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Paint Away, My Little Dove - Chapter 8

A/N: wohoo this was rly fun to write holy shit. this is also my first smut ever so yay! this is also the longest chapter i have done yet so it should make up for the long wait <33 word count: 4.4k tags: arthur morgan x fem!reader, fluff, age gap, smut, creampie, kinda cockwarming but nor rly?, tiny bit of angst dividers by: @strangergraphics-archive pictures are from pinterest

It had been a few days before Arthur joined you in Strawberry. Even though you were used to spending time alone; it felt off this time. The last time you had been together was right after a robbery of a trolley station in Saint Denis went wrong. What caused you all the worry was the fact that saying goodbye was left with not the usual fuzzy and warm feeling in your chest, but more of an unrest.

But now, it felt okay again.

You were nested in the big bed in your rented room, leaning against Arthurs bicep as you rubbed your feet on his toned quads. His thick fingers were lingering on your skin, travelling from one spot to another every once in a while. The sound of the rain hitting the windows filled the air with comfort. It had been cloudy and rainy for a few days now, mimicking your state of mind.

“Dutch wants t’get back at Bronte for trickin’ us.” He mumbled; eyes set on the stained ceiling.

You sighed. This could have been avoided easily by just not believing that man. Who in their right mind would trust Angelo Bronte out of all people? “You think that’s smart?”

“Nah.” Arthur chuckled. “If there’s a reason to get back at that son of a bitch, it ain’t the robbery. Now ain’t the time anyway. Dutch’s just been blinded by money ‘n revenge.”

“You could use me as bait.”

Arthur sat up slightly, looking at you like you were a ghost. “Are ya insane, woman?” He questioned, eyes widening at the thought of putting you in such a dangerous situation. It would have been considerable if you had been one of the women at camp, who were used to being exposed to robberies and dangerous positions. But you; you were an artist. Even if you had been in life-or-death situations before, for Arthur, there was no need to put you in another.

You rested your hands on his chest, feeling the hairs on the skin prickling your palms, attempting to calm him down. “Arthur. He said he wanted me dead or alive. I don’t know what he will do to you if you don’t do as he says.” You explained, caressing an arm of his, tilting your head, trying to get him to hold eye contact with you again. “He’s got a lot of men behind him.”

“That I ain’t worried about.” Arthur took your hands into a single of his, holding them firmly by your wrists. “Darlin’, the camp doesn’t know about ya. I don’t want yerself to get involved into their plans. Not now at least. Things are too foggy.”

The rain had gotten stronger now, hitting the windows with more force than before, creating a thudding sound each time. Things were ought to get more complicated from now on. It had seemed like the air around you got a bit chillier, urging you to wrap the blanket you were sitting on now around your shoulders.

“Would it be so bad to let your camp know about me?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart.”

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The fine line between autumn and winter could create the most unpredictable weathers. What was pouring down from the sky a few days prior in masses, was now flowing peacefully on the banks. The brisk air caused the hairs on your body to rise, yet the moderate warmth of the sun demanded them to stay down.

“Not far anymore.” You mumbled, readjusting the grip on your reins as you steered your two horses, careful to not harm the wagon in the process of crossing the river.

Arthur was in front of you, taking the lead to see where it was safe for the hooves to step on. Once on dry ground again, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, igniting it and took a long inhale. Especially for him the past few days have been stressful. From Dutch’s behavior to Bronte’s games to keeping you safe. The poor man could get no rest.

As you two approached the town, the familiar character of Valentine filled your senses. The smell of the sheep and cattle entered your nose while the sound of the people talking filled your ears.

“Ya remember when ya wanted t’sell me somethin’ here?” Arthur smirked, getting off his horse and walking over to you. He offered you his hand to offer you additional support to step down from your wagon.

In response, you rolled your eyes playfully, smiling as you did so. You took his hand, feeling his secure grip on your smaller one as you stepped down, nodding at him once as a small ‘thank you’ gesture. “I’ll get the horses to the stable. They could all use a little luxury. Could you go and get us a room?”

“Yes, mam.” Arthur tipped his hat, walking off to the direction of the hotel, gladly following your order.

After disappearing from your vision, you strutted over to the front of your horses, gripping the reins of Arthurs as well, as you lead all three towards the stables. The sun had not been strong enough to dry out the ground just yet, causing your boots to turn muddier with each step you took.

“Miss Y/N!” The stableman greeted you, cheering at your presence.

“Hey, there.” You smiled, slowing your pace as you walked through the big wooden doors.

“Got quite a collection there. Instead of two, I am now seein’ three.” He joked, taking the reins from your hand, removing your horses from the wagon, and putting them into the boxes they were used to stay in. After being done with storing them, he took the reins of Arthurs Shire, looking at you with a hint of confusion expressed on his face. “What about this fella?”

“Just give him the usual package as well. He belongs to a friend of mine.”

The brunette man nodded, patting the black coated horse on the snout. “Handsome boy.”

You placed your hand on the neck of the tall horse, giving it a few pets. “Good as well.”

“You sellin’ anything while here this time?”

You pouted, taking a breath in through your nose, your eyes glued to the horse still. “Wasn’t planned. I usually send letters to the sheriff prior to make sure it’s fine with him.”

“Well, if you change your mind- go have a talk with him. He’s got a liking to you. That man won’t say no.”

Mumbling a quiet ‘thanks’, you left the stables, making your way to the infamous hotel. The locals were usually the friendliest to you here in Valentine. While passing, people greeted you with a smile or a small wave. They were used to you setting up a stand anytime you were in this town, adoring your paintings whenever they saw it.

After walking up the steps to the upper floor of the hotel, you turned to your right, moving to the room number the manager at the front deck gave you. With quiet knocks you alerted the older man inside, who opened the door not too long after, greeting you with a small smile.

“Horses are taken care of.” You remarked, taking off your shoes and coat before throwing yourself down on the soft texture of the mattress. With the relaxation of your body came the torment of your mind. Now all there was to do was to think. Think about what to say; think about what to change and think about what to do. “What will you do to Bronte?” You asked, breaking the silence.

Arthur peeked up from the table he was standing by, stopping the action of writing into his diary for a brief second. “Don’t know, sweetheart. Dutch keeps talkin’ about money. They want to get Bronte out the way to rob somethin’ bigger. Somethin’ that’s worth all the shootin’.”

“And then what?”

“Camp wants to get away. Dutch is talkin’ about some place called Tahiti. But I just don’t know any more what I want.”

Hearing those words were painful. After all this time, it seemed like his camp was still what was the most important thing to him. If they all left after getting the money they needed; he would follow. You were not present in those plans. How could you be? Arthur had refused to let you meet them for the longest time now. It was not like he was in the wrong. Yet, it still hurt. No matter what would happen he would be with his camp. And you? You were insignificant.

Noticing your silence, Arthur let out a sigh before putting down his diary. He slowly walked over to the bedframe, letting the weight of him drop down to the mattress. After still not looking up at him, he took a finger to place it underneath your chin, guiding your face up to create eye contact. “What is it that ya want, dove?”

“I want a lot.”

“Tell me then.”

“It’s stupid.”

“It can’t be.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you moved your frame to the middle of the bed, creating space for him to sit on.

Arthur placed a hand now on the side of your head, gently pressing down on it to make you lay your head on his shoulder.

“I want a farm.” You started. “And a gallery, made out of glass, just for my paintings.”

“That so?” Arthur smiled, placing a kiss on your temple.

You hummed to confirm your statement, playing with your fingers, being a little embarrassed after saying your wishes out loud.

“And where exactly would those things be?” Arthur questioned, taking a hand of yours to stop you from fidgeting with them. He had recognized your nervousness. Now again, the age gap made itself be present. You had dreams and a goal in life. For him, that was already over. All he could do was be a servant to the ones who were still fighting. His loyalty was set on the gang. That did not mean that he would simply abandon you for them. Yet, he was torn. Life had given him too many things to balance. It was on him to decide what to throw out of the equation to move things forward.

“Big Valley, maybe? I always tend to go there.”

“Big Valley, huh?”

“Yea, why?”

Arthur let out a chuckle before answering. “That’s the place we first met.”

“Oh.” You giggled. Another silence occurred, forcing the both of you to wrestle with your thoughts again. There was a certain tension in the room; as if things were left unspoken. You had so much to ask him: ‘What about me? What about us? When will you leave? What will I do once you do?’ But where were you supposed to start? Collecting your courage to confront him, you sat up, leaning your body weight on the hand that was propped up on him, earning you a puzzled look from Arthur. “Arthur, I- what are we doing here?”

“What?”

“What is this? We’re always together. We hug and cuddle but what are we doing?”

Arthur continued to stare at you, scanning his eyes all over your face, unable to read your emotions as you questioned your relationship with him. “I-“

“I was hoping you wanted me the way I want you.” There it was. The confession you had bundled up in your chest for weeks. There was no turning back now. You had poured out your heart to him in a single sentence. All that was left for you to do now was to listen what we would say. By looking at him, you could see the wheels in his head turning. He was trying desperately to think before talking.

“I do want ya, sweetheart.” Arthur confessed, placing a hand on your arm, rubbing it affectionately. “It’s just-“ He closed his eyes for a brief moment, smacking his lips once before continuing. “What could a pretty little thin’ like you get out of an old man like me?”

“Arthur, no.” You moaned, moving your body closer to his to place your palm on his brunette beard. “Why would I care about you being older than me?” You knew about the concerns Arthur had about the two of you from his diary entries. Yet this was the first time he confessed it to you verbally. “Arthur you’re the sweetest and kindest man I have ever laid my eyes on. When you asked me before what I want- I wanted to say ‘you’. I wanted to say ‘us’.” You roamed your hands all over his saddened face now, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, making him look at you. “I want us to happen, Arthur. I wanna be yours.” As your voice got quieter but needier, you moved his arm away from his torso, gathering your courage to sit on his lap, your hands still placed near his face. “Please.” You begged, starting to slowly move your hips on his groin. “Call me yours.”

Arthur clenched his jaw at your words, slamming his eyes shut for a second before giving into your devotion. He places his rough hands on your face, pulling you down to him to slam his lips onto yours.

His harsh handling alone made you moan into the kiss, moving your lips to the rhythm of his. It did not take too long for the both of you to roam each other’s mouths with your tongues, the act getting more frantic as the milliseconds passed.

Arthur placed his hands onto your rear, squeezing it tightly and pulling you closer to him to release the tension that had now formed in his tight black pants. He sat up fully, moving his hands now to grasp your hips, flipping you over onto your back. For a second, he broke the kiss, looking into your eyes, scanning you for any hesitation. Not finding any, he dived back into the kiss, causing your heart to beat faster and faster in anticipation.

“Arthur…” You whimpered against his lips, thrusting your lower body in an attempt to get more friction to your heat.

“I know, darlin’.” He whispered, moving his hands down your body, the calloused skin feeling like rocks against your soft frame.

Being displeased about the fact that you were both fully clothed, you took matters into your own hands, leaning on your elbows to pull Arthur shirt over his head after you undid the first few upper buttons.

After mirroring the same action, Arthur slid his hand to your now exposed neck, sucking on skin next to it. He opted to slide his other down to your pants, bringing you closer by gripping the thin fabric, pressing your naked chests closer.

“Take off your clothes.” You managed to whisper in between hungry kisses.

A quiet chuckle rumbled through his chest before he obligated to your request, pulling down his pants propping himself on one arm that was placed next to head on the mattress.

While he was occupied with his, you took off your own, leading to the both of you exposing all of your skin. Placing your hands back on his neck, you pulled him down to you, your lips not being able to get enough of his.

Unhurried, Arthur slithered his hand down your stomach, moving it closer to your cunt. Once there, he cupped it gently, making you moan quietly as you thrusted your hip against it.

“Easy, sweetheart.” He grumbled, the feeling of his hand on your heat sucking the air from your chest.

Your lips brushed against the shell of his ear as he started to move his head down, a shaky groan rolling through his chest as a response.

Setting his hands on the back of your knees, Arthur flipped your legs up, moving an arm of his to hold them up with a single limb. The fresh air hit your warm cunt, causing you to bite your lip at not only the feeling but also on the sight in front of you. “Please.” You begged, tilting your head at the man who was keeping you in place.

The pecks he delivered to your inner thighs travelled closer and closer to where you wanted him, his eyes on you like a predator stalking his prey. He had never heard sounds as pretty as the ones you were giving him, begging to be touched. A thick finger of his swiped through your wet folds, wanting to hear your melodies again. “You’re already soaked for me, dove.” He rasped before putting his face closer to you, his beard tickling your delicate skin. It did not take his tongue long to find your bundle of joy, flicking it continuously, making you close your eyes and lean your head back into the cushions.

“God, Arthur.” You moaned, your voice getting higher from the way your nerves were getting tickled by the sensation.

“Ya taste so good.” He murmured, crawling back up to you to engulf you in another heated kiss, demanding you to taste yourself on his tongue. Arthur began to sink his middle finger into you, deepening the kiss for only a split second before he propped himself back up, staring into your eyes to make sure it felt okay. “This alright, sweetheart?”

You nodded, letting out small gasps in a pathetic attempt to respond to him.

Arthur cooed at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you squirmed. “Don’t gotta talk. That nod’s good enough. Lemme take care of ya.” His voice got lower and lower with each word, the lust in his body taking over. The finger inside you was curled now, pulling small moans from you. For him, the sounds you were making came straight from heaven. Why did the two of you refuse this for so long?

“I need you inside me.” You cried softly, moving your hips faster against his hand.

“Easy, now.” Arthur rebuked, pulling his hand out of you, causing you to let out a whine. “Ya wanna take me already?”

Giving yourself a small moment to think about his question, you shook your head, making Arthur tilt his head. “I wanna taste you as well.” You demanded, pushing his body off you to put yourself on all fours.

Arthur was now on his knees, allowing you to take control for the meantime. His already hard cock was in front you, throbbing and asking to be touched in any way. As you put a hand on his dick, Arthurs hands travelled to your hair, holding it back and out of your face to allow himself to have no blockage of the view. With eyes set on his blue ones, you licked a trail from his base to his tip, causing Arthur to let out a low moan as he leaned his head back. After all the years of torment and stress his body has been going through, this was needed; badly.

You wrapped your lips around his cock, focusing on the tip when you swirled your tongue as you bopped your head. Your hand was travelling along on his cock, making sure to stroke what you were not able to fit into your mouth.

“You’re a pretty little thing, ain’t ya? Good girl.” Arthur cussed, the breath in his voice hitching as you kept sucking him off.

As a reply you hummed around him, Arthur whimpering at the sound of it.

“Just lemme-“ Arthur noted, placing a hand on the back of your neck while the other found his way below your chin. “Keep yer mouth open for me, darlin’, alright?”

You looked up at him, nodding once to let him know whatever was coming was okay for you. You noticed the hesitation in him. Arthur required your approval for every single thing he wished to do. The poor man had been through so much in his life. This was a way for you to let him release it all. If anyone deserved it, it was Arthur.

With your permission, he started to thrust into your mouth, the action creating vulgar sounds that filled the hotel room.

“Got the prettiest little throat.” Arthur groaned, saying the words in between the fast thrusts he was doing. He licked his lips once before moderately slowing them down, only to push your head further into him, letting go of you once you gagged. A trail of spit remained glued from his cock to your lips when you pulled back, his eyes darkening with craving at the sight of it.

After collecting your breath, you looked up at the man from your hands and knees, flashing a big smile and biting your bottom lip.

“Ya really like this, don’t cha?”

You hummed in approval, a hand of yours pumping his cock, refusing to leave it without any attention. “Now, I want you inside of me.”

As a reply, Arthur flipped you onto your back again, one single hand holding both of your legs up by the back of your knees. He first placed a thumb on your clit, skillfully rubbing a figure eight against the sensitive patch.

The eye contact you both remained could turn anyone primal. Sucking air in between your teeth, you moaned his name, needy to feel his cock in you.

Once he removed his hand from your heat, Arthur soaked in the view from your wet folds, this angle allowing him to take in each pore.

In protest from the lack of touch, you slid your own hand down your body, rubbing yourself with three fingers.

Instead of fighting for the control, Arthur simply watched your hand, enjoying the sight of your delicate fingers rubbing against your glistening body. “No art of yers is gonna be able to touch the beauty of this.”

You giggled at his words, your heartbeat speeding up as he propped himself up, licking his own hand for some lubrication to rub it on his tip before pumping his shaft a few times. Once he contacted your skin, he rubbed himself against your soaked cunt. As he sank himself slowly into you, you hissed at the feeling of being stretched out by the man you were in love with. To get him closer to you, you put a hand on the back of his neck, forcing him to lean his forehead against yours as he disappeared in you, inch by inch, letting out a long and low groan as he did.

“Atta girl,” He breathed out, the large hand he had placed on your legs now gripping tighter onto the thin skin there. “Takin’ me so good already.”

“You feel so good.” You moaned out, pupils wide and mouth hanging open at the filling feeling of him inside you. Your pulse was now at its high, your heart feeling like it could burst out of your chest.

Arthur placed several light kisses on your legs, hip hips now slowly going back and forth, watching his cock get more soaked with each time he pulled back of you. After a while of repeating this, he struggled with holding himself back from gaining speed, asking you if it was alright for him to take things faster. With a nod and still the deep stare into his eyes, he began to pick up pace to a more relentless one, pumping his cock into you, setting a pace that was rough, yet not animalistic.

The pressure in your abdomen continued to boil, the speed of his thrusts being exactly what you needed. The desperation in your moans and whines built themselves up, your legs squirming more and more, causing Arthur to grip your body painfully now to keep himself steady and to not crush your frame with his weight.

A hand that Arthur previously had on your breasts, moved down to your clit once more, rubbing the spot gently, yet rapid.

Your thighs began to shake, a hand of your own now shutting your own mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet from the amount of pleasure Arthur was giving to you.

“You’re okay.” Arthur groaned, a hint of desperation behind his voice, nipping at the skin on your calves as you continued to shake.

Loud cries escaped your mouth as his thumb rubbed the circles faster and faster. With a whine of his name your walls clenched around his cock, tightly wrapping it.

To allow you to come down from your high, Arthur stopped his thrusts, letting go of your legs to lean down to kiss your closed eyelids which were fluttering. “Ya alright?” He asked, doing his best to keep his movements as minimal as possible while being buried deep in you.

You nodded, smiling at him. “Want you to come inside me.”

Arthur smirked at you, moving his body in a way that allowed you to spread your legs only for you to wrap them around his core. The feeling of your legs tight against him caused him to go back to his relentless speed in a matter of seconds, eliminating the quiet moment you just had, filling the air again with the sound of skins slapping and your frantic cries.

“W-want you to fill me up.” You managed to say in between your euphoria, and that was all that Arthur needed to convince him.

With a couple more bruising thrusts he buried himself to a halt, emptying himself in hot intervals into you, groaning loudly. Arthur lazily leaned his forehead to yours, smiling at you with his eyes closed. “Jesus.”

“Not quite.” You giggled, making him roll his eyes at your comment. When he tried to remove himself, you shut your legs tighter around him, silently asking him to stay buried in you for only a little bit longer.

Arthur wrapped his arms around you, puling you closer to him, lingering kisses all over your face.

You brushed your nose against his when he travelled his lips from one side to another, forcing a bigger smile from him.

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#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #paint away #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan x you

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the-fiction-witch · 2 days

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Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Sweet Word Count - 748

As the night deepened, Aegon kept a watchful eye over Orion any time he so much as wiggled Aegon was there looming over the crib. Although his own eyes were tired and heavy, he diligently remained by the baby's side. When it reached the hour of the wolf, Aegon gently picked up Orion and carried him into the bedroom and gently began to awake Y/n, just as promised. He knew she must be feeling exhausted and did feel bad for waking her but he didn’t want to call the milk maid in to feed baby Orion without at least asking Y/n how she felt about it given Orion had only been at Y/n’s breast since birth. "Y/n, it's time... Orion is hungry," he said gently, his voice soft but determined.

She yawned and sat up in bed a little she rubbed her eyes and opened her arms for the baby almost as instinct,

Aegon nodded and carefully placed Orion in her arms. The baby let out soft mewling noises, clearly hungry. As she took Orion into her embrace, Aegon positioned a pillow behind her back to provide some additional support. He knew that feeding time could be physically demanding, especially after giving birth and he sat himself down on the bed ready to help out any more if needed,

she sighed and pulled down her dress, it took a good few attempts to get Orion to latch to her breast but finally the baby began to drink and she sat trying to relax but her eyes squeezed tight from the pain

Aegon watched as she struggled to nurse Orion. He could see the pain etched on her face as the baby latched on. It was evident that the process was not easy, and he felt a pang of guilt for not being able to fully understand the pain she was going through. He gently rubs her back and trying to provide some comfort. "Is there anything I can do to help, or anything you need?" He asked softly, genuinely,

"you could grow breasts that would help," she joked in her tried state,

Aegon chuckled softly, "Ah, I'm afraid that's not in my power. If I could grow breasts and feed our son, I would do so in a heartbeat." He continued to gently rub her back, offering what little solace he could provide during this moment. "I wish I could take some of this pain away from you."

"It's alright it shall only get easier," she said, "Could you fetch me a drink I should really drink when he feeds so it has time before the next feeding I don't want little boy to find the teats are tapped out,"

Aegon chuckled lightly at the request, nodding in agreement. "Of course, I'll fetch you a drink. Do you have any preferences or should I just bring you something sweet and warm?" He carefully rose from his seat, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder before making his way out of the room to fetch you the desired beverage.

"Whatever you have… but wine would be nice. Strong wine"

Aegon smiled at her request for strong wine, appreciating the straightforwardness. He quickly made his way to the nearby table and made a goblet up of strong wine. As he walked back to the room, he couldn't help but chuckle a little at the sight. His wife sitting there nursing a small infant, so he hands the goblet over, "There you go... strong and intoxicating just as you wanted."

“Thank you, Your Grace,” She nodded immediately drinking about half of the goblet,

“You don’t have to call me that, you’re my wife, mother of our child,” He told her,

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, just Aegon,”

“Yes, you- Aegon.” She nodded, “Ohh all done, he wasn’t as hungry as he thought he was,” she said taking Orion away,

“I’ll take him,” he smiled happily taking little Orion again and wiping the milk from his mouth, “oh look at you, milk all down yourself,” He chuckled, “he really is like a little drunk,”

“Umm he’ll be milk drunk now, needs burping and a nap,”

“Alright, I’ll burp him and put him down. You get some more rest,”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure, you rest I’ll handle him.” he smiled kissing her cheek before he puts Orion on his shoulder and behind to burp the baby on his way back to the main part of their chamber,

“Aegon?”

“Yeah?” He turned,

“Be gentle,”

“I will I promise,”

“And… thank you,”

“You’re very welcome Y/n,” He blew her a kiss before closing the bedroom door,

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collapsedglasshouses · 1 day

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HEAVEN KNOWS I AIN'T GETTING OVER YOU || Joakim Karlsson x fem!Reader

picture found on pinterest

PAIRING: ex-husband!Jolly x fem!reader

SUMMARY: When Jolly visits you unannounced on a Tuesday night, you have no idea what it leads to.

WARNINGS: SMUT [oral sex, female receiving; unprotected p in v], possessive!jolly, ANGST, jolly and reader have a daughter together (y/d/n), MDNI, 18+

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @jilliemiw86 @justeli6 (If you wanna be added to the story's taglist or to my taglist in general, leave a comment or message me privately!)

A/N: i wrote this in one sitting and i'm so proud of it that i can't hide it for one second longer. i hope you like it! also this isn't proofread, im very sorry ._.

MASTERLIST

[y/d/n = your daughter’s name]

You thought the hardest thing you had ever done in your entire life was the process of deciding to file for divorce from your ex-husband Jolly, but he had proven you wrong. It was that he had signed the papers without an argument or fight. He had just done it.

It had stung, how he came back from a long tour, saw the papers laying on the kitchen counter and just signed them. It hurt but you also knew it was for the best. That he didn’t fight with you was hard, but it also made it in some ironic way easier.

Since you had a daughter together, he came over only on the weekends when he was home from touring and normally, he’d only pick up your daughter and leave again; not really much conversation going on between you except the necessary small talk. He was a good father and human after all, and you were glad for that.

After some time, routine came back and somewhat everything began to feel normal again. You began to date again, and Jolly seemed to live his life to the fullest. You were happy for him.

That changed when your doorbell rang on a Tuesday evening. You were sitting on the couch watching TV when you heard the sound and for the first couple of seconds you thought about not opening the door. After all, it was almost 8 PM and you were kind of scared there would be someone trying to break in or hurt you, but when it rang again you became curious.

“Joakim?” You asked surprised when you saw him standing there.

“Is it true?” He just asked and looked you dead in the eye.

“What?” You answered him confused. He looked like he hadn’t slept properly since he brought back your daughter two days ago.

“On the weekend, y/d/n said you were seeing someone.” He asked, his tone careful, yet you could sense some sort of hurt in his voice.

“Do you maybe wanna come in before you confront me about stuff that hasn’t got anything to do with you?” You grumbled at him in a sarcastic tone, which he ignored while stepping into the place you once called home together.

He walked into the living room, followed by you. There he crossed his arms in front of your chest and looked at you, disappointed.

“What do you want to here, Joakim? I don’t remember that we agreed to be abstinent for the rest of our lives.” You snarled at him and mirrored is gesture.

“Don’t you think it still hurts that I hear that from our daughter instead of you?” He responded in the same tone.

“I don’t know why you suddenly seemed to care.” You grumbled. “Since you didn’t show any interest in me for… how long is it now? One and a half years?”

“You didn’t even let me explain myself and threw the divorce papers at me. How do you think I feel?” He angrily expressed.

“I don’t even need to tell you this, but there is no other guy. I went on two dates. TWO dates, Jolly.” You answered him while ignoring how his statement stung. You knew it had been egoistic of you, but the months before the divorce, he either wasn’t at home or when he was, he didn’t even look at you. You felt unimportant, unloved, neglected. And now he was throwing around these statements. You wished he had done it earlier. You wished he would have opened up to you. The fact that he only did it because he saw the potential danger of another person in your life, hurt you so much.

Jolly took a deep breath. “I feel like we never even talked about this whole separation.”

“You were the one who didn’t ask when I handed you the papers, Joakim.” You said, your tone a lot calmer than it had been before but you still were angry. You were glad that your daughter was having a sleepover at a friend's house that night, otherwise she would have already been downstairs.

When Jolly didn’t say anything for another solid minute, you sighed.

“Don’t you think it is a bit too late to talk now?” You mumbled defeated and ran a hand through your hair. “I hope you know that I didn’t do that to hurt you. We both know it would have ended way uglier if we dragged it out longer than it already had been.”

You saw how Jolly swallowed hard.

“You know I still love you?” He almost whispered and let his hands fall to his sides. When you looked at him like that, he almost looked broken… defeated. For the first time since what felt like ages, you felt like he let his guard down. Like he wasn’t trying to hide his feelings away.

“I know, Jolly.” You answered him. “And I also know that a part of me still loves you and always will, but we both know that this isn’t going to work. At least not like this.”

He slowly took a step towards you, carefully watching your reaction. When you didn’t look reluctant or took a step back, he reached for your hand and grabbed it.

“I am so sorry that all of this happened. I thought about everything that had happened. Long before the divorce. I know how cruel I was to leave you in the dark. To not talk to you when I needed nothing but your comfort. I thought that I would get through everything by myself.” He told you with honesty in his voice.

“You didn’t have to go through everything alone. That is what a marriage is for, Jolly. I would have been more than happy to help you. I still am if you need me.” You whispered out and looked into the eyes of the man you had and still loved so dearly, and you felt how your heart hurt.

“I always need you, y/n. I need you so bad.” Jolly responded and you saw how his eyes became glossy. Without even thinking you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him tightly. You felt how tears started to form in your eyes and it broke your heart when you heard him sniffle for a second.

When you leaned back to look at him, there was this foolish hope in your heart. The hope that you would be able to find back to each other. But your brain knew, even if you did eventually manage to do that, now was not the right time for it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jolly asked and you felt warmth form in your stomach. You knew you should have said no. You knew you should have been strong, but you still nodded.

Your lips met with a ferocity born from years of unspoken words and yearning. The taste of his mouth a bittersweet reminder of everything you had lost.

It felt like you kissed for an eternity and still, when you pulled away, it felt like it wasn’t long enough. You missed him. You missed everything about him, from his small jokes to the way it felt when you fell asleep next to him. He was what made this house a home.

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered against his lips, and he nodded. Before he could even think about letting you go, you pressed your lips against his for a second kiss. This one being much more eager than the previous one.

Slowly but surely, you stumbled towards the couch and soon you were laying under him, lips still connected as if life depended on it. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss.

It didn’t take long until his fingers curled into the waistband of your shorts and panties. For a second, he leaned back to look for consent in your eyes. When you eagerly nodded, he tugged them down your legs.

He kissed you deeply before lowering himself down your body. You shivered when you felt his breath against your core and not even a second later you felt his warm tongue sliding through your folds. He drew skillful circles around your clit. A wave of warmth washed over you as you moaned out his name and it felt so wrong and so right at the same time. You had missed him so much.

Your hand reached for his and he was quick to intertwine your fingers. Your nails pressed into the skin on his hand as your back arched in pleasure.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He pleaded as he raised his head for a second to look at you through his lashed and you felt like you could come on the spot.

“I’m yours, Joakim. I always will be.” You whimpered out and it was all he needed to hear as his head lowered again.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the waves of your orgasm washing over you, as you screamed out his name. Your vision blurred for a second as you came on his tongue. He kissed the inside of your thighs until you slowly came down from your high, before he came up to look at you again.

You grabbed his face and kissed him with such force, he feared to collapsed right on the spot. You could taste yourself on his tongue and the feeling of the fabric of his jeans against your naked cunt made you shiver in overstimulation.

In a swift motion, he turned you on your stomach and you heard how he unzipped his pants. The next thing you felt was hot kisses pressed to the back of your neck and you sighed in need. You needed to feel him, even if it was the last time.

“Do you have a condom?” He groaned into your ear.

“You don’t need one, Joakim. I’m clean and on the pill.” – “Got it.”

You clenched your fists into the fabric of the couch as you felt him enter you. A delicate burn formed inside of you as he stretched your walls. He was gentle but still you let out a small yelp as he bottomed out in one stroke. The small groan that escaped from Jolly’s lips, let you clench around him for a moment.

“God.” He moaned. “I wish I could stay inside of you forever.”

You moaned as a response.

“I’ll make you mine, even if it’s the last time.” He groaned as he slung an arm around your torso, making you slightly sit on him as he thrusted into you.

“I’ll be yours.” You whimpered and reached behind you to grab onto his hair. You moved in a rhythm as you felt the knot tighten in your stomach for a second time. One of Jolly’s hands travelled between your thighs and began to rub small circles on your wet clit.

“God, Jolly. I’m gonna come.” You almost screamed out.

“I’ve got you.” He breathed out as you felt the intense sensation of your second orgasm rolling over you. You felt how your body slowly lost strength, but you held yourself together for him.

You fell forward, leaning on your elbows as his hands grabbed your hips. Shortly after that you felt how he was twitching inside of you and he let out a loud groan as he finished inside of you, his cum filling you up until it began to drip. He grabbed the armrest of the couch in front of you to not let his weight drop on you as he mumbled out small love confessions.

For a couple of moments, neither of you dared to move. He peppered your shoulder with small kisses while you both tried to tame your breaths. Even though, you both didn’t want to, he eventually pulled out of you and got up, as you slowly laid down on your back.

After a minute or so he reappeared with a washcloth and gently cleaned you up, before helping you up from the couch and to the bathroom to go to the toilet.

After you finished and came back to the living room, he handed you your clothes and you both got fully dressed again, before looking at each other in awkward silence.

You knew what he was going to say, before he could even finish.

“Maybe, I should-…” – “Stay.”

He blinked a couple of times as his eyes lit up.

“Y/d/n isn’t coming back until tomorrow after school. You can stay.” You almost whispered and hoped he wouldn’t leave you in that state. “I want you to stay.”

“Okay.” He muttered and nodded slightly. “I will.”

As the two of you sat down on the couch, a wave of guilt washed over you. This was a forbidden taste of the past that only solidified the painful truth. You were bound by a love that could never be, at least not now…

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kidvoodoo · 14 hours

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Solitaire

The long drive from the airport passed by with a dizzying blur and Joost found himself barely taking in the scenery of the snowy streets, preferring instead to be captivated by the man in the back of the limo with him.

Käärijä. The upstart his own ex-boss had been complaining about not even a year ago. This was his savior and temporary bodyguard. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

‘He’s so much different than I pictured…’ he thought to himself. The man couldn’t be older than his early thirties, he was expecting some grizzled Fin with hard eyes and an even harsher demeanor, not an eccentrically stylish man with eyeliner, silver piercings and a bowl cut…

But the man, for all his oddities, was surprisingly warm.

He patched Joost up without question, risked his life and the lives of his people just to get the Dutchman out of danger. Joost doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand even in the slightest. He barely has a chance to process anything from the last twenty-four hours.

“Um,” he softly clears his voice, “I was gonna ask, where is a good place for me to lie low for a while? I have some cash I can use to pay rent…”

Käärijä looks at him with a puzzled expression, Joost shrinks a little under the stare.

“Why you need to rent? You coming to my place of course.”

Joost’s eyebrows shoot up and he nearly drops his glass of brandy.

“Wha-ah wait, I couldn’t do that, I would be bringing danger directly to you if I’m found out!”

The other man snorts a laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“You think I scared of old Dutch gangsters? They are afraid of me! Besides, you try and go into hiding and they probably find you anyway.” He shrugs nonchalantly, as if he hasn’t just declared war on the entire Western Mafia.

“They always gonna find you, but they are stupid to try and take you while I’m watching,” he grins, those sharp canines giving his expression a vicious edge.

“Not the first time they try and cross me, now their men underneath a frozen swamp in pieces.”

Joost swallows, he forgot for a moment this isn’t just an excitable newcomer with a deathwish, he’s the Nordic Crime Lord for a reason. You don’t get far in the Underworld if you can’t get your hands dirty and bare your teeth.

“Still…it’s an imposition. I can’t in good conscience accept more help from yo-“

“Shh! Enough.” He silences Joost with a sharp word. “I say you are coming with me, you are staying at my compound. It is safest place in Finland I promise.”

Käärijä leans forward and fixes his gaze on Joost, much softer than before.

“Tommy doesn’t vouch for a lot of people. I hear you take two million from your former boss. I don’t know why you did it, maybe you need the money, but I do know a clever money man when I meet one.”

He smiles, he looks almost too sweet and genuine to have just been talking about butchered people and tossing their remains in a swamp.

“It take a lot of guts to do what you did Mr. Klein. We need people like you in the Union, if not as members, than at least allies.”

Joost drops his gaze to the ground.

“I didn’t steal the money for myself,” he says under his breath, ‘Am I really going to admit this right now?’

“What you do with it?”

“I emptied sixteen accounts and forwarded it over to INTERPOL, the two million is what the investigation is willing to discuss publicly.”

He looks up into Käärijä’s eyes and almost bashfully admits it.

“The total sum is around two Billion.”

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The rest of the journey was spent in silence, Käärijä seemed to adopt a more thoughtful demeanor as he no doubt was processing the depth of Joost’s gambit. He doesn’t blame the man, it still sounds absolutely absurd when he says it out loud.

Absurd, dangerous, stupid…

But does he regret it?

The scenery changes and it’s a while before Joost realizes they aren’t in Helsinki proper anymore. His abysmal grasp of the Finnish language isn’t helping as they pass sign after sign, the only one slightly recognizable is a larger sign displaying the name ‘Vantaa’.

Käärijä must have caught his puzzled look, as the man is beaming with pride when Joost turns to face him again.

“My city, my rules.”

Joost manages a shy smile of his own.

“I’ve always wanted to see Finland…didn’t think it would be like this of course.”

The gangster chuckles, Joost is caught off guard by the casual openness of it all.

“No worries, you gonna have a good time, a lot of fun things around here!”

“Have a good time fearing for my life you mean?” He means it in a joking way, but the concern on Käärijä’s face is evident.

“Hey, I promise you I keep you safe okay? I don’t break promises, and if I do? You can steal my money, I give you 10 seconds head start.” He winks and Joost can’t help but smile at the man, for someone supposedly so dangerous, he jokes around a lot.

A little while later the vehicle descends deeper into the city, the sky had quickly fallen dark and the twinkling lights of the streets and buildings illuminate the snowy walkways. The people are scarce on the streets, the occasional gaggle of pub-goers making their way around town seem unaffected by the cold and icy night.

“Here,” Käärijä says, tapping the glass of the window and gesturing outside. “This my place.”

Joost looks out the window at an imposing high rise building, towering twelve stories at least above the snow covered streets; It’s bright blue lighting casts a cold glow over the block, it’s massive, illuminated and worst of all, highly visible.

This…this is the hideout?!

The Finnish gangster grins and before Joost has a moment to process his now increasingly troubling situation, he’s being ushered out of the back of the car and into the frigid wintery night, up the short flight of stairs to the entrance where another bald gentleman in a black suit is waiting to open the door and welcome them inside.

His eyes adjust to the bright lights of the…lobby? The floors are a white marble and the walls equally as stark. Aside from a couple of comfortable and trendy looking leather couches, the ground floor is empty of any decorative features. At the back of the large room is a double set of silver elevator doors and sat in front of them is a concierge-type of desk. Its matte black surface stands out against the stark white room as does the figure sitting behind the desk.

Another bald man…could they be triplets? No, on further inspection Joost realizes they all seem to resemble each other, but not perfectly, not identically.

Brothers?

Joost startles and lets out an undignified yelp as the bald man who let them through the door grabs his shoulders and begins patting him down without a word.

“Hey! What are-“

“You really should have done this before he got in the car, Jere…”

Another presence startles him further causing the bald man to squeeze his shoulder threateningly.

“Be still.” The man growls. Joost freezes.

His attention is drawn back to a tutting noise, a taller blond man casually strolls up to the three, his hands in the pockets of his navy blue suit pants. He’s wearing a relaxed style shirt in crisp white and sports an easy grin. Around his neck is an expensive looking black camera, the man’s face looks…similar to-

“Jakko, relax. I don’t think Jere would let a spree shooter in the building, no matter how much of an air head he is.”

“Fuck off Mikke,” Käärijä snarls beside him, petulantly crossing his arms. “I know what I am doing.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” the blonde man winks at Joost and holds out his hand expectantly. “It’s lovely to meet you Mr. Klein, I’m Mikke, the boss’s older brother, welcome to the Union headquarters.”

The man grasps his hand for a firm albeit friendly greeting just as the bald man, Jakko apparently, digs out the meager belongings Joost had somewhat hidden in his suit’s inner pocket.

“H-Hey! That’s-“

He’s doesn’t have time to react before his wallet, phone and little vial of pills are passed off to Käärijä.

“We get you set up with secure phone card yes?” He says matter-of-factly, checking the edges of the device for any obvious tampering or bugging. “You smart to not turn it on yet.”

“Thanks I guess, but-“

“Mr Klein,” the blond man interrupts. “Look over here.”

Joost does, and is for the moment blinded by a flash of white light, having had his photo taken by the man’s black camera completely unexpectedly.

“Hey, wha-“

“For your fake ID, we’ll have it ready for you by tomorrow, also we can get you anything else document-wise within the next three days so please let me or any of the staff know! Good to meet you!” And without another word, the blond man is gone out the door behind him.

What the fuck is happening?!

“Come, let’s get upstairs okay? We have a lot of things to do before the night is over.” Käärijä says to him, passing his phone back but holding onto the wallet and pills.

He doesn’t have a moment to breathe or process anything as they make their way over to the elevators, a quick nod from the bald man at the front desk relays some unspoken information to the mafia boss and the sound of the elevator dinging echos in the empty lobby.

Loading into the elevator, Joost takes in the panel of floor numbers . Thirteen floors in total, one labeled as a basement beneath the building, the top floor button has a number pad next to it, off limits to anyone without the code.

“Fifty Euros? That’s all you have?” Käärijä asks in a shocked tone, he’s digging through Joost’ wallet now. “You say you have money for rent? This not enough!”

Joost moves to yank the wallet out of the Fins hand but one look from Jakko behind his dark shades and his hand lowers. He still resolves to clear his throat and holds out his palm in a gesture of polite request.

“May I please have my wallet back? There isn’t anything dangerous in there I promise, I shredded my ID and bank cards. I was planning on fencing some information for additional funds.”

Käärijä cocks a disbelieving eyebrow at that as he pulls out the only other thing in Joost’s wallet, an old folded up Polaroid.

“Wait! Please don’t-“ he begs, the gangster takes one look at Joost’s face and his desperate tone must have struck something, because the man is carefully tucking the photo back in and returning his wallet and phone.

“Sorry, Mikke was right I should have checked sooner.” His tone is apologetic and Joost sighs, pocketing his phone and wallet again.

“It’s…it’s fine, really. I understand you can’t be too careful in this business. And I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” He offers a shy smile, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Käärijä pats him on the shoulder and the elevator dings to announce their arrival to the eleventh floor, the silver double doors parting to reveal new space.

The space is huge, penthouse sized with clean looking floors and expensive, elegant furnishings. The lighting is studio style with the sliders able to accommodate whatever level of visibility is needed, for now it’s a soft glow that doesn’t strain the eyes. The windows are large and have a breathtaking view of the cityscape below, there is a full sized kitchen, an alcove off to side where the bedroom and bathroom must reside, a comfortable looking leather couch, a desk, dinner table and chairs, a frankly ridiculously large flatscreen tv…

It’s…very nice.

“Here it is!” Käärijä claps his gloved hands together and practically drags Joost into the space, his excitement evident. “We getting you a new laptop and there is plenty of food if you are hungry, oh! Here is the bedroom, you have a great view of the river, we get your phone working tomorrow don’t worry-“

Joost can’t help but sputter in amusement a little at the man’s energetic enthusiasm, for a moment he forgets he’s being hunted by the most dangerous gangsters in all of Western Europe and instead lets himself be whisked away by the gangster. He forgets he’s in the company of the man upheaving one hundred years of underworld tradition, he forgets, as he looks out the window of his new bedroom at the glittering lights of the city below, dots of yellow and gold reflecting off the snowy cityscape. He nearly gasps at the beauty in the night.

“You want to hang onto these?” Käärijä asks from behind him, Joost turns and sees the man holding his little bottle of pills, a soft yet sad look on his face.

“Oh, I…I guess I should.” Joost stammers, staring down at the two little pills. He nearly forgot he had these. His just-in-case. Last resort.

“You know,” Käärijä says quietly, taking a second to choose his words wisely. “I hope you can be comfortable here. I am sorry this all happening.”

“But my place is right above, you can use call button by elevator if you need anything, okay?”

Joost feels almost guilty in this moment, it’s obvious Käärijä knows what is in the bottle but he won’t say it aloud. The man has risked his life for him, taken him in and is using all his collected resources to protect him. And here Joost is taking back the bottle.

Like he would thank the man with the gift of his corpse.

“Um,” Joost begins, taking it all in. “I really do want to thank you. I don’t have…many friends out there, at least not many who would go out of their way to help me like this…”

You don’t have any friends anymore, you robbed them blind and put a target on your head.

“So if there is anything I can do to repay you, please let me know. I don’t want to just take something without returning in kind.”

Käärijä looks into his eyes and a smile blossoms on his face though the sadness in his eyes stays. He squeezes Joost’s hand, the bottle of pills a barrier between them but the warmth in there radiating through the leather glove he wears. Joost can’t help but blush a little.

“The only thing you need to do is relax now, we gonna take care of this okay? Tomorrow I give you actual tour of the place, we get your phone secure and get you ID card.” He gives Joost’s hand one last squeeze and then he’s heading towards the door, Jakko standing vigilantly by the elevator waiting for him.

Joost watches him go, the bottle still clenched in his hand. The glass is warm as is his palm.

The man gives one last wave goodbye before the elevator doors close and it begins to descend, leaving Joost in the quiet of his new residence.

He takes a minute to let it all sink in. In twenty-four hours, his life has completely shattered and was simultaneously reconstructed in an instant. From the moment he ended the phone call with Tommy, his heart hasn’t stopped pounding and the eventual adrenaline drain finally begins to make his body tremble.

He needs to sit down.

He all but collapses on the bed, his bed, with the dark blue duvet cover and soft looking white pillows and stared at the ceiling, feeling the manic fight-or-flight instinct dissolving in his blood.

Minutes passed, maybe hours. Joost’s mind calms and he takes in his surroundings properly. There is a bedside table with a small reading lamp, next to it is an ashtray with a pack of unopened cigarettes and a lighter.

It’s his usual brand.

He should probably be more concerned about that, how could Käärijä know that? If Tommy is their only mutual contact, a man he has only ever communicated with long distance, who did Käärijä have in place to know this information?

He’s too tired to care as he reaches over and opens the pack, shrugging off his suit jacket and carelessly tossing it on the floor. Lighting up a cigarette, he stares at the bandage on his hand, the non-functioning phone on the bed, the little bottle of pills…

The photo is old and creased, the edges of the Polaroid turning yellow with age. There is a skinny boy with a head of bright blond hair and a huge smile on his face, his front left tooth missing, his second baby tooth to go that year. His glasses are busted on one side, held together with tape and willpower alone. He sports a striped polo shirt that has grass stains all over it, a result of his recent roughhousing in the field behind his home. Behind him is a man giving holding up two fingers behind the boy’s head, a mocking bunny ears gesture and a jovial expression on his face. He shares the same jawline as the kid, same smile and same joy.

Joost exhales a plume of smoke and looks out into the darkness of the night, the sea of lights below seemed miles away.

What have I gotten myself into now?

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Hey! I am now posting this story on ao3! Come check it out and leave a comment if you like!

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massgenocide03 · 11 hours

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In Another Life- Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru

Chapter 3: Hug

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Geto opened his eyes to see a light shining over him.

Where was he?

He turned his head to avoid the glare, only to see Gojo sitting on a chair. Gojo's face was serious, lost in thought. He looked disheveled, his clothes unchanged, a scratch on his cheek, and dark circles under his eyes.

“Satoru…” Geto said softly, his mouth and body aching.

The moment Gojo heard Geto's voice, he sprang up from the chair. For a moment, he just stood there, silent. Then, in a flash, he was by Geto’s side. Without a word, he lay down next to him, resting his head on Geto’s chest as if listening for his heartbeat. Geto was the only person he would ever willingly turn his limitless off for, and nevertheless just to be able to touch him. Gojo was overwhelmed by a storm of emotions—relief, anger, sadness—but he tried to hide them so Geto wouldn't worry.

After a few minutes, Geto broke the silence.

“Get off of me, dumbass,” he muttered, bringing Gojo back to reality. It was like flipping a switch; Gojo's usual bubbly personality returned.

“Ha! You went down so easily, Suguru!” Gojo exclaimed. “This is why I’m the strongest, and you’re just the second strongest.”

Geto rolled his eyes. He knew Satoru was just trying to rile him up. Gojo was like a puppy, always trying to get his attention.

“Now tell me exactly what happened, Satoru.”

Gojo took a deep breath. “He banged your head on the concrete. There was a lot of bleeding, and I freaked out, and I was finally able to use Purple and I took him out, then rushed you to Shoko. She told me to collect his remains, but when I went back, they were gone.” His explanation was rushed and jumbled.

It took a moment for Geto to process everything Gojo said. “So we didn’t figure anything out. This is all my fault. If only I wasn’t so weak.”

Gojo said nothing. He knew Geto hated words of comfort. Instead, he walked to Geto’s bedside and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a firm embrace. Gojo's grip was strong yet gentle, his warmth seeping into Geto's body. He could feel the tension in Geto's muscles slowly ease. Gojo rested his chin on Geto's shoulder, his breath soft against his neck.

Before he knew it, Gojo was twirling a lock of Geto’s hair around his fingers. The familiar scent of sandalwood calmed him, grounding him in the moment. Gojo closed his eyes, savoring the contact, the steady rhythm of Geto’s heartbeat beneath his chest. He felt an immense wave of relief wash over him, knowing that Geto was alive and here with him.

Geto felt strange. Just a minute ago, he was consumed by failure, but in Satoru’s embrace, he felt a profound sense of safety. The warmth and solidity of Gojo's body against his own made him feel protected, as if nothing could touch him. In that moment, he didn’t need to do anything but exist, knowing Satoru was there with him.

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thedeathdeelers · 22 hours

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a quick silly drabble for @saltedsan based on this post

otter (on ao3)

“So, Sol-a,” Sunjae starts as he looks up from the script in his hands. “What do you think about dogs?”

Sol, who was snuggled into his side on the sofa, answers absent-mindedly with her eyes still glued to the TV.

“Dogs?”

Sunjae gently nudges her to get her full attention. “Yes, Dogs. A dog. A puppy.”

“Um,” she starts, before finally turning to look at him. “I..I’ve always liked dogs,” she says, “But my mom was allergic so we could never get one.” She pauses to think before resuming. “But I think I’ve always liked the idea of having a dog more than actually owning a dog, y’know?”

Sunjae stares at her for a moment, waiting to see if she realises her mistake.

But all Sol does is stare up at him expectantly, eyes wide and sweetly innocent.

“I think I’m probably more of a cat person anyway,” she adds, shrugging.

Huh.

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Sol grins at him when he doesn’t say anything back, before turning her attention back to the TV.

Sunjae sits quietly for a beat before trying again.

“So then what about Otter?”

Sol, who had already gotten fully immersed in her show again looks up at Sunjae, eyes slightly unfocused.

“Otter? Who’s otter?” she asks.

“You know,” Sunjae waves his hand in front of them before draping it back around her shoulder, tucking her back in under his arm. “Otter, your childhood dog.” Sol’s face doesn’t change, the layer of confusion still very much there.

“The one who loved swimming.”

Sol’s bottom lip twitches.

“The one you compared me to in high school.”

Sunjae can see the moment she remembers, memories flooding in as understanding dawns in her eyes even as she tries very hard to keep a straight face.

“O-o-of course he- he was real,” she finally stutters out, laughing a little too loudly as she tries to scoot away from him. “Why- why would you ask?”

Sunjae stares at her for a long moment, head tilting to the side as Sol squirms under his gaze, eyes looking at anything but him.

She was avoiding his eyes — she knew he knew.

“Sol.”

She doesn’t budge, eyes now fixed on the TV even though he knew she wasn’t registering anything happening on the screen.

“Sol-a,” he tries again, this time in a sing-song tone.

Still nothing — only her fingers nervously fiddling with the frayed edge of her sweater giving her away.

Sunjae smirks, knowing he’s got her.

He turns his body to face her, arms coming down to cage her in — wrapping one arm around her waist from the back while his other rests on her thighs.

He feels her jump slightly at his touch.

Leaning in closer so that they were at the same eye level, Sunjae waits until Sol crumbles under the pressure and turns to look at him, gulping nervously in the process.

“So let me get this straight,” he says, finger tapping against her thigh. “You had me think that I reminded you, the girl I was crazy for, of a dead fictional dog all throughout our last year of high school?”

Sol doesn’t react for a moment, until he sees the tiniest of nods.

“All because you’re terrible at thinking on the spot?”

Sol hesitates, mouth opening as if to defend herself, only to snap it shut at the dubious stare Sunjae was sending her way.

She nods again.

Sunjae doesn’t really know how to react — he’d always suspected she had come up with that story just to dodge any time travelling related information, but there was always a tiny part of young Sunjae that worried he was too ‘puppy-like’ for her to take him seriously.

Sunjae snorts at the thought, almost rolling his eyes at his young self.

They were both just as bad as the other.

He focuses his attention back on Sol, who was still staring at him wide-eyed.

“I swear it was- I only did it to- I wasn’t lying about being a fan!!” She finally gets out with a worried expression on her face as her eyes search his for a sign of..something.

Sunjae relents at the sight of her genuine worry, sighing dramatically as he pulls back.

“Sol, we really need to work on your acting,” he says, shaking his head.

“M-my acting? Why-“

“And we really should discuss your naming skills.”

“I-“

“But for now, we should probably think of a punishment.”

“A- a..a what?” she asks, eyes widening at his words.

Sunjae grins at her, leaning forward as she tries to move away from him, only to pounce on her the second her back hits the sofa cushion.

The first he hears are her giggles, his favourite sound in the world.

And then comes the pleading, his fingers digging into her sides as she breathlessly begs him to relent.

He loved that she was ticklish.

His torturing session doesn’t last long, as he soon takes pity on her, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before sitting back up, pulling her along with him.

He watches her as she tries to catch her breath, her face glowing with rose-tinted cheeks.

Sunjae feels his heart constrict, still unable to believe she was truly his.

He waits until she’s calmed down, fanning herself in an attempt to cool down; waits until she turns around to scold him-

Before ducking back in towards her to give her a quick peck, successfully cutting her off.

“Sunjae-a!” She gets out, a half-hearted scowl on her face as she struggles to keep the smile off her face.

God, he loved her. Terrible acting and all.

Sunjae gets up from the sofa, leaving a confused Sol behind, only to turn around and scoop her up in his arms, the sounds of her surprised laugh filling up the apartment.

“What are you-“

But he doesn’t let her finish her sentence, cutting her off by pressing a kiss to her cheek.

With a wide grin stretching wider across his face by the second, Sunjae walks around the sofa and carries the love of his life towards their bedroom.

It only takes Sol a second to realise where he was taking her, slapping him once on the chest before giving in, her shy and scandalised giggles following them all the way to bed.

#hope this is kinda what you were looking for???#hope you like it!!!#lovely runner #might post this to ao3 but idk #lovely runner fics #soljae #ryu sun jae #im sol #i lost the plot #towards the end but you get it…::

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Oh, You’re Breaking My Heart

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ MINORS DNI! Fingering, squirting, profanities, mentions of death, eating out, handjob, inexperienced reader. Fluff, heart to heart.

Authors note: so sorry for the delay! I’ve been so caught up in school work… but beware there’s lots of smut involved in this so YEAAAAAAH… enjoy!!!

Chapter 4: Hope.

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You couldn't stop thinking about that day, that feeling, and Billy Hargrove. These thoughts were on a constant loop in your mind, becoming all-consuming. They emerged while in the shower, in bed, and even during conversations with Steve. The characters in your novel even began to borrow his face. Was this an obsession? Had you gone mad?

You haven't seen him since that day. Now, his moans, groans, the taste of his lips, and that earth-shattering climax are overwhelming your thoughts in class, with him just two seats away.

The tension was evident.

He continually stole glances at you, causing an insatiable desire to stir between your thighs. You craved more and your mind wouldn't rest until you had it.

The bell rang, and everyone rushed out of class, including you, hastily packing your things in hopes of catching him. But you lost him in the sea of students. Huffing in frustration, you headed towards your locker. Before you could even process it, you were being pulled into the janitor’s closet. Panic overtook you until you saw who it was.

“Jesus Christ, Billy, you scared me!” you whisper-yelled, smacking his chest.

He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you closer to his chest. “I’ve missed you, sweet thing,” he murmured before smashing his lips into yours.

“Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he said through the fervent kiss. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You’re so glad the feeling is mutual.

“Me either,” you breathed into his mouth. The two of you continued for a few minutes, losing yourselves in the kiss. The second bell rang, signaling that you were now late to sixth period.

His hands started to roam your body, squeezing your breasts and then your ass. The touch ignited a fire within you, and you let out a couple of moans, becoming even more hot and bothered than before.

The desire was evident. It felt as if you needed to breathe each other in, or you’d both die.

“You have to be quiet, sweetheart, or someone will hear us,” he whispered between the clashing of tongues.

Your heart started to beat in your chest, he’s right being caught means consequences and you’ve worked so hard to fix your record. Being friends with Tommy and Carol did a number on your school record. Suspensions, write-ups, and multiple detentions. Being caught was something you couldn’t afford.

“You’re right, I have to get to class” you said taking a deep breath trying to calm the pleasure that surged through your body.

It was addicting, he was addicting.

He kept kissing your neck, then licked a stripe from it to your ear, swirling your earlobe with his tongue causing you to shudder under his touch.

Maybe the consequences would be worth it?

“You’re already late honey, let me at least make it up to you,” he whispered in your ear.

“How’re you going to make it up to me?”

Billy swiftly turned you around so your backside was pressed to his chest, “Can I show you?” He whispered in your ear again.

Fuck it.

You closed your eyes and nodded yes and he unbuttoned your jeans sliding them just above your knees and then he shoved his hand in your underwear and touched you where you longed for him the most.

You were soaking for him, aching for him, for his touch, for his presence. He was intoxicating.

You started to moan loudly which then prompted him to use his free hand to cover your mouth. He gathered the slick from your entrance and used it to rub slow circles in your clit. “You’re soaking my fingers baby,” he said in your ear and you don’t know why but the warmth of his breath on your ear made you whimper.

“I’m gonna put my fingers in baby, it might sting a bit so let me know if I need to stop,” your heart rate started to pick up, you were nervous but the pleasure you felt overpowered it.

His fingers poked your entrance and you tightened your grip on his wrist letting, his fingers were thick, really thick.

“Ngh it hurts Billy,” you said removing his hand from your mouth, “They’re almost in honey but I can stop if you want?” You really didn’t want to stop so your nodded your head at him to keep going and he did. His fingers started to slip further and further in your tight sopping hole.

The pressure felt good, unlike anything you’ve felt before and you moaned when he pumped out then pushed back in.

“Youre doing so good,” he praised. He started to pick up his pace, everything was sloppy wet down there which made everything much more erotic. “Billy I can’t stay quiet, ah, it feels too good,” you moaned, he quickly put a hand over your mouth and pumped faster, your knees started to buck as the pleasure consumed you.

“Shes taking my fingers well, do you hear how wet you are hmm? Is this all because of me?” He groaned in your ear, he was right it was all because of him, but you couldn’t vocalize that at the moment, all you could do was moan into his hand blissed out from pleasure.

The noises of your pussy were embarrassing, the squelching, your muffled moans, the hot of Billy’s breath in your ear was too much everything was too much.

It was becoming hard to stand with your knees almost giving out and the overwhelming sensation of you needing to pee hit you making you run away from his fingers.

You snatched his hand off your mouth. “Billy, I feel like I-I need to pee,” you cried breathlessly, trying to wiggle away from him. Confusion swept over you as he started to go faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly, and your moans grew louder and louder. “Let go, just let go, baby, it’s okay,” he groaned once again in your ear.

Your eyes started to roll back and you felt like jello.

You let out the most pornographic moan out of your mouth and your first orgasm couldn’t compare to this one. No, not at all, your mind went blank, and your ears started to ring and your body convulsed Billy hunched over preventing you from collapsing as you came undone.

“That’s it, baby. Oh, fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he chuckled, feeling like he was about to explode in his jeans.

God, he was so done for. You were it for him. There was nobody else he wanted in the world but you. As you squirted all over his fingers, all over yourself, he realized this was something he’d never experienced before. Sure, he’d made women feel good; it was his expertise. But with you, there was more to it. You actually felt something for him other than just wanting a quick fuck. There were feelings involved. Longing.

You were no longer on this planet; you were somewhere else entirely. When you opened your eyes, you were brought back to reality, out of breath. But the chuckle that came out of Billy’s mouth snapped you out of it.

“You’re gonna be really, really late to 6th period now,” you furrowed your eyes in confusion until you felt the wetness dripping down your legs—the wetness that soaked your underwear and seeped into the denim of Billy’s jeans.

“Oh my gosh…” you paused, looking at how soaked everything was. “Oh my fucking gosh! Billy, how the fuck am I supposed to clean this up?!” Your panic was evident, and it only made Billy laugh even more.

“What even was that?! Did you put some shit on your fingers to make me pee or something?” you asked, your eyes bulging out of your head.

God, you are so it for him, he thought, feeling both overwhelmed and amused by the situation.

“Y/n, baby, does this look like pee to you? Does it smell like pee?” No, it most certainly did not, you thought, but if it wasn’t pee, then what was it? “You squirted, I made you squirt,” he said proudly, as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

“Squirt?” You questioned, geez you were in desperate need of girl time with Nance and Rob.

“Yes, my fingers hit a spot in you that caused you to do that, your g-spot,” he explained.

You still didn’t know what you were going to do and him? He couldn’t go to class like that.

“And some shit on my fingers? To make you squirt?” He scoffed. “Baby, my fingers are the shit,” he said smugly, still infuriating, still such an infuriating bastard.

You rolled your eyes and used your pants to wipe the floor of your juices. When you tried to grab Billy’s hand to wipe his, he snatched it away from you.

“Aht aht” Billy tsked bringing up his fingers to his mouth to lick the juices off of them, he closed his eyes and savored your taste sucking on each finger, your stomach did somersaults.

“Mmm so sweet,” he groaned. “Wanna taste?” He asked.

“S’nothing left on your fingers,” you squeaked. He then brought you closer to him, like he did earlier, looking deep into your eyes, and reached his hand down to gather what was left of your taste from you. You hissed, still feeling extremely sensitive.

He then brought his fingers to your mouth prompting you to suck on his fingers and you obliged happily.

Billy hissed as you sucked his digits. He looked as if he was in pain.

“S’wrong?” You asked innocently, doe eyes starting into his seductive blue ones. “You okay?”

“Im about to explode sweetheart,” he chuckled motioning down to his pants, you looked into his eyes before reaching a hand to feel him.

He hissed and you gasped.

“It’s really hard,” you whispered, testing the waters.

“S’your fault” he croaked.

You started to palm him through his jeans, it relieved some pressure, but not enough. You were still naked from the waist down surprisingly not uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a humming whistle was coming from outside the door. It didn’t sound close, but it was getting closer.

Your eyes went wide. It sounded like the janitor was approaching.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, rushing to put on your panties but Billy snatched them from you before you can out them on and stuffed them in the back of his pockets.

“For safekeeping” he shrugged, you rolled your eyes. He was completely unfazed by the situation. Your heart was leaping out your chest right now.

Your jeans were drenched. Completely soaked.

“We’re gonna have to make a run for it sweets,” Billy said matter of factly, “You don’t wanna show up to 6th period like that do you?” He said looking down at your pants.

You didn’t wanna run out of school, you didn’t wanna risk getting caught, and you didn’t want to miss 6th period but…

"Whew okay, okay," you took deep breaths, rolled up your sleeves, and prepared to run. Billy's hand was on the doorknob, ready to swing the door open so you could run out first.

"Ready... set... go!" With the count of three, the closet door was flung wide open. You burst out, running as if chased by the very hounds of hell, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. Billy trailed close behind, his own flight spurred by the same wild measure of adrenaline that fueled your own.

“Hey! HEY! You damn kids, stay out of my closet!” The janitor's voice echoed through the empty school corridors, his futile attempts to catch up with you adding a sense of comedy to the situation. His words hung in the air, but they were no match for the sound of your laughter. Billy was already caught in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, his shoulders shaking with each chuckle. You could not help but join him, your laughter ringing out as pure and infectious as his.

With the janitor still trailing behind, you made a mad dash for the exit. The school doors, usually a symbol of routine and order, were now your gateway to freedom. You pushed them open with a force that echoed your adrenaline-fueled excitement.

The sight of Billy's car waiting just outside was a beacon of safety. With the taste of rebellion still fresh and the sound of your laughter still lingering, you ran towards it, leaving the echoing protests of the janitor behind you.

"Come on, we have to hurry! Unlock the car!" You called out to Billy, your voice laced with impatience. Billy, quickly fumbled with the keys and with a swift motion, he unlocked the doors and you both hurriedly clambered into the safety of the vehicle.

Billy stepped on the pedal and sped out of the school parking lot the sound of his tires were heard by everyone. You seen out the corner of your eye that the basketball team ran towards the gates in a commotion to see what was going on. You seen Steve too with a look on his face that you couldn’t read.

“Whew that was a close one huh?!” Billy whooped with laughter. He was still pressing on the gas, going well over the speed limit. Left hand was gripping the wheel and his other was resting on your thigh which never failed to make your stomach flutter.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing a feeling you hadn’t felt in a very long time. It almost felt foreign, like a dream.

Who knew a singular person, a boy, could bring you so much joy, so much excitement? It almost felt silly and you wanted so badly to scold yourself for this because it felt like you were setting yourself up for failure. Relying on someone for happiness or depending on someone for happiness was a set up for heartbreak.

But in the end, even if heartbreak did happen, it would all be worth it. Even if things didn’t work out, even if he broke your heart or you broke his, it would still be worth it. Yet, you didn’t want that to happen. You didn’t want this to end, and you didn’t want to hurt each other.

“You okay?” Billy asked, squeezing your thigh in the process, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You brought your doe eyes, which Billy thought were so full of light, up to meet his blue ones.

“Don’t break my heart Billy Hargrove,” you said almost in a whisper. Billy chuckled and looked back towards the road.

Billy’s thoughts had been consumed with you more than anyone else in his life. Like you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. The childlike excitement you brought out in him, his inability to contain his smile and laughter around you—it all made you unforgettable. You reminded him of everything he always thought was beautiful. You were imperfect like him but constantly striving for perfection, to make things right, to fix things, and he admired that. You were hope, the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. His life was the dark tunnel, and you were the light.

Even if he didn’t handle things well with his father or even with you that night, you being there on the hood of his car, looking up at the stars, changed everything for him.

At times, he even chuckles at the absurdity of it all, hearing Neil’s voice in his head labeling these newfound feelings for you as pathetic and warning of eventual heartache. It made Billy struggle, torn between his emotions and “the voice of reason” echoing in his mind.

“Don’t break mine.” He replied softly

After that, you two rode in silence, music blaring through his radio, while he lightly tapped his fingers on the now semi-dry thigh of your pants.

A few moments later you arrived at the front of your house. Dad still wasn’t home, no surprise there, and you really didn’t want Billy to go home.

You gathered your things, hand on the handle of the car and you turned around with a smile on your face like you had the brightest idea ever before exiting his car completely.

“You wanna come in?”

The house was quiet and lonely—the first two things that came to Billy’s mind. It reminded him of the houses he had lived in with his father.

But it was tidy, with nothing out of place, and it smelled just like you—clean and rosy. He picked up a picture frame. In the photo, there were three people: a lady who looked a lot like you, a man, and a little girl with pigtails and missing front teeth, smiling as if life were the greatest gift. The lady and the man looked less lively, even tired, and their smiles seemed forced.

“You live alone or something?” Billy called out as you disappeared into the hallway of your house.

He had never seen anyone besides you going in and out of this house. No other cars, just Steve’s from time to time, Eddie’s, and Nancy’s.

“Come over here!” you yelled from your room. You quickly changed into a pair of shorts and threw your pants into the dirty hamper. You also scrambled to tidy up any noticeable mess in your room.

You heard Billy’s boots hit the wooden floor, and each step made your belly jump with excitement. Sure, having boys over was nothing new, but having a boy you actually liked over was something special.

Seeing him at the door of your room was, I don’t know, it was a feeling your couldn’t really gather into words. It was weird almost surreal.

“This is the only part of my house that matters,” you said with a smile and open arms, presenting your room to him.

There were a variety of posters everywhere—movie posters, to be exact. The Goonies, The Breakfast Club, Scarface, The Godfather, and Gremlins adorned the the tan walls.

The duvet of your bed was white. Funny, he thought, a wry smile playing on his lips as he glanced at it.

There were a few teddy bears on your bed and a full size mirror in front of your bed.

“I like it,” Billy said, his eyes roaming around your room. He sauntered over to your dresser, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out a pair of pink panties with a smug grin. “I like these too,” he added, twirling them around his finger with a smirk.

You stormed toward him, yanked the delicate fabric from his grasp, and shoved it back into your drawer with a sharp motion. “You already have a pair, asshole. Leave the rest of my panties alone,” you snapped, your voice tinged with embarrassment as a deep blush spread across your cheeks.

“You know,” Billy began, stepping closer toward you, his voice softening, “I really want to know why you get all shy around me.”

Was it not obvious, or did he just want to hear the words from your lips? You liked him, everything about him. You even adored him, but saying it out loud felt too embarrassing. So, you rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away and plopped down on your bed.

“I don’t live alone, by the way,” you began, answering the question he had asked earlier.

Billy chuckled at how you avoided his question and settled down beside you.

“My dad lives here, barely,” you said playing with your fingers.

“Is he working or somethin?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, he travels a lot for work. He’s gone for weeks, sometimes even months,” you sighed. “I don’t really see much of him.”

That shattered him. Billy was surrounded by people yet felt alone, but you, you were both.

“What about your mom?” Billy asked.

He didn’t want to pry but he wanted to know more about you, he wanted to know everything in fact.

You took a deep breath before answering, simply because you wanted to suppress the emotions that always surfaced when you were asked that question.

Billy noticed your uneasiness and reached over to grab your hand. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” he said softly as he rubbed circles into the back of your hand.

“No, it’s okay. I need to get past the uneasiness I feel every time she comes up in conversation. Maybe one day it won’t hurt as much anymore,” you admitted, a hint of hope in your voice.

Billy gave you a soft smile, his hand still in yours comfortably.

“Um, she passed a year back,”

Your mother was one of Vecna’s victims. You can still hear the snapping of her bones and see the life being sucked out of her eyes before they went dull, her body limp and lifeless.

Before Vecna, your relationship with your mother was strained. She drank wine almost every day, and your father was home more often before you had to downsize houses. Which meant lots of bickering, glasses being broken, slamming doors, and your dad’s car taking off almost every night.

Your mother was aggressive and verbally abusive, constantly criticizing your weight, clothes, hair, and even your choice of clothing. Not a single positive word ever came out of her mouth towards you. She was like your own personal bully.

“God you’re just like him. Always on my case, just worry about your fucking self.”

“That’s how you’re dressing to school? Jesus.”

“Try hanging around Carol more, maybe you’d look a little like her.”

“Leave, leave like your father you ungrateful little bitch!”

“Sorry! I’m so sorry I’m just a shitty mother!”

“It’s a miracle Steve even hangs around you looking like that.”

There was more, much more, but you think your brain blocked out most of the things she said and did while you were growing up. You didn’t know whether to be grateful or sad that you didn’t have many memories from your childhood. You remembered a few things, but most were blocked out.

Around the time Vecna’s murders were happening, you noticed a few changes in your mom’s behavior. She started drinking even more, but she wasn’t aggressive like before. Instead, she became quiet and withdrawn, spending a lot of time in bed. Things got progressively worse as she began waking up screaming in fear, afraid to leave the house, and became increasingly emotional. You remember the time she woke you up out of your sleep, blubbering with apologies, 3 day old mascara was runny, face full of tears and snot.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so, so sorry please forgive me.”

You eventually shared your mother’s symptoms with the gang, and they matched up with what Vecna’s victims were experiencing. You had a heartfelt conversation with your mother about it, both of you crying together. You promised her to keep your father out of it, and you both tried your best. I think what hurt the most was having hope amidst the despair.

Hope for a new relationship, a clean slate. You all tried.

The next day, your mother ran into the woods, and you chased after her. There, you found her floating in the air.

Snap, snap, snap, and thud.

You were a pool of tears at this point, struggling to get the words out. God, you couldn’t tell Billy this. You hated lying, but him knowing the truth would put him in so much danger.

“Um, I’m sorry…” you said with shaky breaths. “It was, uh, some illness. Doctors didn’t really know what it was,” you explained, your heart skipping a beat. It felt wrong to lie to him.

“It was the worst because she finally apologized to me and we were on the brink of a clean slate…” you said taking a deep breath again, “Um, she was a lot Neil, and she put me through hell. But, I was willing to let all that go just to fix things between us, I wanted to know what it was like to have her like that fully. She was the sweetest, funniest woman on her deathbed, it was something new and it left me with so much hope,” you said, the tears were running down your face like a waterfall now. “But hope is for suckers..” you laughed bitterly, “She died a few days later.” You finished, looking into Billy’s now sad blue eyes.

His heart broke over and over again. You didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve that. What’s up with the universe putting us in fucked in broken homes? He thought.

“Don’t say that,” Billy said sternly. “Hope isn’t for suckers. You give me hope every day.” He took a deep breath, embracing vulnerability. “You remind me a lot of myself… and now I understand why. Hanging around the wrong crowd, being a bitch. I’m still those things…” he confessed, locking eyes with you. “But every day, I strive to be more like you because you’re the perfect example of how people can change, no matter what. I want to change. I don’t want to be like Neil. I want to be better, do better.” He smiled warmly, reaching over to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“I’m really trying so hard not to sob right now and you’re not making it any better,” you said with a wobbly voice.

“S’okay honey, you can cry,” he giggled. He brought you into a hug and you nuzzled your face into his neck letting out quiet sobs. He brushed the back of your head. You two stayed like that for a while and he didn’t mind it one bit.

A few moments went by and you finally took your head out of his embrace.

“Do you maybe want to sleep over?” You asked, wiping the remaining tears off your face. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, I-I just really like you being here and I wouldn’t mind sharing the bed-” you rambled, but Billy cut you off before you went any further, “I’d love to.”

Billy left to grab a few things from his house and you took a quick shower.

When you were done, you rubbed on your favorite strawberry lotion, a gift from Nancy because it reminded her of you.

You quickly changed into a band tee and some shorts, then plopped down on your bed, staring at the ceiling questioning if today was real.

Billy looked to you for hope. You were Billy’s hope. It was such a strange feeling. You felt important and seen, something you had never felt before. And he was coming over tonight.

Oh. My. God.

Billy was coming over tonight, and he was going to be sleeping in your bed. You took deep breaths, trying not to freak out over the fact that there was going to be a boy sleeping in your bed tonight.

Three knocks at your front door snapped you back to reality and the anxiety started to creep back in again. You scrambled out of bed and made your way towards the door.

You opened it and there he was. He was still in the same clothes from earlier.

“You think I can use your shower?” He asked. “Max was having a Madonna concert in ours, and she wasn’t getting out anytime soon,” he huffed, rolling his eyes.

You laughed, picturing her screaming her lungs out like she did that one time in Steve’s car.

“Yeah it’s fine follow me,” you said, “Oh! And lock the door behind you please!”

You walked towards the bathroom, which was right across your room, and stepped inside to turn on the shower and adjust the water for him.

“Not too hot, not too cold right?” You questioned as you played with the knobs, you remembered how he liked the water when you were helping him during his recovery.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, settling his duffel on top of the sink and kicking off his shoes. When you turned around, he was already shirtless and in his boxers. You tried to keep your eyes from roaming, but it was hard.

“My eyes are up here, doll,” He said smugly. You cleared your throat. “Um, water should be good. If it isn’t right, hot; left, cold,” you said, trying to regain your composure.

“I trust you, thank you. I won’t be long,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“You’re welcome,” you smiled and left closing the door behind you.

Billy took a deep breath inhaling the air which smelled like you. He loved it.

He loved it so much it made his dick half hard. He stepped into the warm shower and thought about today.

He had never done anything like today, and he had never willingly slept over at a girl’s house before. He was used to sneaking out and sneaking in, leaving at the brink of dawn. But today he was going to sleep next to you, feel the heat of your body right next to him, smell you.

His dick was now fully hard.

“You need to behave,” he scolded himself, looking down at his hard-on.

He turned the shower knob to the left and prepared himself for the cold water that was about to hit him.

He hissed at that feeling but his dick was soft again. He decided to just leave it on for the remainder of the shower to keep it from happening again.

Once he was done, he dried off and grabbed his duffel to get his lotion. He rummaged through his things but couldn’t find it. He moved his belongings around, hoping it was at the bottom of the bag, but still found nothing.

“Shit,” he muttered, disappointed. He put his things away and noticed a pink bottle of lotion on your counter labeled, “Sweet, Sweet Strawberry.”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the bottle, squirting a few pumps into his hand. He needed to moisturize; he had no other choice.

He smelled just like you, your body wash, your lotion.

He pushed his thoughts away and threw on his boxers and black sweats that hung low on his hips. Gathering his belongings, he made his way to your room, switching off the bathroom light as he exited.

Your nose was in a book, and he admired you from the doorway of your room. You wore glasses, your legs crossed, shorts hiking up the curve of your butt as you leaned back against the bed frame. He could get used to this be thought.

“Whatcha reading?” He asked, making you jump slightly.

You shut the book completely with wide eyes, silently praying, “Please don’t ask me what I’m reading,” in your head. You were reading a very inappropriate passage of your book, which made it look like you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing, and you didn’t want him to know what you were reading.

Your eyes met his. He was shirtless, sweats hanging from his hips, his happy trail on full display, and his curls were damp.

You tried so hard to fight the way your mouth watered at the sight.

“It’s uh, a-a romance,” you stuttered. It was hard to keep your composure around him, especially with him being shirtless, looking like walking sex leaning on your doorframe.

He left his duffel bag beside your dresser and closed the door behind him.

“You don’t mind if I close the door do?” He asked before he joined you on the bed. “No it’s fine, I hate sleeping with the door open.” You said.

He jumped into bed with you and got underneath the covers and you so did you. Your stomach was dancing with butterflies.

“What’s the romance about?” He asked with raising eyebrows and a smirk.

Your eyes went wide. You can’t tell him what you were just reading. Geez absolutely not, it was filthy.

“It’s, um, about a girl and a boy,” you said, foolishly. Billy let out a loud laugh. “Obviously, dork, but what else?” You looked down at the book in your hands, searching for something more to say, but your mind went blank.

“Fine, if you’re not going to tell me, let me see where you left off so I can get an idea,” he said, attempting to grab the book from your hands. You immediately snatched the book from his grasp and hid it under the covers.

“No!” You yelped, feeling a surge of panic. Oh, now Billy absolutely had to know what was in this so-called romance.

He yanked the blanket off of you, and you held the book to your chest tightly. Billy was now hovering over you, your waist between his legs, attempting to pry the book from your grasp.

“Come on, let me see!” he said, eagerly reaching for the book.

He began to tickle your sides, and you erupted in laughter, but you weren’t budging. In a quick attempt to distract him, you threw the book to the wall by your dresser, hoping to catch him off guard.

He turned his head slightly, and you seized the opportunity to pull his neck down so he could face you. Now, you were both staring deeply into each other’s eyes. You looked down at his lips and leaned in slowly. But he couldn’t wait, so he pressed his lips into yours harshly.

So much for controlling himself tonight. He thought.

The kiss was fervent, like it always was. You let out the slightest moans that went straight to his dick. His arms were caging your head and he was pressing into you slowly.

You decided to experiment and brought your hand down to rub the outline of his dick through his sweats. It made everything so much hotter.

Billy moaned into your mouth as you your hands explored the outline of him. You pulled back from his lips and he groaned at the loss of contact.

“Billy c-can I see it?” You asked innocently, looking at his now dark blue eyes.

He nodded and leaned back on your bed stand. He lifted his butt from off the bed slightly and slid his boxers and sweats down at the same time.

You gasped at what you were now seeing. His thick member slapped his stomach and his tip that resembled a mushroom was an angry red.

Billy kept his eyes on you mesmerized with how star stuck you were over his cock.

You reached your over hand to grab at his length curiously and he groaned bucking his hips slightly at the contact.

It was warm and harder than it was earlier, feeling it bare was different from feeling it through his jeans.

You didn’t like the position you were in; sitting on your knees had become uncomfortable. So, you lay on his chest, keeping your hand on his length.

"Tell me what to do to you," you whispered, your hand weakly gripping the base of his cock.

Billy could see everything reflected in the full-length mirror in front of your bed.

Your cheek rested on his bare chest, your warmth almost making him burst. His cock captured your full attention as your fingers gently squeezed and released it, your eyes curiously examining the length of it. The scene was intimate, but he didn’t mind it at all.

“Spit on your hand,” he commanded, and you obliged. In any other situation, this would have been disgusting, but right now it was far from it.

“Now move it in an up and down like this,” Billy grabbed your hand and guided it to his throbbing member in an up and down motion.

Your hand was sliding up and down his cock now, slimy and hot with the slick of your saliva. “Yeah, fuck, yeah just like that baby,” He eventually moved his hand and let you take control, you found a steady motion but excited about the moans Billy was letting out you played around with it a little and went slow when you reached the tip of him.

He watched you through the mirror, mouth agape, with shock and pleasure.

“Ah, shit y/n,” he groaned, mouth hung open. He was so ready to spill but was holding out as long for as long as he could.

Your eyes drifted to the front of the mirror. The view was incredible. Billy Hargrove was a mess under your fingers, beneath your inexperienced hands. His mouth hung open, groans and moans spilling from his soft pink lips, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

You both now locked eyes in the mirror. You began to pick up the pace, your movements becoming faster and less steady, as you tightened your grip on him.

Billy’s hand gripped your thigh harshly, the pain intensifying the ache in your core. Your mouth fell open just from watching him come undone. You focused your pace on the tip of his cock, “Shit, I’m coming, it’s gonna shoot out, It-“ before he could finish you quickly wrapped your mouth around the tip of him catching him completely by surprise.

He sat up and lifted his hips into your mouth shooting sticky hot ropes of cum into it as he gripped your hair a moaning and groaning mess.

The taste wasn’t good or bad, it was tolerable enough for you to swallow. You hallowed your cheeks a bit and wrapped your tongue around him savoring how he felt in your mouth and let go with a pop.

No words were exchanged as you pulled back; just Billy shoving his tongue into your mouth and you moaning at the roughness of it.

Your face was hot, your body was hot, and the heat of his and your mouths made everything even hotter.

“I feel like I’m going to explode,” you whispered against his lips, now understanding how he felt earlier.

Billy broke the lip lock you two were entranced in and pulled his sweats back up. As gently as he could, he dragged you to the edge of your bed by the back of your thighs.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, getting on his knees and locking his deep blue eyes with yours.

You did. In the short time you had known each other, you trusted him with your life. Silly, isn’t it? Vulnerability, intimacy.

“Yes,” you breathed, a little too desperately. He smiled and grabbed the waistband of your shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs. You lifted your butt slightly to help him get them off completely.

You were now completely bare from the waist down again, but this time he had a full view of your pretty cunt.

Billy licked his lips like a hungry animal about to devour its prey, his gaze intense and focused on your sopping wet cunt.

“So pretty,” he whispered, mesmerized by the sight before him.

“And she’s soaking wet honey, what was it?” He asked caressing her with his thumb causing you to gasp loudly.

“T-the mirror,” you responded. “Hmmm just the mirror?” He questioned like his words had a double meaning behind them.

It wasn’t just the mirror; it was him. Having him at your fingertips, your crush on him, how much you liked him—all of it intensified everything for you. This wasn’t purely sexual; this wasn’t just him helping you with your lack of experience. It was more. You had feelings for him.

He made you nervous, he made your stomach dance with butterflies, he infuriated you but it only fueled your liking towards him.

You now knew what he was doing. He was trying to get you to admit there was something more, which is why he asked you why he made you so nervous earlier.

You kept quiet, your pride keeping you from admitting your liking towards him. He knew you did; he just wanted to hear the words from your mouth.

You kept quiet, your moans and gasps getting harder to contain as he kept gliding up and down your pussy. You were getting closer and closer to the edge.

He saw this too. You were now bucking your hips up to feel more, and he pulled back, teasingly withholding what you craved.

You groaned, annoyed at the loss of contact. He planted a kiss right on your clit, causing you to jolt up a little. The feeling was foreign and new, and you wanted more.

“Just tell me, baby, and I’ll keep going without stopping, I promise,” he said, looking back up into your eyes.

“I-It wasn’t just the mirror,” you gasped, “No?” Billy asked in a teasing manner focusing his attention back to your desperate cunt, and licking a stripe from the entrance of you to the top of your clit but stopping when he reached the top.

“Fuck! It was you, you! I have feelings for you. So many feelings that it makes it hard to even breathe sometimes!” You confessed, slightly frustrated at the on and off teasing.

“Wasn’t that hard was it?” He cheekily replied, now putting his entire mouth over your pussy eating you out like it was his dying wish. The warmth of his mouth was overwhelming, the way he moved his tongue to lap your clit was making your eyes roll back.

Your grip tightened on your sheets and your toes curled in pleasure. “Oh-oh my gosh Billy please,” you moaned struggling to keep your composure.

He started to swirl his tongue right on your pearl and entered two fingers into your tight sopping hole, causing you to let out the most guttural moan. It surprised you how intense the pleasure was.

The pressure started building up in your belly, feeling as if you were about to explode. He started to pump his fingers faster and faster, causing you to scream profanities in ecstasy.

“Ah! Fuck! Billy, I’m coming, I’m coming!” You screamed, and he kept his eyes on you the entire time, multitasking with his mouth still on you and his fingers pumping in a fast manner.

The feeling of release washed over you, and you finally let go, stopping fighting it.

You lifted a hand and gripped the hair on his head, pushing him further into you, riding out your orgasm. You felt the vibrations of his groans on your pussy, making everything spin around you in a euphoric haze.

Your elbows gave out, and you were now flat on the bed, stuck in a haze. Everything was blurry, and you felt limp, completely spent from the intensity of the experience.

“Y/n? Y/n?” He sing-songed, tapping the inside of your thigh. “Hmm?” you asked, completely out of it, lost in the aftermath of pleasure.

“You okay?” He giggled, his head now resting on your thigh looking up at you in admiration.

“Mhmmm,” you responded weakly, with a hazy smile.

“You got anything I can clean this up with?” He asked, removing his head from your thigh. You lifted yourself up slightly, and your eyes widened at the mess you made.

His face was dripping with slick, his chest wet with the juices that squirted out of you, and the duvet underneath you was soaked.

“Again?” You groaned, rolling your eyes and facepalming. “There’s towels in my closet,” you said, plopping back on your bed and weakly pointing to the closet to the left of you.

He grabbed the towels and wiped his face and chest first, he then walked over to you and wiped below your thighs, then the inside of your legs and thighs carefully.

He slipped your panties back up and tapped your butt twice, signaling for you to lift yourself up so he could slide them all the way up and you obliged.

“I need to take the duvet off, we could sleep under your blanket that’s under,” he said tapping your thigh again, “Come on get up,” he commanded

“UGH! I can’t move. I feel like jello,” you complained, not wanting to move, causing Billy to laugh. “Too bad move,” he said.

You rolled over, groaning dramatically, and slipped under the blanket beneath your duvet. Billy snatched the duvet off and tossed it into your dirty hamper.

Billy joined you on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly as he settled in. You were facing away from him, unintentionally, simply exhausted but content and happy.

“Come here,” he said gruffly. You turned around and cuddled up next to him, finding comfort in his embrace.

You smelled something familiar radiating off of him.

“Are you wearing my strawberry lotion?” you asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“I forgot mine at home,” he gruffed grumpily, rolling his eyes.

You laughed and kissed his chest, closing your eyes, ready to sleep in his comforting embrace.

He caressed the crown of your head with his hand and kissed the top of your forehead.

“I like you too,” he whispered, his voice soft and sincere. “You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up and when I go to sleep.”

You both drifted off into a deep sleep feeling safer than you’ve ever felt in each others embarace.

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