#something just took over the worms in my brain and i needed to have sex with him i'm sorry
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❝Now Kiss!❞ 18+ - MINORS DNI
… Alan Wake x Joan Newbury | Original Female Character ]
WARNINGS: non-con, infidelity, graphic violence.
>a/n : heyo! crimson here. so i'm posting on ao3 but thought i'd start posting on tumblr too again! after having writers block for (checks notes) 6 years, i'm back and ready to write smut finally. hope this isn't too much for some people. i'm not into the infidelity trope at all but it would appear that alan wake belongs to me now :) i thought about this. i wrote this. i read this. the guilt is immense. but i'm still gonna touch myself to it at the end of the day because it's hot 😎👍 ENJOI ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
So Alan Wake had a ring on his finger. So what?
Jiwoon couldn’t wrap his head around why the two most gorgeous survivors (besides Yunjin) wouldn’t just confirm their feelings for each other already!!! It super obvious they were meant to be together, and it was driving him INSANE!
Wake had a wife in the real world or whatever but it had to be like a million bajillion years ago since he last saw her, so he didn't understand what the problem was, and he bet Joan was WAYYY better than Wake's wife anyways like C’MON. Plus what if she was dead??? He had half a mind to escape this realm and kill her himself. The mere memory of her was getting in the way of his power couple for god's sake, and Joan was NOT a second lead.
He paced around the stage, his home in between games being a massive auditorium. When he wasn’t practicing his performances, he was sitting in a meeting room at a long table with all the other killers. Well, most of them. Some didn’t want to participate in their little reality-tv ramblings, and others had been kicked out for being too rowdy. They had been non-stop teasing him about how Alan and Joan would never get together, and it was torturing him because he knew they were right. He had been around Wake long enough to know that the guilt of ‘cheating’ on his long lost wife was looming over his head every time he was with Joan; and yet his puppy-dog eyes couldn’t hide just how much affection he had for her. It was pathetic. It was dramatic. It had him on the edge of his seat, but the endless “will they, won’t they” had gone on for far too long. It wasn’t enough for him anymore, he needed a real display of affection.
Whenever he had them in a match, he would tunnel out the other two randos just so he could watch them interact alone, or ALOAN as he liked to call them (it was their ship name he made up and he was very proud of it)(he hoped it caught on in the meeting room soon). Even when tensions were high, and they constantly looked over their shoulders, Wake would still spare some time to make a bad joke, and Joan would call it awful but wouldn’t be able to stifle her laughter. Then they would gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes, or even worse, stare longingly when the other wasn’t looking. From the moments where Wake would drop whatever he was doing when he saw her being chased, to the fact that he would never even let her end up on hook in the first place, it was so obvious to every survivor and their mother how they felt, and if they were trying to hide it from people they sucked at doing so. They were even known to the younger survivors as 'mom and dad'. It was CRYSTAL LAKE CLEAR how well they fit together like two puzzle pieces, I mean, CLEARLY since even the killers who didn’t really care about them weren’t denying the chemistry they shared. Even Freddy, who rarely participated in the round table love island conspiracy, had a few choice words when Merchant said Joan could do way better than Wake. You could hear the sound of one of pinhead’s nails dropping the way the entire room froze in shock; it made Jiwoon proud to call them his OTP.
But Jiwoon wasn’t just another annoying fanfiction writer, he was the Trickster! A cold, confident, calculating, killer. He wanted an intimate performance, not 50 webtoon episodes where the couple barely so much as brushes up against each other. He had already read plenty of that slow-burn garbage back in the real world, the comments flooded with disappointment every time a kiss was teased and not given for the seventh time over. He would never do that if he was the author, he would simply give the people what they truly wanted immediately.
And then it hit him. He stopped pacing, bringing his hand up to his face that was curling into a devious smile, and started chuckling to himself. He knew exactly how to get them to admit their feelings. If the forced proximity trope wasn’t enough, he would have to take it a step further.
He needed to get them to fuck each other, even if he had to force them to do it.
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Sooner rather than later, the Trickster had made an appearance in one of their matches. Alan and Joan had long noticed how he liked to stalk them, catching on to his constant ploy of saving them for last, but he never really finished what he started. He often seem to give up in the end game, and they would always see him from afar as they ran through the exit gates. Still, they learned not to let their guard down, and were extra cautious around him since he was unpredictable, but he knew it was all a farce. Some would say he was underestimating what they were willing to do for the other, but Jiwoon was banking on it. In fact, they needed to stick to the script that he had been writing for them behind the scenes or all of this would be for nothing. He was risking them never being able to face each other again. The stakes were high, and he was all in.
As per usual, he made quick work of the unfortunate Dwight and David (sorry about your ship Trapper) and quickly made his rounds to the last gen. There were only three left for them to work on, and they almost always worked together on one of them. The map was Gas Heaven in Autohaven Wreckers. He knew exactly where they were headed: the gas station. The false pretence of a safe roof over their head. They would crouch walk over to the gen, unaware that the basement was directly next to them, patiently waiting for the next scene to unfold. And he was right; there they were. From a fair distance away, he could see Joan’s dark chocolate movie-star hairstyle peeking out from the cracked glass of the garage door. In his head, he fantasized about them exchanging meek smiles, their fingertips would brush as they reached for the toolbox at the same time, unable to hide their blushing.
‘Sorry Allie.’
‘You can use it June.’
He pictured them exchanging lovey-dovey nicknames, truly the pinnacle of a completely platonic friendship. Ignorant lovebirds.
‘Keep it together, Jiwoon. It’s… showtime’
He took a deep breath, brandishing his throwing knives before he took off. The only reason it wasn’t wise to form a relationship in the games was the fact that sometimes you were so focused on protecting the other person that you ended up making stupid mistakes, and Wake was due for his own to catch up with him. Joan was on the side of the gen perfectly in line with the doorway. Wake hadn’t even noticed, too busy scanning their surroundings for the both of them and getting his vision caught on the way Joan’s delicate hands made quick work of the wiring. But the hair on Joan’s neck raised as the killer approached, and just as she was about to get off the gen and tell Alan to hide, a firm hand was grasping the back of her black turtleneck. She yelped as she was pried from the engine, and Alan yelled after her as Trickster swiftly walked toward the basement with her over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile as he carried her down the stairs, turning the corner and letting her fall to the ground. He had mulled over hooking her in his rough drafts, but ultimately decided against it. Instead, he rolled her onto her back and dropped on top of her.
Wake was usually not far behind whenever she was in danger, and Jiwoon wanted him to see this. He took a blade out and plunged it into the fabric of her long-sleeve, cutting it straight up the middle to reveal her bra. Joan stopped struggling and stared at him in shock, but he wanted her to make some noise so he pressed the blade into her shoulder, just deep enough to make her scream. He started to fiddle with the zipper on the side of her skirt and heard Wake come bustling down the stairs as Joan was quietly pleading ‘no, please don't, no no no stop’. Trickster catches his gaze and Wake stops in his tracks in disbelief at the sight. His blood is boiling and his fist is ready to connect with the killer's jaw, but he knows he can't. He’s not allowed to. He'll be punished.
'Good,' Jiwoon thinks, 'stay on script'.
He holds the older man’s gaze as he stands up, leaving Joan writhing beneath him, holding her wound.
"Heal her." He instructs, and though Alan doesn't quite comprehend what's happening, he rushes to Joan’s side to help her. He sees her exposed chest and cute mint-green bra and forces himself to focus on her injuries, burning a second hole through the hole in her shoulder.
"Allie... Allie..." She cries, grabbing onto his jacket sleeves, her grip loose.
"It's okay, I'm here. I'm here."
He tries to reassure her but there's still too many questions about the situation. That and she’s half naked underneath him and he hopes it isn’t obvious he’s avoiding looking her in the eyes. As he finishes healing her and is about to help her stand up, Trickster lunges at him, downing him in one hit. Joan yelps at the sudden movement, jumping away. She wants to run but her feet feel like they’re made out of concrete, sinking her into the floor. Her and the killer stare at each other as he peers over his shoulder, slowly turning to face her as he starts to close the distance between them. She begins to inch away but her back hits a locker, allowing the Trickster to get right in her face. She turns her head away as he holds the blade of his knife up to her neck, slowly lowering it to trail down her stomach to her waist..
"Take off your skirt."
"DON'T."
Wake's booming voice bellows off the walls of the basement. For someone who was bleeding out, he sure did have a lot of strength left. Maybe it was just desperation, and that's exactly what Jiwoon wanted. He flashed a crazed smile, turning his attention back to the man on the ground. Wake was lying on his stomach, and Jiwoon easily dropped down on top of him, grabbing the back of his hair and holding his head up with a blade pressed into his neck.
"Take it off or I'm gutting him like a fish."
Joan’s hands are shaking. She looks back and forth between Alan’s pleading gaze and the line of red threatening to bloom from his neck. She carefully reaches up to the zipper on her plaid skirt and starts pulling it down.
"June.. don't." he stutters out, his breath shaky.
But Joan listens to the popstar, bending one knee and taking one leg out and then the other. She never pulls her gaze away from the knife, afraid that if she blinks it will be pressed further into his skin. She drops it beside her, revealing her matching panties under her pantyhose, and pulls together her blazer over her bare skin in embarrassment. Jiwoon retracts his knife and suddenly lets go of his grip on Wake's hair. His head drops to the floor. Not much strength left, eh?
"Heal him." he instructs again, and Joan clambers to her partner to stop the bleeding.
'Perfect. Everything is going perfect'.
"You don't have to do this… You can escape… Please… Joan. Please leave me-." Wake pauses between each sentence, breathing heavily, but gets cut off.
"Don't ever ask me to do something as stupid as that. I woudl never just let him torture you to save my own ass."
"Better me than you. I won't let him.. hurt you."
Alan was about to say 'I won't let him have you' but stopped himself. That was not what he should be thinking right now. Joan didn't belong to him, and he was married. He had… Alice. Right. That was her name.. He felt guilty every time he looked at Joan and felt something more than friendship. But in this type of situation the lines were starting to blur. How fucking dare he put his hands on her.
"Who says I'll be the one hurting her?"
Trickster chimes in as Joan finishes her healing. Wake sits up on one knee, still breathing heavily, and Joan bends down with a hand on his shoulder. He reaches a hand up to grab hers, and Jiwoon does his best not to fangirl because holy shit they’re actually touching hands. This was going even better than he had imagined. He made sure to block the exit, leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, but no one was moving anyway. They were far too afraid to anger him.
"You two are gonna put on a show for me, a private show, for your loyal, royal, number one fan. You do what I say, and I'll let you wander the fog together, safe until the next game. How does that sound?"
The pair stared up at him confused.
"A show?" Alan questions, angrily. "What the hell are you talking about? We’re not your playthings."
"Woah, chill out man. I thought you'd be jumping at the chance to protect miss victoria's-secret-model here from the clutches of my toned abs."
Jiwoon points to his stomach dramatically, and Joan blushes deeper, trying to further hide behind Alan. He straightens his back in response, trying to protect her. Jiwoon almost can't keep his act together. He begins to walk towards them again, knife first, and points it right in Wake's face.
"On your back." he instructs, but doesn't wait for him to lie down, instead pushing him down by his shoulders. He groans in pain at the sudden movement, only half-healed. Trickster then grabs Joan by her shoulders, and shoves her down. Her knees hit the floor on both sides of Wake's waist, effectively straddling him. Their crotches connect causing both of them to flinch, and Joan does her best to pull herself off him. He uses their shock to slowly lower himself behind Joan.
"Undo his belt." Trickster whispers, leaning his chest into her back. He presses his knees into Alan’s thighs to prevent him from getting up or kicking her off.
"Wh-.... I-.... I-..." She stutters out, staring at the slightly exposed skin from under Alan’s untucked shirt.
"Unless you want me to make him pick his intestines off the floor, do what I say. Undo his belt. Now."
Joan and Alan hold eye contact again. His gaze seems to beg her not to, but not because he doesn't want her to.
"You don't have to do this Jun-."
Trickster holds the knife to her neck and she gasps. Wake freezes just as he's about to sit up. He knows it's a threat to keep him lying down. Trickster read his movements like a book.
"Oh, but she's going to. Isn't that right, Junebug?"
Joan’s lip quivers. That was the nickname her dad used to call her, the one she shared with Alan. That was the reason he called her ‘June’. How could the killer possibly know that? It frightened her even more.
"I-I'm-. I'm sorry, I-." she stuttered out as she took the metal clasp of Alan’s belt into her shaking hands, fiddling with the loop until it was open and unable to stop her repeated cycle of apologies.
"Now undo his pants."
She does as she's told, and Jiwoon keeps instructing her through it.
"Pull them down. Then his boxers. Gooood girl."
Joan shimmies the fabric down and her pupils go wide as his cock springs free, half hard. She had always fantasized about having her way with him in a match, but not like this. This just made her feel awful. And she felt even worse about how wet she was getting from forcing herself on him. Alan turned his head away, unable to face the effect she had on him.
'That's fine.' Trickster thought, 'Let's see how long you'll be able to keep that up.'
"Put your hand around him. Yeaaah just like that. Now start stroking uppp and downn."
Joan’s grip is loose as she feels the guilt taking over her. Is this really that much better than being tortured with a knife? This was its own fucked up type of torture. Things would never be the same between them when they made it out of here. How could she ever face him again? Jiwoon noticed her hesitation and gripped his own hand around hers, forcing her to grip Wake harder. He guided her hand as she stroked him, and Wake clenched his teeth trying not to let a whimper escape. Her hand was so soft and it felt so good, but it was so so fucking wrong.
"Keep going. Faster." Trickster releases Joan’s hand when he's satisfied she won't disobey him again. He lets the scene play on until he starts to see Wake buck his hips up into her hand.
"Stop."
Joan freezes, Alan’s hard cock pulsing in her stationary hand.
"Don't. Move."
Jiwoon snakes an arm around her waist, bringing the knife between the flat fabric of her bra at the centre of her chest, and yanks upward, cutting it clean in half. Her breasts bounce free, and she's quick to try and cover them but the killer catches her forearms before she can do so, pulling her whole body back and pushing her head forward. Her lips brush across Alan’s tip.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Do not make me ask you twice."
Joan once again does as she's told, beginning to lick a line up his shaft. Her breath is quivering, and it's hot against Wake's skin. He can't help himself and glances up to see Joan’s tits pressed into his crotch, her face flushed, her lips red. He gulps.
‘Think of Alice, think of Alice, think of-…’ he repeats over and over in his head.
Trickster notices the silent battle and his eyes twinkle. He takes the opportunity to let go of Joan’s wrists and instead gathers her hair back so it doesn't get in her face.
"Start sucking."
She closes her eyes, letting her sinful thoughts take over and hollowing her cheeks out. She was saving them both. She shouldn't feel bad. She also shouldn't be enjoying it as much as she was, but she couldn’t deny the feelings she harboured for him. She knew he must feel something for her. They shared far too many intimate moments for their relationship to be seen as 'just friends'. They were both being reduced to sweating, moaning messes. It wouldn’t be long before their animalistic instincts took over. It was getting Trickster hard just watching them, but that wasn't what he was here for.
Joan went up and down, sucking hard and swirling her tongue around. It felt so good Alan was seeing stars. He closed his eyes and all he could see was her face. She was god damned good at this. Better than his wife, which was a dangerous thought to think but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't felt the touch of a woman in god knows how long, and now a woman he had strictly forbidden himself from touching was hitting his cock against the back of her throat.
"Help guide her head."
Wake was snapped out of his ruminating to see Trickster staring directly at him from behind Joan. It was almost as if he was hypnotising him. His arms unconsciously began to lift and his hands touched Joan’s head, pressing her down and lifting her back up, matching her rhythm. It wasn't long before his grip had tightened and he was shoving her up and down further and faster to get him closer to his high. His hips bucked into her face and it made his belt jingle. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, threatening to burst. But Trickster wasn't done yet. He yanked Joan off of him by her hair, a line of her spit trailing between them, and Alan whined as he felt the cold breeze wash over his raw, aching cock. He was so close.
"You cum when I say you can." The killer said, pleased with the reaction he was getting. He turned his attention to Joan. "We’re only halfway through the show, no skipping to the good part."
He let go of her hair and pushed her over onto Alan, her breasts hitting the fabric of his dress shirt as she was pressed into his chest and felt his bare cock on her stomach. Trickster wasted no time cutting a hole into the back of her pantyhose, ripping them apart with his hands. He then hooked his hands under her shoulders and pulled her back up.
“Move your panties to the side.” He said into Joan’s ear, loud enough for Wake to hear. “And YOU. I’m not touchin another dude’s junk, so hold it up, and make sure it’s straight.”
Time seemed to slow as the words fell from the killer’s mouth. A shameful blowjob for the killer’s entertainment was one thing, but actually making them fuck each other? Just what kind of game was this psycho playing? This was on a whole other level of wrong, specifically a line in the sand that was never supposed to be crossed, and the Trickster was like a strong gust of wind just blowing it away. Neither of them could look at each other, and Jiwoon felt the tension in the air. No one dared to move. Was this a bad end? Did his plan fail?? Was this the one fic tag he had glanced over in the beginning coming to fruition, #no happy ending??? He almost regretted everything he had done to them… Almost. Just as he was about to start waving a white blade in defeat, he felt Joan’s arm moving. She reached down to her groin, slowly pulling the thin fabric away from her sex. He looked down to see Wake’s hand firmly grasping his erection, his head still looking to the side with his eyes closed. The shame wasn't enough to make them stop what he had started. He felt a crazed smile curling at his lips again. HE KNEW THEY WOULD PULL THROUGH!!!! HE SHOULD’VE NEVER DOUBTED HIS POWER COUPLE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!!!! HASHTAG LOVE WINS OR WHATEVER!!!!
He slowly lowered her down. Joan felt the tip hit her and she gasped at the contact as Alan dragged himself over her folds, trying to find her entrance without having to look at it. Rather than shame, the feeling was embarrassment. Neither of them wanted to do this in front of someone, let alone one of the people who killed them for sport. But neither of them could stop themselves. It was just like the Trickster had envisioned. Wake slightly raised his hips to push the tip of his cock inside of Joan, and she couldn’t help but let a moan escape her lips.
“Is it in?” The Trickster asked flatly.
“Y-yes…” Joan had whimpered out. Without warning, the Trickster had let go of her arms, and she dropped down hard onto Alan’s crotch, completely swallowing him. She cried out, having no time to adjust to his girth. He was so big that it was painful. She carefully lifted her hips as her walls burned, but Trickster shoved her back down, and she let out another cry. Alan was suffering in a different way. She was gripping him so hard, her sex was tight and warm and wet, he was holding himself back from gripping her hips and thrusting up into her like a wild animal.
“I-it hurts.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
Jiwoon replied thoughtlessly on purpose, leaving room for Wake to speak up and comfort her. And he did, right on script. He reached out a hand toward her, and she met him halfway, reaching out her own to intertwine their fingers.
“H-hey, June. I-it’s okay. It’s okay. Look at me, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m right here.” His voice was trembling as he tried his best to soothe her. He glared at the man standing over them, and Jiwoon put his hands up in defeat, letting their story play out without any more of his direct intervention. He backed away, watching them from a safe distance, and took out his knives to fiddle with as a warning, making sure Wake got the message. He did.
“O-okay. Okay. It’s alright. I’m alright.” Joan replied, her words just as shaky as Alan’s. Jiwoon didn’t need to tell them what to do next. They already knew. Alan put his free hand on her thigh.
“Start slow, okay? We’ll go slow. Just focus on me. Focus on your breathing. No crying, okay? I know you can be a crybaby.” Alan tried his luck at a joke, and was able to pull a chuckle from Joan’s lips.
“O-okay.” She laughed, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Slow. We’ll go slow.”
“Do you want me to help?”
“N-no no. No. I can do it.”
She delicately raised herself up the smallest amount she could manage, and lowered herself back down. Alan whined at the friction. She felt so fucking good and he needed more. She kept going, steadying her breathing, her grip on Alan’s hand getting tighter. Her walls were relaxing around him, but she was still so god damn tight. She reached a finger to her clit, rubbing it in circles and it made her moans become louder. They were music to Alan’s ears. But Alan had a wife. What about your wife, Alan? Remember her? Her name-... Her… what was her name again…? Joan began to speed up, allowing his name to roll off her tongue, and he tilted his head back, letting it hit the floor as he closed his eyes. Shit, this feeling was dangerous. He began to match her movements, thrusting in and out, the sound of skin slapping skin growing louder. They almost forgot about the other presence in the room. Trickster watched them intently, beginning to palm himself over his pants. Was this the type of stuff survivors got up to in their spare time? He almost wished he could share a tent with Yunjin. Damn, this was fucking hot. It was a million times better than the way he conjured it up in his head. Imagine your wildest fanfiction dreams being acted out in a way you could watch over and over and over again. Oh! He almost forgot! Danny, the Ghost Face, had generously lent him his camera for this very reason, though he wanted him to fail miserably just to see the sad look on his face, he was also secretly a #Aloan shipper.
Jiwoon shoved his hand into his jacket pocket and fished out the silver digital camera, turning it on. He wasn’t into photos like Danny, he strictly wanted to capture videos. He flicked around with the settings until he deemed it perfect, and pressed the shutter. The camera made a beeping noise to signal that it was now recording, and he stalked closer to the couple, capturing their intimate moment forever on film. Joan took notice and started to slow her movements, her anxiety taking over, but Alan reassured her, picking up her slack by thrusting deeper.
“Hey, hey. Keep looking at me. It’s okay June. It’s okay. You’re okay. You're here with me.”
But the Trickster was starting to become impatient. He put the camera on the ground, pointing it toward them.
“Alright, love birds. He smirked. “Time for the big finale.”
He sauntered over to them, pulling Joan off of Wake once again. They both felt the disconnect this time, whining in sync as Joan was pushed onto her back. The ground was cold and unwelcoming. Jiwoon crouched down, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. Alan also half-sat up on his elbows, looking directly into the killer’s piercing stare, almost as if asking 'what the hell do you want now?'. He leaned in closer to the man on the floor.
“Now get on top of her and fuck her brains out.” Trickster winked.
He pushed himself up off his knees and walked away, back into the corner where he came from, picking up the camera as he went. He waited.
“If you don’t put your dick inside her, I will.” He called out from across the room. “And I know you don't want anyone else’s dick anywhere near her.”
Alan hated him. He hated how right he was. Hated how hearing those words made him feel. Joan was his woman. No one else could have her, not while he was around. Over his goddamn dead body. He turned to his side and got on his hands and knees, crawling the short distance over to her until he was right on top of her, his legs inbetween her own. His tie fell into her face, and she sheepishly reached up to loosen it. He bent his head down so she could pull it off of him.
“Thanks…” He muttered.
She pressed her lips together and nodded in response, looking down. His hard cock was hovering above her stomach, and she felt a bolt of lightning go through her body. Alan lowered his gaze too, eyes landing on her perfect tits. He tried not to think about how he wanted them in his mouth, but he failed miserably.
“I’m losin battery life here, folks. Get on with it.”
The Trickster feigned impatience but he just really wanted them to start talking to each other. He pointed the camera back at them, adjusting the zoom. The pair’s eyes looked towards him, the camera, then back at each other like deer in the headlights.
“I’m sorry we have to do this in front of him.” Alan offered his sympathy, but Joan’s reply surprised him.
“This isn't how I imagined how first time. I wish it was different than this.” She smiled, but tears started to prickle in her eyes.
Shit.
Alan steadied himself, thinking over his options before he got closer to her face, and kissed her forehead gently.
“I promise I will protect you. You’re safe as long as you’re with me. Alright?”
Joan swiftly nodded, trying not to let her tears spill. He continued.
“Do you trust me?”
“I trust you. I-I trust you, yes. Of course I do.”
“Can I put it inside you?”
Joan hesitated, looking down again. Alan was lining himself up. She looked back up and in a moment of bravery reached up to cup his face and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. He was shocked, but kissed her back. That was answer enough for him. They kept kissing as he rubbed himself over folds again, pressing the tip gently in and out. He pushed further in, and Joan gasped, but he caught her lips again and continued to kiss her. He kept slowly pushing in and out, going further each time he went in, until he was fully sheathed inside her. They both let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.
Yep. This was WAYYY better than the Trickster had hoped for.
“I’m gonna start moving, okay? Are you ready?”
“I-I’m ready.”
Alan pulled back, but paused for a moment.
“Do you… want this?”
“What?” Joan asked in disbelief. Trickster cocked his head to the side behind the camera. Was he really asking this right now?
“I like you, Joan. If we’re really doing this, I need to know that you want thi-.”
He was cut off by Joan reaching up again to kiss him. She was the one to pull back first so she could reply.
“Alan Wake, you big stupid oblivious man. I like you. So much. I didn’t want to overstep but, wasn’t it obvious…?”
“I… I like you too. I like you so much too-.”
Wake’s words were cut off again by himself this time, pressing their lips together, this time with a hunger he hadn’t felt in a long time. Joan reached her hands up to run them through his hair. Jiwoon was screaming internally. He felt like a fan watching their idol finally receive a daesang after being with them since debut. He was SO making his own #Aloan banners and lightsticks when he got back, and he was SO rubbing it into Merchant’s face. Hell, he wanted to throw a fucking pizza party. He should start planning that ASAP.
Alan pushed himself back inside Joan, and she flinched as he spread her walls apart. She was soaking wet and her juices were rubbing all over Alan’s crotch. He began to speed up as he pushed her legs further apart, pulling her down by the thighs, closer to his body. They never broke the kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths. Joan removed her hands from his hair and brought them to his dress shirt, fumbling around with the buttons until they were all undone. She ran her hands over his toned torso, wanting to feel as much of him and she could. This made Alan pull back from the kiss and adjust himself, and Joan was confused until he gripped the sides of her hips and began pounding into her with the fire of a thousand suns. The basement was filled with the sound of their love making, loud, breathy moans, each other's names falling lovingly from their lips inbetween deep kisses, and the hot squelching noises of their juices mixing between them. Joan's back arched off the ground and she closed her eyes, one of her hands coming up to cover her mouth, embarrassed at the noises she was making. Alan saw what she was doing, and had other plans. He took both of her wrists in his hands, pulling them up over her head and holding them firmly in place.
“Don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear you.”
He sped up his pace even faster, dipping his head down to lick and suck on her neck. Her breasts bounced against his chest, feeling her nipples against him was driving him crazy.
“W-wait, that’s- ah, s-s-sensitive-, ahh.”
Hearing her say that had him sucking harder, leaving a trail of hickeys leading down to her collar bones. He started kissing a line down to her breasts, and adjusted his grip on her arms, moving them so they were beside her head. This allowed him to keep going down her body, and he licked over one of her nipples as her body curled to the side and his cock to hit a sweet spot inside her. The sound she let out went straight to his groin, and he alternated between sucking and biting on her breast and nipple. He let go of one her wrists to take her other breast in his hand. She brought one of her legs up and rested it on his shoulder, letting him thrust deeper inside her, hitting her cervix.
“A-Allie… Allie- ah, I-I’m gonna- o-oh my god I’m gonna-.”
She stuttered out his pet name as she felt the build up between her legs like a dam threatening to burst. Her stomach was coiling tighter and tighter into itself. Alan let go of her other arm, and she brought them down to grip onto his forearms.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck i’m gonna- I-I’m, oh fuck Alan.”
“Cum for me baby. Cum for me. It’s okay, I’m here. I’ve got you. You're safe. I've got you baby.”
He whispered sweet nothings in her ear as he felt her begin to tense around him, keeping his same pace to drive her straight over the edge. She was going to speak up again, but her orgasm suddenly hit her, and she sputtered his name over and over again between moans as her whole body violently twitched underneath him. She threw her head back, and it hit against the ground before he placed his hand under it, stopping it from hitting the concrete floor. He slowed his thrusting as her walls pulsed around him, trying to milk his own orgasm out of him, but he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He planted gentle kisses all over her face, landing on her lips.
“You’re doing so well baby, you’re doing so well for me.”
Her chest was heaving, her breathing heavy as she came down from her high, her eyes fluttering. Alan continued to kiss her neck softly, slowly pushing in and out.
“Can I keep going, or do you want to stop?”
Joan thought about it as if she had a choice. Her droopy eyes glanced over to the killer in the corner, his camera flashing to signal that it was still recording. Alan followed her gaze, nearly forgetting the reason they were doing this in the first place.
“W-we can stop now-.”
“No.”
He began to pull away from her, but she stopped him, putting a hand on his cheek and giving him a soft smile.
“I want you to keep going. Keep going until you're satisfied.”
“I-I… don't want to overdo it.”
“You won’t.”
“Please tell me if I do.”
“I will. Of course I will… He told you to fuck my brains out, remember?”
“Pfft.”
That earned a snicker from Wake. At least she could still find some humour in this situation, as fucked up as it was.
“You really want me to fuck your brains out…?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I walk with a limp back to the campfire. Do your worst, Wake.”
Joan smirked, and it caught Alan off guard. This was a new side he was seeing for the first time, and he didn’t hate it.
“Alright. You asked for it.”
He pulled out of her, wasting no time to flip her onto her stomach. The cold floor made her nipples hard, and she shivered at the contact. He grabbed her waist, pulling her ass up into the air and spanking it with a loud smack. She yelped from beneath him, but moaned into it. It was his turn to smirk.
‘Do your worst, huh?’ he thought. But he wanted to save some stuff for when they were truly alone. He grabbed the waistband of her ripped pantyhose and her underwear, pulling them both down in one swift motion and smacked her now bare ass again, enjoying every new noise he could pull from her lips. He took a good look at her sex, and she could feel his burning gaze, becoming embarrassed. She was about to regret asking for more when he plunged two fingers into her, scissoring them around a bit before adding another. She was so fucking warm, and soaking wet. And the smell of sex was driving him insane. He wondered if she ever touched herself to the thought of him, and the image of her whimpering his name alone in her tent set off something inside of him. He pulled his fingers back and licked them clean.
Shaking off his blazer, it dropped to the floor next to him. He was sweating like a mule. He decided to take off his shirt too, it was already half off anyway. He looked back down to Joan, and decided to undress her too.
“Put your arms back for me baby.”
She did as she was told, and he grabbed onto the cuffs of her own blazer, pulling it off with the remnant of her turtleneck, leaving her bare back exposed. She put her hands back down to the floor, shivering again, but he grabbed her biceps pulling her back. He pressed his chest into her arched back, and she rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him.
“I wanna feel you baby, your skin on mine.”
“I-I’d like that.”
Joan stuttered out a reply as she felt his cock get hard again, pressing into her ass. He released her arms to grab her boobs, and kneaded them, softly tugging at her nipples. His cock was dripping with precum as he rubbed himself against her, and she pressed herself back, further into him.
“I’m gonna put it in.”
He was about to reach down one of his hands but she stopped him.
“No, let me… Okay?”
Her fingertips brushed against him, delicately stroking him, and his breath hitched.
“O-okay.”
He returned his hand to her breast, and planted a trail of kisses across her shoulders as she prepared herself. She rubbed him along her folds until she settled on her hole, and pushed back to bury the tip inside her. Alan thrusted the tip in and out a few times before jerking his hips forward and back, immediately setting a relentless pace. Joan cried out, not from pain, but from the pleasure taking over her. Wake could tell the difference and didn’t stop, letting his carnal instincts take over. He shoved himself deeper and deeper inside of her, his pace as rapid as his own heartbeat that was pounding out of his chest. Fucking hell she was melting around him. He wrapped his arms around body and burried his head in his neck, holding her firmly in place as if she would disappear, biting down on her shoulder, leaving a mark but not drawing blood. She tried to meet his pace but it was proving to be impossible. He was eating her like she was his last meal, he wanted to devour her whole. He kept trying to remind himself how dangerous this was, but he didn’t care anymore. He wanted to make sure she remembered the shape of his cock. It felt so good, and she sounded like heaven. She couldn’t stop moaning and cursing.
“God I just want to destroy you.” He let his thoughts mix with his words as he felt his climax reaching its peak. His breathing was heavy, his voice low and husky. He was almost growling.
“I’ve held back for so, so long. I’m not gonna let you go so easily.”
“Allie, A-Allieeee, ugh. Don’t stop Allie. I-I’m gonna-”
“Keep saying my name- ugh, k-keep saying my name. You’re mine. O-only I get to- ugh.. fuck you like this. Fuck, Joan. Joannn. Ughh Joan.”
His movements were becoming erratic and sloppy, and his grip around her tightened, bending her over slightly to fuck into her from a different angle. He was so damn close. He was gonna fill her up so good. So fucking goo-.
“F-fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK, ugh, Joannn. Fuuuck, ughhh.”
He sputtered out, his voice turning into a sweet melody of whimpers as he pumped everything he had into her. Joan felt her walls get sticky, and Alan didn’t relent his pace. Her second orgasm washed over her as he continued to cum, holding her firmly in place as he felt her spasm under him. She dropped her head forward, exhausted, and he finally began to slow to a stop. Their breathing was the only thing they could hear as he gently relaxed his grip and pulled out of her. Joan collapsed on the ground, her ass sticking out in the air, giving Alan the perfect view of his cum dripping out of her.
Damnit, he wanted to fuck her again.
“You think you can get pregnant in here?”
A chipper voice broke through the private moment, causing Wake’s head to snap in the direction of the sound. The Trickster was right beside him, leaning forward and admiring the view. Wake quickly grabbed his blazer off the floor and draped it over Joan’s rear, covering her from the killer’s sick gaze. He got between them as he stood up and pulled up his boxers, staring daggers into the idol.
‘Hey, that’s my job.’ he thought, flashing Wake a smile. Wake just furrowed his brows deeper.
“Show’s over, pal. We did what you wanted.” He said sternly. They had held up their end of the deal, now it was time for Trickster to make good on his word. He chuckled, leaning back to stand up straight.
“Yeah yeah, I suppose you did.” ‘You did that and more,’ he thought to himself. “Well! I’ll let you two get dressed. I’ll be just upstairs.” He sang as he sauntered up the stairs, leaving the pair alone. Joan had begun to get up from the ground, turning herself over to sit down properly. She realized she was sitting on Alan’s blazer.
“Oh- Alan. I’m making your jacket all… gross. ” She whispered the last part, a bit ashamed. She began to stand up but forgot her pantyhose were around her thighs, limiting her movement. Her feet caught on themselves and she began to tumble forward, colliding with Alan’s chest as he caught her in time, her breasts pressing into him again. He sighed lovingly, looking down at her.
“So… walking with a limp, huh?”
She blushed, hitting his shoulder.
“Not a word until we’re out of here mister.”
“Are sure you're able to walk out of here?”
“Not another word!” She huffed as he laughed, pulling herself off of him only to be pulled back, a kiss pressed against her lips. Alan’s gaze softened as he pulled away.
“I love you.”
“!”
Joan squeaked at the sudden confession. He WHAT!? Alan LOVED her? Her!? The same her that was an absolute liability in matches and wouldn’t know map sense if a pallet hit her in the face, and Alan was there to save the day every single time. Steam came out of her ears as her brain tried to process the information. Alan frowned awkwardly at her overthinking.
“You don’t have to give me an answer-.”
“I LOVE YOU TOO.”
His eyes went wide as he was cut off by Joan's sudden yelling. Embarrassment washed over her face and she dropped her gaze to the ground.
“I-I mean.. I love you too, Allie. I have.. for a while…”
She sheepishly looked up at him, suddenly scared to hear his response, but was met with a goofy grin instead.
“What…?” She asked, wondering if something was funny.
Alan offered no verbal response and instead started laughing, lifting her up and twirling her around.
“A-Alan! Hey!”
She joined in on laughing with him, and they spun around giggling until they settled down.
“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.”
He flashed a genuine, glowing smile, and all Joan could do was warmly smile back, careful not to start sobbing on the spot. That would have to wait for later, when they weren’t in a literal meat freezer.
Oh. Right.
They both seemed to realize where they were again and quickly released each other, beginning to pick up their clothes and get dressed. All the while, Jiwoon was quietly listening on the staircase, looking like the meme of the guy crying while holding the lightsticks in Wake Up, Girls!
His ship had finally sailed.
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As they made their way up the stairs, the Trickster was awaiting them at the top, leaning cooly against a locker, admiring his nails absentmindedly. He totally hadn’t been eavesdropping, psh, not a chance, he would never do that. He looked at the survivors up and down. Joan had chosen to discard her mauled tights, and was wearing Wake's dress shirt. Wake wore his jacket with no shirt underneathe. Both of their hair was a bit of a mess. And they were holding hands.
STAGE CLEAR .ᐟ‧₊˚✩彡
“I suppose a deal’s a deal.” Trickster said nonchalantly, trying to sound as bored as possible. He sighed extra loud for dramatic effect. Alan raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. So, we’re gonna go work on the last gen-.”
As if God himself had intervened, the last gen lit up across the map, signalling its completion, and the exit alarm started blaring. They all heard the exit gates opening and stared at each other in disbelief.
It seems the Entity had had enough and was telling them to get the fuck out.
“I’ll, uh… walk you two out. Ha ha… ha.” Trickster said, trailing off his laugh. He was sure to get a mouthful when he got back. He hoped the beating wasn’t too bad this time. He knew it would be. It was worth it. Totally worth it.
He swivelled on his heel toward the exit and led the newly announced couple to the edge of the map and through the exit doors, stopping just before the spikes came up signalling he couldn’t go any further.
“Pleasure doin business with ya, Wakey. Let’s do this again sometime, yeah?”
Alan let go of Joan's hand and straightened his back, getting right in Trickster’s face.
“Let’s not, yeah?”
Jiwoon felt his overwhelming presence and immediately backed down, dropping his shoulders as if to protect himself. He placed his hands in his pockets and felt the cool plastic casing of the digital camera. His eyes flickered back and forth between the pair. He was about to say something along the lines of ‘have a safe trip home!’ but felt he had said enough for the day. He simply nodded as Wake led Joan into the fog, placing a hand around her lower back and pulling her closer. The pair had seldom thought how they were going to start to unpack what had just happened to them. They felt it was in their best interest to just ignore it and hope for the best; they'd jump off that bridge when they got to it. But they had one another to help the other through the nightmares now. There was no space left between them anymore, no need to keep each other at arm's length. They were truly together. And they'd be even more together sharing a tent later tonight to finish what they had started without a serial killer across the room.
Jiwoon watched as they started to disappear, and noticed Joan was slightly faltering as she went. Was she walking with a limp…?
He sighed, scratching the back of his neck and looking around as if someone could be watching him. When they were completely gone, he let his crazed smile light up his face and he squealed, jumping around and waving his hands in the air.
The other killers were not gonna BELIEVE this.
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Wereroomies werewolf!chan reaction to his girl in a rabbit costume? I know that man will go insane
this ask wormed its way into my brain and made me write a drabble in record time. sorry if anything's worded weirdly, i was literally possessed while i wrote this whole thing.
Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: Chris’ POV · curvy/chubby reader · primal play (can it be considered primal play when one of the parties involved is an animal already?) · breeding · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control].
minors do not interact.
It was rare for Chris to take you to his house in the woods on your own. Typically, the entire pack would come for their monthly run, but every once in a while he needed to come check on the place to make sure everything was in order–the amount of times he’d woken up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night with the sudden thought that he didn’t turn off the lights before leaving during their last trip were too many to count at this point.
This weekend, Chris decided to take you out on a little escapade, just the two of you in his big house. You both had been working nonstop the last couple of weeks, between that and pack duties you’d hardly had any time for yourselves as a couple, so he was more than needing his alone time with you, to disconnect from everything and everyone else.
So here he was, doing the final checks on the house to make sure everything was fine before he could finally join you wherever you were in the house to lounge around and snuggle and hopefully have some delightful sex later in the evening.
“Baby, have you seen the–the…”
Walking into the living room, and seeing you all of a sudden like that, sitting on the dining table of all places, was something Chris did not expect. His mind short-circuited immediately, and the fact that you had the nerve to gasp and act surprised as soon as you spotted him wasn’t making it any better.
“Oh, my… Seems like I’ve found myself in the wolf’s lair. What am I gonna do now…” You brought your hands to your cheeks, which only squished your breasts further together, all garnished with the fakest look of concern he’d ever seen on your face.
That bra was barely even a bra, it was just a couple of pieces of fabric tied around your neck by thin straps, it did absolutely nothing to keep your breasts contained. It was white, too, practically transparent. The bottoms weren’t much better, also a barely even there piece of fabric that did incredibly poorly at covering your plump centre. But the worst pieces of all were the white and pink suspender belt, with the matching stockings over your mouth-watering thighs, and the goddamned bunny ears on your head.
Something stirred deep inside of Chris, something just so incredibly dangerous, something he just knew was exactly what you wanted to awake with this entire set-up of yours.
Prey, prey, prey, prey, prey…
What kind of boyfriend would he be if he denied you of your fun? So of course he played along.
“Aww, poor little bunny got lost?” Chris cooed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door frame, staring you up and down.
You bit your lip, nodding. “You’re not gonna do anything bad to me, right?”
Chris took a deep breath, and he got almost winded by the scent of your arousal lingering in the air. “Well�� That depends, pretty bunny…”
“On?”
A smirk made its way onto his face, and Chris could already feel himself straining in his briefs. “On how fast you can run away from me”.
You bit your lip and whimpered, looking almost scared.
There was a moment of you staring at him, and Chris staring at you… A moment of silence that fed the tension in the air. In an instant, you were getting off of that table and bolting out of the room, letting him see the fluffy tail attached to your bottoms, and he could feel the fine hairs on his nape stand on end.
Chase, chase, chase, chase, chase…
Chris immediately ripped his t-shirt off of his body and chased after you. He was suddenly feeling incredibly warm, and he could feel his instincts further clouding his reason as he looked at your form trying to get out of his reach.
He let you off easy for a few minutes, revelling in the deep breaths you took, in the way your heart was racing inside your chest, and in the smell of your scent taking a hold of every single one of his nerve-endings. Until he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to catch you, to show you your place and make you submit.
After a while of running and hiding around the house, Chris finally caught up to you on the upper floor, right after climbing the stairs–his shorts had been discarded at some point during the chase, he didn’t even notice when he’d removed them, and he, honestly, also didn’t care.
With a tight hold on your waist he pushed you against the nearest wall. He would’ve felt bad by hearing the whimper that came out of your mouth as soon as your back hit the wall, but, at this point, he knew your limits, he knew how to read your body language, he knew the exact word you would use if it all became too much for you, and, especially, he knew when you were putting on an act.
With a hand cradling the back of your head, he tilted it to the side, making himself more room to shove his face in the crook of your neck, to prod at your pulse point with the tip of his nose and get a proper whiff of that scent of yours that made him delirious, especially now with how horny you smelt, with his senses enhanced by the chase.
“What now, bunny?” Chris mumbled. He licked a stripe up the expanse of your neck, relishing the taste of your skin under his tongue, and he felt you shiver with the motion.
You swallowed, taking a deep breath. “What are you gonna do to me? I’m just a poor, innocent bunny that got lost…”
“Are you, now?” Chris brought his free hand to the ears on your head, feeling the soft fur between his fingers for a moment, only to finally move that hand to your side so he could drag it all the way from your ribs down to your hips, relishing the goosebumps that rose under his touch. “And what was a pretty bunny like you looking for so insistently you ended up lost in my lair?”
“A partner”, you replied simply, although your voice got a bit shaky when he started to toy with the string that tied your underwear in place. “I just…need to be bred so badly”.
Chris could’ve fainted with how fast blood rushed from his head to his crotch.
“Oh, sweet, sweet, bunny”, he dragged his teeth down the length of your neck, until he finally found a spot to suck the first of many love bites he was ready to leave on your skin. “I can give you exactly what you want… I’ll pump you so full, pretty. Just how you need”.
“You will?” You reached for his hips, and the warmth of your hands on his bare skin was further feeding that pool of desire in the pit of his stomach. “Is the big, alpha wolf going to put his pups inside me?”
God, he might’ve been the predator, but you certainly always had the upper hand, and Chris knew you were aware of it. You always knew what to say to get him to react, to get exactly what you wanted, and he was ready to fall for it every single time.
Chris leaned in closer, close enough he could feel your lips brush against his own when he spoke. “Only if you ask nicely”.
You moved your hands from his hips to his ass, squeezing generously. “Please… Please, I need your pups so bad. Please, breed me, alph–”
A squeal left your lips when Chris took a hold of your hips and turned you around all of a sudden. He just couldn’t take it anymore, not after all that had transpired since he spotted you on that table downstairs.
With a hand on your upper back, he pressed your chest further into the wall as you pushed your hips back towards him, giving him the delicious sight of your round bottom in that barely there piece of underwear with the fluffy tail, and the way your soft flesh dipped under the taut straps of your suspender belt that held the stockings on your legs almost made him dizzy.
Chris spat on his free hand and smeared the saliva all over his length. Pulling your underwear to the side, he got a perfect view of your soaked folds. Clearly, all the running around had been a good warm up for you, too, and he was almost trembling in anticipation.
In normal circumstances, he would’ve probably stretched you out first, even loosen you up with his mouth and his tongue. But these were no normal circumstances. He could barely think straight at this point, all he knew for sure was that he needed to be inside of you and give you the pounding of your life.
Breed, breed, breed, breed, breed…
You whined once he started to push his cock inside you. The feeling of your warm, wet, tight walls stretching over his length had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. He might’ve worried he was hurting you, but he knew by now that when you reached back for his hip like you were doing now, almost like you were urging him to ram himself into you already, it meant you were doing just fine, so there wasn’t a single spark of worry in his hazy mind just yet.
As soon as he was fully sheathed within your warmth, he nuzzled your neck, holding the soft skin of your hips tightly in his hands. “Don’t worry, pretty bunny. I’ll give you what you need. All of it”.
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Warnings: Suggestive, mdni, vibrator, established relationship, fluff, Law might be ooc but idk
AU: Modern
A/n: This started out ad a brain worm not long after midnight lol but it turned into this. I feel like the ending is a bit weak but I've never been good at writing endings 😔
Law stared at the tiny black remote in his hand that you had given him. Although he wasn't entirely sure what this remote was for. He glanced up from the small pink device, looking at you for any sign you'd tell him what this was supposed to be. When all you did was flush a brighter pink, he sighed softly and looked back at the remote. Slowly, his thumb brushed over the top button on the remote. He didn't press it, but you still shivered in what he could only assume was anticipation.
Thank god you were an open book sometimes. At least now he had an idea of what was happening.
"... What is this?" he asked, wanting to confirm his guess.
Hearing you stutter out nonsense had him look at you again. You were nervously fiddling with your fingers and rubbing your thighs together, confirming his suspicions without needing to say anything. A slight frown tugged down his neutral expression, but you seemed too caught up in being flustered to notice.
"I thought we agreed we weren't going to do anything like this yet," he commented, snapping you out of your flustered state.
You're eyes widen a little; then you look away with what he could only describe as embarrassment and a little shame on your face. "Yeah, I know..." you softly begin to answer, "but I felt terrible for putting that boundary about not doing anything related to sex."
Law felt his heart melt, wondering if he had unintentionally acted harshly toward you since you set that boundary about a month ago. "You really shouldn't," he said softly. "I overreacted when you told me you didn't feel ready. It's okay to set boundaries. Especially if it involves something you don't feel ready for," Law explained, hoping he sounded comforting instead of reprimanding.
"I know it's just..." you started, nervousness lacing your voice, "I set that boundary more to keep myself from breaking my beliefs and personal code rather than not feeling ready, if that makes any sense. Because even though I don't want to have sex or anything outside of marriage, I want you. I want you so bad it sometimes hurts. Late at night, I fantasize about the things I want to do with you, the things I want you to do to me, and sometimes I-I touch myself while thinking about you and those things," you confess and ramble shyly.
Law stared at you, genuinely shocked to hear you confess something so lewd. A gentle pink dusted across his face as he looked away while covering his mouth. When he glanced back at you, he saw how your eyes widened, clearly worried you had said something wrong.
Damn it, why did you have to be so cute?
"So you bought a vibrator as a sort of compromise?" Law asked, lightly pressing the top button, watching how you tensed up.
A slight smug smirk appeared on Law's face as he pressed the top button several times. He watched your face shift to one of surprise and pleasure. You whimpered and pressed your legs together in an attempt to deal with the vibrations deep in your core.
You quickly nodded, starting to fidget with your fingers again with your eyes locked on the remote in his hand. "Y-yeah... if that's okay," you answered.
Law took a step closer and placed a hand on your face only to gently put his thumb in your mouth to press down your tongue, whispering, "Trust me, it's more then just okay."
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Cruel Summer | Javier Peña (Chapter Five)
Series Summary | Javier Peña is back in Laredo, this time for good. He hadn’t banked on you still being there, especially not with a wedding ring on your finger. A complicated shared history and plenty of unresolved feelings between the two of you should make for an interesting summer.
Pairing | Javier Peña x Female Reader
Word Count | 5.2K (oooops, I got carried away)
Warnings | Descriptions of domestic abuse (not from our boi Javi), talk of injuries, infidelity, cheating, SMUT, oral (f receiving) and unprotected PiV sex (please don't do this, be smart and safe), mentions of alcohol, cigarettes, and pregnancy.
Authors Note | Thank you all for being so patience with me whilst I got my head back into writing this. This took me ages to figure out in my mind but I'm so proud of what I've managed to produce. I really appreciate hearing what y'all think of this series, comments and reblogs really do make my day with this - so if you enjoy it, let me know!
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Ethan is furious. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so angry before. He’d arrived home late last night from his business trip, falling into bed sometime past midnight. He’d tossed and turned for a while as you pretended to be asleep next to him before he turned over, pulled at your arm to turn you onto your back and then crowded on top of you. You’d let him because it was easier than denying him, but when he pushed himself inside of you all you could think about was Javier.
What would he do in this situation? You’d like to think he’d at least take some time to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Was he the type of man who would spend hours with his head between your thighs just because he liked the way his name fell from your mouth? You think he would be. Would he whisper sweet nothing’s into your ear in Spanish whilst he was buried deep inside you? God, you hoped so. By the time Ethan was spilling himself inside of you and rolling over, leaving you, as he always did, completely unsatisfied and feeling completely used, all your brain could focus on was the animalistic need to know exactly what Javier would do to you in bed.
Now, as Ethan stands in the kitchen, fuming after he found the wads of cash from your farmer’s market sale, all you wanted to do was run. Run from this pathetic life and into whatever it was that Javier could give you.
“I fucking told you I would get around to sorting it out!” He shouts at you, “And you had to go and completely disobey me! How does this make me look?”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, “Ethan, it’s been pushing one hundred degrees the entire time you’ve been away, I need that new AC unit because otherwise I’m going to die in that shop, and I think a little bit of embarrassment is better than admitting to the town that I’m dead because you couldn’t be bothered to fix it.”
“Don’t be so fucking dramatic,” He fumes, his skin flushing red, “I bet that asshole Peña had something to do with this.”
“Because now every time I do something you don’t like it has to involve him?” You raged, “Newsflash Ethan, I’ve been doing things you don’t like since before we got married, and that certainly had nothing to do with Javier and everything to do with the fact you can’t stand me.”
“Did he have anything to do with it?”
You don’t know why you don’t lie in this moment. Maybe it would have been easier, less of an argument to deal with, but you can’t help yourself, “Maybe he did.”
“I fucking knew it!” Ethan slams his fist down on the kitchen counter, “That asshole, trying to worm his way into my family, walking around this fucking town like he’s some sort of king because he took down Escobar,” You can’t help yourself but think that you might actually be able to see steam coming out of his ears soon, “And you!” He’s pointing a finger at you as he rounds the counter, “How many times do I have to tell you to stay the hell away from him, or are you just too fucking stupid to understand me?”
It all happens at once. You’ve slapped him hard across the face and in this moment, you can’t tell which of you is more surprised. He’s stood inches away from your face with a look in his eyes that has panic settling in your stomach. He could kill you if he wanted to. It’s the first time you’ve thought he might, with his chest heaving and his eyes like daggers. You’re scared.
“How. Fucking. Dare. You.” He spits out into your face, he’s got wide hands placed around the tops of your arms and before you know it your back is pressed against the wall, he’s squeezing the skin so hard that you’re crying out, “Someone needs to teach you some fucking respect.”
If you weren’t so frightened, you’d have some stupid retort about the fact that it certainly couldn’t be him, because even with a ring around your finger you could never respect this man in front of you, but you keep your mouth shut.
“Ethan please,” You whimper, “Please let me go, you’re hurting me.”
“Oh, I’m hurting you, am I?” He jeers into your face, squeezing his hands around your arms even harder, “You should have thought about that before you fucking slapped me, stupid girl.”
He pulls you back from the wall slightly before slamming you backwards again, the force of it causing the back of your head to hit the wall behind you, “You better lose the attitude or I will take us so far away from this place you’ll never see your stupid friends or your precious Javier Peña again, do you understand me?”
You nod, sniveling through your tears, then he finally lets your arms go and steps away from you, “Get out of my fucking sight.”
You don’t waste any time in doing just that, stopping just long enough to grab a thin cardigan and your car keys before your hurtling to your car with nowhere really to go. Your immediate thought is Javier, but it’s the middle of the day and he’ll be out helping Chucho on the ranch. You don’t think you can bare the heat of the shop, or the fact that you might have to interact with a customer, so that’s out too. There’s only one person left – Gabriela. There’s an internal battle you’re having with yourself, she’s so close to having her baby that you don’t want to intrude on her, but she’s the only person you can think of who will know what to do right now.
You’re not really sure how you manage to make it to her house unscathed with the amount of tears that are dropping from your eyes and the way your hands are shaking, but you’re pulling up in front of her house in no time.
“Good God alive, what on earth is the matter?!” She exclaims when she opens the door, pulling you into a hug, protruding belly crushed between you.
“Oh Gabriela everything’s gone so wrong and I don’t know what to do.” You cry, sniffing into her shoulder, you pull away and briefly apologise for getting her shirt wet, to which she gives you a look that says ‘don’t be so fucking stupid’ before she’s ushering you inside.
She waddles in front of you, clearly uncomfortable, and sternly tells you to sit at the breakfast bar whilst she boils some water to make tea. In no time at all there’s a steaming mug placed in front of you, and she’s sat herself down on the chair next to you with her own mug.
“So, where do we start?” She’s coaxing you, hand holding your own.
“I’m fucking miserable Gabs,” You speak softly, “And I don’t know what to do.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” She scoffs, “What’s he done this time?”
“He found the money,” You’re looking into the amber liquid of the green tea in front of you, “Lost his mind that I’d done it without him, got cross because it was Javi’s idea and then told me to get out and leave him alone.”
“Did he hurt you?” She asks, “And I swear if you lie to me once more about this, I’m actually going to lose my mind.”
You nod, it’s small, but she catches it, and you can hear the inhalation of breath, “But it was my fault, I slapped him first.”
“Did you slap him first all the other times he’s clearly hurt you?” You shake your head this time, “Show me.” She’s asking.
You slowly slip the cardigan off your arms. You look down and there are perfect red welts on your skin where Ethan’s fingers had been digging into your arm earlier. No doubt in time they’d bruise, “Jesus fucking Christ.” Is Gabriela’s response.
“I’m sorry Gabs, I didn’t wanna burden you with this I promise, but I didn’t know where else to go.”
“You think this is a burden to me?” She’s imploring, catching your eyeline when you try to look away, “Cielito, this is nothing like a burden, it’s a bloody relief, I’ve been wanting you to tell me this for years.”
“You knew?”
“Of course I knew, dumbass, all those times you cancelled on me last minute and disappeared for days? You had to be hiding something, and the longer you’ve been with him the longer I’ve known he’s a horrible man – doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.”
“What do I do, Gabs?”
“Only you can answer that question, but that,” She points to your arms, “That’s assault, so you can go to the police, and then there’s always divorce.”
“I don’t want to be with him anymore, but I can’t do this on my own Gabriela, I’m so fucking scared, he’s got everything, he’s going to take everything, I won’t have my shop anymore, I’ll be homeless, where do I even start?”
Gabriela bites at her lip whilst she thinks, “You won’t have to do this alone, I promise you,” She’s got your hand clutched in hers again, “Can you give me a few weeks?” She’s asking, “I know it’s a lot to ask, but let me get this gremlin out of me first, and then I promise we’ll get you out, okay?”
You nod in agreement because it’s more than you thought you’d get. The idea of freedom could surely see you through the next couple of weeks, “If it gets too bad then you let me know and we’ll sort something out, I promise, okay?”
She’s hugging you then, the kind of bone crushing hug that only she would be capable of, and you can feel yourself crying again. What on earth had you done to deserve her?
“I’ll get out of your hair soon, but can I borrow your phone really quickly?” You ask.
“Of course, I need to use the bathroom again anyway, so I’ll give you some space.”
Once she’s out of earshot, you’re dialing the number that you’d had memorized since high school, even with his years of absence. After a few rings someone picks up on the other end.
“Hi, Chucho, it’s me.”
“Ahhh Mija, how are you today?”
“I’m well thank you, how about you?”
“Not too bad thank you, just come inside to beat the midday heat for a while.”
“Ah yes,” You smile, you’ve always loved the sound of Chucho’s voice, calm and stoic, reminding you of your own father, which is probably why you like it so much, “I hope you’ve got plenty of ice-cold lemonade,” You bite at the side of your thumbnail, “Is Javi there?” You ask, hoping it doesn’t sound like you’re trying to get rid of him too soon.
“He is, let me just pass you over.”
There’s the sound of shuffling on the other end of the phone and you can hear Chucho telling Javi it’s you on the other end, then there’s silence before he’s speaking.
“Hola querida,” God his voice is like butter, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” You reply quietly, “I just wanted to hear your voice, I hope you don’t mind me calling in the middle of the day.”
“I wouldn’t mind you calling in the middle of the night, querida, don’t worry,” You can hear him drinking someone on the other end of the phone, “You sure you’re okay?” He asks again.
“I was wondering if I could see you tonight?” You ask meekly, not wanting to make yourself a burden to another person today.
“You can,” He’s replying, “Where?”
“Can I come to you?”
You can hear him shuffling a little on the other end of the phone, you can hear the shifting of paper, he must be looking at the calendar that’s hanging near the phone – his mother had insisted on it when she was still alive, and Chucho makes sure there’s a new one there every January 1st.
“Yes,” He replies softly, “Pops has a poker game in town tonight according to the calendar, he should be gone by seven, is that okay?”
“Yeah, of course, I’m happy with whatever is best for you, I’ll see you then.”
“Alright, querida, take care and I’ll see you later.”
“See you later, Javi.” You whisper softly before you’re hanging up the phone.
You put the phone back on the receiver and rub your hands over your face, trying to ignore the pooling of nerves in your tummy. If Gabriela could sense all these years that something was off, then there’s no doubt that Javi will know as well. He’s the most perceptive man you’ve ever met. The dull ache of Ethan’s fingerprints on your arms were ever-present now, there was no way you’d be able to hide them from him.
“You can stay here for a while if you want,” Gabriela’s voice calls from the living room, “I would only be folding baby clothes on my own.”
You spend the rest of the afternoon helping Gabriela like she suggested, folding baby clothes, setting out diapers and toiletries in the bathroom and eating her famous enchiladas for dinner. Diego comes home sometime after five, giving you a hug, before he’s pulling out two beers which you enjoy with your friends in their back garden. The sun is setting and it’s nearing six in the evening when you bid them both farewell.
“Please let me know if you need us, okay?” Gabriela whispers into your hair as she hugs you goodbye, “There’s isn’t a thing in this world that would stop us from helping you.”
You bite back tears before you nod your head, giving Diego a similar hug, before you’re hopping in your car and driving out of town towards the Peña ranch.
It doesn’t take as long as you’d anticipated but when you drive up you can see there’s only one truck parked outside which means Chucho must have already left for the evening. Javier is stood on the porch before you’ve stepped down from the truck. You make sure the cardigan you’d worn was buttoned up before you head over to him.
“Evening, querida.” He speaks softly, dipping his head to kiss you on the cheek.
Before he can fully pull away, you’ve got a hand on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours. His hands weave around your waist and you wrap your other arm around his neck to press your body more firmly to his own before you’re pulling away from him, breathless.
“Evening to you too.” You smile, and it’s genuine. This man has done nothing but make you happy since he came back.
“You want a drink?” He asks, giving your waist a squeeze, “I bought that wine you used to like drinking, although thinking about it now we were young so your tastebuds have probably matured.”
You giggle and follow him inside, “They definitely haven’t, is it the white one that we used to drink out of the bottle against the tree?”
He nods as he leads you to the kitchen, dipping into the fridge to pull it out. It is indeed the exact same brand of wine you’d get drunk on together when he was still around, “You want a glass, or shall we drink it like old times?”
“Old times,” You reply with a smile as he undoes the screw top, “Can we sit outside?”
He’s taking the first swig from the wine, pulling the same face he used to all those years ago, as he motions for you to head out to the back porch. You always loved this ranch at dusk. The way the sun set and bathed everything in gentle orange light, the fact there was no noise from the town to distract you, the sound of the crickets chirping. It was peaceful.
Javi settles onto the bench, and you sit across from him, he leans his arm across the back of the bench and moves his head to tell you he wants you closer, so you shift your body to lean against his chest, head placed on his shoulder. You hope he doesn’t catch the discomfort when you lean too hard onto your arm and shift slightly, but if he does, he’s not mentioned it, instead, he’s passing you the wine which you take a drink from.
“You sounded upset on the phone, querida, are you sure you’re okay?”
You take another drink before you pass it back to him, “Ethan came home last night,” You’re speaking as you look into the distance, “Guess I just realized how much I enjoy it when he’s away.”
“I’m sorry,” He says softly, bringing his hand to your arm to squeeze him into his side, it’s stings as he grips to the sore skin from earlier, but you think you manage to play it off, “What can I do to help?”
He takes a long drink of the wine and then hands it back to you, watching intently as you do the same before you place the half-empty bottle on the floor, “Just kiss me Javi,” You speak, “Make me forget about it for a while.”
“You want me to just kiss you, querida?” He asks, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Or do you want more?”
You shift to look him in the eye, “I want it all Javi,” You lean up to press a chaste kiss to his lips pulling away before he can take more, “I’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”
He untangles himself from you and stands up before he stretches out his hand for you take, he must see the confusion on your face because he’s talking again, “If you’ve been waiting then I’m not going to fuck you on the porch, querida, come on.”
You slip your hand into his and then he’s dragging you through the house and up the stairs. He opens the door to his room, which you don’t really take in, he’s motioning his hand for you to sit on the bed, which you do.
He walks over to you and pushes your chin up with one of his fingers. He’s looming over you and if this was anyone else it would make you feel uncomfortable, but he’s looking at you like you were about to give him the world, before he’s leaning down and pressing his lips softly to your own. In the back of your mind you can feel him unbuttoning the front of your cardigan, it’s a relief because it’s so fucking warm in here, he’s pulling back from your mouth to push it off and then he stops. He’s not pulled it all the way off, the material bunching in the crook of your elbow because he’s seen. He’s seen the marks on your arms. Perfect red indentations of fingertips.
He's kneeling in front of you now, between your thighs, as he takes one arm in his hand, “Did he do this to you?”
“Javi please…” You beg him.
“Did he do this to you?” He asks again, slower and with a register that tells you he isn’t messing around, you nod at him, “I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
He’s standing like he’s going to get in his car and do it. You grab at his wrist, “Javi please, don’t,” You pull him back to you, “It was my fault.” You say softly, just like you had to Gabriela.
“This?!” He’s back on his knees again, clutching at your arm, “This is never your fault, do you understand me?” He’s looking into your eyes again, then he softens, “It doesn’t matter what you did, you don’t deserve this.”
“Please, will you just come back to me,” You plead, taking his face in your hands, “I need to forget him, just for tonight.”
In the back of his mind he knows it’s not right, it’s just a distraction, and all he really wants is to know what’s going on, but the way your eyes are pleading with him, he can’t say no, “Only if you promise to talk to me after?”
“I promise.” You reply almost immediately, and then he’s crowding you, he’s settling between your thighs but this time his lips are on yours and it’s overwhelming.
You widen your legs as your mouth opens to him, tongues mixing together. You can taste the cheap wine and the cigarettes he swears he’s trying to give up on. He can taste a sweetness he’s never felt before when he’s kissed a woman. It fast and it’s messy, and you don’t understand why you’re moaning into his mouth when he’s not really touched you. Without breaking the kiss, he’s moving, you’re pushed back onto the bed and he’s settled between your thighs, and then he’s pulling his mouth from yours to trail hot, wet kisses over your throat.
God, he wants to sink his teeth into your skin. Wants to mark you so that when you go home, he knows, knows that there’s someone out there who’s going to cherish you until his dying breath, going to protect you from men like him. He knows better, knows that you’ll be going home alone and any mark on your body would mean more marks from him, and Javi doesn’t think he can bare the fact that it’ll be his fault, so he sticks to kisses. He can feel your hands on his shoulders, sinking in through the material of his shirt and he wants more.
He's pushing himself back from you, taking a moment to take his shirt off before his attention is back at you. You’re spread out on his bed, hair splayed out underneath you and the look in your eyes almost makes him cry. It’s admiration, that he’s sure of, but there’s something else in your eyes too, maybe it’s lust, maybe it’s happiness, he doesn’t know, but he isn’t sure a woman has ever looked at him like that.
“God you’re beautiful, Javi.” You whisper as he leans back down to you.
The feeling of your cool hands on his hot skin electrifies him, and he can feel his hands working your tank top up to expose the skin of your tummy. You lift yourself up a little so he can take it all the way off before he continues the trail of his lips over your collarbone and down between the dip in your breasts. He’s gently moving the straps of your bra down and takes the opportunity to undo the clasp at the back when you arch up into him. It’s discarded to the floor without a second thought and then his mouth is on you again.
He uses the flat of his tongue to run hot stripes over your peaked nipple, whilst his fingers take the other peaked bud and starts rolling it between them. A whine drops from your lips, and you can feel him smiling into your skin and you arch up into him. He’s taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking and then using the tip of his tongue to run circle around it and all your head can think is how much you want his mouth doing just this further down your body.
“You tell me what you like, querida,” He mumbles into your skin, “Wanna make you feel good.”
“Your mouth,” You breathe out, head thrown back as he’s sucking your nipple into his mouth, “I need… fuck… I need it lower, Javi.”
He’s lifted his lips from your tits and you’re moving your head to meet his eyes and he genuinely looks hungry. Like a man starved, with a smirk splayed across his lips, “You want me to eat your pussy, hmm?”
He’s pushed himself back on his knees and for a split second before he’s pulling at your shorts to take them off, you can see he’s half-hard under his own denim. You’ve barely touched him, and this is how he is? It’s got pride swelling in your chest.
He makes quick work of your shorts, throwing them to the ground along with your underwear. He takes a second to look at you, spread out and bare for him, and he thinks that if he died right now, he would die a happy man having seen you like this. He takes his thumb and runs it gently along the seam of your pussy, watching as your eyes close and you let out a breath.
Javi stands briefly before he’s dropping to his knees on his floor. His hands are on either side of your hips, dragging you forward. He pulls you with such force that you bump your thigh into his face, but he’s not complaining. You expect him to tease you, but it turns out that he’s been waiting just as long as you have for this. He wastes no time in using the entire flat of his tongue to lick a hot, wet stripe from the bottom of your pussy to the top, which has an obscene moan dropping from your lips. He could listen to you make those noises for him all fucking day.
One of his hands moves from your hips, he uses it to spread your pussy before he makes the same motion with his tongue as before but focusing its entirety on your clit. You think you might see stars. Once he’d started, he doesn’t stop. Spurred on by the obscenity dropping from your lips like, fuckjavi that’s so fucking good, and please don’t stop, he’s eating your pussy like it’s his death row meal. He’s lapping at the slick that gathers at your entrance, he’s suckling on your clit, or flicking it with the tip of his tongue, but it’s when he pushes two of his thick fingers inside you that you’re truly coming undone.
You’re bucking your hips up into his mouth, grinding down on his fingers and then it’s all coming undone with that bright burst of pleasure you hadn’t felt in years. You can feel your pussy clenching around his fingers, and you can hear him suckling your clit through the aftershocks as your legs shake around his head. He slips his fingers out of you and finishes with one chaste kiss to your clit before he’s pulling at your arm to sit you up.
You’re jelly until he kisses you. You can taste yourself on his mouth, sweet and sour with the mix of his cigarettes and it’s intoxicating. You can feel his slick fingers on your thigh as he uses it as a crutch to push himself off the floor. When he stands, his groin is right in your eyeline and now he’s not half-hard. Fuck, he’s bulging. You watch as his hands undo his belt and tear it through the loops of his jeans before he’s unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans right in front of your face. He steps back a little to let the remainder of his clothes pool on the floor, but then he’s stepping out of them and back towards you and you can’t help but reach out and take his cock in your hand.
You look up at him, head thrown back with his eyes closed in pleasure. Your name drops from his lips as you continue working him with your hand, you’re just about to take him into your mouth when he speaks, “How do you want me?”
It’s a crime that he’s making you choose because fuck, you want him in every way. You want him to fold you in half and pound into you, you want him to take you from behind whilst he uses his fingers on your clit, you want him to wake you up in the morning with kisses to your neck whilst he buries himself inside you from the side.
“Can I ride you?” You ask quietly.
“Querida, there’s a gun downstairs,” He speaks, settling himself down on his bed on his back, before he’s guiding you to straddle his hips, “If I ever say no to that, I want you to use it on me, okay?”
You’re laughing, because it’s dramatic, but it cuts the tension with a knife. You’re both still laughing to each other when you’re shifting your hips and using your hand to line him up with your tight heat. He’s big, there’s no beating around the bush here, and as you sink down slowly onto him, his hands on your hips to guide you, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so full.
You’re throwing your head back and breathing out his name as he bottoms out, hearing a similar moan from him as you start grinding your hips. He’s using his hands on your hips to guide you and the friction inside of you in addictive. You think if you could spend the rest of your days like this then you would give up everything to do so.
“Fuck, hermosa, you look fucking incredible like this.” Javi purrs from underneath you, it makes your heart swell because no-one ever said things like this to you before.
You continue to grind against him until he’s holding your hips still and bringing his knees up, settling them against your backside. He lifts you up a little off his cock, with a strength you’d never witnessed before, and then he’s fucking up into you, cock punching as deep into you as you think you can take it, his balls slapping against your ass.
“Ohmygod, fuck Javi,” You’re squealing, putting your hands on top of his knees to keep you steady, “I think you’re… oh god… I think you’re gonna make me cum again.”
You look down and he’s looking up at you, grinning like a devil, because he’s got you so close to the edge, cock hitting a spot within you that feels like heaven and hell mixed into one, “Go on, querida, come for me.”
His husky voice is what does it. You’re clenching down on him as you call out his name. His hands on your hips keeping you upright as dark spots cloud your vision, “God, what I wouldn’t give to hear that every second of the day.” He groans as he flips you onto your back in one smooth move.
He’s still buried deep inside you, one hand brushing sweat-soaked hair from you face, the other gripping to your ass as he lifts your hips to meet him. He’s slowed but you can tell from the way his hips stutter into your own that he’s close.
“Where do you want me?” He whispers into your ear.
Everywhere, is what you want to say. Paint me, cover me, mark me as yours, is all you can think. What you say is, “Wherever you want.”
You think you see his mouth open to answer you, but it’s too late. He’s pulling out of you, fisting his cock two, three times, and then he’s painting your skin with his spend. Thick ropes of cum cover your tummy as he's growling into your ear, collapsing next to you when he’s given you everything he’s got.
When you lie there next to him, his cum drying on your abdomen, his mouth still kissing at the skin of your neck, you think you should feel guilty. Guilty that you broke your vows, guilty that you’ve let a man other than your husband touch you. Guilty that you did so without a second thought. Guilty that he didn't once cross your mind. There isn’t an ounce of guilt within you. You lean into his kisses and thank the Lord for bringing him back, for bringing him back to you, because you know this right here? This is happiness.
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Out of pure curiosity, what do you think is missing from Halsin's story?
after writing it all down, i realized it's not just what's missing but also what's broken, inconsistent and shallow about Halsin, hopefully that still answers your question :)
his backstory in the underdark comes out of nowhere and is never again brought up!! it is, in fact, brushed off as just some silly goofy thing that happened to him once!! hihi haha i was a sex slave for two years. im so embarrased to tell you this, tav haha anyways how about round two with the twins ??? while im standing speechless mouth agape struggling to process the story he just told me. to say it was written and handled poorly is putting it mildly
he is shown to be a shrewd person (with his francesca choice for the new archdruid back in emerald grove) so expand on that! show that he's more than just a pile of muscles! show me he's cunning and has bite! there's so much political intrigue in act 3, have him comment on it, on gortash's plan, have Halsin compare it to some other people/events that happened in the past and how they mirror what's currently happening in baldur's gate, my dude is 3 50, he's seen some shit im sure, even living in the forest the news would reach him so no excuses
he's so closely tied to act 2 i have no clue why he's locked off as a companion till you find daniel (which on my first playthrough was just before attack on moonrise, that almost made my blood boil bc not even 2 hours later orin snatched him up??? and i was like?? ok?? she took who? i barely know the guy?). i think he's too tight-lipped about what happened all those years ago with the shadowcurse and i would have loved to hear more about it (like the implication of him killing isobel and the conflict with the thorms)
I need him to be the biology/nature expert equivalent to Gale with his weave expertise. he should have more to say about the worms!! he should be studying you under the microscope the entire game!!!! literally bring back all the missing EA halsin dialogue!! i should be able to drag his ass into the underdark!!! I WANT HIS KNOWLEDGE! I WANT IT TO BRING BACK BAD MEMORIES! expand on drows and their culture in this game by using halsin as the conduit that tells you everything he learned from spending his time here!! so maybe that info dump in act 3 about him being a slave wouldn't come out of nowhere
i refuse to believe he'd have nothing to say about the elder brain after seeing it. i want him to be absolutely repulsed, terrified but also intrugied by the mindflayer colony under moonrise, i want him to cautiously study every nook and cranny there and offer his insight
absolutely baffled he won't say anything to that one dragonborn druid back in baldur's gate that is trying to keep a tree alive???? for all his distain for the cities he sure is quiet here, seeing nature failing in the middle of it while a guy is desprately trying to keep it alive. maybe make it so these two actually manage to turn this spot into something more beautiful, a lush tree in the middle of a concrete road that attracts people who come over to relax in its shade
if they bring up his hatred of the city life, why not let me turn him into a full on shadow druid (which is already hinted on during one of the conversations with him in act 3), kind of how you can keep shadowheart a shar worshipper or steer her toward selune. plant some seeds of his loathing back in act 2, how nature had to be sacrificed because people had delusions of grandure (the elder brain plot and the thorms) etc
besides wanting to cure the shadowcurse and enjoying whittling there's nothing more to this guy. after the curse is lifted all he's got are the ducks.............. once he'll mention he doesn't like the city life. okay, you've been on this earth good 350 years, my guy, you know how cities are don't act surprised
an alternative ending is missing, you should be able to go with him
personally, i think his personality is missing because he is too flat and frankly, boring. he is too agreeable even if you're a meanie to others. just as long as you don't kill innocents he's a ride or die. it's not his fault of course, he's just badly written, too surface level. which is a terrible shame bc i'm so in love with him but i'd like to fall for his personality too. once there's a fleshed out one. so it's quite hard to speculate on what's missing about a guy there's barely any information on in-game tho :'(
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#reply#halsin#if i sound critical it's bc when i love something i criticize it the most#and he's got the potential#he just didnt get the time to cook in the oven#halsin 🤝 wyll#i didnt proofread it's 11:30pm im going to sleep
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did you think that was it? HA HA you dont even know me. when my brain has worms in it it writes like crazy
heres part 3 bc i have no self control. part 2 can be found here
once again content warnings for abuse being discussed, sexual assaulted mentioned, slavery, some transphobia, drugs mentioned. that will prob be for the whole concubine au even tho its mostly horny shenanigans of acting like they are concubine and master.
oh look we actually got to some smut this time
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In his old room, Nerevar waited impatiently, fingers drumming on the soft, plush bed.
It felt surreal to be back in his childhood bedroom. His actual childhood bedroom, as far as he was concerned. At his uncle’s old house in the spare, shitty room his mother and he slept in was never his. He never decorated it. Never liked being in it. It was just a place he laid his head when it was time to sleep. When the house was destroyed along with the rest of their town in a daedra attack, Nerevar didn’t even care.
This room though was his. Something to call his own. A gift. A refuge. A place he felt genuinely safe and comfortable. The old patchwork rugs and artwork may seem to clash or make little sense to anyone else, but they were things he chose and bought. Voryn encouraged him to make the space his own from a young age, and he did. In the corner hidden by his bed he and Voryn wrote their names in daedric script, and the incense of Azura clung to the sheets. While most of House Dagoth focused their worship on Mephala, Nerevar kept iconography of all the good daedra in his room. So many memories from his childhood and young adult life were woven into the room.
Yet the two years he was gone made it seem like a lifetime away. The old sheets, the scent of the bed, the old artwork, the incense for Mephala he could faintly smell down the hall… All of it seemed at once familiar and alien.
Two years with that bastard felt like decades or even centuries. Nerevar never ‘broke’ like Dres Anaryl wanted, but that didn’t mean he didn’t suffer. Pain became the norm. He never felt safe, not even when he laid his head down to sleep, because it was inevitable the bastard would come in and wake Nerevar up by having his way with him. No matter how much he planned, he always seemed just out of reach of actual freedom. He could have killed Anaryl and run off to Kogoruhn in disguise, but he didn’t want to put Voryn in danger. Not to mention, if he got caught after killing his old ‘master’ and escaping, that would mean even more torment, far more extreme than what he was already having a hard time coping with.
So he did what he could to survive. He turned to sweet talking and begging guards and a few lower nobles. Kissed up and flirted for alcohol, then skooma when it did a better job numbing him out from the pain. At least sex was survivable when he closed his eyes, blissed out from moon sugar in his veins, and imagined it was Voryn instead. At first he felt guilty imagining Voryn in such a situation, but soon lost that hesitancy when he needed it just to stay sane.
It was hard to believe it was over. Or at least, hopefully over. If they played their cards right, they could pull the wool over the other nobles’ eyes. But even though he knew he was safe within the stronghold, he couldn’t help but find himself jumpy and nervous. Being alone made him all the more anxious, something that was never the case before. Instead he took solace in Voryn coming to check up on him when he thought Nerevar was asleep, enjoying the sound of his breathing and how he shuffled around the room, stroking Nerevar’s hair. Even the healers fretting over him and casting healing spells or dressing his wounds was a relief as it reminded him he was in Kogoruhn, not lying in wait for Dres Anaryl to storm in and take him.
Nerevar didn’t know if his reactions were too extreme or not extreme enough. Was he supposed to not be bothered by it now that he was ‘saved’? Or was he supposed to be waking up screaming from night terrors crying like the vulnerable maidens who were raped in stories? Was he processing it fully, or trying to close his mind off from the trauma? Nerevar didn’t know. Maybe in several years time it would all come crashing down on him like a house with a shitty foundation. Or maybe it would gradually settle in, slow and steady, like waves worn down rocks into sand.
But Nerevar didn’t like dwelling on it too much. He wasn’t out of danger yet. They still had far more to worry about. How much time until the other nobles from House Dres showed up? Who of them would be coming? Most importantly, would Nerevar and Voryn be able to play their roles convincingly?
Honestly, he was most anxious about the last point. They both had memorized their cover story, but that was only part of the battle. The story was that Nerevar left Kogoruhn after a fight with Voryn’s brother and Voryn tried to force his affections on Nerevar. After which he kept hunting Nerevar down, determined to bring him back by force if necessary, acting as a kind and caring friend just concerned about Nerevar’s disappearance. Then, seeing him as a slave, couldn’t help but buy him for a large sum of money so he could have Nerevar all to himself with no hope of escape. It made logical sense--at least to any outsiders.
But that story only worked if they could act the part. Nerevar had to play a disobedient concubine being held by force by a former friend, and Voryn had to play a callous young lord whose love and desires had turned into something sinister and possessive. All the while, Nerevar was also doing a careful dance, trying hard not to let his actual feelings and desires slip up, though he was honestly hoping playing the part would remind him of his days in chains rather than the memories he had of admiring his closest friend with a fluttering heart.
Nerevar tried to shove those thoughts away. Even if Voryn found out Nerevar was genuinely attracted to him, he doubted Voryn would just throw him to the mercy of House Dres. At best it might make their acting slightly awkward, but nothing they couldn’t cover up. Mostly Nerevar just wanted those feelings hidden to preserve some modicum of dignity in the face of all the overwhelming humiliation he was subjected to.
The door opened, Nerevar finally freed of his hectic thoughts for a bit. Voryn came in, still looking over a report from the healers.
“Anything new?” Nerevar asked. Most of his injuries were healed by now, besides the long lasting effects like weight loss and some malnutrition. Those would need time to correct, after all. His slight skooma dependency they were managing with low doses of the slightly safer moon sugar and lots of restoration herbs, which helped with the shaking, migraines, and nausea.
“Most of it looks good.” Voryn remarked. “The addiction is being handled well. The chief healer Llevena said she had expected worse, but you’re at an even lower dose she anticipated you needing. Only issue really is sleep.” Nerevar winced slightly at that. “But she’s going to try some herbal teas or medication to help soothe you to sleep without that poison.”
“Well that’s good at least.” Nerevar never thought he would be the type to turn to skooma. But when everything hurt and being coherent was torture, the bliss skooma could bring was incomparable. At first, it just got the job done, but he found himself craving it more and more. It was the only thing that could make him feel good, even just somewhat. He felt warm and fuzzy and secure, his body tingly and laughter on his tongue like he was up late drunk and talking with Voryn. He felt serene and happy, things he was sorely missing in his life sober while enslaved. Now, even though he was safe, he still felt restless when he laid his head on the pillow.
“Only thing of concern is…” Voryn sighed. “The other things you were taking.” Nerevar raised an eyebrow, before Voryn continued. “The birth control.”
Ah. Right. Nerevar had gotten so used to it that he barely processed it. No matter what, he made sure to secure that at least. He would steal herbs or make very unfair deals with servants--whatever he could do. Dres Anaryl, sick fuck that he was, tried very hard to make Nerevar carry his child.
If Nerevar was pregnant, it would be harder for him to try to leave. Not to mention, Anaryl got a thrill from degrading Nerevar and reminding him despite all the flesh sculpting and magic, he could still get knocked up like a woman. Anaryl didn’t even want a child running around, he just wanted a pawn he could use against Nerevar. It would be harder to leave even after birth if he was afraid of leaving his own flesh and blood behind, after all.
Nerevar could handle the beatings, the rape, and the abuse. But he couldn’t handle that. He couldn’t handle his body being violated to that extent--forced to carry a child of the man he fucking hated, bringing a child into the world who shouldn’t have been born. Nerevar knew the pain of being an unwanted child people resented for even being born, and didn’t want to inflict that on some poor infant who never chose to be alive.
“It put a lot of stress on your organs.” Voryn explained. “Luckily nothing that will endanger you, but we’ll have to keep monitoring your health for a few years. The skooma was certainly not helping on that front.” Nerevar let him talk, not meeting his eyes, just letting the information sink in. “The most lasting issue is you may be infertile from overusing such a badly formulated potion.”
It was something Nerevar had expected. It wasn’t that Nerevar never wanted kids of his own--he did, in fact, but only on his terms where he could give his children the full attention and love they deserved--but it was a small price to pay. He’d rather lose the ability to have any altogether than bring a child into the world in such horrible circumstances.
But his reasoning didn’t stop numbness from settling in. He felt… Off kilter. Not real.
“Neht…” Voryn whispered, before setting the paper aside and gently cupping his cheeks. Wait, why were his cheeks wet? He wasn’t crying, was he? He blinked, as more droplets fell from his eyes and clung to his lashes. He didn’t feel like this was something worth crying over at the moment, so why was he?
Still, the firm embrace Voryn wrapped him in was more than welcomed, the numbness changing to a dull ache that was gently being soothed.
“It’s alright, there’s treatment for it.” Voryn assured him. “If you want to, I can have the healers work on reversing it.” Voryn continued to wipe the tears from his face with gentle, tender movements that made Nerevar’s heart soar and anxiety settle in his stomach. He felt unworthy of such a warm touch, but he wanted it more than anything. It felt like a balm on his aching heart.
“What about our act?” Nervar whispered. If they reversed it and Nerevar fell pregnant now that would only complicate things more. It might be better to just let him be unable to have kids of his own as the price of his freedom.
“We’ll use sigils and magic instead.” Magic and sigils were more time consuming giving you had to do so every time, not to mention required being trained in magic, but it would give his body a break. “Don’t worry about that, Neht. I’ll take care of it.”
Nerevar let himself sink into the embrace, breathing in the scent of Voryns’ robes. Here, being held by him, he felt safe and serene. Much more than even when he used skooma. He could give himself a quiet reprieve, at least for a few moments until his tears dried up.
Then, with a shaky sigh, he pulled himself away, looking back up at Voryn. “We still need to practice.”
“Are you sure?” Voryn looked anxious about the prospect, still no doubt worried about hurting Nerevar further. Nerevar couldn’t even blame him given he had just started crying for no gods damned reason it seemed, and he was not in any mood to start practicing the act, but he knew they might not have much time. It could be months until they traced Nerevar’s disappearance back to Voryn, but more than likely it would only take a few weeks. He could process his feelings once they were in the clear, rather than wallowing in his confusing mess of emotions and losing valuable time to prepare.
“We need to.” Nerevar stressed, before taking Voryn’s hand and giving a squeeze. “But like I said, safe words and boundaries, alright? We’ll take it slow, and I know you’ll stop if I ask you to.” Voryn nodded, but his eyes were uncertain.
“Of course I will.” Voryn replied. “Did you have any safe words in mind?”
Nerevar had given it considerable thought, mulling over the choice for some time. “Honestly? The best ones I could come up with are colors.” He explained. “Gives us some versatility to incorporate them in conversations during the act if we need to stop too.” He was trying to think ahead, after all. The last thing he needed was panicking in front of the nobles because Voryn wasn’t stopping, risking the whole plan collapsing. “Yellow for slow down or as a warning, red for a hard stop.” Nerevar explained. “Say, I am starting to dislike the way you’re talking in front of the nobles and I’m getting uncomfortable. I could say I really dislike the yellow robes you bought me… You get the picture.”
“It could work.” Voryn replied. “And anything off the table before we even start?”
“Don’t choke me.” Nerevar’s voice was harsh, if not slightly unsteady. He brought one hand up to his throat, gently rubbing it. “He would always choke me out whenever I really pissed him off, because he knew how scared I ended up getting…” He felt genuinely powerless then, as he felt the blood leave his head and his body going into survival mode. Pure panic always ran right through him like ice in his veins, before his consciousness began to slip. Those moments his brain was always afraid he was really going to die, suffocating to death as his lungs burned.
“I won’t.” Voryn reassured him. “How much touching is off limits there?” He asked, his voice soft and gentle. Fuck--he really seemed so sweet right now, much sweeter than Nerevar felt he needed to be, but it wasn’t unwelcomed.
“Just… Don’t apply pressure on my throat, I guess?” Nerevar tried to think it through. Tentatively, Voryn reached a hand up, stroking the side of his neck.
“This is alright?” Nerevar shuddered slightly. The gentle touch was different from how he was used to being touched. His neck was still very much sensitive, to the point he hated all the noises that a bastard could pull out of him just biting and sucking on it.
“Yeah…” Nerevar shakily replied. “Yeah, that’s fine…” His eyes fluttered shut as he tried to relax his body. It was certainly a lot easier to enjoy this with Voryn being the one to touch him.
“Anything else?” Voryn asked, his voice soft and low, soothing him further.
“... Be…” Nerevar took a deep breath. It would be embarrassing to say, but he knew it was important. “Be careful with penetration.”
“Should I avoid it?”
“I mean, if you want to…” Nerevar gasped softly as Voryn began stroking the shell of his ear, making it twitch slightly. “Just make sure I’m properly wet. Or better, use lube.” Nerevar hated how the guy seemed to delight in taking Nerevar dry, watching him bleed or be unable to even sit properly without pain.
“Of course.” Voryn whispered, “I’d never dream of hurting you like that.” Nerevar knew, but it felt important to say. He might not rush it during practice, but if they were acting and someone was listening in, he might be tempted to to get it over with.
“That’s… It for now.” Nerevar swallowed. “If anything else comes up, I’ll… Tell you.”
Voryn’s other hand came up to Nerevar’s face, cupping his cheek again. Only instead of wiping away tears, his thumb was playing with Nerevar’s lower lip, pressing on and thumbing the soft flesh. Combined with him still playing with his ear, Nerevar couldn’t help but let his mouth fall open in soft, breathy gasps.
“Good boy.:” Voryn praised, and Nerevar felt a jolt of pleasure run through him. Fuck--he really enjoyed the sound of that, his thoughts growing muddled.
Then, Voryn leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to Nerevar’s lips. It was tender, almost romantic if happening in other circumstances, like they were two lovers kissing for the first time. As much as Nerevar enjoyed the soft little kiss, he knew it didn’t suit the act at all.
“Rougher.” Nerevar corrected him, his voice soft and eyes still closed. “You need to kiss me rough and hard if you want them to believe it.”
Voryn tried again, still fairly tame at first, but quickly worked up to rough, possessive kisses. Never painful, unlike Anaryl. They were still plenty warm and enjoyable, as Voryn pressed more weight onto him, forcing him onto the bed. Voryn settled between his legs with almost practiced skill, forcing one of his legs up as their hips pressed together, earning a low groan from Nerevar.
Already this felt completely different from all the other times he was forced to do it. Maybe it was because it was Voryn, but every touch felt absolutely electric. Part of him felt like he was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, but every other part of him was all but screaming for more. To be reminded that being touched could feel good rather than bad. To be reminded how pleasure actually felt.
“Aren’t you supposed to be struggling?” Voryn asked low, his hot breath fanning over Nerevar’s mouth. Nerevar groaned softly, shifting his hips for a bit more stimulation. “Or do you want to just lay back and let me take care of it right now?”
“I want to… Get used to this kind of thing.” Nerevar whispered back, trying hard not to sound needy. “It’s--It’s really different than how he would touch me…” His voice trailed off as Voryn pressed a few soft kisses to his ear, before giving a gentle nibble. A long, breathy moan escaped his lips at that, his hips squirming more.
“Oh?” Voryn asked, low in his ear. “Do you enjoy being my concubine?” He was clearly trying to get the act right, figuring out how he wanted to play that role. But fuck, that was kind of arousing. “Don’t worry, if you behave I’ll treat you very well, Neht…” Another gasp escaped his lips, as his moved his hand to cover his mouth. Quickly, Voryn took his wrist, yanking his hand away firmly but careful not to injure him.
“Don’t you dare cover that pretty little mouth of yours.” Voryn’s voice came out as a low rumble, a warning. “I want to hear every little sound you make, is that clear?”
“Y-yes…” Nerevar moaned softly, enjoying the way Voryn ground his hips against Nerevar’s.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, s-sir…” Nerevar moaned sweetly. “Ah, would you prefer ‘my lord’...?” He asked softly.
“Sir will be fine.” Voryn answered, the corners of his lips tugging up. Voryn then sat up, the touching stopping. Nerevar whined loudly at the loss, before Voryn took him by the jaw firmly. “Hush--” It was sharp and harsh, just like Voryn had when scolding servants. Another jolt of pleasure shot down Nerevar’s spine. “Don’t act so needy.” Voryn then trailed his hand down and around him, giving a tug on Nerevar’s hair, before giving pause to see if Nerevar would stop him. Instead, all Nerevar could do was moan weekly, his leg twitching. His hair being pulled felt good, hence why the other bastard rarely did it. He could tell it had little effect on him, but in Voryn’s hands the action was so much more delightful. After seeing Nerevar had no intention to use their safe word, he continued. “Now, be a good boy and undress for me.”
Fuck, Nerevar couldn’t seem to get his clothes off fast enough. He started with his tunic, tugging it up and over his head, his breathing quick, before he quickly shimmied his hips out of his trousers after unlacing them. Down to just his undergarments, Voryn stopped him, putting one hand on Nerevar’s.
“Leave these on.” Voryn ordered. “I’ll take these off myself.” Gods, how wet was Nerevar already? It felt like he had gone years without sex. In truth, he might as well have been. It hardly felt good whatever that bastard was doing to him. He delighted in making it as painful as possible after all, unlike Voryn who was focused on making sure he also felt incredible the whole while.
One hand slid up his chest, as though taking in the sight of his body. Nerevar’s chest rose and fell quickly, his hips continuing to shift and squirm under Voryn’s.
“... I’ll need to replace these,” Voryn remarked, rubbing his thumb at Nerevar’s nipple. Nerevar gasped, before moaning loudly. He’d almost forgotten about the piercings. In the past year Anaryl had gotten bored of them, now that they had completely healed and no longer hurt to touch. Instead it left his nipples nice and sensitive, each little touch making Nerevar hiss and moan. “So cheap looking, not at all befitting of my concubine.” Voryn stressed, and Nerevar bit his lip, whining in desire. “Gold will suit my tastes far better…” Oh by the three, Nerevar was going to lose it listening to him talk like this all while teasingly playing with his chest. “A perfect little prize like you deserves only the finest gold and gems adorning your precious body…”
His act was good, that Nerevar couldn’t deny. It suited the ‘character’ they built well. To Anaryl, Nerevar was a conquest, a toy he wanted to play with until it broke. Here though, he was supposed to be the object of Voryn’s affections, the man he loved so much it turned into a dark obsession. But fuck, it felt so good to have Voryn acting like he was attractive. To be praised and treated like something precious, something Voryn had been eagerly awaiting getting his hands on…
“Your ears too,” His free hand now touched Nerevar’s ear, stroking along the jewelry. “Such cheap metal doesn’t deserve to grace your body…” He took those off, tossing them aside, before leaning close to one of his ears. “I’ll get you looking perfect. Ebony ear cuffs, gold stars, and plenty of precious rubies…” Nerevar could already picture it. “And then I’ll dress you in my colors, leaving not a single doubt of who you belong to.”
He could see it so clearly--he could see himself resting on a plush pile of pillows like he had so many times, instead wearing rich red and black rather than grey and white. All the while he’d be covered in precious gems and metals, luxurious gold and ebony, waiting eagerly for Voryn to touch and kiss him.
“Please…” Nerevar whimpered. “Fuck, please~”
“This is right where you belong, isn’t it?” Voryn whispered back. “Right under me, whimpering and begging for my touch…” Voryn’s hand trailed down to Nerevar’s crotch, stroking at his sex through the fabric.
“Yes~” Nerevar hissed, his hips squirming. “Gods, yes…” Voryn’s touch felt electric on him, especially as he rubbed back and forth across his clit until his leg was trembling. Incoherent moans spilled out Nerevar’s throat as he relished in the feeling of pleasure after so long without it.
“You’re being so good for me right now.” Voryn praised him, now slipping his underwear off. “Such a good boy…” The feeling of Voryn’s fingers right against him was even better, the sensation overriding everything else. “Look at this, even your cute little cock is nice and hard for me.” Nerevar’s hips bucked forward at that, moaning louder. He didn’t mind ‘feminine’ terms for his body unless someone said it in a degrading way, but he really enjoyed masculine terms sometimes. It seems Voryn remembered the offhanded comments or jokes Nerevar would make. “You love it, don’t you?” Voryn asked, his voice sultry and warm. “No one else knows you as well as I do, Neht. No one deserves you like I do…”
His fingers then trailed down, circling around his entrance. Nerevar could tell he was wet, absolutely soaked. Still, he took his time, gently easing a finger in and out, watching Nerevar moan and whine.
“You’re going to be all mine.” Voryn whispered, low and almost threatening. Nerevar groaned loudly, spreading his legs wider. “You’ll never leave my side again, do you understand me?”
“Yes sir…” Nerevar whined. “I-I understand~” Nerevar tried his best to get into the act too, but he couldn’t bother trying to act combative--not yet. He just wanted to enjoy it a little bit more. He knew next time he’d need to, but he just wanted to feel good from Voryn touching him and making him feel alive after so long. Was it a crime to want to enjoy himself?
Voryn undid his robes enough to free his cock, removing his fingers to press the head against him. Then, the act slipped, and Voryn looked him in the eyes earnestly.
“Do you need me to stop?” He asked, hushed. Nerevar could have cried out in frustration, but he knew Voryn was just asking out of concern.
“If you don’t get inside me,” Nerevar groaned, closing his eyes. “I think I might die…”
“Let’s take it nice and slow then…” Voryn whispered against his ear. “Let’s just get used to each other’s bodies…”
#nerevoryn#indoril nerevar#nerevar#voryn dagoth#morrowind#my writing#concubine au#how do other trans people refer to their genitals.#research is inconclusive
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Test Day
Full credit goes to @ubernesss
By Ubernesss
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As April, 21 years old at 4 1/2ft, D cup, long brown hair, blue eyes, and white skin, woke up next to her boyfriend, August, after a hard night of partying. They were both hungover from the previous night, with splitting headaches, no memory of the party itself, and neither of them were wearing any clothes. "What the hell happened last night?" April asked while sitting up in bed with one arm and holding her head in the other to ease the pain.
"You're asking me?" August replied, as he put his hands over his face in pain, "But what ever happened, it had to be pretty insane, we're both naked."
As April sat up right, she felt something wet around her pussy. Not knowing what it was, she took two of her fingers and dipped them in the liquid and then brought it up to her nose to smell. It only took one sniff to realize what had soaked her pussy, cum. To be sure, she held her fingers to August, now sitting up, and asked him to smell it, "What does this smell like to you?" she asked.
He took a whiff and said, "That's cum alright."
"Does that mean we fucked last night?" April asked.
August closed his eyes and leaned his head back trying to remember, "Uhhhh... Let's see, you and Kim came over to my house in Kim's car, and she said that since she doesn't drink she would be our designated driver and we could carpool with her to the party. Once we got to the party I remember having a few drinks, and then that's where it starts to go fuzzy for me."
As August strains to remember what happened last night, trying to ignore the pain from straining his brain too much, he manages to remember a few fuzzy memories, "So... then... I think I'm remembering a bit more from last night, and I think we did fuck, but it's very fuzzy and I'm not very sure. Try calling Kim and ask her, “I'm going to take a shower."
August turned to get off the bed, and as he slid his feet into his slippers he winced in disgust. He removed a slipper and said, "Well I just found out two things. First one being that there was guacamole at the party, and the second is that I now need new slippers."
As August hobbled off to the bathroom, trying not to drop any "guacamole" on the carpet, April picked up her phone and called Kim. After a few rings Kim picked up, "Hey there, I thought I would receive a call from you. How do you feel?"
"Awful. What happened last night?"
"Well to begin, you two got more hammered than a construction worker's toolbox at a M.C. Hammer performance."
"Thanks, but we found that out when we woke up. What I want to know is..." April stopped feeling a little embarrassed to ask.
"Yes...?" Kim led on, "Come on, we've been friends since kindergarten, you know you can ask me anything, so what is it?"
"I know I can ask you anything, and you can ask me anything, it's just that..." April said sheepishly, "I'm afraid and embarrassed about what you're going to say, that's all."
"Hey, I'm not going to force it out of you, but I'm just going to say that it would probably be better if you heard it from me first, than someone else" Kim said reassuring her.
"You're right." April agreed, "So did August and I have sex last night?"
"There we go!" Kim stammered, "After you both got hammered, you went up stairs and started to hammer each other, and with as much as you two were moving the bed, it sounded like you were using hammers!"
"Oh no!" April said in shock and disbelief.
"Wait! There's more!" Kim added.
"I don't want to hear it." April complained.
"Well you already opened the can of worms, and it's because of what happened next that you two owe me big time!" Kim said with a little anger in her voice.
"What?"
"Well, since you were making so much noise, they sent someone up to get you two to quiet down, and because I was the one who brought you to the party they made me do it!" Kim angrily said.
April agonizingly said, "I'm so sorry you had to deal with that."
Kim continued, "Well after a little while with no success, I just decided to pull the plug, and take you guys back to August's house. It was tough getting you both in my car, but with a little help from Jake and a plastic seat covering, I managed to get you both back to August's place."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Jake went with me to help me get you two into the house. Though on the way there my car looked like it had hydraulics, with how you two were going at it in the back seat. I guess there's a plus, because who needs hydraulics when you have a horny BFF and her boyfriend in your back seat, right?" Kim finished jokingly.
"Enough of the jokes, please."
"Ok, sorry. Do you know if he used protection?" Kim asked worriedly.
"I don't think he did, because when I woke up I had cum in my vagina."
"Have you been taking birth control then?"
"Nope! I'm sure I'll be fine though."
"Have you told August yet?"
"No, not yet. He's in the shower right now, I'll tell him when he gets out. So Jake helped you, you said. I know you've had the biggest crush on him for the longest time, did you talk to him? Was he single?" April said, trying to change the topic.
"Yeah I did! And yes he is!" Kim said excitedly, "He even said that he would come over to my place and help me clean the back of my car from the mess you two made!"
"Sorry, wait! I thought you used a plastic seat cover?" April questioned.
"I did, and it helped with most of the mess, but there's still the floor and roof to deal with."
"ROOF! Really? Wow, I guess we do owe you big time!" April said shockingly, "Though I think giving you an opportunity to hook up with Jake as payment enough though, right?"
"No it doesn't. You owe him as much as me, so it doesn't count!"
"Ok, ok, you got me there."
The two girls continued talking like that until August stepped out of the bathroom.
"Oh, August just got out of the shower. Talk to you later, bye." April said.
"Ok, be sure to tell him everything ok? See you at the college on Monday then, bye." Kim said as a beep signaled the end of the conversation.
"What?" August responded to hearing his name.
"Oh..." April staggered.
""Oh" what?" August asked.
"It's just that..." April said prolonging the truth.
""It's just that" what? Just say it." August said impatiently.
"Well I called Kim, and she said that we did fuck."
"So, what's the big deal?"
"It's just that I don't think you used protection, I haven't been taking birth control, and we owe Kim and Jake big time!" April said quickly.
"Wait, what was that!?" August questioned, not fully sure he heard what she said right.
"We owe Kim and Jake big time!" April said avoiding the topic.
"No, not that. The first two things you said." August pushed.
"I don't think you used protection and I haven't been taking my birth control." April said quickly.
"Are you on or had your period this month?" August asked looking for a possibility for it to not mean what he thinks it means.
August hunched over and April told him the answer he didn't want to hear, "No."
"So you think you might become pregnant then?" August asked in disbelief.
"I don't think I'm pregnant yet, because it only happened last night, but I do think I will become pregnant." April said.
"Ok. How about you go freshen up, while I think about this, ok?" August said worriedly, "And once you get out, hopefully I've thought of a few things to do."
"I'll do that then." April said.
As April took her shower and freshened up she, too, was thinking about what she was going to do, if was indeed pregnant. As she thought, she at least came to the conclusion that she wanted to have the baby, no matter what. So she finished her shower, wrapped a towel around herself, and walked out to talk with August.
"So?" she asked, wondering what August had thought up.
"Well..." August said seriously, "There's always the first option, since it's likely that you just got pregnant, and that's abortion."
"NO!" April quickly interrupted.
"What?" August asked.
"While I was in the shower I came to the conclusion that at least want to have the baby. So, no to abortion." April explained.
"Ok then, that's fine. If you want to have the baby, go ahead. Then there's two other options, you can raise the baby or give it up for adoption." August said shifting unsettlingly as he finished.
"I don't know what I want to do past have the baby. I could give the baby up for adoption or raise it myself. Though I don't know if I could raise a child by myself." April replied starting to tear up.
August then said, "If you want to raise the child, then you won't have to do it by yourself."
"What do you mean?" April asked as tears ran down her face.
"I mean, if you want to raise the child, then I'll do it with you!" August stated as he got up to comfort April.
"Really? You mean it?" April asked wanting reassurance.
"Yes, I do. You could have one, twins, or even triplets and I would still help, because I love you!" August said reassuringly.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you too!" April said as she hugged August harder than she has ever done before, filled with relief.
As they both calmed down from the roller coaster of emotions both of them just went though, April asked, "So now what?"
August replied, "Tomorrow, I'll go to the store and get you a pregnancy test, to make sure that you really are pregnant."
"Make sure you get multiple of them, like 4, to prevent a false positive." April added.
"Ok, I'll do that then. I'll be sure to go before the stores close, since most stores close early on Sunday. But as of right now, nursing this hangover." August said as he fell onto the bed.
"Thank you so much." April said as she fell onto the bed with him still in her arms, and kissing him before she fell asleep.
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The next day August went out and bought 4 pregnancy tests like he said he would. Much to April's demise, said that the test would only be accurate at least 3 days past her missed period. So she looked at August and said, "It's going to be about another two weeks or so, before we know if all this fuss is for not or is the real deal, since it's the start of a new month."
"Well, what do you think we should do in the meantime?" August asked.
April replied, "If we're going to raise a child, then I think it would be a good idea if we lived together. What do you think?"
"You're right. Do you want me to move in with you or do you want to move in with me?" asked August.
"I currently live in an apartment that I KNOW won't be able to hold 3 people. So since you're renting a house, I think it would be better if I moved in with you." said April.
"Ok, if you think it would be better if you moved in with me, I'll go with you to your apartment and help you pack." August said somewhat distractedly.
"Woh, not yet. We don't even know if I'm actually pregnant yet. So just wait for now, and once I know, you'll know. Ok?" April said.
"Sorry, this whole thing put me on a bit of an edge." August said, getting refocused.
"It's fine, I'll go home and get a few boxes out on standby, so if I am pregnant, I can start packing as soon as I find out. Besides, I need to go home and get ready for school tomorrow any way." April said.
With that April gathered her stuff, and went home to get ready for the school day tomorrow.
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The next day April woke up, did her morning bathroom duties, grabbed her back pack, got in her car, and drove to school. When she got to the college, she found a good parking spot, grabbed her back pack, and immediately headed out for her first class of the day. After class April went to the campus cafe and student lounge to join her friends. As she approached the spot in the lounge where her friends usually sit, April heard her name being called by a voice she recognized as Kim's voice, and a hand raised and waving to her only confirmed it to be Kim. April then grabbed a chair and sat next to Kim. "So do you know yet?" Kim asked indirectly.
"No, not yet. I have to wait until after I have a missed period to find out." April replied.
"So not for another 2 weeks or so?" responded Kim.
"Yep, looks like it." April said.
"Ok, but just remember that you can tell me anything, alright?" Kim said reassuringly.
"I know, thanks." April said before pausing, wanting to change the topic before someone overheard, "Where's Jake? I thought you two were dating now?"
Catching April's intent for the topic change, Kim said, "He's in class right now, but I don't know if you could call us dating, since we technically haven't had a date yet. I mean, we only hit it off on friday, so it's been only two days."
"You know what I mean!" April snapped.
"Yeah, yeah." Kim said passingly, "But my point still stands."
"Fine then! Do you have a date set up then?" April asked defeated.
Smirking having been victorious, Kim said, "Yes, we're going out on our first date Thursday, because neither of us have class on that day. I'm so excited!"
"I'm excited for you too!" April added.
"Oh, speaking of squeezes, where's yours?" Kim asked.
"Didn't I tell you? He transferred to a better college at the end of last year." April said.
"No you didn't, or I don't don't remember. Either way, ok, good for him." stammered Kim.
April and Kim talked for a while, until Julie and her boyfriend, June, showed up. The four of them then started playing king's corners until April looked at the clock. "Oops, I better get something to eat before my next class!" April said.
"Where are you going?" Julie asked.
"What do you mean "where am I going"? I'm going to the cafe. Where else?" stated April.
"Well since yea can drive, why don't yea head to another place to get some food?" Julie said.
"Well by the time I get to the other place, get my food, eat it, and get back it would be just about time for my next class. And I would prefer to stay here with my friends, than at a fast food place. Besides it saves money on gas, have you seen how high gas prices are recently?" April said.
"She does have a point there." June added, "Trust me Jul, since I drive you here, I know what she means about the gas prices."
"Ok, I guess I see what you mean. I was just curious, that's all." Julie agreed.
April went to the cafe, got some food, ate it, and then went to her second class of the day. Once her second class ended, she gathered her stuff into her backpack, and once she got out of the building her class was in she started running to her third and final class of the day, since it's on the other end of the campus from where her second class is and she only has 15 minutes to make it on time, not to mention it's a class that she need to get in order to get the degree she wants. While April's third class was rounding down for the day, the teacher, Mrs. Octo (short for Octavio), made an announcement, "Good news class! I found out when your final is going to be! It's going to be in about 9 months, it might seem like it's a ways away, but it's closer than you might think! So study hard, because since this is such an essential class to become... to become..." Mrs. Octo paused putting her arm around her mouth, "Ahh CHOO! Excuse me. Where was I? Oh, yeah! Since this class is so essential, that the test will count for half your grade! They also told me that the scheduling this year is tight, so you'll only get one chance to take the test. Meaning that if you fail or miss the test you will fail the class, and it would set you back a full year, so make sure you start studying now, and be sure to show up so your studying isn't wasted! Class dismissed."
As April was heading back to her car all she could think about was what her teacher said about the final in her last class, "It counts for half of my grade! That's insane! If I want to make it though, I better start studying like Mrs. Octo said! I also can't let anything stop me from being able to take the test either!"
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Two weeks later. Much to April's demise, her period seemed to be late. So she took the pregnancy tests August bought, and used them. April's fear only solidified when they all read positive, confirming that she was indeed pregnant. She then called August to tell him the news, "Hello, August. My period was late so I took the pregnancy tests."
"So what were the results?" August asked, knowing the answer in the back of his mind.
"All four were positive. I'm pregnant." April said softly.
"So should I start making room for you to move in with me then?" August asked with a sigh.
"Yeah, me and a baby. And I'll start packing, so I can move in with you." April said, trying to make light of a situation that was still heavy for both of them.
With that, April started packing to move in with August, while August was making room for both April and a new baby. They managed to get everything done for the move at a rather fast pace, and April was moved into August's house in a couple of months.
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Being to preoccupied with the moving and getting ready for a baby, it wasn't until April was about 20 weeks along, but looking like she was 30 weeks, with the baby looking like it's already on it's way out with how low she was carrying, a navel that had already popped out several weeks before, and a stomach that somehow didn't have any stretch marks, that she was able to get to a doctor to get a sonogram. So that Sunday, August took April to the doctor's office so she could get a sonogram and see how their baby is developing. So once they got to the hospital, they went inside, checked in, and took a seat in the waiting room. "I really hope the baby's doing ok, with as big as I've gotten." April said somewhat worried.
"I'm sure the baby's fine, you're just short so the baby looks bigger on you. But you might want to ask about how you're carrying so low." August added.
After giving August a dirty look for mentioning her height (or lack thereof), a nurse called April's name. So, with some help from August getting up, they followed the nurse into one of the rooms. After the nurse got done doing the basic check up routine, the doctor walked in. "Hello, I'm Dr. Octavio. I'll be your doctor today, nice to meet you." the doctor said as he walked in.
"Hi, nice to meet you too." August said shaking Dr. Octavio's hand.
Now shaking April's hand, April said, "Hello, nice to meet you too. I actually have a teacher named Mrs. Octavio, but everyone calls her Mrs. Octo, do you know her by chance?"
"Up at the local college?"
"Yep!"
"Yeah I know her. She's my wife in fact." stated the doctor.
"Ok, cool. But can you please not tell her that I had an appointment with you please? It's not you, it's just that I think it would be a little awkward is all." April said.
"I don't really see why it would be awkward, but if you don't want me to tell her, I give you my doctor's oath!" Dr. Octavio said putting his right hand over his heart and raising his left.
"Thank you." April said relieved.
"Don't mention it. So you're here to get a sonogram, is that right?" Dr. Octavio asked moving the appointment along.
"Yes."
"Alright then, I'm going to need you to lift up your shirt and come lay down over here." said Dr. Octavio patting a nearby bed.
"Alright, I think I can do that. It's easy for me to get off this, since all I have to do is just slide off." April said sliding herself off the check up chair she was sitting on.
As April got off Dr. Octavio noticed how low she was carrying. "Wow! You're really carrying low aren't you?" the doctor asked.
"Oh yeah! I wanted to know if that meant anything?" August chimed in.
"No, not much any way. All it means is that if you go into labor, you're going to give birth rather fast that's all." the doctor said, answering August's question.
By then April managed to waddle her way to the bed, lift up her shirt, exposing her rather round stomach, and get herself positioned on the bed. Dr. Octavio went over to April to first examine her stomach. "How far along are you?" he asked.
"I'm about 20 to 21 weeks just about." April responded.
"I'm not seeing any stretch marks, which is amazing! Most women would already have stretch marks by now or at least have a few starting to form, but having no stretch marks, though rare, is not impossible." explained the doctor.
"That's good to hear!" said August.
"Ok, so I'm going to a little gel on your stomach, so the sonogram can be taken, and it might fell a little cold at first." Dr. Octavio said as he pulled out a bottle of gel from a cabinet, and started to put a little bit on April's stomach.
"Oh! That does feel cold!" April said jumping a little as the gel was put on her stomach.
Dr. Octavio turned on a nearby machine, and grabbed a small device that was connected to it, then a moment later he put the device to April's stomach and started moving it around. Before long a picture appeared on the machine's monitor, "Let's see here." stated Dr. Octavio as he examined the picture on the screen.
"Well, there's definitely a baby in there!" the doctor said jokingly, "But now let's get a different angle."
Dr. Octavio moved the small device to the other side of April's stomach. "Oh! It looks like I have some good news for you two!" Dr. Octavio said.
"What?" April and August asked together.
"Well it looks like you're expecting twins! Congrats!" said Dr. Octavio congratulating them.
"Twins! We're having twins! August can you believe it!? Twins!" April said excitedly.
"Twins. Wow! I hardly believe it, but I do!" August said in shock.
Dr. Octavio then moved the small device under April's stomach. "oh, sorry. Looks like I was wrong." said the doctor looking somewhat surprised.
"What? Are we only having one?" April asked somewhat worried and relieved, as August grabbed her hand.
"No. You're having triplets!" Dr. Octavio said in complete amazement.
"Really!? Triplets?!" April said even more shocked than before.
"Triplets, oh man! Are you sure there isn't a fourth one in there?" August said almost speechless by the news.
"Let me check." Dr. Octavio said as he started moving the small device all around April's stomach, "No, it doesn't look like it's going to be quads, just the three. So triplets is my final answer! You are for sure having triplets!" he said confidently.
"So triplets it is. Wow! Just wow!" August said.
"So I'm carrying triplets!" April said looking down at her stomach excitedly, "August, I'm so happy, but I'm also a little scared. Do you think we'll be able to do it? Raise three kids?" April asked still very excited but with a little worry.
"Don't worry. I'm sure we'll be fine. Like I said, I'll help you raise them so we're in this together. To be honest I'm a little scared myself, but I know I got you by my side, so I know it's all going to be ok." August said comforting April.
So they finished up the appointment, and April and August headed home. On their way home August asked, "So are you going to take maternity leave from school?"
"As much as I should, I can't. Or I can't if I don't want to be set back a year." April replied.
"Well you could always do the year over. You know that right?" August argued.
"I know. It's just that I'm not sure if I would be able to do the year over once the babies are born." April argued back, "And if I'm able to complete the my classes this year it will open a lot of doors for me, that not only would bring in more income to raise them, but are much more flexible than anything I would be able to get if I were to miss out. So it's only beneficial that I finish my classes, and you're not going to convince me otherwise!" April said definitively.
"Ok, ok. I know there wouldn't be any point to argue about this with you any more, but I still don't like it." August said sternly.
April feeling a little bad about the argument said, "Ok. How about this, I'll take it easy until the babies are born, but I'll still go to school to finish up the year?"
"I still don't like it, but I guess it's a bit better. You're not going to drive yourself to school though! I'll hide your keys if I have to! I might have lost the war, but I swear that I'll win the battle!" August said valiantly.
"Ok, how about on Mondays and Fridays you'll drive me to school, and on Wednesday I'll take the bus to school since on those days you have to go to school early. How does that sound?, April asked.
"I suppose that'll work." August said, happy with the driving agreement.
Feeling like it was a decent compromise, April agreed. The next day April stepped out of the bathroom, after her morning shower, in nothing but a light pink pair of panties and matching bra. She went over to her closet and saw that she didn't have very many clothes left. "Looks like I'll need to do some laundry soon, I'm almost out of clothes." April said as she wondered what she was going to wear.
"Are you almost ready? It's about time to go!" August yelled from the living room.
Hearing that, April quickly picks out a peach colored dress that used to go to her knees. "This dress used to go to my knees, so it should be able to cover me pretty well." April said putting on the dress that now barely reaches her lower hip.
"Fuck! I've gotten too big! Oh well, I think it covers me well enough. I should be fine." April said choosing not to put on any pants, to speed up her morning routine.
April finished getting ready, August drove her to school, and she went to her first class of the day. Once her first class was dismissed, April managed to wiggle, scoot, and strong arm herself out of her desk, and she then bent down to pick up her back pack, with one hand holding her stomach and the other one on the desk for support. Once she got her back pack and stood back up, she could hear some of her other classmates whispering to each other behind her, so she looked back at them and they immediately got quiet and looked away. April didn't think anything of it, and went on her way to meet up with her friends. When April entered the student lounge she saw Kim sitting at a table next to Jake, so she waddled over and grabbed a seat. "Hello there!" April said to them.
"Heeey!" Kim said cheerfully.
"Hello. Oh! Here have my seat!" Jake said offering April his seat.
"No thank you. I would rather sit here, it's easier for me to sit here. But thanks anyway." April said taking a seat on the other side of Kim.
"Wow, it hasn't dawned on me until now as to how big you've gotten!" Kim said putting a hand on April's stomach.
"I know, I've gotten big haven't I? So much so that the babies have pushed out my belly button to make room." April replied poking her belly button, which was sticking out through her dress.
"Yeah, they have... wait! Babies, like in plural?!" Kim asked curiously.
"Yep! I'm carrying..." just then April felt one of her babies kick.
"Oof!" April said putting a hand on her stomach rubbing where the baby kicked.
"You ok?" asked Jake.
"I'm fine. One of the babies kicked that's all." April said as she continued to rub her stomach.
"Oh! Is the baby still kicking? I want to feel!" Kim said excitedly, putting a hand where April was rubbing hoping to feel a kick.
"A little. Can you feel it?" April said.
"Yeah I can! That's so cool!" Kim said ecstatically, "Oh yeah! Didn't you say you were carrying multiples or something?"
"That's right! August and I went to the doctor's yesterday, and he said that I was carrying triplets!" April said.
"Triplets! Really!?" Kim said in disbelief.
"Yeah, really! I have three little ones in here." April said putting her hands on the bottom of her stomach, showing how big she's gotten.
"You're really carrying low too." added Jake.
"Yeah. The doctor said that means that I will give birth faster when I enter labor." April responded, "Also why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
"My class was canceled today, that's why I'm here," said Jake.
"Oh, speaking of class, are you going to go on maternity leave?" Kim asked.
"Don't get me started on that subject. I've already gone over it with August, and no I'm not." April said slightly mad.
Sensing the anger, Kim didn't push the subject. "I think I'll get something to eat. Do you want anything April? My treat, since you are eating for four, and that way you won't have to get up." Kim said standing up.
"If you don't mind, please. I would appreciate it, thank you." April said.
"I don't mind. What do you want?" Kim asked.
"Get me two cheeseburgers with everything on it, except onions..." April continued.
"I can't stand onions." April and Kim said in unison.
"Hahaha. Sure that's fine." Kim said.
So Kim and Jake went to the campus cafe, and Kim got April two cheeseburgers with everything on them, except onions, because April can't stand onions. They then sat down, ate, and talked until April had to go to her next class. Jake helped April up, Kim handed her her bag, and waved goodbye as April waddled off to class. As she was going to her next class April noticed that the wind had picked up a bit, and that people passing her were looking away for some reason. April couldn't think about it too much, because she had to focus on keeping up her pace so she could get to class. After her second class was done, when she bent down to get her backpack, she heard people talking behind her again, but she couldn't think too much about it if she wanted to make it to her third class on time. Once April was outside the building she started running as best as she could, for someone pregnant with triplets could. The wind was still blowing, and April didn't notice, but as she was running to her next class the people she passed had an odd expression on their face. When April got to her third class she took her seat towards the back of the room, like she normally does. Once class was done, Mrs. Octo called April over.
"April, I don't know what about, but the dean wants to talk to you about something. I don't know what, but he asked me to send you his way after class, so he could talk to you." Mrs. Octo informed April.
"Ok, I'll do that then. I hope I'm not in trouble." April said somewhat worriedly.
So April went over to the dean's office and knocked on the door. "Hello! Come in." a voice said from behind the door.
April opened the door and cautiously said, "Hello. My name is April. You wanted to see me?"
"Oh, yes! April, come in! Please, have a seat." said a man sitting behind a desk, "My name is Kyle Smith. Nice to meet you." he said holding out his hand to shake.
Shaking the man's hand April said, "Nice to meet you too. Kim I ask what's this about?"
"Yeah, so I understand your condition..." Mr. Smith said looking at April's stomach, "And it's your choice to go on maternity leave, but I got numerous reports today that the shirt you're wearing might be a bit short."
"What do you mean exactly?" asked April.
"Well I mean that I got several reports that people could easily see your underwear while you did various activities without much effort." Mr. Smith stated.
Turning redder than a tomato, April embarrassingly said, "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't worry. You're fine right now. I'm just going to give you a warning this time, but if it happens again I will have to suspend you. Just make sure you wear pants from now on, ok?" said Mr. Smith.
"Ok, I will. Thank you." April said still very embarrassed.
The dean, Mr. Smith, then let April go. By this point August was already there, April got in his car, and he drove back home. On the way home August had noticed that April was rather red, and asked her if she was Ok. She then told him about what had happened, he chuckled a bit, and continued driving.
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April woke up, now at 40 weeks pregnant with triplets, a stomach that looks like the babies dropped weeks ago, a navel that looks like it was turned inside out to make room for the three babies, now an E cup, and miraculously no stretch marks, feeling a little pressure on her cervix and a slight tightness in her stomach. She rubbed her stomach a bit, and that seemed to make her feel a bit better. August wasn't there since it was a Wednesday, and he was already at school, so that meant that April would have to catch the bus. Once April was done with her shower, she went over to her drawers and pulled out a pair of pink and orange gym short shorts, and being as big as she is, it was a challenge for April to get them on. She leaned back on the bed to get them over her feet, then she stood up so she could pull them up higher on her legs, but to get them on properly April started to jump in order to get them on right, and just as she managed to get the shorts in the right place, her stomach tightened immensely and a pain shot through her body. "Ohhhh! Ow, ow, ow, ow!" April winced as she grabbed her stomach and sat back down on the bed.
After a few minutes of rocking on the bed and rubbing her stomach, the pain went away and her stomach loosened up a bit. "What was that? Was that a contraction?" April asked herself.
She then took a look at her phone and saw that it was the big test day. "If it was a contraction, it's going to have to wait, because it's finals day and I can't miss it. I'll have August drive me to the hospital after school to give birth, but until then, you guys are just going to have to wait." April said looking down and rubbing her stomach.
April then put on a blue dress, that just barely goes down to the bottom of her stomach with as big as she is, heads down to the bus stop, and gets on the bus. Luckily it's still early so there's plenty of room, so she grabs a seat, and the bus heads off. April hadn't noticed until now that the roads the bus takes aren't very smooth, because with every bump the bus has, the greater the pressure she feels in her cervix becomes and the tighter her stomach gets. So for the entire bus ride to school, April was rubbing her stomach trying to keep her three children calm, so she can last the day. When the bus arrived at the school, April went to her first class rubbing her stomach all the way there.
Luckily for April, only her third class is the only class she has that has a final. Though getting through her first class wasn't easy, she could barely pay attention to what the teacher was saying, because she was still dealing with the pressure and tightness caused by the bus ride. So she just sat in her seat, pretending to be paying attention without it being too obvious that she's feeling discomfort, and continued to rub her tightening stomach for the duration of the class. April was glad to hear that since it was the last day, they could leave class early. So April gathered her things, and as she stood up she felt an increase in pressure in her cervix. As to not let on that anything is wrong, April just grabbed her stomach with one hand, and let out a soft, "Oof."
When April got to the student lounge she didn't see Kim, and figured that she was still in class. So April took a seat where she usually does, took out a textbook and notes, and started studying the best she could, trying to ignore the pain she was feeling. It wasn't long until Kim showed up. "Hey there. You're still here? I thought you would have at least asked to take your final early." Kim said.
"Yeah I'm still here, and I wish I could have taken the final early, but the teacher said that time alterations can't be made for the final of that class." April said breathing as heavily as she was pregnant.
"You Ok?" Kim concernedly asked.
"I'm fine. The babies are just moving around a lot, that's all. Nothing to worry about." April said, trying to ignore the pressure and tightness again.
"If you say so. Here let me get you a burger, my treat. Then I'll leave you alone so you can study. Ok?" Kim said not completely convinced.
"Thank you." April said.
Kim went and got April a burger, the way she liked it, and then let her be to study. As April was eating the burger, it seemed to calm her children down a bit, or at least made it easier to ignore the pain. Though, it wasn't long after she had finished the burger that April felt her belly tighten harder and a sharper pain go through her body than what she felt that morning. "Oooooh!" April sighed out as she grabbed her stomach with both hands and leaned forward.
"Hey, are you ok?" Kim asked, seeing April hunch over.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just braxton hicks. Don't worry, it's not the real thing." April said, trying to shrug it off.
"Ok, I'll believe you, but just tell me if you need any help." said Kim knowing how stubborn April can be.
"Ok, I will." April said, panting heavily and leaning back.
As April was leaning back she was rubbing her stomach, and concentrating on making the contraction end. After a short time it does, so April tries to go back to studying, just to be interrupted again by another contraction. This one lasts a bit longer than the last one, and once it ends, April decides that it's going to be impossible to study any further and puts her stuff back into her backpack. After getting her stuff into her backpack, a third contraction hits April, she grabs her stomach and starts rocking back and forth while rubbing her belly to try and make the pain go away. After a while it does, and by this point it's time for April to get to her second class. When she stands up she feels the pressure in her cervix increase once again, and is starting to become very uncomfortable for her. "Oh boy!" April says to herself grabbing hold of her stomach.
As April waddles to her second class, every step she takes only increases the pressure she's feeling even more. By the time she gets to her class it feels like there's a wrecking ball sitting on her cervix. Much like her first class April couldn't concentrate on what the teacher was saying, she tried her best to act like she was paying attention, but it was much harder for her this time, because of the immense pressure she was feeling. So she just sat at her desk, and rubbed her stomach, which felt as hard a wrecking ball with as tight as it was, until class was done. Once the class was over, April got up out of her seat, and felt the pressure in her cervix become completely unbearable now. All April did was grab her stomach with one hand and let out a soft sigh of pain.
As she waddled out of the building, each step she took sent a shock wave of pain through her cervix and up her body. Once April got outside, she knew that she was going to have to run to her next class if she didn't want to be late, so April started running to her next class. As she ran, each step kept increasing the pressure April felt in her cervix to an excruciating amount, with each step testing the strength of her cervix to see if can hold her three children who were ready to come out. Until April was about half way to her next class when the pain got too much for her and she had to stop to catch her breath. After a few moments of trying to catch her breath, and calm down her babies, without much success. "Oh, oh, oh! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" April said grabbing her stomach with both hands and rubbing it as hard as she could, trying to relieve some of the pressure she was feeling as she bent over.
With the pain and pressure not going away, and strapped for time, April started running again, but didn't get very far when she heard a pop and felt a liquid running down her legs. "Oh Fuck!" April shouted, but there wasn't anyone around her at the time.
April wiped a bit of the liquid off of her leg, and examined it. "Oh shit! My water broke!" April said in shock.
April then got a glimpse of a nearby clock post, and realized that water, broken or not, she still needs to make it to her next class. So she starts running again, she managed to get to her last class on time, but she could feel that the first baby slid down her birth canal slightly from the running she did. Using her back pack to cover up her legs the best she could she went to her seat and sat down. Luckily for her that her seat is next to a wall so there was no one behind her who could see that her water had broken as she moved to her seat in the back of the classroom. Though maybe, not so luckily for her, the desks in her third class don't pull out, so she has to sit sideways in her seat. No sooner than April sat down, that the teacher started talking. "Ok class. For your final you're going to have 3 hours to complete it. There will be no talking once I pass out the first test, and all cell phones should be turned off. I'll even turn mine off, to prevent any unnecessary distractions. You should all have a pencil that you can use, as well as scratch paper and the necessary tools needed for the test. With that, let's begin." said Mrs. Octo.
As Mrs. Octo was passing out the tests, April felt another contraction, this one was stronger than any of the ones she had felt before, and could feel the first baby slide a little farther down her birth canal. April gritted her teeth and immediately grabbed her stomach and started rubbing it, the rubbing seemed to calm the baby down and slow its descent down her birth canal. April made a mental note of this, because she knew that since she was carrying so low that the baby didn't have to go far before it would be out of her birth canal. Once Mrs. Octo started going down the last row of desks, April stopped rubbing her belly, and acted like nothing was wrong, as not to arouse any concern. While Mrs. Octo was going down the column of desks, since April wasn't rubbing her stomach to calm the babies down, she could feel the first baby slide down her birth canal faster than she would have liked. When Mrs. Octo got to April to hand her the test, luckily April's belly was still very big so the teacher couldn't see her soaked pants. As soon as the teacher turned away April started rubbing her stomach again, but she could feel that the baby had already made it about two-thirds down her birth canal.
As April did her test, rubbing her belly, and pausing during a few bad contractions she could feel the baby slowly get lower and lower, until she felt the first baby's head was about to leave her vagina. When April felt the baby's head reach her vagina, she stopped rubbing her stomach, reached under her belly, and felt around her, still soaking, pants to see if she could feel the baby's head yet. "Shit! This isn't good! I still have an hour left on the clock and I'm almost done with the test. I can't give birth now! Not yet, anyway. I have to try and hurry up and finish." April thought to herself.
April picked up the pace to try and finish the rest of the test as fast as she could. About fifteen minutes pass, when April feels a rather strong contraction. "Oh no! Not now! Not now! The pressure is too much! I need to push, just a little!" April thinks to herself as she grits her teeth so no one hears her.
April pushes as much as she can, and feels the first baby's head start to come out a bit. She reaches down under her belly and feels a noticeable bulge in her pants, which she knows is the baby's head. "Oh fuck! The baby's starting to come out, but I'm not done with the test yet! I also need to figure out what to do about my pants! Shit!" April panicking thinks to herself.
She continues with her test, while fighting contractions and baby bulging in her pants. April manages to get to the last question, with twisty minutes left to go, when all of a sudden she feels another strong contraction hit her. "Oh no, not again! The pressure! So much pressure! I have to push again! I can't help it!" April thinks to herself, gritting her teeth and panting slightly.
April pushes again, and feels the baby's head start to crown. She reaches under her stomach again to feel the baby, and this time she feels that the bulge in her pants has gotten much larger now. "Shit! The first baby's head is almost all the way out, and it feels like it's going to rip my fucking pussy in half! Fuuuck, the pain! I only have one question to go though, and then I can turn it in and get help! I just need to answer this last question!" April thought to herself, knowing that she doesn't have much longer on the test.
April quickly answers the last question, with five minutes to spare, and is about to raise her hand to turn it in the test, when she feels another strong contraction overwhelm her. "No! Not another one! Oh shit! I need to push again!" April thinks to herself, gritting her teeth and panting heavily.
As April pushes she can feel her pants slowing the baby's progress out. "Shit! My pants are slowing down the baby's progress! The pressure's unbearable! It hurts! I need to push harder! OW ow ow ow! Fuuuck!" April thinks to herself. So as April pushes harder, she can feel the first baby's head completely leave her birth canal, which pulls her pants down slightly. She then reaches down to feel her pants, and feels that the bulge is very massive now.
"Ok class! Time's up! Time to turn in your test!" Mrs. Octo announces to the class.
As Mrs. Octo goes around the classroom gathering the remaining student's tests, April's contractions get worse. April grabs her stomach in pain. "Ohhhhh shit! The pain! It hurts so much! I just want to get these babies out! No ow ow ow ow!" April thinks to herself, moaning softly.
When Mrs. Octo came over to get April's test, she noticed that April was breathing heavily, a little pale, and holding her stomach. "Are you ok dear?" asked Mrs. Octo worriedly.
"Nooooooo! Owwwwwwww!" April responded, holding her stomach tightly.
"What's wrong?!" Mrs. Octo asked concernedly, not being able to see the bulge in April's pants due to her large stomach; before looking down at the floor and seeing that it was wet, "Did your water break?! Is that it?!"
"Noooooo, ow, ow! That already, ow, happened!" April said, "The babies, ow, ow, ow! The babies are, UUUUUHHHHHHH!"
April leaned back in her seat from all the pain, allowing the teacher to get a good look at April's bulging pants, "The, ow, babies are, uhhh, coming! The babies are coming! Ohhhh, ow ow ow! Fuuuuck!"
"Oh my!" Mrs. Octo said in shock.
After seeing what was happening some out of the students that were still there, some decided to get their stuff and get out, but then there were a few that chose to stay and help. Mrs. Octo lifted up April, and then commanded the students who stayed to quickly make some room on the floor. The students did as they were told, and Mrs. Octo gently laid April on the ground. She then removed April's pants and panties, revealing the first baby's head. "It looks like the baby's head is already out! That means the hard part is already over! I have got hold of the baby's head, so just push. Ok?" Mrs. Octo instructed April.
"Ok! Oooowwww!" April said as she started to push.
As April pushed she could feel the rest of the baby's body leave her birth canal. "The baby's out! The baby's out! I got the baby! I got the baby! It's a girl!" Mrs. Octo said ecstatically, "Now that that's done, can someone hand me my phone? I need to call my husband, he's a doctor, and he knows how to handle this sorta stuff."
"We're not done yet!" April said in pain, as another contraction hit her, and the second baby descended.
"What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Octo nervously.
"I'm having tri-UHHHH!" April started to say before being stopped by another contraction and the urge to push, "Triplets! I'm having triplets! OHHHH! Here comes the second one!"
"Three! Oh boy! Can someone hurry up with my phone?!, shouted Mrs. Octo.
"Here's your phone Mrs. Octo." said one of the students handing the teacher her phone.
"Thanks." said Mrs. Octo as she hit the power button on her phone, "Damn! I forgot it wasn't on!"
"OHHH! The second one's... almost... out! UHHH! I can... feel it! OW OW OW OW OW!" April shouted, panting to catch her breath.
With her attention now directed back at April Mrs. Octo started to assist her with the second baby, "Ok dear. Wait, you need to catch your breath. Just breathe with me." Mrs. Octo instructed, "In, out, in, out, in, out."
April did as she was told and breathed in time with Mrs. Octo.
"Very good! Keep it up." instructed Mrs. Octo, now trying to refocus on what to do, "Does anyone have their phone on? Please tell me ONE of you disobeyed my instructions!"
To the teacher's demise, all of the students that were still there had followed her instructions. "Then is my phone on yet?" Mrs. Octo asked as she refocused on April.
"Ok, do you think you can push or do you need to rest for a bit longer?" Mrs. Octo asked April.
"I think I need- OHHHH! Rest!" April said as she clenched her stomach in pain.
"All right, then just continue breathing like I told you to." Mrs. Octo instructed April.
"Mrs. Octo, your phone is on." a student said handing the teacher her phone again.
"Oh thank you!" Mrs. Octo said relieved that her phone is finally on.
Mrs. Octo then quickly went to her contacts and dialed her husband, "Please pick up. Please pick up." she said as the phone rang.
"Hello? Honey, what's up?, asked Dr. Octavio over the phone, curious as to why his wife was calling at a weird time.
"Hello. Sweetie I need you to come over to the school. One of my students went into labor." Mrs. Octo said hurriedly.
"What!? Really?!" said Dr. Octavio disbelievingly.
"OHHHH! The pressure! UHHHH! I feel that I -UHHHH- need to push now!, April said holding her stomach and arching her back. Feeling a tremendous pressure on her cervix.
"Uh oh! Sorry, but I need to go! Just get here please! FAST!" Mrs. Octo said hanging up the phone, "Ok, if you feel the need to push, then push. Ok?" she said now instructing April.
"Ok. UHHHH!" April said as she began to push.
As April pushed, she could feel the second baby's head start to leave her birth canal, and spread apart her pussy to make room. As April continued to push, the baby spread her pussy apart even more, sending a wave of pain through April's body. "OOOOWWWW, OW OW OW! It hurts to much! I can't do it!" April screamed.
"Ok, then continue breathing. You'll be fine dear." Mrs. Octo said trying to comfort April.
Just then Kim and August came through the door. "April!" they both shouted as they came through.
"August. Kim. UUHHH! What are you, UGH, doing here!" April asked in pain and breathing heavily.
"Well I heard that a pregnant student went into labor, and I knew it had to be you. On my way here I saw August pulling in, and I told him what I heard, and joined me on my way here." explained Kim.
"Don't worry April, I'm here!" August said as he rushed over to April's side, grabbing her hand.
"Me too." added Kim, as she sat behind April so April could prop her head up on her lap.
"Thank you- UUUUGGGHHHH!" April said as she was cut off by a strong contraction, "I need, OHHH, to push, OW, again!
"If you need to push, then push dear." said Mrs. Octo.
"Don't worry, we're here for you." reassured August.
As the pressure on her cervix grew, April started to push again. As the baby's head started to go through her birth canal, it sent waves of pain through April's body. "OOOOWWWWW! IT HURTS SO MUCH! GET IT OUT!" April screamed as the baby started to crown.
"The baby's starting to crown! You're doing great dear! Keep it up!" Mrs. Octo said, trying to cheer April on.
"It's ok, I'm here for you, and so is Kim!" August said trying to support April.
April continued to push through the pain. As she did, she could feel the second baby's head crowning. When the baby's head was fully crowned, the pain April felt was excruciating, but she had to stop because she was out of breath. "It hurts so fucking, OOOWWW OW OW, much! I need to rest, OOOHHH, a bit!" April screamed.
"The baby's crowning! You're doing great!" Mrs. Octo informed April.
"Breath April, breath." August said trying to help April.
"I can't! OOOWWWW! FUCK! It hurts too much!" screamed April.
"Here, do it with me." Kim said helping April, "In, out, in, out."
"Yes, breathe with her April." instructed Mrs. Octo.
After resting a bit, with help from Kim, August, and Mrs. Octo April felt another strong contraction come over her and she felt the urge to push again. "UUUUUUGGGGHHHH! I need, UUUHHH, to push!" April moaned.
As April pushed she could feel the second baby's head leave her birth canal. "It's head is out! The second baby's head is out!" screamed Mrs. Octo.
Just then Dr. Octavio entered the room. "Hello. I'm here to help!" he said as he entered the room holding a rather large medical bag.
"Oh, honey I'm glad you're here. This is..." Mrs. Octo started to say.
"April. I know. We've met before. Now if you excuse me sweetie, I need to be where you are, so if you could please move." said Dr. Octavio as his wife moved and he sat down with his medical bag next to him.
Dr. Octavio then reached into his bag, pulled out a pair of medical gloves, and quickly put them on. "Ok, it looks like the first baby has been born, and the second baby's head is already out," said Dr. Octavio making a quick assessment.
"You don't have much to go until the second baby's out. Do you think you can push?" asked the doctor.
"I can, HHUUNNNGGGHHH, try." April moaned.
"Ok. I have the baby's head, push!" instructed Dr. Octavio.
As April pushed she could feel the second baby's body leave her birth canal, and the pain momentarily leave as her pussy was not being stretched drastically at the moment.
"The second baby's out! Congratulations, it's a boy!" Dr. Octavio said cheerfully.
Dr. Octavio then grabbed a pair of scissors from an outside pocket on his bag, and cut the umbilical cords of the first and second baby. "Ok, rest for a bit, while the third baby descends." the doctor instructed April.
April obeyed, and started breathing, with some help from August and Kim. While Dr. Octavio explained some things to his wife. It wasn't long until April felt the last baby ready itself to come out, signaled by a strong contraction and the urge to push. "HHHUUHHGGGHH! The pressure! There's too much pressure! UUUHHH! I need to push!" April huffed.
"Ok! I'm ready when you are!" said Dr. Octavio.
As April pushed she could feel the third baby's head starting to push open her pussy as it slide down her birth canal. "UUUGGGGHHHH!" April screamed as she pushed.
"You're doing good, keep it up! I can see the top of the baby's head!" said Dr. Octavio.
April stopped, so she could catch her breath so she could get the third baby out as fast as possible. "If you need to rest, do so. The last baby is going to be the toughest, because it also has to get past the two other umbilical cords." Dr. Octavio informed.
April didn't like the sound of that. But she knew that she was going to have to do it, because she could feel the pressure in her cervix growing as another contraction hit her forcing her to start pushing again. "OOOOOWWWWW!" April yelled as she began to push.
As she pushed she could feel the third baby's head starting to leave her birth canal spreading her pussy open once again. Before she stopped, because it felt like there was something stopping the baby's head. "OOOOOOWWWWW! The baby won't fit! HHUUUNNNGGGHHH! It hurts so much!" April screamed.
"You're doing great! The baby's made progress, but you're going to have to push really hard now, because you're going to have to push the baby past the other umbilical cords." said Dr. Octavio, "Rest for a bit. You'll need your energy."
April rested knowing that she was going to have to push the last baby past two umbilical cords as well as the lips of her pussy. While she was resting contractions kept hitting her, and she could feel pressure in her cervix building. Finally the pressure building was to much for her to bear, and she started to push. "HHHUUUUNNNGGGHHH! Pressure! I need, UUUUHHHH, OOOOOWWWWW, to push!" April screamed.
As she pushed, she couldn't feel the baby move, so she started to push harder. When she did, she felt the baby move down, and its head start to leave her birth canal. "The baby's head is coming out! Keep it up April!" instructed Dr. Octavio.
April had to pause for a moment to catch her breath before she started pushing again, because her pussy was stretched farther than it had been for the first two children, and the pain and pressure was overwhelming. Before to long the baby started crowning, and the pain reached a new level. "HHHHUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW! IT HURTS! GET IT OUT OF ME NOW!" April screamed as she was overwhelmed with pain.
"I'm here April! You can do it, you're almost there!" August said reassuring April.
After resting for a moment, trying her best to concentrate and ignore the pain, April started pushing again. This time she could feel the third baby's head completely leave her birth canal. "The head's out! You can rest for a bit, if you need to now. When you're ready, I'll help get the body out, but the hardest part is over. So you can rest now." Dr. Octavio informed April.
April rested a bit, before making the final push. As she pushed she could feel the last baby leave her birth canal, while Dr. Octavio moved the two umbilical cords around so the baby's body could leave her canal easier. "There, that should be the last baby, and it's a girl! You have another girl! Two girls and a boy! Congratulations to the both of you!" Dr. Octavio said as he cut the umbilical cord of the last baby.
"You did it April! You brought three new lives into the world! You did it!" August cheerfully said to April.
"We did it." April said out of breath and very tired from just giving birth, "Thank you, everyone. You were all a great help."
Not long after that paramedics arrive, and take August, April, and the three newborn babies to the hospital. All three babies were healthy and strong, and besides being very tired from giving birth to triplets, April was also healthy and ok. August suffered a broken hand, from April squeezing so hard, but swears that he didn't feel anything during the birth (probably due to adrenaline). Since it was a triplet birth, the hospital had them stay for a few days, but they were all soon allowed to go home; April, August, and their three newborn triplets.
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doing a merripen run in bg3 so some notes on that. not spoiler-free!!
technically i started a run and lost it to patch/mod fuckery so i had to start over but i'm not too mad about that. i used a masc body and voice for him in the first run before realizing i don't have to do that just because he's a man. body 1 and one of the fem voices fit him better. he doesn't have to look or sound any particular way to unequivocally be a man. this is so freeing and when i remade him i was like YES this is IT that's MY BOY!! and ty larian for just letting me select his gender separately from these factors, unlike some games [makes direct eye contact with cp77]
went with great old one for his pact bc fathomless isn't an option. there's one on nexus but from what i can tell it doesn't utilize any dialogue tags, so great old one is good enough. they've both got tentacles it's fine
i'm gonna do something fun with this, which is decide when beul would be likely to try to take over and then use their lvl 10 character sheets to do a wisdom contest to see who wins. if beul wins, i'm playing it either until it would decide to pull back or at the start of the next long rest. this could have... consequences, considering beul is deeply homicidal. it's most likely to take over if it feels like the body is in danger and merri isn't handling the situation to its satisfaction, or if there’s an opportunity to gain power, or if there's an irresistible opportunity to kill people that merri isn't acting on. also if there's water nearby that it wants to jump into. the two can negotiate sometimes so it won't be EVERY time, but the two also don't get along great and beul can be spiteful. so we'll see how it goes.
merri really won't care about the tiefling/druid situation, like he gets feeling anxious about outsiders considering his upbringing but he also thinks the druids are being dicks. but it's also so not his problem. please just tell me where your healer is my brain is getting so crowded. since he's there he'll relay some info back and forth but he's not interested until zevlor implies someone should get rid of kagha. merri like well hang on now, THIS i can help with, if you can pay. i just have to figure out if merri would do his research first to minimize damage or if he's gonna just go after her immediately. might uh. might wait to level up some first if i'm turning the whole grove against me. because merri was not trained to minimize damage.
during the first run i was really not expecting him to go for laezel, but it turns out he really likes how direct and intense she is! when you agree to hook up she says something like 'i will come to your tent tonight and take you' and merri was just like
during her sex scene she also directs you and if you follow you're referred to as a lapdog and, yeah. yeah. merri's into being bossed around apparently.
i made a joke later on about him worrying about taking credit for something laezel did and wondering if she'd beat him up over it, but also is that actually a deterrent for him
i don't know if he'll do the full romance but we'll see
he does let astarion bite him though he makes him stop quick, and there's a war in his head because beul HATES this while merri is just yelling WE NEED HIM WE NEED HIM THERE'S A WORM IN MY BRAIN WE NEED OUR ALLIES DO NOT STAKE OUR ALLY!!!
merri is interested in power but not as much as beul. for instance, he would be on the fence about letting the hag take mayrina but beul might try to shove forward and agree to the deal. merri has NO interest in becoming the absolute but beul is super down for it. stuff like that. it'll be fun to see who wins out.
i just want wyll and merri to have warlock chats. oh your patron fucking sucks and took advantage of you in a dire situation? bro same. like the magic's great, but oof! the cost!
that's all i got for now except for this: a boy
tattoos are the closest i'm getting lmao. he should be bluer tbh i'll tweak that
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Chapter two!!!
a/n: Sorry it took a while, I got stuck a lot haha. Hope you guys like it, and don’t forget to leave feedback of you’d like! Love you!
You woke up slowly, groggy from sleep. You blinked and looked around, slowly remembering where you were and what had happened the night before. The concert, then the bar. You and Stacy… met someone? Yeah, two someones, and you went home with them.
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Ugh. Drunk you had struck again. You would normally never just go home with a complete stranger, tipsy or not. But the combined euphoria from the concert and the alcohol must have overpowered your good sense. It did feel good to be wanted like that, though. It certainly hadn’t been bad sex. You grinned and felt the guy from last night, Chase, you remembered, sigh into your hair and shift his arm further around your waist. You chuckled at this and began carefully extracting yourself from his grip, careful not to wake him.
Your efforts were in vain, however, and you felt him pull you closer with a mumbled “good morning”
Time to put your (minimal) acting skills to work. “I need to get up.” you ‘pouted’.
“No, baby, you don’t have to, you can stay as long as you like.” he mumbled, kissing your neck.
“I do, though, I need to get Stacy home.” you chose to ignore the pet name.
“She’s fine, baby, she’s with Bret.” Chase insisted, still kissing your neck.
“No, we have stuff to do today, I have meetings for work.” you lied.
Chase finally just groaned and rolled over, allowing you to pull yourself out of the bed. You pulled on your clothes and went to find Stacy.
You crept from room to room, not wanting to disturb Chase and have to worm your way out again. You found Stacy curled up in what was presumably Bret’s bed, though the man in question was nowhere to be seen. “Stace, get up.” You said, unceremoniously whacking her with a pillow to wake her up.
“Uuuuggggghhhhhh” good, that means she’s awake.
You grabbed her arm and started dragging her out from underneath the covers. Half-asleep, Stacy pulled on the clothes you threw at her while you called an uber to take the two of you home.
“Stacy, you don’t want to break out just because you were too lazy to take off your makeup, do you?” you asked as you walked in the door to your shared apartment, fully aware of the panic this would induce.
“Shit! Do you think it’s too late to save my skin? You get in here too, I will not let my best friend suffer a skin-neglect crisis!”
Stacy was a skin-care nut if you’d ever seen one. She had countless face masks, scrubs, lotions, body butters, and a seemingly infinite supply of other skin-care products you didn’t even know the names or uses of. “With the alcohol and concert makeup, we’re gonna need a full, oil and water, dirt removing cleanse!” Stacy declared, digging through her bins to find the perfect products.
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The two of you lay on the couch, hair and face masks ‘drawing out all impurities’ as Stacy had put it. You had taken it upon yourself to handle the hangover recovery side of things, popping an advil and chugging cup after cup of water, forcing Stacy to do the same. Speaking if Stacy, she was happily on her phone, probably watching skin-care tutorials, not that she needed it.
Your mind began to wander, your thoughts being drawn to your case and what you had said about it the previous night. What had made you say Harry Styles? Probably the fact that you had been coming down from a concert high from his concert, but something about the offhand remark didn’t sit right with you. You tried to shake the feeling, but it just wouldn’t quit. You remembered a brain exercise they had you do in the academy where you would try to connect the least likely suspect to get your thought process in gear and decided to go for it.
So, if Harry Styles were the killer…. The victims could be fans, that would explain the locations being clustered in cities but ultimately scattered across the country. Motive could be him wanting to find his soulmate, lots if people want to find theirs. Method variety would be him not wanting to be caught. Ugh. This was getting you nowhere. Harry Styles killing people? Ha! Just the thought of it was laughable. The exercise didn’t even help, you were just as stuck as you had been before. “Time’s up! Clean up time!” Stacy exclaimed, jerking you out if your little bubble of thought.
You peeled off the face mask and hopped in the shower to get the hair mask off and relax. The hot water ran down your body, soothing tense muscles and rinsing away the soap and any remaining dirt from the night before. You got out of the shower and wrapped your hair and body in your favorite big, fluffy towels, and made you way to your bedroom. Before you had a chance to pit on you gray cotton shorts and cami, Stacy busted into the room, squealing.
“Stacy, what the hell?!?” you said, glaring and trying to cover yourself.
“y/n, you won’t believe it!!!” Stacy screamed, completely ignoring your nakedness.
“What do you want Stace?” you asked, knowing it was probably a new skin-care product being released or something.
“I won! I can’t believe it! y/n, we’re going to meet Harry Styles! I won the weekend meet & greet!”
end if chapter two
a/n: I know this chapter wasn’t very exciting, but it had to happen for the plot to move along, hope you liked it!
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dynasties & dystopias || silco x gn!reader || pt. 3
Underground utopia, dynasties and dystopias
Fear is never an option, so dying's not a real phobia
Synopsis: You are stunning, the most sought after escort in all of Zaun. When you stumble into Silco's inner circle, you barely expect to survive, much less be stuck in a sexual stalemate with the kingpin of the Lanes.
Masterlist
Trigger Warning: none for this chapter
"Leave us."
Soon after Silco's announcement, the meeting had adjourned after going over figures for each business, and the upcoming shipment out of Piltover. After Jinx's previous mishap, she was currently "banned from topside." You didn't think that would stop her, but who were you to judge Silco's parenting? It's not like you had seen your own parents in over a decade. Besides, you had more pressing issues at hand - like how to murder the man on the other side of the desk.
"I think that you left some information out of our original terms, Silco."
He let out a low chuckle. "Ridiculous. Did you think I took you in out of the goodness of my heart?"
Silco sat in his chair and lit a cigar, puffing on it slowly. "You won't actually have to run any of the businesses, I just needed-"
You marched up to him and, in a moment of bravery or sheer stupidity, grabbed the cigar out of his hand.
"No, I will actually have to step in. Do you know why, Silco? What you've done to me? Now I've not only got a target on my back because people think I'm from top side, but because I am on your petty little council and I'm engaged to you."
Silco tried to speak, but you cornered him in the chair. "You know just as well as I do that you have just burned my reputation to the ground, and I will never work in Zaun again unless it's for you. No one else will touch me, unless it's to get at you, and that rules out my entire clientele besides an arrogant, handsy, jealous little worm. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
You hoped he would incinerate by the power of your stare alone. The man was still in shock, and you momentarily questioned your resolve. No one talked back to him and lived to tell the tale, aside from his daughter. His blue eye hardened again, the black one as empty as ever.
"What is it about your other work that you will miss so much, exactly? You have more than enough time to yourself, far better accommodation and pay. I have done you a favor."
"A favor?" You puffed on his cigar. You didn't like them, but you could tell it irritated him. "Hah. A favor, drag my reputation through the mud. For all I know you're about to use the city's sex trade to traffick kids. No one else puts it below you, you fucking prick."
Silco moved in a flash you thought him incapable of, and slammed you into the wall, a hand around your throat. You just smiled - weakness spotted.
"If you wanted more, you only had to ask, sir. After all, we are betrothed!"
He sneered at your words, leaning closer and increasing the pressure on your throat. You must've gone mad from your life's plan going up in flames around you, that was the only explanation your logical brain could provide. You laughed in his face, your body shaking against his hand with the movement. His eye was angry, confused, calculating, and for the first time, you saw lust underneath it.
He may think he knew all of your weaknesses, but he underestimated your greatest strength, the only one that mattered in your industry.
Soon, you would be able to read him like a book.
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Everything in Noxus was tinged red.
Your humble home was in flames, your parents long since gone to war for the Queen, leaving you behind.
You weren't even sure who was burning your house down, this time. Was it Demacians? Did Piltover get a taste for war? Strays who wanted to bring their bloodlust to the city known for it?
You couldn't stomach it anymore. You had to get out.
You tried to make your way to the docks, but you felt something pulling you down. Hands made of blood sprung from the ground, and as you tried to run faster, they pulled harder, harder, harder, until you were dragged from the land and pulled down into the river.
You tried to scream, but the water that filled your mouth tasted coppery. Your whole world was bathed in blood.
But then again, that's how your parents raised you to live.
You jerked awake, looking around your bedroom to ground yourself. You were in your private quarters, above The Last Drop. Still in the Lanes, where you ran to escape Noxus, to escape war, your parents, the bloodshed, the everything.
You had tried so hard to bury yourself in your work, learning the people around you, never letting them get close. You had done well, moving on from Piltover when the Noxian counselor started sniffing around too close. You had done everything you were supposed to, even losing your passions of painting, of inventing, of magic, and now a man had outmaneuvered you. In the age of magic being harnessed by science, of the orb that you saw him send Jinx off with, you were already in enough danger if anyone found out there was magic in your blood. Much less if they knew anything more about your backstory.
Your sea of praise and worship was drying up, and he had made you reliant on him during a time that it was almost impossible to run due to the Zaun/Piltover tensions. If you weren't still so angry, you'd be impressed.
Two loud knocks shook your entire apartment.
"Boss wants you."
"Thank you, Sevika. I'll be right there."
You took your time getting ready for the day. You had played the role of the demure escort for long enough, and instead of Silco believing it was a role you played, he had taken you as naive, stupid, and easily manipulated.
That stops today.
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"I need a list of every known brothel and club in the Lanes, and a bodyguard with me to meet with the heads of the establishments."
"I didn't -"
"You will give me expendable income or protections to bribe them to heel. Fear doesn't work for sex workers, we live in a constant state of it. If you want loyalty, you buy it."
"Now wait a-"
"I'm willing to take a temporary cut to my payments, in order to supplement the money being given to establish me the baron of the sex trade. After, we will renegotiate terms, depending on the situation."
Silco was seething in his chair, which was oddly attractive. You loved seeing him angry, you wanted to see how far you could push before he was trying to kill you again.
That line of thought should probably concern you more than it did.
"Do we have a deal, sir?" You bat your eyelashes at him, as you held your hand out over the desk. Silco's glare deepened, but he took your hand and forcefully pulled you to stand over the desk.
"Just because I gave you the title, doesn't mean I can't take it away."
"Then you shouldn't have announced it in front of my greatest admirer. He'll be checking to see that you were telling the truth, we have to put on a better show now."
With the mention of Finn he released your hand and leaned back into his chair, calculating.
"Why are you so willing to help now?"
Your eyes twinkled. He was treating you as a person now, no longer an instructable subordinate.
"I don't like you. I don't like your operations. But you announced me as your fiance, and gave me a position that didn't exist before. I'm not stupid."
"What do you know about Finn?"
You rolled your eyes. "What do you know of my interactions with Finn?"
He shrugged. "He's a regular of yours, you may have information on his whereabouts. Jinx said she overheard him talking about you."
"So that meeting wasn't by chance?"
"It was, but it certainly sped up the process."
You paused. "Finn was… possessive. More so than someone should be over a working escort. He wanted me to leave the life to be with him, but gave me no guarantees that I would be taken care of."
"Has he mentioned me at all?"
"I doubt he was thinking of you while getting his dick sucked, sir."
Silco's blue eye widened at the crass language before returning to his normal, detached expression, a slight smile pulling at his lips.
"It seems that I was right in making you my fiance."
"Why did you do that? It would've been enough for him to see me with you."
"It is none of your concern."
Your anger flared up again. Just when you thought you were getting somewhere, he clammed up again. There was a book laying to your right, and you threw it at him. He barely flinched as he walked around his desk, resting his hands on your chair as he bent over you.
"It became my concern when you dragged me into it, sir."
"You are to sit on our unofficial council. You are to back what I say, and argue my case where you see fit. You are good enough at reading situations to understand when that is needed. You would never be promoted so quickly if you were still just an escort."
So it was exactly what you thought was happening. "Their respect was slipping, and you needed a status symbol as backup."
He narrowed his eye, but you stared right back. The tension in the air was palpable, and you wondered if he saw out of his right eye. By all accounts, the scarring should have made him completely unattractive. For some reason, it didn't.
Silco stood, fixing his tie. "I trust that I can now expect you to know how to dress and act in meetings. With your promotion, you are no longer expected to be at all of them."
You nodded, also standing.
"Have a good day, sir."
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Red Rope and a Whiny Puppy
Y'all, I literally have not been able to stop thinking about Fred with a breeding kink since Levitating anon brought it up. So, here's this little blurb just to get rid of my brain worms. Hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Requested: No, but semi based on an ask from Levi
Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, bondage, dirty talk, slight hair pulling, hint of dom!fred but mostly sub!fred, dom!reader,
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Red rope had been a good choice. It stood out beautifully against Fred's flushed skin, wrapping him up like a little present just for you. Your pretty little Gryffindor gift. A savage smile cut across your lips as you watched him pull at his bindings with a desperate whine. It would have been rude to tease him any longer. You had to remember that, while he was all wrapped up, this was his present.
"What's the matter, puppy? I've barely touched you, and you already look like you're about to lose it," you said, running a single finger up the underside of his weeping cock. A choked sound erupted from him at the gentle contact.
"Please," he whined.
"Are you thinking about filling me up? Pumping me so full of your cum that it's a guarantee I'll be pregnant by the end of the night. Is that what you want?" you asked. Ghosting your fingers around the head of his cock, you brushed firmly over the slit just watch him buck his hips.
"Yes," he replied hoarsely. The wheels in his head spun as he grappled for more words. Smile widening, you watched him try to collect his scattered thoughts. He was already so far gone that you wouldn't be able to find him with a map. Perfect. You wanted him to have his fun. Of course, you'd have yours too in the meantime.
"Just yes?" you teased.
"I wanna cum for you. In you. Over and over until it drips down your legs," he said. For a moment, you let his words sink into you.
Fred always sounded like a wild animal when he talked like that. The harsh growl in his voice mixed with the desperate plea of a man left on edge too long was beautiful. It was even better when you could see him with his head tossed back, hair spilling over the pillow, as he snarled demandingly. Something about that and the fact that he was utterly at your mercy made your head swim. This feral, demanding thing in your bed was held down for your pleasure and your pleasure alone. Shivering, you slung your leg across his hips and allowed your opening to rest against his cock.
"Put it in. Now!" he snarled, struggling angrily against his bonds—the growl rumbling through served little more than to annoy you.
"Watch your mouth, mutt. You're lucky to be getting this much," you snapped, grabbing a fistful of his hair. A small, pathetic sound fell from his mouth.
"'m sorry. Please let me breed you, (Y/N). I'll fuck you so good," he said pleadingly.
"I know. You always do, but you have to be good for me," you soothed gently, letting yourself rock against his cock. It was as though you touched a live wire to him. Muscles bulged, and the tendons in his neck stood up as he struggled to get more of that feeling. More of you.
"I'll be good. So good if you just let me fuck you. Fuck, I wanna be inside you," he growled. You simply ground against him again, letting him feel warm, slicked part of you. Despite his dark glare, you knew you were hitting your mark. His hips pulsed up in such a strong thrust that he jolted you forward to lay against his chest. The frustrated groan that emanated from his chest brought a mean smile to your face.
Using the new position to your advantage, you sucked a dark mark into the juncture of his neck and jaw. Impossible to hide. His hands twitched above you. Clearly, he was just itching to flip you over and use you like a fleshlight. You smiled to yourself at the thought. Maybe next time. Kissing a line up to his ear, you traced the shell with your tongue.
"Patience, mutt. I want you right on the edge before I milk you dry," you purred. Shivering, he let himself make a pitiful sound of wanting.
"I am, I am," he breathed.
"Not close enough," you said, trailing your fingers down to play with his nipples. Rolling the soft, pink buds between your fingers, you took some time to listen to him pant in your ear. There was a soft whine in each breath that you were sure he wasn't aware of.
"(Y/N)," he said in a warning tone.
Ignoring him, you replaced one hand with your mouth, sinking your teeth harshly into his peck to remind him of the position he was in. The responding grunt told you he got the message. Satisfied with his response, you reached between your legs with your free hand to stroke him. The combined sensations seemed to quiet his defiant edge. Giving little heed to the awkward position, you sped your hand up, twisting over the head.
"Ngh, please. I can't..." he cut himself off with a long moan as you repeated the motion.
"Can't what? Come on, tell me what you can't do," you taunted.
"Can't wait anymore. Please, I need to be in you. I wanna see you stuffed full of my cum. You'll be so beautiful with my baby in you," he babbled, nearly incoherent.
"Come on then, you pathetic mutt. Fill me up," you said, slamming yourself onto his cock. The motion pulled a howl from his chest loud enough to shake the room. "Breed me."
"Fuck! Fucking, yes! I'll breed you so good!" he sobbed out, hips pounding up against yours. Reaching up, you released his hands and immediately found them gripping your hips for better leverage.
"Shit, just like that," you gasped.
The pace was brutal, punishing, leaving neither of you time to pull your thoughts together. Fred's grip was definitely going to leave bruises on you for weeks, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You couldn't when he was hammering straight into that spot that made you see stars behind your closed lids. Just as your thighs started you cramp up, you found yourself flipped onto your stomach with your hips hitched up. Fred was sliding back into you before you could even fully process the position change.
With a wanton moan, he draped himself over your back and latched his teeth into your shoulder as he fucked into you with reckless abandon. Groaning, you realized how much deeper he was like this. He knew it too. You could feel him sobbing his relief into your shoulder, thrusts growing sloppy. Throwing your hips back against him, grabbed a fistful of hair over your shoulder.
"Breed me, you fucking mutt," you snarled.
The words had barely left your mouth before he cried out, spilling inside of you. Arms came around your waist, holding you tightly to him while he rode out his orgasm. Belatedly, he remembered to slip a hand down to swirl two long fingers around your clit. Then you were gone. Your own wail of pleasure echoed faintly in your ears as you clenched around him. For half a second, you wondered if you ascended. You were so caught up in that thought that you hadn't even noticed when he slid himself out.
"Wow," he said, his tone reverent.
"Enjoying the view?" you said, glancing over your shoulder.
"Uh-huh," he said, nodding mindlessly.
"I expect you to clean up your mess when you're done staring, mutt," you said, swaying your hips to emphasize your point. At the movement, you could feel some of his cum leak down your leg.
"Well, if you insist," he said, licking his lips. Smiling, you pushed your face into your folded arms. You had the feeling it was going to be a very long night.
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stephen strange x oral fixation selfship
it made me horny writing this goodbye. i chew on stuff when i am focused and if were dating you better be giving me your fingers to chew on, bubs. and lemme make-out in your lap for 102828 hours. 😤
cant wait for borders to open so i can go to germany and get my tongue split finally.
based on a sex dream. thank you benefits cucumber for being sexy as fuck.
"You're going to bite it clean off one day," his amused voice interrupted her thoughts briefly, causing the girl's fingers to stutter in-between flipping pages.
She raised her eyes upwards, unbothered by the apparent disrespect for each other's space bubble - neither of them was sure when or how they crossed the lines; perhaps, she was naturally that casual about touch and he didn't have the heart to react in any negative way. He craved it almost as much as she was ignorant of pesky things like societal norms and whatnot.
"Yes, Stephen" true to herself, she offered an exaggerated agreement, emphasizing his name, still worrying that damned, plump lip between her teeth. He could see the miniscule wounds, the healed scar tissue below the line of it. It was a long-time habit for her. "That's why I got my fangs filed," teasing, she smiled, baring her teeth. The inhumanly jagged incisors glinted at him mockingly.
"Kids these days," he continued the familiar banter, fighting the smile at the corners of his mouth. Stephen didn't pretend to understand why she decided that fangs and split tongue was something a human being should possess but he wasn't one of those people who told others what to do with their bodies.
Having thought about it more than strictly necessary, he had decided it did suit her, to an extent, to be as peculiar outwardly as she seemed to be on the inside. Stephen's attention slid back to his own book, he almost managed to ignore the tiny girl sitting in-between his outstretched legs, flipping through several tomes at a time.
Every now and then, a focused sigh would emanate from her and he would have no choice but to briefly cast a glance towards her; the little crease between her eyebrows betrayed the intense thought process she was in. Her foot was twitching against his knee, she never seemed to be able to sit still and even more so when her brain worked overtime.
She reminded him of Tony, which in turn, made him want to just wrap her in his arms and never let go. Just like the engineer, behind a wall of sass and snark, there was a gentle, sensitive person with a world full of colors.
Her lips were steadily turning crimson. The more she got into it, the more she chewed.
"Anything of value?" Stephen couldn't bear to look at it anymore.
"Nothing new," she replied absentmindedly, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear. Feeling his eyes glued to her face, she raised her head in confused. "Huh?" The eyebrow arch, the exasperated face.
"Do you need a chew toy?" His own face must've mirrored her because her frown deepened.
The very tip of her tongue snuck out, running over her chapped lips.
He followed the movement with his eyes, tenatively reaching out a finger to brush against the puffy, sensitive flesh, torn between watching himself touch her and the miniscule flutter of her eyelashes as she very obviously tried to conceal her reaction.
A worm of malicious glee took a home in Stephen's chest; as much as she liked to act cool and nonachalant, sometimes they did catch her slipping: lingering looks and quiet sighs.
The corner of her mouth rising slowly, derisively should have been a warning enough. But he was just a man, burdened by his vices and at times, weak. Leaning into him not more than an inch or two, she wrapped her lips around his thumb, the dull scrape of her incisor causing his blood to suddenly run cold. Stephen's toes twitched as she readjusted her position, butt on her calves, a hand firmly planted next to his inner thigh.
As gently as she could, she chewed on his thumb, eyes drooping shut in a gesture almost pornographic. Stephen exhaled, noisy, a breath he didn't know he had been holding, at the seemingly innocent bite to his hand.
Breath hot on his hand, he had no choice but to watch the fine hairs on that arm stand up in response to her. Eyes laughing, she may have been mocking him, waving the ambiguity of their friendship (or was it something else?) as a banner of his stubbornness and her own insecurity.
"Like this?" Briefly pausing the gnawing, her tongue snaked out to scoop up the moisture at the opposite corner of her mouth, briefly enveloping his thumb in her hot, wet mouth strictly more than necessary.
"You..." Stephen was at a loss of words, which only prompted for her mischievous smile everybody was secretly afraid of grow.
"Me," she replied with a nod, resuming the slow, delicate gnawing.
It was a head rush. He was sure, if she'd wanted to, she could easily draw blood, pierce his skin with the gentlest of touches. The thought of it was what broke the camel's back.
The free fingers of his hands wrapped around her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. "You're trouble," he stated, slowly pulling her in and giving her the time to pull away, should she change her mind.
"Mhm," denying the obvious wasn't in her nature. She obediently followed the movement, shamelessly wrapping her mouth fully around his thumb, shuffling closer to his chest with small movements until she had no other option but to hold onto his shoulders for balance.
He decided quite liked her on top of him, not like that was anything new. As the distance between them closed, Stephen easily slipped his thumb from her mouth, leaving a wet trail of spit on her chin and down her neck as he repositioned the hand from her front to her nape.
The side-smirk was still glowing smug in her face, too adorable for someone who just masterfully trolled a sorcerer twice their age. Stephen leaned in first, catching the plump of her abused lip gently between his own, eyes sliding shut at the sensation of the slightest, most reluctant tremble coming from the girl in his lap.
There were small cues almost all the time she was around any of them; now, Stephen could feel the hitch in her breath, the desperate clutch of her fingers on his collarbones as she displayed the reactions she denied herself out of spite on a daily basis.
His tongue slipped in without any resistance as the barest hint of a moan leaked into the kiss; he wasn't as patient as the girl in his lap, gathering her closer was a feat as quick as it was rewarding. The noises grew louder as she felt the results of her little games under her hips. All want and no finesse, her knees and calves landed noisily outside of his thighs, her center planted firmly over his erection.
Now, it seemed stupid for Stephen to ever have had thought that he stood a chance against her. The hot, wet and messy kiss was just the beginning.
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A fan fic of Gojo Satoru inspired by the song Heaven by Julia Michaels 😭 I enjoyed your writings 🥰🥰🥰
The moment you met him was ingrained into your brain, even years after you both parted. It had been raining that day, possibly 7:30pm, and you were held up in a cafe for shelter. You had been dosing off a bit after your classmates left you an hour or so prior. You regretted staying up so late to watch that sit-com the night before. But it was a Friday, and you didn’t have class the next day. The paper was finally finished and you proudly packed your things together. You kept fantasizing about how your efforts during the week were soon to be rewarded by slumber.
The sound of thunder brought you back to reality within the quiet coffee space.
“I guess I should sit back down,” you said to yourself. You were standing by the glass doors and ready to leave, bag over your shoulder. You held your book in one arm before fisting the sleeves of your sweater. The one time I forget my umbrella, you thought.
There was something soothing about watching the busy streets of Tokyo while rain hit the window screen. You felt yourself unwinding, relaxing in place. Sometimes your school and work life felt so hectic. It was nice to slow down from time to time and breathe.
“Man, you don’t have an umbrella? That sucks.” An incredibly tall, white haired male spoke beside you, snapping you out of your zen moment.
You turned your head towards him, and he wasn’t even looking at you. He wore a thick black sweatshirt, black jeans and dark boots. He had thick black shades on, and surely an umbrella in his hands. He had a gorgeous profile, and his jawline was extremely defined. Was he some sort of supermodel, you thought.
“Yeah, I know.” You say, sighing to yourself. You were partially offended, but mostly tired. He was handsome, but you didn’t have time for flirting. You just wanted to go home and run a hot bath. He looked like he was going to break your heart anyways.
“It says the rain is going to stop within the hour on the weather app.” He said, scrolling and tapping away at his phone. “You goin’ to the train station?”
“Oh, yeah.” You say shyly. You nervously tucked some hair behind your ears before looking straight ahead. Why the fuck was this supermodel speaking to you?
Granted, it was hard for you to stop looking at him every so often.
“Like what you see?”
You blinked at him repeatedly, earning a cocky chuckle from him.
“Wanna walk with me?” He asked, peering down at you. You looked at him, pondering if he was seriously trying to hit on you right now. Surely if you had known him, maybe walking to the station with him solely for the use of his umbrella would’ve been fine. You don’t know if it was the sleep deprivation or the fact that he truly did seem a little arrogant that stemmed your next response as you spoke.
“I don’t even know you.” You said bluntly, and you meant it disrespectfully.
“Not yet.” He said slyly. “But I’ve seen you around campus a lot.”
You stood still, pondering again if you had actually seen him before. Wait- wasn’t he in your political science class? You put a finger to your chin before finally igniting the imaginary, anxious little light bulb above your head.
“Professor Edamura’s class right?” You were such a lecture worm in that class, and the professor had yet to start group assignments. You had absolutely no need to befriend anyone in that class yet. Nonetheless, it was your largest lecture class this semester, and you only met once a week.
“Bingo.” He grinned.
“There’s like 120 people in that lecture.”
“Yeah. But I think you’re the cutest.” You stared at him, dumbfounded and blush stuck on your cheeks.
“Thank you,” you say, squeezing your arms around your book and pressing it towards your chest.
“Oh look, the rain is stopping.” He says, leaning forward and intently staring out the window.
“Well, see you Wednesday.” He smiled a cheeky smile.
You felt like a child, blushing foolishly whilst you watched him walk out and down the street.
You almost wish you hadn’t met him.
Days would go by until you saw him again. He made his appearance on Wednesday, at 2pm in Professor Edamura’s class. He sat beside you, offering you a wink before taking out his own computer beside you and your own. Aside from a greeting, he didn’t say a word until the lecture ended. You really had spoken too soon about not befriending anyone, because you had gotten slurped up into a group project with 4 other people.
“So, Friday night, we could all go to my place. I don’t live too far from here.” You wanted to meet at the library instead. Why did he want to go to his house? However, it seemed he was a rather popular guy and everyone loved him. You learned his name was Gojo Satoru. And then you lost the vote 4 to 1.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as the women in your group swooned at him as he talked. This sucks.
All of you created a group chat in which you sparked ideas for the project’s format. You honestly think the other girls in your group were just more excited they had his number.
Thursday night came, and you were in your robe and face mask when your phone went off. You blinked repeatedly, realizing Satoru had texted you directly and not the group chat.
Heyy
Hey, Is everything okay?
Yeah, I honestly just can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
You stared at the message, absolutely not having time for his shit. You didn’t respond. Rather, you went in your settings and purposely turned on read receipts and went to bed.
You wished you could’ve left him on read in real life too as you sat on the floor pillow in his living room the next evening. The other three group mates bailed, texting the chat just 20 minutes after you got there.
“Guess it’s just the two of us,” he chuckled.
“Don’t look so happy about it.” You rolled your eyes. This project was 30 percent of your grade, you wanted to punch someone.
“I can’t help it,” he says, sitting across from you on a different floor pillow. “I won’t lie. I had been thinking of asking you on a date. I didn’t think I’d get so lucky.”
“And did you text the other girls in our group the same thing the night before?” You say, nonchalantly opening your book. You didn’t even look his way.
“No, they’re incredibly annoying.” He sighed genuinely. You finally looked at him. They were pretty annoying. Because of them, you were sitting across from him with nothing separating you but an extremely expensive coffee table. The library would’ve been better.
“You’re pretty cool though. Kind of bummed you didn’t text me back.”
“Because I know what you’re up to.” You say, scribbling away in your notes.
“And what might that be?” He takes off his shades, putting them on the glass coffee table. You’d never forget the way he stared at you with his mesmerizing blue shells.
“I’m not going to fall in love with you. I don’t have time for that.” You firmly set your pencil down, looking at him.
“I don’t exactly want you to.” He chuckled. You looked at him before speaking again.
“So what do you want from me?” You say, placing your face in your palm and leaning forward a bit to look at him directly. The intense stare you had was sure to ring out the truth from his lips.
“I said I wanted to take you on a date.” He laughs. “Get to know you a bit, but ultimately take you to bed at the end of the night, if you don’t mind. You can decline, I just wanted to show you a good time.”
He just blatantly asked you to sleep with him. Somehow, you admired that. You hated people that wasted your time. At least this way, you felt like you had some power in the situation. You could decline him or not, and you knew exactly what would become of your situation-ship if you started something.
“Sure,” you say calmly, to his surprise. You shift yourself around the table, right beside his body.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” you took hold of his jaw, delicately planting a kiss. He had no idea you were so confident. He only had a girl initiate the kiss once before. Your lips were incredibly soft and pillowy. He was already hard, wondering just what your sex was like if you kissed him like this. The semester’s stress had gotten to you. You were only hoping he could help you unwind.
You shifted over his body, straddling him against the bottom of the sofa. You’d give him exactly what he wanted.
“You better be good at this, or don’t even bother looking at me after we finish this project.” You break from his lips.
“Oh princess, I don’t ever disappoint.” He smirked. You were alarmed at his strength when he lifted both your bodies off the ground. He sucked in your lips, kissing you firmly as he brought you to his bedroom.
That night, he gave you the best sex of your entire life. He wasn’t lying about not disappointing you.
You remember the day you guys finally had to present your project, which didn’t come out too bad. Satoru had seduced the girls who didn’t show up on Friday into doing majority of the work. You remember him telling you that they deserved it after you attempted to nag him for messing with them like that.
“You and me worked hard last Friday night, right princess? So what’s the big deal?” He whispered into your ear while you all gathered in front of the lecture. You presented your part that you did on your own with constant red hues plaguing your face. You wish he waited to say that after the presentation. Now, you were worked up again. The events of skin touching skin had been stuck in your mind.
You couldn’t get his extremely large hands and hot body out of your head. For something that was supposed to be a stress reliever, the thought of his sex lived on within you and it was getting annoying. He caught up with you after you rushed out the room as soon as class ended.
“You have time before your next class?” He peered down at you, grinning a sexy and devilish smile.
“Why?” You ask.
“Let’s go grab a bite to eat, on me. I promise really do work harder than I like to show off. The thing I did for the project isn’t really my character. I just didn’t like how the other girls were going to push all the work on you.”
He sounded genuinely sorry for the situation.
“It’s fine. They deserved it anyway. They never replied to me when I texted them. If it wasn’t for you using your ‘sexiness’ to make them get busy, we would’ve gotten a shitty grade for sure.” You used air quotes around the word ‘sexiness’.
“You think I’m sexy?” He said smugly.
“Of course that’s all you picked up from the entirety of what I said.” You rolled your eyes, and he laughed a hearty laugh.
“Obviously,” you say quietly, he almost didn’t hear you.
“You’re so fucking cute,” he said, laughter dying down. You had this annoyed blush on your face as the both of you walked. You did end up going out to eat with him. But somehow, you also ended up fucking him in the restaurant bathroom right after.
His hands squeezed your hips as you pressed you ass closer against him. You never realized you could feel so full. He slammed his length into you, while you shamelessly watched yourself pant beneath him in front of the mirror.
“You’re such a pretty girl, look how pretty you are. I wanna see your face again when you cum.” He coaxed you whilst gripping your neck.
“Don’t be so loud though, then we’ll get caught. You don’t want this to end do you?”
Your juices were running down your weak legs, and you were holding back pleasure filled squeals while he rammed himself into you. It had been a while since you had been fucked so well aside from last Friday. And something about the thrill of someone knocking on the door, which wasn’t even locked, helped you find your climax during that 10 minute session.
You called out his name as you clenched around his length, causing him to throw his hand over your hot mouth.
“Shhh,” he shushed you as he lifted your body towards his own.
“We won’t be able to do stuff like this in the future if you’re so loud.” His hot breath poured into your ear. Your knees were burning, but the pleasure in your core was enough to over shadow it. You were ashamed to admit it, but you were cumming again onto his dick.
“Satoru, my legs...” you muffled against his hand.
“I’ve got you sweetheart, don’t worry.” His thrusts were quickening and you felt him twitch inside you. He released himself into the rubber he wore before removing his member from you. You collapsed your upper body onto the sink for support.
He was incredibly sweet somehow, sliding your jeans and panties up for you.
“Can you walk?” He asked.
“I can manage.” You say, stumbling back against his chest. He caught you whilst you buttoned your jeans.
“The look on your face is priceless.” He said, looking at you in the mirror. You were a disheveled blushing mess, but somehow you were scowling at him for making you cum in such a short time.
“You can hold my arm for support,” he watched as you fixed what you could of your top and hair.
“Shut up.” You said, wrapping yourself onto his arm and exiting the bathroom.
Sex with him was filled with plentiful moments like this. He would spontaneously show up around you, asking to hang out. It helped out a lot, considering you were less stressed and chirpier, your friends noticed. A little bit of dick does everyone good sometimes.
You did your best to keep it strictly sex related, and you felt like he was casually following whatever you wanted to do. He was a decent friend, listening to your qualms about school and your other friendships. He took in a lot of stories and life situations from you, but he rarely ever talked about himself. You had slept with him countless times by then, but you really knew nothing about him. The thing that made it worse is that he started to sex you more passionately, stirring your feelings in a bunch.
He towered above your body in the dark moonlit room. It was another Friday, and you were lost in his sex yet again. He was so close, kissing and sucking your lips til they were sore and bruised. He dragged his mouth against your neck and down to your chest. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he was keen to keep the space between you as close as possible. You hadn’t see him all week, and you both didn’t have any classes together this season. The spontaneous adventures became more planned due to your busy schedules.
He inserted himself into your warmth, making you arch your back and press your breasts to his chest.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
Your entire head was hot from the whisper he made into your ear. You wished he wouldn’t say things like that. It was starting to fuck with you. You let out a moan as he filled you up completely, grinding your sex towards him from underneath.
“It looks like you missed me too,” he chuckled. Your sex was loud and wet. You couldn’t lie to him even if you tried— your body wouldn’t let you.
You found yourself moaning how much you missed him as he rolled into you endlessly throughout the evening.
“I know baby,” he placed sweet kisses against your face and neck, “I know.”
You chose to block this specific memory out whenever you told your friends this story. He had sexed you like he loved you that night and you had too many orgasms to count.
You awoke in the morning with him clinging to your naked body. It really wasn’t the first time something romantic like this had happened but it was the first time you felt provoked to say something.
“Satoru...” You said against his hair. He grumbled a groggy hum into your neck. You didn’t know if this was the right time to say it, but you were tired of the subtle hints of affection he had been mixing in with all the lust.
“It’s getting hard for me to keep this relationship strictly sex based,” you begin.
“I really do want to get to know you more. But sometimes you throw me these mixed signals and I get confused.”
He sat up, bringing his blue gaze towards yours.
“Then we should stop.” He said bluntly. He wasn’t asking you either.
“We should,” you sort of agree, confusedly.
“I had a feeling this was going to happen.” He said, tearing himself from you.
“But it’s cool. I’ve got somewhere to be. You need a ride home?” He asked. You nodded. That morning for the first time in a long time, you both got dressed together in solitude. There was no banter, no joking around and none of the occasional compliment or kiss.
He drove you home, in comfortable silence on his part. When you both of reached in front of your house he finally spoke.
“Don’t look so down, honey. At the end of the day, you were just a warm body to me. Cheer up though, you served your purpose.”
You could’ve cried but you knew exactly what this was from the beginning. Was it possible he was starting to feel something? And this was his way of running from it? You stared at your lap. There was no point of trying to read too hard into it now.
“Thanks for the ride.” You say, shutting the door. He watched you walk into your house. He hadn’t known you were so sensitive considering the persona you’d been giving him since the very beginning. He would never be able to apologize to you for it either— he had too much pride.
He never texted or called you after that. Not that you were surprised, you knew he wasn’t the one for you. He was too secretive despite his outgoing nature. An experience it was, you thought it was fun. You did your best to look at the situation as optimistically as possible.
Whenever you saw him on campus, you didn’t even bother looking at him. You walked right by him. He knew better than to speak to you. One day you were sitting in the cafe you first met him in. It was raining just like it was last year. You knew he saw you scribbling away through the glass window. He entered anyway, with a brunette attached to his arm. She laughed loudly as she pressed her breasts to his bicep. You casually sipped your iced coffee, eying him briefly before returning to your work.
He was pretty ballsy.
“You okay babe?” Suguru slid his large hand over yours, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You hummed in delight, watching him take hold of your hand and press your knuckles to his lips.
“When you’re done, how about we go to that Hibachi place you like?”
You held back an excited squeal at the dark haired male in front of you.
“I’d like that a lot.”
part 2
#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo smut#gojo sensei#jujutsu kaisen#jjk angst#jjk#jjk smut#im sorry but just because they're your fav does not mean im gonna write the relationship all lovey dovey#fictional characters are not exempt to toxicity#but I love the song so much I couldn't write it any other way
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Moonlight
☼ Pairing: Seokjin x reader
☼ Genre: fluff, smut, post breakup au, actor!seokjin, fashion designer!reader, exes to lovers
☼ Count: 3.1K
☼ Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, hair pulling, teasing, unprotected sex, creampie
☼ Summary: Seokjin has been back in your life for 5 years now. It’s a different future than what you had imagined, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. What else does the future hold for you?
☼ Drabble/epilogue to Sunrise
☼ a/n: Surprise! So many people were asking and curious about what happened and I got a little brain worm of an idea of what the future holds for the Sunrise pair! This can probably be read as a stand alone if you didn’t want to read the first part. I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙
Excitement bubbles in your belly as you smooth the front of your dress down, hand pausing for just a moment on your belly as you give yourself one final once-over in the mirror. You’re so happy that you finally got to wear the sunset dress again. Although you have no idea what you’re wearing it for.
Seokjin has been tightlipped about his plans for you tonight. He simply told you to dress up, hinted to you to wear this specifically. He’d seen it a while ago one night when he was over, hanging in your closet. You’d told him why when he questioned why you had it hanging up, though he’d shyly told you that he had seen you wear it already. When you said you’d kept it because you wanted to wear it again, he got a gleam in his eye that you never quite understood. At least, until now with his not so subtle hints to wear it.
You smile thinking about him. It’s been a lot of work to get to this point. But it’s been so worth it. No matter the length of time. You’ve treasured every single moment.
You had spent about 2 years getting to know each other again. There was a thrill in learning Seokjin all over again. To discover the little things about the man he grew into. Hearing stories about the years you missed. Stories about friends you hadn’t kept in touch with but he had. You shared stories from friends you’d kept close but he had lost contact with. Every time you two were together was a fun adventure in discovery.
And for all the new things you were learning about him. He could still make you laugh just as easy and it was so easy to still joke with him. The new and old blended to make the Seokjin before you and it was simple to start falling for him all over again.
Then, one day, Seokjin stopped by your place unannounced and asked you out. He was panting, like he’d sprinted the whole way there and his confession was rushed out in one long breath and you only caught half of it. It took everything in you not to laugh at the wild look in his eye as he rambled, but as funny as it was, it was hopelessly endearing.
You couldn’t deny that it felt right, so you said yes. The easiest decision you had ever said yes to. Now, almost 3 years later, you’re still going strong. Far stronger than you ever were in university. You’ve both learned a lot from the past. For all that you have problems, like any human, you’ve gotten better at communicating through it. You know when you need to take a break, get some space to sit with your feelings and be able to put them into words. And it’s done wonders to make things work smoother.
You rack your brain, trying to figure out if maybe you’re missing some important date. An anniversary? No, that was less than two months ago. Seokjin took you to a private beach. Not that either of you saw much of the beach with how adamant Seokjin seemed to keep you in bed with him.
You shudder as another orgasm courses through your body. “Seokjin…” you whine.
You get a hum in response but his face remains firmly buried in your pussy, where he’s been for at least an hour and several orgasms at this point. You’d protested by your third one, whining for his cock. But Seokjin had simply pressed a sloppy kiss to your thigh as he took a moment to explain that tonight was all about you.
Apparently all about you meant he was going to make you cum until you passed out. Your entire body tingled, some weird mix between being numb and feeling like every nerve was electrified. Deliriously, your fingers tighten in his hair and tug, harder than you intend if his sharp inhale against you is anything to go by.
“Baby, please…” You give him another tug.
If you weren’t so weak, you would push him until you could climb on his dick yourself. Chuckling, Seokjin finally pulls away, face smeared with your slick and face equal parts pleased and smug.
“Want my dick that bad?” he teases.
You glare. “I will go find the nearest sex shop and buy a dildo. At least it wouldn’t get mouthy.”
Seokjin’s grin is bright as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he swoops down to pepper your face with kisses. “You like my mouth.” He presses a firm kiss to your lips, lining his hips with yours and letting his cock settle against your soaked slit. His smile softens and he presses a far gentler kiss to your lips. “I love you.”
You give his hair another tug. “I’d love you more if you put your dick in me.”
He blinks at you before erupting into squeaky laughter. “You ruined it.”
“I ruined nothing. You’re still hard as a rock.”
To prove your point, your grind against him, making you both gasp at the pressure. Seokjin ignores the comment, choosing instead to finally give you what you’ve been wanting. He pulls his hips back ever so slightly, just enough to position himself at your entrance and then he’s pressing forward, filling you with one languid stroke.
He keeps his pace just as slowly as he ate you out. Taking his time and ensuring you feel every inch and shift of his cock inside you. He cums what feels like an eternity later, filling you further. He keeps himself buried in you, kissing you slowly and deeply, pouring every ounce of love for you into it.
So definitely not your anniversary. Neither of your birthday’s are near. Neither of you have had any recent accomplishments that need to be celebrated. You suppose he could just want to take you out, one of his new favorite things is taking you on dates whenever your schedules allow it.
You’ve told him time and time again that you don’t need elaborate dates. But he seems to know how much you do enjoy being spoiled by him, even as you protest it. Though at some point he did seem to realize that you also love nights spent at home, curled up with him on the couch together. And he’s been all too happy to flex his improved cooking skills. You’ve definitely enjoyed learning that new aspect of him too. University hadn’t been conducive to cooking elaborately. Money was often tight and so what you ate often was prepared or frozen with the occasional nicer meal when finances worked in your favor.
Tonight feels different though. There’s something about the secrecy and meticulous planning that makes this seem different than just a regular date night. You suppose you’ll just have to wait and see what he has planned for you. If Seokjin didn’t want you to know, there would be no way for you to try and figure out what the secret was.
You check your phone, seeing that Seokjin should be here soon and so you move out to the living room to wait for him. You’re so thankful that you got to meet Seokjin again. You’re even more thankful that you had the time apart to grow on your own. While the break up was painful and rough when it happened and for a while after. You wouldn’t be the person you are now without it. It makes the relationship now that much more special.
No matter what news or plans Seokjin has, you have your own to share to make the night happy. Your hand rests on your belly once more, a small smile on your face.
There’s a brief knock at the door and then it’s opening, Seokjin beaming when he sees you standing in the living room. You let your hand drop from your belly.
“Wow,” he breaths, eyes slowly tracing over your frame. “You look… stunning.”
You grin, giving him a slow look up and down. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He chuckles, finally coming closer and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I had a lot of help from this pretty amazing designer.”
You feel a pleased rush run through you and you return the kiss eagerly. It’s easy to get lost in the kiss and you almost want to tell him to just forget about whatever he has planned in favor of spending the evening in bed. But Seokjin pulls away, a slightly bewildered smile on his face when you try to follow.
“Come on. We’re gonna be late.”
“For what?”
He just raises an eyebrow at you and you huff. He honestly can’t blame you for trying to get some sort of hint or answer about his plans. Taking your hand, he presses his lips to your knuckles before entwining your fingers. He leads you out to the waiting car, helps you into the back, carefully ensuring that your dress is safely tucked inside the car before he’s moving to the other side and sliding in beside you.
The drive is almost silent, save for the soft music filtering through the speakers. You lean your head against Seokjin’s shoulder, deciding to just enjoy being with him again. He’s been busy the last few weeks with a new film and this is the first evening he’s been free to be with you that isn’t just takeout and the couch. Or bed depending on how tired either of you are.
Seokjin gently shakes you awake some time later and you blink blearily at him for a moment. His smile is endearingly fond as he waits for your brain to kick back on after your impromptu nap. You’ve been so tired lately.
“Are we here?”
He laughs and brushes a kiss to your forehead. “Yes, baby, we are.”
Once he believes that you’ll stay awake, he gets out, circling around to your side and helping you out of the car. You look around with a frown, unfamiliar with where you are. You’re in front of a tall building, windows reflecting the sunset. The building is unmarked and that leaves you even more confused.
Smiling at your confusion, he takes your hand and leads you forward into the building. The elevator ride has anticipation building in your belly. Seokjin always plans the best surprises. He’s only grown more thoughtful and kind with age.
Finally the elevator dings open, revealing a restaurant lobby.
Except the lobby is empty, most of the lights off. Are they closed? You turn toward Seokjin, brows furrowed in confusion.
He grins, gesturing towards the wall behind the host stand where the restaurant name is lit up, the brightest of the lights in the room currently. Moonlight.
“So… Me and Seokjung are opening a restaurant. Well, he’s doing all the hard work. I’m just an investor. It opens in a couple of weeks.”
You grin. You know Seokjung’s wanted to open a restaurant for the longest time. The Kim brother’s definitely shared a love of cooking and food. You can’t believe he’s hidden this from you. But knowing him, he wanted everything perfectly in place before he revealed it to you. Which seems to be tonight. “Seokjin, that’s amazing!”
He nods. “Seokjung’s ecstatic…”
Tilting your head, you inspect him slowly. “If it’s not open, then why are we here?”
Shyly, Seokjin leads you past the lobby into the dining area. It’s massive, so much bigger than you would have thought it would be, given how the building looks from the outside. The most stunning thing is the floor to ceiling windows that look out over the ocean. You didn’t know you were so close to the shore.
Without thinking, you move to the window, looking out over the sunset. The view is just as stunning as you thought it would be.
“It took months to find the right place. Seokjung was getting so frustrated that I kept saying no to every place he suggested. But I had this vision for it. This vision. Something I could bring the love of my life to. That felt like home to us... And everyone else,” he adds belatedly.
You look at him over your shoulder. He’s such a sap. You reach a hand out and he takes it, letting you pull him beside you. You’re both silent for a long moment, looking out at the gorgeous view.
“Seokjin, I’m-”
“We’ve been-”
You both start at the same time, laughing when you both stop.
You gesture for him to continue. “You go first, baby. You planned all this, you’ve clearly had this for a lot longer.”
Licking his lips, he nods. He pulls you a few feet away towards a table that’s set beside the windows, candles casting twinkling light across the glassware.
“Seokjung is cooking for us tonight.” He pulls your seat out for you, circling around to sit across from you. He looks inexplicably nervous, but a streak of nerves runs through you too with the news you’re holding on to. “I wanted to do something special. I thought being the first person to try the restaurant was pretty special. And I wanted you to be the first person to eat and see this view. I wanted to be with you when you saw it.”
Reaching across the table, you take his fidgeting hand. You love this man so much. Seokjung comes out then, hands laden with plates that he sets out on the table. The spread is truly impressive. Seokjung has to make two trips to bring everything out.
You laugh incredulously as Seokjung retreats back to the kitchen. “Are you planning to feed an army here?”
Seokjin grins sheepishly. “Seokjung was a little excited to work out the menu and have someone try everything. He’s going to ask later for feedback and you know how he is about that.”
You give a nod. You definitely do know how Seokjung can get. It’s the same way Seokjin sometimes gets when he’s trying out a new recipe. You both eat in companionable silence. There’s no need to fill the silence with a lot of chatter. It’s more than enough to just be here with him. Seokjin occasionally feeds you bites of things he thinks you’ll like and it’s thrilling to have him spoil you like this. When he sees things that you like more, he makes sure that you have most of it, not-so-subtly shifting those bites towards you.
You try to surreptitiously ignore the full wine glass throughout the meal. Resorting to distracting Seokjin whenever his eyes begin to drift towards it with confusion. He knows it’s your favorite. It doesn’t seem like the right time to explain why you can’t drink it right now. You can tell that there’s something else Seokjin wants to say. That tonight doesn’t seem to be solely about being the first to eat at the restaurant. Seokjin wouldn’t be so nervous if it was as simple as that.
Once the food is gone, Seokjung brings out dessert and Seokjin seems to grow even more nervous. As you reach out to take a spoon, Seokjin stops you.
Licking his lips, he seems to be preparing himself for something. You wait, letting him get his words in order. Finally, he meets your gaze and his face is set with determination.
“We’ve been through a lot. Had our ups and downs. Hell, we were apart for over 10 years. But somehow, despite everything, despite it seeming like we’d never see each other again. We found each other. Out of all the people in the world, we found each other again. On a beach where we had so many memories. And… and we’ve worked so hard for what we have now. I’m… God, I’m so grateful to have gotten another chance with you. I never even imagined this much. I would’ve been happy just being friends. Having you in my life again… Being able to love you again. It’s a chance I never thought I could have. A chance to do things right. To treat you the way you deserve…”
You smile when he trails off, threading your fingers with him. “I’m happy I found you again too.”
That seems to give him the confidence to go on. “I’ll spend my every waking moment ensuring you know just how loved you are. If you’ll let me. If you want me too.” He slips out of his seat, dropping to his knee beside you. Your heart skips a beat as you watch him with wide eyes. “Baby, Y/n… I love you so much. If you’ll let me, I’d want nothing more than to keep loving you for the rest of our lives.”
He pulls a small box out of his pocket, nearly fumbling it with nerves, and opens it to reveal a glittering ring. Tears gather in your eyes and you stumble out of your seat to wrap your arms around him.
“Yes, of course. God, how could I not want to marry you?”
Seokjin lets out a relieved breath, as if there was a possibility you’d say no. He’s absolutely mad if he thought you’d say no. You press a kiss to his lips, joy filling you. Seokjin kisses you for a long moment before pulling away and, with shaking fingers, pulls the ring free from the velvet to slip it onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit.
You smile at the ring. It’s so gorgeous. For a moment, you forget entirely about your own news. But then Seokjin is pulling the wine glasses from the table, holding yours out to you. Clearly intent on celebrating your engagement.
You stare at the glass for a long moment before slowly reaching out to take it. You chew your lip before setting the glass back on the table. Seokjin frowns in confusion, mouth opening to question your actions but you quickly shake your head.
“So… I have some news.” You fidget with your fingers and Seokjin is quick to set his own glass aside and take your hands in his, thumbs sweeping comfortingly over the skin of your palms. You take a deep breath and then bring his hands to your belly. They’re warm through the fabric of your dress. “I’m pregnant.”
Seokjin blinks at you, his face startlingly blank. Nerves creep in but after a moment of processing, Seokjin’s face is breaking out in the widest grin you’ve ever seen on him.
“Pregnant?” You nod. “We’re going to have a baby?”
He whoops with joy, pulling you into a tight embrace with such force that you nearly fall over, babbling about everything that you’ll have to do in the coming months.
It’s kind of funny. Back in high school and university, when you pictured your life together, it was nothing like what you have now. But somehow, despite the heartache, the distance, everything, it’s so much better than you imagined.
It’s perfect.
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i cant believe you said you dont write for fandoms!! these are ending up AMAZING! have another fail date for you to make better: we went four-wheel driving over the dunes out bush, we took my car but he drove because he's done the route before. we were the second car in the convoy and because my car is a little smaller than the others it couldnt make it up the last dune! it nearly made it over before sliding back into the sand and ended up half buried! (1/2)
(2/2) the rest of the group had to drag and push us out with planks and chains etc while we were stuck inside because no way in hell i was opening the door to let the sand in! so three wheels in the sand, waiting on our rescue, irl it was a bit awkward but im hoping you'll rewrite a better ending <3
Awww concussed dragon, you are sooo sweet! Thank you! Your unique failed dates are great to work with. Alrighty, let's get into this one! So the pack got big in this one and while most don't have lines, I liked the idea of everyone being there (or almost for anyone I missed haha). I left some of the couple combos up to interpretation so feel free to ship at your leisure.
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The pack, after much pestering from a certain human/spark, were finally going on their camping trip. The alpha had finally conceded when Stiles had shot him a pout and hopeful eyes. Derek had reluctantly agreed and ignored the snickering of his betas in the corner of the room.
On the morning of the trip, everyone was pairing up into groups of drivers and passengers so no one drove alone and there were less cars.
Derek and Stiles were the last members out of the rebuilt Hale House. Derek had been locking up and Stiles was finishing off some wards to ensure there were no unwanted visitors while they were away. He was still learning to harness his spark but small wards of protection were easy enough. Defensive magic was easier, offensive was another story.
Stiles threw his bag into the back of the jeep and glanced around.
"So, who's joining Roscoe and me?"
Erica snickered, "Derek."
"What?" Stiles and Derek snapped in unison. Well at least Stiles had a punctuation mark, Derek's not so much.
"I'm with Danny, Lydia and Jacks." Kira spoke up. "Scott, Malia, and Isaac are with Allison."
"I'm obviously with my boy." Erica jumped onto Boyd's back, who was used to his girlfriend's antics and easily caught her. "And Theo is meeting us there after picking up Liam from work. Everyone's paired up so that just leaves you two."
Stiles felt his heart flutter but managed to keep his voice even as he spoke, "Alright Alpha My Alpha, let's get going."
Derek didn't say a word as he slid into the passenger seat of the jeep. Everything would be fine.
Everything was not fine. Stiles was definitely going through a quarter life crisis at the realisation most of the pack were in couples. How did he not realise that? When had it become a prerequisite to start dating a pack member? And now it was just Stiles and the alpha. The alpha he had been in love with for years. Great...
"What's wrong?"
Stiles was pulled out of his internal panic by said alpha's soothing voice. Derek had softened over the years, showing care and concern for each member of the pack. He now bought scent-free nail polish for Erica (so the acid smell didn't upset all the were's noses), stocked Isaac's favourite gummybears and even hugged Kira willingly at her university graduation. Derek Hale was a softie.
"I'm fine, nothing wrong here, no sir." Stiles prattled. Even he heard the blatant lies without supernatural healing. He glanced to his side and was greeted by raised eyebrows.
"Ok, so I may have just realised how paired up everyone in the pack really is."
"Except us."
"Yeah," Stiles sighed. "Except us. Do you ever think about that? Like, why you haven't dated anyone since..." He trailed off. Derek didn't have the best track record for his love interests but he hadn't even been on a date for more than 3 years.
Derek looked out the window at the scenary, they were driving into the sand dune part of the journey, and for a moment Stiles thought he wasn't going to answer.
"I've been waiting."
Stiles blinked. Huh?
"For someone so smart, you're really clueless sometimes." Derek huffed, glancing back at Stiles.
"What have you been waiting for?" Stiles dared to ask. They had paused to allow Allison's four-wheel-drive to roll up the last sand dune, waiting for their turn. Roscoe would be the last time to make the climb.
"I thought it was my imagination at first but then you kept coming around and..."
It was Roscoe's turn now and Stiles slowly prepared for the final climb of the dune. He tried to keep focused on the task at hand, allowing Derek to speak his thoughts. You never rushed the alpha when he was being vulnerable.
"I know you kind of like me?" Derek voiced it as a question but all Stiles heard was sirens in his brain. Derek knew? Stiles' foot slid off the peddle and they immediately started rolling backwards, fast.
"Shit! Shit, shit shit." Stiles acted quickly but it wasn't enough. Roscoe descended the sand dune and sank, refusing to move. Sand on either side of them blocked the bottom of their doors. They were officially stuck.
Stiles rested his head on the steering wheel and slowed his breathing. There were multiple crises going on but most had solutions.
The others would work out they hadn't made the climb soon enough or Theo and Liam would find them on their way through. So either way, Roscoe being stuck wasn't a massive deal. The real dilemma was Stiles' outed feelings for Derek.
The same Derek that was eyeing Stiles with concern as he called Kira to request some assist. Stiles heard him hang up before the sound of a door handle being jiggled. He snapped his head up.
"Whoa there sourwolf, there is to be no sand storm in this car, thankyouverymuch." He reached out and tugged the alpha's hand away from the door.
"I figured me getting out and pushing was the preferred option to sitting here with you in a state of panic at my assumption."
Stiles pulled his hand back. "What?"
"Look, we can just forget I ever said anything, alright? I get I'm not the most desirable crush to have. It's probably just familiarity and your sense of loyalty that's fueled your scent around me anyway. Don't worry about it."
Stiles shook his head, "Oh no you don't. You opened that can of worms and I'm no coward." The spark met Derek's gaze. Had he been planning on ignoring his feelings for the alpha? Sure. But was he going to run away from a moment like this? Nope. Stiles Stilinski was a lot of things but after running with wolves and other supernaturals for most of his life, he knew when he needed to tackle something head on.
"Now, before you go down your rabbit hole of I'm-not-good-enough crazy talk, I've got something to say."
Derek nodded like the soft alpha he was and turned to face Stiles more fully.
"You, Derek Alexander Hale, are amazing. A little on the martyr side but that's because you are so protective of your pack. I'd be crazy to not fall in love with you. That's right, love not like. I've been in love with you for years but how was a kid like me going to catch the alpha's eye? I didn't want to ruin our friendship. This," He gestured between them. "This is important to me. I don't want to ruin it."
Derek released a sigh of relief? Stiles couldn't read his eyebrows which was disappointing when he was the most expert at interpreting the alpha's facial expressions.
Then Derek was darting forward and claiming Stiles' lips in a searing kiss. Stiles went with it, almost unbelieving that any of this was happening.
Derek eventually pulled back and rested his forehead against Stiles'.
"Worth the wait." The alpha whispered, grinning, bunny teeth all on display.
"Two way street here. You could've said something too. How long have you liked me?"
Derek blushed and it was only because they were so close that Stiles saw the pink of his cheeks and ears.
"I've always liked you, even if I didn't always show it. But love? I think I've loved you since you woke me up on an elevator floor by punching me. You could have left without me but you didn't."
Stiles pouted, "Since then?"
Derek raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"
Stiles pushed Derek back and clumsily crawled across the gear stick to straddle the alpha's lap.
"We could have been having the best sex of my life for years, Derek! Years! We've got a lot of making up to do." Stiles dove in to kiss Derek this time. The alpha happily drew Stiles in closer, curling his arms around the spark's slim waist.
A knock on the window, interrupted their make-out session. Boyd's face appeared with judging eyebrows to rival Derek's.
"Heard you needed a hand." Boyd spoke loudly with a smirk as Derek's hand moved away from Stiles' ass to rest safely on his back.
"What's Erica doing?" Stiles asked, leaning over Derek to squint at the blonde chatting wildly on the phone. Derek focused his hearing.
"Turns out I'm not the only one who was waiting." Derek grinned, "And everyone apparently owes Lydia money."
They did eventually get Roscoe out of the sand dune thanks to the advantages of going camping with multiple supernatural creatures. By the time everyone was settled in the camp and Erica had informed Theo and Liam on the events of the day, Lydia was a very rich woman.
Stiles couldn't complain though. Not when the alpha was snuggled between his legs as Stiles sat on the log and Derek roasted them marshmallows. Apparently no one trusted Stiles near an open flame following the incident with that vampire clan. Stiles combed his fingers through Derek's hair and looked around at the pack. This camping trip was the best idea ever.
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Ok so I must confess I do not camp like...ever and have no idea how four-wheel-driving works so please forgive any major errors in that department. I tweaked things a bit from your prompt sorry. I just couldn't imagine Stiles letting anyone else drive Roscoe. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for popping in!
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The Fifteen Minutes After
Fandom: 911 Lone Star
Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand
Rating: EXTREMELY T
Summary: "It felt like a challenge. And the answer was no. Carlos absolutely could not handle whatever was going on right now, hence why they were about to walk into his home and do whatever it was you did with a one night stand you picked up at the bar."
A/N: "Yes, I recall the fifteen minutes after we met." Since we didn't get to see any of those fifteen minutes I have filled in the blanks. Episode tag for 1.01. Huge shoutout to @bluenet13 who basically deserves a co-writer credit at this point because I literally can’t post without her.
Read it on AO3
Captain Strand’s son was…not a good dancer. Carlos had to bite his lip to keep from laughing as he watched the other man attempt to shimmy and follow along with the steps. It was adorable. Incredibly, wonderfully adorable. And no matter how bad his hip shaking was, Carlos still found him incredibly attractive.
Also, he should probably introduce himself so he could stop referring to him as ‘Captain Strand’s Son’. “I’m Carlos, by the way,” he said as they turned to the left and then to the right.
“T.K.,” he said, flashing him a ridiculously cute smile.
T.K.? Well that was different. Carlos would have pegged him as more of a Ryan or a Chris, but T.K…he liked it. He liked him a lot.
“Does that stand for something?” he asked, kicking out his feet in time with the music.
“Yep.” T.K. gave him another sassy smile that said he would probably have to work to get the answer.
The dancers turned to face the back wall and Carlos turned with them. When he turned back he found T.K. checking out his ass. His eyes slid up to meet Carlos’ and he didn’t look in the least bit sorry to have been caught. “Like what you see?” Carlos asked, flashing a smile of his own.
Like what you see? Who the hell was he tonight? Carlos was a confident guy, but he wasn’t usually so cocky with people he’d just met. His mother had raised him with manners. All of which had apparently gone out the window the second he got an eyeful of T.K. Strand.
“Not bad,” T.K. said, his eyes full of laughter and…a little bit of desire? Maybe? Was Carlos reading that right? God, he’d been out of the dating game too long, he couldn’t even tell anymore.
“Not bad?” he repeated.
“You heard me,” T.K. said with a smirk.
Carlos felt himself growing tongue tied. Yet another thing that didn’t typically happen. He was a controlled guy. Confident. Not falling all over himself over a guy he’d known for all of five minutes. What the hell was wrong with him?
“It’s just kind of hard to tell,” T.K. said leaning close to him, “with your jeans on.”
If Carlos had been sipping a drink he would have choked. As it was he missed a step and nearly stumbled into the woman next to him. “Sorry,” he apologized as the song ended and the crowd shifted around him.
By the time he looked up again T.K. had moved back to the bar, but his eyes were still on Carlos, who found himself walking toward him as if pulled by a magnet, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He absolutely had not come here tonight looking for a hookup. He’d just come to hang out with Michelle. He hadn’t even thought about the hot firefighter from the call earlier. And he definitely hadn’t been hoping he would see him again sometime.
He was halfway back to T.K. when his path was blocked by Michelle. “Hey you need a drink?”
“Uh, no, I’m good,” Carlos said, looking past her to where T.K. leaned against the bar top, a smirk all over his face, clearly having clocked the situation.
Michelle peered at him closely. “You okay? You look a little flushed.”
“What?” Carlos snapped his eyes back to her. “Yeah, yes, I’m fine. It’s just hot in here.”
His eyes found the bar again, but T.K. had disappeared and Carlos felt something akin to panic as he scanned the room trying to find him. Which was ridiculous. Because they didn’t even know each other. At all.
“You sure you’re okay? You’re acting strange,” Michelle said skeptically.
“I—yes.” Carlos caught a glimpse of T.K. headed out the front door. “I’ll be right back.”
Michelle called something after him but Carlos was already gone, pushing through the crowd to the front of the Honky Tonk.
The night air was cool against his burning cheeks as he searched the parking lot for T.K. “Well fancy meeting you out here,” said a voice to his left and Carlos pivoted to find T.K. sitting on top of the low porch railing that ran along the front of the building, half hidden in the shadows.
“Are you leaving?” Carlos asked, trying to keep his tone casual even as desperation filled him. He didn’t want this man to go. For a thousand reasons he couldn’t even explain.
“No, I was waiting for you,” T.K. said, taking a step forward.
Carlos’ breath left him in a rush and before he could even think he was moving, crashing into T.K., lips seeking, hands fumbling.
It was intense. T.K. tasted like spice and mint and a little bit of smoke. And Carlos wanted more. So, so much more. He was used to being the one in control, but T.K. met and matched his every move, parting his lips, hands sliding under his shirt, bodies bumping up against each other.
Carlos moved to T.K.’s neck and smiled when the other man let out a groan, his fingers fisting in the fabric of Carlos’ shirt. His hips bucked against Carlos’ and Carlos made an appreciative noise of his own.
His heart was pounding so hard in his chest it was almost painful but he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop. He just wanted more and more and more.
It wasn’t until he felt T.K.’s fingers on his belt buckle that a tiny sliver of reason managed to worm its way through the screaming haze of his libido. He pulled back just a little bit, his breathing so ragged it was like he’d just run a marathon. He felt almost dizzy with want and lust. “Wait, just, hold on,” he rasped.
T.K. made a noise that almost sounded like a whine, but he allowed Carlos to take a half step back. “We can’t—I’m a police officer, I can’t hookup with you out here like this.”
“Are you sure?” T.K. asked, lips finding Carlos’ earlobe and Carlos felt his resolve weaken so much his knees almost gave out.
“I—yeah. I mean your entire crew is inside.” Another thought struck him and his eyes grew wide. “Your dad is inside.”
“Maybe we should get out of here then,” T.K. said, his voice low and full of sex.
Yes, yes, that was a thing you could do, right? They didn’t have to stay here, they could go somewhere else. “My place or yours?” Carlos asked.
“Yours,” T.K. said immediately. He seemed to realize he’d spoken too quickly and looked a little bashful. “I uh, I currently live with my dad.”
Well that was fucking adorable. How could this man be so cute and so sexy at the same time? It didn’t seem possible.
“No shame in that,” Carlos said. “I lived with my parents until I graduated from the police academy.”
How had they gone from pawing at each other to such easy and practical conversation? Carlos felt like his head was spinning. T.K. smiled and adjusted his shirt so he looked slightly less rumpled. “Just uh, just give me a minute?”
“Yeah, sure, of course, take your time,” Carlos said immediately.
T.K. looked him up and down and let out a breath, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t go anywhere.”
He disappeared inside and Carlos took a second to try and unscramble his thoughts. He pulled out his phone and texted Michelle. Heading home. Headache.
Seconds later a text came back. Really? Okay. Feel better.
Of course she wouldn’t be suspicious. Because Carlos never took guys home. Ever. It was a rule. A big rule. Not something that he did. Until tonight. Apparently tonight he did. Oh god, what was he doing?
He was about three seconds away from hopping into the Camaro and driving away as fast and as far as he could when T.K. reappeared, all smiles, his hair still mussed from Carlos’ fingers just minutes before. “You good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Carlos said. “Yeah let’s go.”
If Carlos had been worried about the twenty minute drive home and whether it would be awkward or a mood killer, he didn’t need to be. T.K. was charming and easy to talk to. He kept the conversation flowing so easily that Carlos felt like he’d known him for years rather than minutes.
“So you have any weird roommates I need to know about or anything?” T.K. asked as Carlos turned onto his street.
“No,” Carlos said. “No roommates. I live by myself.”
“Interesting. Are you sure I’m not a serial killer or something? Isn’t it a little dangerous for you to take me home like this?”
Carlos chuckled. “I’m a cop T.K.”
“Oh, so you think you can handle me?”
It felt like a challenge. And the answer was no. Carlos absolutely could not handle whatever was going on right now, hence why they were about to walk into his home and do whatever it was you did with a one night stand you picked up at the bar.
Carlos glanced over and looked him up and down. “I guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”
The butterflies were back as they walked through the front door. He was completely out of his depth and trying hard as hell not to let it show. He tried to remember everything Adriana and Francesca had told him in vivid, explicit detail about their own one night stands, but everything seemed to have left his brain except for T.K.
“Can I get you anything?” he asked as he turned to lock the front door. “Water or—”
Before he could finish, T.K. was on him, lips against his, hands in his hair, hard and hot and intense. And for all his nerves, now that the moment was here, Carlos didn’t hesitate, grabbing T.K.’s ass and pulling his hips into his own. It felt like his whole body was on fire. Appropriate since the man he was currently making out with was a firefighter.
It seemed like T.K.’s hands were touching him everywhere at once, tangling in his hair, gripping his waist, sliding across the planes of his chest and stomach, and Carlos couldn’t get enough of the way his fingers moved so tenderly across his skin.
Carlos’ own fingers were making quick work of the buttons on T.K.’s shirt. “Is this okay?” he managed to ask.
T.K. nodded, letting his head fall back against the wall, eyes closed, breathless as Carlos pressed a kiss to his chest for each button he undid. He was holding back a little bit, trying to gauge T.K.; what he liked, what he didn’t, although, so far, it seemed like T.K. pretty much liked everything. “My bedroom’s upstairs,” he mumbled against T.K.’s skin.
“Okay,” T.K. said, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get there, grabbing Carlos’ face and lifting him so their mouths met once more.
His hands moved to Carlos’ belt and this time Carlos didn’t protest as T.K. undid the buckle and then moved onto Carlos’ jeans. He paused briefly, eyes meeting Carlos’. “Yeah?” he asked, searching for consent.
“Yeah,” Carlos replied and T.K. wasted no time undoing the button and the zipper, pushing his jeans down until they hung low on his hips.
Carlos wasn’t sure how they made it up the stairs without dying, both of them half undressed, falling all over each other. When they finally reached his bedroom he felt desire burn down his spine so hot and fast he could hardly stand it. He steered T.K. toward the bed by his hips and gently pushed him down. “Oh so that’s how it is?” T.K. asked with a laugh as Carlos pulled his shirt off.
“Yeah, that’s how it is,” Carlos said as he climbed onto the bed. “Do you think you can handle it?”
“I guess we’ll find out,” T.K. said with a grin.
Time seemed to slip away and before he knew it, it was the early hours of the morning. T.K. was up and pulling on his clothes. “You can stay, you know,” Carlos said, shifting in the bed. “If you want. It’s late.”
“You don’t do this a lot do you?” T.K. asked with a smile.
Carlos barked out a laugh. “Not really.”
Never would be more accurate, but T.K. didn’t need to know that.
“I gotta say I’m surprised. A guy like you,” T.K. let his eyes wander appreciatively over Carlos’ body, “I can’t believe everybody in that bar wasn’t trying to take you home.”
Warmth flooded through him. Was this bliss? It wasn’t love. For sure. You couldn’t fall in love after one heated make-out session and a couple hours of mind-blowingly good sex, right?
“I already called an Uber,” T.K. said. He sat down on the edge of the bed. “This was fun though. We should do it again sometime. Give me your phone, I’ll put in my number.”
Carlos reached for his nightstand but came up empty handed. “I think my phone’s in my pants downstairs.”
T.K. grinned, clearly remembering exactly how those pants had come off. “Do you have a pen?”
Carlos managed to find one and T.K. took it, then reached for Carlos’ hand, carefully writing down his cell number. “Don’t lose it,” he said with a smile.
Carlos would have it tattooed onto his skin if necessary.
T.K.’s phone buzzed and he looked down. “That’s my ride. No don’t get up,” he said when Carlos began to rise. “I’ll lock the door behind me.”
He leaned over and pressed one more burning kiss to Carlos’ lips. He turned when he got to the doorway, biting his lip and eyeing Carlos critically. “Very nice.”
“What?” Carlos asked in amused confusion, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
“Your ass. Now that I’ve seen it, I can say for sure, it’s very nice.”
T.K. grinned at him and then vanished down the stairs. Carlos snorted and shook his head. He wasn’t sure what the hell had just happened, but whatever it was, he’d liked it. A lot. And he really hoped they would do it again.
#911 Lone Star#911 LS#Tarlos#Carlos Reyes#T.K. Strand#It's not smut#But it's close#Lots of making out#And clothes coming off#But the private times stay private#Carlos is a sucker#And totally in love with T.K.#And T.K. is down for a good time
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