeing you in my clothes," he blurted out before thinking.
Georgia blushed furiously as she tugged on the hem of his shirt that hit her right around mid-thigh. "Well thank you for lending it to me."
She grabbed their glasses from the dresser, seeing as Harry had forgotten to get this, before she crawled into bed next to him. Due to her not knowing just how comfortable he would be with her getting closer to him, she kept a bit of distance between them.
"This is a nice bed," Harry commented as he took his glass from her once she extended it to him. "Big, and 's comfy." His bed at home was bigger, but he was still impressed that beds of this size were in a hotel room such as this. The hotel wasn't dingy by any means, but it was definitely out dated.
"The two rooms Cass rents out have king beds in them, which I guess is nice for the men who don't really want any contact with the women outside of what they're truly paying for."
They held each other's eyes as they each took a sip of their drink, and Georgia was sure she had never felt so vulnerable in one of these rooms in her life.
"If you're not comfortable with me sleeping in the bed with you, I don't mind sleeping on the floor," Harry offered when he realized that he didn't even ask if she'd be okay with them sharing the bed.
"No, no," Georgia shook her head, moving closer to Harry - their thighs knocking together underneath the covers. "I don't want you to sleep on the floor."
Harry sucked in a deep breath before finishing off his drink, Georgia doing the same shortly after. He placed their empty glasses onto the nightstand, tugging on the chain on the lamp to darken the room.
As they both laid down and tried to get comfortable, mumbling 'sorry's' if they accidentally hit one of their feet against the other's leg, or if a hand bumped into an arm, Georgia could feel her stomach fluttering. She wasn't sure if Harry wanted to hold her any closer. He had made it obvious that he wasn't looking to try anything, and she didn't want him to get the wrong idea if she asked for him to cuddle - even just the slightest bit.
"Georgia," she smiled as she heard Harry's voice behind her, and she lifted her head to peek at him over her shoulder. He was barely illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window, but she could still make out his sculpted features. "Do you want to get closer?"
This happened to them often in their time together, as if they were on the same wavelength, and reading each other's mind.
"If you're comfortable with that, I wouldn't mind."
It was only a second later that she felt Harry's hand on her hip, and he gave it a small pat. Georgia took it upon herself to turn around to face him completely, snuggling herself right into his bare chest. They were now practically sharing a pillow, but her ear was resting against his bicep while Harry ran his fingertips up and down her spine through the material of his shirt.
Biting down on her bottom lip, Georgia made another move by slotting her leg between both of his - finding that they fit together so perfectly. She didn't move it any higher, just letting it rest between his thighs as she lifted her hand to drape it against his ribs.
"I want to kiss you," Harry confessed, and he heard a small gasp of surprise leave Georgia's mouth at his words. "But I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me, and I paid for you tonight. It doesn't feel right doing that when I've paid for it."
"A lot of men have paid for me to do that with them, Harry. It's not uncommon for me."
"Every guy kisses you in these rooms?" Harry's voice was soft as he asked.
"No, I only kiss them if they initiate it. If they don't, then I don't," she shrugged as she moved her hand from Harry's ribs to brush at the one of his curls that had fallen over his forehead.
When she went to move her hand back down, Harry quickly caught her wrist, holding it loosely in his palm as Georgia's eyes widened. Her eyes were trained on his lips as he brought them down to press kisses against each of her fingertips, but his eyes were on her face.
His lips were so soft against her skin, and she felt goosebumps pricking all over her body.
"You can kiss me if you want," she whispered, and Harry paused his movements.
It took him a minute before he pulled her hand away from his face, pressing it against his bare sternum instead with his over top of it. "I don't want to - not like this."
"What if I'm asking you to?"
Georgia gave it a few seconds before wiggling her hand out from underneath his, cupping the side of his neck as she watched him capture his bottom lip between his teeth. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she lifted her thumb, using the pad of it to release his bottom lip from its hold.
"Kiss me, Harry," she requested again, her voice tender and filled with yearning.
Harry was dealing with a war within himself. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to do it more than anything, but it felt wrong when he had paid for her to be with him tonight. And that was also the thing. He had paid. He didn't want it to be true that she was doing all this because of that, but he had to keep reminding himself of that factor.
He did his best to make out her eyes in the dark room as he felt her thumb now smoothing over his cheekbone, and what he found in return was the most genuine look he had received from her thus far.
Deciding to push the voices in his mind away, he moved both of his hands to cradle her jaw - tilting her head back slightly to give him more access. "You want me to kiss you?"
Nodding, Georgia dropped her own hands to wrap around Harry's wrists, fingers tightening slightly in anticipation. "Yes."
The moment that they felt their lips against each other's, Harry having dipped his head down to finally connect them, they both felt out of breath almost immediately. The sensation was overwhelming, and Georgia came to the realization that she had never been kissed like this before in her life.
Harry's lips were moving so fluidly against hers, and after a few seconds, the couple opened their mouths slightly at the same time to deepen it. Their tongues found each other blindly, rolling them together as Harry sighed heavily through his nose.
Tipping her head back even further, Harry slowly moved his body forward to where Georgia was now flat on back - head against the pillows as he situated himself between her legs. He pulled his lips away from hers as he began to kiss down her neck while her heaving panting filled the room.
"So beautiful, Georgia," he mumbled against her jawline once he had worked his way back up. He could feel her fingers tangling into his curls, the other on his bicep, as she hooked her knee up against one of his hips. "I'm not going to go any further, okay? But if you want to continue what we've been doing, we can."
"I-I would like that," Georgia practically gasped as she felt Harry's lips against the column of her throat now, moving along to the other side of her neck. His hands slowly glided over her sides, just slightly bunching up his shirt that covered her torso. She arched her back into him, and Harry groaned when he felt her hard nipples against his bare chest through the material of the shirt adorning her torso.
Harry's teeth nipped at the hinge of her jaw before kissing the corner of her lips. "Harry," she breathed, and that was all it took for him to connect their mouths once again.
Their tongues found each other quicker this time, and Georgia tugged at his hair as she moved her other leg up to lock at his hip as well. She found herself growing so dizzy from the kiss, the feeling of it all taking over her entire body to the point where her movements against his mouth grew sloppy. Harry's tongue continued to lap at the roof of her mouth, and she let out the softest moan.
They continued making out like teenagers until they were back on their sides. From there, they kept sharing small pecks, feeling over each other's bodies, but still not invading any unknown territories, until they fell asleep with swollen lips.
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The next morning Georgia stirred in the sheets, stretching her legs before she realized she had all the room in the world to do so. She lifted her head while reaching her arm out to come to the conclusion that she was in the bed by herself. Shooting up quickly, she ran her hand through the side of her hair as she felt the cold air from the room over her chest. She looked down and saw her shirt had shifted - one of her breasts fully out. The door to the room clicked just as Georgia pulled the material to completely cover herself once more, and Harry rounded the corner of the small hallway with a tray of food in his hands.
"Oh, you're up," he said with a small smile as he made his way back over to the bed.
He set the tray down carefully, and Georgia moved over a bit to give him room to sit down. The sides of their arms and their thighs were pressed together as he got everything situated. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I just decided to get a little bit of everything."
Georgia's heart fluttered at the sweet gesture, and she leaned over without even realizing it - allowing one hand to cup Harry's cheek as her lips pressed against the other. "Thank you."
Harry's skin flushed, and he moved one of his hands out to rub up and down her side. "You're welcome."
They made small talk as they ate, and neither one of them could remember the last time they had eaten breakfast with someone. It was nice, regardless of Georgia not being the biggest morning person. Her eyes had flickered over to the clock at one point, and she saw it was just a bit past nine. She figured Harry was used to getting up early due to his job.
Once they were finished eating, they laid back against the propped up pillows. Georgia was turned slightly on her side with the sheets still covering her legs while holding a coffee mug in both hands. Harry had one hand behind his head on the headboard, and the other was resting gently on Georgia's thigh.
"I have a few errands that I need to run this morning, and then I have to stop by my office. I'm not trying to rush us, but I really should get going," he told her, but he hoped that his eyes conveyed that he really didn't want this to end.
"Oh yeah, sure," Georgia said with a nod, finishing up her coffee quickly. She placed the mug on the tray and climbed out of bed - Harry's hand slipping from her body.
Harry watched as she moved around the room before disappearing into the bathroom to change. Biting down on his bottom lip, he ran a hand through his curls as he laid on the bed in just his dress pants from the night before. He was falling for this woman, he knew that to be true. She was kind, gentle, not to mention so beautiful. He hoped that what happened last night meant as much to her as it did to him.
It didn't take long for Georgia to come back out the bathroom with her dress back on and Harry's shirt neatly folded in her arms. She walked over to the bed and held it out in her palms for him. "Thank you again for letting me wear it last night, and for letting me stay."
"Of course, thank you for agreeing to stay."
He stood from the bed and slipped the shirt back on before draping his suit jacket over his arm, not bothering with putting it on properly. Once they had both put on their shoes, they walked out of the room - Harry's hand on the small of her back as they did so. He turned the key in at the desk, and then they stepped out onto the street.
Georgia turned to look up at him with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
"Can I drive you home?" Harry asked, lifting his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Only if you feel comfortable with me doing so, of course."
Raising her brows, she stared up at the gorgeous man in front of her - almost breathless at the sight of him in the sunlight for the first time. Golden flakes shimmered in his jade colored eyes, and the sun kissed his olive skin just right. She was almost in a daze just being in his presence, let alone making some sort of contact with him.
"Okay, I'd like that," she agreed with a nod.
Harry smiled wide as he took her petite hand in his, lacing their fingers together as they crossed the street to head back towards the parking lot at Fortune. He fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car, helping Georgia into the passenger seat before rounding to his side. As they pulled out onto the road after Georgia entered her address into the GPS, he cracked the windows slightly to let the cool summer air breeze through the car. It wasn't too hot considering it was still before ten o'clock.
"You can play whatever you'd like," Harry offered while gesturing to his radio.
Georgia gave him a quiet 'thank you' as she reached forward, browsing through his preset SiriusXM stations. She eventually settled on '90's on 9', and Harry looked over to her with a small smirk.
"Are you a sucker for 90's music too?"
Fiddling with her fingers in her lap, Georgia nodded as she peeked over at Harry. "I really am. To be honest, I didn't listen to it a lot as a child. I was mostly listening to 60's and 70's music because of my grandparents. It wasn't until middle school until I actually started discovering 90's music. You should've seen the look on people's faces when they would play certain songs and they realized it was my first time hearing them."
"Were you close with your grandparents?"
Harry's question bounced around the car for a bit while Georgia made the decision on whether or not to share more personal information about herself, but she decided that after the night they had, and the fact he was now taking her home, this bit of information seemed safe to share.
"Yeah, I was," Georgia smiled wide as she thought about the both of them. "They raised me, actually. I never knew my parents. Well, they were my parents, through and through, but my biological ones, you know? I don't care to know them either - I never have."
Pursing his lips to the side, Harry tapped his thumb against the steering wheel as he focused on the road ahead. He wanted to ask more, but he also knew that Georgia wasn't one to be super open, so he took what she gave. He lifted his free hand for a moment, almost hesitating before reaching over to place it on the inside of Georgia's thigh, just above her knee.
Georgia felt her skin grow warm at the touch, and she looked down at the contact before dancing her fingertips along the back of his hand. "Can I ask about how you grew up?"
"Yeah, of course," Harry cleared his throat before continuing to speak. "Just my dad and I. My mom left when I was...four, maybe five? It's a bit foggy. I don't remember her, and like you, I don't care to. If she didn't want to know me - I don't want to know her."
There was a new comfort that surrounded the both of them. An understanding that they had truly never felt with anyone else. Georgia curled her fingers around Harry's, her other hand reaching out to run her fingers up and down the skin of his forearm that he had exposed when he rolled up his sleeves before driving.
His car pulled up to her complex shortly, and she looked over at him after unbuckling her seatbelt. "Thank you for last night, and this morning," she said, trying to hide how big she wanted to smile so she didn't seem so overeager. "I had a really, really nice time."
"Me too," Harry replied as he cupped her cheek, his hand so large against her face that he was able to run his thumb along her temple. "Again, thank you for choosing to stay, and for letting me drive you home."
"I'm glad I agreed," she giggled softly, causing Harry to smile wide - his dimples popping full force.
"Can I ask you something?"
Georgia hummed, nodding into his palm. "Of course," she breathed without even thinking.
"I have a work party to go to tonight, and I know Saturday night is really big for you, but do you think you'd be able to come? I really want you there...with me," Harry spoke quickly, as if she would cut him off at any moment.
Eyebrows raised, she stared back at him with parted lips. She couldn't believe that he would want her to go with him to a function like that. Most men wanted to hide her way. She was a secret - a flaw, if you will. It wasn't like men to want to have her on their arm where other people could see.
"I'm sorry, me?"
Harry chuckled softly as he leaned forward, but keeping a bit of distance between their faces with his hand occupying her cheek still. "Yes, sweetheart, you."
Georgia almost couldn't find the words to answer him. She was stunned.
"Uhm, yeah, I bet Cass will let me have the night off. I've never called out before. I'll just explain that something came up," she nodded, raising her hand to cup his forearm that connected to the hand on her face - running her palm up and down his smooth and inked skin. "It sounds really nice, Harry."
Closing the space between them, Harry pressed a kiss to the cheekbone that wasn't hidden under his hand, running his nose softly against her jawline afterwards. "I'll pick you up at seven."
If he had allowed her, she would've melted right in the passenger seat of his car, but she knew he had things to do. "Okay, yeah," she stammered, reaching down to the side to open the door, but they were still keeping all contact as she hadn't made an attempt to get out yet. "That sounds perfect. Uhm, what do I wear?"
"My suit is like a yellowish-gold color, but if you don't have something that matches that, please don't worry," he told her. "Whatever you wear will be just fine, sweet Georgia, I'm sure of it."
She didn't understand how everything that came out of his mouth was just so perfect, and how it made her feel like she was floating. "Okay, Harry babe, I'll see you at seven."
Georgia pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his lips before hopping out. She knew if she didn't get out right then that she wouldn't be getting out at all. As she walked up to the doors of her complex, she peered over her shoulder to see Harry still waiting there, and they exchanged a small wave before she walked inside.
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Harry tucked himself into the back of one of his SUVs, having made arrangements for his driver to take him and Georgia to and from the work party tonight. He planned on having a few drinks, and he figured Georgia would as well, so it would be best to have their transportation completely arranged.
His hands rested in his lap as the driver drove across the freeway, heading in the direction of Georgia's apartment. He twirled the ring around his index finger as he looked out the window - lips pursed to the side as he thought about what this night could entail. Part of him didn't really think that Georgia would agree to going, and he was honestly surprised at how shocked she was that he would ask her to such an event.
Why wouldn't he?
Georgia was honestly everything he felt like he had been yearning for. He knew their situation was different, and most men would probably laugh in his face for thinking he had something further with a woman with her occupation, but Harry knew there was something more. He had started to feel it the most last night, and then the conversation in his car this morning just solidified it. Her even agreeing to let him drive her home confirmed it for him.
Now that it was pretty clear that Georgia was also having the same feelings as him, he knew that he wouldn't shy away as much. Harry had never been an over eager or overly doting partner, but he was never one to hide away once he knew that him, and the person he was interested in, were on the same page.
They pulled up in front of Georgia's apartment building with a few minutes to spare, and he felt like a right dickhead for not walking her in earlier - that way he could have gone up now and met her at her door. Once there was only a minute left before seven, he hopped out of the car and rested against the side of it with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. It was only a few seconds later that he caught the front door opening out of his peripheral, and he just about fell out when he saw just how stunning Georgia looked.
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Georgia stopped walking once she looked up from her feet, and her lips parting a bit as she took in Harry's appearance. She had never seen him in a suit so colorful, but it looked absolutely incredible on him. She secured her bottom lip between her teeth as she approached the car, and Harry quickly pushed himself off the side of it to bring a hand out to rest on her hip.
"Sweet Georgia," he breathed, looking her over again and again before shaking his head. "You look absolutely incredible. Gorgeous."
"Thank you, Harry babe," she was trying to hide just how much his compliment impacted her so that she didn't seem so silly, but Harry caught sight of the corners of her lips twitching up. "You look amazing as well. What a beautiful suit."
Harry leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek before moving them around so that he could open the back door of the car for her. She slipped inside, and then he rounded the car to get in on the other side so she wouldn't have to make her way across the bench seat. The driver started off towards the venue for the party, and Harry and Georgia's hands rested just a few inches away from each other on the middle seat of the car.
"How was your afternoon?" Harry broke the silence after a while, and Georgia shrugged.
"I was pretty lazy, if I'm going to be honest," she giggled. "Once I found this dress in my closet, and texted Cass I wasn't coming in, I just laid around on the couch and binge watched horrible reality television."
"Oh? How did Cass take it?" Harry raised an eyebrow up at her statement. "And what horrible reality show were you watching?"
"He was fine with it, actually. Like I said, I've never taken a night off before, so it's no big deal. And well, as far as the show - it's not the first time I've watched it, but...Jersey Shore."
Harry tilted his head back with a laugh, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching out - patting his palm against the back of Georgia's hand. "You would probably judge me for how many times I've rewatched that show. I put it on for background noise more often than I should."
Georgia moved a little in her seat to where her knee rested against Harry's as they continued down the road. "Well, at least I'm not alone in finding a guilty pleasure in those kinds of shows."
It doesn't take long for them to arrive at the venue, and Harry's driver came around to open the door for the both of them. Harry slipped out first, and held his hand out for Georgia to take as she stepped out as well. She took his hand without hesitation, and he laced their fingers together - allowing for their hands to fall between them as they started towards the steps of the building.
"Harry," Georgia spoke up as they approached the front door, and he immediately stopped walking to focus all his attention on her. "Are there going to be some of the men you came to the club with here?"
Harry nodded, and he quickly moved them to the side to allow others to go around them and step inside. "Yes, there will be. Why? Is that okay?"
"You're not going to be ashamed that they'll be seeing you with me? What if they recognize me from the Fortune?"
Brows furrowing, Harry stepped closer to her so that he could lift his hand and trail his fingertips down the side of her neck. "So what if they do? I could never be embarrassed of you."
Georgia swallowed harshly as Harry cupped the side of her neck - running the pad of his thumb along her jawline. He leaned down to press his mouth against the corner of hers before speaking again - lips still attached to her skin. "Embarrassed or ashamed are things that I could never correlate when it comes to us being seen together, Georgia."
Fully fighting to keep her eyes from fluttering shut, Georgia reached her hands out to cup Harry's sides underneath his suit jacket. The tips of her fingers dug into his ribs, but not in a way that would hurt, as she moved even closer to him. She felt Harry's hand that wasn't on her neck slide to press against her lower back to keep her fully against him.
"Sorry," she apologized, and Harry lifted his head so that he could look her in the eyes. "Just a little nervous is all."
"No need to apologize, sweetheart. I've got you, okay? I promise I'll make sure we have a good time, you especially."
Georgia felt the weight that had been crushing her chest dissipate, and she gave him a nod. Harry spun his body away from hers, but kept his hand on her back as they walked into the venue. She tucked herself into his side, eyes dancing around to see how intricately decorated everything was.
"What's the celebration?" Georgia spoke into Harry's ear as he led her through the room, seeing that a few people had looked in their direction.
"CEO is retiring, so his son, who was the COO, is taking over for him," he explained as he tilted his head towards the bar along one of the walls. "Want a drink?"
Georgia nodded in response, and he began to lead them in that direction. His hand never left her as he leaned over to the bar to order their usual drinks - a vodka tonic for himself, and a glass of Buffalo Trace on the rocks for Georgia. Once the drinks had been made, her handed Georgia her glass before taking his own in his free hand, guiding them towards one of the tall tables they had around for people to stand at.
Harry raised his glass towards one of the tables, and he moved his hand along Georgia's back to cup her hip that was opposite of him, giving it a squeeze as he knew she was still nervous. "Hi Craig. Good to see you, Ollie" he said, nodding at the two gentlemen that were there. "This is Georgia."
Giving them her usual charming smile, Georgia extended her hand towards the two of them. "Hi, it's nice to meet you."
She could tell that one of the men in particular was eying her, and she figured it was because he had been to Fortune with Harry, and he probably recognized her. The two men eventually introduced their wives to both Harry and Georgia as well, the three couples mingling as the night went on.
Harry could tell that over time Georgia had loosened up a bit. She was just about finished with her second glass, and she had definitely gotten more giggly. His heart soared at the sound of her laugh, and he leaned down to talk into her ear. "I'm about to grab another. Would you like one as well?"
Georgia looked up to him with a wide smile still on her lips as she nodded. "Yes, please."
"You okay if I leave you here? I'll just be a minute."
She moved her head in agreement again as Harry made his way back over to the bar. There was a small line, and he had turned his body to where he would still be able to see the table from where he was standing. He could feel a smile of his own resting on his mouth as he saw the way Georgia had still continued to talk to those at their table, even without Harry being present. Her head was thrown back in a laugh, her locks bouncing a bit as she shook her head.
The only thing that knocked him out of his Georgia-induced trance was a hand gliding along the middle of his back. "I haven't seen you all night, Harry."
He recognized the voice as Maxine in accounting, and he had to force himself to tear his eyes away from Georgia. Looking at Maxine, he gave her a soft smile. "Been mainly around Craig and Ollie all night, 's nothing personal, I promise."
Maxine gave a small laugh, shaking her head as she now placed her hand on one of his biceps. "No worries, just stating an observation, which another one of those that I've made is how wonderful you look in this suit."
"Well thank you, you look nice as well."
Georgia's laughter was dying down at something Ollie's wife had said when she looked over to the bar to see Harry speaking with Maxine. She didn't think anything of it until she saw her hand reach out to grab his bicep. Pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek, she swigged down the rest of her drink before looking over to those at the table. "I'll be right back."
She wasn't sure what came over her. She had never felt jealous over a man before in her life, but here she was, heels clicking against the tiled floor as she made her way over to them. Before she could make it over to the two completely, she watched as the woman's hand ran up from his bicep to rest on his shoulder, and just as Harry opened his mouth to say something, Georgia beat him to it.
"Was wondering where you went," she told him, and Harry's eyes quickly snapped away from Maxine to meet Georgia's. Georgia couldn't help but smile as she saw the dimples sink into Harry's cheeks once he saw she was next to him again. "Bit of a line, hm?"
Harry gave Georgia a nod, and Maxine cleared her throat as she dropped her hand from Harry. "Who's your friend?"
Although it had only been a few seconds, and she had just retrieved her touch from him, Harry had completely forgotten about Maxine even being around them - her speaking reminded him of her presence.
"Maxine, this is Georgia," he said, securely locking his arm around Georgia's waist, pulling her into his side. Georgia giggled as she draped her forearm over his shoulder, allowing her front to press into him completely. "Georgia, Maxine works for the company as well - she's in accounting."
Georgia flickered her eyes over to Maxine for a moment, glancing her over before looking back at her face. "You don't mind if I steal my date back, do you?"
Raising one of her eyebrows, Georgia watched as Maxine's lips parted, and she stood there completely dumbfounded."No, o-of course not. I'll see you on Monday, Harry."
Georgia knew she really didn't have a right to claim Harry as her own, and she didn't even realize she had been doing it until those words had left her mouth. Harry snickered as he watched Maxine walk away before looking back to Georgia. "Have me a little shocked, you know that? I'm guessing you weren't the biggest fan of her talking to me?"
"Talking is one thing, her putting her hands all over you is another," she mumbled, feeling a bit insecure all of a sudden since she let that situation get the best of her.
Harry's eyes flickered down to Georgia's lips, and leaned down to press his against hers for a moment before pulling away. "Well, I can assure you that my hands are reserved for one person, and one person only."
Pink covered Georgia's cheeks as she pursed her lips to the side, having them still tingle from the quick peck Harry had delivered to her. "Oh yeah? And may I ask who the lucky person is?"
"I think you know her quite well," Harry answered as he tapped the tip of his nose against hers.
Soon it was their turn to order, and he quickly ordered another round.
The night ended with the couple being tipsy around each other for the first time together, and they could hardly keep their hands to themselves. At one point Ollie had leaned over to ask Harry if Georgia was the dancer from Fortune that he had been making googly eyes at when they were there, and Harry told him 'yes' immediately. He meant what he said when he told Georgia he wasn't ashamed of her, or her occupation. Ollie didn't think anything of it, and he made that clear to Harry. He was happy to see his friend so full of life around someone.
As the couple walked outside to waiting for their driver, Harry's suit jacket now draped over Georgia's shoulders, he had his arms wrapped around her torso - keeping her close. "I meant to ask you earlier, and I know that we've both been drinking so if you don't feel comfortable, I won't be offended, but would you like to stay the night with me?"
Georgia's eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she gave him a nod. "Yes, please. I don't want to spend the night away from you - not after how much fun we've had."
"Two nights in a row together, sweet Georgia, what will they say?" Harry asked playfully, causing Georgia to snuggle her face into his chest.
It was only a few seconds later that his driver pulled up, and Harry helped Georgia into the car as he did before, and he had every intention of carrying himself over to the other side like earlier. He hadn't even shut the car door yet before Georgia slid her body onto the other side, and then patted the seat she had been sitting in first.
"Nonsense for you to walk all the way around, c'mon," she stated, making grabby hands at him.
Harry chuckled as he got inside the car, and he reached over to do Georgia's seatbelt before doing his own. The couple had their fingers locked together - hands resting on the middle seat between them as they traveled down the road.
"I'll get us a couple of glasses of water once we're home. I think we both need to desperately rehydrate, yeah?"
His free hand lifted to move the hair off her shoulder and onto her back, exposing one side of her neck to him. She noticed that his eyes stayed trained on the skin there, and that was because Harry was thinking about the way his lips felt against that same skin in the last night. There was no way he was going to let anything escalate further than what they had already done tonight considering the alcohol in their systems.
"Yeah, I can already tell I'm probably going to have a headache in the morning," Georgia nodded. "It's been a while since I've allowed myself to drink that much, but it was really nice. Thank you so much for inviting me, Harry."
"Thank you for agreeing to come. You were the most wonderful date, and everyone loved you. Ollie's wife was talking about you guys getting together for brunch while he and I go and play golf."
Georgia could almost feel tears threatening to sting at her eyes with Harry's words. Even though she was close with the girls at Fortune, they never really did anything outside of the club. It's been years since Georgia just grabbed a drink or two with a girlfriend, or even hung out with someone else at their home. Harry's home was going to be the first one she's stayed at other than her own since she moved to California.
It wasn't that she was unhappy with this being her life, not in the slightest, but it took tonight for her to realize just how lonely her life had been. She had moved to California to start over after isolating herself while taking care of her grandmother, and it didn't even dawn on her that she had practically done the same thing to herself here too because she had grown comfortable in her routine.
"I would really like that, I think," she whispered, and Harry could see just how much emotion was showing in Georgia's eyes as she spoke.
They pulled up to his house, and he got out quickly, helping Georgia out as well before they started up the steps to his front door. He patted his pants for his keys, eyebrows knitting together before he looked over to Georgia. "Ah," he clicked his tongue, reaching into one of the pockets of his suit jacket - retrieving the keyring. He unlocked the door, letting her step inside first before he followed closely behind.
After tossing his keys onto the small table beside them, he flicked the lights on to illuminate the massive foyer that led into a sitting room with a fireplace and a large art piece on the wall.
Georgia's eyes widened as she looked up, seeing a walkway that clearly connected one part of the upstairs to the other, but it opened up once you got into the foyer. Looking to the side she could see that walkway connected to a spiral staircase that came down right in the corner of the foyer, and she felt almost overwhelmed with just how huge this house felt.
"Wow," she laughed out, looking over to Harry as he toed off his dress shoes, hooking the heels of them onto the tips of his index and middle fingers - tossing them towards the steps. "Your home is so beautiful, Harry."
"Thank you," his cheeks flushed at the compliment. "I know that not a lot of men care about this sort of thing, but I'm really passionate about the way I decorate my house. When I moved in here, I had a lot of the light fixtures replaced to fit more of the vibe I was going for, and I hand picked all the art myself."
"Well, whenever I buy myself a home, remind me to have you come and help me decorate."
"Deal," Harry leaned down to press his lips against her cheek before taking her hand, leading her to a doorway that was on the other side of the sitting room.
This led into the kitchen, and he walked Georgia over to one of the counters, moving both hands to pat her hips. "Jump up."
Georgia did as she was told, a small squeal leaving her as he plopped her down onto the counter with a smirk. He lowered himself onto one knee on the tiled floor, and then lifted one of her feet so the toe of her heel rested on his shoulder - beginning to undo the strap clasped around her ankle. She watched him with her lower lip tucked between her teeth, and her breath got caught in the back of her throat as he turned his head to press a kiss against her skin on the inside of her calf once the shoe had been removed.
He mimicked the same action for the other foot before standing, patting the outside of her thighs just as he did her hips a moment ago. "I'll get us some water."
Swallowing harshly, Georgia shoved her arms fully through the sleeves of his suit jacket now, fiddling with her fingers underneath the large cuffs that covered her hands. Her eyes stayed on Harry as he moved around the kitchen, collecting a couple of glasses from a cabinet before walking over to the fridge. He filled the glasses with both ice, and water, and then made his way back over to Georgia.
"Here you are, honey," he said, extending one of them out to her.
She gave him a small 'thank you' as she brought the glass to her lips, drinking the water way faster than she had originally intended. Harry hummed as he watched her, a small smile playing on his lips as he drank his own water.
"Slow down," he said, lifting his hand to wipe the water that had started to drip down her chin a bit from where she pulled the glass away quickly. "I don't want you to make yourself sick."
Her eyes held his as Harry kept a hold on her face, before his eyes dropped down to her lips. Lifting the pad his thumb, he pulled her bottom lip down to expose her bottom teeth before letting it plop back into place - much like she had done to him last night. He shook his head, leaning forward to rest his forehead against her jaw.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he said lowly, and Georgia wasn't even sure if she was meant to hear it.
Placing her glass down next to her, Georgia tangled one hands into the back of Harry's curls, threading her fingers through the chestnut locks while her other hand rubbed small circles between his shoulder blades. "I don't think you have any idea what you do to me either, Harry babe."
After a moment, Harry tilted his head back a bit to plant soft kisses against the skin of Georgia's neck, and she sighed happily as he did so. Although the sensation his lips gave her was now familiar, it still caused a spark to surge throughout her entire body. She loved the way he felt against her - his body, his hands, or his lips. Georgia wasn't sure how she could ever go without having this type of connection with him.
"You want to go lay down?" Harry asked, planting a kiss underneath her ear. "You can borrow some of my clothes."
"Uh-huh," Georgia nodded, letting out a small gasp as he sucked at the hinge of her jaw for a moment before pulling away.
He made a promise to himself that things weren't going to escalate tonight, and he was going to hold himself accountable to that. Although they weren't drunk, he wanted that next step to be made when they were sober, and he knew they were tipsy from the beverages they indulged in tonight.
Kicking her heels that he had left on the floor over to the side, he moved her bridal style into his arms. Georgia giggled as she shoved her face into Harry's neck, and he walked up the staircase towards his bedroom. Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind him with his foot, and she lifted her face to take a look around.
She didn't know why she would expect anything less than extraordinary, given how the rest of Harry's house had looked so far, but she wasn't prepared for just how stunning his bedroom was.
Up against the wall was a large bed, she knew it had to be a California King, that was adorned in deep red silk. There was a gorgeous chandelier that hung from his ceiling, and a fireplace, very similar to the one downstairs, tucked into the corner. She saw there was another door that was open, and she soon realized that it was an ensuite. She was knocked out of her observations when she felt Harry placing her down gently to sit at the foot of his bed.
"I'll be right back," he said, stroking the back of his fingers against her cheek before heading into the ensuite. There was a noise from another door, and she figured that he was entering his closet. He came out a minute or two later, and her jaw just about unhinged when he appeared in only a pair of joggers laying low on his hips. Her eyes took in his delicious tattoos again, and she pressed her thighs together under the material of her dress when she thought about gliding her tongue along the ferns that adorned his prominent v-lines.
"I brought you some boxers and a t-shirt, is that okay?"
Georgia barely heard him, and once he stood completely in front of her, and saw where her eyes were glued, he couldn't help but smirk. "Sweet Georgia," he cooed again, and it was like she snapped back to reality - her eyes meeting his.
"Sorry," she mumbled, rolling her lips into her mouth as she took the clothing that he had extended to her. "This is perfect."
After standing, she moved to the chair that was in the corner of his room to set down the pajamas he had given her. She shrugged off his suit jacket with her back to him, and draped it over the back of the chair looking at him over her shoulder. "Could you help me out of my dress, Harry?"
Harry had been pulling back the covers on the bed when he heard her request, and he looked over to see her moving her hair over one of her shoulders so that he had access to the zipper on the back of her gown. Her eyes met his as he made his way over to her, squeezing the pull between the pad of his thumb and index finger before pulling it down. He felt the zipper drop down past the swell of her ass, and once he had reached the bottom, he lifted both of his hands to place them on her shoulders.
His eyes didn't stray anywhere else but her face as Georgia kept her eyes on him as well before letting the garment drop to the floor around her feet. She wasn't wearing a bra, and without the dress, she was only standing in front of him in a thin nude colored thong.
"You could look at me if you wanted to, Harry" she whispered, and Harry's hands tightened on her shoulders.
He wanted to. God, did he want to, but he didn't want to do it like this.
"Georgia," he breathed, leaning down to rest his forehead against the back of her head. "I want, trust me, but I want us both to be in the right state of mind, okay?"
Georgia wanted to slightly curl into herself. It had been a long time since she had offered to have someone, other than an individual who paid for her, look at her body in such a way. Part of her wondered if she had misinterpreted what had just happened between the two of them downstairs in the kitchen, and now she felt a bit foolish. She turned herself completely away from him now, dropping her chin to her chest and draping an arm across her breasts as she moved closer to the chair.
"Sorry," she muttered, grabbing the clothes. "I'm just going to freshen up before I lay down."
Harry watched as she made off towards the ensuite, and he opened his mouth to call after her but the door was already shut before his mind could process what was happening. "Shit," he hissed, dropping down on the side of the bed where he had already plugged his phone in on the nightstand, running his fingers through his unruly curls.
He hadn't meant to upset her by any means, but there was no way he was taking the next step with her tonight. That wasn't him, and he knew there was a chance that she could wake up tomorrow morning, if anything did happen, and wish none of it ever had. That was the last thing that needed for her to deal with, and he knew that she would appreciate it once she was sober if he stopped anything further from going on.
A few minutes had gone by, and Harry had occasionally heard the sink running, but he couldn't hear much else. He decided that he'd at least go ahead and get himself settled - figuring that Georgia probably wouldn't even really want to speak with him once she was out. He rolled onto this side so that his back was facing where she'd be sleeping, pulling the sheets up right below his ribs.
He had almost dozed off when he felt the bed dip behind him, and he could tell that she was trying to move as gently as possible so she didn't disturb him. Once she got settled, he licked over his bottom lip before speaking up.
"I can go sleep in one of the guest rooms if you'd be more comfortable," he cringed at himself, shaking his head a bit. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't," Georgia sighed, and he could tell there was a hint of frustration in her tone. "I'm upset with myself."
Harry's forehead scrunched up in confusion as he turned just a bit, but not enough to face Georgia completely. He could, however, see that her back was also turned to him. "Why are you upset with yourself?"
"Because I obviously mistook a lot of signs tonight, and I feel a bit silly, okay? I don't really want to continue talking about it."
Now Harry was frowning as he turned over completely. He contemplated his next move for a moment, but he eventually reached out to rest his hand over her hip through the sheets. "I would like to talk about it, Georgia, please. I'd like to explain."
He could see just barely through the darkness that she had sucked in a deep breath due to the motion in her back. Biting down on his bottom lip, he gave her hip a squeeze, leaving it up to her on whether or not she also wanted to turn around. He was now propped up on his elbow a bit, and he knew he would continue to speak regardless of whether or not she chose to face him.
Eventually with a small huff, Georgia flipped onto her back, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared up at the ceiling. To be honest, Harry had to bite back the small laugh that wanted to pass by his lips at just how adorable she looked right now. She had a slight pout on her pillowy lips, and he could tell she was trying her hardest to not look at him.
"You didn't misinterpret any signs from tonight, sweet Georgia," he told her honestly, his hand that was once on her hip now resting gently on her stomach from when she turned over. "If we were both sober right now, and completely in our right minds, I'd have you right now. Fuck, I'd be a man begging for you to take me.
Georgia's eyes widened, and she looked over to Harry. Her lips parted before he continued to speak. "But I know that there's a chance you could wake up in the morning, and that you'd regret everything. So how about I make you a deal? We can lay here and do just like we did last night - kiss until our hearts are content. Then in the morning if you wake up, and you to still want to take things further, then I promise that you can have all of me."
Georgia took in his words, processing everything that he had just said before she gave him a nod. "Okay, I understand now," a smile crept its way onto her lips, and she lifted her arms - making grabby hands just like she had earlier in the car. "Come closer."
Harry laughed as he laid back down fully on his side, and Georgia turned onto hers as he pressed against her lower back. He was the one to slot his leg between hers tonight, and her hands were now pressed against his chest. "Want me to kiss you, sweetheart?"
She knew that he was teasing now, and it caused her to let out a soft whine. Harry groaned at the noise before sealing his lips against hers, and this kiss was immediately one with more hunger. Their tongues were lulling against one anothers in a sloppy way, but neither of them cared. Harry shifted a bit so that his hand was now in the middle of her back, keeping her as close as possible.
After a bit, Georgia disconnected her lips from Harry's, and she began to kiss down his neck. He felt her rut her hips down against his - her core meeting his thigh causing her to whimper against his skin.
"Georgia," his hands were quick to snap around her hips to steady her movements.
"I know, I know," Georgia panted as she continued to kiss over his neck, and now down over his collarbone. Her tongue darted out to lap at his swallows, the wetness causing goosebumps to coat his body due to the small chill in the room. "I'm sorry, I just can't help it, Harry. I want you so bad, but I respect why we're not doing it tonight. I know I'm going to be happy in the morning that you kept this contained, but I just can't remember the last time I've wanted someone so much. I don't know if I ever have."
Harry was secure in his stance of not letting this escalate before, but now he stood in it even further, because he knew that Georgia wouldn't have confessed how drawn she was to him if she was sober. Even though he knew he was breaking down her walls a bit, he knew that she was still very reserved when it came to her emotions.
"I want you so badly too, honey," Harry was honest in his words. "I just know it'll mean more to both of us if we wait until we're level-headed, but just know I feel the same. I don't think there's ever been someone that I've been drawn to like you."
Georgia hummed in response to his words as she kissed up the other side of his neck before connecting their mouths again. She looped one arm around his neck, her other hand still pressed against one of his pecs, as she danced her fingertips from between his shoulder blades, back up to his neck. Eventually she just cupped her hand around it to keep their lips as together as possible.
She began to suck on his bottom lip, pulling it between her own while tilting her head back slightly before releasing it with a soft 'pop'. Harry stifled the moan that wanted to bubble in his chest from her actions, really not wanting to work themselves up too much.
They continued to makeout for what seemed like hours, and Harry truly had to will down a hard-on the entire time. He knew the alcohol in his system was definitely making that task a little easier. However, with Georgia's soft noises, and the feeling of her lips against his as her hands traced over his skin, it was difficult.
Eventually they both got tired, and they fell asleep tangled in each others arms with lips even more swollen than the night before.
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the-guilty-writer · 1 year
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We're All Mad Here
Request from @twwobsessed: Hi I love your writings sm🫶🏻 platonic love and care and comfort is amazing 🥰 Could I request something with Hotch as father figure to a bau reader where he provides a safe place for her to be vulnerable and realize it’s okay to lean on others around her when she’s struggling with her mental health?
Aaron Hotchner x platonic!BAU!reader
Summary: Everyone at the BAU has their days. Hotch lets you know it's okay not to be okay.
A/N: I am, once again, lacking in creative flow at the moment. Title and final line are Alice in Wonderland references because I'm hoping someone will catch onto all the weird little metaphors and things I put into my writing one day and appreciate them like I do
CW: nothing super heavy tbh other than pointing out that everyone who works for the BAU is truamatized, reader hasn't eaten dinner and opts for tea instead.
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You were almost certain that it was Aaron Hotchner’s goal to put together the most unhinged, secretly mentally insane team in the bureau. So certain, in fact, that you would put money on it if someone asked.
At times thought it was the only reason why he hired you; your mandatory psychological evaluations showed someone extremely well-adjusted, or rather someone who knew what others wanted to hear. Your best guess was that he had seen straight through the bullshit on your file and smiled to himself… another misfit to add to his collection.
But that didn’t mean he was wrong about it. The team had the highest rate of solved cases in the country and was considered one of the most elite units in the FBI. “The best profilers, sometimes, are the unsubs themselves,” Rossi had said to you during your first month on the team. All you could do was nod in response and subtly look around at the people you were surrounded by.
If that statement was true, it sure as hell made a lot of sense why you were all so good at your jobs.
There were times when someone on the team’s demons grew a little stronger, or their ghosts got a little louder. You’d already seen it happen with Morgan and Prentiss. JJ did a bit better hiding hers, but sometimes she fiddled with her necklace a little too much. Reid would repeat the words “I’m fine” a few too many times. Garcia would smile with her mouth, but not her eyes. There were days when Hotch’s firm expression faltered. Even Rossi had his moments.
The first time you’d fallen, Morgan warned you it was coming; the initial adrenaline of working the job wearing off, causing exhaustion to take over. “It hits most people around month nine,” he’d said. It didn’t hit you until month sixteen.
You picked yourself back up and since then, you’d been okay- learned to take care of yourself, to breathe, to be still. But life didn’t always make time for stillness, and you could feel yourself falling into the hole again. The demons at the bottom of the pit got more and more demanding, multiplying without ever feeding them a meal.
Or maybe it was just your stomach grumbling. You hadn’t eaten since your lunch break and it was nearly ten at night. Besides yourself, the bullpen was empty. To your knowledge, everyone had gone home hours ago. You should have too, but the more paperwork you finished the more quiet your head would be; the less people would notice how hungry your demons were.
“(Y/L/N),” Hotch’s voice caught your attention. You didn’t know he was still here- his office light was off, the door closed for the night. Yet, he stood just inside the glass doors of the BAU, looking a bit too much like a film noir character in the dim lights.
“Hey Hotch,” you greeted him like this was a usual encounter.
“What are you still doing here?” he asked, walking softly towards your desk.
“I could ask you the same question,” you smirked, trying to evade further questioning.
“I had to be on call with the head of the LA field office,” he said as he moved to sit on the edge of your desk. “You should have gone home hours ago.”
You shrugged. “I wanted to get some paperwork done.” The casualness of your tone and the way you sat back in your chair would have been enough to fool anyone else into thinking you were okay. Too bad you worked with a bunch of profilers.
“You know,” Hotch started. “The call I just got off of in LA was because they were trying to start a unit there to lighten our caseload.”
“I- I didn’t know that.” You wondered if the team would ever take cases on the west coast again, or if life would slow down from here on out.
Hotch sighed. “They’ve been trying for the last three years, but they couldn’t keep a consistent unit. Too many agents were coming in and burning out. They’re terminating the project.”
You stayed silent, unsure of what to say.
“This job, it isn’t easy,” Hotch’s tone softened. “Every person on the team knows what it’s like to struggle. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, and all of us are here to help.”
You looked down at your fidgeting hands in an effort to avoid Hotch’s gaze, but you could still feel him watching you. When you finally worked up the courage to look at him, your eyes were glassy with tears.
“I’ve been having a hard time recently,” you admitted, voice shuttering in an effort to contain tears. “Just feeling things a little more than usual.”
Hotch looked from you to his closed up office and back. “Do you want to talk about it?”
You mimicked his action, glancing to the room. “How much time do you have?”
Hotch was about to reply when your stomach let out a long growl. You looked down, smiling sheepishly. Your boss chuckled a bit. “Maybe we should get you some food first?”
You sighed, knowing you had to put something in your body but not knowing if you'd be able to keep anything down with your anxiety. “I think I'll just have some tea.”
Hotch handed you the key to his office, a sign to go make yourself comfortable in the space while he prepared your drink. “It's always tea time.”
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SNOW ANGEL
i'll angel in the snow until i'm worthy ❄️
🌨️ but if it kills me i tried
if it kills me ⛸️
pairing: ex!ellie x reader
synopsis: ellie shows up at your door in the dead of winter, years after your break up.
warnings: su!cide attempt, alluding to alcohol addiction, no comfort and no happy ending.
authors note: this is short! i’m on my period rn and i am honestly so devastated for absolutely no reason so i decided to write about it. loosely (completely) based on my very sad experience with an ex. if any of you beautiful people need someone to talk to i am always here. i’m always an option.
you’re everywhere. at the bottom of the bottle, at the bottom of the glass. ellie couldn’t shake you. not even in the winter under the warmth of other girls. that’s why she was knocking at your door tonight. for the first time in months.
well not really. she’s always almost about to knock. almost did last week until she heard you laughing with friends. almost two weeks ago until she heard your drunkenly stumbling around, kissing some girl. always almost, almost always.
but tonight she couldn’t help herself. knuckles burning from the cold outside, she knocks three times. it takes you ten seconds to anwser. she counted while drawing shapes in the snow on your porch railing.
“ellie?” you barely breathe. too much floods your mind at once. a kiss on your neck, flowers on the first date, her smile. her laugh, god you hadn’t heard that in forever.
“come in, you must be freezing.”
do you offer her soup or tea? or maybe the warmth of your heart? the remains of your love laying flat on your bathroom floor? that night, the knife. the pills, the whiskey.
who tries to kill themself with their mother’s switchblade?
“i’ll take the tea thank you.” she blows into her cupped palms, shivering. she looks awful but not drunk. just battling a thought. probably the one telling her to get the hell out of there.
“how’ve you been?” you ask. you’re trying to be polite but it’s fucked to act like you don’t have eyes. even after all these years, she’s still torn. guilt ripping at her from the inside.
“i’ve been pretty good, got a job fixing cars. taking some classes downtown.” she shrugs, looking down at her feet anxiously. she leans onto her left leg, twisting the right in the air slightly.
you sigh. something close to but not quite relief washing over your body. at least she’s busy? you can’t look at her. everytime you see her face you want to break into a slew of tears. hold her, hit her, blame her, apologize. why’d you invite her in again?
“i don’t think i ever said um…” she starts. the tea is screaming on the stovetop. “wait, hold that thought.” you flash a small smile and rush to grab it. she wishes you wouldn’t have. would she have the courage to finish what she was saying when you came back?
the anwser is no. you returned to an empty space in your front entrance. cold air flush from the door. all you want to do is throw the cup at the wall and watch it break into a million pieces. maybe it’ll help the anger. maybe it will mend the tears in your heart. maybe it’ll ease your own guilt, your own ache.
you didn’t understand. she was so happy that week before. you were going to a dinosaur exhibit for her birthday that friday. she was visiting joel’s grave everyday. she was drawing so many pictures of you and the house. you saw her ring shopping online.
what could you have done? how could you have known? could you have known?
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alyswritings · 2 years
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Mean Girlfriend
Request: Hiiii could you do a Hollandxsister where Sam is dating a girl who doesn't like Yn and insults her when no one is around?
Sam Holland x sister!reader
Summary: Sam's girlfriend isn't as nice as she seems.
Warnings: swear words, rude/mean comments, sam being a bad brother for part of this, some soft holland sibling moments though
a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!
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Sam was bringing his girlfriend over for the first time since he started dating her about two months ago. She's met Nikki, Dom, and Harry, but hasn't had a chance to meet the other three yet.
Y/N is setting the table while Nikki finishes up dinner with Harry helping her. The front door opens and Sam walks in, his girlfriend right behind him, their hands latched together.
"Hey, guys." Sam greets, him and his girlfriend making their way to where everyone is in the kitchen. "This is Blair. Blair, that's Tom, Paddy, and Y/N. And you remember my parents and Harry."
"Of course I do. Lovely to see you all again." Blair tells the parents and twin, a sickening sweet smile on her face. "And it's great to meet you all." She sends polite smiles to the other three siblings.
"Nice to meet you." Tom nods in greeting.
"Hi." Y/N waves.
"It is great to see you again, Blair." Nikki smiles. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Oh, uh, just a water right now, please." Blair says.
Nikki gets her a glass of water and everybody eventually ventures off. Harry drags Sam away to show him something, leaving only Blair and Y/N in the kitchen.
"I like your bracelet." Y/N says, trying to start a conversation.
"Thanks." Blair mutters, slightly rolling her eyes.
"So, uh, Sam says you met--"
"Do you always talk this much?" Blair cuts her off.
"Uh... sometimes." Y/N awkwardly chuckles. "I've barely even said anything, though."
"Well, you've said more than enough. No need to be a motormouth." Blaire remarks.
"Right. Sorry." Y/N mumbles, looking down at her hands.
"So sensitive." Blair sighs, walking out of the kitchen.
Y/N stares after her confused, wondering what she did wrong. Maybe the girl's just in a bad mood.
"Hey." Y/N turns to find Sam walk in. "Where's Blair?"
"Oh, uh, she just left. I think she went outside." Y/N informs.
"Okay. Do you like her?" Sam asks.
"Um..." Y/N trails off, not sure what to say. "Yeah. Yeah, she, uh... she seems nice." Y/N forces a smile. She's going to give Blair the benefit of the doubt, even though she's not sure if she should. Besides Sam seems happy and that's what's important.
"Great." Sam giddily smiles and Y/N's smile becomes slightly more genuine seeing her older brother happy. "You wanna go out there?"
"Uh, no. I'm... I'm just gonna stay in here. It's been a busy day, bit of quiet time would be cool." Y/N lies. All she's done today is sit around and watch TV.
"Okay." Sam nods. He presses a quick kiss to her cheek before practically dashing outside.
"You haven't done jackshit all day." Y/N jumps at the voice at the other twin.
"Jesus, Harry!" Y/N exclaims.
"I'm just saying. You've had plenty of quiet time today." Harry says.
"Being lazy isn't a quiet day." Y/N retorts.
"Well, it hasn't been a busy day. And I don't recall us getting on your nerves." Harry says.
"You're on them now." Y/N fires back.
Harry studies her, sensing something's wrong, but decides to leave it for later. He pinches her cheek before going outside.
At dinner that night, Blair was the sweetest she could be. All smiles and full of manners. She acted like she hadn't spoken the rude words. Y/N supposes they weren't that rude, but they still weren't something you really say to someone.
"I'm gonna drive Blair home." Sam announces.
"Okay, drive safe. It was wonderful seeing you, Blaire. Hope to see you again soon." Nikki warmly smiles at the girl.
"Oh, yes! I would love that." Blair gushes, hugging the woman. Everybody bids goodbyes, Y/N sitting at the bottom of the stairs.
"Bye." She calls as Sam walks outside, Blair being the only one around.
"You eat like a teenage boy and it's disgusting." Blair states.
"Well, I was raised with four of them." Y/N fires back, a sardonic smile on her face. Blair rolls her eyes, leaving.
- - -
Ever since that dinner, Blair comes over a lot more often... much to Y/N's disdain. Anytime the two are alone, Blair takes as many jabs at the Holland girl as she possibly can. But when somebody's around, she acts as if they're best friends and has done no wrong in life. Y/N absolutely hates it and isn't sure how her brothers don't see through the nice act.
Y/N wants to speak up, but she also wants Sam to be happy. And she's also not sure if anybody would even believe her.
Y/N is leaning against Tom's side as they sit on the couch in the living room and watch New Girl. They turn when they hear footsteps, seeing Sam and Blair walk in.
"Hey." Sam greets.
"Hi." Blair smiles.
"Hey. Hi, Blair." Tom waves.
"Hi." Y/N mutters, quickly turning her attention back to the TV. Sam sits next to her and Blair is on the other side of him.
"Ooh, I love this episode." Sam whispers.
"Don't you love all episodes?" Tom chuckles.
"Yeah, but this is one of my favorites." Sam says.
"Aren't they all basically you're--"
"Shut up, Tom." Sam cuts his brother off, making both of his siblings laugh.
"Sam, could you go get a beer?" Blair sweetly asks.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure." Sam says. "I'll get us all some snacks too." He offers, getting up. "Tom? Help?"
"Yeah." Tom gets up, Y/N whining when she falls onto the couch. "Sorry, Y/N/N. Personal heater is taking a break." Tom says, mockingly saluting her as he follows Sam into the kitchen.
"Are you always so clingy?" Blair wonders.
"What's it to you?" Y/N grumbles.
"I just think it's a bitchy thing to be clingy." Blair says.
"Where did I ask for your opinion?" Y/N bites, glaring at the older girl who glares right back.
"You know, if you weren't such a little shit, maybe more people would like you." Blair hisses.
"I'm an introvert. People not liking me is the dream." Y/N says, just to piss the blonde off.
Blair rolls her eyes, but before she can retort, the brothers make their return. Tom tosses a pack of Oreos at Y/N who barely manages to catch it.
"You could take somebody's eye out with that, you know?" Y/N says.
"But I didn't, did I?" Tom smiles at her. She sticks her tongue out at him and he reciprocates the action before sitting down next to her again.
- - -
It's been a few months since Blair first met the whole family and the secret verbal abuse towards Y/N has gotten under the girl's skin much more. At first, Y/N would always just brush the blonde's words off and fire back comments as best she could.
But over time, Y/N started getting less annoyed and more angry and hurt by the words that Blair would say to her. She didn't want to be affected by them, but they do and she hates that they do.
Y/N tried to talk to Sam about it, but he just brushed her off and defended Blair.
Now, the family of seven -- plus Tessa -- and Blair are all at the Holland household and enjoying the nice weather outside in the backyard.
Nikki, Dom, Harry, and Tom are sitting at the table, Tom talking about the new movie he's going to be in. Sam, Blair, and Paddy are sitting on chairs as Paddy talks about stuff happening at school. Y/N is sitting on the other side of the yard and shooting hoops, mostly out of boredom.
Y/N is simply minding her business when Blair makes her presence known.
"You know, being antisocial isn't very polite." Blair says. She keeps the sweet smile on her face so the others don't think anything of it.
"Being a bitch close to hearing distance? Getting risky, are we?" Y/N questions.
"I'm not being a bitch. I'm simply stating facts. You're antisocial and rude and a bitch and ugly and a terrible sister to your brothers. I mean, nobody in their right mind would ever love something that looks like you."
Y/N's jaw clenches, but she's unable to contain the anger that's been building up for months. Y/N throws the basketball at Blair, but she catches it, smirking.
"Have to do better than that, sweetheart." Blair says in a condescending tone. "You probably can't even put up a fight. You're too weak and tiny.
"I grew up with four brothers. Trust me, I can handle a fight." Y/N says.
"Sure you can." Blair says sarcastically.
Y/N tries to hold back, but before she's able to register it, her fist is colliding with Blair's face. The blonde lets out a noise of shock, dropping the basketball, a hand flying to her face.
"You psycho bitch!" Blair exclaims, slapping Y/N across the face. Y/N coldly chuckles, glaring at Blair. The rest of the family look over just as Y/N attacks Blair, the two starting to hit and tear at each other.
The rest of the Hollands rush over, attempting to break the fight up. Tom and Paddy try to drag Y/N off while Sam and Harry pull on Blair.
"Girls, girls!" Nikki tries to yell over the shouts and screams.
Eventually Tom is able to yank Y/N away as the twins hold Blair back.
"Enough!" Dom bellows, getting everybody to stop. "That's enough." He says in a calmer but still stern voice.
Blair takes a deep breath.
"I'm gonna, uh... I'm gonna go assess my injuries." Blair says, hurrying off inside. Tom keeps an arm around Y/N in case she decides to pounce. Once she's in, Sam turns to Y/N with a glare on his face.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" He questions.
"Sam--" Nikki starts.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with your bitch girlfriend?!" Y/N retorts.
"Don't call her a bitch! You're the one who started a whole fist fight." Sam states.
"Because she's been talking shit about me since the moment she met me!" Y/N informs earning an eye roll from Sam.
"God, stop being so jealous." Sam rolls his eyes.
"Sam." Tom warns, knowing whatever is said between either of them is probably going to be regretted later on.
"Jealous?!" Y/N shrieks. "I am not jealous!"
"Yes! Yes, you are! Look, I'm sorry I don't have as much time for you as I used to, but that doesn't mean you can ruin my relationship!" Sam shouts.
"I'm not trying to ruin anything! I'm trying to tell you about how she's not how she seems!" Y/N yells back.
"Could you just be happy for me for once?! Just let me be happy!"
Y/N looks at him with teary eyes, slightly glaring at him.
"Mate, come on." Harry whispers.
Y/N bats Tom's arm away from her, going for the house.
"Wait. Darling, wait!" Tom calls.
"Fuck off!" Y/N yells, going inside, the door slamming shut behind her.
"Both of them need to apologize to each other. Now. You and her too." Nikki orders Sam. The boy silently nods and his parents head inside.
Once it's just the four of them, Paddy slaps Sam on the chest.
"What the fuck was that?" Paddy asks.
"What?" Sam asks.
"She's not jealous. Have you ever known Y/N to lie?" Harry asks.
"To get stuff she wants, sometimes, yeah." Sam says.
"Yeah, like when she was little and wanted a cookie or something. She wouldn't lie about something that would effect any of our feelings." Tom says.
"Exactly. She cares too much." Paddy states.
"Whatever. I'm gonna go check on my girlfriend." Sam says, shoving past them.
"Yeah, because she's much more important than your sister!" Harry sarcastically yells out.
- - -
Y/N is lying in bed, hugging a pillow to her chest, dry tear stains on her cheeks. There's a knock on her door.
"Go away!" Y/N calls out.
The person behind the door just opens it, the girl turning to see Tom, Harry, and Paddy.
"I said go away." Y/N mutters, turning back around to face her wall.
"Here." Tom holds out two ice packs. "Your cheek and your hand. You both got each other pretty good." He says.
"Thanks." She mumbles, taking the ice packs. She puts one to her swollen cheek and holds the other to her knuckles.
"Look, we're on your side." Harry tells her.
"Thanks." Y/N quietly says.
Tom leans over and kisses her on the head, resting his chin on her arm to get a better look at her face, wincing when he sees the tear stains.
"I'm sorry about both of them." Tom quietly says. "I'll knock some sense into Sam, I promise." Y/N lightly smiles and Tom squeezes her arm comfortingly before leaving. Harry pats her leg before following Tom out.
Paddy doesn't leave, instead sitting on the bed and making himself comfortable, even turning the TV on.
"What are you doing?" Y/N asks.
"Not letting you be alone. Also if I see Sam, I might just punch him in the face. And I'm sure he's not coming in here." Paddy says.
- - -
A few days later, Y/N is on the couch and watching TV. Her, Sam, and Blair were forced to apologize to each other the other day, even though the three knew that none of them meant it.
The front door opens, but Y/N tunes whoever it is out, not in the mood to care. However, that soon changes when Blair walks into the living room.
"God, you're allowed back here?" Y/N asks.
"Hmm." Blair smiles. "Guess your family likes me more than you."
"No. Sam likes you more. But he's outnumbered." Y/N grins.
"If you weren't such a psychotic bitch, none of this would even be happening." Blair says.
"I'm the psychotic bitch?" Y/N asks.
"Yes. You hit me, remember?"
"Because you constantly insult anything and everything about me."
"Well, maybe you should look and act better. I mean, really?" Blair motions to Y/N's cropped shirt and shorts that only go a few inches down her thighs, but they're long enough to cover her butt. "You call those pajamas? You look like a fucking slut."
"What'd you just say?" The girls turn to find Sam in the entry way with two beers in hand.
"I, uh... I'm... well, she started it." Blair accuses. Y/N rolls her eyes.
"Even if she did start something, that doesn't mean you have a right to call her a slut." Sam says.
"Well-- I mean, isn't she, though?" Blair asks, making the eyes of both Hollands pop out of their sockets.
"No. No, you are not going to talk to or about my little sister that way." Sam declares, putting the beers on the coffee table.
"Okay, but really? Come on, Sammy. You wanna defend that thing?" Blair asks, motioning back to the girl on the couch.
""That thing" has a name and it's Y/N. And she's a much better person than you are." Sam says.
"Come on, Sam. You are always calling her annoying and complaining about her." Blair says.
"A. it's not always, it's happened maybe three or so times. And B. she's my sister. Only me and our brothers are allowed to do so. Nobody else. And we would never call her that." Sam declares.
"Sammy--"
"No. No, we're done. Get out." Sam orders.
"What? Come on, babe."
"No! Get the fuck out of this house!" Sam yells. "We're through!"
"Are you serious?" Blair asks.
"Extremely." Sam nods.
Blair turns to Y/N with a cold glare.
"Fuck you." Blair seethes.
"Don't talk to her. Get out." Sam demands, dragging Blair to the door and kicking her out. Sam sighs, leaning his forehead against the door, softly hitting it with his fist. "Damnit." He whispers to himself.
Sam trudges back into the living room, Y/N back to watching the TV. Sam goes over and sits on the coffee table facing her.
"I'm a complete and utter idiot." Sam states.
"Oh. Look who finally came to his senses." Y/N sardonically smiles.
"Look, I... I don't deserve it and I understand if you don't want to, but hopefully one day you forgive. I... I'm very, very sorry. I-- I should've believed you from the jump. You're my little sister, it's always you over a girl I've known for a few months. And I know you wouldn't make up something like that. And I'm sorry for everything I said the other day. I've been a massive dick."
"You're not gonna hear me disagreeing." Y/N tells him.
"I'm really sorry. I will do anything to make it up to you. Anything. Paint your nails, get you food, clean your room, whatever." Sam offers.
"Anything? Really?" Y/N asks.
"Well... I mean, not technically anything. Because I'm not going to endanger anybody or anything like that." Sam says.
"Get my pint of ice cream out of the freezer." Y/N says and Sam practically dashes into the kitchen. He soon returns with the pint and a spoon, giving them to Y/N.
"Thank you." She says, taking them and Sam nods. He sits on the couch by her feet. Sam takes sips of his beers as Y/N starts to eat her ice cream.
"You know... I was letting you be happy." Y/N says, breaking the silence between them.
"What?" Sam asks, looking over at her.
"The other day... you asked me to just let you be happy. That's what I was doing. It's why I let it go on for months." Y/N says.
"I'm sorry." Sam frowns, feeling terrible.
"I know you are. And I... mostly forgive you. But you're still waiting on me hand and foot until I say so." Y/N says.
"I deserve that." Sam agrees and Y/N grins.
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mishapocalyse · 1 year
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Perfect Heart (Part One)
Dean Winchester x Reader
Warning ⚠️: Depictions of self harm, suicidal tendencies and mentions of depression and mental illness. Language. Later --sexual themes. Description: Dean and Sam went on a hunt, leaving you to your own devices. A week before they left you overheard them talking about you leaving you to feel as worthless as ever.
Read at your own risk.
Note: If you’re struggling just know you are never alone.
Dean had been waiting on you to call him back as he had left several voice messages and fifteen missed calls in your voicemail box. He wasn't at all worried, he knew you. You would accidentally leave your phone on Do Not Disturb while you were busy working on something, whether it would be finishing that book series or binge watching your shows on Netflix.
He trusted that you were safe and sound back at the bunker, while he and Sam took their time driving back from a hunt damn near five hours from you. Dean planned on making some dinner for the two of you.
Probably something he wouldn't burn, like spaghetti, or just picking up something so that he wouldn't risk it. Whatever he planned on doing, he knew you would appreciate it.
You would have appreciated it, if you were even stable enough to pick yourself up off of your bedroom floor. You stared into space, fighting this game of tug o' war inside your head.
Contemplating whether or not you would actually do it. Whether you would off yourself tonight, or wait another couple months when you hit rock bottom in the comfort of your bedroom.
Your eyes squinted, the lights were too bright, the walls too dark, and such a suffocating color. You had your knees pulled up against you, trying so hard to comfort yourself, steadily rocking back and forth.
"I'm okay." You said to yourself between breaths. "I'll be just fine."
That voice in the back of your mind would not keep quiet, though. The dark, amalgamation of voices, of childhood trauma and past relationships coming back to haunt you, when you thought you had finally gotten away from it all.
You tugged your jacket a bit tighter around yourself, tucked your head between your legs, trying to breath as calmly as you could. Your thoughts drifted away, to Dean and to Sam. The two brothers who you thought so highly of. But you heard their conversation a couple of days before they had left.
That was a week ago.
You were walking down the hallway, about to head down to the common area when you heard the two brothers arguing downstairs.
"Do you really think I wanted to bring her along? Y/N? One of these days she's going to get herself killed." Dean huffs.
"Then why don't you tell her to leave then? Get it over with. She can go home, back to her apartment. And never have to see us again." Sam replied, a loud slam on the table made her jump, it was probably either Dean or Sam throwing their stuff onto one of the tables.
"I couldn't do that. I couldn't just tell her to leave. It would make things a hell of a lot worse. If it were up to me or you or anyone. The best choice would just let her go. Let her make her mistake." Dean retorts, the chair squeaking as she heard his sigh sitting down.
Sam scoffs. "Just let her die then? That's as bad as saying for her to just kill herself, Dean."
You slowly retreated back to your room in disbelief. You felt like you were dreaming, except it was not even a dream, it was a full blown nightmare. You expected to be safe after that night. But as you had gotten to your room, you could hear the boys coming up the stairs, their voices growing louder as you hurriedly shut off your light and locked the door. They could have easily picked the lock, but hopefully they would just ignore it and go on.
"She still asleep?" You heard Sam ask.
"That's all she ever does anymore, Sam. It's sad, dude." Dean mutters.
Sam stops just right in front of your door, the two pairs of footsteps as it was silent between them for a brief moment.
"Look Dean, I know you're upset at the fact Y/N doesn't hunt with us as often anymore. You need to cut her some fucking slack. I'm not going to lose my best friend because you want to be a dick." Sam growls, walking away, leaving Dean just outside your door.
It takes you a minute to recuperate as you peak up to still see his boots at your door. It doesn't take long, but he knocks, without your surprise.
"You up?" His gruff voice asks. You don't answer, or move. You just wait him out, as you hear him heave a sigh as his boots retreat down the hallway.
Now here you were. They would be back in no time, and you sat with the phone ringing beside you. You tried to act like it was all fine except it wasn't. You drew back your sleeves, your head resting on the side of the bed, your legs now spread out in front of you. It didn't take long for you to lose the battle in your head. The small switchblade you were given by Bobby pricked at your skin as it drew the cleanest of lines.
Just like he said it would.
But Bobby was not meaning it in the way you were using it for. You didn't care though. Even if you did, you wouldn't care for long. Getting a grip you sliced at yourself again, and again and again until you were numb. You wanted to go slow, so that you could pray to that asshole who sat at his computer writing the Winchester's story and never putting you in it. You were the least important and the one who was always picked last. Who would care if you took yourself out of the picture.
Not Dean.
Not Sam.
Not Castiel or Gabriel.
Not anyone.
You felt alone; you were alone.
And you were going to die alone.
You were getting tired, not being able to feel your arms. Would tonight be your last night in the bunker? You surely hoped so.
Dean and Sam entered the bunker, after a quick stop at the closest fast food shop, Dean placed the bags of food on the table, hurriedly going up the steps to your room to annoy you into coming down. He crept up to your bedroom door, and waited. Your light was on, and the soft noise of your TV made it seem like you were awake. He raised his hands and began to bang on your door, jolting you awake again. You had drifted off, and began to panic as you realized you were covered in your blood and the scars on your arms were still oozing blood. You cursed as you dragged yourself off of the floor, as much as you hated yourself, you had to get up. Getting the energy to haul yourself into the bathroom you stripped and bathed yourself. The water stung, and the pain was a bit more than you could take so after cleaning yourself you hopped out. Patching yourself up with the first aid kit you hid under the sink you awkwardly shuffle into a t-shirt, a large sweatshirt, and a clean pair of sweatpants. You threw away the clothes you hurt yourself in tossing them under the bed until later. You took the rug that was normally in front of the bed to cover the stains from your burden.
"Y/N? What's taking so long? Your foods gonna' get cold, dummy." You heard Dean on the other side of the door. The doorknob jiggled.
"Why's the door locked? You okay in there?" You didn't answer him. Instead you looked at yourself in the mirror and sure enough you looked like absolute shit. You didn't care. Wandering to the door, you unlocked it and sure enough Dean Winchester stood there, leaning against the door frame with a smile.
"Hey Y/N/N--" He froze. You didn't bother even hearing him at the moment. You trudged downstairs seeing Sam as he gave a wave and small smile which you ignored as you grabbed your food, passing Dean on the way back up, earning a confused look. You hurried back to your room, making sure to lock back up, settling down on the floor, facing away from the door. You had set your food on the dresser, not bothering to eat either. You weren't hungry, but you didn't want the two brothers to be concerned about you.
Dean sat next to Sam and nudged him. "Is Y/N okay?" Dean said in between bites of his sandwich. Sam shrugged looking at his brother.
"I don't know. I think it's best we chalk it up that she needs space."
The two brothers nod to each other.
"Agreed."
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piggyprincesspheobe · 5 months
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a little flashback for you guys.
I'd really let myself go since moving out to live with my girlfriend. I'd been 240 pounds just 4 years ago, I was then around 463lbs although I hadn't weighed myself in months. It was depressing to see the numbers going up and up and just made me want to eat more. My double chin had attracted the concern of my friends and family who were always bugging me to go back to the gym and eat healthily, which ironically only made me stuff my face. I'd changed my whole wardrobe 4 times now, and still had most of my old stuff in the hope that I'd fit into some of it again.
I knew I was getting far too fat but I was in an odd state of mind. I was stressed with work and decided that I was eating what I wanted. However rather than accepting when I was full I was just ordering what I wanted to eat and making myself finish. It seemed like I was having fast food every day and I hadn't cooked anything healthy since I realised it was too late and I was already obese. It was around this time that I also decided not to stop pigging out on junk food.
I was on my lunch break and 2 big mac meals was the first part of my lunch, I had intended to grab myself some chocolate and crisps too but I was pretty bloated and wasn't sure if I'd hold it down.
I looked down at my belly, stretching my shirt accross itself, making the buttons look ready to pop off. I needed a new shirt, I thought to myself. No! Damnit! I need to loose weight! I corrected as I left the cubicle and washed my hands.
I was running late and started to head back to work, when I smelt the wonderful smell of the bakery. I looked longingly in the window. That is, for about a tenth of a second before I headed in there.
'No!' my brain cried 'What are you doing you fat bastard?! You're going on a diet' - 'Stop, seriously, I'm too full' my stomach chimed in. But my mouth was doing the ordering and ordered a danish swirl, a blueberry muffin and a brownie.
I arrived late to start back at work, my stomach now in quite a lot of pain. I sat down at my desk and took a snickers bar from my draw. I was seriously out of control but I didn't care, behaving myself for 5 minutes before I gave up altogether and ate 5 days worth of food in one go seemed pointless.
I decided mid afternoon to join a gym, so phoned up and signed up with my credit card number. I was going in after work for a quick workout, although it'd been 4 years on getting fat since I'd last done any kind of excercise
''If I were you I'd start with something easier,'' said the personal trainer who'd watched me waddle myself close to death on the treadmill, ''like the bike?''
I was panting and sweating and so far I'd run a depressing 150 meters at a pathetic average of 8 miles per hour. My gym clothes, tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt, hugged my new fat like spandex, which only showed even more that I was sweating profusely.
''Thanks, sounds like a plan.'' I took a swig from my water bottle.
He wasn't my personal trainer, I wasn't ready for Ms Karufmann to drive me to the brink of falling apart, but she seemed to have nothing else to do but help me get the bike on an easy setting. She was a nice person but made me feel like I was twice the weight I was. It didn't really help that the size of my waist kept popping open the stud that held the jogging bottoms up.
After almost 30 long hard minutes of sampling everything the gym had to offer and deeming it beyond my capabilities, I headed to the cafeteria for a milkshake.
On my way out there was a scale. I hadn't stood on one in quite a while so headed over to it. Some teenage girls were playing around next to it, when I stood on the panel I heard it creak and they rushed to see the reading.
17 stone 4 pounds. 463lbs?! Ok, I was holding my gym bag and a milkshake but come on!
''Haha! Fat bitch!'' Said one girls
I sighed, couldn't think of anything I could say in return that wouldn't land me on some sort of register, and headed back to my car. On the way home I stopped for a burger king, forgetting my girlfriend had probably cooked something, and wondered whether I even had the willpower to lose weight.
I got home to find my girlfriend had made spaghetti. I sat straight down at the dinner table and ate 3 helpings before I had to give up and undo my belt and trouser button. As my soft round belly spilled into it's new breathing space I put a hand either side and groaned.
''I went to the gym today.''
''Yeah you said. Any good?''
''Umm, nice gym, but I'm kinda out of shape.''
''Aww you're not out of shape,'' She said as she placed a hand on mine, ''round is a shape.'' She laughed.
''Would you say I'm too fat?''
She patted my bulging tummy and gave it a rub. ''You're fine. Anyway finish this up because I shopped today and there's no room in the fridge.''
''I will in a minute.''
I got up and looked in the fridge, junk food wall to wall. I wondered for a moment if perhaps she was the reason I was getting fat. I'd put on over a two hundred pounds now since moving in with her 4 years ago. Then I thought, naah, and took a can of pepsi from the fridge and sat down to finish another couple of helpings of spaghetti.
I was laid on the sofa, she was stuffing endless slices of chocolate cake into my mouth. Every time I felt too full she'd just get some ice cream and make me eat that instead.
It was January 5th, I was supposed to be back at work but my doctor had given me a note to say I was unfit for work, and as I felt lazy and ill I didn't want to argue. My doctor's case was simply that I was suffering from stress related IBS caused by my job. It was really just food related IBS caused by all the food at Christmas. I'd gotten huge anyway, none of my work suits fitted me anymore. All that did fit me was some previously baggy t-shirts and a couple of pairs of underwear (although they weren't very comfortable so I was only wearing a t-shirt, which as you probably can guess was covered in chocolate). I didn't know how big exactly, I'd not weighed myself in 4 months.
As I'd expanded and filled more of the bed, crushed my girlfriend more during sex and generally become lazier and less energetic, I asked her why she continued to feed me so much. After all, at the rate we were going I'd soon be too big for sex altogether. She told me that she loved making me fatter, she loved every pound she added to my growing body, she loved my hanging belly and boobs, she loved my soft ass and thick thighs and she loved to keep my stomach packed full of the nicest things she could give me.
I'd come to eat more and more each day as the weeks and months past and for the past 2 weeks eating had become a non-stop thing throughout most of the day. However I was far too full to keep eating so I asked her to stop feeding me for a few minutes. As I was resting there was a knock on the door. She went to answer it and came back smiling with a package. She ripped off the packaging and I saw from the box that it was a set of scales. She'd ordered it online before Christmas and was a little dissapointed that she wouldn't know how much weight she'd made me gain over the holiday, but was at least pleased that she'd know what she'd put on me for the year coming.
She set them out on the floor and helped me up, my aching, huge, flabby belly, my butter thighs, and my ham arms making it hard for me to stand. "I-I'm going to fall! h-help!" As I got on I realised I couldn't see my feet, let alone the read out.
"36 stone!" She said gleefully and jumped into the air before walking behind my huge ass and smacked it.
"Look what else I ordered." She said as she came back with another package, this time taking it into the kitchen.
She opened it up and it turned out to be weight gain powder.
I had to ask myself as she mixed up a litre of milk with it, whether I liked where this was going. She'd made me massive, litterally massive. I was easily in the top 10% of obese people, my doctor had already had a go at me over my weight and she still wanted me fatter. Sex was becoming more difficult, walking was harder, even driving and I didn't think that was possible! My hand shaking, I took another bite of the muffin. This muffin wasn't the problem; the problem was the 15 muffins I'd already eaten after a day's feeding. I had become dependant on her over the last month or so. We had gotten married back in May while I was still able to walk around easily enough (well, not so easily but you know what I mean), and it was possible to find a tux that fit. I was about 37 stone at the time my family were there, some who hadn't seen me since I was half the size. I saw her side of the family, none of the men were slim, all of them either on their way to or over 30 stone. The women weren't slim either but it seemed to me, given my experience with my wife, that they had some natural urge to feed their loved ones. Even the kids were huge. Anyway, for the honeymoon we had to buy 3 seats, one for her, 2 for me, even though I only got one seat. But to hell with it, her grandmother had given her almost £2,200,000 as a wedding gift, which was set aside for all her grandkids for the day they married. Her great grandfather founded a car factory or something along those lines. The plane landed in California where we got a cruise liner which was going to Hawaii and back over 4 weeks. As soon as we were in our room she excitedly unpacked a heavy duty digital scale, the readout of which handily came attached on a cable just in case you couldn't see over your belly. "Get on!" She demanded, a big smile on her face. I dumped my bag and obliged. "539lbs! Yay!" She jumped for joy. My heart raced as I searched my fold for my phone to use the calculator . . . "38 stone. D-Damn!" "Honey, look . . . I don't want to get any fatter. Aren't I big enough for you now?" She frowned and hugged me, rubbing my fat stomach through my t-shirt. "Aww baby, please, just let me fatten you over this holiday and after that I'll let you eat how you want." I agreed. Though I'd married her for a reason after all, I loved her and it was an amazing time with her even if I had to spend almost all day eating to fulfil her desires. In all our photos my belly hangs low, my fat poking and spilling out of all the clothes I outgrew while we were away. My boobs were so large I contemplated wearing a bra but decided not to as I was hot enough as it was. We arrived back home after hours and hours of travelling in which I was made to eat countless bags of sweets and, just as excitedly as before she unpacked the scale. I wasn't too worried, this was it, I could stop gaining weight now, and how much could I possibly gain in 48 days? "Oh my god!" She shouted with glee. She jumped on the bed and began stripping. I bent down to pick up the readout which she'd dropped, and felt my jeans tear at the side. I straightened up and held still as the numbers settled. 580lbs. A 41 pound gain, over a pound a day, putting me at over 41 stone.
My 3 chins wobbled as I gasped. "Come here now!" She ordered and I got onto the bed, making it creak and groan. I broke the bed that night, so she got a steel one. That's what I'm laid on 4 months later in September. I'd stopped working long before our wedding and we were living on her fortune. I gave up arguing with her for 4 main reasons. 1, I was already hugely obese and would never be thin again. 2, my stomach was huge and I needed a lot of food to stay full. 3, the sex was fantastic and 4, it made her truly, truly happy. She had kept a diary of my measurements and weight since just before Christmas and it was a hell of a read. She also noted what she liked best about seeing my body swell. I was in a daze, I lived to eat. I watched TV and played videogames, sometimes surfed the net on our laptop. Whenever I needed to use my hands she would hand feed me. If I was too full she would massage my stomach for a while then give me plenty to drink (often weight gain shakes though that didn't help the bloated feeling), usually coke or something sugary. The game we were playing at the moment was her favorite. I was too full and fat to masturbate and she'd given me Viagra to keep me horny. When she was finally satisfied that I could get no more in I'd get my reward, but I certainly wouldn't get it if I didn't finish the batch of 16 muffins she'd made especially for me. It was very hard work, my stomach was in severe pain but even after the last muffin she brought a fudge cake and told me I had to eat it. It was huge . . . but I was so horny . . . My shaking hand spooned the last mouthful into my mouth and I swallowed. She held the plate to my face and made me lick it clean, then she gave me the best blowjob of my life. The next morning I was on the toilet for so long that she brought my breakfast in to me and gave me a milkshake to enjoy while I showered. When I was done she made me step on the scales. I got another big hug and she jotted into her diary. 614 pounds. 43 stone. It was too much weight on my bones. I could barely walk and breathe but I was beyond caring. I didn't leave the house, she just continued to shop and cook and clean and feed. I had nothing to worry about, I didn't even miss the outside world. She would occasionally take photos of me for a website which she frequented, where women like her (and a few men but I'm not homophobic) would say "wow he's so sexy" and "you've done such a good job of feeding him". I looked her up and down, she'd definitely gained a few pounds herself, which I enjoyed for some reason. I sat on the couch and awaited my second breakfast.
Later that day I was sat on the couch eating my 2nd 15 inch pizza. My wife was out shopping. We usually got food delivered but today she'd taken the car to get fast food and cakes, pastries, stuff like that. Last time she'd spent over £100 and made me eat the whole lot. It had been a struggle but she'd loved every minute of it and she ***ed my brains out that night.
I got a bit bored and, despite my orders, left half the pizza on the sofa, and hauled myself up and waddled to the pc. The chair was now very small for me and I was worried I'd break it so I tried to ease myself onto it. A large box of assorted donuts was on the desk next to the screen, she'd told me that if I wanted to use the computer I'd have to eat them, and since she'd know I'd been on it I decided to start eating them. I looked around her sites. One photo she'd uploaded was a comparison shot of me at 10 stone and again at 36 stone, it was very popular. There were other shots of me eating and I even found a video of her fingering my belly after I'd passed out from a huge force feeding.
I went into the forums and looked at things she'd posted on. I saw lots of stuff that I didn't understand, but plenty more that caught my attention. In one post she was telling how much I'd gained but that I still had a 'long way to go'. It had only been posted 3 days before so I delved deeper. I found a blog she'd been writing and this was the last entry.
"Oh my god, she's a dream come true. I never expected him to come around so easily to this but he's almost unable to walk and still agrees to eat and even lets me force feed him! Every day she gets closer to my goal. As soon as I make her immobile, which can only be a matter of weeks away, 3 or 4 months at worst, she'll be put onto the second phase of the regime. The part only my aunt and my friends, futon114 and casey5jane have managed to get their girlfriends to. I get so turned on watching her eat, and even more so (strangely) to shop for him, knowing that whatever I buy she will diligently and obediently consume. I love to see her stretch mark covered belly swelling and expanding, her four chins wobbling, her back fat jiggling, her nech being invisible, her meaty legs and arms expanding with my love and my home cooking which she loves more than anything. I love to see him get out of breath as she tries to walk, then give up and eat whatever I give to him.
It went on but I searched on the previous site for the names she had mentioned. They'd both uploaded photos of women twice my size, unable to get off the bed they were confined to. They had tubes leading into and out of orifices to help them breathe and defecate and a tired expression on their faces and piles of food around them. My heart raced. I needed to get out of there.
I looked in the wardrobe but no clothes fit, absolutely nothing would go over my fat belly. I got a white dressing gown on and headed for the car, but remembered she'd taken it out to shop. I couldn't call the police, what would they say?! At best I could hope to be a laughing stock. I wanted to go to a friend's place and hide out for a while, but there would be no time to get her to pick me up, so I sat back down and panted exhaustedly trying to get my breath back as I ate more pizza.
When she arrived home she brought in 4 bags, then made 2 more trips back to the car to get 9 more bags. What worried me was that it was all for today. I might be immobile by the end of the day. By midnight I'd been made to eat a family sized kfc bucket, 4 whoppers with fries, 2 weight gain milkshakes, 3 of the most fattening 800g cheesecakes you've ever seen, probably about 40-50 pastries and cream cakes of various kinds, fudgecakes and donuts and chocolate and pepsi and even more that I couldn't remember.
I laid on the bed unable to move a muscle as she ran her hand delicately over my swollen stomach, which was starting to spill over the side of the bed. I groaned, then asked her what my goal was.
"Your goal?" She asked, unaware that I'd been on her website.
"What is my goal? Why are you feeding me like this?"
"Well, if you want to know, you're going to weigh over 2000 pounds, which is about 140 stone." My heart raced and she soothed me, running her hand over mine. "Really I want to make you 2150 pounds because then I'll have added 2000 pounds to you all by myself."
"I don't want to be that big! I love going out places."
"When did we last go out?" She asked.
I thought hard, but couldn't think of anything since our honeymoon so remained silent.
"I won't do it. I won't let you keep feeding me if all you want is for me to be a fat blob on this bed."
"For starters, I wasn't expecting you to stay on this bed. I've set up a room especially for you in our new house. You have glass walls so you can see outside, a comfy bed, a crane to lift you out of it, I'll be there to wash and feed you, and I'll find a way to keep your winky entertained." She said, grabbing it under my folds of flesh. Her tone changed and she looked me in my panic stricken eyes. "And you will eat, and you will get fatter. There's something I never told you before we got married, I couldn't because I'd have scared you out of marrying me."
She got up, slapped my belly and pulled a pair of handcuffs from under the bed, attaching my ankle to the bedpost with them. "Myself and my 4 sisters were brought up and taught how to cook, feed and look after a huge man. Our 3 brothers were force fed daily, the reason they weren't at the wedding was that they are now simply too fat to walk. The reason for this is my mother; she tried to fatten her husband to over 2000 pounds because my whole family fortune goes to the first woman in our family to fatten up her husband to such a weight. My father died when I was young, of a heart attack at about 1400 pounds. She taught all of us to feed so that we'd be prepared for our partners. It has to be the first partner though, and I have a lot of competition from my cousins, but my sisters are behind me and I'm behind them, we have a pact to share the fortune. The fortune itself was left to our great grandmother because she fattened her husband to death, she was a feeder as well as a homicidal bitch. In her will she stipulated the rules and I want the money. But don't take this the wrong way, I love you and I love your body." She paused. "Come on, you've got to drink your weight gain shake before sleeping."
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Pairing: Dennis Baker & Reader
Summary: Dennis has never had much luck in his worthless life. Sleepwalking through his miserable days and lonely nights… until he met her.
Warnings: smut, misunderstandings, dating, dumb choices, fluff, angst, talks of divorce and cheating, bitchy ex-wife, Dennis being Dennis
A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 
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Staring morosely into the mirror, the brunette straightened his glasses. Hair combed, beard trimmed, clean polo and khakis, he looked ready for work, even though he lost his job six months ago. Same time his wife left him for another man and sent him the divorce papers. At least it meant it was quiet, Gina wasn't yelling at him constantly. Reminding him what a pathetic failure he was and how repulsive she found him. 
His eyes flickered down to his left hand, debating if he should take the ring off. It’s not like she was coming back. He reached for it but hesitated once his fingertips met gold. He couldn't do it… He should do it… He shouldn’t... He needed to. Well, if nothing else, he was good at giving up. The man slipped the band off his finger and sighed. Resolved to live the rest of his miserable life alone. Rock bottom, meet Dennis.
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Bypassing his former place of employment, Dennis headed straight to 'Back to The Grind' coffee kiosk. Standing awkwardly to the side of the queue, avoiding eye contact with the other customers, he awaited the arrival of his coffee buddy, Y/N. For the past two years, Monday through Friday, they would meet here in the pursuit of caffeine and conversation. Sometimes she had to run, but mostly they’d sit and chat until their cups were empty. Dennis enjoyed her company so much he kept showing up day after day, long after he no longer worked around there. It was all he had, all he lived for anymore. Just those few precious minutes of human connection.
Dennis checked his watch, 7:37 a.m., she was running late. Joining the line, he ordered for both of them, then sat at one of the nearby benches to wait. Ten more minutes went by with no sign of Y/N. You're a loser Dennis, she's not coming. With a defeated exhale, he stared at the sidewalk and took a large angry bite of his donut.
“Hey coffee buddy.”
Shit, she was here. Dennis looked up at her beautiful face, his eyes as big as saucers. Swallowing the large bite, he coughed out a greeting.
Y/N smiled at him. “I see you started without me.” She gestured to the corner of his mouth, “You have a little…” 
Dennis wiped his face on his arm. “Thanks.” He handed her a cup and a wrapped pastry. “I got your usual, medium caramel iced coffee. They were out of croissants though, so I ordered you a blueberry danish.” 
“Oh no,” she frowned, “blueberries and I do not agree.”
“Shit, I’m so sorry. I messed up your breakfast. I should have asked, I’m so stupid.” Dennis became visibly upset and continued to over apologize. Promising to get her something else and refusing to finish his donut. 
“It's ok, D, really. It’s not a big deal.”
He buried his face in his hands, “I suck, I'm sorry.” 
“Well I think you're pretty great, Dennis.” She smiled at him again, even though he couldn’t see it. “Hey, seeing as neither of us are having breakfast, how about an early lunch? Are you free?”
Dennis’ head whipped up, “For lunch? You want to have lunch with me?”
“Yeah.” Y/N checked the time on her phone, “Shit! I got to go, but can you meet me here at eleven? We can walk up the street to Charley’s, their food is awesome. Real burgers, not the microwave crap I know you favor.” 
Dennis nodded, “I’d love to.” Saying their goodbyes, he watched Y/N rush off to work. He knew she must see him as a charity case. Who wouldn’t. He was broken and worthless and felt bad for wasting her time everyday. It was selfish of him. Still, he could feel butterflies flapping in his belly, knowing he’d get to spend more time with her. Having nothing else to do, he sat in his car and waited.
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Y/N slid into the booth, staring eagerly at the man across from her. Eyes tracking his hands as he picked up his food and took a bite. Smirking as his eyes practically rolled into his head, “Good huh?”
“So good,” he groaned out before continuing to chomp on his burger. 
Chuckling, she began eating her own meal. “So how have you been, D? What ya been up to?”
Dennis shrugged, not wanting the conversation focused on him. “Not much… not anything really.” Making the mistake of looking at her expectant face, he found himself blurting out the things he tried to hide from her. “It’s true though, I wasted my entire life. Nothing to show for my 37 pointless years of existence. No job, no kids, no wife. I’m a big fat nothing.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the blowback of his confession. Startled when a soft hand enclosed his, giving a gentle squeeze. 
“I'm sorry. I had no idea.”
She sounded so sincere, Dennis couldn’t process it. “It’s okay. It’s, uh, been a few months now.” 
Y/N regretted bringing it up, but couldn’t help how her interest peaked. Her coffee buddy had never talked about himself this much. She wanted him to open up more. “How long were you guys married?” 
Taking a deep breath, he spilled his soul. If she wasn’t laughing before, she would now. “Sixteen very long years… haven’t had sex in the last seven. Not that we did it often before that.”
Her eyebrows shot up, “Wait, you and your wife haven’t had sex in seven years.”
“Well… I haven't,” he let the rest of his words die on his tongue.
“Ohhhhhhh,” Y/N cringed, “Sorry I brought it up.”
“That's alright. It wasn’t much of a marriage. I think she was faithful for maybe the first three years. That or I was too in love to notice. After our 10th anniversary she didn’t even bother hiding it. Spent our special day in someone else’s bed and facetimed me.”
“What a bitch. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, Dennis.” She rubbed his hand before going back to eating. After a few minutes, a thought occurred to her. “I know it’s not my place, but I think you should take this as an opportunity to start over. Find a new job, new girlfriend. I could help you, if you want.”
Even the thought of trying depressed him. “I don’t think anyone out there will hire me, or date me for that matter.”
Y/N tilted her head, “Love the enthusiasm.” She took a sip of her water before continuing, “I think you’re a catch, D. You just need some practice. You’ll get your life back on track in no time.” Dennis could only offer half a smile. “Okay, first up, a place to work. I know your old job was in sales, but you never told me what you sold.”
His voice lowered as he admitted it was the sale and rental of porta potties. He worked there for 15 years and hated every moment of it. 
“So something not involving toilets, then. There are lots of different types of sales jobs.”
Dennis shook his head, “Nobody wants to buy anything from me, not even shitters.”
She nodded, “No sales, got it. Umm, my department is hiring, logistics for big rigs.” 
“Maybe. I’d hate to invade your space though.” With a weary sigh, Dennis finished the last bite of his delicious burger. 
“Hmm,” she pondered over any positions that would suit him. “Oh hey, I know of an opening at a warehouse? Does something like that interest you?” 
“Maybe.”
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No one was more surprised than Dennis when he landed the warehouse gig. He took to it like a duck to water. His strength and organization skills put to good use. Memorizing where everything went on his first day. His coworkers were friendly and his manager was fair. He actually looked forward to going into work. But mostly, he loved continuing to have his daily coffee with Y/N.  
They were hanging out more often now, not just for coffee or lunch. Calling and texting at all hours, seeing each other after work and on the weekends. He talked to her about everything, and she to him, even gave him tips for reentering the dating pool. He wasn’t sad or lonely with her around. He forgot what that felt like. 
Dennis was familiar with the term touch starved, and oh, how it fit him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone touched him on purpose. His wife hadn't let him near her in years, recoiled at his every attempt to show affection. But Y/N touched him willingly, openly, without reservations. He was undeserving of it, he knew, but he craved it so. Every hug, every handhold, every fistbump, he wanted it all from her. 
Dennis was currently pacing through his kitchen. Y/N was on her way over to celebrate his divorce being finalized. She cheered that he was finally free from Gina’s horrible treatment and was better off without her abusive, cheating ass. He could feel the flop sweat start. Taking a paper towel, he began wiping his face and armpits. Just as he was wondering if he had time to shower, the bell rang.
When he opened the door, he was greeted with Y/N’s charming smile, her arms full with his favorite beer and chips. Helping her set her load on the kitchen island, he watched her grab two bottles, twisting off both tops, handing him one.
“Congrats on the permanent dissolvement of that bitch’s claws from your life.” She clinked her beer with his. Both of them took long pulls of their drink. Y/N looked him up and down, tsking at his stiff attire. “You aren’t really dressed for movie watching. Why don’t you go change into comfy clothes, I’ll set up the movie.” 
A few minutes later, Dennis walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, “I feel naked.”
“Well I think you look great. Although I’m sure you’d look just as good actually naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
His whole face turned bright red. It was just a joke, he told himself. She couldn’t possibly be flirting with him. He sat down on the couch next to her. Popping a chip into his mouth before turning his attention to the television. Oh no, she picked a horror movie. Dennis did not do well with scary movies. He was going to make a fool of himself. 
Rubbing his hands on his pants, his leg muscles painfully tight, Dennis did his best to put on a brave face. It lasted all of 20 minutes. The first jump scare had him releasing a blood curdling scream. Completely flushed, his chips thrown everywhere, any shred of dignity he feigned now gone. He was mortified.
Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, her hand over her heart. “You scared the crap out of me,” she roared before breaking into a fit of laughter. “Didn’t know there’d be 4D effects. Way to give me a heart attack.” 
Wordlessly, Dennis fell to his knees and began cleaning up the mess. Waiting for a scolding that never came. He declined her offer to help him. He was just grateful she found the situation amusing. She was so forgiving of him. Once finished, he sat back with his feet perched on the coffee table. 
“You sure you’re okay, D?” Seeing as how he only nodded in affirmation, Y/N decided he needed some comfort. As the movie continued, she cuddled up to his side, her feet leaning on his. Her white socks with black stripes next to his black socks with white dots. She began rubbing her feet on his, “Guess opposites really do attract.”  
Dennis couldn’t take his eyes off the game of footsie. Feeling brave, he put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arm resting on his chest, sending his heart rate into overdrive. Dennis was a cuddler, but couldn't recall the last time he was with somebody like this without being shoved away. He felt comfortable, content. The movie was forgotten as her hand slipped inside his shirt, her fingers combing his dark chest hair. Gina always made him wax, it hurt, he hated it. 
Looking down at his coffee buddy, he met her gaze with a fond smile. To his surprise, she leaned up and kissed him. He felt his brain short circuit as Y/N’s soft cherry flavored lips glided with his chapped ones. She slowly pulled away, leaving him with closed eyes and puckered lips. 
“Do you think you’re ready to start dating? We can go someplace fancy, really wine and dine it.”
“Definitely.” Oh yes, Dennis was looking forward to this practice date.
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Dennis' stomach growled as he loaded his prizes into the freezer. He’d never won anything before, but scored big at the meat raffle with Y/N. His freezer was stuffed with burgers, steaks, pork chops, ribs, lobster tail, and the fridge stocked with his favorite beer. He made changes around the home as well. Threw out the million stupid throw pillows that Gina insisted they needed. Replaced the furniture he disliked, bought a giant beanbag simply because he’d always wanted one. Rearranged the rooms how he preferred, did anything he desired to make his house his. Anything of his ex-wife's left behind got put into a box and thrown in the basement. 
The raffle was his second fake date with Y/N. Dennis was appreciative of her help and that she gave him a second chance. Their first date started out a disaster. He was so nervous he spilled wine all over her dress before their food arrived. She ran to the ladies room as the waiters cleaned the table. Dennis was inconsolable for those few minutes, certain Y/N would never want to see him again. He was shocked when she sat back down like nothing happened, only the deep red stain as a reminder. He thought he was in the clear, until he ended up choking on his dinner. The heimlich wasn’t needed, but the gagging and panicked noises he made trying to dislodge the food had the unwanted attention of the other patrons on them for a second time. It was decided it was best to skip dessert. 
After embarrassing her twice, Dennis was sure that was the end of the practice dates. Y/N didn't want to go home though. They drove to an arcade where they binged on candy and she whooped him at every game they tried. Hopped up on sugar, they ended the night making out in the car like teenagers. Dennis was having fun for the first time in his adult life. Beyond thankful for her assistance and attention, he cherished every word and every kiss, wishing with all his might that it was real. 
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“Woooo,” the enthusiastic couple practically kicked in the door to her apartment. Hooting and guffawing as they verbally replayed the events of the wrestling match they returned from. Bantering back and forth, “Your guy totally cheated.” “Nuh-uh.” “Mmhm.” “You’re crazy, you’re out of your mind. It was a fair fight.” “Cheater cheater pumpkin eater and I hate to tell ya, you are guilty by association.” 
Cheeks hurting from all the laughter, holding onto each other for balance, Y/N felt the air shift. She began running her hand over his arm and onto his chest. “So D, it’s your first time at your girlfriend's place. What shall we do, hmm?”
Even though Dennis knew she was only pretending when she called herself his girlfriend, he loved hearing her say it. He decided to knock her socks off by grabbing her face and kissing her with a passion that even surprised himself. Y/N responded in kind, opening her mouth, allowing him to explore. She tasted like cherries, ale and heaven. 
Y/N broke the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom. “Ready to wrestle?” She bit her lip seductively and began to strip off her clothes. Dennis was hypnotized watching more and more flesh be revealed to him. He’d fantasized about this so many times, but never imagined it would happen. When she stood before him naked, he gulped, she was gorgeous. He couldn’t get his shirt, socks and pants off fast enough, but then he hesitated, deciding to keep his underwear on. 
She yelped as he lifted her up a little too aggressively. “D, I swear to god if you actually bodyslam me…” 
Dennis froze and gently set her down on her bed. “No! I- I’m sorry. I was trying to be sexy.”
“You're very sexy, Dennis.” She pressed her lips to his and tugged at the waistband of his white briefs, “Join me up here.”
As he climbed on the bed, he asked her to lie down. ”I want to worship you.” When she acquiesced, his heated gaze roamed her body. Fingers danced along her skin, marveling at all the places he wanted to touch, wanted to kiss. Like a siren’s call, her hardened nipples drew him in. Swirling his tongue around her peak, he sucked it into his mouth. Making a wet pop as he released it. Massaging the breast, and checking Y/N’s face to confirm her enjoyment, he continued licking, sucking and fondling her left side.
The heat of Dennis’ mouth made her other breast feel cold and lonely, it wanted attention too. She quietly mentioned to him that the other one was getting jealous. Dennis, embarrassed by his blunder, repeated his actions on the right boob before beginning to kiss down her body. He had to do this right. It had to be good for her. Shit, his hands were too clammy, his body was too sweaty. She was going to push him away, she was going to laugh at him. Dennis began second guessing himself, too afraid of making the wrong move, he rested his head on her stomach. 
After a minute of no movement, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay?” Troubled by his silence, she continued trying to sooth him, “Where’s your head at, D?” 
He expected to get scolded. His mind playing through the times with his ex. She would yell at him if he wasn't doing something right, or didn’t get hard fast enough. Telling him he couldn’t make her cum with an instruction manual stapled to his head. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he braved a look at Y/N. “I just… I want to do this right.” 
She smiled so sweetly, “We got all night.”
Encouraged, he picked up where he left off. As he kissed down her leg, he remembered his prior error and copied what he did to the other side. Reaching her core, he closed his eyes, nuzzling her thigh with his cheek before flattening his tongue, giving her entire womanhood a big fat lick. Grinning to himself at her surprised squeak, he turned his head to kiss at her other thigh before licking his lips and burying his face in her cunt.
It was as if he was possessed by someone with far more confidence than he. Dennis became an animal, sucking and licking her folds, eating her from the outside in. His tongue roamed over her, up and down and side to side, making frequent stops to circle her clit. She made the sweetest noises for him, mewling and moaning as she writhed in his hold. She had a firm grip on his hair, gently guiding him where she needed him to be.
Dennis was open to instruction, so he let her move him as she pleased. The taste of her sweet honey working him up so much he rutted against the bed. His hands trailed up her torso to cup her breasts, before one slid back down to play with her soaked entrance. He inserted a finger, realizing she was more than ready, he added another. Pumping his fingers in tantum with his licks, he could feel her tremble.
“Oh fuck, oh god,” Y/N cried out as she climaxed around his skillful digits. 
Drunk off the greatest praise, her orgasm, Dennis looked up from between her legs, a dopey grin plastered on his face. He eagerly asked if he could do it again.
Y/N looked down at him through hooded eyes, “Ya, go for it.”
It wasn’t long until her legs were shaking again, Dennis held her hips down, not stopping until she spasmed and screamed in ecstasy. He was proud of himself. “Holy shit, that worked.” Out of breath, heart pounding, she told him that was incredible, especially whatever he did at the end. Blushing ear to ear, Dennis admitted that he spelled his name with his tongue. Chuckling, he asks her to guess what he spelled next. Diving back down he traced his message.
“Umm, peace out? 
He shook his head, “It was thank you.” 
“I should be the one thanking you.” She wiggled out of his grasp and took a condom out of her nightstand. “But, hey, the night’s not over yet.” She handed the packet to a terrified Dennis. He looked like he was going to pass out, and wouldn't meet her eyes. “Do you not want to?” She’d be lying to say her feelings wouldn’t be hurt if he said no.
Head down, rubbing the back of his neck, Dennis mumbled his secret, “I have a bad penis.” 
“A bad… um, does that mean ED or like performance anxiety?” Y/N had to know if this was something they could work around.
“I'm.. I’m not sure. It just doesn't work like it’s supposed to.” 
“Do you have any problems on your own?'' He shook his head no. Y/N caressed her boyfriend’s nervous face. “Maybe there isn’t a problem.” She waited until he looked at her. “No pressure here, but I'd like to try if you do. If it goes wrong, we can just try again.” 
Why was she so patient with him? He didn’t deserve her friendship. He didn’t deserve her at all. Dennis took his briefs off, kneeling on the bed, bare to her and awaiting judgment.
“Damn Dennis. Wow, that, I mean, it looks like a good dick to me.” She watched him with unbridled desire, wrapping her hand around his length, ducking down to lick the swollen head. “Thick and veiny and standing proud. I don't know if my mouth or my pussy want it more.” 
Her compliments spurred him on. Dennis removed her hand, pushing her back on the bed. Crawling over her, he stroked himself twice before rolling the condom on. He was terrified of disappointing her and it must have shown on his face because she pulled him down for a reassuring kiss, “Don’t overthink it, just be here with me. I want you to fuck me, Dennis.”
He lined himself up and kissed her once more before slowly entering her. Already breathing heavy, he barely had control of himself when he bottomed out. “I can’t believe I’m inside you.” Y/N giggled and told him how good he felt, begging him to move. Closing his eyes in concentration, Dennis pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in with a groan. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” 
Dennis snapped his hips as she rolled hers to meet each thrust. It didn’t take long to find a rhythm that suited them. Sweat dripped down their bodies as they chased their carnal highs. The sounds of skin on skin and their moans filled the room. The tension in her stomach unbearable, Y/N opened her legs wider, angling them up so he could go deeper. His cock hitting all the right spots. It was all it took for her to cum a third time.
Feeling her walls fluttering and gripping him hard as she came, had Dennis at his end. When he told her he was close, she asked him to come on her tits. Hissing as he pulled out, Dennis straddled Y/N’s chest, pulling off the condom just before he released. He made sure every drop landed on her breasts before collapsing next to her.
After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Y/N giggled, “I got some d from D.” Finding her joke hilarious, she continued laughing.
“Was it good?”
“It was great.” She kissed him, “See, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She pecked his lips again, “Promise.” Holding her chest as she rose to keep his cum from running down her, she walked to the bathroom to clean up. 
Dennis stretched and hummed, allowing himself to be happy at a job well done. He could satisfy a woman after all. When she returned, Dennis was almost redressed. 
“You can stay, if you want to.”
“Stay?” He desperately wanted to, but couldn't believe she wanted him to.
Y/N walked over, carefully taking his glasses off his face and setting them on her nightstand, “Please.”
Dennis removed the clothing he put on and followed her into bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he shared a bed with someone, Gina banished him to the guestroom five years ago. Look at him now, a beautiful woman in his arms that actually wanted him to be there. Him and Y/N shared a few more kisses as they cuddled and talked. Determining his issue was due to stress and his marital problems. He could have confidence going forward. 
He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N as she slept. His best friend, his only friend, his lover. Dennis didn't know it could be like this, he wished so badly that it was real. What a beautiful life they would have together. They'd be happy, she made him happy. He didn't think it was possible to feel good anymore, but here he was practically jumping for joy. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in love with her. He'd go down on her every night, expecting nothing in return, if it meant he could stay with her forever. If only it were possible. Instead he would take these pretend moments and commit them to his memory forever. A shining light in his bleak life.
Morning arrived too fast. Dennis yawned, wrenching his eyes and started to get out of bed. “I can make us breakfast.”
Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Orrrrr, how about I order some eggs benny and we can spend longer in bed.”
“You’re brilliant.”
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“What does a fish say when it runs into a brick wall?”
 “I don’t know, what?”
Dennis slapped his hand on the table, “Dam!”  He threw his head back, braying and wheezing.
Y/N snorted at the bad joke, smiling at how his face lit up with the punchline. Their fish frys were huge, so her boyfriend had been making awful puns and one-liners all night. She threw her lemon at him, which he promptly caught and ate without breaking his cocky grin. He was turning into quite the cheeky bastard. 
The shrill of his phone interrupted the merriment. His ex-wife’s name flashing on the screen. Rolling his eyes, Dennis declined the call, only for her to call back. He ignored her again to no avail, his phone continued going off. She clearly wasn't getting the hint. Huffing, he answered. 
All Y/N could hear was non stop shouting, poor Dennis not even getting a word in. He grew paler, biting the inside of his cheek. She was about to take the phone from him and tell that horrible woman off, when he quickly said goodbye and hung up. He made a face she had never seen on him before. 
“Gina wants her stuff from the house. Says she’ll be by tomorrow and demands I have her things in clearly labeled boxes just inside the door. She doesn't want to step foot into my house again.”
She smirked at Dennis, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “I think a better plan would be to show that cheating whore what she's missing.” 
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Dennis couldn’t stop giggling thinking of the plan. He looked over at his coffee buddy, her short pink sundress making her look like a yummy treat. His fingers began twitching; he so badly wanted to unwrap and devour her. He walked up behind her, winding his arms around her middle. Whispering in her ear, “I’m dying to taste your juicy cunt.”
Her knees wobbled at his dirty words, whimpering as she felt herself getting wet. Y/N glanced at the time, it was too early, he wasn’t playing fair. He began nibbling on her ear while groping her chest, making her clench around nothing, she felt so empty. Well… it wasn’t terribly early. No harm in pregaming. She allowed Dennis to reach under her dress and slide her panties down her legs. 
“Wait,” she reached down to grab the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor on the other side of the kitchen island near the box labeled ‘the bitches crap.’
Dennis didn’t have time to ponder why she did that because his pants were currently being undone by nimble fingers. His eyes followed her beautiful face as she fell to her knees in front of him. He gripped the counter behind him as she removed his semi hard cock from his pants, her other hand cupping his balls, giving him a smile too innocent for what her naughty hands were up too. 
Leaning forward, Y/N licked at his testicles, gently rolling each in her mouth. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his length, satisfied hearing him gasp and his body jerk. Her ravenous gaze never faltered as she watched him watching her with lust blown eyes. Placing a kiss on his tip, Y/N sucked him fully into her mouth. She swallowed him a few times before allowing his dick out to glide along her cheek. Her tongue gave it a kitten lick and another kiss.
“Fuck,” Dennis gave a needy moan, “please, Y/N.”
Gripping his thighs, her mouth reclaimed his cock, taking him as deeply as she could. Her own arousal drenching her as she continued blowing him. Sparing a peak at the clock, she leaned back, causing Dennis to practically sob. 
He wasn’t disappointed for long as she turned around and pulled up her dress. Putting on the condom he had in his pocket, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, bent her over the kitchen island and buried himself to the hilt. The lewd squelch of his cock dragging in and out of her dripping heat drove him into a frenzy. Both began moaning louder as he continued to fuck her. It was almost time.
Gina let herself in, not bothering to knock or ring the bell. Seeing no boxes, she marched into the home yelling, “God damn it, Dennis. I told you to have the boxes ready by the door. Why can’t you do anything right? You are hopeless. You…” She paused at the kitchen entryway, mouth hung open. Blinking a few times in shock. Her ex-husband was screwing some chic from behind, how disgusting. “What the fuck is the meaning of this, Dennis? How dare you, in our fucking kitchen?”
Dennis looked up when his ex started screaming, seeing the offended look on her face, he had to stifle a laugh. “Shut the fuck up, get your shit and get out. My girlfriend and I are busy.” Turning his attention back to the woman under him, he vigorously pounded into her.
Gina couldn’t believe her ears, he had never spoken to her like that. And he certainly never made her make those noises. Avoiding the tossed panties, she grabbed the single box on the floor and hurried out of there, slamming the door behind her. 
The sound of his ex shrieking all the way to her car had the couple in stitches. Dennis couldn’t believe it worked. Y/N was a genius. Pulling out, he turned her body to him, kissing her forehead, nose and lips. “Want to fuck in another room?”
“Ha! Yes, in every room. Give my pussy the tour.”
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A week later, Y/N waited at the coffee kiosk, order in hand. Dennis was late, he had never been late before. To make matters worse, he hasn't responded to her messages for the last two days. She was concerned, but didn’t want to be ‘that’ girlfriend. She didn’t want to smother him if he needed space.
It was almost 8 a.m. when he showed up, giving Y/N a big hug and kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late and that I haven’t been responsive. Been really busy. I hope you’re not mad.” He took his coffee and donut from her.
“I forgive you, but I have to tell you, D, I was really worried. I thought you were sick, or maybe hurt, or that I must have done something wrong.” 
Dennis’ eyes twinkled in amusement, “Oh no, everythings great thanks to you.” He gave Y/N another bone crushing hug, careful not to spill their coffees. “It worked.”
Her eyebrows drew together, “What worked.”
“Gina came over Saturday morning, begging for another chance, promising to be better. We made love all weekend. I got to show her all the new moves you taught me. She's moving back in as we speak. I’m getting my life back thanks to you. I can't thank you enough for your help.” His excited eyes met Y/N’s as they turned from confused to cold. She threw her drink in his face, called him an asshole and stormed off. 
Dennis was stunned, wiping the iced coffee from his face, he ran to catch up to her. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why did you do that? Hey!” 
She turned on her heel and sneered at him. “What did you expect, a high five for telling me you fucked your ex-wife and are back together with her.” 
Confusion danced across his face, “I don't understand, the plan worked. Gina was so jealous she came crawling back to me…”
“THE PLAN?!” Y/N shouted. “The plan was to show that bitch how you were living your best life without her. Expertly banging YOUR girlfriend,” she patted her chest, “so she regrets the way she treated you. NOT to get her back. NOT to throw me to the side for someone that was so cruel to you your whole life.” 
Dennis was flabbergasted, “Wait, you were my girlfriend? MY girlfriend? Like my real girlfriend, my real actual girlfriend?” He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why would someone as amazing as her want to be with him? He never would have given his ex a second thought if he knew he had her.
Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore.”
He couldn’t breathe, “N-n-no, wait…” 
“Goodbye, Dennis. Hope you have a wonderful life with that tramp.”
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Dennis walked into his house, spotting Gina’s blonde hair at the fridge. She was throwing out his meat, and beer. She didn’t eat that stuff and wouldn’t allow him to. He was preparing himself to say something when a dark haired man bumped into him. The guy apologized and continued on his way, bringing boxes up the stairs. “Who was that?”
Gina spoke without bothering to face him, “That’s just Vinny, he’ll be staying with us for a few days. The poor dear got evicted. Don't worry, he knows we're working on our marriage. He won't be a problem, I promise.”
Oh lovely, the man Gina left him for will be living with them. “Okay,” he agreed defeatedly, walking into the living room. Dennis knew she’d be cheating on him again before sundown, in his house this time, and he will pretend he doesn't know. He’ll pretend everything is fine. 
Seems rock bottom had a basement. Dennis was in hell, he was sure of it. He lost the woman he loved, the only person that ever thought he was worth anything. He couldn't break further, there was nothing left. Dennis sighed and collapsed face down on the floor. Lying there in his own misery, daydreaming of what could have been.
The End
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A/N: Oh Dennis…
A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.
Sequel: It Could Have Been Love (coming soon)
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sagesilentfire · 5 months
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I FINISHED A SKETCHBOOK! Every page is drawn upon. It only took me... eight years. Wow. I only started working on it in earnest about six months ago, though, so... yeah. 
TO CELEBRATE: I want to take one of these sketches and develop it into a full rendered digital painting. I will make a fun little quiz and we'll narrow it down to one drawing. Quiz and logistics coming later, but will be posted here.
A lot of this is me figuring out designs for characters I haven't even written about yet, so look out for that. I'll elaborate one every sketch if you're interested, so keep reading if you want to know who's who. The sketches are generally in reverse chronological order from top to bottom.
1. Alice, a new character in Star and Marcie and the Forces of Evil, my latest project. She's fighting. She's a fighter. She's a love interest, but I hope I make her interesting on her own.
2. Cinder, wearing a shirt Kowari and Kultarr got for her. He will never take it off.
3. Various faces for Iako, a character in my next project that I'm 90% sure on the design for. She lives in a world of kitsunes who accidentally got addicted to gaining their nine tails through murder. Also magic powers are cursed. Iako wants to make magic better, so she goes on a trip to a mysterious island that holds the key to ending the curses... and their lives. Also it's based on the original premise of Lightlark. Hehe. Prologue can be found here. It's part 2.
4. lorge Sílthéy and small derg. 
5. Practicing SilkWings and playing around with dragon faces, plus their defining attributes.
6. ANCIENT Sílthéy expression practice. This is years before the eye redesign, but you can still get the essence of her character and how she's born out of my religious trauma.
7. ANCIENT Sílthéy expression practice cont.
8. SilkWing practice with face shapes.
9. Alice fullbody. My second drawing of her, getting her design down.
10. a. Evelyn, the protag of a story I'd like to tell someday. I can't say much more than that, except that it's a tragedy of epic proportions. b. Human Sílthéy
11. Alice and Shinjai. Shinjai is a main character in SAMATFOE, and she and Alice have an almost-thing going. 
12. Iako and a still unnamed... side character? They're studying the book Iako gets in the prologue.
13. This is [NAME REDACTED]. They're from a universe inspired by Star Wars, but if it was animated and also deeply weird. [NAME REDACTED] is [TOP SECRET INFORMATION]
14. First drawing of Alice. Figuring out her cheekmarks, and what I wanted to keep in her show design (she's based on a one-off background character).
15. More Iako drawings. Left out her hair in a, can't remember if it was intentional or not.
16. A dragon from a Wings of Fire inspired sci-fi world.
17. RPG species. They're aliens who are eusocial, and females are split into four "genders"/roles in society. This gender is soldier, distinguished by their massive claws and size. Their job is everything that requires strength.
18. An early Tethalaos, and also an entirely plausible form for them to take.
19. Above mentioned RPG species. This gender is gatherer, distinguished by their small body and delicate hands. 
20. Another dragon from above mentioned Wings of Fire inspired sci-fi.
21, 23-26. More sketches of [NAME REDACTED]. As you might guess, I quite like them. I just think they're neat, and I wanted to get their design down solidly.
22. Wasp friend :D
27. Shinjai's new crown, as seen in the latest chapter of SAMATFOE.
28. Funny Christmas Carol-inspired AU of SAMATFOE that I drew after being bludgeoned over the head with Christmas music for hours in a holiday sale I was working at.
29. Sílthéy being big mad.
30. RainWing. Not sure who this is.
31. Toffee's Mewberty wings.
32. More Evelyn.
33. LunarWings, but in my sci-fi world.
34. Yet another species in my sci-fi world.
35. Star and Marcie from SAMATFOE
36. Espina, a character from an urban-fantasy boarding school story about being bonded to animals people often find disgusting and repulsive. Espina controls wasps.
37. All the they/them nonbinary characters in SAMATFOE at the time of this drawing. From left to right: Nova, Toffee, Necahua, Dr. Edevane, Mayhem and Miette Maizley, Higgs, and of course, Tethalaos. Drawn at a nonbinary people meetup.
38. Sílthéy again
39. The oldest drawing in the book, Darkstalker from before we even knew what he looked like. An old doodle, but it proves how dedicated I was to Darkstalker being a good guy back in the day.
40. A design for an old idea I had of a hollow mountain filled with outcasts from society. Might revisit it, there's enough there to make at least a novella.
41. Toffee fashion sketches.
42. An old drawing of Sílthéy in her Wings of Fire dragon form, a hybrid named Liminal (nicknamed Lin). I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, honestly.
43. Sílthéy even BIGGER mad
44. More from the hollow mountain. The outcasts are protected by these guys, and in exchange they're cleaned and fed.
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conniescove444 · 3 months
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FROM THE FIRES
Chapter 5: I Looked Away
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Pairing: Sam Kiszka × female!oc
Word Count (this chapter): 3469
Summary: Lana moved to the States a few months ago and has found herself in a small town in Michigan called Frankenmuth. After visiting a local bar on her first night, she begins talking to the bassist of the band that played and by the end of the night she's moved her things into his apartment. This was the last thing she was expecting to happen... but hey, what could go wrong?
(This story is set in 1971 rather than modern day so I've had to play around with some of the bands' story. I've been playing around with this concept for a while and thought it may be interesting considering their vibe is straight out of that era.)
WARNINGS: alcohol use, heavy drug use, tobacco use, sexual content (due to the themes this fic is 18+, please DNI if you are a minor- you will be blocked.)
The sound of the Beatles' Srgt Peppers album filled the living room and Lana was looking through the fridge to pull out a few beers. The song 'A Day in the Life' was playing and Sam was sat on the sofa listening, "This song changed my life you know."
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Lana looked back from the fridge, placing the beers onto the counter, "How come?"
"Showed me that there weren't any rules in music. It wasn't like anything I'd ever heard before."
She smiled softly at him, "The Beatles were who made me fall in love with music."
Sam was about to respond when the phone began to ring, "I got it." Lana said as she moved over to it, picking up the receiver.
"Hello."
"Hey Lana, it's Jake... Lori's had something come up with her parents today so she's not gonna come with us to the beach but if you still want to go then I'd be happy to take you."
"Oh okay... yeah that's fine. I really wanna get some fresh air."
"I'll be outside in 20 minutes then."
"Alright, see ya in a bit."
She put the receiver back down and Sam stood up, walking over to her.
"Who was that?" he leant on the wall next to the phone.
"Jake, Lori's not coming now but we still want to go if that's okay with you."
He nodded, staring at the phone intently "I'm gonna take a shower, I'll see you when you're home."
She watched him as he walked away, "Alright."
Something about his reaction was a little off but she knew he was still hung up on the recording sessions so she put it down to that. She got changed into a pair of bell bottom jeans and a white wrap top, adding her Afghan coat over everything. She then finished getting her things together and went outside to wait for Jake.
The drive wasn't too long and the pair had mostly talked about the different songs on the radio during the drive- they had the most similar taste in music out of everyone in the group.
They'd spent most of the day just sitting by the shore, it was too cold to do anything like swimming or getting ice cream but since it was still the off season it meant it was fairly quiet. They'd shared a blunt at one point and had got to talking about the band.
"Sam seems really stressed about the whole album thing. Is he usually like that?" Lana was sat back, leaning on her hands in the sand.
"He's just got a short fuse, nothing we haven't seen from him before."
She stared down at the sand and then out towards the water, "He was telling me about not feeling like his work was good enough."
Jake sighed softly, "I mean I think he just feels a bit overshadowed. I was the one who got the band started and Josh is obviously our front man so he just wants to find his place in things."
Lana watched as the waves moved back and forth, staying silent for a moment before responding, "I wish he wouldn't put so much pressure on himself. He's so good at what he does, he just can't seem to see it."
"All musicians are like that, he just lets it get to him too much."
"Yeah I suppose so. I don’t like seeing him so miserable though." she traced shapes in the sand beside her as she was speaking.
"Well you were great yesterday. With helping us of course but also with Sam at the start. If any of us had gone in there to ask him to get out of his own world he would have snapped. I think he just feels seen by you."
"You think so?" Lana felt herself blushing a little at the last part.
"Yeah definitely. I was a bit unsure when you guys first moved in together but he needed someone like you."
"Why's that?" She turned her head away from the water they'd both been looking out to in order to face him and he did the same.
"I don't know... I always felt that maybe he was a bit jealous over the fact that Danny has Mary-Jane and I have Lori... Josh is different because he's perfectly happy floating from person to person but Sam was never content doing that."
"It's not like he's never gotten any attention though, he always has girls pining over him and he goes home with them all the time. Surely he's had long term flings or girlfriends before."
"Yeah but it's not about that. I can't speak for you guys but with me and Lori, we can sleep with as many other people as we want but there's never that same connection as what we have with each other. Knowing there's that one person who knows every inch of you and always comes back to you, understands you... no matter what. Having that kind of connection with someone is something that I think most people need but don't always find."
Lana just turned back to the ocean and nodded. She understood what he was saying perfectly.
"I'm glad I found you guys. If I had chosen any other bar that night I'd probably be somewhere else across the country by now." she smiled at the thought.
Jake turned back to look at the water too, "Why were you travelling so much? I mean I get that you wanted to explore but why hadn't you stopped yet before you came here?"
Lana looked down at her feet, her boots covered in sand, "I'm not sure. I guess I was trying to find myself but I didn't really know how. I've never really felt at home with the people I've spent my life surrounding myself with until now."
Jake put his arm around her and pulled her closer. She leaned into him and rested her head into his side.
"I think you've found your home now." He said quietly, rubbing her arm with his hand.
They made the trek back up the beach towards Jake's car and just listened to the music on the way home. They spoke briefly about her time in London but besides that it was mostly comfortable silence. In her time in Frankenmuth so far, Jake had become like an older brother to her. She had no siblings of her own but he was someone she just felt comfortable opening up to around and he was happy to be there for her.
When he dropped her home she came into the apartment to see Sam sat on the sofa plucking at his bass.
"Hi Sammy." she went and took a seat next to him, brushing some hair behind his shoulder to place a kiss on his cheek.
"How was your day?" he put his bass down next to him and turned to face her.
"It was good... maybe a bit cold for the beach though."
He pulled her face closer towards him and placed short a kiss on her lips.
She then pulled away and looked at the phone, "I need to call my parents, I haven't spoken to them since Kansas."
He sighed quietly, "That's seriously what you're thinking about right now?" he looked a rather put out.
"Sorry, it's been on my mind."
"No don't worry about it." he leant back and tilted his head, looking up at the ceiling.
Lana got off the sofa and walked over to the phone, picking it up and dialling the number.
It rung for a few seconds before someone on the other end answered.
"Hi Mum it's me,
... yeah I'm fine, just wanted to let you know I've moved in somewhere for a while.
... I got a job so I can cover the rent,
... no my friend Sam lives here, it's his apartment, I just moved in with him.
... we're just friends."
They spoke for a little while longer and she gave her Mum her new number. She then spoke to her Dad who asked if he could speak to Sam.
She moved the receiver down away from her face and covered it with her hand, "Sam would you mind talking to my Dad? I think he just wants to check you're not a creep."
He looked over at her, "Yeah sure," he stood up and walked over, taking the phone from her.
"Samuel speaking.
... I promise I'll take care of her.
... no, she's no trouble..."
The two spoke very briefly before he handed the phone back to her. While she finished up her conversation he went to the kitchen cupboard to grab a glass before filling it with water.
"Okay, speak to you soon.
... love you too,
... bye."
She put the receiver back down and then leant back on the wall, sighing softly.
Sam took a sip of his water and then looked at her, "Connie."
Hearing the name startled her slightly and she just looked at him with wide eyes, "huh?"
"Don't play dumb. It's what your Dad called you. When were you gonna tell me?" he sounded quite hurt.
She just exhaled deeply and looked down at her feet. "Look I was gonna say something if it came up or if I needed to but it's not a name use anymore."
"Lana you live with me. You should have told me when you moved in." he put the glass down on the side and crossed his arms, leaning back on the counter- the frustration was obvious in his voice.
"I used to hang around groupies Sam, we all change our names and even if I'm not anymore, it still stuck. I didn't see a need to tell you yet."
He stood up off the counter, "It doesn't matter! I need to be able to trust you, if you're not gonna tell me something as simple as your name then how can I?"
"I don't understand why you're so upset? It's not really my name anymore. I don't use it. It's not like you're the only person I've ever met who's never known me as Connie."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning his head away from her, "Wow."
"God it really isn't that big of a deal." she stood up straight and crossed her arms, raising her voice slightly.
He looked at her again, "It is though. I'll take a bet that Turner isn't your last name either."
"...no. It's Smith. Constance Smith."
He didn't respond, he simply walked back over to the sofa and picked up his bass again, messing around with the tuners.
She walked a bit closer to where he was sitting but made sure to keep a decent amount of distance, "What so are you just gonna not talk to me now?"
He didn't respond nor look up from what he was doing.
"Look Sam I'm sorry. I really don't see why you're so upset though." she lowered her voice again and walked closer to him.
He just pretended as though she wasn't there and it was really starting to agitate her. She could understand him being a little hurt by it but this felt like much more of an overreaction.
"You're being so ridiculous right now."
"Oh I'm being ridiculous? What the actual fuck? You've been fucking lying to me this entire time." he moved his bass and raised his voice a little bit.
"Stop it." she had intended for her words to come out a bit more confidently than they had. In all honesty she was trying not to break down crying.
"No. This is such bull shit." with that he stood up and walked into his room, slamming the door behind him.
Lana just stood there paralysed. Why was he this mad about something like that? She'd never ever gotten such a big reaction over someone finding out her name. It wasn't an uncommon thing to change your name, not in the scene that she was in at least. It was mostly done for privacy and safety but for her it was a persona she could hide behind. She felt very vulnerable having people know who she really was and Sam had just made it a hundred times worse.
The only thing she could think to do was go somewhere else, she didn't want to be around him and he clearly didn't want to be around her.
She grabbed her bag from where she'd left it on the counter and got her coat back off the rack before exiting the apartment, slamming the door shut behind her so Sam would know she'd left. She walked a couple of streets until she was at Lori's place and knocked on the door hastily. "Hey hun," Lori had a smile on her face but when she noticed something was off her look quickly turned to concern, "is everything alright?"
Lana just shook her head and Lori took her hand, leading her into her bedroom. The twins were sat on the sofa in the living room but they didn't pay much attention to what was happening, too engrossed in their own conversation. Lana sat on the bed and once Lori had closed the door and sat beside her, she just began to break down. Lori moved closer and wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly, "hey, hey, it's okay. You wanna talk about it?" she spoke softly and rather quietly.
Lana just shook her head and let her friend hold her. She felt like she was choking on guilt even though she wasn't sure if she should feel guilty. Looking back on the situation, she'd wished she'd just have told him the day she moved in, but it was a different time. It was the 70s. It wasn’t uncommon to not use your real name... Lana was no different. Especially where she came from, people put up barriers and at that point she didn't feel that there was any need to tell him yet. She still however felt like she’d made a huge mistake. It clearly bothered Sam and she wasn't intentionally trying to hurt him, she was just protecting herself.
They stayed in the room together for a few minutes until Lana had calmed down. She was curled up on the bed, holding a pillow close to her chest, Lori stroking her arm.
"I'm gonna go back out to the boys, you can join us whenever you're ready, alright?" Lori stroked her hair and Lana nodded, motioning it was okay for her leave the room.
After a while she'd pulled herself together enough to want to go and join everyone else and she walked back into the living room to see them all in a conversation.
She stood by the doorway, fiddling with her hands, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on anything."
"No you're fine, it's always nice having you around." Josh smiled at her and then patted the seat next to him. Lana walked over and sat down, curling her legs up to her chest.
Lori was sat with her legs over Jake's lap and he was resting an arm around her knees.
"Me and Jake were gonna go see a movie but you guys are more than welcome to stay here if you want to." Lori said, swinging her legs round so they were back on the ground.
"Thanks." Lana said quietly. Josh simply nodded then looked towards the girl beside him a bit concerned, he could see something was up. Her eyes were raw and puffy and her body language was so different to usual.
Once Lori and Jake had left he moved to sit crossed legged on the sofa, facing her, "You okay in there?" he cocked his head to the side as he looked at her.
Lana turned to look at him and rested her head on her knees, "Not really... could I talk to you about it?"
"Of course you can." he gave her a reassuring smile.
Lana sighed before thinking carefully about her choice of words, "I was on the phone to my parents earlier and my Dad spoke to Sam at one point... now please don't read into this, you know I’ve had a bit of an unusual few years."
Josh nodded.
"Lana isn't my actual name. I hadn't told Sam that yet. I haven't told anyone that yet because I don't go by my old name. I haven't done for years. I changed it back in London like most of the girls I hung around with did but I never stopped using it because I liked being able to hide behind it I suppose... When my Dad spoke to Sam he used my real name and after we'd hung up he got pretty angry about it for some reason. Like weirdly angry. I can understand him feeling a bit hurt since we live together but never in a million years did I expect the reaction I got. I promise I was gonna tell him at some point... I was. It just didn't feel like the right time yet I dunno." she buried her face into her knees.
He reached his arm over to stroke hers, trying to comfort the girl, "Look, I personally don't give a shit what you wanna go by, at the end of the day it's just how we refer to you but not everyone feels like that."
She looked back up at him, her eyes moments away from releasing another wave of tears, "I know but I've never seen him get like that. It really worried me Josh."
Josh just looked at her apologetically, not really sure what to say.
"Am I overacting? Am I in the wrong here for being upset? I was the one who fucked up." she moved her legs to sit crossed legged, mirroring the way Josh was sitting.
Josh took her hands in his, trying to reassure her, "No. You just have different opinions on the topic and that's okay... what did he say about it?"
She sighed, "Just that I had been lying to him the whole time and that he can't trust me and stuff."
Josh stayed silent for a moment, clearly thinking about how to phrase things, "I think he's upset about something else. That was just the catalyst for him, I can't see why he'd be so angry over that. He may feel a bit upset by you not telling him but that seems a bit extreme."
Lana just looked at him, a bit confused. "What would he be upset about? Is it something I've done?"
Josh rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, "I don't know if I'm right but I think you going out with Jake today."
She was a bit taken aback by his suggestion, "... what? why?"
"I don't want to make assumptions but he was really off with Jake in the studio yesterday. I figured it was probably about that."
Lana just looked down at her lap, "Why would he be upset about that?"
"You have to talk to him Lana, I don't want to say anything that may not be true. Plus, it's your issue. You gotta fix it between yourselves."
She looked back up at him again with a shy smile, "Yeah you're right. Thank you Josh."
He just smiled and pulled her in for a hug, he knew his brother and he was getting to know her too... this was something only they could fix but he was happy to help if he could.
When Lori and Jake got back, the twins left to go to their apartment but Lana stayed over that night. She didn't want to go home yet because the idea of talking to Sam was making her stomach churn. She didn't sleep much, she was just trying to go over what she was gonna say in her head but it wasn't really getting her anywhere. She just tried her best to push through, waiting for the next morning to arrive.
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2023 review
Hi beans! I bring you an art dump of all my art made in 2023 because I keep forgetting this website exists. (It's c/pd from my Patreon, that's how bad I am.)
First up is a book cover I made for my sister (Daina Rustin - Demon Hunter, not published), that I actually started a year or two ago, but had the last push/rework in January and called it finished. I’m also adding the sword concepts I made for it, even though they were technically done in 2022, as I haven’t shared them before.
In February, I did some figure and hand studies with some friends on the NFC discord, and thumbnailed a bunch of locations and ideas for Sky Across illustrations. March was the beginning of my character concept art project for the main character of Sky Across - Aurelia.
Started with figure drawings, then outfit variations and explorations for different uses and settings. After that it was colour variations, and the last one is a finished character illustration. I also spent some time doing general research and working on worldbuilding, writing and designing certain elements that will be important for the story later on :>
At the beginning of June, I started working on a “props” section for my portfolio. I made it so far that I made a whole 3D/blender scene with them, and then…. I wasn’t excited about painting them. I kept pushing it around, sort of like pushing food around your plate when you have no appetite. After some time staring at that task in my calendar, I decided I would be better off doing something that ✨ sparked joy ✨ instead. So, I painted a new Witcher fanart piece.  It was done in anticipation of the third season of the show on Netflix…. That I still haven’t finished. Oops.
July and August were a big dud for me, art-wise. I was going through a rough period and I was busy with real-life issues.
September was a big month for me as that was when my ADHD diagnosis was approved and I finally got medicated. I think I did more things (in general) in that first week than I did in the entire July+August. I finally saw the bottom of my dirty laundry basket after 7 years.
Art wise, I did another bunch of thumbs for my Sky Across illustration, I set up the references I needed in Daz3D and Blender, and I got an offer to work on an exciting freelance project so I jumped on the research and thumbnails for that as well. The project is still in progress, and I'm looking forward to sharing it next year!
September was also when I drew Hopper, Nickie’s cat, in pencils. I used to do a lot of traditional art in the past so I didn’t think it would be complicated, despite not having drawn a realistic cat in over a decade…. I always forget how humbling traditional work is. Nickie visited my hometown and I travelled back home to meet her and see my family <3
I got a cold as soon as I returned and that slowed down my zoomies for a few weeks, some family/personal issues happened, and I had to start branching out before I was ready to - which is how Patreon and Twitch came to be. The rest of September and October were spent on YouTube researching and developing “passive” income ideas.
I won’t be talking about Oct/Nov pieces as I’ve already done that in the previous few posts. In short, art zoomies picked back up in October, I managed to knock out some presents for friends and some fanart pieces, only to be absent for the majority of November again because I had/was recovering from Covid. (I’m still coughing 💀)
Over the course of the year, I did some animal drawings as presents for friends - Joe’s wonderful sassy corgi Dennis that I'm plotting to kidnap (at least for a day, if I ever make it to the UK), Joel’s cat Kissa that looks like someone spilled ink all over, Isla’s cat Skye that has seen all of the horrors of the universe, and I’m cooking something up with my own cat - Azriel.
I started working on another illustration for Sky Across featuring the same character I concepted at the beginning of the year, I'm streaming the process on Twitch when I can, and I started a little banner illustration for socials that I noodle on from time to time.
There were a few bits and bobs that I don’t feel are worth mentioning, and some Blender practice things that aren’t really worth sharing but were great practice.
All in all, this year was mostly marked by a million doctors’ exams, a big focus on exercise/physical therapy, dealing with ~feelings~ about medical issues, and general financial uncertainty. But also more art than I made in a long while, so swings and roundabouts!
I'm really proud that I've managed to handle and organise so many health-related things, and I'm getting better at judging how much I can do and schedule for myself, recognizing when I need to take time off and when I can afford to push things. I hope to do more original illustrations and concepts next year, and I’m adding traditional art to my calendar for next year as I’ve been itching to experiment more. I’m very grateful to my family and friends that held me up, I wouldn’t have been able to manage without them <3
Hope you have a successful 2024 and may all your dreams come true!
Until next time,
xo
PS: INPRNT is running an end of year sale, and you can get my art for an extra 20% off with the code: OQKQS6DJ
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