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theloveinc · 2 years
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You know what has been making me laugh recently? Pro-hero boyfriends spending the night at YOUR apartment…
Just have been imagining the shock on your roommate’s face when they leave their room and find Red Riot (with sex hair) digging through the fridge looking for a Gatorade. Peeking into your room to ask you a question but instead finding Dynamight taking a nap on your bed by your side.
Answering the door to Deku holding takeout, or even Shoto answering the door to them the one time they forget their keys and you were in the middle of cooking dinner.
LIKE LMAOOOOO I just… love this imagery so.
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01zfan · 1 month
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should’ve told me | l. at
fwb!fratboy!anton x fem. reader | 6.1k words
my anton anon’s this one is for y’all
contains: friends with benefits, reader denies feelings, pining, love confessions, unprotected sex
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you kept anton around for longer than you should have. you’re grown enough to admit that you should’ve let him down easy a long time ago, probably after the first time you hooked up. 
it was as innocent as any hookup could be, one thing leading to another once you and anton were done with your class project. he had pleasantly surprised you with how smart he was. when he wasn’t surrounded by his stupid fraternity brothers he was also pretty sweet. and he was tall, with a pretty smile that took up his whole face. he ended up in your dorm and it was just the two of you, and you hadn’t touched anyone intimately in a long time. when he pressed his body close to yours and you felt his strong broad chest he covered up with hoodies you didn’t stand a chance. you fucked anton on your tiny twin bed, the cheap wooden frame creaking underneath your shared weight. 
the worst part was that he was so good at fucking you. it was truly always the quiet and shy ones. the same anton whose face went all red when he had to talk in front of the class pressed your body deep into the mattress and left marks all over your neck. the same anton that had to join a fraternity to make friends was incredibly bold, his sweet voice telling you how wet and tight you were. but he was sweet nonetheless, saying gentle praises when he hit a spot deep inside of you and shyly admitted that he had thought about what you would feel like wrapped around him.
although his words were sweet, his actions were rough from the strength and size of his body. when he bent his legs while chest to chest with you he unknowingly pushed your legs upwards, almost making your knees touch your stomach. you moaned while taking it all, loving the feeling of anton accidentally manhandling you. anton didn’t know how strong he was until he flipped you over with ease, apologizing in your ear for surprising you. you immediately forgave him, even taking the extra step to tell him he can do whatever he wants to you. what he wanted was to make you cum over and over again until you were near tears.
you two spent the next couple hours going at it, both of you missing your last classes for the day. when anton finally finished on your ass the sun was setting, bathing your tiny dorm room in sunlight. anton’s hot pants fanned your ear while the sun continued to set. you wanted to see his face, see if he still got shy right before reaching his peak, or how the sun would light up his brown eyes. when he pulled out and jerked himself off over you, you craned your neck to try and see him. all you got was a view of his toned stomach, his muscles tensing underneath the taut skin. you had to settle for the sound of anton’s quiet whimpers and the feeling of his hot cum on your ass and thighs. you were nearly out of it yourself, two orgasms deep before anton let himself go.
anton came to his senses quickly and apologized for the mess he made. his stamina seemed to double yours, getting control of his body fast while your limbs still felt like jelly. he got down from your loft bed, going over the side instead of wasting time with the stairs. he came back quickly with paper towels and a cold water bottle from your mini fridge. he cleaned you up while you drank the water, hoping your roommate took notes for you in class.
when anton was done he pressed kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder blades. he had gone back to his shy and reserved self, nothing like the man that was fucking you into your mattress or jerking himself off over your ass a few minutes prior.
“did you cum?” anton asked quietly.
anton was too cute for his own good. you turned around to see anton sitting at the end of your bed looking at you expectantly. his face lit up immediately when you told him yes, and when you told him you finished multiple times it looked like his head was going to explode. anton closed the space between the two of you, kissing you on the lips. it caught you off guard, a passionate kiss on the lips being the most intimate thing you’ve done all day. when you pulled back, anton did too.
“i’m sorry.” anton said immediately.
you shook your head and smiled at anton. 
“just surprised me is all.” you said.
you could tell anton wanted to kiss you again. but you sat on the other end of the bed, trying to figure out why your heart was doing backflips now. you were saved by the custom ringtone of your roommate calling you.
you looked away from anton’s flushed face and his swollen lips, letting him catch his breath while you answered the call.
“hey yunjin.” you said. 
you motioned for anton to get off his bed and he did so immediately, handing you your clothes. he was moving frantically for some reason, much more rushed to get dressed than you were. 
“do you have a guest over?” 
her voice over the phone was high and flirtatious. yunjin knew who it was too, the shy boy in your class you always said hi to when you passed by him.
“why? are you at the dining hall?” you asked. 
you threw on your shirt without bothering to put on a bra. it was cold enough you’d be wearing multiple layers anyway.
“heading over there now. i’ll meet you there?”
you could hear the shuffling of people and yunjin putting her stuf faway. you must’ve barely missed class being dismissed. you quietly thank anton for handing you your underwear and pants off the floor. you pressed the phone to your ear using your shoulder while you put your pants back on.
“okay. i’ll see you in a little bit.” you said.
there was silence only for a moment on the other end of the line. you could practically see yunjin on the other end of the line with a smug look on her face while she exited the classroom.
“oh and tell anton i said h—”
you hung up before yunjin could finish her sentence. you could see her loudly laughing to herself in the hallway. 
you let your phone rest on your chest a moment before looking down, seeing anton fully dressed with his backpack slung over a shoulder. you got down from the bed yourself, feeling his hand on your back as if you hadn’t gone down the ladder a million times before. 
on your way to your door you felt anton trailing a little too close to you. when you made it to the door you put on a pair of slip ones, watching anton watch you. you smiled again, the way he was trying to be so inconspicuous about it all.
“what’s so funny?” anton asked shyly. 
he smiled big at nothing, giving you an eye smile while you put on your shoes.
“you’ve been jumpy ever since we did it. i feel like you want to ask me something.” you said. 
you grabbed your jacket off of the coat hanger by the door and slip it on. you stuff your phone, wallet, and keys into the pockets, checking that you have everything. anton still stares at you, trying to find the words to talk to you.
“do you want to eat at the house?” anton asks.
you raise your eyebrows at anton asking you to come over to his frat house before opening the door. anton shakes his head quickly, realizing it could be taken a different way. he’s goes back to following behind you in the small corridor of your dormitory. he readjusts his backpack as he leans his body forward, a height advantage so he can be closer to your ear.
“maybe we could talk about what just happened.” anton says quietly.
you remain silent while you walk through your building. anton follows you through the twists and turns of the hallways. when you make it to the elevator anton stands behind you, rocking on his heel while you continue to say nothing. 
when you make it outside the building you pull anton to the empty outdoor area that surrounds your building.
“i’m not hanging out with you at your frat, anton.” you say.
you tried not to sound too harsh, but you saw anton’s face flash with pain. his hand tightened around the strap of his backpack while he started looking everywhere else but at you. 
you thought it would be a one and done thing with him. you knew how frat boys got down, fucking girls once and then ditching them. the reputation of his frat brothers reputations preceded them, but it seemed like anton was different. maybe that’s why you told him that you wanted to sleep with him again. you kissed him on the cheek and said you wanted to see his face next time, leaving him alone in the courtyard of your building before heading to the dining hall. 
you had said those words to anton only in hopes to stun him long enough that you could walk away. but as the week went on and you thought about how he felt against you, you caved. you couldn’t stop yourself from hitting up anton again. you texted anton during class as he zealously took notes.
hey.
you watched him continue to write on the paper, alternating between looking at the board and his composition notebook
yunjin is sleeping at her boyfriends place tonight
ill be all alone :(
you loved the rush you felt seeing anton peak at his phone underneath the table. when he saw the text his eyes scanned the classroom until he found you. you smiled at him and waved, giving him your most innocent look. anton dropped his pencil on his notebook to put both of his hands underneath the table to text you back.
you don’t talk to me for a week but you hit me up for sex?
anton tucks his phone back into his pocket before going back to look at the board. he puts his head in his fist, facing his head away from you.
isnt that what this is
anton stayed in the same position, not looking at his phone.
pleaseeeee antonnnnnn
anton went back to his phone and you could see his shoulders slightly raise. he must’ve been laughing at your pain and desperation.
anton didn’t reply to your text but when lass dismissed he approached you after throwing everything into his backpack. you stay seated at your desk, looking up to anton who stands on the other side. he looks the same as he did outside of your courtyard, a single strap of his backpack over his shoulder.
“you wanna walk together?” anton asked.
anton hated that you didn’t want more from him. but he loved the way you smiled at him from your seat and the way you bounced happily all the way to your apartment with him standing behind you. he loved when you grabbed his hand once you entered the safety of your dorm room, and how you rode him on the beanbag next to your bed. anton loved that you couldn’t even wait to get him on your bed and how you became a babbling mess above him. the night ended with anton fucking up into you while he easily held your hips in place. anton loved looking at your face the most, and then feeling your sweaty body slump against him when you were all spent. anton wrapped his arms around your body and continued to fuck you until he was spent. he asked you if you wanted to go to the dining hall after you got dressed, or go on a walk with him. you looked at anton like he was crazy before crawling up to your bed, saying you were tired.
you wanted to use sex with anton as a treat, only having him after a stressful week or when you did really well on a test. but anton became an addiction neither of you wanted to handle. at your worst you were calling him everyday, asking if he could swing by your dorm to help you with something while yunjin was out. that something was the aching between your thighs, and you found out early on that anton was the only one who could satiate you. 
anton hated that you only wanted him for sex. if he had told any of his fraternity brothers they would’ve been confused. having no strings attached sex with a beautiful girl was an ideal situation. but anton wanted more. he wanted to hold your hand in public and walk around with you on campus. anton knew that you were focused on school, and him confessing feelings would complicate your situation, or worse lead to you calling your arrangement off completely. so anton settled for being there when you needed him, responding to your late night texts by knocking at your door in just gray sweatpants and a hoodie. he settled for abiding by your stupid rules, and he settled for giving you dick whenever you asked, whether it was a quickie before your roommate got back or a large warm hand over your clothed pussy while you studied in the library. it wasn’t all anton wanted, but he reveled in the fact that in those moments you only thought of him.
anton swore he could see you slowly getting attached too. sometimes when he’d come into your dorm you’d get on your tiptoes to kiss his nose sweetly, or throwing on his hoodie after sex like you didn’t have clothes of your own. he loved seeing you in his clothes and he knew you loved it to some degree too, stealing a few of his hoodies to keep in your closet. 
you remember when you started craning your neck so anton could kiss your lips during sex. you were the first one to set the boundary to avoid kissing on the lips, too intimate for just being sex buddies. but he had you in missionary and made you feel so full. anton found his way around the kissing rules by pressing his lips to your cheek and forehead before going to your neck. anton found out that sucking on your neck made your mind short circuit, making you completely forget that he was breaking the rules you set. but you were the one that pulled anton’s head from the crook of your neck when he pushed into you slowly.
“kiss me anton.” you whined.
anton wasted no time making out with you while thrusting into you slowly. your spit tasted almost as sweet as your slick and anton spent the rest of the night trying to memorize how your mouth felt. he didn’t know when he’d get another chance to kiss you like this again.
honestly, it was cruel how you kept him around without telling you how you felt. you figured that if you spent enough time ignoring your feelings for anton they’d subside, and maybe he’d stop liking you too. neither of you talked about how you begged for his kisses last night, but he didn’t care as long as you kept letting it happen. 
it had been three months since you started your arrangement with anton. three months of him chasing after you and three months of you ignoring him and your own feelings. anton stopped answering to your texts as often and he stopped asking you to hangout outside of sex. you  knew that anton was losing interest and it made you panic. you hated to admit that you would miss more than just sex if he stopped talking to you. so your dynamic had change over time. it was you showing up to anton’s door late in the middle of the night now. 
when anton opened the door you gave him your brightest smile, trying to get the same one back. you felt your heart drop when he only gave you a small one back, making enough space for you to come inside the frat house. when you tried to give anton a kiss on his cheek he turned away, walking up the stairs to his room. now it was you that trailed behind anton with a white knuckle grip on your overnight bag, feeling like you weren’t wanted. anton was still sweet to you, moving behind you to lead you to his room like you had forgotten.
anton was still a really good host, he made sure to clean his room top to bottom each time he knew you were coming over. he put on quiet music for you and ambiance lighting, a warm and dim orange light to not be too presumptuous. anton was confusing to you, the way he seemed like he didn’t care but was nicer to you than you were to him.
anton had made his way to the couch in his room, sitting right in the middle. you dropped your bag and took of your shoes, walking to stand in front of him. anton went into his seat further, leaning his head to rest on the back of the couch. anton had a hand on his thigh and the other along the back edge of the couch as he looked up at you. he was so nonchalant you felt yourself scrambling.
“i missed you.” you said. 
you reached out a hand to him but anton didn’t grab it, only rubbing up and down his thigh. 
“you could’ve said hi to me in class.” anton said calmly.
it was true. you both knew it was. but you had to keep up appearances and for some reason pretend like you didn’t spare anton a second glance outside of the bedroom. anton spread his legs slightly as he settled more into the couch, looking you up and down. with that hat on it was hard to tell what anton was looking at, if he was staring at your face or your body. you bent down until your hands rested on his shoulder, trying to look into his eyes. you took off the hat he wore and anton brought the hand resting on the back of the couch to push back his hair. 
anton stared back at you with a look that made your stomach do flips. anton’s eyes stayed locked on yours, checking for a change in your expression he brought his hand that was on his thigh to your hip, slightly pulling you onto the couch. you straddled anton, hands picking at the material of his sweatshirt. now that you had seen the body underneath the sweatshirts you felt yourself going a little crazy, especially how he wore nothing underneath. you could see his collarbone, dressed with a fading pink mark from the last time you two met up. you continued to fiddle with the fabric of anton’s sweater, waiting for him to say something to you. you found yourself driven by his voice in bed lately, the way he would softly guide you through the motions or tell you sweet things. one of your hands drifted down his body, resting over his hand on your hip.
“i’m taking bahiyyih to the social.” anton said. 
you had to control your expression, hiding the twinge of pain you felt at the thought of anton with another girl. the fact that he said it so casually made it hurt even more. you knew you didn’t have the right to be mad—it made sense. bahiyyih was in the sister sorority and you had declined anton’s invitation. but you thought it meant he would go alone, just like he did for the last social. now he was going with a girl that could possibly have a crush on him. you bit back the jealousy, bringing anton’s hands that were on your waist to the buttons of your shirt. 
“she’s a sweet girl.” you say after clearing your throat. 
anton hums in agreement as he undoes your buttons. he looks at your shirt, more and more of your skin becoming exposed to him. he wished that he was going with you, only asking bahiyyih after he was pressured into finding a date. you were right, she was a sweet girl. but she wasn’t you.
when your shirt was off you noticed that anton didn’t help you out of it like he usually did. his hands went back to your hips while you shimmied out of your shirt and bra. anton’s eyes that were usually glued to your chest looked at the skin on your neck, running a gentle hand along your collarbone. everything that usually made anton tick wasn’t working, and you could feel yourself slowly going insane.
“take off your pants for me?” you asked.
you hated that your voice sounded meek at the command. anton listened regardless, lifting you and his hips so he could pull his pants down. his dick was still hard as it rested against sweatshirt. you grabbed his length, giving him a few pumps to gauge his reaction. anton did let out a content sigh, but he didn’t look down to see your hand wrapped around his dick. his eyes were scanning your face, his hand going to your face. you awkwardly stand from anton’s lap to rid yourself of your own pants.
anton follows your lead as you situate yourself on his couch. you try to think what position would be best, maybe you shouldn’t see his face tonight. you go on your hands and knees and anton slots himself between your legs, a large hand resting on your ass cheek to spread your folds. you hear anton spit on his length and hear him pumping his dick before he lines it up to your entrance. this is the part where anton would lean over and kiss your shoulder blade, but instead he just slowly pushes himself into you. the stretch with no prep is painful, but you take it anyway. anton barely makes a sound when he is in all the way, only the sound of his breath coming out slightly labored filling your ears. you look behind you to get a glimpse of anton, and he stares at your back. 
“talk to me anton.” you are practically begging him to give you something.
instead he pulls out, of you and sits back on the couch. you turn back around to face him, trying to cover up your body. anton’s face is in his hands as he slightly shakes his head.
“i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.” anton apologizes.
you wish you could disappear.
“did you not like it?” you ask quietly.
“no, i just,” anton looks up from his hands to look at you, feeling genuinely sorry that you look so dejected. ”i just can’t keep having emotionless, no strings attached sex with you.”
“i thought you didn’t like me anymore.” you said
anton looks at you with confusion before shaking his head again.
“i tried to stop it but i can’t,” anton looks for your clothes on the floor of his apartment. he can’t bring himself to look at you, or to outwardly tell you goodbye. “maybe it’s for the better.” he says
“i don’t want to stop being with you.” you respond. 
there is a lump in your throat that materializes out of nowhere, growing in size when you see anton looking for your clothes.
“i can’t do just sex.” anton says back to you. “i need more.”
“with bahiyyih?” you ask.
for the first time in your life, you see anton get visibly annoyed. you randomly mentioning a girl almost has him yelling out loud in anguish. how could someone like you be so smart and so stupid at the same time. his hand goes to his temple to rub it slightly, and he closes his eyes.
“not with bahiyyih.” anton says quietly.
it was in front of your face the whole time, offered to you on a silver platter. you ignored it each time. maybe you didn’t deserve anton. but he was about to leave your life forever if you didn’t do something about it.
“i want more than just sex.” you blurted out. “i want more, too.”
anton’s eyes got wide while he looked to you. he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, how sincere your voice sounded. 
“i like you anton. i don’t know why i’m so scared to tell you.”
anton not saying anything back to you caused your mouth to begin running. you couldn’t stop yourself from being uncharacteristically honest with him. 
you felt stupid until anton held your hands in his, looking deep into your glazed eyes to see if you were lying.
“do you mean it?” anton said simply.
if you said another word, you were sure you would cry. so you nodded your head and closed the gap between you and anton. it was a quick and simple chaste kiss on his lips, but both of you knew what the kiss really meant. the war was over, and your contract of no strings attached was finally null and void.
anton smiled before kissing you the same way you kissed him. anton pecked your lips over and over as he lead you to his hips again. you go back to straddle his hips but anton doesn’t let you settle before he picks you up.
“wanna be my girlfriend?” anton asks.
you smile like an idiot in love and nod your head.
“wanna be my boyfriend?” you ask back.
you can feel the heat on your face as anton nods his head and smiles. he leans into another kiss while smiling, loving the feeling of your lips against his.
anton walks you over to the bed and lays you down on the sheets. the word slides off his tongue perfectly. anton doesn’t waste a second before crawling above you. his hand rested by your head while he hiked one of your legs up. he placed a strong kiss to your lips, one that left you lifting your head so it would take longer to break. anton looked down the space between your two bodies, his dick sitting upright looking for stimulation. anton lowered his body until it was resting on yours, almost crushing you with his weight. he bent his legs until his tip found your founds. 
anton used his dick to shallowly thrust through your folds, loving the sound of slick and his sticky tip interacting. he loved hearing your whines as he teased you, and seeing your squirming hips as you tried to get his dick inside of you. anton kissed your cheek and you only tried to kiss him back a beat later, your mind preoccupied with all the teasing. anton used the arm on your leg to drag you down slightly, bringing your hole closer to him.
“you’re not just saying you like me so i’ll keep fucking you like this right?” anton asked.
you shook your head immediately, heart hurting at the tiny amount of pain you detected in his voice.
“i like you alot anton,” you loved the feeling of the confession rolling off your tongue. you wished you had said it sooner. “i like you so much.” you repeated. 
“good.” he kissed your cheek again. the tip of his dick was prodding at your entrance, and you couldn’t stop pulsing. “can i fuck my girlfriend now?” he asked.
anton asking you something so lewd with the gentle and airy tone in his voice nearly left you in tears as you nodded your head like an idiot. anton pressed a deep kiss to your lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth in the same moment he slid into you. you could barely kiss him back, moaning at how full you felt. you fought to keep your eyes open, loving the view of anton’s large body above you and his big eyes that were full of adoration. you can’t believe you almost let yourself lose him. anton must’ve felt the same, because he pressed his lips to your forehead before going into the crook of your neck. he pulled all the way out and slid back in, so slow you could feel every vein and every twitch of his dick. you walls spasmed around his thick dick, causing anton to groan into your ear when he tried pulling out.
“can you feel me?” anton asked. 
he had a sarcastic twinge to his voice, like you weren’t almost struggling to take all of him. 
“yes,” you pulled back your hips to meet anton’s slow thrusts. “your dick feels so nice.” you whimpered.
“your pussy is wet and tight,” anton licked the shell of your ear before blowing cool air on it. “all for me.”
he pulled his head from your neck to watch himself disappear into your pussy. he pulled all the way out, messing up the tempo he set, all so he could watch it again. anton’s body shivered against yours, you brought your hand to the nape of his neck to play with his hair.
“it’s a perfect fit.” anton said.
he sounded astonished, seeing how well you took him and feeling the sensation of you closing in around him.
”so perfect.” you agreed.
you loved the puffs of hot air you felt on the shell of your ear and your neck, the way it was followed by anton’s tongue licking the area. these were the motions you guys have gone through a million times before, but knowing that anton was yours now and you were his heightened everything.
“i’ve wanted you like this for so long.” anton breathed into your ear. 
“you should’ve told me.” you whined out.
anton’s hair was soft in your hands, his locks tickling your knuckles. you gripped his hair to only lightly tug on it, you preferred just feeling an extension of him in the palm of your hand. anton laughed against your neck, pulling his lips from a forming bruise with a gentle pop.
anton put his arms around your and sat up, bringing your body up with him. he manhandled you into a new position, one where you were both facing eachother and sitting up. you had never seen anton from this angle before, having to lock eyes with him while he fucked up into you slowly. his hand on your side next to your chest helped you stay up in the air so you had to do little to no work. his large hand on your side covered most of the area, his hand accidentally teasing your sensitive nipples. when anton saw your face change from the slight stimulation he experimentally moved his fingers that pressed into your boob. you let out a sigh from the feeling, and anton looked up to you before jutting out his bottom lip.
“why didn’t you tell me?” anton pouted.
you weren’t sure what he meant until he took your entire areola into your mouth. you clenched around him tightly, and he let you set the pace for riding him. feeling anton’s tongue expertly flick over your nipple drove you insane. you were bouncing on his dick faster than you ever had, feet planted on either side of his body to give yourself more leverage. you made sure to not go to high, so anton could keep your tit in his mouth. 
anton loved seeing you bounce on him with a new vigor. he had never seen you perform quite like this when you were only his fuck buddy. but now that you were his girlfriend you rode him with a purpose, and a tiny voice in anton’s head told him that you had to be trying to get pregnant. anton would have to wait to tell you how bad he wanted to give you a child, one with your beautiful smile and personality. he let his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your nipple. you whined and leaned your body back, fingernails digging into the skin of anton’s shoulder.
“so good anton. so good.” you praised.
anton moved to your other breast after wrapping an arm around you to pull you close to him. he needed you as close as possible when you came, and he needed to see your face as he did it. anton separated his mouth from your nipple only to sloppily lick the areola. this was his first time playing with your breasts so extensively and he was already obsessed with it. the way the supple skin melded into his lips and how reactive you were to it. he loved the way you pet his head gently as he sucked on your chest, biting your lip to hold back high-pitched whines when he did something new.
anton reluctantly separated from your chest when he felt your hips begin to slow. you were not an athlete by any means, your legs already burning from riding anton for only a few minutes. luckily, your boyfriend was here for you. so he let you rest on his strong thighs while he slowly pulled back his hips to fuck you slowly again. anton would’ve continued with your fast pace but he needed to bask in the moment, to not get distracted by keeping up the fast speed. 
this seemed to effect you more, making you pull his body into your chest as you moaned loudly. the feeble attempts to be quiet was long abandoned, and anton loved that. he wanted his whole frat house to hear how good your boyfriend was making you feel. he could feel the vibration of your voice through your chest, the sound slightly muffled on one side because of how tightly you were pulling him in.
when you were getting close, you pulled anton from your chest and moved your hands to his face. he looked into your blown out eyes and you looked into his. he ran his tongue over his swollen lips before you let out a prolonged moan.
“anton i’m close.” you whimpered.
only then did anton let himself slam your body down on his. he loved the way your voice shook when he got a little rougher. he was still just as slow as he let out a groan.
“fuck,” anton pulled you back down on him again. “me too.” he grunted.
“can you do it inside?” you asked. 
your voice had gotten quiet and breathy. anton smiled and nodded before kissing your lips. you were too cute when you were shy.
anton brought you down one more time before you crumbled into his arms. you used the remaining amount of your energy to try and overpower anton, needed to feel him fully inside of you while you uncontrollably spasmed around him. you could feel your cum seep around his dick and anton leaned back to watch you swivel your hips trying to get him deeper inside of you. it was pitiful and beautiful, seeing his girlfriend chase her pleasure like that. 
seeing you high off of him made him follow closely after you. anton gripped your ass and panted into your chest while he shot ropes of cum directly into you. it caught him by surprise, it left him a whimpering mess while his head resting on your chest. when you rose your hips to come back down it was his turn to exert his strength, easily keeping you in place while he continued to whine out your name over and over again. you continued to milk him and anton felt like he was cumming for centuries. 
he brought you down with him to the bed, both of you panting. you rested on anton’s chest and felt him squirm underneath you from stimulation as he pulled himself out of you. your hole continued to seize around nothing, still coming down from the high anton brought you to.
the sweat on your chests was cold on your skin by the time you regained your sanity. anton’s hand traced shapes on your back, and you shivered when he lightened his touches more and more. you heard shuffling outside, probably the sound of his fraternity brothers moving around the house. 
you looked up at anton from his chest and smiled when you saw he was already looking at you. he pinched your cheek and you kissed his chin. you moved some of his hair from his face and he kissed your hand once you were done. you sighed contently feeling his body underneath yours, resting your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat.
“so you’re gonna take me to the formal right?” you ask, smiling against his skin.
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naffeclipse · 4 days
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I'm sorry if this question has been asked in some form or another but... How would Eclipse, should he have ever moved away from the Arctic in search of a new home, react if he encountered a pair of orphaned Orca Siren Calves (Sun and Moon) being raised by a reclusive writer human Y/N? Like either their sibling got the Siren Transformation and the whole pod is just now... gone due to some unfortunate events... Or the Y/N just found the two orphans in the shallows near their very secluded home and the parents never came back?
Point is human Y/N is trying their best, but that means things aren't going all that great. Both kids can read and are cared for. Moon is a master of the door dash app when using the tablet kept on land near the water for them. But there's love... Lots of love.
How would he react to this?
Oh, I love this
You wanted to be left alone, unfortunately, the two... babies, didn't get the memo. They're so small. You have no idea what to do with the mythical creature children. Sirens. Sure, you've heard of them. So why aren't they taking care of their young? Why are they wailing at the edge of the icy land you've made your home on? It doesn't take long for you to take pity on the small things and feed them some chewed fish (but only this once).
Somehow, you end up with a small ice shelter where you've carved two breathing holes under the ice to let the seawater and the babies swim for a day, keeping a careful watch on them while jotting down a few ideas you've had for your writing (perhaps inspired by sirens). Then, at the night's end, you lovingly pick up both toddler-sized sirens, tucking one into each arm to carry them to your home where your bathtub has become a makeshift crib of seawater and half-chewed rubber duckies.
You believe they're twins despite their different appearances, one touched with cream-colored orca markings and soft yellow frills framing his face. The other brother is black and white and has a slippery dark blue tendril behind his head, trailing into a luminous bulb. They have mismatched eyes but share one blue iris.
So much for only feeding them once. The tiny fish got you wrapped around their little claws.
They growl and chuff and softly whine whenever you're not within sight, and each of them demands time alone to snuggle against your chest before you set down your bedding on the bathroom floor and urge them to sleep through the night. You're right here if they need you. Somehow, one or both end up on you, dripping wet, and you can only groan and softly hold the babies through the night despite their constant wiggles and slick, sheeny bodies.
This goes on for a few years before you start to worry that your bathtub is too cramped for the children. Sun and Moon (oh gosh, you gave them names; now you're really attached) are so smart and excel at reading and writing, making use of markers and whiteboards, and remembering to let their hands dry before grabbing the paper from the floor of the ice shelter to draw doodles of the icy waves.
There were learning curves, such as when you had to scold Moon for biting you so hard his sharp teeth drew blood, but he cried, so you stopped being angry and showed him how to help you bandage your hand. See? All better. But no biting. Another time was Sun growing impatient with your slow pace as you gathered your writing materials before joining them in the ice shelter, and he grabbed your leg and halfway pulled you into the frigid water, shocking your system with the sheer cold before you scrambled out and had to retreat to your home to undress and get warm. Sun hid away from you, unwilling to come out despite your coaxing once night fell. You had to lay down a new rule: they cannot pull you into the water. You are not built like them. He clung to you and apologized, and you forgave him with a kiss on the forehead.
You wanted to be left alone with your children. (Yours. Your babies.) Unfortunately, they're not the only sirens around. You sense another presence just at dusk when you're preparing to take Sun out of the breathing hole (you can only carry one at a time now, and even then, it takes all your strength to lift with your legs—when did they get so big?) and pause with your hands under Sun's arms, his hands still opening and closing for you. Through the slight opening in the flap of the ice shelter, out into the shallows of the icy sea, you see two pairs of eyes, yellow and red, and piercing.
A siren.
You react with adrenaline and fear, fueled by the intention to protect your children no matter the cost, and pull Sun and Moon out of the breathing holes in a second. Placing them in the far corner, you shield them with your body. The strange siren pokes his head through the breathing hole not a moment later. Eyes wide, breathing harshly, you stare each other down, siren against human. His gaze slips past you, and he grins upon finding Sun's and Moon's big eyes peeking around you as they cling to your shoulders, confused and frightened. Their flukes flip anxiously.
The siren grinned at you, and for the better half of the night, you conversed with the siren about how you came upon your children. His intentions remain sinister and masked until he at last tells you how perfect he finds you and the boys. You stare, standoffish, but he assures you, he will be the father that they need, and the mate you deserve. You don't believe him. You don't trust him with your babies, but when he grabs your leg and rips you away from your children, much to their protests and small cries, you're caught under him and his caressing claws before you realize that his hunger is more.
It starts to make sense. Of course, Eclipse can teach them far more than you can about how to navigate their marine existant and how to properly hunt and not only take food from your hands. He teaches them how to sing, how to watch prey, how to use their strength and teeth to conquer. And you... you watch, realizing that you miss those bathtub days, but your boys are happy. They love Eclipse and Eclipse, well, when he's not tending to the children, he's spending time with you, laying his crossed arms on your lap to gaze up at you, insisting you accept a dead seal from him.
Maybe he has a bit of charm. And maybe you begrudgingly let you sing you to sleep when you're left fretting about Sun and Moon swimming late into the night on their own, but they're growing big. They don't fit in your arms anymore. You start to feel a little forgotten before you find all three sirens acting very suspiciously, your boys whispering before telling you that Dad—Eclipse wants to give you something. He softly presses a beautiful black pearl into your palm. You've never been much for anything that isn't practical, but it's beautiful, so you take it. Eclipse is pleased and so are the Sun and Moon. He steals a kiss from you. You don't mind.
You wanted to be left alone, but you find yourself in the siren's arms as you both watch a burning orange sunset and your sons playfully fighting in the small waves.
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drxmxss · 3 months
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do yall remember a week or two ago when taeyong liked that cute video of that couple staying up with their baby on reels…and everyone was like aww he wants to be a dad so bad how sweet…(or also that he wants to be pregnant but that’s neither here nor there)
edit: heres the link btw!
https://x.com/taeyongpictures/status/1739896348520980920?s=46
well! imagine you and him have been married over a year now and you start to notice he’s been having a bad case of baby fever.. always tagging you and sending you videos of cute little funny baby videos on tiktok and mommy vlogs saying “wouldn’t you look cute doing this?” and dragging you around the store to look at baby clothes bc how are hats that small!! just gushing and cooing at the itty bitty pink socks with bows and you swear you see a tear in his eye.
obviously you aren’t oblivious to this. you knew having a family was one of his goals, and it was yours too!! but both of you worked and even though he made enough to support the both of you and more, you’d assumed he would wait a while after marrying you, but after he had literally squealed in the middle of the store over a tiny pair of overalls you decided it was time to have the conversation with him again.
“honey…do you want to have a baby?” you ask softly one evening in bed, your arms are wrapped around his waist as you both start to fall asleep. taeyong almost breaks your arms flipping over so fast to look at you with bright wide eyes.
“why? do you? what brought this up? are you thinking about it?” he asks you quickly, hands on your shoulders. you smile softly at him, thinking how cute he looks when he’s so excited about this.
“well anyone would be stupid not to see how badly you do..you almost burst into tears looking at baby clothes and my entire fyp is just babies babies babies from everything you send me. you obviously do.” you say. taeyong frowns now, looking a little guilty “well yeah but..i don’t wanna pressure you if you aren’t ready..”
“Of course I’m ready my love..I just wanted to make sure you were.” you reply, hugging him close.
hearing that made taeyong snap almost instantly. that night he’d made it his mission to cum in you at least 3 times, saying “I don’t care if your birth control doesn’t wear off yet this is practice baby we gotta get ready for the real thing.” right after he makes a calendar marking the days of when you would be ovulating next.
“the real thing” turned into a big event for the two of you. you thought his baby fever would settle a but after telling him you were ready to start a family, but if anything it made it crazier. everyday he made sure to bend you over anywhere and everywhere to take him raw, at the blink of an eye he was ready and it always made you feel so special that he was that excited to breed you :(( he’d love how compliant you are and loves to just fill you up all day everyday. the thought of you round with his babies just sets something feral off in him.
and now instead of just looking at the baby clothes he was buying them by the rack not even bothering to care about the gender. “maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll have twins.” he’d tell you. everyday a package came with a new pair of booties. “im not even pregnant yet taeyong!” you say, opening another box to reveal another pair of footie pajamas the perfect size for a newborn.
“i know but isn’t it the cutest thing baby?” taeyong coos, folding the pajamas neatly and storing them in the already too full closet in your shared bedroom.
one night, while he’s scrubbing your skin softly in the bath after yet another attempt he whispers “i think this time worked darling..i feel it..”and the thought alone makes you beam, his fever starting to rub off on you more and more. “i think so too my love..” you mumble back, admiring the way the water and his arms feel around you.
a few weeks later, you start to feel a bit ill and decide to take taeyong with you to the doctors office, a positive pregnancy result makes the both of you giddy, all smiles and kisses in the little observation room.
“by the way” the doctor says, flipping a few pages on the chart, “it looks like it’s twins!congratulations!”
you have to catch taeyong before he falls to the floor, but the excitement doesn’t falter still.
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iwaijimes · 2 years
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hq boys when their kids are possessive of their mom
ft. iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader — PART 2
warnings: time skip!, fluff, suggestive on kiyoomi’s part, iwaizumi has twins, sakusa has four boys, ushijima has three daughters, not proofread 
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IWAIZUMI loves his two daughters a lot, so much that when both of them were born he cried so much that finished a whole pack of tissues. the twins were his carbon copy, the same hair colour, the same eyes, and sometimes for his own dismay, the same personality. after a rough and tiring day at work he decided to lay in bed with you, for iwaizumi your presence was so comforting and so relaxing, sometimes the way you touched his hair or just the way you treated him daily like he was the most fragile thing in the world, made him fall for you all over again. however, the silence that was once reingning on your room was interrupted by the sudden burst of you twins. “DADDY NO” the oldest shouted meanwhile the younger ran and placed herself between the two of you “dada no” she wrapped her tiny arms around you, placing her head on the crook of your neck “mommy is ours”. Iwaizumi sighs while making some space for the oldest stay at your side too “daddy don’t take us wrong but mama is more cool than you”, both of you smile at your daughters’ words “yeah, I think mama is cool too”. 
SAKUSA the day his first son was born he felt the happiest man in the world, he never thought that he could love you and his son so much, this same feeling kept growing after his second, third and fourth son, in all your pregnancies kiyoomi was the most supportive husband that you could ever ask for, even if your boys had some of your features and attitude they were the carbon copy of their dad, it was like if kiyoomi multiplied himself for four. however, as your family grew so did your privacy, and it wasn’t any surprise that sometimes, when you and your husband tried to have some time alone, one or even the four would interrupt and tag along (probably that’s why you bought an extra king size bed). it was Saturday when you and kiyoomi decided to lay on the couch while your kids where taking their afternoon nap, you felt your husband hands roaming from your shoulders till your lower back meanwhile his other hand was placed on your thigh, he started placing soft kisses on you neck until he found your lips, everything went smoothly until you heard a high pitched scream followed by a sudden crying. your three younger sons were making the show of their lives, meanwhile the oldest was just there looking at his younger brothers antics, they were acting as if they had just witnessed a murder, you could hear a mixture of “PAPA YOU CAN’T KISS MAMA” “PAPA MAMA IS MINE” “PAPA YOU’RE UGLY YOU CAN’T BE WITH MAMA”, you could see how a vein popped on kiyoomi’s forehead with the last words of his third son “oi kid, don’t say I’m ugly when the four of you look exactly like me”, instead of relieving the crying it just increased, you pinched kiyoomi’s arm while you tried to calm your three sons, “mama I think that you should make some space for them on the couch because they won’t stop until they’re with you” your eldest son said calmly. with a sigh you took the three boys in a way that they could all be more or less by your side, meanwhile kiyoomi was just at the end of the couch with crossed arms and a heavy pout. it seems that you will have to make it up for him. 
USHIJIMA wakatoshi and his lovely three daughters, what a lovely sight, people often say that girls tend to be more closer to their dads, well in wakatoshi’s case, his three daughters adored their mother a lot, don’t take me wrong, they love their dad too, but well, momma is a different case. it was Wednesday when wakatoshi happened to finish early practice, so he decided that instead of you going to pick up the girls it would be him. he arrived at home with your three gremlins, and before you could think the three of them jumped on you to greet you, their voices mixed as they tried to explain you how school went and the things they did. with a smile on his face ushijima approached you and greeted you giving a quick peck, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his daughters who went silent, before he could ask the younger one started saying “dada, from now on, you are forbidden from kissing mom”, the middle one nodded at her younger sister words, “dada has to ask us every time he wants to kiss mama, since he spends with her a lot of time” the oldest said with a determined look in her eyes. Ushijima laughed at her daughters words and with a defeated sigh he agreed with those “terms”, even if he knew he was aware of his daughters’ passion for you that didn’t stop him from spoiling and agree to everything they said, after all they took this possessiveness after him.
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burninlovebutler · 1 year
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Just an Intern // Part 3
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pairing: austin x makeup artist!reader | word count: 8.7k-ish
warnings: angst, smut, FLUFF???, confusing arrogant asshole!austin, one bed, alcohol, hot tub 👀, fingering, play fighting, lots of dialogue, fries lore lol, truth or dare, name calling, physical altercation, yelling, screaming, crying, i am so sorry (but not really), 18+ MDNI
summary: while the set of Bikeriders remains buried under snow, you're imprisoned at the nearest ski lodge, in the last vacancy with none other than your arch nemesis. as the novelty of a packed resort wears off quickly, you find yourself on a drunken adventure led by an unexpected partner in crime... literally.
PART 1 | PART 2 | see my masterlist for all other fics ♡
vibes: just an intern spotify playlist ⛓️
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Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before they touch my cheek
But I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed
Can you see his silhouette?
A glaring white morning light lulled you from your slumber. You were so warm and comfortable…. too warm and comfortable. Your eyes shot open and your body stilled completely the minute you sensed a heavy arm that was wrapped around your waist and a body pressed against your backside.
What the fuck
Last night’s events raced through your mind, remembering your transgressions with the actor vividly, but the end was quite fuzzy. All you remembered was going to shower then coming out to a completely dark room with Austin sleeping at the far edge of the twin sized bed, facing away from you. Then you slipped into bed, turned the opposite direction and fell asleep.
How the fuck did you end up being little spoon to the man that told you he’d rather rot in hell than sleep next to you. You stared at the wooden wall, following each swirl as if it would give you the answer to get out from this death trap of impending doom. You decided to take the plunge and try to slip from his grasp. A slight sleepy groan rumbled behind you made your eyes squeeze shut, like you were expecting a bomb to go off.
You knew exactly the song and dance it would ensue – some furious accusation and an insult.
Much to your surprise you felt him freeze just as you did then try to escape quietly. The realization hit that he perhaps didn’t know you were awake either. I mean realistically what would he reprimand you for? He was wrapped around you, what was he going to claim? That you forced him to play big spoon?
You chose to keep your place, taking advantage of the predisposition that you were still asleep. Besides it would give you just a sliver of peace before you had to go back to his ‘Intern’. There was a slight tug of sheets, then a cold emptiness when he pulled from the mattress.
He let out another hushed grunt then, “Fuck.” He mumbled to himself silently. You curiously opened one eye to observe him. He rounded the bed going to the dresser, tapping his fingertips across the top like he was looking for something. His hand landed on a pair of black rimmed glasses you hadn’t noticed when you went to bed in the dark. You couldn’t help but prop up a subtle brow.
Wanting to savor this little secret you stumbled upon, you decided to ‘wake up’ giving a performative stretch before cocooning yourself in the duvet. “Glasses huh?” You held back a ‘caught ya’ smirk, then a stifled giggle when you noticed him jump a tiny bit at the surprise.
He turned at the startle and instantly rolled his eyes. He hadn’t been awake not even 5 minutes and he was already annoyed with you. “Yes, I wear glasses, big whoop.”
“Well, I just didn’t know.” You tugged your bottom lip in trying not to laugh at his obviously embarrassed reaction.
“There’s lots of things you don’t know about me, Intern.” He spat back, turning to the phone ringing – to the tune of… Burnin Love? by Elvis? You were learning more about this man than you cared to know. He snatched his phone so fast, before it even got to the ‘hunka hunka’. Another thing he was clearly embarrassed about.
“What’s up?” While he spoke into the phone you found yourself distracted by the muscular lines of his bare back, just then noticing he was shirtless. His skin was golden and was toned like a swimmer. You followed the curvatures of his body down to were they met small dimples in his lower back then disappeared into blue stripped pajama pants.
His evidently aggravated groan snapped you out of your expedition down his body.
“Fucking great.” Bringing his hand to both temples. “We’re still fucking snowed in. We’re stuck here until tomorrow at least.”
Fuck
“I take it there are no other rooms available?”
“No Intern, obviously not, the roads are closed. Nobody can fucking leave.”
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You both went your separate ways and you couldn’t have been happier, finally getting a moment to breathe and relax. There was a tiny café within the resort that you hid in most of the day taking time to catch up on the book you had been neglecting. The snow outside continued to pile up with no end in sight. Your odds of escaping Austin weren’t looking very promising. While it was what you wanted, there was a part of you – the machoistic part of you – that didn’t want it to end, just yet.
Before you knew it, it was evening and you were trying to avoid the hotel room at all costs, not wanting to risk running into Austin. So, you found yourself at the same bar from the Landon incident yesterday. You pressed your palms against the bar ledge that was littered with your coworkers, including Landon out of the corner of your eye. He sent a chill up your spine, but he seemed distracted by some giggly extra.
“Vodka soda please.” You ordered from the rather attractive bar tender. Maybe you could end up in someone else’s bed that night, maybe it would stave off the remnants Austin’s touch left on you. Regardless you had a mission - getting fucking wasted. How else were you supposed to deal with the confusion clouding in your head?
About 2 vodka sodas in, an aggravated sigh came from your left, “You would be here.” Said the exact voice you were trying to elude.
“What the fuck does that mean?” You rolled your eyes turning to him. He wore a plain black shirt that hugged his toned arms, tight dark denim jeans and leather boots.
He shrugged, “You just would.” Evading the question. “I guess I don’t blame you, there’s nothing else open in here at night.”
“Exactly.” You agreed taking a sip of your third drink, sending a warmth through your veins, then down to your core at the sight of his skilled fingers wrapped around a half-drank bourbon on the rocks.
“Last call!” Boomed from the tattooed bar tender.
“What?” You questioned, surprised. You tapped your phone screen to wake the time, “What, it’s only 12?”
“Bar closes at 12 on Sundays.” The worker informed, beginning his closing duties by wiping down the counter.
“Augh.” Austin groaned easily downing the remainder of his drink and harshly landed it on the bar. Without another word he was already out the door, likely at one of the cast’s room parties that had been going on.
You were in no rush to be alone in a hotel room but after a stroll through an uneventful empty lobby you decided to call it a night.
Opening the door to your room you noticed something that had been hiding behind a curtain, a wide open door. Being under the impression that the actor would be in some room party, you hesitantly tiptoed across the room. Your mind ping-ponged between the possibilities.
Maybe a resident had found the wrong room
Maybe you found the wrong room
Maybe the door hadn’t been locked and was swung open by the vicious snowy winds
Maybe it was a ghost
Finally at the door you peered through it from the edge to find… a hot tub? The jetted pool sat on a wooden platform covered by the room above’s balcony. And there sat the asshole right in the middle with another full drink in his grasp.
“Where have you been!” The blonde called out in a playful tune, the alcohol evidently taken over his body. “Did you know we have a hot tub?” His voice almost excited.
“Uh…” The entire scene threw you completely off, you’d never so much as seen this man smile and now, he was lightly playing in the water. “Am I hallucinating or are you actually having a good time?”
“C’mon get in here.” He gestured to join him hurriedly, ignoring your question.
“Austin it’s fucking freezing, you’re insane.” You thought he was even crazier when you realized that he was shirtless, because what else would you wear in a jacuzzi. “I’m not getting in there.” Shaking your head vehemently.
“It’s warm in here c’mon.” His gestures even more exaggerated through the steam that brewed above the water.
You shifted from one foot to another and chewed on your lip weighing your options. What else were you going to do? And who were you to turn down a hot tub?
“Augh fine.” You huffed, peeling your shirt over your head and unzipping then dropping your jeans. A blast of cold wind hit your bare body, covered only in a bra and panties. Your arms immediately wrapped around yourself shivering as you shuffled across the wood slats and up the short stairs.
You let out a relieved sigh once your shoulders were below the warm water across from him. “You’re fucking crazy.”
He gave you his signature eye roll, “Loosen up will ya? You’re always so stiff.”
You couldn’t help but let out loud scoff, “Me? Nah, that’s all you Actor.”
He let a chuckle as he lulled his head back, his arms resting on the edge of the tub. “Yeah, I guess I could stand to loosen up a little.”
“That’s a fucking understatement.” The edges of your lips tied into a smile.
“Hey,” He furrowed his thick brows at you, his face only illuminated by the blue tone of the pool. “That’s not very nice.” A light flick of water propelled at you from his fingertips.
“Hey!” You dodged the attack, “That wasn’t very nice.” Splashing warm water back at him.
“Oh, I don’t think you wanna play this game, Intern.” He brows propped up throwing another wave of water at you.
“Oh, I think I do Actor.” Swimming diagonal from him giving you a new angle to battle him with a rush of water.
He feigned surprise, “You’re goin’ down.” Mimicking your actions, getting you good that time, soaking you completely.
A giggle left your mouth as you attempted to swim in the opposite direction splashing him back once more. You heard another foreign laugh from him matching yours. “No, you’re goin’ down buddy.”
In some miscalculation you ended up near him and mid splashing war you felt familiar sizable hands take hold of your waist pulling you into his lap.
What kinda twilight zone were you in when this menace was play fighting and giggling with you?
After the initial stun of the move, you caught your breath your eyes meeting his. The ebbing waves from the tub reflected into his aqua eyes, the ripples of the water seemed to swim in them.
Silence fell between you both as the laughter had dissipated and the only communication was in your stare. You tried to place his thoughts by analyzing his eyes. At that point you had gotten fairly good at reading him though this sight was new, and you had no clue at what was behind it.
His eyes flickered between yours and your lips, the proximity of him now very apparent. The scent of bourbon laid thick on his breath. Your own air lodged in your throat as you took in the sight of him. Under the glow of the moon, he looked so soft, a lens you’d never seen him through before. He was so exquisite like that - flushed rosy cheeks, drunken glossy eyes and all.
Your entire body froze when his lips met yours, his arms wrapping around your torso. Whether it was the alcohol, the moon or your genuine desire, something let yourself melt into it fully. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss. You expected him to escalate it with his tongue the way he did before, but he didn’t, his lips just took yours in completely.
You decided to take the plunge and slide your tongue against his bottom lip asking for entrance and he complied. His hands slid up your sides pulling you closer and your hands tangled into the little curls at the nape of his neck. The entire experience was different than any other time you’d hooked up with him, it mirrored his current demeanor – soft, gentle. He wasn’t groping and squeezing like he normally did, he just held you as your tongues danced together.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and found a not surprising prominent bulge beneath you. A groan rumbled in his chest when you pressed your panty-covered warmth against his boxer-covered erection.
As you grinded against him, the feeling of his tip nudging your bundle made you so desperate to relieve the rampant buzzing in your core. It was making you weak and was distracting you from the kiss. You reluctantly pulled from his soft lips and fell onto his shoulder letting out tiny whimpers as he rocked his hips against you.
He pressed full kisses in the curvature of your neck causing a churning in your tummy that wasn’t arousal, but something different. Something familiar but you couldn’t quite place. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled into your shoulder, his voice deep and dripping in liquor.
A short breathy whimper involuntarily escaped you, “You think so?” Your inner voice taking no time in reprimanding you for seeking validation from such a douchebag. His names for you weren’t normally so kind, nevertheless a compliment.
“Mhm,” He hummed against your shoulder, his hand tangling in your hair as he peppered kisses across your skin. “The prettiest.” He whispered below your ear, unleashing a kaleidoscope of butterflies throughout your chest, your ribcage locking them in. You knew it was the alcohol talking but you clung to every word.
You were so needy for him that only small moans left your mouth, “Please Austin, I need your cock.” You breathed out, your heart beating so hard you thought it might pop out. Your hips rutted against his length the wet material of your panties allowing your lips to part around his shaft, teasing him with your entrance. “Please?” Exaggerating your whine.
He groaned at your actions, fingers harshly digging into your thighs. “No.” He said simply, his touch now gliding up your thighs, “Let me take care of you.”
His response took you by surprise, “W-what?” You stuttered but didn’t pull from him. A hand drew up your inner thigh, scorching the skin it passed, then fingers up your panties.
“Let me take care of you baby.” He repeated, his fingertips easily pulling your panties to the side and rolled the pads of his fingers around your clit. A gasp left your lips at the sudden pleasure.
“Fuck.” You faintly muttered against his neck and leaned into his touch. “Please. I need you.” Your right hand tugging at his hair and the left curling into his shoulder.
“I wanna try something, do you trust me?” He asked, the question throwing you off, both at what he could possibly be thinking and whether you knew the answer. It occurred to you that it was the second time he’d asked you that impossible question, the first time in the saloon on set. You wondered on what planet he was living on where he had given you any reason to trust him. If anything, he should be the last person on earth to trust. And yet, you lied, “Hm- Yes.” Curious to find out his idea.
He purred against your shoulder and gently lifted your hips off of him then placed you across his lap. With one hand he slid your panties down your legs and draped it over the edge of the pool. You held onto him by an arm around his neck as his hand slid up your thighs again and spread them wide.
The pads of his fingers once again found your core, rounding your swollen nub then down dipping into your entrance. “Fuck.” You breathed out as his digits curled into your sweet spot. You let him float you to the edge of the tub, it was unclear to you why until you felt the strong stream of water from one of the jets. A sharp gasp fell from your lips at the immediate pressure.
“Oh my god,” Your chest was heaving, and your nails dug into his back. While the jet took care of your clit, his fingers were taking care of your core, fucking you in a way you never thought fingers could. It was rhythmic like a choreographed dance, every pump into your pussy landed in a curl into your g-spot and you never knew you could feel so much pleasure from so many areas at once. Your heart was thumping in your throat with a tight knot in your stomach threatening you to unravel already. “Oh my god Austin.”
“I know baby, I know.” He continued his plight on your neck, trailing passionate kisses all over it. “Feels good doesn’t it?” He asked.
“Y-Yeah- Fuck.” You could barely hear him over the pounding in your ears. His little experiment with you was overriding every nerve, waves of tingling pleasure washing through you, even causing your toes to curl. “Fuck Aus, I’m close I’m so fucking close.” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut barely holding on to your sanity. The bliss was practically numbing your brain, every thought was him, only him. His eyes that could make you wet with just one look, his plump lips that stamped kisses all over you, his skilled tongue against your own and even better on your clit, the curve of his neck and collar bone where you’d place your own kisses, his agile hips that allowed him to drill his perfect fucking cock into you. Right then you could’ve sworn he was some Greek god from the insurmountable euphoria that possessed your body.
His mouth pulled your skin into a suck while his tongue swirled over the darkening spot. “Let it out baby c’mon, cum for me.” His deep voice rumbled against your neck. That and a perfectly synchronized hit of the jet stream on your throbbing bundle and his fingers curved into you, set off your climax. The height of your orgasm ripped through you so violently that your moans were completely silent – which you we’re grateful for because you knew your coworkers were just above you. Your nails dug into his shoulder and your thighs clamped around his hand and you heard him let out a sort of entertained chuckle. If you weren’t underwater your juices most definitely would’ve soaked his thigh completely.
Once fully spent, you fell limp on his chest, heavy breaths flowing into his neck, “Fuck.” You murmured. His arm curled around your waist, pulling you closer against him. The act was so intimate compared to… well any other interaction you’d had with him. He was always so cold and rigid, now he was tender and warm. You blinked up at him, his focus on the stars above you. Even his moonlit features were soft compared to his normal sharp edges. “You sure like to use water fixtures as sex toys huh.” You tugged a lip between your teeth hoping the joke would land.
He took a moment to respond, his brows scrunching together before looking down at you, “Huh?”
You let out a tiny giggle, “Because the faucet on set-“
“Oh oh, yeah!” He boomed a drunken laugh straight from deep in his chest, “Yeah, I guess I do.” Looking down at you, for a moment you couldn’t tell the difference between the stary midnight sky behind him and the twinkling navy in his eyes. “Did you not like it? Because it seemed like you did-“ His voice sounded almost insecure, as if he was worried about disappointing you. The hint of insecurity echoed the one from earlier in the hotel room, about his glasses.
“No, no I definitely do.” You laughed, pulling yourself up to wrap both arms around his neck, straddling him once again. “I’ve just never been with someone so… innovative.” Your lips pressed together to stifle a chuckle.
The joke earned you another hearty laugh from the glowing blonde, which made you realize you’d barely heard him laugh before, nonetheless smile. And right now, he was a grinning mess, and he hadn’t even cum. From the lack of stiffness beneath you it seemed that the alcohol had taken its toll. Under any other circumstances, if there was a more competitive game at play, you would’ve tried your hardest to return the favor. But he was giggly and touchy and the nicest you’d ever seen him, you didn’t want to cut it short, so you laid against his shoulder again just taking in his breathing.
“You’re pretty funny.” He said once he caught his breath from laughing.
“Yeah?” You blushed and a giant grin pulled at your lip’s edges, for some reason you felt embarrassed and hid further into his neck. “I’m glad you think so.” You whispered beneath his ear and molded your body further around his, taking advantage of his warmth. He reciprocated, wrapping you up in his arms.
Silence fell for what felt like an eternity and you thought for sure the moment was about to end, and this unicorn version of asshole actor would disappear. But he surprised you yet again.
“I’m hungry.” He stated simply, “I want fries.”
You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “What?”
“I want fries!” He repeated, matter-of-factly. “We should go get fries.”
“Austin, where the fuck are we gonna get fries? The kitchens are closed and it’s not like we can DoorDash in a snowstorm.” You stated the obvious, sitting up in his lap.
You watched the gears churning in his head as if it was a difficult equation before the most mischievous playful smirk spread across his face. Immediately you knew it couldn’t mean anything good. “Austin,” You warned, propping up a cautious eyebrow, “What are you thinking.”
He practically threw you off of him, landing you to be floating alone in what now seemed like a giant empty ocean without him in it. He scrambled quickly into the hotel room, dripping water across the carpet, only in some plaid boxers. Once the blur of the action caught up to you, you followed suit, nearly flying out of the tub into the freezing cold air. “What are you doing!” You called after him as he hastily dried off with a towel and changed into sweats and a hoodie faster than you’d ever seen anyone move.
The mischievous smile never left his face in his hurried actions and stayed focused on his mission. In that moment you realized you were now babysitting a drunken toddler. Like any good caretaker, you matched his speed but soon remembered your limited wardrobe choices. He was already halfway out the door and the only reasonably warm and accessible choices were another hoodie and pair of sweats from his duffle.
“Austin!” You first shouted loudly after him, stumbling out the door trying to slide fully into your sneakers. Then in a more hushed yell, not wanting to wake the entire lodge at 2 am. “Where are you going!”
“Fries!” He threw over his shoulder as he booked it down the stairs.
“Hey! Slow down!” Taking a moment to catch your breath before following him down the two flights of mahogany stairs. “You couldn’t have taken the elevator at least?”
Finally, you caught up to him, standing in front of the restaurant that hosted the rotating buffet during the day. You leaned over attempting to catch your breath gripping your chest, reminding you that maybe a weekly gym day wouldn’t hurt. “They’re clearly closed Aus.” You huffed out, gesturing your arm at the darkened restaurant. The way it was laid out was that the floor was open so the buffet serving areas and seating were open, but the kitchen was locked. He was bent over eyeing the lock. “You’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking, are you?”
“Hmmm.” He hummed and stood up to face you, he held his tongue between his lips as he seemed to analyze you, then reached into your damp hair and plucked out a bobby pin you had forgotten was in there. He went back to his crouched position, unfolding the metal accessory in his sizable hands.
“No no no.” You whispered, “Austin you’re gonna get us in trouble what are you doing!”
“I’m opening a door that we found, already open y/n, obviously.” He slid the pin into the keyhole and wiggled it around.
“Oh god you’re really doing this aren’t you.” You brought a hand to your temple.
It didn’t take long for the doorknob to click open, probably because the hotel didn’t think patrons would be breaking in. “Aha!” He proclaimed, flinging the door open and turning on the blinding overhead lights. Relief washed over you when you didn’t hear immediate alarms blaring.
“I fucking can’t believe you’re doing this.” You exasperated, dropping your arms at your sides, “You know there aren’t going to be just magically fresh fries right?”
“Relax Intern,” His mission stayed focused on pillaging the stainless-steel industrial kitchen for his desired snack. “I know what I’m doing.” Waving you off.
“Oh,” You placed both hands on your hips, “You break into kitchens often?”
He shot you an unimpressed look, “No, if you must know,” He somehow miraculously found the frozen fries. “I used to work in a kitchen, I know how to make some pretty fuckin’ dope fries.” He inspected the knobs of the deep fryer and clicked it to a high setting.
“Oh, you mean before you were just an actor?” You sassed, crossing your arms across your chest and popping out a hip.
He rolled his eyes at you, “Believe it or not I was once a struggling actor.” The fries sizzled in the oil when he dunked an obscene amount of into the appliance.
“Ah, I see the humbleness didn’t stick around.” You teased back, walking over to the wall and flipped off 3/4ths of the blinding fluorescent lights, leaving only the one’s above the counters.
He shot you another glare, “Keep talkin’ like that and ya aren’t gonna get any fries.”
You contemplated continuing your defiance but ultimately decided the midnight snack was more important. They were already in the fryer after all, might as well follow through.
He drew the fries from the oil, threw them into a giant silver bowl, and salted them like a pro, tossing them in the air and everything.
You ended up on the floor of the dark kitchen, sat across from him binging on the perfectly golden fries and a random wine bottle you’d found. For someone who was evidently wasted, they were beyond impressive. “Damn, you weren’t lying, these are so fucking good.” You complimented then shoved a handful of salty fries into your mouth. On a first date, you’d never eat like that in front of anyone, but this wasn’t a first date, this was a drunken adventure with an asshole.
“I told you.” He went for another fistful of salted potatoes. “I was the best damn line cook that surf and turf place had ever seen.” He sassed, waving a fry for extra attitude.
Your eyes rolled involuntarily, “You so would work at a surf and turf restaurant.”
He feigned insult with a dropped jaw, “What is that supposed to mean!”
You giggled and shrugged, taking a sip from the wine bottle. “You just give that typa vibe.” You teased, covering your mouth to hide the chuckle that threatened to erupt.
“Well, that’s not very nice.” He picked up a fry and tossing it at you. He shot a smirk at you then stole the wine bottle, taking a long swig. His plump lips molded around the bottle opening, his adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow.
You gasped, “You’re not very nice.” You plucked a fry from the heap and hurled it back at him. His gaze turned to a playful one, moving slowly to the bowl scooping a bundle of fries and heaving them at you.
“You’re a fucking child you know that?” Your tone serious but gasping an equal bit of fries while he was focused on your expression, throwing it right back at him. First the water fight and now this? Who the fuck abducted Actor and who was sitting across from you?
“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” He sat up on his knees, taking a fistful of your improvised dinner and aimed a bit too close to your face. Your hands immediately covered your eyes, “Ow!” You whined, sitting back on your legs, “You hit my eye!”
Instantly you heard him move the bowl and wine out of the way to cross the gap between you. “Oh my god I’m so sorry.” The hands that normally had been so rough on you, now delicately holding onto your wrists.
“It really hurts.” You whimpered, not moving your hands from your face.
“I didn’t mean to y/n, I swear.” He said softly then gently tugging at your hands. “C’mon let me see, we can wash out your eyes or something.”
A mischievous smirk spread across your lips beneath your hands, taking the fries that landed on you and smushing them into his chest. “Ha! I gotcha!”
Utter shock softened his face once he realized he’d been played. “That’s not fucking funny, I thought I- that I had-“ He struggled to find his words amidst the swirl of competitiveness and deception. It seemed as though his thoughts had halted as he watched your expression. The silence bounding around the industrial kitchen was haunting, unsure as to whether he was actually upset or if he would counter your move.
While you were attempting to decipher his motives, he abruptly took your cheeks into his large hands and pulled you into a kiss. The way his lips felt pressed against yours sent flutters down into your tummy, but they were different than the usual flurries of desire he gave you, these almost made you sick.
It took no time for your own hands to find a home tangled his hair. He inched forward indicating that he wanted you to lay back and you obeyed the silent request, slowly leaning back to land flat against the thankfully freshly mopped floor.
The kiss was tender, not hungry or ravenous, not even pushing to enter your mouth. In that moment, he wasn’t looking for anything more than that.
Your lips stayed locked for what seemed like a lifetime. A part of you almost grew uncomfortable at the intimacy, reflexively wanting to deepen the kiss. That’s all he’d ever wanted before after all, wasn’t it? You’d never had just a kiss before, with no ulterior motives. Why would he?
So, you wanted to fast forward to the part you knew was coming, not wanting to linger in a meaningless moment longer than necessary. You couldn’t afford to hold onto a fantasy, nor did you want to. But every muscle in your body ceased to function. His hands held your face and drew the pads of his thumbs across your cheekbones gently while your fingers traveled through his hair like a maze.
He was the exactly that - a maze, a human embodiment of one. You followed each path of his thinking you figured the way out, only to find you had no idea what you were doing or where you were going. You were trapped within an impossible labyrinth you never meant to enter.
His lips struggled to demagnetize from yours and hovered above your face. His navy eyes swirled reluctance, seemingly lost in some maze of his own. “I uh-“ He sat back on his legs, scratching the back of his head and eyes diverting from you. “We should probably head back to the room.”
And just like that, you reached another dead end in his labyrinth.
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When you woke the next morning, the bed was empty. At first it took you by surprise, then a pit formed in your stomach. It was naïve of you to think that your drunken adventures with a rare Austin would change anything, foolish to think that version of him would stick around in the sober daylight. You wanted so badly to believe that wasn’t the truth, but you knew it was.
It dawned on you, why did that pit even form? This was the shithead that tormented you at work, treated you like shit and called you insufferable. In what twisted reality should you be sad that the illusion of a decent human fueled by alcohol didn’t stay for breakfast. At what point did you decide you wanted that version of him to stay? That’s not really what you want, was it? Of course not.
You brought your palms and pressed them into your eyes in a feeble attempt to clear out the thoughts swirling in your head. In a swift fling of the thick bedding, you unglued yourself from the bed, shuffling over to the window to check on the snow status. Thick snow still coated every surface, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as before, which meant that you’d probably be freed from this prison in the next day or two.
“Thank fucking god.” You mumbled to yourself, instinctively tucking your arms into your sides when you felt a chill. It was only then that you realized that you were still wearing his clothes. For whatever reason, you did a quick scan of the room as if someone would see you pulling up the collar of the hoodie taking an inhale. It smelled like him mingled with his cologne, a woodsy musk. You mentally scolded yourself when the tinge of longing filled your chest. Why the fuck would you miss him?
Then the memory of you sitting with him on the kitchen floor flashed across your mind pulling a giddy grin across your lips. “Fucking stop it.” Smacking your palm into your forehead. You shook your head trying to shake out whatever fucked up disease had taken over your mind, that was the only explanation for what you were feeling. The best way you could think of trying to remedy this ailment of yours was to take a long, hot shower. Maybe it’d wash it all away.
Once in the bathroom you let out a groan when you noticed all the towels were used and thrown about. “Fucking men.”
You headed down to the lobby and got the attention of a clerk. “Hi sorry to bother you but could I possibly get some more towels?”
“Sure of course! It’s no bother sweetie.” The middle-aged attendant sweetly smiled before heading into the back office.
She returned with a tower of fresh white towels. “There you go hon.” Placing them on the granite counter in front of you, “Your boyfriend use ‘em all?” She questioned in a joking tone.
You reflexively scoffed, “He’s definitely not my boyfriend.”
“Hm.” She pressed her lips together as if she had more to say but didn’t want to divulge.
“What?” You asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Well it’s just- well I remembered you both from the night the snowstorm first hit so-“ She seemed to be trying to piece together some pieces of a puzzle in her head.
“…Mhm?” You urged on curious as to where this could possibly be going.
“So, when we had a vacancy open up yesterday, we called and asked him if he wanted to take it.” You knitted your brows together as you now tried to piece together the puzzle. “And well… he declined. So, I just assumed…”
“He turned down a room to himself?” You repeated for clarification, which was met with a timid nod, obviously feeling guilty for sharing personal information. “I uh, I have to go.” You stated shortly, snatching the tower of towels, “Thank you so much!” You thanked while you quickly made it back to the room.
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After your much needed long, hot shower you decided to roam the all-inclusive resort. The only perk of being there was that there was decent amount of things to do during the day. From bars to in house casinos, arcades, spas, even a bowling alley. While you told yourself it was because you were bored, in the pit of your tummy there was a part of you that hoped you’d bump into your…enemy?
You wandered around the wooden halls of the resort with a pamphlet of all your options. Each corridor, room and lobby were decorated in typical lodge décor, animal heads on the wall, buffalo print everything, luxurious fireplaces. Everything except the deer heads was stunning, if you visited under different circumstances the mini vacation would’ve been a tranquil little getaway.
Since Austin supposedly hated you, Landon was a creep and Tom had his own friend group, you were alone. There was a door at the very end of the hallway that intrigued you. Once you peered in you saw a much cozier den-style bar, a huge square sectional couch facing a stone fireplace. On the opposite a very quaint bar. As you scanned the room for possible acquaintances you landed on a group of familiar faces.
“Y/N!” Called Tom, “You’re just in time. We’re just about to play truth or dare!”
What we were in 6th grade?
You locked eyes with your resident tormentor, because of course he’d be there. There was a split second where you thought things would be different after last night but when he gave you a warning look to decline the game offer, you knew it was a pipe dream. That gentle, playful man from the hot tub and the kitchen was gone, just like that. Then, the hatred you’d always felt before piped back into you, like a coffee pot filling with molten hot caffeine. Keeping eye contact with him the edges of your lips curled into a cocky smile, “Sounds great.” You sauntered over to the place next to Tom that faced opposite of Austin.
A few rounds of the game ensued, nothing too juicy at first but the game soon heated up when the group had downed a fair number of drinks. It was a stagehand’s turn to dare Austin. The brunette male, who had been working near many of your interactions together, gave him a playful smirk, “I dare you…” His eyes landed on you, “To make out with y/n.”
How fucking juvenile
You weren’t sure why the absolute jarring panic settled into your stomach, but Austin’s expression of immediate disgust didn’t help.
“I’m not doing that.” He said sternly, his tone oddly irritated.
“Oh, c’mon dude, it’s just a kiss.” The stagehand, Ryan, prodded jokingly.
“No. I’m not fucking doing it, give me a truth.” His brows low and knitted, eyes dark and mean.
“Fine.” Ryan, clearly annoyed and drunk, matched his unnecessarily angry tone, “Have you fucked the intern?” The question hushed every person around the fireplace, an uneasy tension filled in the air.
Blood rushed to Austin’s face and a vein pulsed in his forehead. He was trying to restrain his anger, squeezing his fists to stave it off. Your own steaming coffee pot was on the verge of overflowing.
Whether it was the tequila or something else that fueled you was unclear but you balled up your own fists, and before you could stop yourself, the words flew out, “I’m not a fucking intern!” You boomed out louder than intended and shooting you straight up on your feet.
Austin rolled his eyes, sharply pushing off from the couch, “I’m fuckin’ outta here.” He scoffed, headed for the doorway.
“Answer the question you fuckin’ pussy!” Called a way too far gone Ryan. “We already know the answer.” He added in a cocky snide.
Any sinister look you’d ever seen on Austin didn’t compare to the one that bore into Ryan. You were surprised his fist wasn’t bashed into his face already, if there weren’t so many witnesses he probably would’ve been pummeled to a mush.
 “Let’s get this fucking straight.” He hissed, his eyes locked on Ryan, never once glancing at you, like you weren’t even in the room. “I have never and will never put my hands on such a low budget, low level, filthy whore nobody of an Intern.”
Your jaw nearly hit the floor at his words, a consequential dagger speared right through your intestines. You knew he hated you, he called you insufferable. You knew he hated you, you knew it even after last night, but you never expected him to say such vile words about you. A lump formed in your throat and tears welled in your eyes, but you couldn’t cry there – not in front of all your coworkers, not after being completely and utterly humiliated. Every ounce of alcohol in your bloodstream fueled your stomp over to him and didn’t even realize what you had done until you felt your palm stinging like a bitch from landing on his face. His hand instantly reaching to cover his newly red cheek from your slap, his eyes wide in disbelief, then narrowed with furious realization.
“Fuck you,” You attempted to hide the quiver in your voice, “You fucking rotten, disgusting, repulsive human being.” Your teeth clenched, you knew your little outburst could very well get you fired but there was too much rage and liquor in your body to care.
He did nothing, not a brow raise, not a twist in his face, nothing. Perhaps he’d never had someone talk back to him like that. Without further explanation he just pushed past you, knocking your shoulder back with his weight. The gravity of what just happened settled into your chest, having such a cruel intimate moment in front of all your colleagues was probably the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you. Something you’d never be able to forget, something you could never forgive. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt all eyes on you and your heart began to race feeling the purest form of ‘flight’ mode you’d ever had in your life.
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When you escaped there was no sign of Austin in sight. You knew he had to have gone back to the room, hopefully to pack his shit and leave. And if he wasn’t then you would, even if you had to beg to stay in someone’s room. All the way up the elevator your heart thumped against your rib cage, shaking out your hands and taking deep breaths mentally preparing yourself for confrontation.
You unlocked the door and found him standing there, looking like he got there just before you did. The anxiety of the confrontation dissipated the moment you laid eyes on his hardened face. “Get out.” You stated harshly, brushing past him yourself mimicking his actions from before.
“Intern there’s nowhere for me to fucking go.” His voice already raised and ready for battle, “I’m not fucking happy about it either but-“
Your brows scrunched together downwards, steam practically pouring from your ears. “You’re a liar! A filthy fucking liar! Get. Out.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not lying-“ He began but his incessant voice was driving you more livid by the minute.
“I know about the fucking vacant room Austin.” You growled, using his name and not Actor to let him know how serious you were. Just from how he opened his mouth to speak you could tell he was about to lie again so you beat him to it. “The front desk lady told me. Tell me Austin, if you hate me so goddamn much then why didn’t you just take the room? To fuck with me? To take me on some stupid drunken adventure to trick me into thinking you actually have a heart?”
He stayed silent, which only made you angrier. You just called him out on his bullshit, and he couldn’t even react. “Actually no, you know what? I’m the fucking liar. Because out there I called you a human being, but you’re too fucked up to be a human, you’re a fucking cockroach – I try to stomp you out but you keep fucking coming back.” When the words left there was an immediate sense of release, everything that had built up in your system spilled out.
“Oh, I’m a cockroach? If I’m such a cockroach, then why do you keep coming back for more huh?” He hissed, his arrogant scrunched face pissed you off even more. He had no right to talk to you like that after what he did. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I was making you cum.” Purposely using jarring sexual defenses to hurt you.
You thought lava was about to start seeping through your skin, what made it worse was that you didn’t have an answer. “Augh!” You grunted, pacing in a short lap, your fingers curling around air. “You are so fucking infuriatingly heartless it’s nauseating!”
He scoffed, “Well, I may be heartless, but you’re fucking naïve.” He snarled. “Naïve to think I would ever actually enjoy your company outside of your body.”
Your jaw dropped, tears pricked your eyes again realizing how senseless you were to have thought he was anything else but the arrogant, cruel man you met that first day on set. The building rage turned your tears into a terrifying laugh, “Oh, my body huh? That’s funny because out there you said you’d never touch me, when in there” Pointing to the back door leading to the hot tub, “You touched me with nothing in return for you. You were the one who wanted to ‘take care of me’, you held me, you called me pretty!” The ending sounding so pathetic, instantly regretting the vulnerability knowing it would be used as ammo.
He cackled, “Oh c’mon Intern you can’t be serious, nobody ever taught you not to believe the things men say when they’re drunk? It didn’t mean anything, I was drunk, I lied.”
The words sliced like blades and every ounce of restraint drained from your body. “You are by far the worst person I’ve ever had the disgrace of knowing. I wish I never fucking met you. If I could go back in time, I would turn down my apprenticeship. My apprenticeship, because I’m not and have never been a fucking intern!” Your voice raised into a yell, “I would throw away my entire career if it meant I could avoid ever crossing paths with you.”
A few moments passed and he was still there, silent and blank. You couldn’t read him at all, if he was angry or sad or insulted. He could’ve easily turned it on you, but he didn’t. He just stared at you.
Everything from the first day on set to the day of the snowstorm, yesterday and everything in between, compounded in your mind. Every insult, every backhanded comment, every accusation replayed in your head. No one had ever made you feel as low and as shitty as he did. The lump from before reclaimed its place in your throat and tears began to pool in your eyes, finally needing real answers. “Why do you treat me like this huh? Why do you say the horrible things you say to me? Call me all the vile names you do? What did I ever fucking do to you?” While you were holding back tears your voice remained furious and combative. “Why do you fucking hate me!”
His brows furrowed and his sharp jaw noticeably clenched, “You’re just fucking infuriating and annoying and it- it just drives me fucking insane!”
“What does! What the fuck do I do that bothers you so fucking much!” You nearly screamed out.
“You- just-“ He was grasping at straws, “No matter how much I try to hate you I fucking can’t!” His words darted from his tongue faster than he had time to process. His widened eyes gave away how much he regretted his slip up.
“W-What?” You stuttered out confused, that being the last thing you expected him to say. The rapid thumping of your heart accelerated, allowing only short breaths and you even felt a little lightheaded. You were overloaded, angry, confused, hurt, heartbroken, embarrassed. The small bit of control you had left was gone and the tears made their full appearance.
The minute he noticed the tears streaming down your face, Austin’s twisted face softened right before your eyes, even softer than the night before. “I-“ He stepped towards you but you immediately winced and recoiled from him.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” You cried out wiping the tears from your face in an attempt to halt them.
In true Austin fashion, he didn’t listen, and his hands found your own on your cheeks. In an even stranger turn of events, he leaned down and placed a long kiss on your lips. Then he gently pulled your hands from your face, you looked up at him with watery puzzled eyes. You instinctively smacked his arm to push him away, but his strong arm didn’t budge.
He cupped your cheeks in his hands and placed a tender kiss under each stream of tears. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly after each kiss. Every single action he did was like a twisted turn on rickety rollercoaster ride. He returned to your lips, pressed another kiss followed with, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, an extra pillowy light kiss, “I’m sorry.” He repeated, another kiss, another apology. He trailed his lips down to just below your ear, stamping additional kiss there, “I’m sorry.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as he pressed another sloppy kiss below your ear, “I’m sorry.” No matter how furious you were didn’t stop the butterflies in your tummy. A longer, sloppier kiss further down your neck with a raspy, “I’m sorry.” Sent a buzzing through your chest and directly to your hips.
Maybe it was the same for you, no matter what horrible things he did or said to you, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you hated him, you couldn’t. Maybe you were just as fucked up as he was.
“I’m sorry, let me show you how much.” He muttered against your skin, his fingers delicately smoothing down your sides like he was plucking a harp.
The shift from abhorrent to sweet gave you whiplash, not knowing which one was genuine. You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing any tears out, the salty liquid dripping off your chin. “Austin, I can’t.” You breathed out, the panic attack-like heaving never left. “Austin, you literally just humiliated me in front of everyone. You called me a filthy whore nobody, in front of everyone.” Reluctantly pulling from his grasp. His once venomous eyes now soft and apologetic, but that’s exactly what he did wasn’t it? He’d wrap you back in his hold like prey, constrict you until you were blue in the face, still hypnotizing you with snake eyes. You were a rat and he a cobra trapped in a 10 gallon tank, and he was still convincing you that he wasn’t trying to consume you whole. “I just can’t. I just- I respect myself too much. And I need you to go. I need to be alone.”
He stepped towards you once more, his fingertips ran down the back of your arms reaching your hands, taking them tenderly into his. “I’m so sorry y/n. I won’t do it again. I promise.” He bargained in a tone so quiet you’d think he was paranoid of people hearing him from behind the walls. “I’ll never talk like that ever, ever again.”
“Austin, I don’t know what you want from me.” You slipped from his hands, “But there won’t be another ‘again’. You were right the other day on set, this shouldn’t have happened.” Your voice cracked, “I need you to leave. Now.”  
His look faltered, a look you’d only ever seen on the faces of defeated Olympians. “Okay.” He said lowly, stepping forward and cupping your face then pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His misty blue eyes looked down at you, “If you ever wanna cash in that apology, you know where to find me.”
Without another word he gathered his things and left to find the other room. The minute he was out the door, every emotion you had suppressed from the event took over. You doubled over gripping onto your stomach as you heaved, rivers of tears pouring from your eyes. Tight twists and knots wrapped around your abdomen, constricting you like the snake he was.
You stumbled to the bed and fell in it, wrapping the sheets around you and like a 15-year-old with their first heartbreak, you wailed into the pillow. You never felt so worthless, so pathetic, so stupid. You were so fucking stupid for letting him slither his way into you the way he did. How could anyone talk about someone like that? Someone who just last night was so sweet and gentle with you. Someone who said they didn’t mean any of it but then wanted to apologize so tenderly?
It made you sick to think how you let such evil into your body. You weren’t even able to say that you missed the red flags, you didn’t, you saw them clearly and raced past them. He showed you exactly who he was, and still let yourself believe he was something he wasn’t.
Yeah, your house was now haunted, but you were the one who invited the demon in.
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bleachedhallways · 2 months
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lullaby & goodnight. ⌇ lrh.
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A/N: i have a soft spot for dad!au’s & the idea of luke being a father makes me super soft, so i wanted to indulge in my silly little fantasies.
summary: in which, your daughter is having a hard time falling asleep & luke knows exactly how to center her.
word count: 1,000+ words.
“Ollie, baby, please–”
“No.” The young girl pouts, arms crossed over her chest with her favorite plush toy held in the grip of her tiny fingers. “No, no, no!”
“Ophelia, you need to sleep. How else will you have the energy to hang out with Daddy tomorrow?” A rhetorical question, yet you hope your five-year-old has the understanding and sense to answer it; Ophelia was incredibly smart for her age and seemed to be quite mature, however, she was a child and children will do as they please, no matter how old of a soul they already seem to be. 
The tiny blonde shakes her head dramatically before looking away from you. At this point, you’re ready to admit defeat and let her stay up for as long as she wants, or at least, until she tires herself out doing whatever it was that she wanted to do. However, you wanted to sleep and your husband was in your home studio, finishing up a tune that he’d been working on for days, so grabbing him to help with your stubborn daughter was, in your mind, out of the question. You couldn’t leave her unattended, you’d feel like a shitty mother if you did and Ollie was too young to be on her own. 
“Is there anything I can do to help you fall asleep?” You inquire, eyebrows knit together in hopes that there was a solution to this scenario. You’re met with large, doe-like eyes, the hue of them a replica of your own. Your daughter’s gaze is innocent, yet a hint of mischief lies in the depths of her irises. 
“No, but Daddy can.” 
Of course. Ophelia was a Daddy’s girl, through and through. She and Luke shared a bond unlike one you’ve ever encountered and had each other wrapped around their fingers. Whenever you three had family outings, there were moments where you felt like you were third wheeling; it was simply your husband and your daughter’s world and you were just living in it – happily, obviously. You don’t think you’d have it any other way. Sharing life with the two of them was one of the greatest gifts you’d ever received. 
“Ol, Daddy’s busy right now.”
Ophelia wasn’t having it. She would not take ‘no’ for an answer, “I can wait for him!”
You blink twice, unsure of what to say to the child in front of you. The sound of a door opening and closing gains your attention, footsteps getting louder as they come down the hall and stop. 
Luke pokes his head into the dimly lit bedroom your daughter occupies, a gentle, tired smile on his face. “Ladies,” He greets the both of you, “everything okay in here?” he adds, eyebrows raising slightly. 
“Ollie is having a bit of trouble getting to bed.” You reply, your gaze averting from your husband to your little girl, who looks very pleased with herself; she’s about to get exactly what she wanted. 
“Oh, yeah? Can I help?” Luke offers, fully entering the room. He sits on the edge of the twin sized bed covered in pale yellow sheets, stuffed animals crammed against the headboard. 
Ophelia abandons her plush toy, leaning into her father’s hold as he opens his arms and cuddles her into his chest. A lighthearted chuckle leaves your husband’s lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks at you, “Sorry, baby. I guess I’m what she needed.”
“Figures,” You sigh, a grin pulling at your lips. “She’s got you wrapped, Lu.”
“Definitely,” He agrees, before turning his attention back to your daughter. “Alright, miss. How can I help you sleep, hm?” 
Silence fills the room as your daughter thinks for a brief moment. She’ll milk Luke for all the time that he’s willing to give her, there’s no doubt about that. Doe eyes look up, blinking innocently to really make sure he’s ready to deliver. “Sing to me, pretty please?”
Luke doesn’t waste any time in giving in to her command. If a lullaby is what she wants? It’s what she’ll get. “I can do that for you. Anything you’re wanting to hear?”
“No- wait, can I get comfy?” She asks, pulling away from her father a bit. Luke nods, shifting from his space on the edge of the bed, which prompts you to also get up in order to allow for your daughter to get comfortable under the sheets. Once she’s settled, you and your husband snuggle in on either side of her, wrapping your arms around the girl you both love most. 
“Ready, sweetheart?” Luke hums, oceanic eyes peering down at your daughter. He always looks at her with so much love and so much pride, you swear that every time you see it, your heart swells up with affection. 
Ophelia nods, her gaze trained on her father as he begins to sing softly, “Take my hand, now and forever…” 
As he continues to sing, his melodic voice filling up the space, you watch as the melody flowing from Luke’s lips sends your daughter into a blissful, serene state. Her eyes get droopy as each second passes, the calm atmosphere and warmth provided by her loving parents causing sleep to overtake her. Soon enough, her head is slumped against the pillows, her face slightly buried in the Pink Floyd shirt your husband donned. 
Your eyes meet Luke’s when you’re sure that Ophelia is sound asleep, quietly mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him. If it weren’t for him and his incredible knowledge of what your child needed, you doubt she’d be asleep by now. He smiles, blinking sleepily at you before gingerly leaving the softness your daughter’s bed provides, holding out his hand for you to take in order to leave her room. 
With a flip of a switch, the dimly lit room is drowned in darkness, save for the pink hued night light plugged into the wall. Luke closes the door as you both exit, then wraps his arm around you and leads you to your own bedroom, sighing dreamily as the prospect of sleep draws closer with each step you take.
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devoidwrites · 11 months
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MOTHER’S DAY • Joshua Hong
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Summary: Joshua surprises you on mother’s day, with the help of a certain set of twins.
Genre: idol au, fluff
Words: 800-ish. short and sweet.
Pairing: FATHER!Joshua x FEMALE!Reader
Warning: none it’s so pure. not proofread.
“Anything for you, my love.”
You were woken up with the sound of giggling coming from the kitchen. Your blinked quickly, glancing around the room to find your husband missing. Rolling yourself out of bed, you got to your feet and made your way out of the bedroom.
The giggling got louder as you got closer to the kitchen, and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips as you caught sight of Joshua helping the twins in the kitchen.
Nari and Joon were on the stools they used to see better when aiding either of you in the kitchen. They were bent over a plate, helping Joshua place whatever it was they were making perfectly on it.
You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched them, your heart swelling at the sight of your husband being so domestic. The three people you loved the most, and they were here making breakfast for you.
“What’s going on here?” You announced your presence, grinning when the twins gasped as they turned to you.
“Mommy!” They cried out as they made their way to you, throwing their arms around you when they were close enough. They pulled you towards the table, pointing at your usual chair for you to sit down in. “Sit!”
Their excitement made you chuckle as you did as you were told. You sat down in your seat and in seconds a set of small hands was placed over your eyes.
“You can’t look yet!” Nari told you as she made sure you couldn’t peek through her tiny fingers. “It’s a surprise.”
“Okay.” You closed your eyes under her hands, not wanting to ruin whatever it was they had in store for you. They seemed so excited and you didn’t want to ruin their happiness.
“Be careful.” You heard Joshua say softly to Joon.
“Okay Daddy.” His tiny footsteps could be heard as he walked closer to you. He placed the plate in front of you, and Nari removed her hands.
Together, the two of them shout. “Happy Mother’s day Mommy!”
You open your eyes, and you heart warmed once more at the sight of the breakfast they had made you. Heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries sliced into bite sized pieces. There was a glass of orange juice beside your plate, and a small heart shaped cake was behind the plate. It was messy, but it was adorable. You loved it.
“You guys.” You pouted. “Thank you so much.”
“Do you like it?” Joon questioned. He looked up at you with such hopeful eyes there was no way you could ever let him down in any way.
“I love it!” You told him with a grin. “Did you make it all by yourselves?”
They shook their heads and Nari spoke. “Daddy helped us a lot.”
You held your arms out and the two of them jumped into your arms, giving you the biggest hug they could manage.
“I love you two so very much.” You kissed them on their foreheads before pulling back slightly. “I’m so lucky to have such wonderful children.”
They giggled as they pulled away from you completely. Joshua stepped forward, squatting down so he was eye level with the two of them. “Why don’t you two go and get mommy’s gifts?”
Their eyes lit up even more and neither of you could stop them from racing off. Joshua chuckled as he stood up from his position. You stood up as well, wrapping your arms around his torso.
“Breakfast was their idea.” He told you, wrapping his arms around you, leaning his chin against your head. “They were very excited to help.”
“You didn’t have to do all of this for me Shua.”
“Of course I did.” He countered without hesitation. “You’re the mother of my children- the love of my life. You deserve to be spoiled on Mother’s day.”
“You spoil me almost every day.”
“Yeah, but today you can’t fight me on it.”
You pulled away slightly so you could look him in the eyes. “Thank you.”
He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. His hands slid down your arms until he was able to lace his fingers with yours. You pulled away as the twins footsteps could be heard getting closer.
“Anything for you, my love.”
The twins were back at your side, handing you a bouquet of orange roses. “They’re your favorite color.”
“They are.” You nodded. “How’d you know that?”
“Daddy told us!” Joon told you. You looked over at Joshua, who gave you a cheeky smile.
“Open!” Nari exclaimed, handing you a small box that was wrapped specially. You shared a glance with Joshua, and his smile told you that they wrapped the gifts themselves.
Unwrapping the box carefully, you found a velvet ring box. You glanced between the twins before looking back at the box. Their eyes watched your every move, waiting anxiously to see you reaction to the gift.
You gasped when you opened the box. A thin silver ring was inside. The two bands met in the middle to create a heart, and inside the heart was a pearl. On the inside of the band, the twins initials were engraved. You absolutely loved it.
“Now we can be with you all the time.” Joon said happily. “Even when we’re at school.”
“It’s beautiful.” You gushed. Joshua pulled the ring out of the box and he slipped it on your middle finger on your right hand. “I love it.”
They cheered victoriously at their success in making your happy, but their cheers were short lived as Joons stomach growled lowly. Nari giggled as she stepped to the side.
“Hm.” You pretended to think for a moment. “How am I gonna finish these pancakes all on my own?”
The smiles on their faces were worth everything you’ve ever been through. “We can help!”
You ushered them to go ahead, and they didn’t hesitant to dig into the pancakes they made you. You reached out to grab Joshua’s hand as the two of you watched them. He pulled you into his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“Happy mother’s day, sweetheart.”
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sydflow · 1 year
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foiled love
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villain!nayeon x fem!hero
word count: 3.6K
warnings: implied death, harm (punching/violence), mentions of a knife, a child, drugging, smoking, drinking
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Laughter rang across the living room. Vanilla-scented candles were lit to cover for the switches. 
“Uno!”
With the power suddenly going out, there wasn’t much to do, no connection, no tv, and no Netflix. Boredom, however, had ended relatively quickly after Nayeon had found an old pack of uno cards sitting next to the lighter. 
“Quick switch the color” you whispered to Nayeon.  
“Hey no teaming!” Mira whined, pressing her last card to her chest.
 Nayeon chuckled, “what color do you want?” You hummed looking at your cards, “how about red?” 
“Nooo” The little girl groaned, “don’t put red! Please mom, not red!” 
Placing down the ‘8’ card Nayeon smirked looking at her in the eye, “red”, she mouthed. But instead of a sound of distress, your daughter chuckled back, “really, seems like I got you both” You were astonished as your daughter of only six years placed a seven red, right atop Nayeon’s eight. 
“I won, I won!” She got up and jumped, her arms flapping with excitement. 
“Oh…” Nayeon leaned back, both of you just got manipulated by your own daughter, “how did I fall for that?” She groaned, and you patted her back, “she learned it from you” You whispered pecking her cheek before going up to Mira, lifting her up as she squealed and wrapped her arms around your neck, her tiny hands grasping the back collar of your shirt. 
“You’re so devious, my clever little girl” Nayeon tickled her sides, as she squirmed in your arms. Mira yawned as she snuggled closer to you, “Someone’s getting sleepy” 
“Not sleepy”
“C’mon sweetie, the faster you fall asleep the faster tomorrow will come” You hummed walking towards your daughter’s bedroom. Her twin size bed adorned with blush pink sheets and blankets, her room themed around her favorite color, a soft mouse plush sat atop her night stand, head tilted just slightly. Nayeon grabs the plush and you begin to tuck your daughter in. As you were about to get off the bed, she wrapped her tiny hand around yours, “Can I have a story, please mommy?” 
“I don't know sweetie” You smiled, “Only if you promise to fall asleep right after” 
“Promise” 
“Okay then” You look at Nayeon who comfortably sat against the headboard, ready to listen as well. You catch her eye, “How about the story where the hero falls in love with the villain?” 
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This was boring. You never understood why you took on scouting missions, there would be no fight, no drama, nothing. But you wouldn’t disagree that the room was stunning. 
Silk sheeted tables were placed around the dance floor, the bar in the corner, waiters came and went, and the large crystal embellished chandeliers hung from the towering ceilings. The orchestra played beautifully behind the dance floor, their songs embodied the royal ambience of the room. They played old russian waltz, czards, and even swan lake, which surprised you. These songs remind you of your mother and father, and their record player back at home. Who knew a masked masquerade would give you so much nostalgia. 
You sighed, having nothing to do swirling your glass of sparkling water and playing with your mask was the only form of entertainment as you sat alone, your comrades had taken it upon them to go dance. All while you ‘keep watch’. 
“Care to dance with me, pretty lady” You turn to see another woman, their mask shaped like a bunny, its silver ears pointed high, matched the lovely silver dress and the feathered scarf of the person in front of you. It hugged her curves in just the right places, and her sterling rings can only show how much power this person holds as it’s held in front of you. You could only stare. 
“I can’t stand by and not invite such a stunning woman as yourself for a waltz on the floor” Her red tinted lips formed a smirk. You stare into her eyes and they hold something sinister, something that draws you in. You grasp her hand, it would be suspicious if you refused “the pleasure would be mine”. 
The song was slow, her hand gripped yours firmly as you followed the rhythmic music, spinning, swaying, and stepping. Her eyes were enchanting, the chocolate brown so sweet yet so bitter, a taste which seems familiar, but you can’t seem to pinpoint how. 
The pace suddenly changed, a new song, a faster waltz, her hand fell down to your waist as yours went up to her shoulder, the stepping, the swaying, the spinning, it all got faster. You thank your father for teaching you at such a young age, otherwise you would have been stumbling over your dress. 
And just like that the song was over, and everyone went into applause. “You danced magnificently, darling” the girl mused, her arm still wrapped around your waist as she walks you off the dance floor, “Where did such a pretty girl like you learn to dance so gracefully” 
You chuckled, you had yet to notice that you were heading towards the back door, “My father taught me when I was-” Just then your earring buzzed, “Y/N great performance but something was noticed outside the building try to go check it out” 
“Are you okay? You stopped talking there?” The girl laid her hand on your shoulder. 
“Yes everything is fine” Your eyes go wide for a moment before quickly feigning discomfort, “It’s quite hot in here isn’t it? I’ll go step outside for a moment, excuse me” 
You begin to turn away before she grasps your arm, “I’ll go with you” She hastily suggests, “I mean a pretty girl such as yourself shouldn’t be alone, should she now?” 
You were to object, the words on the tip of your tongue, but then again that would be too suspicious, “I suppose so”
It was definitely cooler, a little too cold. You shivered as you looked around, nothing seemed abnormal. You hugged yourself, rubbing your arms to gain some warmth. You felt something on your shoulders, a silver feathered scarf wrapped around you. You look to the side, oh right she was here. 
“It’s quite calm out here” She laid her head against the wall, a cigar pressed against her lips, where she got that from you wouldn't know. 
She offered you one but you refused, “I don’t smoke, it’s bad for your lungs” 
She chuckled, “Everything is bad sweetie” She looks at you, as you slightly pout at her words, “cute” she mumbles. 
“What was that?” You turn to face her, she shrugs her shoulders, “You seem pretty clean, you don’t drink either I presume?” 
“How would you know?” You scoff a bit annoyed at her remark, even if it was true. “I saw your drink honey, sparkling water? really?” 
You just look at her, the reason why you were outside in the first place now in the back of your mind. “You came outside just to smoke a blunt didn’t you?” She turns, the both of you facing each other, you die to know what she looks like under the mask. 
“No, you intrigue me, why don’t you tell me more about yourself little mouse” Your eyes widen, ‘little mouse’. Only one person ever calls you that.
“Why did you call me little-” Your words were cut off as you took a good look at the person in front of you. Those eyes, no wonder why they were so familiar, and that smirk, oh god why didn’t you catch on sooner. You feel a prick on your shoulder, a tranquilizer. You hiss at the pain before ripping it out, you see as she takes off her mask. 
Your knees weaken, and you fall into her arms, her hand grazes your chin as she softly removes the one thing that kept her from taking a good look at your face, “I should- I should’ve known” you mumble before losing the battle of keeping your consciousness. 
Nayeon really did find you pretty, now that you lay in her lap (albeit unconscious) she couldn’t help but to admire your face. She moved the hair covering your face behind your ear, she traced under your eyes, down your nose to your lips. 
She heard footsteps behind her, “I told you to wait for the signal” She grits. 
“It seemed like she was on to you” 
Nayeon sighed, “I know I accidentally revealed myself” 
The man scoffed, “That was a rookie move, I thought you were a powerful villain, guess what they say is wro-“ 
“Would you shut up, don’t forget who you’re working for, Sunny” Nayeon glared at the red haired man as she lifted you up. 
“Sorry, do you need help?” Nayeon walks past him toward the alley where a black van with tinted windows is parked. “don’t you dare touch her” 
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You woke up in a familiar room, you’ve been in here too many times to know that this is one of Im Nayeon’s chambers, a room she specifically labeled yours. A paper taped to the front of the door, ‘little mouse’ written in your blood. You groan at the sudden headache, whatever was in that vile was strong. 
You’ve been in this position too many times to know what to do and how to escape. You’re quick to untie the ropes that hold your wrists together with lazy knots. Your legs are weak as you stumble for the door, always unlocked. You took a breath before opening the door. She would be standing there. But maybe, just maybe she won’t be this time. 
You twist the knob and walk out, but then you're pushed back in right away, “tsk tsk, little mouse, we play this game all the time, why do you always need to scurry and leave” She closed the door behind her. 
“Now” she pulls out a knife, “why don’t you tell me why you were at the ball hmm?” Her smile widens as she walks towards you. You’re quick to get up and run towards the chair, anything would work as a weapon right now. 
“That’s none of your business”
You lift it the best you can and throw it at Nayeon. But fear shoots through you as you watch her catch the chair with ease. “Y/N”, her eyes meet yours, “don’t make me do something I’ll regret, I need you to be a good girl right now and tell me,” she watches as you tremble, “the reason behind that mission. Who were you looking for?” 
From behind your back you quickly use the rope, sliding past her forcing the rope against her legs to make her stumble and fall. The knife falls from her hand and quickly you stab her leg before running out the room. 
“Go ahead! I’ll have fun capturing you again, little mouse!” Her yells echo along the halls as you run out. This wasn’t the first time you escaped but you had never hurt her that bad. 
Three weeks had passed and there was no sign of her, honestly it felt weird, no miserable coincidences had struck the city and everything was just normal. 
You pace around your room, paranoid, there’s nothing to do, no missions, no saving, nothing. Gosh you do find yourself bored a lot. Maybe you should pick yourself a hobby, gardening, sewing, maybe painting? 
Your phone rang, and you picked up quickly, a little too quick. Gosh you sound so desperate. “Hello?” 
“Y/N!!!” A girl squealed from the other line, you brought your phone away from your ear. 
“Sanaaa” You groan, “too loud” 
“Sorry y/n, I’m surprised you answered so quickly,” She whisper squealed. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight” 
“Go out where?” 
“Oh you know…the club. Just us and girls, I know you don’t drink but it’ll be an outing, it seems like you need it” 
You look at your desk, empty except for a pink mouse plusht, the club does sound more fun than sitting alone and being paranoid all night. 
“Okay sure, what time?” 
Another squeal, 
“Goodness Sana” 
“Sorry, sorry” 
The club was packed, sweaty bodies rubbed against one another on the dance floor, people were chatting at the booths or the bar. You were having fun, you might not be drunk, but letting go was a good feeling. 
“So how’s the little hero doing?” Jihyo is quick to change the topic onto you. 
“Me? I’m doing fine” Everyone’s eyes were on you. 
“What about miss villain?” Momo smirked. Your cheeks turned pink, 
“What about her? All she does is ruin my missions” You mumble. 
“Oh come on, ‘little mouse’? I don’t think someone would call their sworn enemy that”, Sana is quick to pitch in. The girls begin to tease you, 
“Oh little mouse where have you gone” 
“Cute little mousy for the big bad villain” 
“Sh-shut up. I’m going to go get another Dr. Pepper,” you stutter, grabbing your empty glass and walking away from the group, their drunken laughs getting distant. 
“Dr. Pepper please” you push your glass towards the bartender, who seems to gladly take the glass, 
“One Dr. Pepper for the pretty lady, coming right up” He was slightly preppy, bits of fiery red hair poking out from under his hat. What a unique hair color, you thought. 
You took a couple sips of your drink when it arrived and noticed a piece of paper stuck to the bottom, ‘how have your parents been?’. Your eyes widened, she’s back? 
 Hastily you walk back to the booth, but the closer you got the more distorted everything seemed to be, someone bumped into you and you felt something press onto your neck. “Sana, need to go home” you mumbled, falling into the girl's arms.
“Y/N? Are you drunk? No way, that’s why you never drink, you’re such a lightweight!” 
You stumble into your apartment, “do you need help getting settled Y/N?” Mina asked. 
“No thanks” You say slightly slurred, “you help them” you point to her car, a screeching Momo and a squealing Sana had gotten outside running circles around a lamppost, Jihyo sat in the car yelling at them through the open window. Mina groans at the sight, “okay fine, just this time, call me if you need anything” She leaves. You need to get to your parents as soon as possible. 
You turn around and walk straight into the wall, your headache intensifying, “why am I always on the brink of losing consciousness?” You mumble to no one, you finally make it to your room, after tripping over a carpet, bumping into a table, and walking into the bedroom door. 
But as soon as you open the door, you run straight into someone’s arms, “nice to see you too little mouse” an all too familiar voice rings in your ears. You’re out of it, so very out of it. 
“Huh? What happened to my good girl, I thought you didn’t drink? What’s this-” She’s cut off by a finger pressed to her lips,
“You have… wonderful eyes” You mumble cupping her face, Nayeon’s face is pink, your favorite shade. You needed to do something, what was it? 
“I- uh” She’s at a loss, never have you flirted back, what exactly did you drink? Her hand trails up to your neck and she feels something, quickly she pushes your hair back and notices a little black circular object, “A tracker?” 
She looks back at you, your dopey smile although so very cute was worrying, your drink had been spiked, you’re drugged. She begins to tap your face, “Y/N? Y/N! Where were you just now?” No reply, “Oh god” She rips the tracker off of you, “We need to get you out of here, before it’s too late” 
“Hm? I think it’s a little too late," a perky voice says from behind her. She feels a prick at her back and grunts at the sudden pain, she rips it out and looks at the familiar dart. “You’ll pay for this” She turns to meet fiery red hair, “I’ll end you” 
Nayeon had woken up with a groan, her arms and legs tied to the chair. She looks to her right and sees you. “Y/N?” She whispered, she’d never seen you like this. Your eyes were blown wide, staring straight, tears flowed down your cheeks, but you stayed still as they traveled down to your chin, dying on your shirt. 
She followed your eyes to be met with your parents. They were on the other side of the wall, it seems like they couldn’t see either of you, must be an one way glass. Yes, she has mentioned your parents in the past, but she never, ever, planned on harming them. Whoever did this will pay, they will suffer just as much they’ve made you suffer.
She hears you begin to sniffle, then you begin to yell. You scream for your parents, and Nayeon stares wide eyed. She feels useless. 
“Y/N” Her whispers die on her lips “please calm-“ the door slams open and in walks the man Nayeon never should have trusted. Your screams immediately stop. 
“Sunny” she glares hard, she hates the neon red color, the fire in his hair can’t compare to the fire behind her eyes. “I’ll end you, you’ll wish you never would have met me” 
“Oh, I’m not here for you, Ms. Im” His devilish smirk, evident. “I need to know what the secret hero organization is planning” 
He walks past Nayeon and stands in front of you, “Ms Y/ln” he looks down at your limp form “it’s a pleasure to formally meet you, Ms Im talks about you all the time” his hand reaches under your chin. 
“My, my what a pretty girl indeed, no wonder you’re so gushed on. Unfortunately…” his eyes trails onto Nayeon a cold gaze locked onto another, “I don’t have much time, so let’s get started shall we” 
He proceeds to ask you questions about previous missions and the identities of your coworkers. You, however, keep silent, your eyes remain on those of your fathers, his clueless expression staring into yours, even if he can't see you. 
“Hey!” Sunny grips your cheeks hard forcing your head up to look at him, “LOOK. AT. ME.” He yells as you shut your eyes, his nails marking your skin, he smirks at your pain, “when I am talking to you” he whispers, then he begins to laugh a wicked sound, one that makes ears bleed.
“If you don’t answer me” he says between cackles, “I’ll hurt her” He points to Nayeon. That woke you up, “You wouldn’t…” 
“Oh?” He leans down, his face directly in front of yours, “the girl does talk. Hmm, well if she can make you talk then I think I’ll change this up a bit” He drags your chair in front of hers, Nayeon stared at you in disbelief, the both of you stare into each other’s eyes before a punch is thrown directly onto Nayeon’s face. 
“For each time you don’t answer she’ll receive something in return” he darkly smiles at you. “Now who’s the leader of the system?” Your mouth opens, you hesitate. 
“Don’t!” Nayeon cuts you off, “Don’t. I can take it” Sunny chuckles, repeating the question and you do as Nayeon says, he rolls his sleeves up and proceeds. 
“Stop! Stop it!” Tears had started to flow again, Nayeon had a black eye and bruises covering her face, her sweater had even begun to tear around her torso. You whimper as Sunny stops, and turns back to you, “are you willing to answer my questions now?” 
“yes”
Nayeon looks up at you with strain, “no” she whispers. “He’ll kill you!” Sunny laughs. 
“Good choice” He stands in front of you once more, his body blocking Nayeon’s all you could hear is her scruffed breaths. “We’ll start off from the top” He fixes his sleeves and takes off his gloves, “Who is the lead-” 
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“But, before he can say anything…” You whisper slowly, your daughter stares wide eyed,  “the door bursts open, and in comes police officers, to save the day!” 
“They’re able to handcuff Sunny and take him away, for good” You push hair behind her ears, and fix her blankets, “the end” you kiss the top of her head and her eyes close. Nayeon stands behind you, her arm wrapped around your waist as she also leans in to kiss your daughter goodnight. 
And just as the two of you begin to walk out a soft mumble escapes her lips, “mommy”. You hum softly, “yes sweetie”
“What happened after, to the hero and the villain?”, 
“Oh?” you look at Nayeon for some help, she smiles, “the hero told the villain how much she loves her and the villain felt the same way and gave up being bad” she holds your hand looking into your eyes, “all for the hero”. 
“Mmkay” your daughter mumbles before her soft snoring fills the room, and you blow out the candle before closing the door and leaving. 
You two walk into the master bedroom and start preparing for bed, as you do your nightly routine in front of the vanity mirror, Nayeon leans into you from behind. 
“You changed some parts” She mumbles into your neck, “what was that darling?” you turn around pulling her closer to you. 
“In the story, you changed some parts” She yawned, you smiled, pulling her onto the bed and under the covers. You rubbed her back as she sighed against you, “that I did, we’ll tell her the true story when the time comes, she’s far too young to understand, I think i took it too far with the punching and the drugging” You whisper.
"He didn't even punch me, it was a knife" She grumbled,
"oh I know, but you're my strong baby and took it like a champ" Nayeon feigned a scoffed, "I'm not a baby".
the two of you lay in silence, trying to get some shut eye, that was until Nayeon spoke,
“Are you going to visit them tomorrow?” she asked. 
“Yes, I will, I might bring Mira along too” You mumble, your eyes beginning to drop as you snuggle closer. 
“It’s about time she meet her grandparents” it’s your turn to yawn as Nayeon’s breath fans your neck, “even if it’s at a cemetery”
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omg this is so dumb, but imagine bakugou trying to sleep on y/ns tiny, twin size pull outs. their staying at her mama and papas house, and shes got this teeny tiny twin daybed. bakugou knows the two of you can’t fit on that small thing, have you seen him? hes huge! there is a solution though, the pullout. he falls asleep quickly, which you take as a chance to photo graph the blond, sleeping under your old pink flower sheets, on a matress to small, so hes in the fetal position, lmao.
the next morning you wake up on top of him, he pulled you down onto him
no no not dumb at all. i am very into him being so big and not being able to fit on your childhood bed. something about young you as a teen daydreaming about having a boyfriend who loves you and now much older having one sleeping in your exact bed.
i am confused by your bed description. i just imagined he doesn’t fit your normal double bed with you so he sleeps on your sofa pullout bed or a random too small mattress LOL either way it’s too small and he just looks oversized in a tiny world. surrounded by your pink bed sheets with flowers and he’s dressed in actual pyjamas this time just incase your parents end up walking in the room to alert for breakfast.
then him dragging you into his tiny mattress at like 4am but you’re half asleep and as soon as he wakes you you’re wrapped up in his arms so you have hardly anytime to complain.
waking up all tangled in each others arms. youre the little spoon, tucked into his chest with his leg wrapped around you and his arm across your chest. “fuck. didn’t think it would be but i slept good.” pecks your cheek despite his morning breath and stretches his limbs. then there’s a loud bang as his foot hits your table and a few books tumble off.
“katsuki!”
“sorry. ‘s not my fault your room is like a tiny dollhouse.”
“yeah and you’re a big giant.”
he squeezes you to him with a chuckle which slides into a yawn, “you love my giant dick.”
“ugh so childish.”
“comin’ from you. this room is exactly like the one you have in your apartment.”
bakugou rolls onto his back which means he has you put you on top of his chest, “so? it shows i’m consistent. a good quality in a relationship.”
“mhm yeah. so is my gi—,”
“giant dick, we know.”
he laughs and so do you, “good you agree with me.”
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cyberaxolotl · 2 years
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alright. time for bugsnax ships and their cuddling stuff because god knows i scrambled that shit with the scc and i will do it to these guys now too
Lottaham
* Spooning, a lot of spooning. Mostly Wambus behind Triff but occasionally she’ll be the big spoon. They like putting their faces in each other’s fluff
* They’re not handsy really, they’re both too tired by the end of the day to put any more effort in than “pleaseee put your arms around me”
* Occasionally they’ll ➡️⬅️ and that’s also a lot of shoving their faces in each other’s fluffiness. Triffany will also scratch his back when she puts her arms around him, she’s got very mild but also tough claws, it’s neat
* They’ve gotten so used to cuddling that sometimes it loses their meaning to them, but if they go a period without it, it becomes VERY difficult to sleep.
Wigglefunny
* It took Gramble a long time to stop instinctually curling up when they started sleeping in the same bed. To compensate, Wiggle would kinda just wrap herself around him by tucking her legs in so that they’re by his and putting her arms around him
* Once he did get out of that habit, they tended to hold each other. Wiggle’s big enough to wrap her arms around him, and she liked to pet him a lot, mostly down the back. Since he slept with his sweater on, she’d just put her hand in and pet him like that, a couple back scratches too
* Sometimes Gramble would feel like he didn’t give Wiggle the same affection he gives her, so he’d try to be a big spoon that night. It’s generally pathetic, him being a tiny plump man trying to hold his overly tall girlfriend, but she ADORES those nights; he purrs against her back when he does it cause he likes it when she feels loved too.
* Oh yeah gramble purrs
* Being held and wrapped around makes Gramble feel secure- there’s a feeling of security in having someone a lot bigger than him holding him close, like she’ll never let him go.
Snorplo
* Since it took them forever to sleep in the same bed, they only cuddled on the couch for a long time. It was generally Snorpy laying on top of Chandlo, his legs would be kinda hanging off the couch, but he didn’t care- as long as he was there with his boyfriend, it didn’t matter
* Chandlo’s a nibbly guy. He’ll shove his face in Snorpy’s collar fluff and start chewin’ on him a little, and he won’t notice until he’s like “why is my fur very vaguely wet. chandlo”
* Snorpy likes feeling Chandlo’s muscles, the firmness of a strong body just makes him swoon
* Chandlo is ALWAYS the big spoon, no matter what the case, he’s always comin’ from the back (don’t take that out of context i WILL destroy you)
* Being held makes Snorpy feel safe and secure, he doesn’t feel like that a lot. But after they started sleeping in the same bed, he started sleeping better
Lizegg
* You know Liz is grabbin those egg rolls (fat. eggabell is plus sized) and you know Bell adores it. They adore each others touch, no matter what.
* Generally, they spoon, but sometimes they face each other. Those are the nights Eggabell shoves her face into Liz’s chest fluff and just. falls in love with her wife all over again, wrapped in her touch.
* Liz also does the nibble thing. I don’t know why but something about walrus tusks makes me go “yeah they chew on their partner”
* Egg has a tendency to touch Liz’s scars, and she’s not sure why she does it, but Liz appreciates it. Gettin’ handsy with your wife’s battle scars
Beffloofty
* Barely a physical couple, and just generally don’t show romantic affection around other people. It took the people closest to them months to realize they were actually together
* Beffica finds Floofty’s chemical burns hot as fuck. Just like “damn boy (gender neutral) you spilled acid on yourself?? that’s cool as fuck”
* Since they don’t sleep in the same hut, they don’t cuddle, but when they do, they… also don’t cuddle. It’s hard to fit two plus sized people in a twin bed.
* Where do they cuddle then? They like going on outings together, they snuggle in the wilderness
it’s 3am good fucking night
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nebulablakemurphy · 2 years
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All For You (Pt. 8)
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7
Warning: this is a mature series that includes mentions of drug use/overdose, mental illness, explicit language and mentions of sex.
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“Big push,” the doctor encourages from the bottom of Y/N’s hospital bed. Elliot kisses the top of the leg he’s holding. Jules and Rue both have a hand.
Y/N bears down, pushing with gritted teeth.
“You got it baby,” Rue whispers, against Y/N’s ear. “It’s all you.”
Finally.
“It’s a girl!” When the tiny baby is placed on Y/N’s chest no one moves. Their muscles tense, frozen in place. The infant begins to wail, sending Jules into motion.
“You ok?” Jules asks Y/N, gently releasing her hand.
“Yeah.” Y/N breathes.
“I’m gonna take her.” Jules whispers, reaching for the newborn.
Y/N nods.
Elliot hesitates, the thought of letting Y/N go, especially now, feels odd to him. Like she just had his baby. Surely he should hold onto her for a minute, make sure she’s ok.
“Go ahead, dad.” Y/N gives him a tired smile, as she nuzzles against Rue.
He lowers Y/N’s limb onto the bed. Swiping a hand over his eyes, which are suddenly wet from looking at the baby in Jules’ arms. She’s perfect. From the moment Jules touched her she hasn’t made a sound. Wide eyes staring out at the world, at her mother, at him.
Elliot wraps his arms around Jules.
“She’s perfect.” The blonde murmurs.
“Just like you.”
Time passes differently after. After labor and birth and her. Lux.
Lux loves to be held, by Y/N, Rue and Elliot. Especially Jules.
They spend the rest of the day together, the four of them and the newest member of their family.
Eventually Rue and Elliot make their exit, to tend Sawyer and Cameron at home. Being apart never gets easier, they just got used to it; knowing they would be together again.
Jules climbs into the hospital bed that night, at Y/N’s request, facing each other at the edges of the twin size mattress.
Suddenly the bed is moving, pushing them both upwards.
“Jules,” Y/N whispers, as not to wake the baby.
“I didn’t touch anything.”
“Jules, your ass is pressing the button.” Y/N can barely get the words out, she’s laughing too hard.
Jules moves in closer, away from the railing with the control panel, slowing maneuvering the bed back down with her finger. “Sorry.”
“It’s all good.” Y/N nuzzles against the pillow. She can’t wait to go home, back to her own bed. Back to Sawyer and Cameron, back to Rue.
“Are you happy?”
Y/N smiles softly, brushing a stand of blonde hair over Jules shoulder. “Yeah. Are you?”
Jules blinks quickly, her chin trembling.
“Don’t cry.” Did she change her mind?
“I’m just so happy.” Jules assures her. Resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “It still doesn’t feel real, you know? Like I actually get to keep her.”
“She’s yours.”
“I’ll never be able to tell you how thankful I am for everything you’ve done.”
“Jules, you don’t need to thank me.”
“I hope she always looks like you. Then I can have a piece of you with me forever.” Jules tears up a bit at this.
Y/N bats at the traitorous tears escaping from her own eyes. “I’m literally across the street. I’m not going anywhere, we just refinanced.”
“I love you so much,” Jules tells her.
“I love you too.”
“Do you think I’ll be good at this?” Being a mom.
“I think you’re gonna be amazing.”
“I hope so.”
“And if you need me, I’ll be there.”
“I’ll always need you.”
“Fuck,” Y/N sniffles. “Enough. I can’t do this with my hormones right now.”
Jules let’s out a quiet laugh. “Sorry.”
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They leave the hospital together. Elliot carrying Lux out in her carseat. Y/N in the wheelchair she doesn’t actually need, but Rue insists she ride to the parking lot. Love is funny that way.
The first night is long. Lux isn’t used to the bassinet, it’s bigger than her cot at the hospital. Jules and Elliot take turns. Y/N and Rue give them their space.
But Y/N wakes to the sound each time anyway. This time, to her surprise, she finds not Jules or Elliot quietly rocking the newborn, but “Rue?”
“She looks just like you.” Rue murmurs. “That’s what Elliot gets for Cameron.”
Y/N huffs a laugh.
“It’s gonna be interesting. A little piece of you just running around out there.”
“It’s all good things, Rue.”
“I know…I love you.”
“I know,” Y/N assures her, “I love you more.”
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Sleepless nights bleed into early mornings. The hustle of their new life joining their old life is difficult at first, but becomes normal.
It’s not until Lux is three months old that Elliot and Jules begin sleeping at their house again. Leaving only the bassinet behind as a reminder of what had been.
It feels wrong the day Elliot comes to collect it. Like finally closing the worn binding of a book held open to a page for too long.
“Are you ok, baby?” He asks, as Y/N holds open the front door for him.
“I’m ok,” Y/N nods, holding the wooden frame harsher than strictly necessary.
“Do you want me to stay with you until Rue gets home?”
“No,” she shakes her head, “go be with your family, Elliot.”
Elliot sets the bassinet down on the front porch, coming to close the distance between them. “You’re my family too.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I love you and I would be here every second if you let me. I understand that we have boundaries, but Jules and I didn’t set them. We respect them, and we’ll continue to do that. But if you need us here, if you need Lux here-”
“I don’t need Lux here.” Y/N whispers. “I love her, but she’s not mine. And I knew that one day I would have to let her go.”
Elliot takes another step forward, “I’m right across the street if you need me.”
“I know, Elliot.” Y/N forces a smile.
He takes a deep breath in, running a hand over his face. Elliot knows Y/N, what she’s about to do. Allow the pent up emotions to hit her like a tidal wave, all alone while the kids are at school and Rue is at work. She won’t cry for help, even if she gets in too deep. She’ll pick up the pieces before anyone even knows.
“Text me later?”
Y/N leans forward, pecking a kiss to his cheek. “Every night and day for the rest of your life.”
“I’ll take it.” He chuckles.
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“So I guess this is it.” Jules shrugs, standing at the doorway of Elliot’s tiny apartment, that has begun to feel like home.
“But we’ll be back to visit at least once a week and Jules is coming home on semester break.”
“And Christmas.” Rue adds.
“And Christmas,” Jules confirms.
Elliot nods, “I told you guys, I’m good.” And he’s gonna stay that way.
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ilikemutsumi · 2 years
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4 ☆ Town Wakes Up Next to You ! ! Part 2
Disclamer: Jesse's children in this fanfic are twins and are both boys, Johnne and Jorden. Johnee is green and Jorden is orange.
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Jesse
Today was a good day for you, Jesse, and his kids! All four of you would spend the entire day together, going out to eat, playing in the park, and spending time at home. Though today wasn't as easy you'd thought it'd be.
Jesse's twins aren't the easiest in the world. You remember him saying "My children are angels, I promise :3." Now don't get me wrong, they're some of the sweetest boys u would ever meet. You'd make googoo eyes every time you saw them. ♡ They were just a little too energetic. I mean they were kids, of course they would be energetic. But it was like every time they saw you, they couldn't help but get excited. They just love you so much!! TwT
It was 5pm. You, Jesse, and the twins were playing cops and robbers in the living room. "FWEEZE!!" says one twin. "LET THE HOSTAGE GO, ROBBEWS!" Jesse replies in a rough but playful voice, "Don't take another step!" you following with the same tone, "You give us the lifetime supply of candy or your Johnne here and everyone in SWEETS INC. (made up candy factory) gets it!!" The twins both silently laugh, trying not to break character. The captive brother yells, "Just give them what they want JOWDEN!!" he didn't know what to do, save his one and only brother from execution, or save the candy enjoyed by the beloved citizens (stuffed animals)...He made a decision. "Fine...I'll give you what you want."
He threw the plastic keys over to you and his dad. Jesse grabbed the keys, opening the toy chest filled with many pieces of candy inside. He looked inside the chest, then saying with a satisfying smile, "Yep. This is the good stuff." The tiny giggling child then says, "Now give me my brothew back!" .....you and Jesse grinned in a sinister manner. "HAHAHAHA! You fell right into our trap!" you exclaim. Jesse follows with, "Say goodbye to your brother, Jorden." "NOOOOOO!!" ,Jorden yells with laughter on the side. You and Jesse attack Johnne with the most powerful tickels the twins could ever imagine. As Johnne was laughing to his little heart's content, Jorden joined the tickle fight, with tickles to your necks. Out of surprise, you both let go of the hysterical baby boy. Jorden then grabs his brother running away from the robbers. Jesse almost immediately gets up chasing after them. Laughing, he says "Get back here! We're not through with you yet!" You then follow him.
As Jesse's running, he steps on a toy car and falls backwards, landing on his back. "AGH!!!" He winces in pain. Everyone else immediately stops to focus on him. The twins both yell in worry, "DADDY!!" You then follow with, "Oh my gosh!" All three of you circled Jesse in panic checking to see if he was ok. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry." He says, giving a strained laugh. You sigh in HUGE relief as the twins hugged him. You ask Jesse "Can you stand up?" "Of course I can. Just let me- OW. Ow. ow." He tries to stand up, but ends up back on the floor due to his back. He plants his head on the floor in defeat, saying "I guess not. 😑" You knew that he wouldn't be able to move around, considering his back really hurting. Apart of you wanted to take care of your beloved boyfriend, but the other part wanted to play and care for his beloved boys as well. And you knew that since Jesse's in pain, he wouldn't be able to play with his kids either. So you made a decision.
You began to calm down, telling him "Ok. Come on." You help him up, wrapping his left arm around your shoulders. "I'll take you upstairs and let you rest while I stay down here and play with the boys." Jesse looks at you in concern. He asks you "Y/N, are you sure? I can stay down here and-" You cut him off with a kiss to his cheek. He sighs, immediately being reassured, blushing a little as well. "It's fine, I got it. You have nothing to worry about, sweetie." You help him up to his bedroom and lay him down in his king sized bed. You got him under the comforter, following with walking in the bathroom, going in the medicine cabinet searching for the Tylenol. You gave him the pills and a bottle of water. "Now you just relax and I'll take care of Johnne and Jorden." Right when you said their names, the little cuties peeked from behind the door frame. Jorden asked worrying for his father "Is Daddy gonna be okay?" "Yeah" said Johnne. You reassure them "Oh, of course he is. You two have nothing to worry about. But before Daddy takes a nap, how about giving him hugs and kisses?" They shuffled around the bed and to Jesse to give him their love. Jesse replies "Awww thank you guys. Don't worry I'll be better, I promise." They both say simultaneously "Ok.☺️" "Alright boys, let's leave Daddy to sleep while we go play some more." Johnne took your left hand while Jorden took your right and followed you out of the room. You then closed Jesse's door. Jesse already yawning from the softness of his bed, quickly fell asleep.
It was past 10pm. He had woken up on the left side, faced towards the window, still being pretty tired. As he looked outside, he noticed it was dark. He slept quite a bit. As fast as he noticed the darkness outside, he remembered you and the kids. His back was feeling much better, so he could get out of bed. But right when he got on his feet, he stopped, looking at the right side of his bed. At first he was shocked, but then the shock quickly turned into happiness, and relief. Why? Because of you three of course. There were you, Jorden and Johnne laying on his bed safe, sound, and sleeping. As Jesse slept, you played with the boys, watched kids' movies, bathed them, put them in their new Paw Patrol pj's and brushed their teeth. But right when you lead them to their bedroom, they both had asked you "Can we sleep in Daddy's room please?" Looking at their adorable faces, you obviously couldn't resist. So that's what you did. Read them a couple bedtime stories, and here you are, sleeping right with them.
Jesse looked at you with love and pride in his eyes. He then said quietly, "That's my lover." He snuggled back into bed with you three, kissed each and every one of your heads, and fell asleep. But right before then, he yawned, saying,
"This is my family. ♡"
WHEW! Took a damn minute, but I did it. Sorry guys for taking so long. Please accept and appreciate this fanfic of Jesse and his children as my apology 😊😅
HUGS AND KISSES ♡
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thecosmicwind · 1 year
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Ping! A new Snap notification has captured your attention. You smiles to herself; a new snap from your crush.
You open the notif and in an instant, you’re taken aback - a thick body with curves in all the right places, smooth olive flesh, perfectly rounded breasts, barely contained by the lilac lace bra. You bite your lip; you can see those hardened nipples, can see that they’re pierced. You feel a throb between your legs. You want her so bad.
You respond in chat format; ‘Teasing me now?’
The response is instant; ‘You know I like to tease.’
You smirk, typing out a reply; ‘You should come over.’
The ‘…is typing’ notification followed by a response; ‘Say less’
And ten minutes later, there’s a knock at your dorm suite door. You dash out of your bedroom, clad in only the long t-shirt and panties you wore to bed. Your fingers curl around the knob and you practically rip open the door.
There’s your crush standing before you in tiny gym shorts and a t-shirt.
You smirk and pulls her into the suite; the door slams shut and locks, and you drags the olive skinned beauty into your bedroom. You close and lock the door, and it’s mere moments before the two of you have fallen onto the twin sized bed together.
Thick olive skinned thighs are straddling your waist, slender fingers have curled around the hem of the t-shirt, and the brunette is whipping the shirt over her head. You stare as you see that same lilac bra, nipples practically straining against the thin fabric, begging to be touched. You can’t help but reach up to cup a breast, feeling the full weight of her bosom in your hand as you circle your thumb around her nipple. She lets out the softest moan, and you feel a throb in your core.
She smirks and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, allowing the lilac fabric to fall away from her. You see those perfectly round beasts, rock hard nipples, and the piercing.
And you can’t help yourself as you lean up just enough to wrap your plump lips around her nipple. Her fingers scrape through your soft jet black locks, a whimper falls from her lips, her hips move against you. You know she’s wet; you can feel it through the thin fabric of the shorts. She’s not wearing panties either.
And as you flip her onto her back and gaze into those piercing green eyes, you know that things have changed between the two of you. As your fingers grasp at her shorts and tug them down her legs, you know there’s no going back.
And when your head dips between those thick thighs and your tongue gets a taste of her for the first time, you know at that moment that you’re in heaven.
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//There is a brief mention of @musesbykai ‘s muse, Oron in this post.
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V stepped into the garage with a slight hop in their step. A good sized bag of who knows what slung over their shoulder.
“A’ight, for ev’rybody who got cybernetics, I’ve got enough scrap, circuits and other good shit for repairs. As well as plenty’a car parts.” The bag, although carefully placed where it would be most needed, was excessively heavy. Too heavy for someone of their size to reasonably be able to lift.
That is, if they didn’t have the implants that the mercenary has.
V straighten themself and placed both hands — organic and metal — on either side of their lower back. They were prepared to pop what little organic bits were left in their spine, when they heard the sound of something metal nervously tapping against a doorframe.
Not one to like surprises in a place they call home, they were quick to release the white hot monowires hidden in their wrists. They turned to look at who was there, only to see familiar long, white hair. Very long.
Did this woman ever cut her hair?
They shook their head as the monowires were hidden once more with a quick zwip.
“You must be Nekuma,” V started, since clearly the woman wasn’t going to talk first. Not with the way she was clearly trying to hide. A pale woman in primarily dark clothes, yellow eyes, patches of scales and far too many scars to be seen as anything other than someone build for fighting.
And yet, she didn’t hold herself that way.
Nekuma hesitantly nodded, ears lowered and pinned back against the sides of her head.
A quick scan from V’s optics was enough to warn them that the scales and claws are some kind of metal. Another confirmed Oron’s warning about her not being human. Not even a drop of human DNA in the pale woman.
They remembered what the mechanic said about her having cybernetic implants. The scans also confirmed their existence, but they were nothing like the ones they were used to. Tiny and only two of them.
V ran their gold-painted cybernetic hand through their currently blue dreds. Amber eyes drifted their gaze to the bandaging that’s around Nekuma’s arm. Or, what’s left of the bandaging. What they saw made their brows furrow in both concern and confusion. What the hell was she, really? They thought, still staring at the dark crystalline structure that had been slowly reforming since Oron tried to wrap it up.
Not wanting to be rude by asking about it, they decided to shift their focus back to her face and motioned for her to follow. “Come with me. I can help remove the cybernetics in your neck.”
“How’d you—?”
Nekuma’s question was quickly answered when V casually tapped a metal claw against their currently still damaged eye. “Cybernetics. Got a shit-ton’a them. These bad boys scan everything and everyone I look at.”
“Oh.”
“C’mon, chica. My choombah tells me y’want ‘em removed?”
Nekuma gave a nod and silently followed V into their room. A clutter mess that would be an absolute nightmare for anyone who didn’t have the mercenary’s way of thinking. Several monitor screens gave a view into a digital world that previously only belonged in the universe V came from. Connected to god-knows-what as well as an ice bath that they also recreated from memory. There was really only one place that they could sleep, a twin-sized bed that’s tucked into a corner where they could find the space.
Seeing so much tech caught so much of the experiment’s attention that she failed to notice that V already cleared off a space for her to sit.
“¡Oye!”
The single word brought Nekuma’s attention back on the dark-skinned individual. She saw them gesture for her to sit on the chair. The wheelie chair that’s normally at the desk that’s covered in computer monitors. “Sit, chica, sit. Don’t want ya bein’ uncomfortable while I figure out how to bet get those things outta ya.”
“Y-yes, uh.” Nekuma paused. The voice that V spoke with didn’t match their physique at all. Muscular, yet feminine. With a masculine voice.
“V. Just V. Y’can use neutral or masc terms for me.”
“V-V… alright. Thank you.”
“No problem, ma’am.” V watched as the woman hesitated to sit in the offered seat.
Oron really wasn’t kidding. She really is an experiment of some kind. Poor thing didn’t even like the idea of sitting down to let someone put anything sharp near her neck.
It made the mercenary soften, much to the displeasure of the engram slowly taking over their body. They were, and are, empathetic towards someone who only looked human.
“I ain’t gonna cut anythin’, just figure out how it was put in first. ‘Kay?”
Nekuma nodded as she moved her long hair out of the way. At least as best as she could.
From there, V scanned the area some more and even gently felt around. One at the based of the head, the other the base of the neck. They definitely weren’t the type of implants they were used to seeing. Closer to what their generation called old tech. Chips that were slipped under the skin, but more advanced than that, seeing as they attached to muscles, bones and nerves. A strange middle ground between the twenty-twenties and the twenty-seventies.
This was going to take a bit to figure out how to safely remove.
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YOKO - Part 1 (Drummer Boy & I)
I want to post about something that I have been suffering the repercussions with for quite some time now. And it's not because I feel any guilt within myself about my decision, but because others felt (and still do) the need to make me suffer for my apparent mistake. However, before I dive into this very personal, yet public story of mine. I would like to give some background on my relationship with my ex boyfriend and the start of my relationship with my husband, Avery. So, let's just call my ex boyfriend Drummer boy (for shits and giggles).
DRUMMER BOY & I **TRIGGER WARNING: R*PE & S*XUAL ASSAULT**
The drummer and I have been dating for about 5 years up until that point. I guess you can kind of say he was my high school boyfriend, although we only got together literally a little bit before graduation day. He proposed to me only after months of being together (to which some claimed I had forced him, but if I'm being honest, every boyfriend I was with ended up proposing to me on their own accord. And I was stupid enough to say yes every time, excluding Avery). I'm not going to deny the fact that our relationship was toxic. We were both struggling on how to navigate through life with our own personal traumas, let alone deal with one another. At the age of 18 years old, shortly after I graduated, I was kicked out of my home. Drummer boy's family kindly took me into their one bedroom apartment, where him and I shared a tiny sliver of a room (they literally put up a board to create it into a room). It was about the size of a walk- in closet where we shared a rugged twin bed. My ex was not the cleanest of the bunch. I felt like he wanted to live out what he considered to be a "punk" lifestyle by literally living in ankle deep trash. There were cigarette butts, ash, candy wrappers, used condoms (that weren't technically mine), dirty laundry, old notebooks, and other miscellaneous items scattered across our floor. But, I loved the dude. So, I didn't necessarily mind it right away.
Eventually, my smart mouth got us kicked out of the apartment once the landlord realized his family was letting us stay in the living room. And through all of MY hard work, I got us an apartment of our own. The drummer always had a hard time keeping a job. He went through them as fast as he went through his Marlboro cigarettes. It was his inability to wake up for work that eventually every job would fire him for. Now, I'm not one to make anybody conform to the stressful environments of any corporate company...but, when your girlfriend is working her ass off to keep you afloat, I'd at least think you'd try and find a job you can temporarily tolerate until better circumstances come along. By this point, I got fired from my job (for a reason I will explain later on in this blog), but luckily I found another job working for Porto's Bakery. I was the only manager of my section and if you have ever been there, you would understand that this was an extremely strenuous and physically demanding job. There were almost 300 employees buzzing around this cafe and I was in charge of 30 of them. Therefore, I was always at work. I worked long ass hours from 9am to 10 pm. Drummer boy, however, didn't feel the need to keep his job and decided to quit without mentioning it to me. Now, quitting would be alright if he had another job lined up. But no. This motherfucker sat on his ass for two weeks straight without moving a single muscle.
Now this part is important because it changed the entire dynamic of our relationship. I worked long hours, but on the days I got off on time I would still make him dinner. Eventually, he got a job as a dishwasher at BJ's. So he worked until 11 pm. That night I made him a plate, wrapped it up, and left it on the counter for him to eat. I was exhausted so I couldn't help but fall asleep. I woke up in the middle of night only to find drummer boy sleeping on the couch with his literal dick out in his hand and his phone in the other hand. For some reason his phone didn't lock and I could see that it was sexting messages between him and this girl he was trying to meet with. Now, I can't say whether or not this girl was real or if he was being catfished. But regardless, I was fucking pissed. This next part, I'm not necessarily proud of... I grabbed him and shoved him up against the wall; essentially waking him up from his sleep. I started yelling at him about what an ungrateful little fuck he was. I screamed that I work long hours and I come home to take care of him. Only to find out he was cheating on me during those long hours that I was away at work. Those texts dated back even before he lost his job. I was kind of disgusted with myself for not noticing right away, but I was so consumed with work and making money. I kicked him out.
I'm also not proud of this either, but I headed into a somewhat spiral. I was heartbroken. I was angry. I started letting out my sexual frustrations with random employees at my job. I didn't care whether I was their boss. I didn't care whether it was a man or a woman. I slept with *ALMOST* anyone and everyone. I knew I was trying to fill the empty void of heart ache, but I couldn't care less. I was miserable. I gave my attention to any man who gave it back to me. I even ruined an engagement because the guy left his fiance to be with me. I was selfish and reckless (this would be one of my deepest regrets). Drummer boy came into my work with a note and a bunch of Reese's chocolates as an apology for cheating on me. I never read the note, threw it in the trash, and continued on with my shift.
Eventually, I let drummer boy back into our apartment but we still weren't back together. At this point, Porto's had been open for a month and all the employees wanted to celebrate at Rock n' Brews across the street. I showed up to the event and obviously people were getting drunk fast. Everyone was having a great time, until we reached the very end.
I ended up making out with one of the kitchen managers. He was completely wasted and I was somewhat buzzed but not enough to not know what I was doing. He wanted me to come home with him, but I declined. This seem to upset him quite a bit which lead to a very heated conversation. I eventually took his keys because I knew he was too drunk to drive. But in the midst of our little dilemma, another one creeped it's way into my eye shot. I saw one of my employees crying. She huddled close to me, crying frantically into my arms. I asked her what was wrong, but before she could answer another one of the floor managers came storming our way. I saw him puffing his chest with an angry expression scrunching up his face. I looked at my employee again and quickly asked what happened. She told me that the floor manager was forcing her to sleep with him. She explained that the he screamed at her , saying that if she didn't sleep with him then he would drive off to his home drunk. And if he got into an accident, that it would be her fault. Obviously, this was a bunch of horse shit. I told her it wouldn't be her fault at all and to call an Uber home. She said that she would just sleep in her car until the next morning. I offered to pay for her Uber, but she declined. I said okay and nudged her toward her car. I watched her safely enter her vehicle but she truly never left. So, I assumed she would now be safe.
While this was happening, the kitchen manager (that I was making out with) was still mumbling and yelling at me to let him drive home. He got into my face and told me if I didn't hand him his keys, that he would beat the shit out of me. Now, I don't know why I thought I was being a hero, in retrospect, I should have let that asshole drive himself home...but, I felt like I couldn't live with that guilt on my conscious. So, I told him I'd like to see him try. He was so close to my face that I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Before things got worse, the floor manager approached me. Of course, he was explaining his side of the story. I didn't care very much to listen. Then, two other employees came along. One of them was so drunk he couldn't even stand and the other was one of our bus boys attempting to hold him upright. The floor manager stumbled his way to help the drunkard and his friend. Everyone was too drunk to drive home and I live 5 minutes down the street from this Porto's. So, I offered to drive everyone to the motel across the street. I suggested that everyone stay there until the next morning. The floor manager told me that he wanted me to stay and sleep at the hotel. I told him I was only 5 minutes away from Porto's and I would be fine. But then, the kitchen manager started yelling at me that if I didn't come and sleep with them at the hotel, then they will all drive off drunk. I was in the same predicament as my employee...only that, I was the only woman amongst the group. I figured that if I lied and said I would go while managing to sneak out then I could get everyone there safely at the least. So, I agreed. All of the boys (not men) trampled into my car as I drove us to the motel.
After a short 2 minute drive, the boys stumbled out of the car and into the office to grab a room key. I should have left then, but for some reason I wanted to make sure everyone did go inside the hotel. They grabbed a two queen size bed room. I helped grab the drunk employee up into the motel by myself and laid him down onto the bed. He was too fucked up to say much, but he thanked me. The floor manager and his bus boy told me they were going to look for a smoke shop and that they would be right back. I nodded as the kitchen manager was sloppily getting into the bed. Just as they left, the kitchen manager grabbed me and swung me on top of him. He started shoving his tongue into my mouth and I went with it for a second. But a few seconds after, I changed my mind. I stopped midway and told him that I didn't want to do this. He laughed and grabbed me and flipped me onto the mattress. I kept telling him no. I kept telling him I didn't want to do it. He didn't listen. I didn't fight it much either. I squirmed and repeatedly told him no, but why didn't I punch? Why didn't I kick him in his tiny fucking balls? No. I felt helpless. I felt like I was in shock. He lifted up my skirt and grabbed my underwear to hastily take it off. He undid his zipper and pulled out his dick. But, I was still squirming so he had a difficult time getting it in. I could feel the tip of his dick touching the outside of my vagina and I would squirm again. Eventually, he grunted and fell over onto his back. He was asleep. I got up and pulled my underwear back on. I was about to run out the door but I stopped. I was staring at the man who just attempted to fuck me. He laid on his back snoring with his dick hanging out. Asleep. With no fucking care in the world that he just traumatized me. I left him like that.
However, just as I was about to leave, the floor manager waltzes into the room. He looks at the kitchen manager laying on the bed with his dick out. He then turns to me with a smug look on his face.
"Looks like he had a good time. Huh?" He jokes.
I just stare at him, not saying anything. I told him I have to get going and he tells me no. He gets in front of me to stop me from getting to the door. He instructs me to sit in the chair as he lies down on the floor. He made himself a place on the floor with blankets and pillows because the two other idiots took up the beds. I sit down as I watch him look in my direction. He folds his hands behind the back of his head and says, "So, are you going to fuck me or what?"
Again, I say nothing.
He says, "Well, you fucked him. You're not going to fuck me?"
I tell him that I don't want to sleep with him and that I want to go home. He scoffs.
"If you don't sleep with me. I'm going to make your life a living hell at work," he says. Other threats were made in regards to my work, but I don't quite remember the exact words. All I know is. that he told me I would never get that promotion because he'll just rip it right out of my hands.
"I'd like to see you fucking try." is what I said. I guess it was the only phrase I could think of in moments like this. I got up confidently and walked out the door.
But, I never made it down the stairs. I clutched my chest and collapsed onto the first step. I started welling up with non stop tears. I was afraid and scared. I was overwhelmed with a multitude of different emotions.
A friend took me home but when I confided in him about what happened, he told me "boys will be boys". I was silent until I got home.
When I arrived, drummer boy was home. But I didn't want to tell him what happened. I went straight back outside and called a good friend of mine. She kept telling me, "Lani, you were r*aped and s**ually assaulted". I kept telling her I wasn't, because I couldn't really believe it. I was r*ped before, but my first abusive ex boyfriend (another story for another post). But this felt different, because I didn't know this person. I didn't know anything about him. And yet, he tried to access me in the most disgusting possible way. The next morning, I went to a safe space at a hospital so they could check me for his DNA and I filed a police report.
The following days truly were a living hell. The floor manager made me look bad in front of the higher ups by flooding my cafe with guests. He controlled how many guests go to each section (the bakery, coffee, cafe, and pre-order). He just kept sending everyone my way, while keeping every other section of Porto's lines short. Long lines upset my general manager.
Eventually, I broke down. I admitted everything to my manager. I was frantic and I couldn't breathe. They sent me home.
I had a couple of days off, but when I returned, things just got worse. People were whispering. My employees weren't listening to me. Other employees kept saying I was a whore. That I deserved it for being too flirty. That I always had my legs open. They sided with the kitchen manager. They claimed that I seduced him and then falsely accused him of r*pe. The kitchen manager was already transferred to another Porto's due to my case becoming public with everyone at work. The second that my case was for everyone to see, all the people who were involved wanted nothing to do with me. My employee that I saved from being sexually harassed asked me not to say anything about the situation regarding her and the floor manager. The drunk employee told me he couldn't lose his job over my case and that he was sorry. Inevitably, I lost my case because the floor manager told the detective that I looked perfectly fine and happy after I left the hotel room. As if I was satisfied with what took place. The detective apologized to me because my evidence wasn't enough. Even if they found parts of his semen around my vagina, it wasn't enough to prove that I didn't actually want it. He told me these cases were hard to pursue because it was always a "he said, she said" situation. And with all of the witnesses either withdrawing or siding with the kitchen manager... I ended up losing. I quit the following days.
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