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non-stop-imagines · 5 months

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Conversations While Braiding

From this request 💖

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Black Fem!Reader

Summary: In which we get a look into what's discussed by Lewis and the Reader while she braids his hair

Word Count: ~1.6k words

Warning: Truly nothing bad, it gets a little angsty (?) but it's brief, mentions of food related topics, some cursing, Lewis and the Reader watching Love Island

A/N: This shouldn't have taken as long as it did 🫥...but it's done! 🥳 I would love to write more for Lewis (I think I have an idea somewhere), but it is also highly intimidating because writers on here that write for Lewis and on a completely different level. Still, I'm glad I was able to finish this up finally! That you to the anon who requested! Hope you all like it. Love you all!💖💛💖💛

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"He just fully lied to her face." Lewis practically gasps at the TV, his head leaning against your inner thigh (it made it easier for him to hold the angle that you had his head at), and arm hooked around your thigh, hand running along the outside. His hand has been in that spot since you guys first sat down to start his hair hours ago, not including the moments he got up to get you both something to drink and bring the DoorDash inside.

"That's Love Island for you. It's frustrating and addicting. Tilt your head forward a bit for me, baby." You lightly press his head and he completes the action, checking to make sure he moved enough for you then placing his attention back on the screen.

"And this Casa Amor thing, why the fuck would they do that?" You finish the braid you were on then reach to your side to take another small piece of braiding hair from the rack to your left.

"To 'Shake things up in the Villa'. It's stupid, but I have to admit it makes things interesting and it does give people who aren't already coupled up a chance to find somebody." You gel the root of another sectioned off square of hair and begin braiding. The act was second nature to you, but Lewis couldn't get enough of the feeling of your hands in his hair.

"That makes sense." He whispered the realization basically to himself then flips his head up so he could look at your face, interrupting your braiding. "And you were way too good at that impression, love. I think you've been watching this too much." He giggles wildly as you push his head back down again, finishing the braid and completely unable to stifle the grin straining against your lips.

"No one asked you, Hamilton." You begin to giggle too, the harmonic noise tapering off and ending with a light kiss to your inner thigh, just above your knee. He has done this same gesture multiple times throughout the night, the first time as a thank you for taking the time to do his hair and the times after that it was as though he felt the previous kiss disappearing and had to replenish it.

Silence surrounded you two as the episode continued, disapproving grunts and scoffs coming from you and your boyfriend as you complete another group of braids. Lewis' hand continued caressing your thigh, not even stopping when he reached with his other hand for the water that sat next to him.

"Mmm, before we go to the next episode, let's get tomorrow's schedule situated." You finish another braid and take a look at how much of his head you had left. Not much, maybe 12 or so braids.

"Oh, yes. Um, I think we have the morning situated, getting to the track by 9 for briefing and everything." He grabbed the remote to pause the show and then adjusted his arms so each arm draped across the top of their respective legs, hands still moving back and forth to caress your thighs.

"I'm actually gonna head to the track a little later. I need to finish my hair. So I'll probably be there around lunch time, noon or so." As if almost on cue, you felt a section of curls that seemed to have been missed when you initially gathered your hair this morning fall onto your shoulder.

"Oh, what style are you gonna do?" Lewis made sure that he didn't feel your hands in his hair before turning around to look at you, you were reaching to the side to grab more braiding hair, so you didn't see his eyes scanning your face before landing on your hair, waiting to imagine whatever amazing style you're planning to do

"I think I've landed on doing just a few stich braids, like 4 or 6, and feed them into two ponytails. And I got a pack of lavender hair so, I'm just gonna have a few streaks of purple for you, my dear. In celebration of your home race." You lean forward and kiss his forehead, just above his eyebrows, before having to strain a bit to give a short kiss to his lips.

"Wait, you said you think. So you might do something different last minute?" You had tipped his head back down and turned it forward with you hand as you prepare to do another braid.

"I'll just say, if you don't see me by, like, 2pm tomorrow, I'm probably on the bathroom floor crying because nothing is coming out right." The amount of nonchalantness in your voice, and the fact that the described situation has happened before, mildly concerned Lewis.

"I'll keep my ringer on, then." He picked up his phone to see a text from Susie. "Oh, yeah. So, um..." You could feel him fidgeting, looking down to see him spinning the lilac covered phone in his hand.

"You're nervous, all of a sudden. What?" Your fingers, quickly and skillfully, finish the braid you were on and then reach over to grab another bunch of braiding hair.

"Well, um, if your up to it, and if you don't end up crying on the bathroom floor, uh, Susie is inviting us to dinner once everything is done tomorrow..." He had stopped fidgeting with his phone, but he still stared at the text on his phone, you now realizing that it was more than likely from Susie.

"You know she's gonna ask me to join her with F1 Academy next year. She tried at the beginning of the year, but I was still trying desperately to avoid burning out." This moment was a testament to how automatic an action braiding was for you, because as you talked and thought and worried, your hands continued to pristinely gel off another square of hair to begin braiding, as if your hands were wired to a different, less occupied, brain.

"I mean, you were/are the greatest thing to happen to Mercedes. Probably the best Head Strategist we have ever had, along with improving every department you dipped your toe in. I can see why she wants you." He applied two kisses to your leg this time, realizing it's been too long since the previous kiss so a new kiss had to replace it with the second one being supplemental. "I still don't know why you're dodging her on this. You love the idea."

"I do. I love it to death. Which is why I want to stay away from it. Because I'll be lucky enough to be the one to come in and accidentally ruin everything." Your hands start to shake ever so slightly along with your voice and you take a deep breath as you try and calm yourself. When that ultimately doesn't work, you cease braiding and drape your arms over Lewis' shoulders, gently placing your chin on top of his head as to not agitate the fresh braids.

"You know I would never discount what you're feeling, but that is bullshit." Lewis keeps his head still while your chin perched on top, staring at the faint reflection in the TV screen overlaying the paused show.

"Uh, okay. Why, my love, is it bullshit?" You playfully wrap your arms a little tighter around his neck, pretending to choke him out over the blunt response, then releasing just as quick, draping your arms over his shoulders again.

"First of all, kudos to you for protecting your energy initially. I remember when you decided to take a break, you could physically see that your light had gone completely out. But you are so much better now, at least from what I can tell. And you would be starting everything next season. And there's an entire team behind F1 Academy, so for you to be the soul person to ruin it would be basically impossible."

You were silent for a moment, head still rested on top of his, and then, still silent, you lifted your head and reach over for more braiding hair. The silence was unnerving to Lewis, as he glanced between his phone and what he could see of your reflection. You had gotten half way down the braid when you finally spoke again. "Fine, let her know we'll be there." Lewis allows you to finish the braid you were on, typing out the acceptance of Susie's dinner invitation, then once he feels you complete the braid he reaches back and gently pulls you forward by your wrist, kissing you once you were in his sightline.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" He gave you a genial smile, calming your nerves and actually working to boost your confidence in the situation.

"Laying it on thick, huh, Hamilton?" Lewis just giggles and gives you another long kiss. "You suck a little bit, but I still love you."

"Love you too." He lets you go so you could go back to finishing the few braids left on his hair, complying when you manually twist his head to where you need it.

"Alright, alright. Play the show." You lean over again to grab another bunch of hair while Lewis presses play on the remote, and it's not long until its nearly 11:00pm, Lewis' hair was done, and you both were getting ready for bed.

The next day went perfectly. Media day went off without a hitch. You made it to the track on time, and didn't end up crying on the bathroom floor. And by the end of dinner, you and Susie had verbally agreed to being co-Managing Directors for F1 Academy.

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wrrrenff · 5 months

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Restless Nights In the Devildom

Obey Me: Shall We Date Mammon x F! Reader Synopsis: After a long day in the devildom you can't seem to get any sleep! So of course the only thing to do is go annoy your best friend Mammon. Thing don't turn out as expected when you get to his room...

Warnings: 18+, smut, restraints, bondage, p in v sex, kissing, marking, domination

Gif credits to the creator!

Today had really taken its toll. Three exams, breaking up a fight between Satan and Lucifer, and in the middle of cooking dinner for everyone Beel kept trying to eat my ingredients! All of it was adding up and you were dead tired. So why couldn’t you fall asleep? It’s been two and a half hours and nothing. You could cry at how frustrated you were.

You decided that if you can’t sleep you might as well go annoy your favorite demon. You don’t even bother to knock on Mammon’s door. At this point you are both so used to each other just barging in. When you opened the door you noticed a lump on the bed. As you got closer you saw the white hair you’re so familiar with. He was asleep. Perfect opportunity to fuck with him. His face does look really peaceful… Do you really want to ruin that? Hehe fuck yeah i do.

You slowly reach towards his shoulder, ready to shake the ever-living hell out of him. As soon as you make contact Mammon grabs your hand and quickly fling you onto his bed and straddles you and holds your wrists tightly against the mattress. *What the fuck just happened* you thought.

His furious eyes take a moment before realizing who is underneath him. He smirked. “Well well well. Look who we have here. Does the little human think she can sneak up on me that easily?”

You were breathing hard. This is not how you expected this to go at all. But you weren’t mad at this situation. Or the position.

“You okay princess? You’re breathing real heavy.” Mammon said with slight concern, slightly lifting his weight off your legs but still holding your wrists tight.

You liked this. You didn’t want it to stop. Instead of responding you decided to try something. Slowly but carefully, you lift your knee and press it between his legs, rubbing it back and forth slightly. Mammon moaned. Hard. So devilishly sweet.

“Oh, you want to play like that huh?” Mammon flew off of you and started digging through his dresser drawer. Did he not like it? You worried that you upset him and went too far. That is, until he turned around and you saw the rope and cuffs.

Before you even had a second to think you were being tied up to the demon’s bed frame. You pull at the restraints with no luck at getting out.

“Too tight?”

“They’re fine but…”

The demon raised a brow. He gently grabbed your chin and slowly lifted your face until you were forced to look at him. “What is it darling? Use your words.”

Damn demon. You didn’t want to admit how badly you wanted him but you conceded. “I want to touch you. Make you feel good.”

He chuckled, low and rumbly. It made you squirm. “You came to me. I make the rules. You’re lucky I didn’t use my gag.”

“Well there’s already one flaw in your plan, genius. You forgot to take my clothes off before tying me up.”

“Oh, that won’t be a problem sweetheart.” Suddenly he uses his strength to rip your clothes off. It was so easy for him. Like taking a tissue out of the box.

“So wet for me already and we’ve barely even started.”

He was staring at your figure, eyes full of lust. They were hungry eyes, intimidating. You couldn’t help but shift under him, suddenly feeling self conscious. Before you had too much more time to think about it, Mammon dove in and kissed you hard. You didn’t reciprocate at first, taking a moment to register what was happening, but quickly enough you came to your senses and kissed back. Mammon place one hand on the back of your head, slightly pulling at your hair, his other hand at your breast, lightly teasing your nipple.

He started moving his lips lower. Down your neck biting and sucking hard, almost like he was trying to leave the most obvious marks he could so everyone would know you belonged to him, even if just for this one time. He is the demon of greed after all.

You were a moaning mess. You wanted to touch him. Feel the closeness between you too. It was so FRUSTRATING. It didn’t take long for your moans to turn to impatient whines.

“What’s the matter, princess?”

“I- I want to feel you” you were a panting mess.

“Not yet, baby.”

“Can’t you at least strip too? I want to see you. All of you.”

He seemed to contemplate this for a moment, stroking his chin in the most dramatic way like the idiot he is. He was drawing this out. After a minute he got close to your face and whispered “I’ll see what I can do”

He straddled you and started taking his shirt off. You’ve seen him shirtless before but this time was different. You’ve never wanted to feel up to someone more than you did right now. You try to reach for him but don’t get very far due to the cuffs.

“You’re cute” He continues stripping, your eyes watching hungrily. As he takes off his underwear you can’t help but wonder how the fuck that thing is going to fit inside of you. But you didn’t care. You want him and you want him now.

“Fuck me please! I need it now!” You were practically begging at this point. You could see Mammon wanted to tease you some more but even he was getting to his breaking point. He lines up with your entrance and slowly starts pushing in.

“F-fuuuuucking hell!”

He stops half way through. “Need a sec?”

You nod, struggling a bit to get any words out. After a moment you tell him to continue. He eventually bottoms out inside of you and you have never felt so full in you life. You Loved it, but you needed more.

“Move please!”

“As you wish my princess.”

He starts thrusting and immediately hitting all the right spots. Mammon leaned down and started lapping and sucking one breast while teasing the other with his hand. Feeling the heat between your bodies and all of the sensations he was making you feel, it was pure bliss.

“Mammon faster! Break me!”

Without any hesitation he started going faster and harder, your hips meeting his as best they could considering the restraints. The bed was creaking like crazy. Any other day you’d be worried that this much noise would get you in trouble with Lucifer but you could deal with the consequences later. Mammon moved off your breast and up to your neck, creating more love bites. You were getting close and he could tell. Mammon reached down between you and started rubbing your clit in circles, turning you into a blubbering mess. You couldn’t even form words and more. The only sounds filling the room at this point was just the sound of skin and both of your grunts and moans.

Feeling himself getting closer to the edge, Mammon angled himself a bit differently and was hitting your g-spot perfectly. Only a few more thrusts and you were cumming hard. You went to grab Mammon as you came but were stopped by your cuffs so you were just squirming as you came.

You lay there, still bound by the handcuffs and ropes as Mammon kept pounding into you. You were so sensitive. It felt great. Each thrust into you had you whimpering. He just kept hitting your g-spot. After a minute, it was like you had gained a second wind and you could feel yourself getting close again. Mammon, realizing this, started thrusting even harder into you. You could swear the bed was going to break. Soon you both came, screaming each other's names. You were in such a trance after that you didn’t even know your own name. Mammon collapsed on top of you, panting like crazy. After catching his breath and regaining some strength, Mammon released you from your restraints. You immediately grabbed onto him like a koala to a tree. He chuckled and held you close.

After a few minutes of cuddling, you finally broke the silence. “You know, I just came in here to annoy you but if the thanks I get for barging in here, I think I need to do it more often”

The demon smirked “From here on out you can expect a lot more, princess.” You both cuddled up as close as you could to each other and eventually drifted off into the deepest most refreshing sleep you’ve ever had.

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hyuuukais · 4 months

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.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-

pairing • bang chan x fem reader

synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?

warnings • general, blood, vague descriptions of a car accident

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CHAPTER TWELVE • LEAVE TOWN (1.9k)

"I need to go back. I must have missed something-"

"Why do you insist on doing everything we say not to?" Minho groans, throwing his head back against the couch.

All of you are huddled around the coffee table trying to brainstorm the next step. Chan has a blanket wrapped around him that somehow made it around your shoulders when you sat on the floor with him, facing Minho and Jeongin on the couch. Your legs are pressed against each other, and you can see Chan's hand slowly making it's way to yours under the table. Part of you wants to just grab it, hold it, never let go, and the other part wants to pull away, run as far as you can.

You don't move your hand.

"Because." You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Because why?" Minho rubs his brow with one hand.

"Just because!" You throw your hands up, forgetting Chans. "They're the only ideas that make sense! Either I go back to find what I missed, or I go confront Yeonjun."

"Why do you need to confront him?" Chan asks, leaning an arm on the coffee table. "I mean, yeah, you left him, but for good reason. You don't owe him an explanation. He... he hurt you, Y/n."

"I know," you voice cracks, betraying your straight face. Biting the inside of your cheek, you wait until the pressure behind your eyes goes away before speaking again. "Maybe it's not him who needs to be confronted."

"What do you mean?" Jeongin, who's been mostly quiet since you got back, asks.

You don't exactly know how to put this next part into words. "Maybe... it's me? The whole reason I moved here was to run away. The reason I wrote my novel was to escape. I've ignored my problems. Maybe I need to stop running."

"Bullshit, we all avoid our issues. You don't see us with fictional boyfriends and black goo in our sinks." Minho sits up, looking at you directly in the eye. "You're not the problem."

One thing he says catches your attention. "Black goo?"

"Yeah, in your sink?" Minho wrinkles his nose. "It smelled awful." Noticing the look on your face, a mix of horror and confusion, he shifts down to the floor in interest. "What? Is this new?"

"Not exactly," you say, trying to piece it together. "I saw it in a dream when this all began. Do you think it's a sign?"

"Of what?"

"Running out of time?" You whisper, hearing Chans breath catch.

"I..." Minho glances at Chan, then back to you. "It could be anything."

Jeongin is the last to join you on the floor. "No, I think Y/n might be right. I felt something in the air... change, I don't know. Right when she suggested it."

Minho clears his throat once, twice, a hand coming up to rub his chest. "What can we do?"

His voice is hoarse when he speaks and you look at him with concern, but his eyes are squeezed shut and he coughs lightly.

"Do you need some water?" Jeongin leans away from him.

"No I-" And he can't stop coughing.

Rough, wet coughs erupt from Minho, his eyes wide open now. Unable to stay sitting up, he folds forward, a hand hitting the ground hard. The force of the coughs have him heaving, pulling the neckline of his shirt. For a split second, you make eye contact, and you can see the fear in his face.

Something is killing him.

"Min!" You shuffle beside him, breaking free from your frozen state and emerge from the warm blankets to rub his back. He won't stop coughing, tears forming at the edges of his eyes, snot starting to run out of his nose.

Every inhale is like sandpaper, unable to catch his breath. Minho starts grabbing blindly, trying to ground himself as his vision starts to go, limbs weakening.

"Fuck, Jeongin do something!" You shout, panic seeping into your words.

"Why me?" His voice rises, clearly scared.

"You know more about these forces than any of us!" You cry, watching at your best friend's eyes start to droop, as his upper body starts to sway. "Min, please. Please, please, please. Hold on. For me. Fight this thing!"

As you beg, Chan moves beside you, pulling you away as Minho's body slumps sideways toward your lap. Chan barely catches Minho's now unconscious body before his head hits the table, holding his face. In the mixture of tears, drool, and snot, there's a trickle of dark red blood from his nose.

Almost black.

Above you lies Minho, safely tucked into bed and currently being monitored by Chan while you heat up some leftover soup on the stove. It's quiet in this house; the only sounds to be heard are the wind whistling through old bones and your wooden spoon hitting the pot. Jeongin sits at the table, watching nothing through the window.

Both of them, Chan and Jeongin, had to team up to calm you down after the earlier events. No one knew what had happened, but that at least Minho was breathing, wheezing. What killed you the most was not knowing. Was Minho going to get better on his own? Did you need to do something? Is he going to get worse? These questions are going to keep you up at night.

It's not long before the soup is ready and you bring a bowl up to Chan. He refused to let you into the room, saying "You don't need to see him like this, not now. Go eat downstairs with the kid."

And so you did.

It felt silly. This was your house, not his, so you should be allowed to go wherever, however, a part of you is grateful for his protectiveness. Seeing Minho's body slumped over on the floor was enough to make you hysterical once, surely it could happen again.

"Y/n, can I ask you something?"

Oh, right. You weren't alone.

"Shoot."

"Do you ever feel..." Jeongin sighs through his nose, hard. "Do you ever get a weird feeling about this town?"

"Only all the time." You play with your soup; you aren't hungry.

"Okay, another question." There's more hesitancy in his voice. "Have you ever left town since moving here?"

"Yeah I'm sure I have-" And you really think about it. Over the course of now around a year and a half, "I've... never left town. What?"

You stare at Jeongin because what the fuck do you mean you've never left since moving in? The furthest you've gone is your own house, and that's not far out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see your phone light up. There's a text from an unknown number. It reads: check it. That could only be one thing.

"Come," is all you say before jolting up from the table, tripping over yourself up the stairs. You hiss in pain when your knee makes contact with the hard, wooden step, but you have more important things to do than lie there in pain.

Jeongin's never been in your office, squinting in the dark as you rush over to your laptop in the corner. He hits his right leg on the couch, losing his balance and falling; you don't even notice.

The USB is plugged in already, of course it is.

TRY LEAVING. I DARE YOU.

"Fuck. You."

New emotion rises in your chest, eyes brimming with tears against your will. Crying out in anger, you slam a fist down on the keyboard, and a sob wracks your whole body. Soon you can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but sit there and weep. You feel useless. You feel small. You feel everything bad about yourself.

"Hey, hey, hey," a soft voice breaks your bubble. "Can you hear me?"

Nod.

"Do you want to be alone?"

Shake.

"Come here."

Warm arms wrap around you, picking you up and laying you on the couch. There's no question of who it is, Jeongin must have grabbed him. Soft fingertips gingerly wipe your tears away, moving to pull the throw blanket on the couch arm over your body. Plush lips kiss your left cheek, your right cheek, another on your nose until you're a blushing, giggling mess. You sniff, looking up at Chan with a goofy smile, the bad thoughts and feelings melting away.

How could you feel so terrible around someone like him? Love, personified?

"Thank you." Your eyes flutter shut, hands with a mind of their own pulling Chan down for a chaste kiss before sleep finds you.

Nightmares continue to plague you, slipping in and out of sleep, tossing and turning. Yeonjun is present in most of them, at the edge just watching you, basking in your fear from afar. And there's always that shining beacon of light, the figure of a person when you get closer, trying to guide you out.

Hours have passed when you wake, but it's still the early morning. Cold sweat settles on your skin. You swing your legs over the couch edge and walk to your desk, surveying the damage done to your laptop. A key has flown loose, but other than that, it's intact. You laugh.

Everything in you wants to fling that thing out the window.

Instead, you take a deep breath and walk downstairs, right outside. A light breeze hits you, raising goosebumps on your bare arms. Your eyes adjust to the dark quickly, spotting your car sitting down your driveway a bit. Parking further away let you enjoy a bit of a walk before work. Living away from the majority of civilization has made your views on safety change, leaving your door unlocked at night, a window open.

Or, in this case, your keys still in the ignition.

"I was wondering where those went." You laugh to yourself.

Maybe you weren't in your right mind. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to take the dare. Maybe you are playing into the hands of the universe and doing exactly as expected.

But maybe you don't care anymore.

How could you? Your best friend could be dying. Your love interest is dying. Everything you touch wilts. The stray cat you feed daily is probably worse off now that it's met you than it was before you moved across the street. With this in mind, you start the car.

You leave town.

And it only takes about 15 minutes for whatever force has been keeping you confined to the small town to realize where you are and what you're doing. You have to keep going. You have to get back home. Risking your life never felt so good, knowing at least you'll save those who deserve it.

Thinking you've made it a safe distance, you turn the radio on. It crackles to life, spitting out bits and pieces of old tunes. You hum along to something you recognize, although the name is lost on you. Something about time.

At first, you think you've dreamt leaving the house altogether, not processing the loud crash or warm liquid oozing down your your head to your chin, dripping dark red, just the floaty feeling. You don't feel the glass in your hair, the bruises forming, the blood dripping down your nose, surely broken from the force of hitting the steering wheel.

Instead, you focus on the cold air rushing in. Did you open the window? You must have. How else would you be feeling it? You focus on the moon shining brightly in the sky. You focus on the tug of sleep pulling you under and under and under and under...

Until you wake, in complete darkness. A band of light rises from the base of the floor, distorted by water.

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hoosurdaddy · 2 years

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Headcannon: The group edge you as punishment.

(Tw: edging, being tied up, oral, fingering, idk, poly!relationship, idk if that counts as d/s. I’m sad rn).

Nancy, Steve, and Eddie all sat on the bed of the edge as they watched Robin punish their little princess.. Arms tied above your head, with the legs spread open and your back resting against the bed

“How’s our princess holding up?” Robin smirked as she rubbed her hands onto your inner thigh, so close to where you wanted her to touch you. You whined a little, buckling your hips. All you wanted was her sweet mouth devouring you like no tomorrow.

“I think our princess wants to cum.” Steve smirked before pausing. “No, needs to cum.. it’s too bad..”

“Please, please, let me cum.” You cried out for what felt like the hundred time tonight. Your cries of desperation were being ignored by the group. It felt like hours upon hours. Eddie and Nancy made their way towards you, making you reach out for their touch, only to be pulled back by the restraints.

“Oh princess..” Nancy mocked with a pout on her lips. “You’ve got to learn your lesson, you can’t be reckless and get away with it.” Eddie finished with a smirk.

“Please… I’m sorry.. please touch me. I need you.”

You felt two pairs of hands wandering your body. Two small pair of hands, which you assumed to be Nancy and Robin. One touch was rough, and the other gentle. You could only assume who was who guessing by the feeling of their skin on yours.

With your legs already spread, Robin found herself placed in between them. She lightly stroked your clit, giggling at how you jolted before waving Nancy over. “Let’s taste our princesses pretty pussy.” You heard Nancy hum before the bed titled lightly. Both Robin and Nancy were laying between your legs. They began taking turns kissing and lapping at your core while the other was planting sinful kisses on your your clit. Each time they would switch, your back would arch off the bed at the feeling of their amazing tongues on your most sensitive parts.

Nancy must of sensed you were close as she pulled Robin away from your clit to kiss her. Both of being humming into each others mouth as your taste.

Eddie gently turned your face away from the girls to look up at him. “Open your mouth, baby.” When you obeyed, Eddie gently eased himself into your mouth with a light thrust of his hips. He ran his fingers through your hair. “Look at this. Our princess doing as she’s told for once.” You whimpered as both Eddie’s praise and the feeling of someone moving their fingers into your core.

You assumed it was Robin as you could hear Nancy and Steve moaning at eachother as they made out. You suddenly felt your body being flipped over onto your stomach before someone moved you put onto your knees. “You wanna cum baby?” Eddie asked from behind you as he rubbed his cock against your core, making you whimper at the burning sensation.

“Yes.. Eddie, please.” You cried. Eddie finally caved and slide himself into you. Groaning as he felt your stretch out around him. His fingers digging into the flesh of your bum as he began thrusting at a slow speed.

You feel someone’s fingers tugging on your nipples. It was Nancy this time. “Aw, does our pretty girl wanna cum? Should we let her cum?” She giggled as Steve came up behind her to watch you. He planted a kiss onto Nancy’s neck as he looked at Eddie, who nodded behind him.

“Cum.” Eddie confirmed. That was all it took. A few thrusts of Eddie and Nancy playing with your nipples, you finally got to cum, but the teasing and the pleasure never stopped, even after the second time you came.

You could only hope pleasure like this never ends. That you never stop being their baby.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #nancy wheeler smut #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler #stranger things au #🕰(stranger thing stories)

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fortune-fool02 · 1 year

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Prompt #16 for Luis? :D

Luis Sera x female reader

Prompt 16 - Thunderstorm

Summary: A thunderstorm rolls in and Luis takes it upon himself to comfort his beloved.

Warnings: No spoilers for RE4 remake, fluff and comfort.

Thank you for the request! Google translate helped me with Luis' Spanish so forgive me if it's inaccurate. Translations are at the bottom. Please enjoy!

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The soft crackle of the fireplace was hushed by the sound coming through the T.V, a cheesy romance movie that offered a little more entertainment than anything else on. Warm glows cast from the dancing flames filled the room, pushing shadows against the walls and over surfaces, joined by the few lit candles around them.

Luis smiled at his handiwork, setting down another blanket he brought from their bedroom, adding it to the little pile on the couch. He had heard on the weather forecast that a thunderstorm was approaching, and he wanted to be prepared for it. Personally, he didn't really mind thunderstorms, it was more for [Name]. Thunderstorms had always been a fear for her. Something that she couldn't help despite trying, and the second a crash of thunder is heard closeby, any sense of relaxation is snuffed out.

He quickly grabbed some snacks and set them out as well, to save any awkward fumbling about in the dark if the electric goes out. A deep rumble was heard, not too far away from the house. The storm was closer than he expected. The sound of a car coming to a stop inside their driveway caught his attention, a warm smile lifting his lips as he stood by the door entrance of the living room, waiting for his beloved.

A faint rattle of keys, the lock clicking and the door opening.

"Bienvenido a casa, mi amor." The warm smile melted into one of sympathy when he saw the flecks of fear in her eyes, her breathing a little quick while her body trembled lightly. Luis walked over, his arms wrapping around her and pulled her close. Her arms immediately wrapping around his body, latching onto him like a lifeline. The light trembles vibrating against him somewhat.

"Hey, shh, shh. It's okay, [Name]." He whispered, pressing light kisses on her head. "Come on, let me get your coat. You rest, eh?"

"Okay..." her voice was quiet, thin threads of unease stitched into her words before another thunderclap was heard, making her whole body tense, burying her head deeper into his chest. Luis simply stood there, gently soothing her before he got her coat off.

Holding onto his hand, [Name] followed him into the living room, noticing the candles and the fireplace humming with a comforting warmth that chased away any nipping coldness from the biting winds outside. Luis guided her to the couch and set her down, wrapping the blankets around her body. Not too tight but not too loose.

It was perfect. The gentle, soothing mix of golden oranges, reds and yellows mixing together like a sunset surrounding them both. The icy, howling winds and roaring thunders outside pushing to try and be heard, but Luis ensured it wouldn't be.

Moving a little bit, he settled himself behind [Name], some of the blankets draped along his legs and hips, nuzzling lightly against her neck and prepping soft kisses on her cheek and head, little ways to keep her grounded with him.

"Thank you, Luis." [Name] turned her head to look at him, a few strands of hair brushing over his face, a relaxed smile on his lips. Mist-grey eyes gazing down at her, swirling with such admiration and love for such a cold colour. She never grew tired of his eyes. Well, she never grew tired of Luis in general.

"Don't worry about it, princesa." His lips brushed along hers lightly and then closed the last few millimeters.

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"Bienvenido a casa, mi amor - Welcome home, my love"

"Princesa - Princess"

#luis sera #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #luis serra #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil remake #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake

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Let Me Count the Ways

Chapter Sixteen - The Kiss

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [Ch 3] [Ch 4] [Ch 5] [Ch 6] [Ch 7] [Ch 8] [Ch 9] [Ch 10] [Ch 11] [Ch 12] [Ch 13] [Ch 14] [Ch 15]

Antomologist had seen where they landed, which meant they had only a few moments to think of their next move, and all Chat Noir could do was stand frozen where he was, every thought on hold.

Ladybug still had her arms wrapped around him.

Even though both his feet were firmly planted, he clung to her for balance. Her breaths came quickly, matching his own. They were chest to chest and moving closer. His heartbeat drummed in his ears.

“Why?” he rasped, then tried again. “Why did you do that?” He wasn’t going to make this weird for her, no matter what fantasies the secluded setting and their position inspired. He removed his hands from her hips and forced them to stay at his sides, imagining they were pinned there.

And Ladybug still held him. “What?”

“He was distracted. You could have snuck up behind him instead of rescuing me. You should have. Why didn’t you?”

Her hands slid away from his waist only to find his shoulders, like suddenly she was the one who needed help staying upright. “Because… because…” She looked away, biting her lip. (He tried not to stare. Stop it stop it.) “You probably want some flowery speech. You deserve one. But I–” Her hands slid up to his neck, brushing the hairs on his nape, raising goosebumps. He closed his eyes against her proximity. It didn’t help, so he pushed his palms flat against his legs to keep them from trembling. Don’t react.

She stepped forward, drawing him in until she was all he could feel. Her arms, her hands, her chest, her stomach. Her soft breath against his lips.

“But I’m so bad with words!”

Her mouth pressed against his, hot and hard, and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, the only movement he trusted himself to make. Don’t. Don’t react!

Because she’d said so many times that she did want him. Someone else held her heart. She must not have meant it the way he wanted her to. And because he would ruin something.

Don’t!

One hand left his hair to cradle and stroke his cheek. Cherished. He’d never felt cherished before now. He swallowed a whimper.

DON’T!

Closed eyes blocked out her face, but they couldn’t block out her. How good she felt. How badly he wanted to kiss her back.

He opened his eyes again, hoping sight would somehow make it easier to hold still, but all he could see was her. His hands had become unpinned and were hovering, longing to hold her, refusing the order to retreat.

When she lightly scratched the back of his head, he thought knees would give out. Or maybe his willpower. How long had he stood frozen like this? Half a second? A whole second?

How much longer could he last against her?

What would happen if he sank into her, held her, kissed her back with every ounce of feeling for her he had bottled up for years?

His hands ghosted over her, so close he swore he could feel her warmth through his gloves. What if he tilted his head to match her?

Her eyes snapped open. She jerked backward, pushing herself into the wall of their hiding spot and covering her mouth with both hands.

They stared at each other.

“Why?” he asked, though he wasn’t really sure if the question was why she kissed him or why she stopped. Nothing was making sense.

“I’m so sorry,” she said between her fingers. “I’m so, so sorry.” Her hands slid up her face to cover her cheeks, but not her eyes. She hadn’t blinked since she’d opened them.

“Sorry?”

“I thought you wanted– That you were– I read all the signals wrong, didn’t I?”

A shadow passed over the opening of their tree hollow, plunging them into twilight. But his back was to it, his focus on Ladybug. He watched as her eyes followed the movement outside, and then as she put her hands on hips. When she looked back to him, she’d pasted a forced smile onto her face. “Wow, this is so embarrassing! I thought you had fallen in love with me again. Isn’t that funny?” Her smile got wider. More manic.

“That’s not–”

“I get it.” She shrugged her shoulders, and threw up her hands too, for the emphasis. Or maybe because of her nervous energy, he wasn’t sure. She wasn’t quite meeting his eyes. “I’m four years too late and making you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. I’m so sorry.” Her eyes flicked to his during her apology, then found the wall again.

“Ladybug,” he said, taking a step forward. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m really sorry. That was awful of me!” She threw her arms wide. Definitely nervous energy.

His own feelings were muted. Shocked. Or maybe they were so big he couldn’t feel the edges of them to be able to figure out what they were. It was so much easier to focus on someone else.

“I promise it won’t happen again,” she continued.

At least he could tell how he felt about that statement. He shook his head.

But before he could verbally protest, another voice, loud and echoing, shook through their tree hollow. “There you are!”

The shadow passed over them again, and this time Chat Noir did turn. One of Antomologist’s large arms blocked all but a small sliver of light at the bottom of the opening. A shudder knocked both of them to their knees, and then he was flung sideways against the splintering wood as the tree was uprooted and shaken.

The giant red arm moved, and Chat Noir and Ladybug tumbled out. The ground rushed up to meet them.

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Author's note: Let’s play a game! It’s called “Guess What The Author Titled the Next Chapter.” :D

Tag list: @clawsout83 @trippingovermyfeet @tbehartoo @yoonjae20 @random-cartoon-fangirl @jasvalka

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #ladynoir #mlb

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not-alien-girl-v · 1 year

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hii luv ur work!! can u pleqse write a george daniel fic where he gets jealous

warning: language, jealousy,

note: famous!reader and boyfriendcore george in this one for the sake of making fucking sense. also this is so brain rot read at your own risk. if u get to a point where ur thinking ‘wtf r u talking about’ just know i was thinking that too while writing it

"so what's your setlist looking like for this tour?" he asks. he's leaning against the wall, all five feet and eight inches of him, and his dark brown hair is pulled up out of his face in a loose ponytail, very hipster with his wire-framed glasses and oxford shoes. he's flirting up a storm, she know this, she doesn't quite enjoy it, but she accepts it, as the man is approaching her as a fan, and she must maintain her 'humble to fans' persona she has as a famous person.

"it's a lot of new stuff, some from the new album, a few classics from a while back, and some covers we've been working on too, it's really great, though, i guarantee you'll love it."

"oh you guarantee?"

"absolutely, i do. this tour so far has been our best one yet!" she giggles.

"if you say so. oh hey, by the way can i get a pic with you?"

"yeah, of course," and he moves forward to wrap his arm around her shoulder, and his phone has already been taken out from his back pocket, he's about to snap the pic when his head turns, lips touching the side of her cheek, taking her by surprise.

once the round white button has been clicked, he traps her in a hug, squeezing tightly before pulling away, holding her at arms length, "thanks so much for the picture, and the chat, you're really cool, maybe we could-" he trails off.

from behind her now, "hey babe, we gotta head out." george's voice is deep, low, at the bottom of his range as it always is, and one wouldn't suspect an edge to him tonight just through his tone, but the manner in which he moves, the rough exhale through his nose once his words release from his mouth, and the tight grip his calloused fingers take on her bicep all add up to his grouchy face.

"oh, bye! it was lovely meeting you!" she calls out, lightly being dragged back to the tour bus, struggling to keep up with his long strides, taking roughly two steps for his every one. oh to have long legs.

he doesn't open the door for her, he opens for himself, at least not slamming it in her face while she trails hesitantly behind him, wondering what's got his panties in such a twist tonight, and she refrains from asking once she hears a huff from him and the rough shutting of a bunk curtain, a sign he's not in the mood to talk, and he'd rather just lay down and pout for a bit.

that's fine. he often does this, acts immature when something's bothering him rather than communicating his feelings in a productive fashion. it's something they were working on. you can't have everything be perfect in a relationship, after all.

the couch dips and slightly squeaks under her weight, settling into the corner of it, arm resting on the arm rest. there's no tv, no nearby books to read, and she left her phone in the bunk her boyfriend was occupying, so she was left alone with her thoughts, a fate worse than death. it doesn't take long for a conclusion to be made and an action plan.

up on her feet again, she's bounding towards the bunk and she rips the curtain open, him doubtfully rolling over to face her standing next to him, and he blinks once, "what?"

"hey baby, can i lay with you?" he almost rolls his eyes, almost, but ultimately doesn't want to end up single by the end of the night, so he wordlessly scoots over to make space for the second body.

she decides to open the floor for love, choosing to curl up into his chest before exchanging words, and he gratefully lets her. it's so like him, even in a fight, to graciously accept whatever form of affection she's willing to bestow upon him.

some silences follows, but it all ends when she rests her chin on his chest, propping her head up to look right at him. "can you tell me what's bothering you?"

he glances down at her, feeling as though it would be easier to stare up into the darkness than into her endless eyes while spewing his feelings.

"he was all over you."

there it is. he's jealous. he won't admit it, but he's jealous.

"it's not like your fans aren't all over you, too. i don't give you shit for that."

“that’s what worries me. it feels a little like you don’t care,” he’s met with silence and for a fleeting moment, he regrets wearing his heart on his sleeve as he so rarely does. “i’m sorry i just get scared sometimes it seems like us being together is an afterthought for you, just a perk of the fame lifestyle, but to me, you’re my entire life. i know sometimes i can be a bit hypocritical in that often fans get up close and touchy with me but it feels nice to have you be jealous of me, like i am. i feel… wanted, i feel cared for.”

“of course i care. you know this. you know i just don’t choose to let these things bother me, and it’s fine that you can be jealous awsometimes, but i am so confident in the fact that you’re it for me, for life, that i don’t worry about losing you because i know that neither of us could ever picture a life without each other. now that you’re mine, you’re mine forever, and i’m not scared of letting you go because you’d come back to me, in any lifetime, you’d always choose me in the end. that’s a beautiful thing. i want you to remember that more often.”

he doesn’t move. he doesn’t speak. she wonders if he’s stopped breathing, heart ceasing to beat. “please?” her voice barely breaks through her throat, an inch above a whisper from her lips.

“i will. i promise to try, at least.”

“cool. can i big spoon you now?” he cracks into a laugh, a cackle, almost, and she wants to clown on him for sounding like an old witch but she figures now’s not the time for that.

“did u give me that entire speech just to coax me into saying yes?”

she smiles, a sweet smile that could only be translated into the word ‘yes’, but she doesn’t need words to speak that to him, sometimes it seems as though they have their own language together, consisting of shy smiles and sweet kisses that mean whatever they need them to. she meets her lips to his.

he snickers a little but turns around and lets her spoon him, simply accepting it as if he doesn’t cherish every small touch she leaves on him.

she drops a kiss on his shoulder blade and rests her forehead on him, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating through her, like a personal space heater, and it’s a calming sensation, to know that george is near, right now and for the rest of their young lives.

what a good place to end this chapter, right? wrong.

he whispers, “i wish i could get to know you.”

“… you do know me.”

he sighs like she should be able to read his mind at this point (she never does). “i wish there was some deeper level of connection available for humans to utilize. i want to know you. i want to breathe in every thought in your head and exhale it into existence, see it all spalyed out in front of me. i want to pick you apart, look at you for hours, for as long as i can, i want to be consumed by you. i need to know it all, everything.”

how is she supposed to function when he says shit like this on the daily. george, and his handsomeness, and his niceness and his hotness and his sappy words that make her melt. it’s not fair, truly.

“yeah, right back at ya, man.”

this time, his loud howling laugh is not any bit considerate of those surrounding, he’s unapologetic and expands into the silence, huffing and puffing and rolling out the bed like he can’t contain the precious feeling she plants in him.

“oh god, i’m taking a lap for that one sweetheart, i’ll be back in 10.”

gentle hands shut the curtain that provides his frazzled girlfriend with privacy in the bunk, the sound of his footsteps retreating being the only audio, until they change pace, change direction, the curtain rips open.

leaning in, with a deliberate pause just as he would reach her lips with his own, a signature move he’s developed over the many years of kissing women. but when he finishes his little trick, he’s soft, he’s so full of love that she can practically taste it on his pink lips, something like mint toothpaste and watermelon chapstick but it’s so originally him that she can hardly breathe at the thought of it.

she hopes she can live the rest of her life without air in her lungs, if that’s what it would cost to love so deeply as she does.

#george daniel fanfic #george daniel #george daniel fanfiction #george daniel x reader #the 1975 fanfiction #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 #2014 aesthetic #tumblr grunge #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #the 1975 smut #george daniel fic #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald smut #ross macondald fanfic

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pushywombat · 9 months

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Storm

Part Eleven

Puuuuuuush...

The contraction keeps rolling through Ethan, squeezing down. He breathes in, deep and fast, and huffs it out through his mouth. In... huff it out. In... hold... huff it out.

Puuuuuuuuuush.

In... and hold. His mind is a whirl of panic. He doesn't want this, he can't do this, he's not ready, but second by second the pressure is taking over. In... hold... More than pressure. He feels full, so full, the hard round shape of the baby's head pressing down between his legs and he wants it out. Out. Out!

Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush!

He's still holding his breath, he can't seem to let it go; his mouth won't (push!) make the right shape. His teeth click together and (push!!) clench, and his grip tightens on the arm of the (PUSH!!!) sofa. He's not (PUUUUSH!!!!) ready. He can't he can't he (PUUUUSSSHHHH!!!!) can't this isn't happening he isn't

"Hnnnnnnnnnnngh!"

He has the shocking realisation that he's pushing, after it starts against his will. And a moment later, a sweet burst of excitement and elation. He can feel her moving! She's coming! He's doing it! He's having a baby!

The next push feels good. He doesn't forget the pain - it's far too intense to ignore - but it becomes less important than the sensation of the baby moving down between his legs, the sense of gradual progress as he pushes her down further, and further. He can feel his body reshaping around her as she descends.

When the contraction is over he falls forward against the arm of the sofa, gasping, pouring sweat. He still feels pushy, but without his muscles squeezing down, the urge is bearable, and he needs to get what rest he can. He decides he wants his feet under him, and - slow, careful, achy - comes up into a squat, leaning heavily on the sofa to support his swollen, tender body. When he's there, he gingerly puts a hand between his legs to feel.

There's a decided bulge, and when he presses up very lightly he can feel her, a solid curve. She's on the way.

The next contraction hits, and Ethan needs both hands holding onto the sofa for support. This time his only thought of resisting is to realise that it wouldn't be remotely possible; what was a downish sort of squeeze goes down, down, down, down, DOWN. He's pushing long before the contraction peaks, following the waves of pressure provided by the contraction. PUUUUUUUUUUSH, and rest. PUUUUUUUUUUSH, and rest. On and on as the contraction rolls.

Down she goes.

Ethan has long since stopped counting contractions. He's barely aware of anything happening outside his own body - not the light in the room, not the sound of wind and rain. There's only pain and pressure and progress. Between contractions he pants, needing as much air as possible, and feels the bulge between his legs, a little bigger every time, until the sensations change again.

He's pushing and pushing when he notices - oh. A little stretch.

A stretch is happening. He's stretching open. Opening up to let the baby out.

Slowly now, he thinks. Easy. The urge to push is still overwhelming, but he starts to think, Okay, okay, work with it. Work with me here. He remembers that panting ought to help him resist, and that going slow will help prevent tearing. So he pants, only pushing when the waves of pressure are at their strongest, and then as gently as he can. Trying to stop, or at least slow down, when the stretch feels like it's getting too much.

By the time the contraction breaks, it's starting to burn. He feels again, between his legs, and this time feels his mouth go open and his eyes go wide, because -

There she is!

He's touching his daughter.

She's completely bald, skin smooth and sticky-wet with blood and fluids from inside him. He rubs a fingertip over the top of her head, careful and gentle, and whispers, breathless, "Let's get you out of there, kid."

But slowly. Slowly.

The next contraction hits. The work now isn't just pushing - it's pushing at the right pace, with the right force, with only the sensations in his body to guide him. Stretch... stretch... too much okay okay pant, pant, wait, breathe, let your body get used to it... now stretch a little more... okay okay...

He doesn't know what time it is, and he doesn't care. Not how long he's been in labour, how long he's been pushing, how long since he sent that text - none of it matters. The only time that matters is now, and now he is giving birth to his daughter, second by second, breath by breath, push by push, contraction by contraction. Twice more, the wave of pain breaks, and he rests and touches his daughters head, able to feel more of it each time. Twice more, he takes a huge sucking breath as a new contraction begins, riding the start of it to push as long as he's able, stretch... pant... wait... rest... okay... here we go...

It burns worse and worse. He whines and keens and moans as he pushes, feeling the head opening him wider and wider, bit by bit. That's all he's focused on. The work of childbirth, his body telling him what work to do, what stage he's at. Push, or rest. Stretch, or breathe. The roar of the rain is forgotten.

If he hears a different roar, the roar of a car engine approaching outside, he doesn't register or process it. Not the scrape and click of a key in the front door, either. Nor the door opening and closing, nor fast-paced, frantic footsteps. He's pushing, and pushing, and resting, until suddenly his concentration is broken.

"Ethan?!"

Danny's voice.

"Oh my god, you're really - " A couple of harsh, terrified breaths, and then Danny says, "Shit. Oh shit."

#birth kink #birth fic #trans mpreg #labor kink

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indigosunsetao3 · 2 months

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Keeping Lines Blurry

Chapter 15 - Cover of Darkness

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on A03 for any of your triggers

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick X Original FMC 7.7k words - AO3 Link

Gaz moved Olivia to the bedroom after about an hour of her sleeping on the couch. She woke up when he gently shook her and let him guide her slowly to the room before collapsing into the bed. He tucked the plush comforter around her and went to the bathroom that connected and turned on the light. He knew how disorienting it could be to wake up in the dark in an unfamiliar place. Pulling the door so it was just a sliver of light coming in Gaz looked over at Olivia who had once again curled tightly against a pillow. She was always holding onto something these days for a sense of comfort, a way to make her feel a little less alone Gaz guessed.

Gaz walked around to the other side of the bed and slipped his phone onto the nightstand before taking a seat on bed above the covers. He needed rest himself and Laswell had told him that it would be morning before she could give him any sort of update to his orders. She told him to keep low, keep Olivia alive and most of all, be ready. All of those things Gaz could do. So as Olivia slipped into the slow soft breathing of sleep Gaz settled down on his pillows on his side, resting his hands on his stomach, and willed himself to sleep as well.

His rest was fitful at best. Gaz tossed and turned and found himself jolting awake a few times to check on Olivia who still slept on with her back to him. He checked his phone every time he woke up but was still all quiet from the rest of them. He was careful to not move around too much so he wouldn’t disturb Olivia but when he woke up again around two, he jerked hard against a perceived restraint. He had been dreaming about when he had been dumped in the river. Except this time, he was being held under the water and his lungs were bursting for air. When he woke up to a pressure on his chest he shoved at it hard to get it off as he scrambled to get away.

It took a second to orient himself, to blink at the blinding bathroom light in the dark and remember where he was and what was happening. His hands that had pushed at what was on him were still gripping Olivia’s shoulders and her voice came to him after a second.

“Kyle, it’s me,” she breathed as he held her shoulders hard and had a wild look in his eyes. She remembered nights in the past like this. Where his memories would chase him in his dreams and he would thrash and fight until she managed to wake him up. “Hey, look at me,” she said after a second reaching out to twist his face back to her and away from whatever ghosts he was watching fade. “It’s Oli, you’re here with me,” she said after a second as he stared at her. “You’re in bed with me, safe.”

“Oli,” Gaz said after a second sounding a bit confused as things came into focus. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said instantly letting go of her as if the touch had burned him. “I should have just stayed on the couch,” he reasoned as he flexed and clenched his fingers a few times. Now that he was fully conscious, albeit sleepy, he was able to really assess the situation. Olivia, whether in her sleep or in attempt to rouse him, had rolled over to him. Her body was pressed up tight against his above the covers, one leg twined within his own as she leaned on her good arm above him. Her right hand was still on his cheek as he stared up at her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“What? No,” Olivia said dropping her hand from his face to rest on his chest. “I felt you moving around and muttering. I thought maybe if I tried to curl up with you like I used to it would help. But I think it just made it worse,” she tacked on after a second. She could still feel his heart hammering in his chest and she curled her fingers lightly on the skin there that was a bit slick with sweat. “What were you dreaming about?” She asked quietly after a second. Years ago they would lay awake in the dark and talk when Gaz woke them both up from a nightmare. He said it helped and while the stories horrified her, she was willing to listen.

“It doesn’t matter,” Gaz said after a second as he reached up to dig his palms into his eyes. “Just been a stressful few weeks. Old shit coming up,” he sighed and dropped his hands as Olivia still continued to stare at him as if silently telling him to continue. “About the river,” he finally said. “Drowning in the river. I almost didn’t come back up when I went in that night. I was panicking in my sleep because something was holding me down this time.” He gave a half-hearted smile as he glanced down to where Olivia was laying on him, “now I know what it was.”

Olivia knew about nightmares about that. When she did finally sleep her dreams were plagued with fear for him, with grief because she thought he was dead. She had jolted awake a few nights and cried silently into her hand afraid to wake Henry. Or she’d disappear into the bathroom to take a few more swigs of wine from a bottle she had hidden under the cabinet to help her calm down.

“I saw the whole thing,” Olivia breathed out after a second, her eyes locking on his in the dim light. “Henry dragged me into his office and made me watch. I saw you fight. Saw,” she hesitated and took a deep breath, “saw how they were merciless in their attack. When you fell for the last time,” another pause. “I thought you were dead then and there. The kick to your face,” she winced, her eyes clinching shut as if the memory itself was a hit to her own face. “Then they just dumped you over the railing like it was nothing. I thought I’d never see you again, what if I just watched it all happen and I did nothing.”

Gaz was quiet as Olivia talked. He hadn’t seen the footage himself. The cameras around had been hacked and the video wiped and just put on a loop for those few minutes. Alex tried to extract it but it was gone, Henry had properly covered his tracks on that one. He knew Olivia would have seen it based on what the man had said to him, which is what gave him that last ditch burst of fight to fend them off. But he didn’t realize it had been live, that she had watched it in real time as he was nearly murdered.

“Hey, I’m here now, right?” Gaz asked after a moment as he watched her face. “I’m alive, mostly intact,” he chuckled a bit. He had a feeling his right knee was never going to be quite the same but he wasn’t about to talk about that right now. “We can’t live in what if. What if will eat you alive,” he explained lightly as Olivia nodded a bit, her hair brushing over his chest as she did. “Come on you’ve got a few more hours of sleep. Settle in,” he reasoned, raising his arm as if to invite her to lay up next to him before the power cut.

“Kyle?” Olivia asked suddenly in the dark, her voice raising in fear as she felt him gently push her off him. It was pitch black in the room and she couldn’t blink her eyes to adjust to it.

“Probably just a rolling black out,” Gaz answered quietly as he bent down and grabbed the rifle he had tucked under his side of the bed earlier. “Everything that happened today they’ll have to repair the grids. I’ll check, just stay here,” he warned turning around to face her even though he couldn’t see her. “Just a quick sweep and I’ll be back, get back under the covers.”

Olivia bit her lip as she tracked Kyle in the dark, listening to his near silent footsteps as he walked to the bedroom door and disappeared. Her ears were strained for any sound, still not moving from her sitting position on top of the covers. She could hear him opening doors in the house before shutting them, stepping out the front door and back again. But everything was quiet and as her eyes adjusted a little bit, she realized out the big picture window the parking lot lights were also out.

“All clear,” Gaz said as he walked back into the room, using his scope to see in the dark before lowering it. He saw Olivia still sitting on the bed, her hair a tousled mess around her head as she tugged anxiously on her t-shirt, jumping at his voice. In this moment she looked like the woman he had fallen in love with, the one that didn’t have a strong front to protect herself behind but instead looked to him for protection. He cleared his throat pushing away the thought as he walked around the bed, blinking out the ghostly white night vision image of her. “Whole place is out, wouldn’t be surprised if the city is down,” he reasoned as he walked over to the side he had been sleeping on to tuck his rifle under the bed again. “Nothing to worry about,” he reasoned as Olivia shuffled away to her side.

Olivia slipped under the covers and tucked her head into the pillow, waiting for Kyle to join her. She felt the bed dip with his presence and she laid patiently as he himself settled back under the covers this time. They both laid a small distance apart in the heavy silence, not even a fan to help distract from the shuffle here and there as they adjusted or just breathed. Olivia shifted her legs a bit and they brushed up against Kyle’s but he didn’t flinch away and she didn’t either. His warmth beckoned to her and she inched a bit closer after a while as if testing how close she could get before he said something.

Gaz felt her moving closer and he stared up at the ceiling he couldn’t see, his hands itching to just grab her and pull her to him. In the dark he could lose himself for a moment, ignore the history, pain and how much of a mess this all was. Just a few moments of comfort for the both of them where they could just forget about everything. He was about to reach out and grab her as her hand slid on the bed toward him and gently gripped his bicep. That was all it took. Gaz rolled to his side and reached out to tug her to him fully, his grip gentle as he enveloped her.

Olivia sighed contently in the embrace, her arm sliding around his bare back to hold onto him as her leg slid between his. She could feel his breath mingling with hers as he shifted them a bit to get more comfortable before biting her lip. While the shower had been close and baring this felt far more intimate even with the clothes between them.

“Kyle,” she said ever so quietly, afraid if she spoke too loud it would ruin the moment.

“Oli,” he answered back as his right hand moved to slide up her jaw to the nape of her neck. “Tell me this is a bad idea,” he said as he tilted her head back a bit. He was still unable to see but he could certainly feel how her body was reacting to his own. How she arched into him and her breath hitched as his fingers gently dug into the soft skin. “Tell me to leave,” Gaz continued as his lips gently grazed over her own, a whisper of a kiss. “Because we’re both going to regret this.”

“No,” Olivia answered, her breath catching as his lips brushed over her own. She wanted this. As much as it was going to hurt in the morning, she needed him in the moment. She needed Kyle, the man who had loved her and treated her like a human being, valued her and most of all cared. His gentle touch, his hesitation and asking permission was enough to make her cry. She could feel the tears well behind her closed eyes but she held them back.

Olivia didn’t give him a chance to turn and run as she herself closed the gap and kissed him properly. She felt the hand tighten in her hair for a brief second, as if he were still going to back out, before he relented and kissed her back. She perceptively relaxed into his touch, as if melting into him, and let out a content sigh.

Fuck this was a mistake. All of it. But Gaz couldn’t help himself as he abused her lips with his own, his hand holding her at the right angle so he could seize control. He missed the way she felt, how she matched his desperation with her own need. Before he could even ask permission by nipping at her lips she parted hers for him so he could sweep in. All thoughts of restraint and regret slid out of his head as he tasted her, a hint of whiskey still lingering. A damn grin graced his own lips for a second, thinking about how he always teased her for her inability to hold that particular liquor.

Gaz wasn’t sure if it was her or him that groaned into the kiss as he pushed her back into the bed, rolling his body so he was between her legs. Gaz was careful as he braced himself over her, one of his hands sliding down her side to her leg to grab the back of her thigh to hitch it over his hip. It was definitely him that groaned the second time as she flexed her leg to pull him tighter against her, the friction sending a pleasurable jolt up his spine. He felt her smile against his lips at his reaction and Gaz couldn’t help but smile as well as his fingers slid back up her leg to her hip. He was acutely aware that she didn’t have anything on under the t-shirt, which was bunched up around her hips, and what he would see if there was light in the room.

Olivia needed more. She rolled her hips up against him and heard the huff that he emitted as he pulled away from the kiss for a moment to breathe. His fingers were still holding onto her hipbone and she felt him pull her up against him again as he flexed his own hips down to hers. She gasped feeling the hardness there, his sweatpants the only barrier between them as he gently ground into her. He was going slow, careful, giving her the chance to decide what to do and where to go with this. It was more than she had been granted in years and that made her want him even more. Without waiting a second longer Olivia grabbed hard at his wrist and slid it up under her shirt planting his hand firmly over her breast and arching up to him as he squeezed.

“Oli,” Gaz said as he gently kneaded the soft skin. She was writhing under him as he ran his thumb over her nipple and he grinned a bit at the gasp when he pinched her just a bit. “You say the word and we stop,” he said as he bent down to kiss at her neck, nuzzling against the soft skin there as his lips found her thundering pulse.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Olivia groaned out as he rocked into her, his hand not letting up on its ministrations. As if to solidify her declaration Olivia sat up a bit, using her right arm for support as she tried to tug up on her shirt with her left. The pain in her arm prevented her from doing much but Kyle took the hint and after a bit of fumbling in the dark to find the hem he pulled the shirt off her and threw it somewhere. Olivia heard it fall on the floor with a soft thump as Kyle gently laid her back down and let his kiss wander down her neck and collarbone, shifting his body down to get a better angle.

Gaz let his kiss trail down her chest until his lips found her nipple and he gently sucked one into his mouth. She bowed up under him, her hands grabbing for his shoulders as he teased and taunted her. He alternated between his teeth and tongue until she was a mewling mess under him before he switched to her other side, his hand taking up the spot he abandoned with his mouth. He knew how to wind her up after all these years, knew what she craved and needed to find that release. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about her this way since they broke up. It had crossed his mind more than he liked back then and in the recent weeks. Abby had been a wonderful distraction but his thoughts always went back to Olivia, no matter how frustrated he was with himself for it.

Olivia was panting and he felt her thighs spread further, whether she consciously did it or not, to allow him to press into her more. He could feel her heat on his lower stomach as he shifted to allow his fingers to drag down her ribs. His touch was soft enough to not hurt, knowing about the bruises there, but firm to show his intent on where he was headed. He wanted to let her drive, decide how far and how long this went on, but didn’t feel any sort of resistance from her. Instead, she held her breath just a bit, anticipation building from his movements.

The shift of sheets and bodies was loud in the silence as Gaz’s mouth found Olivia’s again to press a soft kiss to her lips. His fingers had traced down her bikini line before nudging her thigh just a little more over. She didn’t resist and even felt her bend her knee up and back as if to give him more room, and also to silently tell him to hurry up. He could feel her practically vibrating under him and he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth just as his fingers slid between the apex of her thighs.

Olivia arched at the touch and Gaz kissed her hard as she took in a sharp breath against his mouth, stealing his own air, as his fingers slid over her. She was slick and warm, so fucking warm, against his hand. When he found her clit the satisfied groan Olivia gave him as he gently teased her made his cock twitch. He could feel she was struggling to continue to kiss him, her body roiling against his touch, as he dipped his fingers down to gather more of her arousal. Gaz spread the wetness over her clit and he could feel how his fingers literally slipped against her skin with how much there was. She was so hungry for him Gaz thought he was going to combust then and there at just the thought of what it looked like. Another small mercy that it was dark.

“Kyle, please,” Olivia begged as he continued his slow tease with his fingers. She had dropped her head back on the pillow as she attempted to breathe and just think, but he was making it too difficult. His fingers were masterful as he rubbed at her, and the cocky little chuckle he let out at her begging for more made her smirk herself. She hadn’t been touched like this in years. Henry always just took what he wanted from her without preamble. There was no foreplay, no tenderness, just a rough fuck for his own pleasure and she was left to feel dirty and used. Just as his fingers slipped down to her center again Olivia bit her lip in hope he would keep going.

“Please what?” Gaz asked as he hesitated, curling his fingers ever so slightly so just the pads of his finger tip pushed into her. “You have to tell me what you want Olivia. I’m not going to do anything until you tell me,” he explained as he bent down to kiss at her collarbone. This was all going to be her choice. He knew how she was always forced against her will with Henry and he wasn’t about to assume anything about what she wanted or didn’t want.

“Keep going,” Olivia said after a second. “I’ll ask you to stop if I don’t,” she paused. A bit of that instilled fear in her popping up in her head. How many times had she asked Henry to stop? Begged him? Tried to fight him off? He never listened. Never listened to her pleas or crying. He treated her like a piece of property and he could just do what he wanted when he wanted, her opinion didn’t matter.

“It’s not an ask Oli. It’s a command,” Gaz said after a second when he felt her body tense just a bit under him as she paused. The darkness was a balm for their awkwardness and need to forget for just a bit, but it also allowed others into the room as well and he knew she was thinking of Henry. “You tell me to stop I will stop. You have full control here, it’s not one sided.” He finished and as if to emphasize the point he pulled his hand away from her.

“I know,” Olivia said after a second, feeling a bit sheepish as Kyle waited for her to work through the situation. “I’m sorry it’s just,” she started before Kyle cut her off with a soft kiss.

“No apologizing,” he said against her lips before resting his forehead on hers. “We can stop I don’t want to push anything on you. We can just lay here together if you’d prefer.” He moved to roll off, biting back his own groan at the friction he made as he rubbed against her thigh. Before he could fully move though Olivia grabbed at his shoulders to pull him back, her hand sliding down his arm to grab at his wrist to guide him back between her legs.

“I’ll tell you to stop,” Olivia said again, her voice a little firmer. “I want…need, you,” she breathed as his fingers found her again and she pushed his hand down in a silent command. Kyle seemed to get the hint and she moaned as he pushed a finger inside of her with no resistance. She rolled her hips on his hand to guide him along and a moment later a second finger slid in and she bucked up as he started on a steady pace of pushing in and out of her.

She felt him curl his fingers to find that spot and as his thumb rubbed small circles over her Olivia felt a release coming. It was like a freight train, and she felt her body almost trying to get away from it, trying to recoil at the sensation that was so foreign to her. Her leg kicked out straight and she fisted the sheets to give herself leverage to pull back and away from the feeling. But Kyle was there as he gripped the back of her head to pull her into a heart stopping kiss and she relaxed into him letting him guide her.

“I’ve got you Olivia,” Gaz said quietly as she writhed and whined, “I promise. Let go,” he instructed as he gently kneed her leg back out at an angle to let him get deeper into her. He could feel how close she was and he was going to be damned if she didn’t find that release he knew she needed. At his gentle assurances he felt her clamp down on his fingers and he kissed her feverishly as she cried out and rode against his hand with abandon as she climaxed.

Stars. Olivia swore she saw stars as she came, her cries muffled against Kyle’s mouth as he helped her through it. Her body was moving in its own as it chased the high and Kyle never let her fall as he continued moving his fingers in and over her. His free hand moved to push the hair off the back of her neck as she panted coming back down. She could feel a blush creeping at the sounds his fingers made now as they continued to slide in and out of her, so easily now. She bucked as his fingers traced over her overly sensitive clit again. Throughout it all she felt him digging into her thigh but he hadn’t pressed the issue but she bit her lip as her hand snaked down to grab at the waistband of his sweatpants.

It was Gaz’s turn to groan as Olivia’s fingers cautiously gripped at the elastic of his pants before they found the string tying them tight on his body. Her knuckles brushed against him through the fabric as she tugged hard at the drawstrings to loosen the knot and once it was undone she pushed at the material. The sweats slid down easily over his legs since they were about three sizes too big and Gaz rolled onto one elbow to get them low enough to kick them away.

Olivia waited about two seconds before she reached out to grab him. She could feel him push into her hand and grinned at how he had to steady himself as his body wavered to support his weight on the one arm. She wrapped her left hand around him, her thumb moving to brush over the tip for a moment to feel the precum there. She smeared it a bit before his hips stuttered into her hand to get her to move and she slowly began to pump her hand over him. His breathing was ragged in the dark as he kicked the sheets off of them as if to let the cool air of the bedroom try to calm him down. He had pushed up onto both of his hands to steady himself over her, his hands planted on either side of her.

Gaz rocked his hips into her hand, careful to not put any pressure on her. Both not wanting to hurt her arm anymore but also to not make her do anything she didn’t want. The restraint was ebbing though away as she squeezed and then scraped her nails ever so gently along the underneath of his shaft. The sharpness of her nails was a pleasurable one and Gaz moaned as she dug ever so slightly into him before going back to pumping her hand over him, faster than she had before. Gaz rolled his hips to match her movements and he dropped his forehead on her chest to pant slightly as Olivia adjusted and ran his head over her still slick center, making her moan in turn.

“Fuck Olivia,” Gaz muttered as she did it again and rolled her own hips to meet him. He knew if he just dropped his hips a bit and hiked her leg up, he could slide home with just one thrust. She was so wet and pliable to him now and he wanted to, so badly. “I don’t have anything,” he said after a second as Olivia grabbed his hip with her right hand and yanked him down a few inches, as if she had read his mind.

“I don’t care,” Olivia nearly whined as she felt him pull back from her. She wanted to feel him inside of her again, all of him. She felt a sudden urge of desperation as she rubbed him along her again knowing that he was also dripping for her. “I’m clean, I don’t,” she started as Kyle pushed his hips down into her and she felt him nudge right at her entrance.

“That’s not what I’m worried about Oli,” Gaz said quietly as he lowered back down on his elbows to cage her in under him. He groaned in restraint at how she tightened her grip at his base as his head slipped into her just a fraction. With Abby it had been easy, she was on the implant so condoms weren’t needed but he knew Olivia wasn’t on anything since she was trying to get pregnant. “I don’t want to risk you getting pregnant. You just had a scare,” he breathed trying to stay logical though his brain was fully focused on how tight and hot she was.

“I have supplies,” she babbled, not thinking about the fact that they weren’t on her and were in fact back at home hundreds of miles away. “We can go to the store tomorrow, fuck if I can even get pregnant at this point it’s been so long,” she was flustered and needy and she was done talking about it. “I don’t care Kyle, we’ll figure it out. Please just,” she tugged on him and lifted her hips at the same time so his tip slid in.

They were already being fucking stupid so what was one more thing. Gaz groaned as she tugged desperately at him and as her heat enveloped his head he gave up the logical fight. Moving his left-hand down Gaz found the back of Olivia’s knee and he pushed it up toward her chest as he pushed in the rest of the way, bottoming out in one slow thrust. Olivia let out a delightfully sinful moan as Gaz pulled almost all the way out before pushing in again, his fingers holding tight to the soft flesh of her thigh. He was keeping a slow rhythm as he continued to rock in and out of her, savoring each push and pull as he moved against her tight walls. Enjoying how her body seemed to grip at him afraid he would pull out all together when it was craving him.

“Yes,” Olivia breathed out as if in relief as Kyle began to fuck her. This was so different than Henry but just how she remembered when she was with Kyle. He knew exactly what angles to put her at as he pushed harder at her leg to get her hips to roll back so he could get deeper. There was a pressure there as he started to pick up the pace, one that was a pleasurable sort of hurt as he moved but the pain ebbed as he continued to move her through it, his lips finding hers again after a bit of fumbling in the dark. “Right there,” Olivia tacked on after a second as Kyle adjusted them again so her leg was up over his shoulder moving his hand to hold her hip instead and move her on him.

Gaz was partially on his knees as he held onto Olivia’s hips hard, moving her up on him as he arched his hips down into her. A groan escaped his chest as he felt her start to flutter and he clamped his eyes shut to keep himself together. He didn’t want to finish first, hell he wanted to stay in her all night if he could because he knew what the daylight would bring. Sliding his thumb over to her clit he began to rub over her quickly, his ministrations matching the speed of his hips as he pushed her back toward that edge. She was whining now, a sort of keening little whimper, as the sound of their slapping skin filled the room. Olivia seemed to be pushed further along by that noise and Gaz grunted a bit as he moved faster so the bed also started to creak and whine under them.

One last thrust then Gaz ground her on him, seating himself as far as he could go, before she cried out at the fullness and gushed around him as she climaxed. He didn’t hold back now that she finished for a second time. He let himself go, his hands sliding up her waist to dig into the wonderfully supple skin as he groaned and bucked so he could empty himself and fill her to the brim. Worries of pregnancy be damned right now, he wanted her full of him and he was going to see to it.

It was filthy and fucking wonderful feeling her cum, and his own, slide down his thighs as she grabbed at his forearms. Olivia scratched and clawed at him for purchase as she blissed out completely and slammed her hips back against him to feel every last ounce of her climax. Gaz began to move again, his body meeting hers thrust for thrust, until she became loose and completely spent under him unable to continue. Gaz snapped his hips a few more times to fully finish, spilling the last bit of him into her before his shoulders slumped and he dropped his head back and panted at the ceiling. He stayed that way, holding her flush against him, to even himself out while he remained fully seated inside of her enjoying the wet heat.

Olivia’s leg was shaking from exertion as Kyle finally caught his breath and sat fully upright again. Grabbing her calf, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her ankle before he gently lowered her leg back down on the bed. She couldn’t form words yet as she heaved to catch her breath and her heart felt like it was going to hammer out of her chest. She winced a bit as Kyle gently pulled out and shifted away before she wiped the sweat mingled with a few tears off her face. She let out a frustrated groan as she furiously wiped more tears away as they spilled out, sniffling a bit as she did so.

“Still do that?” Gaz asked into the silence with a small chuckle as he moved to lay down next to her and tug her to him. They were both flushed and sweating but he held her close as he kissed her temple gently. The first time they had sex and Olivia had cried before he had even finished and Gaz had been horrified he had hurt her. She had no idea why she cried either and she had assured him she was perfectly fine yet she was sobbing as if in pain. After a bit of trial-and-error they had learned that was just how her body reacted after he thoroughly sated her and she came down from the endorphin high.

“Not since last time,” Olivia said quietly as she sniffed and wiped her eyes again, the tears abating as quickly as they had come. She had cried with Henry of course but that was from fear, pain and embarrassment. With Kyle it was as if her body just needed to let out all the pent-up feelings and just reset itself after a full body ecstasy. She curled up into him, tucking her body safely under his arm and rested her head on his shoulder.

The silence was growing heavy again in the room as they laid there, Gaz’s hand gently rubbing her shoulder as Olivia shifted to get comfortable against him. They were going to have to talk about this at some point, along with everything else that was piled between them, and Gaz knew dawn was only a few hours off. For now he was content to let the silence fill the space as Olivia pressed a kiss to his chest and nestled in. She was asleep relatively quickly, her body exhausted from everything but Gaz continued to stare at the ceiling letting his thoughts start to run.

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Gaz was awake before Olivia, only getting a few hours of sleep before he gave up the attempt. He slipped out from her arms as gently as possible, pausing to look back at her still sleeping form as he sat on the edge of the bed. Gaz reached a hand out to brush her hair off her face hesitating a fraction of an inch from touching her skin. Regret and guilt were already coursing through him as he watched her breathe soundly but he followed through with his action to tuck her hair back behind her ear before leaving the room.

The power was still out as he walked into the kitchen tying his sweatpants and he dug in the cabinets for something to eat when Laswell called. He had been about to stuff his face with a handful of very stale crackers when his phone vibrated and he quickly answered and tossed the crackers in the trash. The bloody rags inside caught his attention and he pulled the bag out and wrapped it up to toss as Laswell gave him instructions.

“Oli,” Gaz said shaking her awake after he had silently cleaned up the house after them and found her some clothes that might fit. It seemed only men lived in this particular condo but he was able to find a shirt and pants that would work. The dryer had finished before the power had cut before so he was able to get back into his tactical pants and her bra and underwear were dry and thankfully blood free. Her pantsuit had been utterly ruined and he had thrown it in the trash with the rest of the bloody towels and first aid kit. “We’ve got an extraction in twenty minutes,” he explained as Olivia blinked her eyes open and looked at him blearily.

“What?” Olivia asked as she pushed up on her arms from where she had been laying on her stomach. She winced forgetting about her left arm and adjusted before things started to come back to her. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept so hard and peacefully and that apparently had been enough to wipe away some of the bad memories for a few waking moments. “Extraction?”

“Soap is coming to get us,” Gaz explained as he set the clothes on the bed, doing his best to keep his eyes planted firmly on her face and not the naked skin she exposed as she twisted and sat up. She quickly grabbed the sheets to cover herself as she took in Gaz sitting there fully clothed. Then her eyes fell on the pants and shirt he found her, her undergarments sitting folded on top of the pile. “I need to be briefed on everything but you’re coming with us.”

“My mother?” Olivia asked quickly as she grabbed at her clothes, subtly twisting to hide her undergarments feeling suddenly shy. Never mind the fact he had obviously seen them since he folded them for her. Then there was the fact he had fucked her into oblivion the night before, her lower body pleasantly sore and she was certain the sheets were ruined from both of their cum. “Is she coming?”

“I don’t know yet,” Gaz said as he checked his phone which was down to six percent. “I’ll find out more when we get to the safe house.” He gave her a small smile before standing up and turning to leave to give her some privacy. He could see how she was feeling a bit shy and awkward at him being there fully clothed. He himself felt a bit out of place, the silence more pressing as they looked at one another in the pale morning light.

“Right, okay.” Olivia answered with a nod as Kyle slipped out and shut the door behind him. She was out of the bed quickly and blushed crimson as she stared at the large stain on the sheets as she changed. She tied the sweats tight but she still needed to hold the waistband to keep them from falling too far down her hips as she walked. She had no idea what to do about the bed so she just pulled the blankets back up and made it as best as she could. The homeowner was going to be in for a shock when they got home. Hopefully they’d think it was just something they did themselves.

Gaz saw Soap pull up from the living room window and he escorted Olivia out after he got the all-clear signal. The place was just as deserted as it had been the night before but Gaz still kept his hand on his rifle ready to raise it and he knew Soap had his pistol in his lap. Gaz opened the back door to the SUV and helped Olivia in before moving up to the front passenger seat. They needed to find time to talk but right now wasn't it and Gaz silently wondered how long they could put off the inevitable.

“Not a fucking word,” Gaz hissed as Soap looked at him with a smirk and raised eyebrows. He saw Soap look at Olivia in the rearview mirror and he knew she was avoiding all eye contact with him as she sunk down in the very back bench seat. She hadn’t had a chance to properly brush her hair, aside from her fingers, and Gaz had left a mark on her collarbone that Soap had picked up on instantly thanks to how loose the shirt was on her. “I mean it,” Gaz added as Soap gave him an upside-down smile that portrayed he was doing his best to not rib him.

“I did as you asked,” Soap answered as he reached behind the seat and chucked a non-descript white paper bag at him. “You know how hard it was to find somewhere open? City is a ghost town,” he said as he pulled out of the parking lot. “You can explain all the items on the receipt to Price. I had to use his card,” he added as Gaz peered in the bag to find a few different first aid items, a pack of smokes, a lighter and a purple little box of Plan B.

“Fuck off,” Gaz hissed, his had gripping the bag a little tighter as he spotted the box of extra small condoms. His eyes snapped up to the sergeant as Soap spluttered trying to hold in his laugh as he twisted the wheel. He looked back at Olivia in the mirror as she watched the two of them suspiciously but when she made eye contact with Soap she quickly diverted her eyes.

“I have the proper size in my pocket,” Soap answered quietly and he knew Gaz was going to murder him the minute they were alone but he was using his temporary freedom to his advantage. “We have enough to deal with without worrying about all that,” he added and Gaz properly shoved him. He winced at the shove before laughing some more. “Watch the wound,” Soap said before speaking louder to address Olivia, “you think he’d be a bit gentler with those of us that were shot. We aren’t all as lucky as him to walk away unscathed.”

“You seem to be fine,” Olivia answered as she watched Kyle pat his pack of smokes against his palm before peeling off the plastic and digging one out.

Gaz had seemed tense and a bit distant since he had woken her up. He had left the room without much word and he barely looked or spoke to her except to inspect her arm and tell her it was time to go. She felt a squirm of nerves in her stomach as the fearful thought popped up in her mind that he was regretting what happened between them. Shifting a bit to try and ease the feeling she watched as Gaz offered a cigarette to Soap, despite the fact Gaz was glaring daggers at him.

“I’m sorry you were shot,” she tagged on after a moment as Gaz pulled down the balaclava he had put back on before they left and lit his. He took a long drag and held it as he tossed the lighter to Soap before rolling down his window. He still wouldn't look at her when she spoke but Soap was actually engaging in conversation with her which was new.

“Aye, well, comes with the job,” Soap answered with a tone much nicer than the last few interactions he had with Olivia. “We’ll get Alex to look at your arm when we get back. Make sure Gaz didn’t mutilate you,” he teased, the cigarette bobbing between his lips.

“Is Alex a medic?” Olivia inquired as she sat up a bit more, looking down at her arm. It was a bit red and angry looking but she was sure it was just agitated after everything it had gone through. Gaz hadn’t looked too concerned when he looked at it earlier and ran his thumb over it to feel it.

“Not exactly,” Gaz answered as Soap ran a red light, no one was out on the road so it didn’t really matter. “But he’s had a bit more training than the rest of us. His stitches are much neater as well,” he explained as he caught her eyes in the mirror for just a second before looking back out the window. “Soap picked up some better stuff for your arm,” he added, deciding against talking about the Plan B as a group chat, “Alex will be able to clean it and rebandage it.”

“Am I going to need more stitches?” Olivia asked a bit worriedly. She wasn’t sure she would be able to handle that again. At least not without some sort of pain medication and something to numb the area. “I really would like to avoid that again,” she muttered.

“If you haven’t bled through after, ah, your evening last night I think you’ll be fine,” Soap answered, pointedly avoiding Gaz’s side-eye. Olivia however blushed and ended her participation in the conversation so Soap flipped the radio on and grinned like a Cheshire cat to himself the rest of the ride.

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