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Do you think the Daemos can smell ovulationâŠ? Iâm sorry Iâll go-
Actually, great question! Well, for me it's a pretty interesting question at least.
And while I have y'all waiting for the next thing, I could get slightly into itâŠ
Without doing too much research, I'm going strictly on how Daemos could differ from humans (besides the stated ones) and how that could help answer the question.
Demons (broadly) are usually described as having heightened ESP and supernatural-adjacent abilities like sensing spirits and stuff like that.
That, paired with my own HCâs that Daemos (as a whole) are more animalistic than humans, kind of plays into the idea that their sensory experiences as a whole are more sensitive.
Taste, touch, smell, sight, and hearing are significantly heightened compared to a human counterpart. After all, in their dog-eat-dog world, how can you survive if you can't point out the difference between a tree branch snapping because of someone hunting you and a clumsy animal?
That being said, it isn't as innate as most others would imagine. I believe it's a skill of sorts that you have to train and maintain. Like any other survival skill or muscle.
But also like any other skill, some people are more naturally inclined to it.
In short, it's a biological function in Daemos that can be enhanced with training/discipline. How potent it is initially can be affected by other factors, such as magical prowess or simply one's disposition to senses.
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All of that to sayâŠI have a ranking on how "in tune" each of the main guys is with that kind of stuff.
Pierce and Leif are two sides of the same coin. While Pierce's abilities were honed in knights' training, Leif is far more self-taught and/or instinctual.
In Pierce case, it's much more of a general alert system that senses when things are "out of the ordinary." Think of a guard dog as opposed to a medical alert dog. They don't know what exactly is off, but they know that something is. (I'm sure in the royal forces there are designated people for that, but since Pierce was just a "knight," it isn't specifiedâAlso, that's a whole different topic of conversationâ)
I'd like to imagine, though, that without the training, he's essentially "blind in that aspect." For fun, for the sillies. Because I need to nerf that gentle giant. But mostly to explain the raw instinct vs. the built-up skill of it all.
Anyway, in terms of the hormones and ovulation stuff, it's the same. He can absolutely notice it and is pretty observant to the smallest changes, but because of his generalized training and lack of personal experience, he wouldn't be able to identify the exact cause of your "ailment."
And he wouldn't be subtle either. He'd point-blank say, "You smell weird. Are you dying?" And leave you utterly confused.
Okay, well, yes, heâd be bluntâŠbut also really genuine with it. In his own little way.
For Leif, it's raw talent morphed into a predatory skill. As he was left to fend for himself in his younger years, I'd imagine there had to be some baseline of skill to keep him alive while he trained it up.
In contrast to Pierce, Leif is more thorough with his process, especially if he has to identify something during a mission. He can't really afford the "act now, think later" mentality when it comes to hits for money, so instead of jumping into action, he has to specifically identify what he's sensing and then work off of that.
And I know, he's generally very trigger-happy and "kill-happy"âŠbut I'd like to believe that being as you are and being as you work are two separate things.
But back to the important part, coupled with his myriad of "implied" experience, I would imagine that not only could he sense the changes, but he would also know exactly what they are (or a daemos equivalent)
And that would make him insufferable.
Like that one guy from JJBA.
"If my nose is correct, one of you beauties is on your period." headass.
Thatâs to say, heâd be so overtly obvious with something that hasnât even come yet, youâre questioning his sanity. He probably thinks heâs being smooth and flatteringâŠbut itâs creepy as fuck.
What kind of pussy does that kind of game get you on Daemos? Cause I want NO part in it.
Now, where my rankings take a turn is this next pickâ
Noi. It's Noi.
Why? Because I think it's funny.
Well, there's actual thinking behind that decision. Since he's seen to be pretty skiddish and easily scared, I imagine his senses are pretty heightened. Though it's more raw instinct than trained and honed like the other two. Considering that (with what we've seen), he wouldn't know what to do with those abilities. Well, other than freak outâŠ
But that's kind of disingenuous. I'm imagining him like a medical alert dogâŠwithout the proper training. He can do the job, do it well, but if you ask him what he did or how he did it, he wouldn't be able to tell youâŠand probably freak out when he tried to recreate it.
Because I think a big part of his relationship with the senses is that he purposefully ignores them because they're so "strong" (or considerably strong for the average Daemos), I can imagine for a guy like Noi, it's a bit overstimulating to be constantly bombarded with strong noises and smells and sounds and whatever. So instead of training it, he just suffers through it? And only reaps the benefits when it comes to his (alleged) healing magic.
He HAS to be good at something, guys. Why would they keep him otherwise? Pity? Daemos don't do pity.
As for how this applies to the ovulation conversationâŠwellâŠmuahahaha⊠He probably is acutely aware of any changes, even before you do, and he has to sit with it because it's probably unlike anything he's ever experienced. He'd either avoid you like the plague or think you're dying, no in between.
Imagine having a sobbing Noi at your feet, pre-mourning you because he canât heal you (because nothing is wrong with you).
#needdat
WHO SAID THATâ
Rhys is the second to last on my list. For many reasons, but the lamest and main one being his canonical bad eyesight.
Hear me out, okay!
I get the trope of "one sense being dulled makes the rest heighten," but I don't buy it. Mostly because before he figured it out, Rhys was working with the idea that he wasn't basically legally blind. He just assumed that the world was blurry and that that was "normal." So it wouldn't make sense for him to immediately be like "oh! Well, now everything else has to be better to compensate!"
Essentially, because one of his senses is muffled, the rest kind of lowers to match it? That's probably not how it works, but who cares?
Along with it, his whole scholar thing doesn't do him any favors. Like I've mentioned, the whole sense system is essentially a muscle of sorts. And when you don't use a muscle, it weakens, if not atrophies. In his field of studies and magic, there's no real use for more survival-based instincts, so that also makes it "dull".
Now, you might be saying "Hunnithan! He's still Asch's guard! He has to be keen!" Sure, he's keen in the strategic sense, but I know good and well that man is a follower and not a vanguard (leave that to the two crazies at the top of this list).
So what? I've basically nerfed him, and he sucks?
âŠNo, actually.
I thinkâŠit'd be more realistic to say that his specific instincts are designated to things he cares about. Especially the subjects that he's infatuated with at the moment. So, for instance, for magic capabilities, he'd be able to sense someone's possession of magic, their ability to conjure it, etc.
âŠWhich unsuccessfully then links us back to the question. If then, his current obsession is humans and the human bodyâŠwould he have a high chance of sensing when things change? Yes absolutely. That's not even a question.
What he does with that, however, is probably more lame. Heâd study it, of course! Like a real scholar.
Curiosity has rung him, and he wonât stop bothering you for answers until you tell him to stop.
And last but very least (I hate you, Asch) isâŠwell, Asch.
At first, I was just gonna say this because I thought it was funny and I like to make him sufferâŠbut there are real reasons, trust me.
As a royal, I'm going with the idea that he's not used to having to "fend" for himself. Considering his status, he is most likely always surrounded by some kind of guard. Which would make his own need for the survival skills kind of unnecessary.
It really is another use it or lose it case like RhysâŠ
But unlike Rhys, Asch was already "blessed" with a lack of inherent instinct.
If I had to place him, he'd be below the average Daemos.
And Asch being AschâŠthat fact would probably drive him insane. Considering he's literal royalty, he thinks that that kind of thing is something he's entitled toâŠand not something he should have to work towards.
Unlike, let's say, fighting, building up your senses is not a fun and stimulating activity. It requires hours and hours of boring, repetitive exercises that don't have any visual progress. For someone like Asch, that would be actual hell.
So instead of actually trying and improving like he's supposed toâŠhe just doesn't.
Which feels wrong because he seems like the type to never want to be bad at anything everâŠbut because he probably sees it as uselessâŠhe doesn't feel as bad about it.
That leaves him settling for less than average abilities. Granted, that's less than average for Daemos, not less than average for humansâso that's still pretty good all things considered.
Rounding that back to the question at hand, the way he senses things of that manor would be thereâŠbut they would be so mellow and faint that it would drive him up the wall.
He wouldn't want to figure it out, and he'd rather ignore it than admit that something like that is stumping him.
âŠUntil he canât, and he breaks, and he starts threatening you because you seem to be the cause of this âdisturbance.â Which you start fighting back against, and now youâre both butting heads and not backing down.
ANYWAYSâI know that this has been in my inbox for a while, and I feel bad because I haven't done anything (because I'm a CHUD and finishing finals or whatever), but I hope my too-in-depth analysis of this thing is silly and fun! Not so spicy but :P
ALSO!! speaking of inbox---I DO SEE ALL OF YOUR COMPLEMENTS AND I APPRECIATE THEM!!! I wanted to take a pause between replying to them and posting content content bc I feel like I'm just glazing myself with all of your amazing comments!
I do wanna reply to each one eventually (even if it isn't really good Tumblr etiquette -I'm just assuming; I'm not sure-) BECAUSE I so appreciate it. Plus...for the ones requesting a certain guy, I was gonna do like I did last time and link it...which is...uh...embarrassingly not done. I"M SORRYYYYY.
also also idk if the gradients look silly >~< I just wanted to try something new!
...
...I just realized this completely slipped over the implied sexy context of it all.
Gosh. I am such a nerd weirdo that I didn't think about the sex of it all and only focused on the biological and silly aspects! fuuuuuck I'm sorry. - hunnithan
I LOVE MSUB MID!! I really want to see sub leif.. im not really sure what your no's are, but I think knifeplay with him would be so delicious..
Omg wait your mind...
I'm sure you mean he uses it on the reader-insert (which will also probably happen) but my mind's going to her stealing it and turning it against him in whatever way (I need to figure out how it works; I'm kind of "vanilla" in that sector mb)
i absolutely loveddd ur mid smut!! it would be so amazing if you wrote one for lief and aschđ„č also I know you said you'd get along to the other boys, have you thought of writing one for Zex? I love him too.
I have never actually thought about that! I was just focusing on the main five but...YOU'RE A GENIUS. He bad asf đ đ đ đ
It'll be a challenge to do as I plan for all of them (M!sub) but that's the fun of it all! I love an intimidating man that WILL kill me.
...And here I thought the hardest one was gonna be Asch (he's just a little bitch)
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Omfg you actually see me tweaking, I read your My Inner Demons smut. I love those idiots so much I didnât know people still remembered them!! I do hope you do the rest of them one day that was so fire I gnaw on the bars of my cage reading themâŠ
AHHHH THANK YOU!!! IM STILL KIND OF NEW TO THE SMUT GAMEâSO I WAS WORRIED IT WAS TOO OFF OR CRINGY??? But Iâm glad itâs been well received :)
AlsoâIâm still such a big Aphmau fan despite how long itâs beenâŠitâs like the longest lasting interest in my lifeâŠ
Iâm a much bigger fan of MyStreet (kinda of Minecraft diaries but less so) BUT I recently(ish) watched MID all the way through and I freaking LOVED IT, itâs pretty up there now! Which means fics galore ;) (when I can muster up the energy lol)
I just read your mid stuff and I gotta say this is gooddd.I also see that in the Pierce one you went along with the Noi one and that got me thinking if I can request this with the other 3left?
Thank you so much !!! And yesâI am planning on doing the other three :3
Theyâll totally be like a continuation of the others! Kind of like a mini series where you go around to each of them.
Most certainly all Msub cause that works the best with the reader insert Iâve written so far.
âŠmaybe Mdom if Iâm feeling freaky (but itâd be a character you wouldnât imagine)
I canât say for certain how long itâll take to write however (I mean look at the period between the other two)âŠbut there are one of my many priorities!
Also, idk who Iâll decide to do nextâŠI think Iâm leaning towards Rhys? But not completely sure yet!
hi!! I'm not sure if you do request, if you don't PLEASE just ignore me ok.. But I saw ur mid noi post and I love it!!!! I have a suggestion for sub Pierce, maybe doing a hand job on him while he's just trying to hold it together because he just didn't know how to react!!
Hi!! First of all THANK YOUU! and Yes! I do take requests!
though not officially (as in I don't have an official request post with rule and stuff) because I don't want to keep anyone waiting in case I get too busy :(
That being said, I will consider any requests! (and really, welcome them :))
but to your specific request!
đŹ 0  đ 0  â€ïž 0 · Mana · pairing: Pierce x Fem!reader
summary: They gotta just start calling you sexy 'cause this "magic" mojo is making you
I hope it's okay that I went a slightly different route with him! I totally see him as someone who'd love to serve and that manifested in him eating box! Hopefully he's enough in character and I didn't make him too chatty...but yay!!!
summary: They gotta just start calling you sexy 'cause this "magic" mojo is making you cringe. Thankfully you've earned a munch this time.
tags: reader is in the same(ish) situation as Ava, reader is funny i promise, confrontation, scuffle and misunderstanding, Size difference, hormones and attraction written off as "magic" and "mental manipulation", Because repressed!Pierce, apology and explanations, sex excused as a medical (magical) necessity/cure, but...they're both just lying, because he can literally not deal with his feelings otherwise, and you don't wanna have to pick up the pieces, lots of cognitive dissonance involved when fucking, submissive!Pierce, dominant!reader, eager!Pierce, reader is still a freak hoe, still strangers to lovers, still has plot, #munch, oh and Pierce totally has an oral fixation
CW!!: explicit content 18+ !!! MDNI !!! mutual deception, size difference (though not harped on), hornplay, oral fixation (Pierce), nipple play, oral (female receiving), submissive male/dominant female, mention of bed humping, cumming from eating someone out
length: 8.07 k words
Day 753 of your newfound prison sentenceâŠ
âŠ
Day 6 of your staycation in Ava's house.
Only one of those statements was correct, but both of them rang utterly true.
It had been about a week since you'd been essentially kidnapped and taken prisoner by five DEMONS. Daemonsâ
WHATEVER.
And while you had the time of your life for about thirty minutes that first dayâŠthe rest had been filled with essentially babysitting a group of grown men and slowly losing your sanity with Ava.
"Stop threatening shit, Asch, you don't have any power here."
"How dare you! I am the prince ofâ!"
"âAnd I am the head chef of this kitchenâsit the fuck down or get out." You bite back, moving to -lightly- pistol-whip him with your spatula.
spatula-whip him.
"Stopâthat'sâOw!" He says, moving his arms to block your hits.
Not like they actually hurt. You had the actual strength of a toddler, and he wasâŠa literal demon.
"Back to work!" You clap your hands, addressing everyone else in the kitchen as well. Him, Rhys, the other blue one�
Damn, you can never remember his name!
Pierre? Peri?
Something with a P.
Maybe it's just because he never speaks, so he's never addressed, or because you just don't pay enough attention to himâŠdespite his massive sizeâŠ
âŠ
That totally doesn't intimidate you.
ahem.
Moving back to your steak still on the stove, you soften back up, "Now, how do you want your steakâI'm assuming blue, considering you're an actual hellion."
"I want it redâlike normalâŠ? What kind of creature do you have on this Eearth that has blue meat?" Ashe retorts.
âŠ
"Blue rareâ" You correct, "It goes, blue-rare, rare, medium-rare, medium, medium-well, and well done."
"I want the one that's the bestâ"
"It's all personal preference, dude," you assure, "I personally get medium rare. But that's cause I like to pretend I'm sinking my teeth into flesh."
âŠ
âŠ
"What? Y'all eat people." You shrug.
"We don'tâ" Rhys tries to interject, but you dismiss him.
"We only 'kill people'âyadda yadda yadda." You scoff, "There's gotta be at least one psycho who's done it. Sadism breeds uhâintensity or something."
"Are you trying to quote something?" He asks.
"Nope." You assure, "All from mi mente broha."
"Please don't speak to me in that manner." Rhys mumbles, "I do not know how to properly respond back with the right slang."
'You don't gotta worryâI'm just saying a whole lotta nothing." You assure.
"Give it to meâŠwell done." Asch asserts.
Which makes you scoff.
"What? Is there something wrong with my choice, human?!"
You give a dry laugh, "I know I said there's no wrong choiceâŠbut that's absolutely the wrong one."
"If it's not good, then why is it called 'well done'?" He scoffs.
âŠ
Cause it's cooked and doneâŠwell.
"I couldn't tell you, bud." You shrug.
"You're lying to me." He states, "You're hiding its secrets so I can't have it for myself. Give it to me!"
âŠ
"One hockey-puck, coming up." You mutter, turning to face the only one you haven't addressed yet, "And for you, big guy?"
And as you do, you find him already fully facing you as well.
In a way that you could tell he's been doing so for a while.
âŠ
You could totally feel it in your bones.
"Hello?" You snap your fingers, your previous question seemingly not reaching his ears.
His eyes blink rapidly, though his face stays solid.
"Blue rare," He says simply.
"WowâŠlooks like we got another person who loves it raw." You joke, "I'm a connoisseur of it myself, actually."
âŠ
âŠ
That joke would've landed so fucking well with well-adjusted people.
"Right." You mutter, "Back to being a slave."
It's been a while since then, everyone had eaten, had a nice dinner that totally didn't consist of screaming, and everyone had abandoned ship to do their own separate things. Like any self-respecting American household!
âŠWhich left you with the pleasure of cleaning up their mess.
No matter, you fucked with tidying up anyway.
Gave you an excuse to just pop in your headphones and numb out to whatever shitty genre of music you were into at the moment.
At the moment, you were humming out the tune of a song in another language you couldn't even begin to imagine the lyrics of as you stretched out over the table, trying your darnedest to reach the plates on the other side of it.
Because you were far too lazy to make your way around to do it normally.
Still, you manage, before standing back up straight.
âŠand feeling the rather close presence of someone behind you.
"Holy shitâ!" You curse out, jumping back as you turn to see the fuckingâ
uh.
P man.
hehâŠ
Pee man.
He just blinks, continuing to stare at you despite the genuine reaction of horror you just gave.
"Uhâhey?" You say with a creek in your tone, "What's up? You forget something over here?"
âŠ
"Okay." You mumble, squeezing out of the way and back to the kitchen, where you could drop off the dirty dishes you were still holding.
Though, to your delightâŠhe follows.
For some reason.
"You need something there, buddy?" You ask, leaning back to give yourself some space in the rather tiny kitchen, "I got likeâdessert cups? 'Case you got a sweet tooth?"
âŠ
"Uhâwater?" You offer, "Fresh from the tap?"
He justâŠstares.
With those sharp, heavy cerulean eyes.
Eyes that don't convey anything, yet speak a thousand words.
What exactly, you're not sure.
It was probably in Daemos anyway.
You can't help but chew your lip at the attention, shitâs scary, man! But at the same time, you proceed to give him a taste of his own medicine!
To retaliate, of course. To show him that the staring felt weird.
You let your eyes trace against his other features. His strong nose, those funny point ears, his prominent hornsâŠ
HuhâŠ
You don't think you've gotten a good look at him ever.
âŠProbably because you were scared shitless of his utter aura.
You're only human after all.
But now that you haveâŠhe's rather soft-looking. Despite the stature and the stoicness.
His lips are a soft plush, his expression is far more neutral than the hardened scowl you'd imagine, his cheeks were particularly full and brightâŠand tinged darker than the rest of his sienna skinâŠ
God, you wished you had a natural blush like that.
"Human." He finally says, making you jump in surprise.
Out of the suddenness of it.
âŠbecause of the bass of his voice.
"Yeah?" You reply rather weakly, your hand coming up to play with the collar of your shirt.
"I had an inquiry." He states.
âŠ
about?
"Go on?" you ask, "I'm uhâall ears?"
Truly though. What could he possibly need?
He doesn't seem the kind to be a knowledge seeker. Far more of a rule follower. A proper knight.
Not just cause of the wholeâheight and build thing.
âŠGod, why are you so hyper-focused on that?
With your permission, he seems to growâŠredder. Like what he wanted to ask was somethingâŠ
âŠ
No. It couldn't be something embarrassing.
Did you accidentally leave something out? A feminine item? Personal garments?
"Noi has brought something to my attention." He starts.
âŠ
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"âŠyeah?" you ask.
"And I was curious as toâŠwhat exactly he was on about."
Your face slightly drops. You don't think you've really spoken to him sinceâŠ
He couldn't have.
"Well, I'm sure I can help with that," you assure with a strained voice, "I'm an open book."
Pierce takes a moment before finally spitting it out.
"He said you had this kind of magic. Something that he was rambling on about being akin toâŠmind magic?"
âŠ
They're fucking with you.
"Mind magic?" You repeat.
"He said that when he was sent over to spy on you the first dayâŠyou had bewitched him." He explains, "And ever since thenâŠhe hasn't been able to get you out of his head."
âŠ
âŠ
"Really now." You say in an empty tone. Half-shocked and half-over whatever this was already.
"Yes, it appeared to be a rather powerful bind you put on him," He assures.
"Who exactly else did he tell this to?" You cut him off quickly, a strained grin on your face, "âJust curious, is all."
"Only me." He states, "Why? Is it because it's a secret spell?"
âŠ
You could call it that, sure.
"Because if it is, I understand." He assures, "I know you didn't know us back then. And we ambushed you. You were in a situation far out of your control."
As if you've gotten to know them in the last 6 days?
"I can imagine that was your way of fighting back." He says, "a noble way of fighting with honor."
âŠ
You sucked a guy's dick cause you were bored.
"Why are you even asking?" You ask.
"I want to confirm if you indeed have the abilities of a sorceress." He explains.
"Because..?"
"I am simply curious." He states, "I haven't seen a mind magic user in a long time."
That's her label nowâŠfun!
"âŠuhâwellâŠI guess, yeah. I do," you admit.
Well, mind magic could be considered basic physiologyâŠor manipulation.
Seduction in this case.
âŠ
"But is that all�" You decide to continue.
The conversation would leave off on a weird note otherwise.
Likeâoh yeahânow you know I fuck! Cool!
âŠGod do these peâdaemons even know way fucking isâŠ?
He looked confused.
âhis version of confused. Which was just a slightly tilted frown and knitted brows.
"âŠYour secret is also safe with me," he says with an unsure tone, but gives you a firm nod.
"So you just wanted to confirm?" You push, "That's the only reason�"
âŠ
You can see his cheeks redden again. How his eyes shift away before nodding.
"Of course, human." He mutters, "It is good to understand your enemy."
"I'm your enemy..?"
"Opponentâpossible opponent."
"I'm not gonna fight you, dude." You assure.
"âŠbut you seem to always fight Asch." He states, "and then Noiâ"
"Yeahâcause your prince is an ass." You scoff, "And Noi was a one-time thingâuhâŠ"
What the fuck were you supposed to say? That it was self-defense?
That would imply that it was simply a reaction to Noi doing something. Nothing intentionalâŠ
Nah, you meant that shit.
"I imagined he'd be able to handle it." You admit, crossing your arms, "Didn't think he'd still haveâŠsome side effects."
âŠ
You can't blame him. For either thing.
You know you're good at giving dome, for one!
But you guess, more importantly, you never told him to keep it a secret.
âŠ.Honestly, you just imagined he knew better than to snitch.
"HeâŠis rather weak." He admits, "He is the weakest out of all of us."
"Well, now you tell me," you mutter.
There's another big pause of silence.
A common occurrence in conversations with him, it seemsâŠ
Because really, how are you supposed to continue a conversation with a wall?
"How proficient are you with these skills?" He finally asks.
âŠ
"Why do you ask?"
He furrows his brow in what seems to be sincerity as continuing, "I want to ensure that you aren't manifesting your magic involuntarily. It could be a hazard."
�
"Does that happenâŠnormally?" You ask.
"If one is proficient enough."
"And by asking that, you're inadvertently telling me you think it's my fault Noi is stillâŠ"
Pussy-whipped? drunk with love?
Take your pick, they're all partially true, it seems.
âŠdespite the lack of communicationâŠ
huh.
As world-renowned philosopher Megan Thee Stallion once said,
"Damn, I knew my shit was heat."
Though that's in reference to full intercourse and notâ
never mind, semantics.
"I cannot be certain." He says, "But he hasn't been the same since."
âŠ
âŠHA!
"And you're fearing it could spread." You finish the thought for him.
"Concerned." He corrects, "We cannot do our job if that is the case."
"WellâŠI'm not trying to hinder your abilities to do your jobs," You assure, "And I'm not doing it unconsciously either."
"Okay."
"Now, you're concerned about your palâŠbut you've admitted he's the weakest out of all of you," You repeat, "I'm sure whatever he's going through is an extinction burst, so to speakâŠhe'll be fine in likeâŠ"
Hours? Day?
Give or take a few years if some of your exes count as data points.
"A bit?"
"You sound unsure." He states.
"It really depends." You admit slowly, "But he's the firstâŠdaemon I've ever hadâ"
His eyebrows furrow deeper at the confession.
"âŠthe opportunity of using my magic onâŠ"
Damn, and you were just gonna compliment yourself on your ability to lie.
"And you chose Noi." He states, his body language bristling. Like that offended him for whatever reason.
Why would he even care?
"Not voluntarily!" You assure, "You said it yourself, I was just defending myself. It could've well been you if you were unlucky enough to be sent."
It's not like they seemed concerned before! They didn't seem relieved when he came back in one pieceâŠnor were they vigilant when he was being too loud andâŠ
âŠdamn, they really didn't give a fuck.
"Actuallyâyeah." You say, "If you were actually so concerned about Noi, he wouldn't have been the one sent to spy on a being you were unsure was capable of magic? If anything, it should've been you, Mr.Paladin."
"I'm not concerned." He asserts, his even tone voice growing in volume just slightly, "We sent him because he's expendable, but now because of whatever you did, he's just insufferable."
"And that's my fault?" You scoff.
"You are the one who caused his current demeanor."
"And you're the one who sent him!" you argue back, "Two-way street, buddy! Should've thought of that before sending that idiot my way."
"We didn't imagine that you had these powers." He argues back, taking a step forward and causing you to fall back against the counter.
âŠNot this alpha shit.
You would rather choke to death than have him try to intimidate you in the way he's doing.
"Yeahâwell now you do." You retort, puffing up to try to give yourself something of equal footing, "And now what? What do you want me to do about it? We both fucked up andâ"
"âTo stop using your powers!" He utters in frustration, his hands planting themselves firmly on either side of your frame, essentially caging you in.
âŠ
�
"What the hell are you talking about?" You ask, face scrunched in utter confusion.
"I know you're lying." He whispers, tone low and gravelled. Like he was in actual pain?
"..about?"
"About using your magic." He grumbles, "You're doing it right now."
You're fucking kidding.
"Why would I lieâ"
"Because that's how you take down your enemies." He spits, leaning down, "You lull them into the trap and slowly suck the life force out of them."
âŠ
You could make a joke about sucking right now, but you're too pissed off to bother.
"Admit it." He says, his tone dark and threatening. His lips barely hover over yours.
That earns an exasperated huff from your chest, you can't help but suck your teeth at his pathetic display of power.
"âŠAnd you call Noi the weak one." You snark before shoving him back.
A task that was far easier than you imagined.
Maybe cause he was too busy being horny to function correctly.
But in any case, you took that opportunity to dip out.
You fucking hated force.
As much as you wanted to be flattered that you got 2 outta 5 nonhuman entities wrapped around your fingers, you can't help but simmer at the absolute stupidity that just took place.
If you wanted a man to impose himself on you, you would've gone to the clubâŠ
oh wait! You can't!
You're trapped here!!!!
You can't even get sexually harassed if you wanted to!
Not like you ever wanted to.
It's just another slap in the face, you guess.
As you continue to grumble, you shimmy yourself out of your shirt and kick off your sweats, throwing them somewhere in the home office that was your makeshift guest room.
God, those beasts get a whole manor, and you're stuck with sleeping on the floor.
What a beautiful way to live.
Stupid Pee man.
âStupid Noi!
He can forget having you spin the block for his dumb ass.
âŠ
Ugh. You can't commit to thatâŠhe's adorable.
NOT important!
You still need to be mad about what's-his-face.
âŠFucking dumbass, believing the mind magic shitâtheâŠ
-knock knock knock-
âŠ
You give a small huff, moving over to the door.
"What?" You say through the door, "Who goes there?"
"It is me."
A familiar deep voice announces.
"Nope! Closed for business!" You say back.
"Butâ"
"Lalalalalala!" You sing out, covering your ears, "Hear that? That's our closing jingle, you just missed us!"
"HumanâŠ" He says anyway. Despite your extremely mature and convincing response.
"Whoa! I didn't know people didn't respect jingles! How uncultured!"
"Human." He repeats.
"'Cause unless you're the tax man, I don't gotta serve you nothingâ!"
"I apologize for my outburst."
âŠ
heâŠ
"I did not mean to upset you."
âŠ
With care, you unlock the door until only your head is poking out. You squint at him, giving him a questioning look, "Go onâŠ"
"I unfortunately got overwhelmed with the involuntary enchantment you exude." He admits, looking away.
âŠgod damn it.
"As I've already explained, I don't do that." You sigh, "Whatever you're feeling is not of my doing."
Which doesn't seem to please him. If his pursed lips are anything to go by.
"âŠBut are you sure?" He pushes.
"Completely." You deadpan.
His face contorts into something akin to a grimace. A painful scrunch of his face as he looks to be internally figuring out what's wrong with him.
âŠ
He looks constipated.
And like he's about to explode.
âwhichâŠkind of is the exact same thing.
âŠ
On further inspection, he might actually die.
"Uh! You know what?" You start roughly, "I actually think I've made a mistake!"
His face relaxes, if only a smidge, as you continue, "Let me go into myâsacred chambers for like a secondâŠ"
You shut the door again, before turning and pretending to shuffle around some papers. As if you were looking for something.
"Oh, I swearâmy brain must beâoh no!" You say loud enough so he can hear you struggling behind the door.
"Ugh, I'm soâuhâŠforgetful!" You sigh before making your way back to the door.
You're met with his now calm face. Patiently waiting for your totally real excuse.
"I left myâmana restrainer open?" You admit, "Must've been exuding massiveâŠmanaâŠwaves."
He just tilts his head, confused but not fighting against your excuse.
like he believed it.
Hell yeah!
"Have you shut it yet?" He asks, trying to lean in to peak, "Because I am still feeling wavesâŠ"
âŠ
shit.
He still needs to get rid of those feelings. You pretending to turn it off won't get rid of hormones!
âŠDo Daemons even have hormones?
"Iâuh can't!" You admit.
"âŠYou cannot?" He asks.
"UnfortunatlyâuhâŠonce it's bound to someoneâŠ"
Fuck how do you spin this?
"It latches on until IâŠremove the energy from them?"
âŠ
You were gonna say suck, but that's just juvenile.
"Can you do that?" He asks, "I cannot let the others see me like this."
"YesâŠ" You mumble, "But it'll take some extremeâŠmeasures. Depending on what works."
"What are the measures?"
⊠Lord, forgive you.
"âŠPhysical touch?" You say, wincing in cringe.
âŠ
The soft red that was once on his cheeks blooms on every inch of his face. You could almost see steam blooming from his forehead.
And yet despite that, his expression stays stone cold neutral, his voice rocking into a soft, "That'll beâŠfine."
"along with thatâŠ" You continue, "I will try to desensitize you from feeling this wayâŠsave you the future pain in case it goes haywire again."
You give a pathetic laugh before, "Technology, manâŠ"
A joke that doesn't landâŠ
And a promise that you knew you couldn't assureâŠconsidering any previous pity fucks you've given out have manifested into men who would not leave you alone.
"Exposure therapy, we call it."
"I have not heard of thisâŠther-rahpy." He admits.
Wow, you could have never guessedâŠ
"Is this a common practice in your field of magic?"
âŠ
"Kind of." You admit, "But my means areâ"
broad, different, strange?
âUniqueâŠ" you decide, "âIt's a very delicate niche I possess, you see."
Sex appeal. That's the niche, apparently.
"What can I expect?" He asks.
"Who knows?" You admit, "It'llâŠdepend heavily on how you react."
"I am not weak. I can handle anything."
Is that what he got from that?
"Right." You say, "First test then."
You let the door open wider, letting him finally take a good look at what you've been hiding.
âYour body, that is.
You've been half-naked this entire time.
"How's this making you feel?"
"How did you get undressed so fast..?" He asks, his cheeks still glowing red.
"I have my ways." You shrug, moving up to grab his hands, "So..?"
"I am fine." He clears his throat, "I am a grown man, I have seen plenty of bodies barely clad."
AhâŠreally?
"Of course," You mumble sarcastically, "Such a great knight must be drowning in prospects."
"Not for me," He assures, "I just happen to be around."
"Noble." You hum, guiding him to sit on the desk chair near the corner.
"You okay with the next step?" You ask softly, squeezing his hands.
"That is�"
"Touching me?" You say lightly.
âŠ
"Yeahâ" He coughs, "Of course. I've touched plenty of bodies, as well."
Oh, of course.
"Have you done it likeâŠthis?" You ask sweetly, guiding his hands to your hips. Sliding them up and down, helping one find its place on your rear and the other cupping your chest.
"âŠnot particularly." He admits. His eyes flicker between your face and his hands touching your skin.
âŠ
Oh hell yes.
You didn't know what you expectedâŠbut it certainly wasn't a sweet, almost shy giant.
You can feel his fingers yearn to squeeze. The digits barely flexing against your soft skin.
"You're okayâŠ" You coo, "Squeeze meâŠ"
You hear what almost sounds like a whine bellow in his throat as his hands gently do as you command. His firm, calloused touch feels just right against your plush body.
"Good boy~" You whisper, feeling his fingers roll once over before stopping.
"C'monâŠyou can keep going."
"mhâ" He looks up to you with uncertainty in his eyes. That and clear restraint.
"I can take it, baby." You assure, "I'm not made of sugarâŠ"
He practically melts as he lets his hand knead against the fat of both your ass and breast, giving out tiny, incomprehensible whines.
You mewl in response, the dedicated but clumsy actions making you sigh, "Feel any better, honey?"
He doesn't clearly respond; instead, keeping his attention on the way your skin dents against his touch, how it springs back after he releases, like a nicely proofed dough.
You can't help but giggle at his fascination, "What's so interesting?" You hum, petting his hair as he shifts his hands to sit fully on your ass.
"You like it there better?" You ask softly.
"MhâŠ" he barely answers, looking up to you as he continues to knead the stress ball that was your body.
To which you just laugh and caress his face, boop his nose, and play with his soft lips. Flicking his bottom one and pulling the other one up to see his sharp caines.
"Such a pretty knight." You whisper, "So perfectly sweet."
"How are you doing?" You ask him softly, "Still feeling the magic?"
Almost immediately, he shakes his head, "'s getting worse."
Oh noâŠit's almost like foreplay makes things exponentially harderâŠ
âŠ
Heh. Hard.
But like also, that was the point. You had to prep him before you blew his mind.
If you didn't, he'd probably die on the spot.
"How about we step it up slightly?" You offer, moving to slip into place onto his lap, "How's this feel�"
As you shimmy into place, you could feel him twitch against your lightly clothed cunt.
âŠ
Fuck it feels massiveâŠ
You bite your lip as you let yourself rock for a moment.
"âYou doing okay, lovely?" You say slightly breathless, letting yourself loosen up with the texture of his needy cock.
"AhahâŠ" he nods wordlessly. His hands let go of their grasp because of the intensity.
giving you just the right chance to trail them to your thighs.
"Just as good here?" You ask softly, helping them massage.
He just nods softly, his head tucking itself into your chest.
And you continue to grind down against him, you can feel his lips flutter against your skin. Soft, gentle kisses place themselves between your boobs.
Soft, delicate touches that trail wherever he takes them. Adorable, until you feel his tongue swipe out subtly. The sensation is making you shiver.
To which he just continues, open-mouthed kisses against your stomach, just below your chest.
Like he was obsessed.
Through a soft huff, you can hear him mumble to himself, "Godsâyour skin tastes so sweet."
âŠ
You're gonna leave this man twitching.
"You know what might make you feel better?" You mumble, tilting his head back up.
"Mh?" He asks softly, letting his head tilt in your hands. With utter care and gentle movements, you manage your bra off, exposing yourself to him.
"Try these," You mumble.
Though he seems confused about what you're offering.
âŠ
Perhaps Daemons don't explore pleasure that isn't just "copulation" for the sake of procreation.
They seem like a barbaric enough group. That's how it was in medieval timesâŠwere they in medieval times?
They seem to be around the same area.
Which then would mean they probably only have sex for the mechanisms and not the experienceâŠ
âŠ
wait.
That's probably why Noi believed you put a curse on him. And why this one thinks you got some magical aura.
âŠThey don't understand what a hook-up is. Or being horny for no reasonâŠor finding people attractive for reasons other than genetic benefits or kingdom stuffâŠ
Shit!
It's so obvious, too!
You just thought he was grossly, irrevocably repressed.
You can work with this, though.
"Try putting your mouth on them." You offer, helping one of his hands back up to cup you correctly.
He gives a gentle hum, a tinge of red blooming on him again, "IâŠam not a baby, though?"
âŠ
?
"What?"
"There is no use." He says, "I do not need sustenance."
"Iâ" You scoff out a laugh, "I don't produceâDude."
"What?"
"It's not forâwoman don't lactate unless they're pregnant," you deadpan.
"Then what is the point?"
âŠ
Does that imply he'd do it if you did?
"I just think you'd mess with it." You admit, "You clearly like using your mouth to 'explore'âŠwe call that an 'oral fixation' around these parts."
You can watch his mouth purse for a moment, like he was debating it.
"I will attempt this 'fixation' on the oral then." He whispers, "If it'll calm me down."
Boldly, he catches your nipple with an open mouth, making sure to engulf it all at once.
He's tentative with his tongue motions, mostly trying to get a hang of itâŠ
But once you feel his cock twitch again, you know you got him hook, line, and sinker.
A low groan comes from him as his eyes lull, his lips managing to start sucking.
God, he's a fast learner.
To which you mewl sweetly, your own hands moving to grip his hair, "Oh fuck~ Pretty boyâŠ"
The name earns a louder groan, his mouth sucking harder.
"There you goâŠ" You muse, letting your hips grind down in response.
As a rewardâŠ
To be greedy.
Let's face it, you're already getting the lifetime of a reward by letting him do that. Did you need more stimulation?
Of course!
"Try the other one." You whisper, helping his chin to your left side.
A gruff, satisfied moan comes from him as he shuts his eyes fully, "âŠI wish I had two mouthsâŠ" He whines, lapping against the whole of your perk.
God, you're basically a wizard at this.
You can't help but chuckle at that, "You're so sillyâŠ"
GodâŠyou couldn't imagine how he'd be if you let himâŠ
Now that's just biblical greed.
Ugh.
But how long has it been since you've gotten top?!
Too long.
No.
This is about himâŠtechnically.
You can't really spin that into something that benefits him.
Maybe a rewardâŠ
No.
But you did wanna see something.
If he thinks your skinâs sweet, then he'd go insane for thisâŠ
"You wanna see something else, honey?" You whisper, leaning in against the top of his head.
"mhm~" He nods, not letting up on your skin.
"It's where all my magic comes from." You can't help but chuckle at the concept.
God, it's corny, but it's also technically true!
"âŠMh?" He sighs, letting his mouth pop from one of your now glistening nipples, "You're being?"
"Kind of..but, it's one of my greatest tools." You joke, helping one of his big hands cup between your legs, right against your already soaked panties.
"You know about this, don't you?" You ask softly, "You're not so unaware."
âŠ
He almost forgets to respond. Only managing a shallow nod.
You giggle softly, guiding his hand to brush your panties to the side, just enough to expose your heated cunt to the cold air of the room.
"You're warm." He whispers, only feeling the warmth emitted by it as his digits are just barely hovering, "âŠdo you have fire magic, as well?"
âŠ
He hasn't touched a pussy in all his life, has he?
"NoâŠI'm just that powerful," You joke, "You think you can handle itâŠ?"
He nods, quickly. Almost a hair needy.
You guide him slowly, helping him feel out your puffy clit. Might as well get him a head start on identifying thatâŠ
You can feel his breath hitch. His body stilling worse as you guide him down, right to where you're soaking.
"You're sopping." He mumbles, "Is thatâŠ"
"Normal? Expected?" You whisper, trying to keep an even tone, "yeahâŠbut only cause I like youâŠ"
âŠ
Slowly, he manages his middle and his ring to slide around, carefully feeling the slick of your excitement, the inviting warmth of your core, theâ
"Fuck~" you whine, feeling as his thick digits push into you with no resistanceâŠ
God, you're down worse than you imagined.
"Are you okay?" He jumps up, concerned, "Did I do somethingâ"
"MphâŠnoâ" you assure breathlessly, "justâŠtry, pushing in further?"
He tilts his head, confused but obliging you.
"âand then out again?"
You shudder softly, feeling him stretch you out, if only a little.
God, you haven't been fuck in so long, you might as well be a virgin.
"Keep doing that, honey?" You assure, "in and outâŠ"
And he doesâŠjust trying to figure it out.
"Does it feel nice, honey? Does it feel weird?" You ask, petting his head.
He can't help but nod, his eyes low and focused as he continues to test the waters. Slowly finding a rhythm.
"A little bit," he admits, exasperation at his tone, "It's likeâŠyou're sucking them in."
"That's just the magic working." You joke, "This is where I'm most powerful."
"âŠyou're taking it so greedily." He whispers, pushing them again as far as he could. His palm rubbing against your clit.
While thatâs only an observation from him in the moment. The way he utters it makes you clench. It's the closest thing to dirty talk you've heard since you started.
He notices, slightly jumping at the friction, "Can you do that on command?"
You mean, you couldâŠnot generally, but kegles help.
"NoâŠthat just means I really like you." You hum softly.
That gets something of a chuckle from him, a soft, introspective one.
Wellâas introspective as he could be while fingering you.
He seemed rather busy putting all his effort there. Obsessively, as some may call it.
Seems he rather enjoyed it.
But you know what he might really like�
The thought pops into your mind with astounding applause. You know he'd practically die.
"Baby," you whisper, "try thisâŠ"
You help his unwilling hand away from your needy pussy. Despite his will to keep himself in and continue âdoing his job". Gently, you guide his hands up and show him the glistening slick now sliding off of them.
God, you'd be so embarrassed if you cared. Just realizing how soaked you are for some stranger.
"Pull them apart," you command, showing him how he should part his fingers.
To let him watch the liquid split and connect them anyway. A string of your essence, like a web in between them.
"You wanna try it?" You ask gently.
"Try�" He mumbles, confused but certainly intrigued.
"Like taste it." You giggle.
"I can do that?" He utters.
"WellâŠyeah." You assure, "It's not bad for you."
But really, depending on the person, it could suck. Not like that would apply to youâ
With clear hesitation, he brings his fingers to his face, gently licking off what he can.
Just one swipe at firstâŠbefore his composure falters and he finally tastes it.
As subtle as he tries to come off, you can see the exact moment your juice hits his taste buds. The moment it hits his system like crack.
Maybe it was just the way he speeds up his lapping and his eagerness to get every drop, or the rush to settle his fingers back into placeâŠto collect moreâŠto get you to produce moreâŠ
You had a hunch.
Despite the race, he focuses back on you with diligence.
A soft lull in action in favor of him justâ
"Do you thinkâŠmy mouth would work better?" He asks a little desperately, disruptively into the softness now, "toâpull the mana outâŠI mean."
Huh?
"What D'ya mean, honey?" You whisper, too focused on his fingers to really comprehend whatever he's saying.
"You are saying that this is where your magic derivesâŠ" he tries explaining, "So that means this is where the excess mana is stored and leaking out of, I'm sure."
Fuckâyou almost forgot the lie.
Too busy with your cunt being bullied politely by his hand to care about anything else.
"You said I needed to rid you of the energy?"
"Justâget rid of the energy." You correct.
"âand I don'tâI think that would be inefficient?" You admit, not wanting to push him into it despite your need. You were honestly just gonna suck him off to call it even, butâŠ
"I don't think so." He slightly asserts, "It just makes sense."
âŠ
Is he fighting to eat you out?
Noâlike he saidâŠhe's under the impression that this is⊠a necessity.
WhichâŠnow realizing the circumstances that brought you hereâŠ
"How so?" You shudder softly, ignoring your own mind.
"How would it be inefficient if I'm pulling it directly from the source?" He continues, "I'm doing good right now. I think I could make a difference then."
To emphasize his point, he looks up at you with his soft, pleading eyes.
"You said my mouth was powerful."
�
That makes you scoff out an amused laugh, "I never said anything of the sort."
He just gives a soft huff as he places his head against your bare skin. Looking up with soft, soulful eyes, silently pleading for you to let him.
âŠ
Overgrown puppy dog.
That should only work with someone like Noiâhow dare he?
âŠ
But damn if it isn't working.
"You wouldn't rather have me touch you?" You ask, "Pull the poison from you?"
"You haven't cast anything on me." He mutters, "There's nothing in my system."
You can't help but laugh at that, "so then how do you think I cursed you?"
âŠ
"âŠ" his face morphs into a slight grimace, like he had been caught by his own words.
"It isâŠdependent on the type of magic." He overcorrects by keeping his face straight, his fingers thrusting slightly faster, "but I am not familiar with themâŠso I am unsure."
"Because you're a knight and not a scholar?" You give a tiny laugh.
To which he nods subtly, "But, I think thatâŠthe aura exuding from you will soften when I uhâ"
"Eat me out?" You say out loud, giving him a rushing red tint.
"I will not eat you." He assures, "That is a part of the cruel and unusual punishments you and Ava set upâcannibalism, or however you call it, is it not?"
Close enough.
"âŠwell, there's no harm in trying it, is there?" you coo, letting your fingers slide down to trace the print of his dick despite it, "But, are you sure you don't want anything?"
His face is emboldened with embarrassment. His hand stutters with their rhythm.
"YesâI meanâŠ" He clears his throat, "I cannot let myself be distracted from the goal."
"Alright." You relent gently, but still help yourself to dipping your finger behind the hem of his pants, "ButâŠcan't you let him breathe for me, please?"
You needed to see what he's got packing. It's been itching at you since you watched it bloom right under you.
"Himâ" He mutters in confusion before he corrects himself, "Of courseâŠIf that's what you want."
"Well, of course, it's bad for the process," you assure.
It was pure curiosityâŠmixed with the needed assurance that he wasn't going to absolutely cream his only set of clothes.
âŠnot like you assumed he'd cum while eating you out.
You were only hoping.
Quickly, you two move over to the bed of pain and suffering (your makeshift mattress on the floor) and settle on your knees. On the way, you help him out of those silly pants.
"You want to keep the shirt on?" You ask softly, keeping your finger on his boxers.
"Iâ" He looks away, "I think so."
"No problem." You assure, "These thoughâŠgotta come off."
You giggle as you slowly pull them off, watching carefully how it strains the length of his deprived cock, pulling it flat against his thigh as long as you take to fully take it off.
What can you say? You love the journey.
Until, of course, it bobs up, standing proud. Thick, natural, and utterly desperate.
âŠAnd you said Noi's dick was nice.
"âŠwill you get embarrassed if I said I'd die happy if I got to sit on that?" You decide to utter for no particular reason. Out of nervousness, probably. This is definitely one of the bigger ones you've had to deal withâŠ
Maybe you're rather glad he decided to repress himself enough to shut down any physical affection directed to him. You couldn't imagine how you'd make it fitâŠ
âŠor could you?
"âŠWhy would you sit on it?" He asks in confusion.
âŠ
"Who knows?" Is all you reply, simply glad he gave you an unintentional out.
"UhâbutâŠ" you move to lie on your back, putting your weight on your forearms so you can watch him, before spreading your legs open just the right amount.
RightâŠtotally attractive and not like you're at the gyno's officeâŠ
Maybe that's just cause he's just standing back andâŠwatching.
Starting at the gift you've placed at his feetâknees? Slightly open-mouthed and dumbfounded.
âŠwait fuckâyou're stillâŠ
"How 'bout you unwrap me now?" You offer, letting your legs close up to lift them up straight in the air together playfully, "You can try with it onâŠBut I think you'll get annoyed."
That and you're not entirely sure he won't just chew your lace off like a fucking piece of gum.
"Y-yeahâyeah." He nods quickly, moving closer to do just thatâŠ
With delicate hands and some shuffling, he helps peel off your (embarrassingly) soaked undergarments from your equally embarrassing cunt.
And with the way he's looking at it nowâŠit must be a fucking world record.
"Whenever you're ready, love." You assure, letting your foot lightly tap his shoulder. To knock him out of the dazeâŠget this show on the roadâŠ
"mhâŠ" He responds halfheartedly, shuffling into a comfortable position, helping you spread out your thighs with his large hands. His grip indenting your soft flesh.
Maybe if he kept it there long enough, you'll have a sick bruise to recall this later on.
"Like this�" He whispers, leaning down to just hover where you need him. The breath of his words ghosted a touch onto your sensitive clit.
"MhmâŠ" You nod gently, "However, you think you wanna do it."
âŠyou'll correct him later on.
And with the confirmation, he lulls his tongue out, taking the flat of it against the entirety of your anatomy and licking a line straight up it.
That of course makes you shiver, your hand already moving to grip his hair.
At that, he seems to hesitate. Stopping in his tracks for just a momentâŠ
Then, he gives another one, this time keeping his focus on your entrance. Exactly where that nectar he was craving was seeping from.
An audible moan hits your skin as his mouth attaches to it. Its vibration is causing you to instinctively squeeze your thighs.
To which he only grumbles, forcing them back into place. All without him flicking his eyes up.
Far too busy scooping up exactly what he's been begging for. His tongue pushes itself further into your core, searching for more.
Whining when he can't reach any further.
Groaning as he manages to figure out how to replicate his earlier fingering with his tongue.
And finally, humming as his actions help coax out even more of your honey.
Like a damnâŠoil rigâ
Fuck~
You're trying to keep yourself from falling back and becoming immobilized. But how could you whenâ
"Ahh~" You whimper, feeling the bridge of his nose press against your neglected clit. Rubbing into it as he presses his face as close as he can.
You'd be scared he couldn't breatheâŠif it weren't for the fact that he was breathing so fucking heavy. The hot air of it fans the cooling slick still caked on your inner thighs. Against the saliva of that first test swipe.
Your hips can't help themselves as they grind against his nose. Nor can your hands as you pet his hair, scratch his scalp, push his head closer.
âŠgrip onto his horns.
A pathetic-sounding groan emits from the heart of his chest, rising up and through to his tongue. Flooding your velvet walls with that delicious resonance.
"Oh fuckâ" You say breathlessly, keeping your hands there, gripping onto them with a now desperate need. Using them as handle bars to keep him right there.
How could you not when he's basically a human rabbit vibrator now?
You can see his eyes roll back into his skull, reacting to your needy actions. A pathetic cry, and sloppier actions. Which make him groan, one that sounds more annoyed than desperate.
And then he seems to change his tune.
Instead of keeping himself cocooned in your cunt, he's moving out to clean out the rest of your anatomy. The slick, his drool. Whatever he could fixâ
Or figure out better.
Because he seemed to need that.
The texture of your folds, the shivering you give as he teases your slit, the audible cry heard as he laps at your clit.
That seems to do him in.
His attention draws itself there, the tip of his tongue circling around your clit, poking at it, pressing flat against it. His mouth occasionally sucking on it. Only enough to make you sob againâŠbefore cycling back to the soft stuff.
Actions that draw unfinished sentences from your mouth. Babbles that you're sure have some meaning, but that you're too fucked to figure out fully.
âŠonly getting worse as you notice one of his hands removing itself from your thighs, and finding its way right at your entrance.
Two digits.
Pointer and middle, slowly sinking back into your needy cunt. Your pussy sucking them in just as greedily as his mouth was in that moment.
Hugging them tight. Almost uncomfortably, as they have to fight to start their rhythm.
In and outâŠinâŠout.
Curl.
"Fuck me!~" You cry, lulling your head back at the sensation.
Who the fuck taught him that?!
"You cannnnââhng~ PuhâŠ" You slur, your hand moving to push his head away. To trying to fuckingâstop him?! OrâsomethingâŠlet yourself breathe for like half a second. Because you will not be outclassed by a man eating pussy for the first time!
Unfortunately though, his unused hand still on your thigh grips your flesh harder, holding you in place and ripping it open further to compensate for the other one trying to close up. And as well, in what you deem punishment, he starts sucking against your bud for longer.
"Fuuuuuck." You groan, your nails scraping his horn instead.
Did you just jolt because he's tonguing your shit? Or doing that stupidâfuckin' curling orâ
"Pierce! Holy shitâ" You gasp loudly, his name finding its way to your consciousness as he speeds up his movements, The motions of him piercing into you making you come to, "Ohhh fuck! Just like thatâmhâI'm gonnaâ"
You whimper. Your eyes are blearing tears. Your mouth hangs wide as you let out pathetic, longing moans.
Cumming before you could even warn him.
âŠand just your luck that he's coaxed you to squirt too.
âŠlucky fucking bastard.
You feel the point of no return, like an actual geyser. And when the liquid hits him as well.
He jolts back, shocked.
Blinking up to find your exhausted, euphoric face watching his in (relative) horror. Scanning over you to see the tiny jolts of pleasure running through you in the aftermath. Examining the gushing mixture of actual ejaculation, slick, squirt, and his own saliva splay your lower half like he was admiring a Jackson Pollock painting.
andâŠhe doesn't say anything.
Instead, he just watches it. For a moment.
Before his large hand moves to wipe some of it off. Running along your slit and making you shiver even more.
He himself, bated breath and flushed face. Eyes blinking rapidly as if trying to compute what the hell just happened.
"Was thatâŠall of it?" He asks, clearing his hoarse throat, distracted by playing with the liquid.
"I don'tâŠ" You try to respond, "ProbâŠehâŠ"
You just flop back instead, too unbothered to try to assure him that he did a good job.
âŠ
And you felt then that you were going to pass out. Exhausted? Drained? Utterly satisfied?
Until he speaks up again, "âŠI think I got distracted."
"Huh?"
You do your best to look back at him, now sitting up on his knees. Hands politely tucked behind his back, and his stomach glistening. Drawing your attention down it and to his equally spent cock. Dribbling his own release.
"HahâŠ" You manage a laugh, sitting up to look at where he was lying.
Just as expectedâŠa pool of his own excitement.
âŠsweeeeet.
"I'm sorry for the mess on your bed." He apologizes gently, "You were tugging on my horns andâŠthe friction from the bed felt too good to stop."
"nahâ's fine." You dismiss, a wry, depraved smile finding your lips at the image. Him pathetically humping against the sheets as he ate you out. Pretending he was fucking into your sloppy cunt. Probably desperate to get his turn in there.
...Or maybe it was from the excess energy he had when tasting you. That manifests itself into an unconscious action that he was unaware was happening until he was flowing against your bed...and rubbing into his stomach...but that didn't stop him from continuing to use his messy release as the perfect kind of lube.
ugh.
You'd cum again just from the idea.
"I've seen worseâŠ"
âŠ
"âŠI think, thoughâŠthat that must've frayed my focus from my objective." He continues, his tone turning slightly desperate, breathless as his eyes try to level themselves on your face and not your well-loved pussy, "I believeâŠthere might still be some mana left. If I couldâŠcan I continue? Toâuh, ensure itâs all gone."
âŠ
This was gonna be a long night.
I didn't think I'd enjoy writing for Pierce as much as I did. But you never know unless you try. plus i totally didn't mean to write 8k words...that's A LOT.
Requested by a lovely anon! Motivated me enough to actually do it instead of lounge around and screw off. Though I did take some creative liberties...
He's just a munch dems da rules unfortunately - hunnithan
An Involuntary Leave Of Absence And Its Consequences
pairing: post-rehab!Frank Langdon x Reader
summary: After his ten month involuntary leave of absence, you two find yourselves trying to get back into the groove of things. What that means exactly is starting to rekindle into something you don't quite recall.
tags: post-rehab!Frank Langdon, Multi-Skilled Technician!reader, flirty!out-going!reader, like you're second to Robby in the whore olympics (/j), hints/allusions to Dr. Mel King x reader, established relationship, work friends, lots of history, their entire relationship really really subtle if you're not paying attention (sorry), jealous!Frank Langdon, "slow burn", Micro-cheating, boundary-pushing, dubious actions and affections, mention of drugs/rehab, reader being unconditionally supportive, mentions of Abby Langdon and their kids, deep talks, not fluff but not really angst either, ig bittersweet?, unsatisfying ending, unspoken/unrealized feelings, lots of unconscious denial, they are both implicit in this crime (/j), there's something wrong with me. SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 !!!
length: 10.35 k words (omg...)
notes: i don't even really know if this truly counts as an x reader since it's soâŠ"not romantic". At least in the traditional sense. It's really a mix of an x reader, a slight character study, want to write angst/taboo dynamics, and a desire to write a reader-insert for The Pitt. So if you're into that thenâŠhere's that.
(maybe I'll actually develop into a long fic if I hate myself enough.) also this was written before the last two episodes of season 2 so if something happens it didn't actually (/j)
"Thank you, Mr.Kovich. We'll call you when it's your turn." You lean forward to speak into the glass panel settled between you and the sea of poor, innocent patients waiting for their turn in chairs.
The older gentleman, whom you just served, bows slightly before turning away to (hopefully) find a seat in that mess.
With a sigh, you lean back into your chair, taking a deep breath before looking over to your "partner-in-crime," as you love to call her.
"It's only eight a.m., and it's already a mess. Can you believe that, Lupe?" you complain to the older woman who's already been checked out since she clocked in.
"It's a Saturday, what exactly do you expect?" She deadpans, shuffling around the piled papers in front of her.
"A conga line and a banner that states, 'thanks for all you do, here's a free vacation and Dr.Robby's head on a spike," you say wistfully as you spread your hands out into the air in front of you.
"Keep dreaming, sisterâŠ" she scoffs, "Lord knows he doesn't answer prayers like that anymore."
"I'll sayâŠ" You scoff, your hand rubbing the building stress from your forehead.
In the middle of your self-soothing action, various loud bangs of the glass in front of you startle you out of your stupor.
"Sirâ" Lupe's already starting before she's cut off.
"You know how long it's been since I've been here?" The disgruntled man speaks.
"Unfortunately, no, but I'm guessing a while?" You say, pushing up a far more polite voice.
"I've been here since five in the morning!" He shouts, "What kind of establishment are you running here?!"
"An emergency room in the second-largest city in Pennsylvania." You quip, "Lookâwe are trying the best we can, sir, but we run case by case, highest severity to lowest. I'm sorry that someone having a life-threatening injury is inconveniencing you."
"Fucking bitch!" The guy bangs on the glass again, to your unsurprise.
"Hey! Hey!" You yell, getting up from your chair, "You gonna act like an adult or am I gonna have to get that security guard over there to kindly escort you out of the premises?"
You point over to Mike, who was already on high alert because of the disruption. Hand readying on his belt where his handcuffs reside.
The man is silent as he looks behind him and then back to you.
"Now, I want you to get treated, sir; that's the only thing I want for everyone here." You assure, relaxing slightly, "But that's impossible if we're not all calm and willing."
You stick your hand out before continuing, "I can't guarantee anythingâŠbut you will be seen. Andâhow about thisâI can't offer anything in the meantime, but when you get cleared for food, I'll personally send you something to eat. I'm sure we haven't eaten yet today?"
That offer seems to calm him down slightly, "Fine. How long?"
"That I cannot estimateâŠbut if you're still here around ten, I've got a few urgent cares I could pull up for you in case. You dying?" You joke lightly as you tilt your head.
"âŠno, but I'm just very concerned." He says.
"Aren't we allâŠ" You shake your head, "but trust me enough to help you, and you'll be fineâŠNow find a seat."
Without another word, the guy nods and leaves with his tail tucked behind his legs.
"Why can't I have you here all the time?" Lupe sighs out into the tense silence.
"Cause I like to go with the wind," You joke, "I'm a glutton for punishment? IâŠ.enjoy instability? Take your pick, they're all true."
"Hm.." Her eyebrows raise slightly at your comments before continuing, "Well, I can't say I'm surprisedâŠI don't know anyone who's willing to go between the front and the floor like you."
"Again, glutton."
"I'll say," She shakes her head, "Maybe that's why you're so anal sometimes. You gotta cool it with the sarcasm."
"I guessâŠbut maybe it's the only thing keeping me alive."
"Tell that to Gloria." She says with a hum.
"Gloria loves me!" You assure, "says I got the highest patient satisfaction of anyone out here."
"I'm sure MST and doctor aren't comparable."
"They're not, butâI take what I can." You shrug, "It feels like I got tenure."
That makes her scoff, "This ain't no academic university! You can't have tenure."
"Yeah, well, feels like it." You shrug, "Maybe she just likes me cause I know how to de-escalate incidents without threatening violence."
Lupe just keeps her eyes on you before reluctantly indulging you, "Because of yourâ"
"Cause of my previous experience as a 9-1-1 operator, yes." You finish for her.
"You love to brag."
"Stone me for my sins." You say with ease.
"You'll get something, that's for sure." Lupe scoffs.
"And that is�" You ask.
"A letter from HR when a patient decides to report you?"
"I cherish the day." You say, "I'll lose my job⊠become a full-time front desk clerk for an optometrist insteadâŠLess stress, fewer hoursânicer people?"
"Oh ha ha." She deadpans.
"I'm serious!"
"You wouldn't last a day."
"Who says?"
"MeâŠand everyone else here who knows you like the amount of paperwork."
She wasn't lying. You loved having to chart and file and anything else that pertained to recordkeeping. Hell, you'd do some of the doctors' charting for them if it were legal.
Still, you scoff, shaking your head, "Sure. Whatever you say."
You look back at the settled crowd of people just beyond your desk. It's far calmer than days as of late.
Though you'd never say that out loud. You knew the consequences.
Instead, you focus your attention on something else.
You lean further back, trying to get a glimpse over to triageâŠand a certain someone who's working it. Someone you didn't expect to be there. And someone who hasn't been here for longer than you've wanted.
"âŠbut you know what I do likeâŠ" You say lightly, leaning back further to catch his form, how he has to lean down to examine a patient cause he's just so tall.
"No, but I can tell." She utters, "unprofessionalâŠ"
You roll your eyes, "It's not unprofessional if I'm not serious. That, and I do it with everyone."
"That makes it worse, actually."
You suck your teeth before defending yourself, "âŠI'm just glad he's back after so long! Ten months without that oddball was rough."
AndâŠthat was definitely part of it. The 'admiration' comes in at a close third. But there was something else bugging you.
You let your eyes hover for a moment. Just watching his micro movements. The way he slightly struggles to stand straight fluidly. The tweak in his wrist as he shakes off the pain.
Despite your constant phone calls during his absence. The countless text exchanges you've shared, making sure he was doing okay.
You still barely understood his situation.
He sure as hell wasn't gonna spill his guts about something so embarrassing and scarring. No one else knew or even seemed to care. And all you could get from a few other individuals (Princess and Perlah) were wild rumors.
But stillâŠ
âŠGod, you should've seen it sooner.
The change in his demeanor, his inability to stand stillâŠ
You're a professional, for Christ's sake.
âYou're his friend!
Or at least you'd like to think you were.
All of that, and yet, you never realized that he was in such a dark place in his life.
You clear your throat and sit correctly again, "Don't you have favorites?"
"Yeah, but they're not here by choice." She eyes you again.
"Thank you." You smile.
"Not an indirect." She scoffs, "No one wants to be working here willingly."
"Flattering," You deadpan, "If that's the caseâŠI think I gotta get going to check the floor. Make sure we don't got an influx of backdoor patients."
"You'd love that." Lupe hums.
"AndâŠI gotta say goodbye to my close, personal friend Dr. Robinavitch. He is leaving for forever," you grin.
"Head-on-spike?"
"Now who said that?"
"There's the guy I wanted to see!" you say proudly as you walk up behind Robby, who was busy click-clacking on that keyboard of his. Your hand moves up to slap his back 'gently'.
"âGood morning to you too, [__]." He groans out, looking back over to you, "How I was so excited to see you today."
His tone is obviously saying the opposite, but you just take that with stride, "What was the other option? Having your last shift before your little three-month sabbatical free of me? Heartbreaking."
"Yepâthat was the plan." He grimaces.
"Well, you're shit outta luck in that aspect."
"Don't I know it."
"Oh, c'mon, man. You know you'll miss me." You bump his chair with a smile.
"âŠYeah, sure." He admits as he gets up, "I'll miss you as much as you missed that patient's vein last week."
"Hey! I said I was sorry! I even brought the lady some strawberry shortcake from the cafeteria free of charge!"
He just shakes his head as he looks down at you, "It'll be lovely to work with you one last time."
"I'd like to leave an impression," you assure, spreading your arms open.
"What's that?" He asks.
"Oh, c'mon Robinabitch, it's a hug!"
"No."
"So I'm just left without your touch for three months, then?" You say with a pout, "I see how it is."
"You won't miss it," he dismisses.
"Nah, I will. You're a strong man." You grin with a wink, "You crack my back just right."
He just scoffs before relenting, "Maybe after my shift's over."
"I'll hold you to it, then." You move back, "Soâwhat d'ya need me for?"
"I don't need you for anythingâŠ" He assures, "Just do your labs when instructed, change the rooms when they're out of use, andâŠI shouldn't have to be telling you thisâyou've worked here for too long."
"Yeah, but you're still mansplaining my job right to me." You huff a laugh, "Check that privilege."
He just shakes his head.
"âHeyâŠ" You start, "You think I could help out in triage, actually? I think it'd be good to have the extra set of hands there. Turn over more people on this very patriotic day."
"Yeah sureâjust make sure it's okay with DanaâŠshe's the one who cares."
"Yeah, but you always seem to need final say in everything." You quip.
"Geeeet going." He commands, pointing towards the nursing station.
"Okay! Okay!!"
There was no trouble from then on. You got the go-ahead from Dana, and you were free to get in there and assist the triage nurse in charge.
Though, despite your insistance and desire to help, reallyâŠyou had only one clear reason to come this way.
After you've finished collecting and sending samples from one of your patients, you find exactly whom you've been hoping to catch.
Now vulnerable and right in front of youâŠseemingly free of the shackles of working on a patient in this very moment.
"Were you just never gonna say hey?"
"âJesus!" He flinches at your voice, looking up in wild surprise, "You scared the mess outta me!"
Your eyes widen at the reaction before relaxing right back, "ApologiesâŠ" you snicker, "I actually really didn't mean to do thatâŠbut I'm glad it happened."
He gives a settled huff before nodding, "And I'm glad to see you."
Your eyebrows quirk at that, "Are you?"
"âŠYes?"
"You didn't say hi when you were called to the front desk, that's why." You retort, "I was right there, and you didn't say anything!"
He looks back, his hand moving up to scrub the tension from his brow, "Damn itâŠI didn't see you actually."
He pulls back before taking a good look at you, "Must've been the shame and awkwardness of it all, I don't know." He deflects with a joke.
Damn.
Well, you could understand that much.
"Don't worry about it, dude, just teasing." You smile towards him, "I'm glad to see your face in person. It's been too long since I've had that luxury."
"Probably because I was basically on house arrest for all of that time," He sighs, his hand coming up to fidget with his badge, "âŠPlus it would probably be weird for you to stop by."
You tilt your head in confusion at the statement. Was it that you two weren't close enough for that? Maybe so, yâall were only work friends after all.
"I meanâbecause, Abby would've assumed you were coming by to drop off pills orâsomething else crazyâŠ" He fumbles out, trying to explain the off-putting sentence.
Oh. Well, yeah, sure.
âŠyou completely understand where his wife is coming from in that sense. It must be difficult for her to cope with this. Her trust broken. Her struggle now.
You couldn't imagine, but you also don't blame her for her strictness.
âŠnot like you'd even try to stop by.
You didn't think that was too appropriate.
StillâŠ
"Really now? Do I have the face of a drug dealer?" you ask, pointing to yourself.
"More like a Girl Scout troop leader." He corrects, "And that's a compliment by the way, they're brutal, cutthroat women."
"Thanks," You nod with a smile, "Speaking of cutthroatâhow's your first day back so far?"
His shoulders rise as he looks out over you, "ItâŠcould be worse."
"How're things withâŠ" You trail off, leaving room for the name of your attending physician.
"Why do you think I'm over here?" He answers, "I don't think he trusts me on the floor."
HeâŠmight have a point?
If the rumor about him being high during shift were true, he'd probably have a certain amount of logical hesitanceâŠ
But if it weren'tâŠ
Then that feels like some kind of stigma.
Your eyebrows furrow at the thought. Robby wasn't theâŠmost open-minded individual. He still unconsciously held biases that he'd get defensive about whenever they were brought up.
âŠbut who doesn't?
If only said to give him the benefit of the doubt.
But, he shouldn't let those things control how he feels about others, god forbid a patient.
"Robby is an ass." You assure, "He's as tight as they come, actuallyâso I'm sure it's nothing personal. He'd be the same if it were me."
That makes Langdon's face scrunch, "Yeah, but you wouldn't do what I did."
"Who says?" You smirk, "You don't know what I'm capable of! I could be flying high every night."
"YeahâŠI doubt that." He cracks a tiny smile, "You'd never jeopardize those random drug screenings they have us take."
"You act like I don't know exactly how long every illicit substance takes to be clear from the body," you remind, "Just in case I ever wanted to party."
"Sure, partying at your ageâ"
You lightly hit his shoulder, scoffing, "A girl can dream. And I'm far freer than you."
He pauses for a moment before continuing slowly, "Why do you say that?"
"Because I don't have kids, Frank?" you grin, not noticing his hesitance, "GodâI can barely handle my nephew sometimes, I don't know how you do it with two monsters under five. No offense to Penny and Tanner, of course."
"Oh." He says with an exasperated sigh, "No, yeahâŠI guess you're right."
"That reminds meâŠyou got anything planned with the family?" You ask, "Y'know? Cause it's the Fourth?"
"UhâŠno, probably not." He admits, "Abby took the kids to her parents' houseâŠfor the dayâcause they have a pool. And by the time I get home, they'll probably be too tired to stay up for the fireworksâŠ"
"Damn," you say, "Aye, but that leaves you and Abby alone, that's fun."
"NoâŠshe'll probably be exhausted too."
Oh.
"Well, 'tis the season. I don't have anything planned either." You try to comfort him, "How about we celebrate with some of those loft-house sugar cookies, then? I'll pick some up during my break."
He just looks at you with a questionable expression, a small smile with raised eyebrows.
"The ones that have red, white, and blue sprinkles." You explain, "It'll be like you're ingesting our marvelous country. Just something small to celebrate the day."
"Besides treating fireworks injuries, heatstroke, and the like?"
"Something lighter." You shrug.
"Yeah, that sounds nice." He smiles, "though I'd prefer something to eat."
"No packed lunch?" You ask.
"NahâŠI didn't want to bother her with that." He says, looking out to the distance.
"Well, let's get that too." You assure, "What's the most patriotic food?"
"A hamburger?"
"BoringâŠ" you tease, "I mean that's the correct answer, but it doesn't feel inspired."
"Are you just trying to get me to choose something you want?" He laughs.
"Who would do such a thing?" You gasp, "I'm just saying, we gotta get something that'sâ"
"Ma'am! I need some water, please!!!" A patient yells over to you.
"Oh shitâwe'll continue this conversation later." You state, pointing at him, "Don't go running off on me."
"We'll see about thatâŠ" Langdon just chuckles, "I'll let you know what I wantâŠor when I figure out what you do."
You snap your fingers at him as you walk off, giving him one final passing glance.
He just stands there, his eyes keeping contact with yoursâŠbefore begrudgingly going back to his chart.
Back to business. Back to work.
Like nothing truly changed, and he's just regular old Dr.Langdon.
You're glad, at least. That everything hasn't buried him. That he's doing well and that his life hasn't crumbled over him.
That's all you could hope for.
Unfortunately for you, your plans of 'celebrating' with Langdon over lunch were dead in the water once a code black was issued at one of the other hospitals in the area.
A tragic situation, reallyâŠ
âŠOne that you had already lost a bet on with the rest of your coworkersâŠ
Twenty dollars, caused by a surge of heatstroke cases from the Anthro-con happening in that area, lasting for four hours, and about twenty cases were going to be redirected to your hospital. Or at least that's what you proposed.
But turns out it's just something boring. A cyber attack and ransom.
Boo! Who cares...
Well, everyone.
Considering the whole department had to revert to such 'ancient technology' as pen and paper. What a travesty, really.
That, combined with the overwhelming influx of patients, had created what some would call "a shit show."
And they'd be right.
What once was to be one of the busier days of the seasonâŠturned into one of the busiest. Your hospital's patients, plus the ones redirected from WestBridge, create what you could almost call hell on Earth.
You're just lucky it wasn't hot as wellâŠ
What you weren't lucky about was the fact that Robby was riding everyone's ass.
Mckay, Langdon, Mohanâ
"Room change, twenty-two. Bed's been empty for three minutes, [__], move it." Robinavitch snaps as he passes you in the hall.
âŠyou.
"On. It." You respond with an exasperated tone, already on your way there since Princess had asked you kindly a few moments prior.
âŠAt least she had the decency to give you grace, seeing as you had just finished clearing a whole other wing. BY YOURSELF.
But whatever. You're pulling your weight, and that's what matters.
"Don't take that too personally, dear." Dana assures, moving to your side, "Old man's just bothered that this happened on his last shift."
"You think?" You laugh slightly, "You'd think he'd be relieved this is the last time he'd have to do this for a while and pull back a little."
"He's a tough nut."
"I bet he was," you grumble.
"Who was what?" A familiar voice pops in from behind you.
"Ah." Dana sighs, "Aren't we glad to be graced with your presence there, Dr.Langdon?"
"Aren't we." You look back to his place behind you, "HeyâŠ"
He turns and gives you a polite smile, "Feels like it's been forever since we've been in the same space."
"It's been like a few hours." You laugh, turning fully and leaning against the counter.
"And it was once ten months, can you believe it?" He leans down slightly to level your eyesight.
She can.
"Have you decided what you want?" You asked.
"No, but I think I know what you do." He says, pretending to think about it for a moment, "Arrest me if I'm wrong, but you're thinking ofâŠa chipped ham sandwich with barbecue-flavored chips."
You just smile before shaking your head, "I was imagining a hot dogâŠ"
"Oh God, don't even remind me of those right now." He shudders, "I had to deal with a patient thatâeugh. Just no."
"WellâŠthat offer's off the table." You laugh, "Guess I'll have to indulge in my Chicago Dog alone."
"Please."
"What's this about food now?" Dana butts in, "You two dreaming up what to eat already?"
"For what it's worth." You shrug.
"Ha! Keep dreamin'. You're stuck here like the rest of us! At least until this little incident settles," She chuckles.
"Don't I know it."
You look back over at the room you had just been ordered to clean, still sitting thereâŠuntouched.
"Guess I should flip that room before Robby comes back and runs me over with his bike." You sigh, "Twenty-two'll be ready in five, Dana." You assure her as you walk off.
"I know you can do it in four." She teases, shouting over to you.
"Yeah, yeah. You keep dreaming." You shout back.
âŠ
âŠ
"You mind putting me in that room?" Langdon asks the still-watching charge nurse next to him.
"If you don't mind whatever I assign ya." She laughs.
"Can I get some company too?" He jokes.
"Now you're being demanding." She scoffs, knowing that he's referring to the once here MST, "Already jumping to hoard 'ms.putty' again� What if I need her somewhere else?"
"Well, that's how it was before I left. Stuck to me like glue till' you sent her away," He shrugs, "I just thought we could jump back to normal."
He looks behind him to his estranged attending walking briskly away, then back at the door to the room, "I'd like at least one thing to do that." He mumbles to himself.
Dana just tilts her head, a playfully sympathetic look finding her face, "OkayâŠNo promises, but I'll try. She's a popular act, after all."
"Better than nothing." He nods, sucking in a breath, "I also need to finish putting in my order. I'm starved, and she's paying."
"Don't tell me that." Dana whines, "You'll get me jealous."
It hadn't been more than a few minutes.
More than five but less than ten, you're sure.
Maybe to spite Robby, maybe to give yourself a little break when you're inevitably ushered somewhere else.
Hey, you take your breaks when you can get them.
And as you push the door open, you're greeted with a frazzled-looking Mel.
"Oh! Heyâyou okayâ?" You open the door wider to reveal she's accompanied by a certain someone, "Oh my god, hey Becca! What're you doing here?"
"Hi, [__]!" She says excitedly, moving to hug you, "I'm here cause my stomach hurts."
"Oh, well, that's no good." You say reciprocating the gesture, "You're in total luck, though. We can fix you right up."
You take a second to smile at her before turning your attention to Mel, who looked both utterly relieved and yet completely melted. You're sure you recall exactly why.
"âŠYou good?" You ask softly, moving up to hold her forearm gently.
To which she just shakes her head, "Iâmean yeah justâŠ"
"The meeting?" You finish for her, remembering her deposition.
She just nods, "Just nervous."
"Well, like I keep reminding you. It'll be okay." You lean in closer to her with a soft smile.
To which she just nods slightly, taking in a big, clumsy breath.
âŠA self-regulating move you two haven't quite mastered.
"NowâŠwhat I'm seeing right now is that you need me to keep Becca company while we wait for a nurse and you get back to work." You state, telling her that it's okay for her to leave them so she can decompress.
"Yeahâyeah. That'll beâŠyeah." She nods.
"You think you could put up with me that long?" You turn to Becca, who just smiles at you.
"Yeah! That's fine!"
You nod before turning to Mel, mouthing a tiny, "go ahead. I got it."
...
...
...
And while you were planning on taking off when Perlah arrived to take care of Becca, you ultimately stayed when she asked you to. Despite knowing that you should probably be off doing other thingsâŠ
But you really didn't want to disappoint her.
So you promised just until her doctor came. Just until then.
Now you find yourself at the side of her bed, finishing up some charting while having a very vibrant dialogue with one of your favorite people.
Until, of course, the door creaks open. Mel and a certain doctor you can't seem to escape today.
"Speak of the devil!" You say jokingly, as your eyes land right on his.
"You were speaking of me?" He laughs.
"No. But it would be funny if we were, wouldn't it?" You chuckle.
He just shakes his head as he moves further into the room.
Mel, who still looked utterly wrecked despite your push to calm down, speaks up, "Becca, this is Dr.Langdon. He'll be taking care of you today."
Becca looks back at the tall man, giving a nice smile, "Hi, Dr.LangdonâŠyou have nice hair."
To which you just chuckle and add, "Doesn't he?"
"Thank you bothâŠ" He says lightly, moving to sit on the stool next to her.
"That's my cue." You say, moving to stand by Mel, who you knew was about to leave as well.
"You can't stay?" Becca asks.
"Yeah? You can't?" Langdon adds, pretending to sound disappointed.
"I'd love to," You assure, "But you'll need patient doctor confidentiality, and I got things I need to do."
You can see a sad frown forming on her features. To which you quickly pivot, "But I'll check on you frequently, I promise."
"Ohâokay!" She says.
"Now, Mel and I will leave you to it." You state, moving to hold Mel's hand. Mostly to ground her. Slightly to comfort her.
"Call me if anything comes upâor yell for [__]." Mel starts despite it, "I can easily come downâand she's just right outsideâ"
"Don't worry." Langdon assures immediately, turning to you both, his eyes flicking from your face to where you're holding Mel's hand and back again, "Becca's in good hands."
"I know," Mel says pathetically. Hesitating for a second before looking down and letting you gently guide her out.
âŠ
Just outside the room was a rather sharp-looking woman patiently waitingâŠ
Ah.
You take one final look over to Mel, who was a lot worse than even a second ago.
You squeeze her hand gently, causing her to look up at you.
"You're gonna do great," You assure, "I know you will."
And with what little strength she has, she nods firmly.
"Go get'em tiger," you joke softly, patting her back and scampering off. Away from the prying eyes of a certain attending you've been avoiding right by the attorney's side.
In between running around and visiting your lovely patient, you can't seem to ever find the time to be around a certain doctor for all that long.
Maybe he was far too busy saving lives. Maybe you were too much of a busy bee to keep yourself still, but it never seemed to pan outâŠ
At least til now.
Currently, you were keeping Becca company in her room, sharing a slice of cake you managed to yoink from the cafeteria.
âŠa treat that you made sure she could have, of course.
Right then is the exact moment when Dr.Langdon made his reappearance.
"Well, there you are." He says with a smile, closing the door behind him gently, "Two for one deal."
"Flattering." You say.
"Hey, Dr.Langdon!" Becca says, "[__] was just keeping me company."
"Well, isnât that nice?" He replies, "Came to drop off some pills for our lovely patient."
"Ooo, so you say." You smile.
"Great thing you got her something to eat, it'll help in case the pills cause a stomach ache." He compliments.
"That was a crazy coincidence on my end." You laugh, "We just wanted some cake."
"Happy accident."
"cake ain't no accident." You joke, "butâŠI'll step outta the room if you two need some time."
"DependsâŠBecca, you want [__] to step out?"
"Nope." Becca assures, "She can stay."
"You heard the lady." He says to you, his eyebrows flicking up.
"OkayâŠI hear you loud and clear," you assure, settling back into your seat, "feels wrong though."
"[__], don't think of it as you being here while you're workingâŠthink of it like you're here with me as my friend," Becca assures quickly.
"âŠYou're right." You smile, "I'll do that."
"AlrightâŠso like I said," Langdon starts, "I got two pills for you, one to get rid of the infection and another to help with the pain."
"What do you wanna drink it with?" He asks gently, before beginning to list out the options he brought.
He's exhibiting a gentleness that you have never really seen from him before.
âŠNot to say you imagined he was incapableâŠit was just something you were unaware that he possessed.
That kinda lapped you.
Considering he had kids. You should've realized he knew how to be considerate.
Guess you just never really thought about it.
"âŠor if you need to remember, just ask your friend here." Langdon's voice pulls you from your introspection.
"Whoâhuh?"
"Well, I just assumed you'd be around our patient enough to remind her." He says with a light tone.
"Oh no, Dr.Langdon, she only comes around to visit sometimes," Becca explains.
"Really?" He asks, his eyebrows raised. His eyes find their way back to you.
That was right. You'd often leave with Mel after more difficult shifts, making sure she was alright before decompressing with her back at their houseâŠif only an hour or so.
You lived around that area, so it wasnât any trouble.
"Yeah! And sometimes, she even tags along when we go out to eat on Friday nights."
That you also did.
But it was just rarelyâŠlike twice a month at most. When you didn't have a date, or you just didn't get enough of Mel during your shift that day.
"Yeah, just keeping the good vibes going usually." You assure.
"That's good." He nods, his lips pursing for only a second, "means you're getting out there."
"I mean, you already know I do." You remind, alluding to your 'vibrant' dating life, "but yeah, I like it."
And you weren't lying.
Going on dates with random people for the fuck of it (or the fuck of it) wasn't much comparable to just hanging out with the sisters. That was a lot more fun and frankly comfortable.
"Do you guys hang out too?" Becca asks Langdon, "You guys seem pretty close."
Huh.
âŠ
You two don't, really.
And maybe that was simply because you'd imagine it'd be a little inappropriate to hang out alone together, or it was simply the result of little time.
But now that you think about itâŠyou two have never hung out outside of the walls of this place.
Despite your closeness here.
Despite the countless text exchanges and call logs portraying otherwise.
"We hang out during work." You assure her, not feeling it right to outright reject the concept. That's gotta be worth something at least.
"Oh." She says, seemingly accepting that answer, "Why's that?"
"âŠWe just don't have the time." You 'explain'.
That's probably also true. Not the main thing, but true nonetheless.
She nods, looking over to Dr. Langdon for confirmation.
ButâŠat the moment, he seemed zoned out. just staring forward like he was lost in his own thoughts.
And it takes a good few seconds before he snaps back into the reality you two were in, "Ohâyeah, of course. Y'know this oneâŠalways busy." He jokes.
To which Becca only hums and decides to ask, "You ever gonna be too busy for us, [__]?"
Well thatâs a question!
How could she ever think that?
"NahâŠ" you dismiss the ridiculous idea, "Never."
...
"Uhâso Becca, here it is." Langdon coughs, holding out the cup containing her pills.
"Oh, sorry." Becca says, "I don't do well with pills. Can you smash them up for me and put them in the juice? That's how they always do it for me."
He looks back at you expectantly. Like he wanted you to confirm her request for whatever reason.
"Oh yeahâ" you nod, "Mel taught me thatâs how she takes them."
"Right." He says, rather exasperated, clearing his throat before shaking his head, "coming right upâŠ"
There wasn't much else to fuss over the rest of the day.
Becca left without as much as a goodbye, and Mel had looked pretty bothered since then.
As for a certain good doctor, there wasn't much of him to be found.
Maybe that's for the best.
For no other reason than you actually needed to get work done. To get back on Robby's good side. To hopefully see the end of the day.
...To not explode over the piles of paperwork left after the code black has been cleared.
For now, you sit at the nurses' station, hiding out so you can finish typing up the remainder of your records.
It was a graceful sight, really.
You, sitting with your knees tucked to your chest, using them as a makeshift tablet holder, hunched over, and munching on the week-old granola bar you had deep in the recesses of your bag like a scavenger.
Just something to pull you through til you could whisk yourself away to the nearest Giant Eagle and order a massive chipped chopped ham sandwich with a full-sized bag of kettle cooked jalapeno chips to pair with it.
âŠnot because you particularly liked it.
More so to punish yourself with the most grossly Midwestern thing you could think of. Of course, it's objectively tasty when you're in the mood for it. But in this instance, you just had a calling to comatose yourself with the tangy, melty mess that was the glorified sloppy joe.
Maybe because you're vainly seeking peaceful release with the overly sweet brown sugar bite.
âŠOr maybe because Langdon pinged it in your head when he mentioned it hours ago, and it just wouldnât leave now.
...
You wonder if it'll even be open by the time you get out.
What was it?
Eight?
Nine?
It could be twelve, and you wouldn't know.
Maybe then the remainder of the holiday could pass, and you'd feel much better.
Who even celebrates the Fourth anyway?
It's not like you really wanted those cookiesâŠ
âŠ
Who are you kidding?
You'd kill for those damn cookies.
Your head dips down with the weight of building exhaustion, eyestrain, and restlessness.
That was until you feel your phone ding in your pocketâŠ
Funny.
You look up to try to spot exactly where he was stalking you from. Now you simply needed to insult him back.
He probably had blood splattered on himâŠmaybe a different bodily fluid if God loved you enough.
But to your utter luck, there was no such thing as a loving God.
Instead, there, almost right in your line of sight, was one Dr.Langdon smirking right at you. As clean as he was when he arrived.
...If it wasn't illegal, you'd show him exactly where he could shove that phone.
"What're you still doing here?" A smoother, yet prickling voice sounds behind you. Followed directly by a long suck from what you could only "guess" was an iced Dunkin' latte.
"Dr.Shen." You announce, leaning your head back in your chair far enough to meet him, too lazy to even attempt to turn, "Crack or Creek water today?"
"What do you think I'm gonna say?" He grins.
"That you don't care." You smile back, "Even the dirtiest creek water tastes like heaven to you if it's in that stupid plastic container."
"Watch how you talk about her now." He gasps, "I was gonna give you a sip to let you be the judgeâŠbut you're just being a negative Nancy."
"That's fine. I wasn't rearing to try your four mocha swirl, four vanilla, four caramel, twelve sugars, six creamerâ"
"APT!" He says, "I got ten sugars."
"WowâŠdaring today aren't we?" You joke.
"At least I don't pound back heart palpitations in a can." He retorts.
"Leave my energy drinks alone." You state, "You're just mad they don't got strawberry kiwi flavored coffee."
"Your Celsiusâ are gross."
"Yeah? Well, don't say her name out loudâŠI didn't bring her today."
"Is that why you look soâ"
"Don't finish that thought." You put your hand up.
"âSo vibrant." He says incredulously, "Really, no caffeine does something magical to you."
"Really?" You laugh, "Maybe you should try it."
"Over my dead body."
"You're right." You mumble, "You're already smokin' enough as it is."
That makes him chuckle, "You're not getting a sip."
"Oh c'monnn!"
"Fineâbut just a littleâŠI got a whole shift ahead of me."
He helps bend the straw to your still tilted head, creasing it so you could "comfortably" suck on it.
You pretend to take a long, greedy sip. Keeping eye contact with the increasingly anxious-looking doctor.
"Okay, damn! That's enough!" He says, trying to politely tell you to stop by pulling away.
To which you only lift your hands to keep the cup in place.
"Back, woman! I said back!" He commands, trying to wrestle the thing out of your grip.
You laugh against the straw. The force of his determination, rolling your chair back with him.
"MoreâŠJohnâŠ" you utter out, sacrificing the straw's place in your mouth to torment him, "I require sustenance, John."
"Asshole!" He utters, "I give you an inch, and you take a mile!"
You were too busy trying to get the thing back into your mouth to give anything more than a groan.
Finally, after pinching you just right, he manages to shake you off.
"My goodness, girl." He scoffs, "You hold onto me like an alligator doing a death roll."
"You watching Animal Planet again?"
"I like watching the prey escape the predators." He admits.
That gives you a good chuckle.
"Anywaysâthoughts?" He asks.
"I think I'm shifting dimensions from the amount of sugar I just ingested." You scoff, "but it could be colder."
"I don't want ice in my drink!" He huffs, "It waters everything down."
"Pshâit's the same amount of gloop." You assure, turning your body to sit towards him, "but speaking of iceâŠyou're never gonna guess who stopped byâ"
"Hey folks..."
Before you could even have the chance to peek, Shen already announced who it was.
"Dr.Langdon! You're still here two? God, what is it with you day shifts not leaving on time?"
"Gluttons for punishment, I'm sure," he assures, "ohâby the way, they need you off in trauma two. They need an attending to supervise their workâŠ."
"Oh shoot, thank youâ" Shen says, fixes himself up before moving to tuck his coffee somewhere out of your reach and running off to help.
âŠ
There you two sit in the aftermath of that interaction, only silent for a moment before you start up another one.
"You're not conveniently covered in some kind of embarrassing bodily fluid, are you?" You ask, "I need you to be suffering."
"None except my own." He assures.
Which causes your head to lift up in confusion.
"Sweat?" He clarifies, "God, what do you think of me?"
"Odd, that's what."
He laughs as he lets himself lean on your chair. The closeness of this position now guides the scent of his cologne to your nostrils.
God, you hated it.
The stink of heavy musk that ruins any fragrance before it even has the chance to develop on your nose.
Not to mention the loudness of those stereotypical âmasculine smellsâ.
You could basically hear the wild names of each cologne ringing in your ear when you got into its vicinity.
âŠthough that fact may be what made you actually enjoy whatever Langdon wore.
It's far lighter, and yet it doesn't skimp on fragrance.
Soft, but surely assertive.
A statement you were willing to listen to.
...
If you could sniff it without it being weird, you'd so totally do it.
"You almost done with your work?" He asks, cutting you right from your train of thought.
"Huh? Oh yeah." You reply, looking back down to the tablet, "for what it's worth."
"Great," he nods, "cause we're going out to celebrate."
"Celebrate?"
"Surviving this shift? The fourth?" He lists, "my return? Didn't you wanna do that?"
Oh.
Oh! Wait yeah!
"Oh shit! Yeah!" You lighten up, "you coming around to that?"
"I'm less opposed."
"What made you decide to wet your whistle?" You ask.
"Myâthat's not how you use that idiom."
"You an idiom."
"Iânever mind." He coughs, "I just think it'll be nice. I mean, after the day we just hadâŠand you said it yourselfâyou're not gonna celebrate with anyone else, soâŠ"
"Waitâtwo for one?" You ask, "What are we even doing?"
"I know this spot for some great view of the fireworks." He explains, "We could go there after getting something of substance to eat."
"WaitâyouâŠ" you start, "what about your family? Aren't they expecting youâŠ"
"IâuhâŠasked Abby if it was okay." He asserts, "she said it was fine, that I should get to celebrate the day somehowâŠeven if it isn't with them."
Right.
She wonders how that felt.
Being excluded from familial celebrations, whether due to circumstance or purpose.
âŠnot like she'd assume Abby would do that on purpose.
"Huh." You mumble, "I meanâif she's okay, itâŠI know you wanted to celebrate with them."
"I do." He assures, "ButâŠI also want to celebrate with you."
"You're in luck then." You laugh, looking up to meet his eyes, "I do too."
You watch as his expression lightens...till you finish your sentence.
"âI wanna celebrate with me twoâŠyou're optional."
"Oh ha ha." He deadpans.
You just laugh before moving to flick his arm. To defuse him. To alleviate the air.
To let yourself ignore the fact that this would technically be the first time y'all "hang out" everâŠ
âŠ
Not like it was anything serious. Or really out there.
Not like hitting the town with John, or spending all day with Mel.
Just dinner and a show. Something quick and light.
Just to decompress.
ButâŠit was still a first.
"So thenâŠ" You start, "You just waiting for me to finish?"
"Yep," He sighs, "Preferably in the next few minutes."
"I can get it done in five."
"I'd love to see that."
"Where even is this?" You muse, moving to sit on the only bench on this barely trekked road. Dirt path against your feet instead of the solid concrete of some of the other sidewalks further down.
"We'reâŠin a park?" Langdon states in a tone that sounds confused, "Do you go outside?"
âŠ
You practically know every inch of this city. Where every street's creeps reside, and what times are the best to avoid them. You could tell someone exactly what bars were worth it and which ones to skip. Hell, you'd even be able to give some insight on places for the whole family.
But you don't think you've been around these parts. The greenery. The path less followed by people with active social lives.
âŠor at least the ones who don't have kids.
"I go out clubbing?" You offer.
"How about a hike?"
"Mel tries to get me to do those with her." You say with a huff, "I always turn her down, though."
He takes a moment to speak when you say that, giving a soft huff before...
"Is that why you were so winded coming up hereâ"
You lightly smack his arm, causing him to laugh.
"The incline is what did me in," you defend.
"It's a hill."
"A pretty steep one," you scoff, "And I was carrying the stuff."
"Two bags of groceries." He points out.
"If you were a gentleman, you would've carried it."
"You wouldn't let me." He chuckles.
"Do it by force!"
"...With your permission."
You just shake your head as you rummage around the plastic bag, "How did you even find a place like this?"
"There was a whole lotta nothing to do during that little vacation of mine." He admits, leaning back as he watches you, "Besides the meetingsâŠand the tests."
"Turkey wrap!" You announce, tossing it to him, "Disgusting."
"Wraps are delicious." He defends, "With just mayo, American cheese, lettuce, and tomato. Perfection."
"Yah basic, Frank." You joke, "Basic choice for a basic man."
"No shame in it." He smiles, "At least I don't get a fat ass hoagie."
"Fuck you!" You laugh, "Sorry I got tasteâlook! Pepperoni, spicy capicola, and salami. Switch the provolone for monterey jack cause i'm in that phase where it tastes like actually feetâlettuce, tomato, banana pepper, mayo cause no one's gonna tell me not toâŠ"
You point out each layer, showing off your monstrosity to your poor, unassuming companion.
"âŠand kettle cooked jalapeno chips cause I've been craving these for fucking forever." You basically groan as you try to rip the bag open, "Have some?"
You offer by shaking the bag in his direction.
"The chips or the sandwich?"
"You're not that dense."
"What? I need you to be clear!" He smiles, feigning innocence.
"You just want a bite of my scrumptious, immaculate, perfect hoagie." You lean in, your voice dramatic as you waft half of it towards him, "You want it soooo bad."
"Fuck offâ" He tries to say before you smack the thing against his mouth, "Hey!"
His words cut off as he bites off a piece.
"That's unfair," He muffles out mid-chew, "You didn't even get to bite it first."
"I got my chips!" You laugh, taking one out to munch on, "That's good enough for me."
"HereâŠ" He says, sticking out his own food, "Call it even."
"Who said I want that?" You chuckle, "I just said it was basic."
"Basic isn't always bad." He assures, "Sometimes simplicity is the ultimate sophistication."
"Is that something they taught you in your meetings?" You ask.
"Nah." He admits, "I totally made that up."
"Bullshit." You giggle, "That's a Da Vinci quote!"
"What do you know about Da Vinci?" He shoots back.
"I got a fetish for Italians!" You point back to your sub.
He just rolls his eyes as he sticks it back out to you, "Well, the turkey wrap was technically invented by an Italian."
You just tilt your head at that. Confused about where he could've gotten that information.
"Bobby Valentine." He says, "Former MLB manager. He's credited with inventing the modern wrap sandwich. HenceâŠturkey wrap inventor."
"WhyâŠdo you know that?"
"I like sports."
"You like the Steelers."
"And more!"
"I might have to indulge you then." You say, "For Bobby ValentinoâŠ"
"Bobby Valentineâ"
You cut him off by leaning over and taking a bite of his acclaimed dinner.
HmâŠ
Nice.
"What do you think?"
You let yourself chew slowly, taking in the nothingness of the food item. You can taste everything individuallyâŠand yet all together.
"Oh goddamn itâŠ" You mutter.
"Huh?"
"It's really good." You admit, looking up at him.
"Oh shut up," He scoffs out a laugh, "You're just hungry."
"Or maybe it just tastes better cause it isn't mine." You admit, "You ever feel that? Eating someone else's food always feels more satisfying?"
"âŠyeah." He relents, leaning back into the bench, "Your hoagie tastes amazing."
"Halvsies?"
"âŠyeah."
So you do. Taking one part of each and swapping it with the other. So that you two have both.
"Y'know, there's another quote." You say into the calm surrounding you both, mid-chew, but who really cares, "Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated."
"That one I did hear in rehab." Langdon admits, "But it was in the sense of likeâŠy'knowâŠour addictions."
"Like you chose to complicate your life?"
"Yeah basically."
"HarshâŠ"
"Well, I'm sure they didn't mean it like thatâŠ" He assures, "More likeâŠyou don't have to keep living with it."
"I guess." You mumble, "But, I don't knowâŠit just sounds kinda crinkly. Addiction's not really something you choose."
"You're preaching to the choirâŠ"
"Right," You laugh softly. Looking off into the distance before looking down.
There's a pause before you decide to just speak, "I wanna say something that is really stupid and that you probably wouldn't appreciate."
"You say a lot of things to that caliber." Is all he responds.
"But this one's kinda really bad."
"Then why bring it up?" he asks with genuine curiosity.
"'Cause I like to shoot myself in the footâŠ" You admit, "And I can't help myself."
His eyes scrunch as he keeps his focus on you, "âŠso?"
You sigh, gripping your sandwich slightly tighter, "When I was still in undergrad, I was often surrounded by benign addictsâŠKinda still am." You joke.
"âŠ"
"Nicotine, alcohol, pot," You list, "Blow, adderall, xanax, caffeine. Stuff that was just barely 'considered' a drug or done so secretly or subtly that they'd never get caught."
You can't force yourself to look over at Langdon as you speak, too scared to watch his face morph in response to your words.
"And it really just makes me wonderâŠwhat the exact point is where society draws the line."
You take a deep sigh as you continue, "It isn't harm to yourself, considering the cognitive decline and bodily dysfunctions are overlooked until they can't be. It isn't harm unto others, considering your actions on them or during withdrawal are seen as quirky."
"Isn't that right?" He just utters, quietly.
"And I thinkâŠI just truly want to understandâŠwhat makes yours any different?" You finally gain the courage to look his direction, at his frame. Not focusing on anything specific, "and I'm not asking to try to defend you or your actions. Because addiction isn't something light. You can't just justify a dependency on any kind of substance andâ" you sigh, moving to wipe the stress off your brow, "I just wanna figure it out. Is it vanity? Or glamour orâŠcomfortability..?"
"What makes you a liability? A danger?" You ask, "What makes a heroin user disgusting but someone who does cocaine chic?"
You watch as his hand fiddles, clenching at his side as you speak.
"ButâŠuhâI think that's selfish of me to askâquestion." You admit, "I don't have to understand everything about it. I don't need to know to empathize. Cause being humane isn't delegated solely to people I 'getâ. If that were the case, I'd be a shitty healthcare worker."
"But you aren't." He says softly, "and you probably know that even if you doubt it."
âBut I get where youâre coming from,â He shakes his head gently as he scoffs, "Honestly, I thought you were gonna say something really stupid."
"Like�"
"Like asking me why I started? Or what made me think it was okay despite knowing I had people to take care of." He starts, "stuff that I don't have the answer to."
"AhâŠ"
"I shouldn't have doubted you in that sense." He admits, "You wouldn'tâŠ"
"I meanâŠyou never really know what someone's going to say." You assure, "you have the right to be wary."
"RightâCause you're just dying to know my inciting incident and ask probing questions about my struggles." He scoffs.
"I like to be thorough." You joke.
"And I can give you that thoroughness if you wish." He says lightly.
"âŠI don't need it." You assure.
"No?"
You just shake your head, "I don't need any kind of explanation for your actions. It won't get rid of or gain any more of my empathy."
You watch his lips purse at that, his eyes staring into you as you let that statement settle.
He doesnât say anything.
Instead, simply turning out to face the clearing to the view down below. The Ohio River, the gathered groups of tiny specks that were the crowds of people. The twinkling buildings and the boats floating by.
Everything seemed so far away now. In the silence of their reunion.
"Did youâŠhave someone who suffered from addiction in your life?" He asks gently.
"I have you."
He looks back at you, eyes softer than you've ever seen them.
...shit.
You've probably hit too much of a nerve. Touched on something he never really wanted to discuss.
Cause you two were here for each otherâŠnotâŠ
that.
So you sigh, breaking eye contact to rustle around in the bag once more, taking out a plastic clamshell container.
"Cookie?" You offer softly.
To which he nods and takes graciously.
"Cheers." You say, leaning over to clink the treats together.
"Cheers." He repeats.
The flavor that hits your tongue next is exactly the high you've been waiting for. The soft, pillowy cookie and the too-sweet frosting mix to create something that will absolutely make you crash once you get home.
But it'd be worth it.
If only for a little taste of heaven.
"When are these fireworks even starting?" You ask, mouth full, "It's been like forever. What time is it even?"
"They start at 11:30," He replies, "It's only like 11:20."
"DamnâŠ" You fall back into the bench, looking out again, "Since when?"
"SinceâŠforever?" He smiles with confusion.
"Wow," you muttered, "I thought it was only like nine."
"You have really bad time perceptionâŠ" He chuckles, "You didn't see the employees mean-mugging us for coming in so late?"
"I thought they were just checking me out," You say, raising your eyebrows.
"You mean us?"
"I know what I said."
"Right." He nods.
"You know what's funny about that?" You start, changing the subject quickly.
"About what?"
"The time." You laugh, "Iâve never imagined you ever out this lateâŠor even up."
"I've texted you plenty late into the night." He defends.
"But that was during your 'staycation.'" You rebut, "It's different from normal."
"You think I'm back to normal?"
"You got work tomorrow, don't you?"
He takes a moment to justâŠlook at you. Like what you said was both the most stupid thing everâŠand slightly revolutionary.
"It's different." He dismisses.
"Life always changes," You assure, "Last week I thought I was gonna have to live with limited mobility in my wrist for the rest of my life."
You cut him off before he could guess what was wrong, "Because I bent it to crack it, but I did it weirdly so it stayed stiff."
"Ah."
"But you what happened?"
"I can probably guess."
"It healed." You say anyway, "And while I'm gonna inevitably do it againâŠfor now it's okay. And I'll be more cautious."
"Of bending your wrist weirdly?"
"Of bending my wrist weirdly, yes."
"God." He scoffs, "To think I never got my fill of you."
"Now you want less?" You smile.
"I want youâŠ" He pauses to think, "More mellow, I think."
"You gotta deal with what the day gives you."
"More like the hour." He laughs.
"I'm not that bad."
"Yeah," He hums, leaning in closer, the scent of his cologne coming back to your senses, "You're worse."
"You've coped before."
"I'm relearning how to."
"And I'm relearningâŠ" You pause this time, trying to find a sick burn that fits him, "How messy of an eater you are!"
You point to his shirt, "Crumbs! from a wrap, dude?"
"What?" He looks down, "Those are from your hoagie, 'dude'!"
You take it upon yourself to wipe them off, taking the back of your hand and swiping at his stupid pun shirt.
"Slob." You insult.
"And you have sprinkles all over your face!" He scoffs, moving his hand there. His thumb drags off whatever's on the side of your mouth, "Seriously, you look like a funfetti cakeâŠhow did you manage that?"
His touch isâŠsoft. Gentle.
A pressure you weren't much accustomed to. Far more familiar with rough-housing or man-handling, or firm, assured holds.
But this.
It's like you were something delicate. Silk, fine china, historical jewelry.
Expensive?
Prized.
And you liked that feeling.
For as long as you let yourself. Before you catch yourself enjoying it consciously.
There's a moment.
Only one.
Where you two keep eye contact. Stay there in the moment. His hand resting against your skin. Radiating heat onto it.
Or was that you?
How hot was it out here?
"I'm just that sugary sweet." You mumble softly, "I am what I eat."
"âŠha." He says back, "I figured as much."
"But you're just crumby." You can't help but chuckle.
"Funny." He deadpans, squeezing your chin before pulling back.
"We've known this!" you retort, "I'm hilarious."
"And annoying."
"And impatient for these damn fireworks!" You groan, "I mean, reallyâŠwhy aren't these justâ"
As you complain, your voice is deafened by the whizzing of the rocket you were eager to see.
and thenâŠ
BOOM.
"Jesus!!!" You physically jump, covering your ears from the noise.
"You're kidding me!" Langdon just laughs.
"What?!" You turn to him, "Can I not be shocked and caught off guard?"
"As much as I can find it hilarious!" He snickers, "You act like it's your first time hearing them."
"Shut up!"
Despite the surprise of a lifetime and the teasing that came with it, you re-acclimate to the shock, settling back calmly, and finally putting your attention to the fireworks.
sliding back into the moment.
Watching the glitter dissipate back into the night.
Each flash of color twinklesâŠfor only a moment.
Before finding their peace in becoming nothingness.
Again. As expected.
And in the observation, neither of you speaks. Too entranced by the display. Mesmerized by the ever constant routine.
You're sure this show hadn't changed since the 80sâŠ
And yetâŠ
It's still profound.
"You what I find funny?" He mutters, copying your words from before.
"What's that?"
"I've never really been a fireworks kind of guy."
"Really?" you turn to him.
"Yeah." He sighs, keeping his gaze straight, "It's always just meh. Cause I'm too busy wrangling the kids to actually pay attentionâŠor too distracted worrying about work and having to go to bed right after andâjust a lot of grown shit that pulls me away from the actual marvel they are."
He takes a moment to just watch. To take it in.
You can see his eyes crinkling, the glow of green and red and purple against his skin. The vibrancy that seeps out of him.
The happiest you've seen him in so long.
"But, this feels different." He admits, "It's like nothing exists except what's here now. And it takes me back to when I was a kid. I loved fireworks back then."
"Well, what's the difference?" You ask with a laugh, imagining a tiny Langdon losing his shit over pyrotechnics.
"I'm here with you."
âŠ
Then there comes silence.
giving way back into the whining and cracking of explosions. The glittery aftermath and the fizzling end.
It makes you almost laugh. The persistence of the annoying atmosphere.
And yet it brings you something close to elation.
Because you're experiencing it with him.
"I couldn't imagine better company." You admit. Your eyes look down unconsciously to the space between yourselves.
ThereâŠin the soft glow of artificial light. His hand sits. Palm facing the air, left barren.
And in the silence of the night, you take hold. Finding your home in his with all the politeness you could muster.
And in return, you feel his fingers slide gently into place. Between yours.
With the reciprocal gentleness of your initiationâŠbut with the firmness to assure that it was intentional.
That it meant something.
âŠ
This means something.
As you see the fireworks taper out, you give a gentle sigh, pulling back what you once gave.
Shaking off the grip he had on you.
"It's getting late." You mumble, watching as his eyes find yours, "I don't wanna ruin your perfect attendance by keeping you up any longer."
He blinks out of his tranquility, before shaking his head with a disbelieving sigh, "I've only been back one day."
"A very important day." You assure, moving to pat his shoulder, "But nonetheless."
He takes a moment to just look at you. His face just the same as everâŠbut now streaked with something you were unsure of.
"Yeah." He mutters, getting up from the bench slowly, "I guess it wouldn't be the best look to come in late on my second shift."
"Right," You laugh, "But hey, even if they do reprimand you, I'll be there."
"To defend me?"
"No." You say incredulously, "I'm not getting dragged down with youâ"
You feel his hand push your head to the side as you talk. A wordless retort to your selfishness.
"Hey!" you giggle, "It's every man for themselves!"
"We're supposed to be a team?" He smiles, "Seriously, how do I put up with you?"
"You've been asking me this since we met!" You scoop up all of your litter before trotting off downhill.
"And yet, I'm still stuck in this prison."
"Oh, you love it!"
Slowly, the sound of your argument continues downstream, growing quieter as you leave this little pocket of wood alone again.
Barren.
Yet changed.
Stuck with the radiating warmth of your moment.
Heat that lingers.
But heat that cannot stay.
So instead, it slowly seeps into the night above.
Back into nothing.
I'm gonna be honest I wrote this in a week. And I'm low-key self-conscious about it!!! sorry if it's kinda bad :o...and sorry if he was OOC at all, I'm still trying to get a hold of him.
idk---writing for a new fandom is kinda nerve-wracking. (plus the first thing i bring to the table being an unsatisfactory emotional affair isn't helping either) PLEASE DON"T KILL ME I LOVE YOU GUYS!!
I stand with my cancelled wife, yes he did all of it, i just don't care ...
I REFUSE to address him as frank tho...hurt every time I wrote it - Hunnithan
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pairing: pre-Vought!Soldier Boy (Ben) x fem!reader
summary: in which you two fight about him enlisting. You know nothing more than he's leaving despite him being unfit.
tags: established relationship, boyfriend/girlfriend, toxic relationship, argument, implied minority!reader, asshole!soldier boy, like he throws and breaks stuff, he will be mean to you, manipulative!soldier boy, attempt at seduction, breakdown, attempt at a break up, pathetic!soldier boy, insecure!soldier boy, sniveling man-child, daddy issues, codependency/dependency, shitting and crying, reverse-comfort, false-assurance, unsatisfying ending, tragic, angst no comfort, doomed relationship
What you had imagined as just another night with your lover has turned on its head, as he utters words you'd never imagined coming from him.
"Benji." Your words come out with any air still in your lungs. In front of you stood the person you thought was your one and only. A man who, despite his faults, took you into consideration when it came to things that would affect both of you.
Or at least, that's what he always said he would do.
"I said it's final, angel." His words are edged with a roughness he's never used before.
"No." You say, "You don't get to call me that right now."
You move quickly to the other side of the room, closer to him, "You're going against all you have told me you hated!"
"You're being unreasonable." Benjamin immediately dismisses, "You can't hold me accountable for what I spewed out as a young boy."
"That was only a year ago, was it not?" You scoff, "Can you really have a change of heart in that short while?"
"When you're developing, sure." He defends, "Just like you change the length of your hair, or the color of your clothes."
That makes you let out a dry laugh, "You cannot equate a simple change in appearance to your shift in morals."
"Can I not? Is that illegal now?"
"It's unequal." You refute.
"Like you understand what's unequal," He spits back.
That snarky remark makes your stomach twist. Painful and fiery.
"Of course I would!?" You shout incredulously, "It's all I know!"
You're offended he'd even insist otherwiseâŠespecially after everything he's watched you go through. Every day. Every time you two would go out.
Could he not hear the insults? The comments?
"Oh, come off itâyou're acting irrational!" he dismisses.
"You!" You retort, "You're the one who's saying nonsense! Whose gotten into your head? Is itâ"
He cuts you off, your words seemingly hitting something of a nerve, "My decisions and my thoughts are soundly my own, damn it!"
The force of his yell makes you jump. Maybe out of fear. Surely of surprise.
"And I'm not gonna let you sit there on your moral high horse and tell me otherwise!" He asserts, "You will not insult me, woman!"
Though despite your frazzlementâŠyou weren't just gonna take that.
"Exactly how am I insulting you? I have yet to say anything." You push, "Are you going crazy now, too? Do I have to worry about internal influences as much asâ"
"I can tell you're thinking it." He retorts.
Utter bullshit.
For the strong man he wants to be, he's rather fragile.
"What? Now it's a crime to think?"
"You shouldn't be thinking anything of that kind!"
"So you need to control my thoughts now?" you return his heat, "I'm not thinking anything of that kind!"
"Don't lie to me!!" He shouts, "You're horrible at lying!"
"What am I even supposed to be thinking?!" You shout back, "What exactly, huh? Spineless? Easily influenced? What!?"
"You know what!" He pushes.
You scoff at that.
You surely did know.
You'd be a bad lover if you didn't.
But did he really need to hear it?
"YeahâŠI do." You nod in disbelief.
And you were just dumb enough to give it to him.
"You're weak!"
Before you know it, he's already tossed something from your bedstand to the wall. A shrill shattering and his own frustrated scream combine to make a deafening noise.
"And now look at you!" You yell, looking down at what exactly he broke.
A porcelain trinket box, now in pieces.
A cherished piece that you could never buy yourself. One that he personally bought for you because of that fact. And one that he said you deserved despite it.
Shattered. Like it meant nothing.
"Emotion overcomes you." You finish, your voice lulling calmer at the revelation.
"Because you make it!" He insists, moving up to be in your space.
"I am not your keeper." You state, now measured, "âMaybe I wasâŠbut not now. Not after this."
"What?" He continues, seemingly not recognizing your shift, "Because I've changed my mind?"
"Because you've changed," you correct.
"âBecause I've changed my mind?" He repeats, nodding his head at you as if you were stupid, "That's what makes me, correct? Not my love for you or the way I act or my love for this country."
You just shake your head and turn away. Not bothering that rancid argument with a response. You couldn't. You don't think you even had the effort now.
"Answer me!" He insists, looming over you.
"If that's what you think," you mumble.
"Who cares what I think? I'm asking you."
You just gently shake your head, keeping your eyes low in front of you. Just carving out the shards of porcelain at your feet instead.
"Is that a no? You shaking your head no?" He asks.
"Sure."
"Sure?" He huffs out an exasperated laugh, "That's not definite. Are you shaking your head or not?"
"Whatever you think."
He pulls back, giving a scoff, "So that's just it? You're gonna go statue on me? After you were acting so fucking tough before?"
"If that's how you see it."
"Give me an actual fucking answer, woman!" He explodes, "Not one of those stupid responses those shrewish, commie bitches you support tell you to say!"
Despite your desired composure, you can't help but retract. Shrinking into yourself like you just barely dodged a hit.
And yet, you don't budge. His actions only fuel you to resist.
"RightâŠ" He says, his voice steady and low, "This is how you're gonna treat me now? After this stupid argument?"
He saunters back over, his firm hands grabbing onto your hip, holding your face.
Benjamin ducks down to try to catch your eyes, his tone now honied, "LookâI didn't mean it like that. You're not like themâŠand I'm reminding you of that fact."
His hand helps your willing head up. His thumb circles gentle patterns on your skin.
"You know that, right?" He whispers, settling the digit against the softness of your lower lip, his head leaning closer, "Gorgeous, please?"
Your eyes close, not wanting to keep eye contact. It's harder then. To be mad. To stay mad.
You just shake your head. Your lips purse, a vain attempt to keep any of that remaining composure intact.
"LookâI don't want you to feel bad about thisâyou can't be mad about this when I leave." He coos, leaving a small peck against your still lips, "It'll be bad for you to stew that longâŠ"
He's saying that as ifâŠ
You had already decided to forget about the argument that you're still in.
You didn't.
Of course you haven't.
If anything, this whole thing was leading to something even you didn't want to think about.
"I won't have toâŠ" You finally speak.
He gives a gentle huff of air, a tiny smile planting on his face, "and why's that? You feeling better?"
"âŠI won't be waiting for you." You correct, your eyes peeking at him as you say it.
Benjamin can't help but laugh at that, shaking his head as he leans back, "No, no. You're not gonna convince me to stay, dollâŠyouâŠ"
You keep his eye contact, shaking your head as a silent way to tell him that's not what you meant.
And he understood that easily.
"NoâŠyou can'tâIâŠ" his voice weakens, the firm grip on your chin releases as he backs up further, "pleaseâŠno. Not you."
The subtle disbelief in his voice shatters your heart despite it understanding what he truly cares about.
"Babydoll, please, I said I was sorry," He pleads, "You're not gonna throw this away for something so silly. Not after this longânot after I've given you all my heart. "
"I think it's for the best." You manage to utter.
"To who?!" He shouts, "It's not for me! Certainly isn't for you."
"What makes you say that?" You ask calmly, keeping your eyes straight.
"Becauseâyou've said it yourself!" He argues, "How many times have you said to me, late in the night when we're cuddled together in bedâor! orâŠwhen we're just together in comfort that you need me like you need air!"
You had.
But that was before this. When you believed he was good.
When he had morals.
"âAnd I never said it back then, but you know I never needed toâ" He fumbles, "I need you, [__]!"
"Then why are you leaving?"
"Because I need that as well!"
You just shake your head gently, hisâŠwhatever this was not failing to reach you, "You cannot have both."
"Don't do this."
"You make me."
"Iâ" He groans out in frustration, his hands fly up to cover his face, "I've been so good to youâŠ"
There'sâŠa tremor in it now. His voice.
It shakes in a way you've only heard once before.
He can't beâŠ
"I take you places. I treat you to whatever you like. I don't go out without youâŠI don't even look at other women!" He lists, his voice teetering ever so sadder, "I've never laid my hands on you, if not only to adore you. And sure, we fight, but what couple doesn't?"
"Right?" He repeats, as if he were asking for confirmation.
"âŠRight?"
His tone turns vulnerable. Soft.
Crackling with emotion.
And while you knew not to respond to him in this state, your mouth speaks before you can stop it.
"Right, what?" You ask softly.
"That I've been a good man to youâŠ" He whispers in a plea, "That you wouldn't want no one else."
You'd want anyone else.
Only when he's like this.
Despite the care he does possess. Despite the kindness you know he's capable of.
He chooses instead this.
What makes this ugliness in him glimmer when you're around? What morphs your perceived prince charming into a sniveling man-child who asserts control like a toddler throwing a tantrum?
And worse offâŠwhy aren't you disgusted by it?
His actions, sure. But him?
You can feel your heart swell tight as his eyes wet. Your stomach drops as he grabs at your legs, looking up at you like you were his only salvation.
Like he hadn't just proven that he wasn't yours.
Yet, even as you stand over him, watching him paw at you, his wet tears and warm face pressing themselves against the fat of your thighs. You can feel your own brow furrow.
In worry.
In sympathy.
"I love you." He whispers, his lips finding their purpose in kissing your soft skin, "I love you more than life itself. And I'll love you better than any other soul'll ever treat you."
And while you knew that was nothing but malarkey. The desperation chips at you. The softness that you knew was there burns you.
Because by keeping silent, you're indirectly hurting him.
The sap, the romantic, the child who just wanted someone to want him back.
And not the Peter Pan, the brute, the heir of the oligarchy.
So your delicate fingers find their place in his hair, raking through the pomade shell. Essentially messing it up for him.
âŠHe never looked too good with it anyway.
He looks up with your guiding hand, a soft, pathetic smile finding his exhausted face. His teary eyes crinkled gently.
Despite your still stoned face.
Your hand trails down, finding sanctity on the side of his face. His stubble pricks your palm like sandpaper. Yet still, your thumb rubs against it gently. As much of a self-soothing motion for you as it was a normal one for him.
And somehow, even with this gesture, he wants more.
His hands find their place against the back of your thighs, gently trying to pull you down to the ground with him.
And you let him.
And you sink down to your knees and let him crawl his way into your arms.
And now you hold him.
Tight.
In the way he should you.
In the way that you mean it.
Because right now, as he lets out a sob and buries his head into the crook of your neck.
There was no other version of him except the one you fell for.
That little boy who's never felt the nurture of love. The cradle of embrace. The assurance of unconditionality.
"You love me too, right?" He whispers against your flesh, "Andâand you know I love you just as much?"
All you can bring yourself to do is nod. A shallow nod.
"We'll be together forever?" He asks softly, "We'll marry at the chapel? And weâll have kids and grow old? Live up in Rittenhouse Square. You'll be happy, and I'll have you."
Your eyes screw shut, continuing to agree, "Of courseâŠ"
"And you'll wait for me?" He continues, "You won't leave for another while I'm gone? You'll send letters and photos when you can?"
"I'll be the first thing you see when you get back." You whisper, "I promise you my life."
I had this stewing in my drafts for like 6-months. it arose once season 5 dropped today lol. I hate soldier boys I need him to end.
I have like a whole fucked up soldier boy x reader long-fic in my brain but I'm already bad at updating my only one so...
my love for characters manifests in writing them tragically and irredeemably - hunnithan
summary: Can you have one Sunday afternoon without everyone dissolving into chaos?
tags: domestic fluff, established relationship, y'all are married ooo, and have kids, TOMODACHI LIFE MENTION !!!, Leon being such a dad, silly arguments, Sickeningly sweet moment between you and him (GET A ROOM EW), Hamilton mention (for some reason?), Daveed Diggs mention too, typical teenager behavior (being annoying but in a loving way), Leon being dramatic, Leon gets dogpiled at the end (he dies/j)
length: 2.08 k words
It's just like any other Sunday at your house. Everyone lazing around in the living room doing their own thing. Together, but wholly in their own worlds.
Youâre mindlessly scrolling on your phone on whichever social media you chose to drain your time away today. Your two younger kids bother each other as they try to play nicely together.
âŠAnd your husband and your oldest are bickering about something. Like always.
"No, dadâyou're supposed to add other people to your island." Your son says with a groan, watching dutifully over his fatherâs shoulders as he fiddles with the Switch.
"What? No. I only want your mother and me on it." Leon grumbles, trying to shift away from his prying eyes, "âI can play how I want to."
"You're not even playing! You're just forcing them to talk to each other over and over again!"
"Exactlyâplaying how I want." He repeats.
âŠyou had zero idea what the hell they were arguing aboutâŠand frankly, to keep your peace on this fine Sunday, you weren't even going to askâ
"Moooom-uh! Tell him to play the game correctly!"
"Darling, back me up here, will ya?"
Oh Goddamn it.
"Stop nagging your father," you drone, not even bothering to look up from your screen.
You can hear what sounds like your husband snicker as your son grumbles under his breath, "âŠit's not even his console."
"Well, who bought the damn thing?"
"That's notâUgh!" Your son continues, his hands gripping the air in frustration, "Mom!"
You just sigh and remind your husband, "âŠThe console's for all of us, Lee."
"Just cause you bought it doesn't mean you own it." You shift around in your seat as you add under your breath, "âŠlike everything else in this house."
"What? Now you're defending him?" Leon asks incredulously.
"Of course she isâ!"
"Not defending." You clarify, "I'm just stating facts."
"Ohâand while we're at it! I bought the game myself!" Your son adds, bearing a wide grin.
"Like that matters, didn't you just hear your mother? We share." Leon speaks in a slightly mocking tone.
"Just wanted to put that out there." He mumbles, leaning back over his dad's shoulders to continue watching him play.
...
Now that thatâs settled.
Everyone is finally back into calm silence.
Nice delicateâ
"So when are you gonna add 'em?"
"Oh my fâLanta, kid!"
"What?! That's what that conversation was concluding to, right? Right?" He says, vaguely looking for you to back him up again.
âŠWhich you won't.
"I don't understand why you care so much!" Leon continues, "Just let me watch my little guys play out their infinite vacation time together."
"Oh, without us?" He asks for confirmation, "Without your adoring children who love and respect you and the ones who will take care of you once you're old and frail, right? Those ones?â
He nods his head as he continues this tirade, âEven the poor innocent ones who don't even know how to function without your care?" He motions to his siblings on the floor, still utterly enthralled and unbothered in their own space.
"Yes." Leon responds immediately, "Especially the one that's driving me up the wall right now."
"âYou can't even do anything right now!" He ignores the insult completely, "The clothing store isn't open, you can't buy interiors, you can't even fix up your island to look nice! You have to add more miis to progress, AND it'll be so much more fun when you doâ"
"Fine!" Leon relents, "We can add one other little guy if it'll get you off my backâŠJust oneâ"
"Great!" He says happily as he snatches the console out of his dad's hands.
"AhâHey!" Leon reacts, trying to swipe it back to no avail, "Who are you making? Let me do itâ"
"Not after how you made mom!" He laughs, "She was so mad when she saw it."
"She wasn'tâyou weren't right, honey? It was flattering!" Leon turns his attention back to you in a desperate plea of assurance.
âŠ
It wasâŠsomething.
"âŠjust let him do it," you assure, shaking your head like you disagree with your son's actions, "Just so he gets it out of his system."
...Just so he can do that poor Mii some justice.
"I'm being persecuted in my own house." Leon states, leaning back dramatically, "and on my only day off this week."
You just shake your head and decide to actually try to comfort the man.
"'M sorry, my love." You say gently, as you settle down next to him. Your arms wrap themselves around his bicep.
To which he relaxes and leans back into you, "Yeah, keep being sorryâŠ" He teases softly, moving down to kiss your temple.
"You already know how he is," you remind, lifting your head to greet his lips with an actual peck.
"Yeahâ" He mutters against your skin, slightly amused but still lamenting, "A little spoiled monsterâOw!"
His words are met with a swift pinch at his side, "He's still my baby."
"âŠYou remind me constantly where he gets that attitude, you know that?" He chuckles gently.
"Done!" the devil being spoken of returns immediately. Shoving the console into both of their faces, "Ta-daaaa!"
On the screen in front of you stands a silly-looking Mii, with a ponytail and a goatee.
"âŠWho is that? Why is he so ugly?" Leon says immediately.
"Aww! It's Hamilton!' You say sweetly.
"Huhâ? What man do you know by the name of Hamilton?" Your husband turns to you, his eyebrows raised in concern.
"No, DadâHamilton? Like the play we saw a few years back?" Your son corrects, "The one with the rapping and the bald guy?"
"Bald guys." You correct quickly.
Leon just looks back and forth between you two, "âŠI'm not following."
"When we went to New York? And mom was really excited cause she got to take a photo with Mrs.Renee?"
"Yeahâno, you both are crazy."
"Bruh." He says in frustration, "The guy on the ten-dollar bill. Lin-Manuel Miranda. The guy makes all the music for Disney nowâŠall of the songs that I have to listen to over and over cause those littleâ"
"Watch it." You cut him off.
He gives a huff before continuing, "My lovely siblings love watching them? Y'knowâColombiaaa???"
He finishes off by singing that last bit in the same lilt he constantly doesâŠas if that would make things any clearer for the only one in their house that isn't allowed to have any kind of social media.
"I just know you love to scream that out for no reason. What's your point?" He asks.
He just ends with a groan before focusing back onto you, "You like it right, Momma?"
"Of course I do!" You smile, "Though, you know Iâd prefer that Daveed Diggs much more."
You can't help but giggle at the thought. You remember when you were really into the musical, you'd go on about how talented he wasâŠand how handsomeâŠ
"Never mind, I know exactly what we're talking about. Delete him." Leon butts in with the command.
"Whatâ? But, this isn'tâ"
"My game. Delete him."
"This is Lin-Manuel!" He continues pleading, "You can't just ask me to delete the big M!"
"I didn't know you were such good friends with 'the big M'." Leon makes quotation marks as he rolls his eyes, "It doesn't matter. I don't want him inviting 'the big D', so delete him."
That makes your son choke out a laugh, "That'sânot how that worksâ"
He tries his best to keep it together, but ultimately bursts out laughing.
Leon just looks over to you, shaking his head at the confusing response.
âŠyou weren't much help as you were also trying to cover your laughter.
"What? So now you two are laughing at me for wanting to keep a secure home?"
"Dad, Alexander Hamilton isn't gonna steal mom's mii from your miiâŠ"
"You never know! That man got three women! And two of them were sisters!" He retorts.
"I doubt that'll mean anythingâI mean, you've been forcing them together for who knows how long! They're probably inseparable by now." Your son scoffs.
"âŠThey're still just friends."
"Still?!" He asks incredulously.
Quickly, he pulls back the console to check for himself.
"Oh my goshâŠthat's hilarious!" He beams.
"Why do you think I was trying so hard!?" Leon says, "I needed to make sure she was all in for me before I let any other hooligans onto my island! I'm protecting my treasure!"
"Really now?" You ask, tilting your head towards your husband.
"Among other things." He assures, a light smile on his face, "I also just like watching them interactâŠit's particularly cute when your Mii gets all excited to see mine, and then they walk around togetherâŠ"
"Gross, stop talking, please." Your son butts.
"It really is a downer, though." Leon sighs, leaning onto your shoulder, "Why don't you love me?"
"I love you enough in real life." You assure.
"That means nothing in my game." He says wistfully.
"Stop being dramatic." You roll your eyes.
"You know, that's cause you don't have any other Mii's on hereâŠ" Your son reminds with a singing tone.
"OkayâI get it. I'll keep him."
"Ah, wowâŠI'm flattered." You say gently.
"Well, my plan is to get you to fall in love first." He admits.
"Ha! You'd love that..."
"I'm just trying to live out my wildest imaginations."
"Stop. Talking." He says again, "Look! Something's happening with y'all on here!"
On the screen now is a cutscene playing. Your Mii and your husband's Mii bump into each other. Yours falls to the floor before being helped out by hisâŠwhile cheesy romance music plays.
"You're kidding me."
"Atta boy!" Leon says excitedly, his fist pumping in the air, "God, I'm such a charmer."
Your Mii now brandishes the look of someone who was lovestruck, its pixelated cheeks tinting with a cartoonish red.
"Ha! That's what you used to look like all the time." You laugh, looking back at your husband.
"No, I didn'tâ" He gasps out, "I was less obvious."
"MhâŠpretty obvious to me."
"And me!" Your son grins.
"Oh shut it, you were like six."
"And I was a genius baby." He smiles, "I had that early consciousness and photogenic memory."
Leon gives him an amused scoff, "Glad to see you're putting that to good use."
"Who'da how?" He tilts his head in confusion, before turning his attention to the screen again, "Oh look! You and Hamilton are talking!"
"Huh? No. I don't want to be his friendâ"
"Aw, cool! Y'all hit it off!" He grins, showing it off again, "Bestest buddies, huh?"
"Give me that." He snatches it from him as he fiddles around with it, "How do I tell him to leave me alone."
"It's fate." He shrugs, "Can't do nada about it, big dawg."
"Don'tâŠcall me that." He mutters, leaning back into the couch once again, "It's disrespectful."
"What's disrespectful is that you still haven't added me."
"I thought that's what you were gonna do!" He says exasperated, "You used your one chance on adding someone to add thisâŠugly son of aâ"
"Why does bruhbruh only get to add something?!" A small voice pops up from in front of them. There once busy little girl, now up and crossed-armed as she looks at them.
As for their youngest, he's up as well, just following what his sister is doing.
Leon stands there, shocked, now cornered by everyone in the house.
"Now, honeyâŠ" He says gently, "It's nothing, I promise."
She doesn't bother with his excuses as she jumps up to sit by his side.
"I want SpongeBob on there!" She demands, not even knowing what she's adding him to.
"Spidey!" Her younger brother adds.
"And Bluey!"
"Bingo!"
"Ooo, add Goku."
"Elmo!"
"Daniel Tiger!"
The noise of all of them spouting off different fictional characters drones on as your husband lies back fully, covering his eyes with the console.
"You said something about nothing in this house being sacred?" He looks to you as he utters the phrase.
"Something like that, sure." You nod, leaning into him again, "But heyâŠI think it'd be sweet to add everything we likeâŠ"
You give his bicep a gentle squeeze, letting a soft smile play on your lips, "Really gives the thing personality."
"Yeah?" He asks softly.
"Yeah." You assure.
âŠ
âŠ
âŠ
"As long as you add Daveed Digs on there too."
"Oh Goddamn it."
can you tell I'm excited for Tomodachi Life: Living The Dream to come out? Can you, CAN YOU?!? Like this whole idea came to me while I was trying to elongate my demo. (this totally happened in my game)
Inspiration strikes when you least expect it. (I have another fic I'm working on based on a tweet -not Leon tho-)
Ugh. I can't wait to make him and my OC kiss. - hunnithan
summary: After a disastrous hangout with some of your 'friends', something they mentioned plagues Simon's brain. And who is he to deny his curiosity?
tags: Porn with some plot, F/M relationship, ficlet, Simon being pathetic and lonely, camgirl!reader, hyper feminine!reader (if you squint), chubby!reader (easier to spot but still need to squint), established platonic relationship, mutual (secret) pining, twitter (ewwww), taboo thoughts, sexual fantasies, "reader" uses the internet as a personal diary, repression and denial (from Simon), Simon huffing crazy amounts of copium while actively getting off to reader, btwâŠvery obvious twist, no resolution, #clapifheshouldsuffer
Simon wasn't planning on visiting this stupid website.
But curiosity got the best of himâŠ
In front of him now was a blurred-out dashboard covered by an annoying sign-up window.
Annoying in the sense that it was impossible to click off to explore further, free of the shame that comes with having an "X" account.
...The amount of time Simon had spent proud of not being on that hell site was about to be diminished to nothing.
All because of that stupid man-child needing sign-ups.
It was irritating, solely because of the amount of effort he had to put in to satisfy the itch in his brain.
He groans softly, letting his head fall back as he covers his face with his hands.
Why was he even entertaining the idea?
Simple.
Earlier that day, he had been hanging out with a few friendsâ
Correction: he was hanging out with his friend, who was hanging out with her friends.
It wasn't a secret that Simon wasn't very into social situations, let alone hanging out with such a big group, but he would sacrifice the comfort of being alone if it meant being with her.
His 'friend' [__].
A sweet, kind woman. Feminine and pretty and soft, who dressed nicely and smelled even nicer. Friendly, funny, outgoingâŠShe was perfect, really.
âŠSo completely different from him that it made him wonder why she cared for someone like him at all.
âŠ
It was also no secret that Simon loved to blur the lines between friendship and desire. Falling for every female friend he's ever had (2/2 is a great streak, really) and being consumed with what he imagined love felt like.
That wasâŠprobably a symptom of being chronically alone all his life? But no matterâ
Back to the explanation, [__] was hanging out with a group of her friends, and he was hanging around her. It was a pretty big group of people.
She was really good at that. Having friends, that is.
So good that he couldn't keep track of whether or not they were new faces or ones he's already had the displeasure of meeting.
He's certain, though, that they were new.
He would've remembered if they were that big of pricks.
Somehow, the topic of discussion turned into more 'unfunny' types, including horribly lowbrow humor and unoriginal references that were crass in nature.
She was already clearly annoyed at the comments. Her brow tense, and her constant smile no longer present, subtly turned into a displeased frown. Changes that only he would notice (mostly because of how much he stared at her).
He remembered exactly how the downward spiral started. One of the more annoying ones was running off about an offhanded mention of that stupid website, to which the others, playfully, started going off about how good it was for porn. They continued about how it was "so much better than the average porn site" and how it was a "treasure trove". InâŠmuch worse language than he could ever repeat.
It finally came to a point where she snapped at them, causing a whole argument where everyone, including the girls, piled onto her.
They concede by deeming her 'too sensitive' and 'suspiciously defensive about bops'. Which, to Simon, felt like they were just spewing accusations because they could see how mad it made her.
The conversation then devolved further into the same dribble, on and on, as she took a moment to collect herself.
Simon was obviously mad for her in the moment. Of course he'd be! They shouldn't have been talking about her like that!
âŠor any woman, for that matter, probably, but mostly her.
He remembers how he moved to comfort her, tapping her on the forearm, causing her to look at him. He can recall now the sweet smile she shined onto him immediately, wordlessly. As if he was comforting her just by being there.
It felt so good.
But of course, that little moment was interrupted by the loud giggling of the other people around them.
He remembers turning to see a boy passing around his phone to the group. Half of them were busy looking, and the others were staring straight at her.
or more correctly, her body.
This caused her to ask what the hell they were looking at, to which one of the braver (stupider) guys blurted out that they had "caught her".
Utterly confused, she demanded an explanation, and that's when they turned the phone around.
On the screen was the profile of a very raunchy model.
Despite not having her face on the screen, she had her exact skin tone and her 'general' body type.
Though Simon doesn't recall much, he tried his best to look away immediately.
His eyes were focused instead on her face, which at the time was pale in horrorâŠ
The guy stated the name on the account loudly.
"Nymph_xo"
before complimenting her on the cute screen name.
Her shocked face immediately turned to seething anger.
"That's actually so fucking disgusting!"
He remembered her screaming, before she continued berating him further about the fact that he was probably looking for girls that looked like her because he wanted them to actually be her (which was totally what he was doing, Simon thinks)
âŠTo which the guy just brushed her words off with a quick, "stop being so self-absorbed," and told her that if it wasn't her, then she shouldn't have an issue.
ThatâŠwas stupid logic, of course.
She then called them out for being complete weirdos before proceeding to tell them to "go fuck themselves" while grabbing her shit and leaving with Simon.
âŠ
"Nymph_xo" is the next thing he types into the search after he finishes creating an account.
Simon felt bad. Really, he did.
But the curiosity that plagued his mind also felt really bad.
So bad that it was tearing his insides apart.
Could that really be her? Or were those assholes just being insane?
In the small glance he got at the photo presented to him beforeâŠhe'd be lying if he said it didn't look exactly like herâŠ
or what he imagined her looking like underneath all those clothesâŠ
It takes a second for the profile to load.
A brief, calm second before his screen is bombarded by thumbnails of that body barely clad and in various positions.
Simon's dull, pale skin explodes in red at the sight.
âŠthough really, what was he expecting?
He wasn't a prude by any sense of the word. There was nothing shocking about the nudity and lewdness on display now. It wasn't anything he hadn't stumbled upon before.
Frankly, in terms of internet stuff, it was exceptionally tameâŠ
But of course, the problem lies with who that nudity and lewdness belonged toâŠ
allegedly.
Just scrolling over the various videos felt like hot coals pressing onto his head, overheating many times overâŠsimply because of the concept that these could be her.
Though, only judging by the thumbnailsâŠ
He was far too scared to click play on any of them. Especially because of some of the titles.
"What kind of idiot forgets how to count? The slut who's 6 orgasms deep."
"Geniunely forgetting how to speak cause I'm overstimulated asf (emotionally and sexually)"
"Keep giving me money, you'll fuck me eventually."
"Aristotle here genuinely discussing whether she would rather have to take a bad dragon toy (all the way) or use a temu rose toy (electric shock guaranteed)."
They were a lot moreâŠvulgar than she's ever spoken.
Wellâmeaner, he thinks. Maybe that points towards it not being her after all!
And maybe that fact can make him feel a tiny bit better for the ache in his pants.
âŠ
It was almost dreadful how easily his cock hardened in the little time he spent here. The thumbnails in front of him were almost flirting with the lack of clothing present.
Which seemed slightly off to him.
[__] was not a shy woman, often wearing tank tops or shirts that showed off her perfect tits chest. And he was never like this when they were hanging out in person. Even when they'd bounce with her laughter in response to an unintentional joke. Or even when she'd lean forward in interest, and he'd have to keep his eyes from watching how they'd pressed together. Never letting them linger to not come off as pervertedâŠand to keep himself from imagining his weeping cock fucking them while her tongue caught the tip.
âŠ
There was a standard then that was absent now. Maybe it was human decency. Maybe it was shame.
Though he can't say that that wasn't also running through him at the moment.
Shame mixed with a buzzing arousal.
A concoction that made him dizzy enough to want to pull himself out already.
âŠ
no.
That wouldn't be right, right?
if it turned out to actually be [__]âŠ
Then there would definitely be some fucked up implications to him not only doing that to her videos, but being on here in general.
âŠ
But if it wasn'tâŠ
He takes a small suck of his bottom lip as his leg restlessly bounces.
Maybe hearing her voice would help.
His eyes scan over each video scrolling by, examining every thumbnail to find which one looks just right to help him outâŠ
With his research, that is.
Obviously.
âŠ
Another few scrolls and he stumbles upon somethingâŠ
"ranting while I touch myself."
The title stood out to him for some weird reason. It was almost interesting if he could describe it.
What seems to seal the deal is the state of the model in the thumbnail.
She was only visible from the chest down. She's sitting politely with her legs crossed, wearing a grey tank top that defines her soft body nicely.
The black pair of dolphin shorts she paired with it almost fit like underwear, showing off pretty plush thighs. And the outfit was finished with some fuzzy white socks that fit her legs like the leg warmers [__] loved to wear. The ones that made her legs look stubby and adorable.
âŠ
âŠNo pink in sight.
That has to be another point for it not being her, right?
Only time would tell.
"Do you ever have that feeling that you want to strangle someone?"
âIs the first thing that comes from the woman's mouth. Her voice was smooth, but slightly irritated. Like it's been used for longer than healthyâŠor louder than normal.
"SorryâI wanted to start this off a lot better, but honestly, who cares?"
Even with the slight fry in her voice, it's clear that she was rather gentle in her speechâŠ
Odd considering her titles.
"I wanted to try something out real quick. I know it's kind of unusual for people to be talking while they're slutting themselves out online, but I love y'all."
Her voice edges on clear sarcasm as her manicured hands move to make a heart, "And cause of that, I can make y'all as parasocial as I want."
She shrugs simply, "Makes me more money and lets me be a bit more genuine with my oomfs."
Simon squints at the weird terms coming from her mouth.
âŠwhat the fuck is an oomf?
"I saw this thing called a 'ramblefap' on Reddit while I was playing with my pussy. As one does." She explains casually, "And I thoughtâŠthat's such a great idea! God, it's really quite beautiful. I get to rant about whatever I want with no consequences, and y'all get the content!"
She moves to adjust herself, getting into a more comfortable position that involves spreading her legs out. One propped up and the other dangling from the arm of her chair.
"Plus, after the day I've had, it'd be like heaven to bust a nut while talking."
God, she's crude.
"Which leads me to my first point of contention."
Her hands find themselves at the hem of her tank top, pulling it down slightly as she leans toward the camera.
"You see these pretty things?" She asks like she was speaking directly to him, "See how gorgeous they're sitting, pushing up and out like they're begging for your attention?" She starts, letting her voice get playfully breathy and sensual at the end.
Oh God.
The heat that Simon had escaped flooded back into him in an instant.
All because her chest looked identical to [__]'s.
The woman pulls back just as quickly, "Yeahâwell it seems like someone irl doesn't even fucking notice them." She scoffs as she crosses her arms, "I've been trying for like five-ever to get that stupid cunt to even look at themâI even bought a push-up bra!!"
She quickly pulls down her tank top to show off her pink, lacy bra, "Does it look like I need a push-up bra?"
Simon's eyes widen as she casually flashes him.
"Don't answer that, I already know," she huffs out, leaning back in defeat.
A quick keyboard click is the only thing that rings out next. Leaving Simon back in silence.
He was ratherâŠshocked to say the least?
There wasâŠno way that was [__]. At leastâŠhe thinks?
He wouldn't put it on his grave. ButâŠit was hard to believe.
His friend wasn't rudeâŠor crass like that orâorâŠ
[__] was sweet and kind. She had manners and barely ever cussed.
Unlike the woman on his screen now.
âŠ
Sure, they might kind of share some extrovertedness. Being loud and openâŠ
But was that an uncommon trait? Isn't half the world extroverted?
Not like that mattersâŠ
What does is the clear difference between the two.
The way Ms.Nymph conducts herself isn't at all like he'd imagine [__] acting as if she ever did this kind of stuff.
âŠ
âŠwhich he totally didn't fantasize about ever.
That would be weird and rather gross. Making up scenarios about that kinda stuff wasâŠ
Uhm.
But, for the sake of imagination, if he had to imagine such a thingâŠ
[__] would probably be far more refined. Only cheeky photos and maybe a video on special occasions.
âŠAnd said videos would be tasteful; ones where she'd politely show off her pretty pussy. Let everyone see how utterly drenched it was, sweet and sticky at the mere idea of getting fucked.
He's imagine that instead of Nymph's crass language, [__] would rely on perfect moans.
To show how good it felt when she'd make tight circles against her puffy clit. To coax in the viewer to play along with herâŠ
To beg him to come and fill her up correctly.
He shakes the thoughts out of his head, his eyes going back to the paused screen in front of himâŠ
00:30 â 06:12
âŠ
There was a lot more to comb through to make sure he was absolutely certain.
"âBut this is what happens when you put your eggs in one basket." She mumbles, "âŠI should probably get naked while I talk, huh?"
To her own questions, she starts to unclasp her bra.
"So anywayâyou might be likeâŠwhy are you talking about another guy while addressing your viewers?" She laughs before tossing her bra somewhere off camera.
"'Cause I know y'all fuck with it?" She snorts, "Trust meâthe cuck market is out there."
"Plus, even if you're not into it, you could like mute me?" She offers, before scoffing, "Or just go watch something else. You're allowed??"
Before too much berating, her hands move up to cup her chest, squeezing the soft flesh, "But really, who'd skip this?"
Simon feels a desperate twitch from his neglected cock. Like it was begging for him to just help it outâŠ
He gives out an exasperated sigh as his fingers drum against the desk.
"Mh, fuckâŠ" She whispers, her thumbs swiping against her nipples, "Just thinking about him finally playing with my tits. Sucking themâŠ"
Simon nibbles his lower lip anxiously, his already red cheeks deepening in color.
There was a mild sense of privacy invasion going in and out of his brain. After all, it really could be her.
âŠEven if he personally doesn't want it to be.
Because that would intrinsically make him a bad guy, right? For continuing to watch this?
âŠbut then again, wouldn't what he's doing now make him just as bad since he was still unsure?
âŠ
No, right?
This isn't horrid.
He's not touching himselfâŠ
Or even willfully pumping his dick to the fantasy that the girl on screen was her.
He wasn't taking advantage of gaining access to this private sector of her life.
âŠOne that probably wasn't ever meant to reach his eyes.
âŠ
Fuck.
"Shitâ" She laughs, hesitantly removing her hands, "I'm supposed to be ranting. RightâŠ"
The woman sighs as she settles her hands in her lap, "Okay, back to the guyâHe doesn't seem to be getting the hint that I like him like at all. And I'm just likeâŠwhat do I have to do?"
"Y'all can believe me if you want, but I'm not this crazy in person." She explains, "I have shameâŠif you can believe that."
Simon couldn't.
âŠbut he guesses that's what makes doing things like this viable for someone.
He wouldn't imagine people would risk this kind of thing if there were even a chance of people they knew finding it.
âŠ
Or is that the exact thrill?
"And it's likeâŠhe's super shy. Which is totally my type, by the way. Like, real shit, no pandering," She asserts, "So I don't want to scare him offâŠbut it's like, the fuck am I supposed to do?"
"At the same time, though, I'm not really helping my case cause I want to likeâŠgnaw on him every time I'm around him? like I'm in heat, and it's not subtle." She huffs, "Something about brooding, scruffy-looking men just does something to me." She squeals. her hands lifting to grasp at the air.
An action that feels weirdly familiar to Simon.
Those hands then moved down her sides, caressing herself as she spoke.
"âŠwith the dark circles and dull skin. Tired eyes and facial hair that matures his face just rightâŠand like, the almost emo hair that he doesn't like being referred to as emo hairâŠ" Her voice turns to whining, like just imagining the guy made her excited.
And he believes it with how in-depth she's goingâŠ
Brave, considering the guy could stumble upon this video and figure it out from the not-so-subtle description.
âŠGuess she thinks the guyâs either an idiot or a prude.
heh. He probably was if she was this confident.
In any case, Simon can't help but blush at her excitement.
Even if it wasn't [__], and even if she wasn't talking about him specifically, he felt almost flattered that he was someone's type.
âŠSomeone with such pretty tits and soft-looking skinâŠ
"God, I'm patheticccc." Her hands seem to find their way to her pants, her fingers pulling down her shorts slightly, "GuysâI'm losing my charm-uhhh."
"You can't seduce people like those old pornos like you used toâŠthey patched that shit a long ass time ago." She scoffs.
That makes him laugh slightly.
Maybe it was just the utter ridiculousness of that statement or the tone in which she took. As if she were actually devastated.
This lady is quite entertaining if nothing else.
"The worst thing about itâŠis the fact that I know about the girl he used to likeâŠand guysâŠ" She starts, her voice turning into someone who sounds scared.
"She's totally different from me!!" She falls back like she's distraught, her hands moving off camera to where her neck would be, most likely fake choking herself, "Somebody sedate me!!!"
Though amusing, the emote doesn't stay. Just as fast as she started, she stops.
"âUsed to, though!" She emphasizes, sitting right back up, "SO there's like, hopeâŠI think."
She seemed rather bubbly about the whole thing. If it were Simon in that position and [__]'s last crush was the polar opposite of him, he'd kill himself.
âŠ
Like any normal person would, obviously.
"And it's like, if I have toâŠI could totally change my whole aesthetic!" She speaks, hopefully being sarcastic, "I don't even like dressing pretty anyway. I could get rid of the mini-skirts and tank tops and switch my palette to neutrals."
She plays with the string of her shorts as she continues to list off everything.
Each thing listed rang familiar to the man watching.
"âŠand trash all my jewelryâŠandâŠstop doing my makeup."
âŠ
There's a moment of silence before a soft, cathartic laugh comes from her.
"Just kidding, guys! You just walked the prankâself-love is always the best choice! Don't ever change for a man!" She states as she makes that silly heart again.
Simon stifles a laugh, not really expecting a life lesson from the still topless women in front of him.
Who said Twitter porn videos couldn't be wholesome?
"Ugh. I'm just copingâSorry. You guys aren't coming for thatâheh. cumming." She giggles.
"It's so much harder to talk and touch myself at the same time than I imagined. How do those GWA artists do it?" She tussles around for a moment before peeling her shorts off herself.
"ButâŠy'all are getting the result of my spiral." Her voice turns softer before her delicate fingers brush her pretty, laced panties, "MhâŠyou see how wet I am?"
There's a soft silence before her digits hook themselves on the fabric, taking care to pull her panties to the side.
The moment she revealed her soaked cunt to the audience, it was like Simon's brain was crashing. He felt like he was literally blue-screening.
It was odd. Weird.
He's seen those kinds of things countless times before.
âŠ
Obviously.
Butâunlike those other times, he was now struggling not melt.
Maybe it was her voice. Or the sincerity of it all.
âŠor maybe because his brain was processing her as [__].
But there was something that set this apart.
"All because of that stupid fuckâŠ" She whispers, her middle finger swiping up her glistening slit, causing her to let out a tiny whimper.
"You know how fucking hard it is to act all sweet and pretty in front of him?" She whines, her finger doing lazy circles against her clit, "While I'm soaking through my panties in public? Squeezing my thighs so tight to try to at least relieve something~."
Simon's lips press into a thin line as his brain tries its best to keep itself busy with her words and not her actions. Though he can't really focus on anything elseâŠ
Not when it was so prominent.
Not when he was imagining it was [__].
âŠ
The concept forms with his input. Damning him with the mere idea.
âŠbut it wasn't like he knew how to stop it.
Even if he tried, he couldn't.
Not when she was right in front of himâŠ
Chest rising as she gasps at her own touch. Her delicate fingers working her pretty, eager pussy.
Fuck. He could already imagine how sticky it feltâŠ
A sweet moan pops his bubble of fantasy, back to the body before him.
Her hand busies itself with massaging one of her boobs as her fingers slide down her slit, collecting the glistening slick coming from it. She gives a small whine as she rubs her fingers together.
The string that connects them when she pulls them apart is almost sinful. Satisfying his own query instantly.
"And that's just from thinking about himâŠ" She giggles, "âŠimagine if I ever got him to actually fuck me."
Her hand moves back down to her core again, "Fuckâjust imagining him playing with my pussy so sweetlyâso eagerlyâŠ"
âŠ
He would. He'd be so eager to just try to get her to come. Even if he knew he'd be bad at it.
She gives a small laugh, "God, I'm not good at dirty talkâŠbut like, that's the point!"
Her words turn breathy as her fingertips trace her fluttering entrance, "I just wanna fuck myselfâŠ"
A whimper comes next, her middle and ring finger pushing slowly into her waiting hole.
"You wanna watch me fuck myself?" She asks in a high, pleading tone.
And of course, Simon nods in response. Like, there was actual audience input involved.
But she does just what he wants anyway. Her fingers pump into herself. Slow at first, before finding the perfect rhythm.
Oh, is it perfect.
He's just hypnotized by her movements.
In and out. In and out.
So sure of her actions.
Her moans ring so sweet in his ears. Keeping him attentive and distracted all at once. So much that he barely registers his own hand pawing at his pathetically erect dick straining against his pants.
His breath hitches as he feels waves of relief start flooding him, convincing him to continue despite his conscience screaming at him.
"Ahh~ fuckâŠ" She cries softly, "Can'tâŠs'not enoughâŠ"
Still, she doesn't stop herself from bullying her fingers knuckle deep.
In. Out. In. Out.
"Still feel so fuckin' empty~" She whispers, "Need cock in meâŠ"
"You wanna fill me up? Make me forget about that asshole?"
"Fuck yesâŠ" Simon pleads, continuing his own needy touches, "Please, [__]âŠlet meâŠ"
He was far too fucked to even realize he just said his friend's name.
"If you insistâŠ" She jokes softly, easing the heavy tension of before.
She pulls away from herself, before moving more out of frame for a moment, "Just cause that means I have an excuse to pull this out."
What she brings back with her makes Simon's heart stopâŠ
In that split second of silence, he's fumbling to untie the strings of his sweatpants.
Fuck anything he's said before.
The piousness and the hiding behind curiosity.
He didn't care who it really was.
Not at the moment.
Whether it was a random woman or his friend.
He doesn't care.
And if he were anymore honest, he'd admit that he wished it were her.
Especially with the way she's taking that thick toy.
"Hah~ Siâ" She cries as she cuts herself off, "âJust what I fuckin' needed."
Her words slur as she grinds down onto that fake cock. Her hips jittering as she bottoms out.
She sighs as she moves her hips around, trying to adjust to the girth that was impaling her.
What comes next is a series of experimental bounces, all sung with moans that Simon soaked up. His eyes lasered in as she finds her rhythm before letting his hand stroke to the same beat.
"Such a big cockâŠ" She whispers, giving a tiny giggle, "You love stretching me out, huh?"
Simon nods along. His brain morphs the video in front of him into a fantasy. filling in the blanks where the camera cuts off and pasting what he imagines [__] looking like in pleasure.
Imagining how she'd bite her plump bottom lip as a whine escapes her mouth. How her eyebrows would knit in heavy pleasure. Her cheeks red and her eyes cloudy.
He takes in how her legs quiver as she bounces up and down rather sloppily on her toy of choice. How the rest of her body reacts; Her whole body moving with her. How she's soaking her inner thighs and drooling arousal down the sides of the dildo.
God, she was sloppy, wasn't she?
So perfect and messy.
How he wanted so badly to clean her up. Let his tongue graze gently, trying his best not disturb her while he gets his fill.
Fuck, it was pathetic.
He could imagine anything he wanted right now.
Pounding into her with reckless abandon as she whines and squeezes down on his dick. Fucking her pretty little throat while she cries off her eye makeup.
âŠand yet the idea of getting scrapes while playing bitch is what makes him want to come.
He watches as her moans turn desperate and her movements grow restless.
"cumâŠ" She whimpers, "needa'âŠ"
Oh fuck.
He fights to keep pace with her, trying his best not to finish before she does.
Any semblances of words spudder our into whining, like this was all too much for her.
He can see how her soft stomach flexes, her hands trying to find a place to anchor themselves as her breathing hightens.
"Please cum in meâŠplease, please pleaâhahhhâahh!~."
Her words fail her as she finally crashes. Hips fully sheathing, hands squeezing, body grinding out her orgasm.
Everything about it ringing perfect to the man still fervently stroking his cock.
âŠDespite it already oozing his pearly product. Like magma over the tip, falling and covering his hand.
Simon's head falls back as he whines out his own pitiful cries. Letting the feeling of relief edge to painful overstimulation.
Simply because he couldn't get enough.
Just imagining his wasted cum nestled into her messy cunt instead. Not ever getting the chance to drip out because he'd never let it.
God, he wanted that so fucking badly.
Wanted to keep her there forever. Kiss her shoulders and face and really any skin available to him senseless as they lay together as one. Wanted to be able to whisper every soft thing he's ever imagined, every loving word or praise. To show his devotion to her.
Wanted to finally (hopefully) implant something tangible that would reaffirm his love, his dedication in a physical way.
Something that boasted the fact she chose him. To love. To have something that serious with.
Through his haze of desire and imagination, he can hear one final thing from the video.
The gentle voice of the woman laughing out a soft yet regrettable, "GodâŠI'm patheticâŠ"
âŠ
With that, Simon's left alone in the clarity that comes next.
His mind, now unclouded and actively cringing at the things he did not even seconds ago. About his attitude towards the woman. About the things he imagined about [__]...
He looks down at himself, messy and covered in his own release. Breath heavy and uneven. His face flushed uncomfortably.
It makes him groan. Makes him shut his eyes and let his head fall back to free hang behind him.
He's so weak.
So pathetic.
âŠ
The creeping shame consumes him quickly. Prickles of it combine with frustration to sink their spines into his sides, further discomforting him.
And he just accepts it.
He lets himself have those few seconds to wallow in self-pity and disgust.
To steep in itâŠ
before he lets out a big sigh and starts to clean himself up.
hellooooo niche community !!! back it again with a Simon Henriksson thirst post.
this is actually the first time I've ever written something explicit about this man, it's a lot more plot heavy than I really anticipated, but then again, it's always like that when I write for him (can't stop won't stop)
If y'all recognize me from my other Simon fics---THIS ISN"T CONNECTED TO THEM. Canonically, that is. It's low-key the same reader-insert (because I'm being self indulgent) but this doesn't (wouldn't) happen in the actual series of events.
...Think of it as a spin off to the fanfiction (that I have yet to work on)
Anyhow- unimportant, but what is true in every universe is...
I like making Simon suffer !
This was also one of those other kinktober posts I mentioned a couple of posts ago. if you couldn't tell from the voyeurism and everything else about this. I got like two more of dem. I think y'all can tell what kind of stuff i'm into with all of theseâand I feel exposed.
Maybe I'll go back to some fluff ! Even though I love exploring darker (taboo?) topics, everyone needs some fluff in their lives.
she psychological on my smut til I think (and finish) - Hunnithan
pairing: Michael Afton (FNAF 2 Movie) x fem!reader
summary: After his plans fail, Michael is left lamenting to you. To which all you want to do is make him feel better by jumping his bones.
tags: PWP, established relationship, Reverse comfort, Michael Afton is a mess and a failure, He is also a fake IDGAFer, comfort sex, faux!dominant Michael (I think that makes sense), actually in charge!reader, illusion of control, F/M relationship, ficlet
CW!!: explicit content 18+ !!! MDNI !!! sex used as comfort strategy AND coping mechanism, mention of trama (?) [if you squint], cockwarming, P in V intercourse, biting, and uh...spoilers I think!!!
word count: 2.98 k !! :D
"I'mâjustâ" Michael sighs as you let your head dip down to his neck, "How could she even possiblyâmhâŠ"
You were only half listening to Michael ramble on about the previous day's events. Far too busy littering him with affection to be wholly attentive.
Only because you knew he so desperately needed it.
"She justâŠchose them. Without hesitating. Over her own brother."
"MhâŠI know, honeyâŠhow horrible." You whisper gently, letting your lips graze his neck as you speak.
"And it's likeâshe never had time for me back thenâŠand now she's activelyâ!" he shudders as your tongue glides up across his pale skin, "âshutting me out~"
You murmur something sympathetic in response, barely articulated, muffled by his neck.
"âŠare you even paying attention..?" He asks breathlessly. His words, bleeding into frustration as he watches you trail your kisses down further.
"Of course, honey." You nod in an exaggerated manner, trying to convince him you weren't just saying that to cheer him up.
"MhâŠ" he lets out a breath, long and defeated, as his head falls back onto the couch, "âŠand right after our father died too."
He continues his ranting. Unaffected, as if you were nothing but white noise in his solo 'therapy session'.
Yes, solo.
It's not like he was talking to you.
He wasnt speaking to anyone, really.
More so, he was directing his focus into the void, into the air like he himself was trying to comprehend everything out loud.
âŠwhile ignoring everything else around him.
The soft kisses you press on his skin, your hands pawing at his sides, only threatening to snake under his shirt. How you ever so gently grind yourself against his thighâŠ
You knew he was just too preoccupied with his own life and how it had crumbled over the past few months...
How he hadn't gotten the chance to actually make his dad proud before he kicked the bucketâŠ
But those facts only made you want to try harderâŠto make him feel goodâŠ
Or at least better.
You hated seeing him all mopeyâŠ
And Lord knows he doesn't know how to cope.
So this âspoutâ ofâŠemotion was rather cumbersome to deal with.
"Poor babyâŠ" You whisper softly, before letting your teeth graze his soft skin.
"Ahâ" he shudders softly, before his hands grip you tight in response, just slightly too much so, "don'tâtalk to me like thatâŠdon't call me that."
His tone lingers heavy, angry if it weren't for the tremor present.
And to it, you pull away.
Of course you do.
You knew he was rather delicate at times.
âŠEspecially when family matters were present.
You had to keep in mind everything that came along with it. The shutting down, the snappy attitude. The loss of interest in pet namesâŠ
"Sorry," you apologize, before trying to lighten up the conversation, "âŠI can be extra mean to make up for it?"
That simple joke, unfortunately, lands on whiny ears. Earning a groan that would be absolutely pathetic if you weren't so into itâŠ
But, then again, two things could be true at once.
"Was that a nice whine or an unhappy one?" You ask lightly, bringing your face up to look directly at him.
He doesn't even try to keep your stare. Rather, opting to look to the side like an annoyed cat. Tight-jawed and narrow-eyed.
Your shoulders slump then.
"OkayâŠYou gotta communicate, Michael. What's wrong exactly?" you sigh, placing your head on his chest, "âŠis it cause I joked about being mean to you?"
You can feel him huff out a breath at that, signifying the cause immediately.
"âŠI was joking, you know that, right?" you ask, your hand finding its way to play with the buttons of his shirt, "Please, don't be butthurtâ"
"I'm not 'butthurt'." He finally snaps, his contempt clear, "I just didn't appreciate your joke."
âŠ
That's rather harsh, isn't it? You understand where he's coming fromâŠbut at the same time, that was no way to speak to you. Especially when you're trying your best to help him out.
"You're not appreciative of anything I'm doing right now, it seems." You retort, letting your fingers unbutton the top button of his shirt.
"I don'tâ" The simmer in his words cut when he hears you, the burner immediately shutting off in turn, "That's notâyou don't actually think that, do you?"
âŠ
God, he was a mess.
Emotionally all the time, but exceptionally right now.
Clear as day, as he shifted from that anger to his usual anxious neediness.
You give a gentle sigh at that. Letting your offense die down.
"Well, what am I supposed to think?" You say lightly, "I mean, hot and cold Michaelâ"
"âHoney." He corrects you, his eyes bearing deep worry, "It's honey. Remember?"
You tilt your head in confusion at that, "I thought you didn't want pet names right nowâ"
"I don't want 'baby'." He clarifies quickly, like he's afraid you'll drop him just as fast, "Just not that oneâthe others are fineâgood."
another pause before he finishes, "âŠI like those."
âŠ
That eases your body slightly. His attempt to practice the communication youâve been asking for is a welcome sight. Even if he still needs some work.
Still, it's a lot better than beforeâŠ
When he'd just stare at you until youâd (hopefully) noticed something was wrong. And then when (if) you didâŠit'd take another hour just to pry any kind of information on what exactly that something was.
"Okay then," You let out an easy smile, deciding to see if you could continue this constructive discussion, "And what about before�"
"âŠ"
He looks away before sighing, "I just don't enjoy the idea of you being mean to meâŠ" he dismisses.
"But does that give you the right to talk to me like that?" You ask softly.
His pursed lips quiver slightly at your pressing, "...to get my point across."
"Michael." You assert, "You don't have to act like that to earn my respect or for me to listen."
"..."
"But, I'll admit that my joke wasn't the bestâŠit was just what I thought would be the polar opposite of the moment," you explain, "I wouldn't actually be mean to youâŠI'm just playing around, honey."
You can feel him relax as you finally use the name again. Softening even more as you place gentle kisses onto his cheeks.
âWell,â You let your kisses trail down again, back to where they once were, "âŠhow about, to make it up to you...you tell me what could make you feel better?"
"mh?" He hums softly, only really taking in the sensations you're giving him.
"Tell me what you want me to do to make everything better? To show you that I love youâŠ" Your voice is light, letting it muffled as you find a rather sensitive spot by his collar, attaching to it like it was your lifeline.
"Ahâ" He shudders softly, letting his head fall back, "Love?"
"LoveâŠ" you repeat, "With the way you say itâŠit sounds like you're doubting meâŠ"
"I'm not!" He assures, "IâI know you do. I would never doubt you ever in this worldâŠ"
You knew that declaration was all true. Of course it wasâŠbut the way in which he expressed it was all proformative.
He always had to make a show of his affirmations, possibly to make sure you're convinced he's being absolutely genuine.
âŠMost certainly because that's how he's always had to do it with other people.
No matter how many times you say you trust his words or that he doesn't have to be a hundred percent about everything, he still persists.
"My honeyâŠ" You whisper softly, helping pull his focus back to you, "You gonna tell me? Or do I have to find it myself?"
Your hand catches his face, guiding his eyes up from their avoidant position.
"Noâno." He assures, "I know what I want."
You hum out, "And that is�"
"I need to be inside you." He trembles as your hand glides up his shirt. You can feel the soft skin of his stomach tense at your cold touch.
"Ah." You smile, "That's it?"
"But not sex." Michael clarifies, "âŠI just want to be in you."
"Ohhh." you laugh, letting your fingers mess with the button of his jeans, "And you can handle that?"
"Yes." He assures, "I canâŠ"
You knew for a fact he couldn't. If memory serves right, he couldn't handle more than a bit before he'd start crying at you to let him come. But still, you knew he needed this.
"You can?" The sound of his zipper fills the quiet that surrounds you two, "You can handle holding me down on your perfect cock?" You lean forward as you speak, whispering right below his ear.
You can feel him nod almost comically fast at your description.
"mhm?" You coo, letting yourself resume grinding on him lightly, "Even if I'm begging to move? Begging to have you pound me like the nice, obedient slut I am?"
"Yesâyeah." He clears his throat, trying to sound less desperate than you know he is.
"Of course you can, what am I thinking?" You assure, like you're scolding yourself for doubting him, "You always handled me just right, haven't you?"
You make sure to emphasize your statement with a heavy roll of your hips.
"Fuckâyes." He whimpers, his hands finding purpose again when they grip your hips roughly. Keeping you pressed down on him.
"âŠOops." You chuckle, letting your face nuzzle into his neck.
"CarefulâŠ" he strains out, meekly.
Your hand makes quick work of pulling out his needy cock, strained up proudly. Blushing red tints the tip as it leaks in frustration. The tips of your fingers trail up a gorgeous vein on its underside. Causing him to let out a small cry.
"'M so sorryâŠI didn't mean to." You whisper, looking back up at him with impossibly soft eyes, "I was just so eagerâŠI'll be good."
"Of courseâ" He tries to keep the shake away from his voice, "I know you can be perfect for me, angel."
He keeps you assured as his hand dips down between your legs now. Taking careful caution to pull your panties to the side.
Exposing your dripping cunt to the world.
"You're so gorgeous." He whispers, letting his fingers glide across your arousal-soaked folds. Letting the pads of his fingers press gently against your precious bundle of nerves, causing you to shiver against him.
"Michaelâhoney~" you moan softly, letting yourself be loud.
"Pretty pussy's eager for me, hm?" He whispers, his fingers pulling apart your folds for only a second, "so wet for me."
He leaves a gentle kiss against your shoulder before he helps you position yourself correctly.
"Ready, my love?" He asks, giving a groan as his tip catches on your entrance, "You feel ready, but I gotta know you're ready."
You nod quickly, your hands finding their place on his shoulders, holding tight.
With the confirmation, he gives a final laugh before indulging in exactly what he wanted.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckâŠthank you~" He moans breathlessly, his head immediately lulling back as your velvety walls wrap around him. Knocking any sense of composure he had.
"So warmâŠso fuckin' warm." He whispers soft praise as he tries to leave a soft peck on your face, "You're so pretty. So perfectâŠthank youâŠ"
"What are you thanking me for, honey?" you giggle, giving him a gentle peck.
"Don'tâcauseâ" He can't get anything out it seems, "âPerfect."
That just makes you chuckle more, "HmâŠyou're perfect too."
Another peck, "Perfect strong hands holding my hips, perfect cock filling me so full."
Your lips trail down to his neck again, leaving tiny kisses.
To which he responds by squeezing your hips roughly. A cute noise of protest wringing itself from his throat.
"Hm?" You ask softly.
"Can'tâŠdo thatâŠ" He whimpers, "It's unfair."
"Ah, right." You nod.
Instead, he guides your lips right back to his, pulling you right in for a sticky, sweet kiss.
The rhythm sets itself immediately. His tongue pushes right against your lips. To which you eagerly let him in.
You let him explore your sweet mouth. Play with your loving tongue. Sweep around like he owned the place.
His soft gasps and sighs turn right to groans as you two continue. The quality of them raising right to the needy when you gently suck his tongue.
The clear desire in it is backed up when you feel him twitch inside of you.
Pulling away, you laugh softly. Your hand lifts to fix a messy strand of hair.
"You're so handsome." You whisper.
"How am I ever gonna last?" You say, giving a pout in your voice.
"mhhâŠ" He mumbles, "You can do it, angel."
His lips bless the soft skin of your neck as he speaks, "I know you can."
âŠOf course, you knew you couldâŠit was him that you were worried about.
Honestly, it's been a miracle he hasn't just finished already.
And while you were proud of that, it also felt like waiting for the pressure in a shaken can of pop to wellâŠpop.
As dramatic as that description soundedâŠit was nothing but true considering he was physically shaking in front of youâŠ
âŠin you?
Call that a human vibrator.
HA!
âŠ
Jokes aside, his head might actually explode if you don't do something.
So you know exactly what you needed to.
Your head falls back, with a sweet, soft moan as you shift your eyes into something far more pleading.
"MichealâŠ" You whine softly, "PleaseâŠI can'tâŠ"
The way his eyes widen at your plea could almost make you come for real. It's like your words threatened everything he's been doing. His face melted in even heavier worry and heat. The utter nerves rippling through him, so very present.
You could see him internally debate with himself.
Deciding whether to encourage you to continue this challenge, as a strong boyfriend wouldâŠ
âŠor give in to what you want.
Indulge in what you both need.
Though, despite his brain's continuous battle with itself, his hands seem to have no issue with making that decision for him.
You whine softly as his hands guide you to grind down onto him. Your own moving to grip his upper arms.
"Ahâthat means I can move then, right?" You ask so softly, like you were begging him to let you breathe.
The whine that responds to your plea is the only thing you needed (and were even gonna get) before your hips are rocking down onto him. Slightly sloppy, but just perfect for the moment.
The noises that tumble out of Michael's mouth next were almost pornographic in nature. Loud, shameless. Horribly vulgar with how it made you pussy clench in response.
The way his words slur as he tries to get a hold of himself, blabbing something to the extent of "hold on!" or "pleaseâwait!" even while his hands were guiding your hips to ride up and down on his thick, desperate cock, only working him up more.
Helping you mix your eager slick with his dribbling precum. Resulting in a creamy "shlick shlick shlick" filling the air around you.
"Ahâthank you, thank youâ" you whisper against his neck, trying to keep up with your insistent need to be filled up and emptied over and over.
The hands that were once guiding your hips rake their way backwards, his dull nails scratching all the way to your plush ass. Digging in and kneading it as if it would somehow relieve the tension in his body.
The sensation makes you whimper, just the feeling of him scratching marks into your skin makes you quiver around him.
And in response, his hips jerk up. Meeting your jittering bounces with fervor.
A speed that helps push you right over the edge. forcing your eyes to squeeze shut and your head nuzzling in his neck.
Then comes a gasp that hikes your hips high, shudders out of you, before your teeth sink into his soft, milky flesh. No longer the soft nibbling you were doing previouslyâŠbut an animalistic, mark-making bite.
All to stifle out the embarrassing way you came undone.
And in that act of selfishness, you feel Michael's body still, if only for a second. Before it goes faster than before.
"AHâŠhahhhhâahhhh~" His voice hoarsely cries, his hands gripping the soft flesh of your ass tightâŠ
You feel hot spurts of his cum paint the inside of your quivering cunt. Spasming in response to his vain attempt to continue thrusting up into you.
Words that sound similar to "I love you" tumble out of his mouth, as he squeezes your body, chasing you and keeping you put as you try to pull yourself away from him in overstimulation.
The struggle doesn't last long, however, as both of you almost collapse from the exhaustion that finally catches up to you.
Bated breath is the only thing that is left in the afterglow of both your orgasms. You're almost too lethargic to lift your head up. But somehow, you find the strength to.
As you do, you're hoping to meet your boyfriend's sweet gaze, but insteadâŠ
His head is lolling back, hanging like he's dead. Though unconvincingly, as his body gives off small jitters every so often. Letting you know he wasnât there just yet.
"Don't be dramaticâŠ" You can help but laugh as you place your head on his chest, "You only came onceâŠ"
âŠbut you don't get a response.
Wellâsave for a mutter you couldn't understand at all.
So you sigh and let your hands hold him, "You want me to run us a bath?"
And the only thing you could understand is a tiny, broken, "mhmâŠ"
There is a severe lack of FNAF 2 movie specific Michael Afton fics on here, It's actually a crime. I'm so in love with that weird creepy white man.
Speaking of...I really love creepy, off-putting Michael...but I couldn't fit it into this...so I hope you enjoyed pathetic, male failure Michael instead.
Yes, this took me like two months to write...it was for accuracy reasons not because I can't write smut. (I feel very awkward still, I gotta be in the zone) ((and even then I can't be serious))
anyways---
I creamed when I first locked eyes with him on that concerningly warm December night ; Lovesick by Laufey DID play - hunnithan
summary: Being stuck in a cabin up in the snowy mountains surrounded by your closest friends is somehow NOT a turn off for your boyfriend...Irene, help you all.
tags: Established relationship, PWP, slight repressed!Garroth (yummy), Soft!Fdom reader, Msub/switch Garroth, sex while others are sleeping in the same room, almost caught, F/M relationship, ficlet
CW!!: explicit content 18+ !!! MDNI !!! Semi-public sex, sex in a shared space, "don't get caught", exhibition kink(?), slight mention of sexual shame/repression (Garroth), sight power dynamics, P in V intercourse
length: 3.5k words !
"You're kidding me, Gar."
Your voice comes out in a soft, exasperated tone. Half-tired but mostly fed up.
Why? Well, one would naturally be grumpy after being dragged up to the snowy mountains to 'flip' a cabin with a few friendsâŠonly to have the boiler explode in their boyfriend's face and the lot of them getting attacked by wolves.
"I'm sorry! It's a natural response!" Garroth's voice is a strained whisper as he buries his head against the back of your neck, "Today has been very confusing!!"
You knew this was a bad idea from the start. You were hesitant about it from the very second your lovely boyfriend tried to rope you into it. But, like the weak woman you are, you let him convince you into coming.
There were so many more important things for you to be doing during these holiday times! You had gifts to buy, decorations to put up. But no. You're here, trapped in a dusty cabin, with the 'alpha', the witch, and the makeoverâŠ
âŠall said with love, of course. They are still your friends.
You just much rather spend your time doing things for yourself! As selfish as that sounds.
All you wanted was you, your decor, a nice movie, and your boyfriend on standby for extra muscleâŠ
But you should've known better than to want anything.
"That's not even how those work!" You whisper-shout back, "Adrenaline doesn't make you hornyâ"
You feel Garroth's hand cover your mouth before you can even finish the sentence. He hushes you quickly, "Hey! Not so loud, please?"
You can't help but roll your eyes before shaking his hand off, "How do you even get hard in a situation like thisâŠ"
You can't help but lift your head up to scan the room to make a point. Aaron was almost right next to you two, and Lucinda and Kim were only a few feet away. You look back at him, just to find his very reddened face hidden in the pillow.
"hormones? I don't knowâŠ" He pathetically retorts, "I mean, men can get it from firing gunsâŠ"
"Yeah, but that's cause they're psychopaths," you mumble, moving a little to readjust yourself, "You're not thatâŠ"
He hisses as you unintentionally back into him.
"âŠyou're just weird."
Exceedingly, as he isn't even half hard. Full erection in the build, folks. Though you really shouldn't be surprised, considering this is the guy who has to do something physical when he gets too emotionally stimulated. In a non-sexual wayâŠif you could believe. When you two got together, you found him swimming laps in the resort pool the next day.
Your attention focuses back onto the thick print of him against you. You can't help but bite your lip, thinking back to all the previous nights that started this exact way. Irene, how long had it been since you two had fucked?
YouâŠprobably shouldn't be thinking of that right nowâŠconsidering the company you pointed out just a moment before.
You clear your throat softly, "Seriously thoughâŠIf I were a guy, I think a place like this would totally kill my boner."
You turn to be greeted by his more than slightly displeased face, "It's not like I can control how I react, love."
"I thought that was exactly what y'all could doâŠ" You mumble, "Likeâyou'd just think of something unsexy and poof!"
"You're giving me too much credit."
"Nonsense! Hereâ let's try."
Despite his sour mood from before, he can't help but stifle a laugh at your insistence to be right.
"Baseball?"
"Strong startâŠI'm having flashbacks to summer baseball camp." He pretends to shiver.
"Or maybe, having to deal with your dad."
"Classic. Thinking of relatives." He muses.
"Being at a funeral."
"I guess we wouldn't want anything raising then, huh?" He tries joking.
"Boring business meetings you don't care for."
"spreadsheets? How sensual." He giggles.
"âŠOr maybe focus on the fact that we're surrounded by people who could wake up at any momentâŠ"
He doesn't seem to have a snarky reply to that one; in fact, as you speak, you feel a faint twitch from your poor boyfriend's cock.
"Garroth."
"âŠYes?"
"Was I imagining that?"
"âŠ"
His lack of response truly told you everything you needed to know in the moment. Still thoughâŠ
Your sweet boyfriend. The one who screeches like a banshee whenever someone barges into your shared room. Who refused to have sex when Laurence or, Irene forbid, Zane was home during the day. Who insisted on locks for said bedroom for 'privacy'âŠwas getting off on the idea of having sex with people in the room.
How scandalous!
You try your best to stifle a laugh as you speak again, "Did that boiler explosion fry your brain?"
He just groans against your skin, "It was just a curve ball, I can't control when that happens!"
"You so can! I read an article!" You hit back.
"What article?" He says, exasperated.
"AnâŠarticle! That I can't pull up now because there's no cell service in this godsforsaken place!"
He just shakes his head, "Besides, you were backing up into me at the moment! So it's probably your fault!"
"So now you're blaming me?!"
"Noâyes?" He fumbles, "Your pajamas aren't the greatest barrierâŠand you're pressed all against me!"
"Irene forbid, I'm cold." You mutter softly, "But no. You can't just pretend you weren't interested in that idea! I felt it! Admit it!"
"No?" His voice is lingering in uncertainty, as if he didn't even believe that himself, "NotâŠwellâŠ"
You give him a less-than-amused face at his words.
"Don't look at me like that! It's justâŠ" His face reddens further as he tries to explain, "I mean, you just put the idea ofâŠWell, I don't knowâŠ"
"You do know." You retort.
"No, I don't know." He repeats, "AndâIt doesn't matter because it was nothing and we can forget about it now!"
And with that, he's turned the other way, leaving you without warmth.
There's a heavy silence between you two now. Not charged with any tension or angerâŠbut more of anâŠawkward silence?
You knew he wasn't frustrated with you for pushing. Garroth was many things, but he was not an angry man. In the many years of knowing him, you had rarely, if ever, seen him mad. So when he dismisses you in the moment, you know it wasn't because he was ticked off or disgruntledâŠno.
You knew it was shame.
You knew it because of the way he was faced away, head in the pillow, as if he was hiding himself.
You give a small sigh as you turn to spoon him, "GarâŠ" Your voice is light as your hand soothes down his side, "You know you don't have to be like that with me."
"I'm not being any way." He mumbles, his voice insecure. The meek attempt at combatance only makes you laugh a moment before you nuzzle against his neck.
"GarrothâŠ" You keep your voice low and light, only hinting at a sensual tone.
You can feel him stiffen at that. He was never really good with this kind of stuff. Sexual, that is. While he wasn't completely repressed, things that didn't fall into what people would usually label as 'vanilla' certainly turned him into the prude of a lifetime.
Especially if he's into it.
Like that time he went on a spree of incessant 'rants' about how ridiculous being rough during sex sounded; about how it was an insult to your partner and how "sex was supposed to be sweet and loving."
It was almost funny how quickly his tune changed when you offered to let him try it out with no judgment.
"Y'knowâŠit's not a bad thing." You whisper, your hand moving to trail down his chest, "I'm just surprised, is all."
You can feel him shiver softly as your nails gently scrape against his clothed abdomen, "Surprised about what? There's nothing to be surprised about."
It was almost cute how much he's denying this.
"Surprised about the fact that you wanna fuck me in front of everyone here," you whisper gently in his ear as your hand finds itself under the hem of his pjs, "Is that what you want, Gar?"
"[__]âŠ" He mumbles, moving to grab your wrist. His grip was barely there, if not nonexistent. Quite funny in contrast to his stern tone.
"C'monâŠ" you giggle gently, "I'll be so quiet?"
You hum as you slip past his grip and directly onto his print. You can't help but bite your lip as you sigh, "Irene, how long has it been since you fucked me, Gar?"
Your hand pumps slowly as you look back up to his face. He's bright red, and his eyes are barely up as he tries to speak. Any words, however, aren't coming easily.
"I personally think it would be so fun having your cock stuffed in me, pounding me slow and deepâŠwhile we're trying not to wake everyone up." You giggle, your finger circling around the head of his weeping dick. You can't help but moan in his ear as you watch him absolutely shut down at the barely there pleasure.
"Don't you want it too?" you ask innocently, tilting your head as he makes eye contact with you again. He nods his head wearily as he tries to grip your forearm; this time, however, it was for stability, not trying to stop you.
"You gotta say it though, Honey." You nod along, "You have to say you wanna fuck me in front of all our friends."
This makes Garroth let out a low whine, "Thatâthat please." He whispers, "I wanna fuck you here and now, and I don't wanna leave you till the morning."
"ThereâŠ" you whisper back, "Was that so hard to admit?"
You two shift again, Garroth moving you on top of him.
"You're bold." You tease, "Hardest position to explain away." Your hands move up, sliding your night gown above your thighs, pulling it back so he can see something special.
"Fuck me, love." He whispers, moving his hand to gently glide against your sex, "You didn't put on panties."
"Guilty." You hum, "It's not my fault commando is the move."
He rolls his eyes gently as he laughs, "Are you sure you weren't just anticipating this?"
"How dare you accuse me!" you say in mock offense, "Do you think I have the foresight to predict when you get a boner?"
He raises his eyebrows at that, "I wouldn't put it past your little bag of tricks."
"What great powers you think I have. Very useful," you deadpan as you move to pull out his neglected cock.
It slaps against his stomach almost obscenely. Irene, was that your favorite sight.
There were many benefits of dating Garroth Ro'meave. He was a loving, caring person. He cherished you like you were but a delicate flower in this humble world. He understood you and was especially patient with youâŠeven when you were being a hardass.
But one of the biggest perks (pun intended) was his little friend right here.
You bite your lip as you rub against the aching member under you. You loved how, even with a simple pussy-job, he was already spreading you open. You'd never had anyone with girth like his, and quite frankly, you don't think you could ever go back.
His hands grip against your hips tight, his head falling back in frustration, "Can you justâŠy'know?"
That makes you laugh, "You're really impatient for someone who didn't want to admit this five seconds ago."
"Shut up." He whispers, scooting you up a bit so your rubbing hits the tip of him. You have such a shit eating grin as you give him what he wants with no warning at all.
"Fuck!â" He groans loudly as his fingers make indents into the flesh of your thighs. Your hand moves immediately to cover his mouth, your body bending in close to get up in his face.
"Shut the fuck up?" you whisper, "You are really bad at this."
"Your fault." He mumbles against his hand.
"Again with the blaming." You shake your head as you look around at your friends still in slumber, "You're so lucky they sleep like logs."
"You're impossible." He moans, grinding up into you.
"You," you retort, your tone hiding the struggle in your voice. As many times as you two had danced this tango, you cannot, for the life of you, get used to his size. Call it the miracle of the human body or the fault of him not fucking you enough, but the stretch you feel now is just as satisfyingly harsh as the firstâŠor thirdâŠor even thirty-seventh time.
"Fucking hell, Garroth." You say breathlessly as you finally feel comfortable enough to move.
There was one thing that you really loved about this position, and it wasn't the fact that it was a surprisingly good quad workout. No, it was absolutely because you were the one who had all the authority.
Garroth's head tilts back with a sweet moan, low enough for just your ears. His hands don't know where to make their home, moving sporadically from gripping your thighs roughly to massaging your waist. It was funny, really, to see his fingers twitch with excess energy. Usually, they'd be busy keeping you in place as he pistoned into you with wild abandon, but now that you're the one in controlâŠwell, they're just useless.
"Here," you say softly, guiding his hands up and under your nightgown, lifting it in the process as you settle them on your chest.
"Fucking hellâŠ" He whispers, "You're just okay with being bare like that?"
You just laugh softly, your voice wavering as he starts kneading them gently, "Makes it more fun, right? The harder it is to explain, the bigger the risk?" You accentuate your words by grinding down on him.
His head falls back completely now, nodding mindlessly at the words spilling from your mouth. You're sure that at the moment, he's not actually absorbing anything you're saying.
The way he reacts makes your chest lighten. So you keep him nestled deep, choosing to grind it out, rather than bounce. The feeling of him filling you out was still overwhelming, despite thinking you were already properly stretched out. It felt great. The angle you were sitting settles the curve of his cock perfectly flush against that spongy spot inside you, making your already tired thighs quiver more and your pussy flutter around him. Evident to you now as he lets out a rather loud groan into the static air.
Immediately, your hand goes to cover his mouth.
"I fucking hate your pussy." He muffles against your hand, "s'not fair. You're not even moving, and I feel like I'm gonna explode."
"How the fuck do you think I feelâ" you cut yourself off when a particularly sharp grind makes you whimper.
"You're fairin' better th'n meâŠ" He says breathlessly, focusing back on your tits as he kneads them rougher, "Stopâsqueezing me s'tight."
You can't help but laugh at how much he's slurring his speech right now. Knowing that you're the reason he can't keep his words straight. The reason he's barely able to speak at all. That made you feel pride like nothing else. You keep at it, despite his complaints. Milking his cock the best you could while grinding.
"Oh shiiâiiiit." He whines, his face contorting wildly. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his head was moving to the side. You can feel how he twitches against your velvet walls. You feel how he's begging to come undone, without a single word. Simply looking up at you with his eyes brimming with unbridled lust.
And you were going to give that to himâŠ
You speed up your movement, leaning down to kiss him with sticky desire. Demanding him without any real words. You needed to feel his load deep inside your greedy cunt. To feel his groans of pleasure vibrating against your tongue. To know that you could make him see the heavens above.
"Gonnaâcome, comeâ" His words are frazzled, as if he was barely informing you as it's happening, "Come with meâplease? Needaâ"
His words are smothered out by the rustling of sheets to their left.
Fuck.
That sound filled your body with a rush of dread mixed with excitement. You two pause, whipping your heads over to the noise. Much to your horror, it was Aaron stirring. You two stay still, deer in headlights. Watching for any sudden or sporadicâ
Oh shit. His hand is looking for his phone.
Without much warning, or even care for that matter, you both rush to fix yourselves. You, going to shimmy your nightgown back on correctly, and Garroth is scrambling around for the long discarded blanket.
After what felt like forever, you two were finally back in your original position. Just in time to watch Aaron rise from his sleeping mat. He groans softly, looking down at the illuminating light of his phone.
"Still no signalâŠ" Aaron mutters quietly, continuing to tap the screen.
Clearly, he was still preoccupied with getting in contact with Aphmau. He'd been worried since they got there.
Though you're muddling, you feel someone start stirring again. A hand finds its way down your body, right past your messed-up gown and under to your soaked folds.
You suck in a sharp breath as you feel two digits push effortlessly inside.
"Garroth." You whisper in the smallest voice you could muster. Heat, both in anger and pleasure, is clear in your speech.
"I hate this eager cunt." He whispers again, his two fingers curling upwards as he gripes, "ThisâŠsloppy, inviting, warm cunt."
You should've known this would happen.
You shouldâve known not to poke the bear. âRuffle his feathersâ if you will.
To not start âthisâ when you knew there was a real chance of someone waking upâŠ
Cause you knew Garroth didn't come with an off switch.
"Garâ" Your words are cut off as his gags you, shoving his middle and ring in your mouth rather roughly. The length of them makes you almost gag. And then moan into them as his other hand starts pistoning in and out of you.
"I'm sorry." He whispers against your ear, his tone utterly shaky, almost wrecked, "I'm so sorry, love."
Then, without warning, he pulls out his fingers, leaving you emptyâŠnot for too long, however. As you feel the head of his cock settle back into you. Slow, dragging. Before finally nestling into you fully. His pelvis flush against your ass.
His head finds itself in the crook of your neck. Breathing in your scent deeply.
Soft, gentle "I love you's" litter the stagnant air around you. Thankfully muffled as his lips graze your skin.
His hand roughly finds your ass to knead as he grinds up into your pulsing cunt. Clearly, this little âdistractionâ isn't going to stop him from reaching orgasm.
Your head lolls to the side at the stimulation, moaning long against his fingers. Your eyes barely focused enough to make sure Aaron didn't suddenly turn your way.
It seems you're lucky thenâŠ
as he shuffles out of his sleeping bag and away from the groupâŠfar away.
And your lover seems to notice as well, finally ungagging you and shrugging the covers off at lightning speed. His other arm hooks under your thigh to lift it up and out of the way. Letting him finally pound deep and undisturbed.
"Fuck meâ" He whispers hoarsely, "I'm g'nna cum."
You whine in agreement, looking back at him with bleary eyes, nodding nonsensically.
"Pretty girlâ'm soooo sorry." He mumbles, letting his lips graze yours, "You're just too perfectâŠ" He finishes before catching your lips in a sloppy kiss.
The relief of the unadulterated thrusting brings you right back to the edge in no time.
That alone makes you want to unravel.
You feel yourself teetering...almost there...
When his other hand finds your puffy clit, immediately making tight circles over it.
Thatâs what does it.
You moan loudly into his mouth as you finally come. Your channel is fluttering dramatically around his cock as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
âŠand not long after, he's coming too. Not even bothering to attempt to pull out. Instead, he pushes himself as deep as he can. Letting his hot cum paint your cervix directly as he lets out a long, satisfied moan. Moving quickly to bite your shoulder, in a vain way to keep some semblance of quiet.
The noise gives way to both their heavy breathing. So loud it sounds like yelling in the silence of the room.
He lets his breath falter out before he sighs, moving to place tender kisses against your skin.
"'M sorry. S' sorry." He continues apologizing.
"You'reâŠfine, Garroth," you whisper back, half exasperated, wholly tired.
"Still." He whispers, "Got carried awayâŠ"
"Did you?" you joke lightly, earning a whine from the man.
"SoâŠ" You start, "How are we gonnaâŠ?"
"I'm staying inside." He assures.
"Excuse you?"
"I said I wasn't gonna leave til morning."
"âŠ"
I've been here the whole time. WDYM I haven't been active for 2 months? Anyway, if it wasn't obvious, this was supposed to be a kinktober entry...but that never happened lol. I have like another 2-3 that are also half baked. Not because I lost interest but because of school getting in the way. We'll see if I post them (I will I just suck at writing smut --i get embarrassed while writing it--)
I FUCKING LOVE GARROTH. I WANT TO CHEW HIM UP LIKE A PIECE OF PLASTIC *aumph mrpf crunch*
and one thing I love more than him is a man that's REPRESSED. I need to write him WORSE.
Y'all all have Laurence, I can have the big buff himbo blond that could actually tear me in half.
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Can you please please please write for Monique and Bobby Pinn x reader literally anything please
forgive me father, for I haven't touched my inbox in so long. I unfortunately have the object permanence of a literally newborn. HERE IS MONIQUE I'M SORRY!!!!!
Itinerary
pairing: Monique x GN!reader
summary: Out on a vacation! Must you bring plans A through Z???
tags: Established relationship (married hehehe), honeymoon, Monique being a type-a darling, reader loves it, still they comfort her about it, reader is a type-b bastard, Monique comforts YOU, mutual comfort ig, ficlet, GN!reader, fluff
CW!!: none!!!
"Honey, could you please hurry yourself just a bit..?" Monique's voice rang from the other side of the hotel room.
The two of you had decided on taking a 'little trip' to a beach resort out in Mexico for a 'relaxing' honeymoon after making the financially sound decision to elope.
Just a simple court house wedding and a dinner with a few friends of course. While the concept of a big wedding was a desire, you both understood that it wasn't really in either of your fashions or budget.
âŠInstead, you two chose to allocate all the money you would've spent on a singular night to fund a pretty epic vacation.
Marriage had always been something both of you had wanted. You, because you loved the idea of the sanctity of marriage, in OR out of a church setting. To legally/spiritually devote yourself to someone because you love them so much was something you could only imagine in fairytalesâŠbut when you had met Monique in your attic, you realized that it wasn't just fiction.
And for MoniqueâŠit was for the tax benefits.
NOW!! She obviously adored you and wanted to keep you as an asset in her life foreverâŠbut man, does the concept of the extra tax credits and deductibles make her swoon. because with that extra savings from joint filing, she could invest that money into bigger and better things. Savings, retirementâŠspoiling you.
The IRS was her proverbial oyster!!
âŠas long as she didn't commit tax fraud, of course.
"Don't worry Moni!" you give a small dismissive laugh as you focus back onto the mirror in front of you, "The beach isn't going anywhereâŠ"
"We're not just going to the beach." She reminds, "We've got that show and the tourânot to mention the dinner and drinks we have to go through!! Look! I have a whole schedule planned!"
You can't help but bust out laughing, leaning out to look at her, already ready and sitting on the bed. In her hand was a binder, presumably filled with that meticulously planned timetable.
"Did you really create a whole itinerary for this?"
You knew it was a dumb question the moment you spoke it. Obviously she did.
Monique was the stereotypical Type-A personality archetype. She had a plan for a plan and a backup plan for both. So obviously, you weren't surprised that she was ready with a binders worth of plans, you were simply amused at her predictability.
You move to sit with her, your hand lowering the binder for her.
"You know I love your readiness," You start softly.
"I do."
"But I also love when you relax~" your face moves to nuzzle against her neck quickly.
"This helps me relaxâŠ" She pouts as she kreens her neck at your tickles.
"easing your worry and relaxing are not the same thing." You remind.
"Since when?"
"Since forever?" You retort as you knock on the thick binder. Looking down, you almost huff in amusement.
"Honey, what do you even have in here?" Your hand moves to flip open the book on her lap, "We're only gonna stay for a week!"
She looks away before speaking, "Y'know normal things likeâŠour return plane tickets printed out, our important documents and photo copies of them, what to do in case of: guides, listed numbers of the local authorities and the US embassy, emergency contacts, a checklist of everything we packed so when we leave we won't accidentally forget anything, and price break down of all the tours, amenities, and food we can take advantage of to get our moneys worth."
"Jesus."
âŠis all you really had to say in retaliation. Your hand flips further, "Did you plan out what you were gonna eat, too?" You start to joke before landing upon a page titled, âBang for my Buckâ which compiled what you could presume are the most expensive meals at the resort. Honestly, you should've known better than to even kid around.
"I love the dedication?" You attempt to assure her.
She just gives a sigh as she falls back into the bed, "I'm a failure."
"What?! No?" You laugh as you fall right next to her.
"I am," She mumbles, "I said that I'd be more 'adventurous' and lessâŠwell, me during this trip."
"I mean, you kinda are." You move the itinerary in front of your face again, "Scuba diving? Who are you?" You say lightheartedly.
She gives a soft laugh at that, "I mean the other thing."
"What? The over-planning?"
She just gives a groan as she turns away in shame.
"Hey, I'm not saying it's a bad thing at all," Your arms wrap around her from behind, "I know I joke about the fact that you have such a meticulous way of beingâŠbut that's also why I love you, y'know? You think of things I couldn't have even imagined being a possibility. You keep my head straight."
She hums softly at that.
"Honestly, I don't know how you deal with me sometimes." You admit in a mumble, "I'm always going with the flow and getting into things headfirst without thinking through the repercussionsâI'm forgetful! You've said it before that if my head weren't attached to my body, I'd forget it."
Now she's laughing, "You can beâŠair headed sometimesâŠ"
You just nod gently, a smile on your face.
"ButâŠthat's also what I love about you," Monique says softly, "You can just relax even when you have work piled up or somewhere to be in an hour. If something doesn't go how you planned you don't just shut down like I doâŠ"
Her hand finds yours to hold it tight, "You can just shrug it off and go from there. You're adaptable. Flexible. You'reâŠwhat makes me realize I don't have to be on edge all the time. You show me that I can lean back and let life work sometimesâŠin generalâŠnot right now." She looks up to the binder above you two.
You can't help but chuckle, "Yeah? I guess I do!"
"Just so you knowâŠI'm not bothered by the planner," you assure, "I just want to request that you try to relax while we're doing the things and not worry about being 'on schedule'âŠ"
"âŠyeah, I can do that." She smiles back at you.
"Great! I was really hoping we wouldn't have to lug that thing around." You get up quickly.
She just rolls her eyes at you as she tugs you to the door, "C'mon, those mimosas are waiting for usâŠ"
"Yes!" You smile, moving to walk out of the room, before you stop again, "Wait! Hold on!"
You zoom back to the bed, flipping through the binder to grab something, "I'm gonna need this!" You walk quickly back to Monique, showing off your passport.
"Why exactly are you gonna need that..?" She reluctantly asks.
"I lost my ID like a month ago, so I've been using this instead." You explain.
"your⊠driver's license." She clarifies.
You just simply shrug, "Yeah!"
She closes her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, "I'm not gonna worry about the fact that you've been driving without a license for the past few weeksâŠjust hand it over, I'll keep it safe."
"Okay!" You smile
"OkayâŠand remind me to make you a DMV appointment when we get backâŠ"
"Yes, ma'am!"
so I did a thing. Procrastination suck! Writers block SUCKS! I SUCK! YOU'LL SUCKâ
I'm excited for kinktober (no promises) - Hunnithan
summary: First you're held up in your friends apartment, and now you have to call out of work?! you just GOTTA give sloppy to this man.
tags: reader is in the same(ish) situation as Ava, reader is nonchalant (heh), Noi is sent to spy on her, cue getting caught, banter banter, reader is low-key a freak, and like kinda hates men (except the submissive ones, cue hornplay (yes WE rock with the trope), then, of course, head, kiss at the end cause Noi is sweet (muah muah), submissive male, dominant female, strangers to lovers, F/M relationship, there is a tiny bit of plot...
You hadnât planned on staying at Avaâs apartment for the foreseeable futureâŠbut you hadnât been given a choice when you were dragged in and gagged by what seems to be a group of weirdos dressed up.
âYouâre telling me that youâll kill me if I donât stay here?â You deadpan as you stare directly at the group of men who have you held up in an embarrassing position in the middle of the living room.
The one holding a knife to your throat chuckles from behind you, âThatâs what the prince saysâŠâ He shrugs, a smile on his face.
Youâre unimpressed with his smug demeanor. âI think he should be doing this himselfâŠbut then again, I know âroyaltyâ loves getting their hands dirty.â You utter sarcastically.
The one in dark blue seems to be eyeing you suspiciously, âYouâre taking this surprisingly well.â
âWhat? Having a blade to my neck or a guy flush against me? Either way, itâs nothing I'm not used to.âÂ
That coaxes a shy gasp from the orange one to the side. You had noted that heâs been looking at you since you got here. Most likely because you were being the center of attention, but still, He looks at you like heâs just a bystanderâŠdespite him clearly being a part of this little group.
âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â The guy behind you speaks.
âOh, calm down, it'sâŠâ You start with a rebuttal, but the words die on your tongue, âWell, it means exactly what you thinkâbut stillâŠâ
This earns a chuckle from him and a grunt of anger from the supposed prince in front of you.
âSo what is your decision, harlot!!â
âFirst of all, who still says? and secondlyâIâll comply with your demandsâŠjustâŠpass me my phone, will you?â You motion your head to your purse on the floor.
The request seems to confuse the group, all of them looking to one another as if looking for a lifeline. You just shake your head before you twist out of the green one's grasp, and duck down to fish out your phone from the bag.
âGive me some privacy, yeah? Business and all.â You wave them off before walking away.
You leave the group stunned by your little âtrickâ.
âSheâs not exactly like the other sorceress,â Rhys mutters.
âYeah, no kidding, she got out of that like it was nothing.â Leif laughs
âDidnât you hear her, Leif?? Sheâs been in these situations before!â Noi pipes up, âImagine how many times sheâs had to get out of tight bonds!! That must be her specialty!!â
Leif snorts loudly at what he said, which only causes Asch to grumble, âreal mature.â
Noi gasps as he hears the other daemon continue laughing, âDoes that not scare you?! She must be experienced with espionage, or even daemons! What if sheâs a hunter!!â
âThose arenâtââ Rhys speaks up, only to be interrupted.
âYeah, what if?â Leif smiles widely, grabbing Noi by the shoulder, âI think you should figure it out.â
âWhatâs that supposed toââ
âNo, Mark, I know.â You speak into the phone, âYeah, I know itâs unorthodox, but Iâm telling you, my grandma is threatening to divorce my grandpa again, and no one is available for mediation.â
You were really grasping at straws here. Anything would sound better than the truth: âOh, Iâm being held hostage by a bunch of guys in cosplay and they wonât let me leave.â Like anyone would believe that.
âYes, this counts as a family emergencyâŠdo you think I have the time to go through divorce proceedings and then have to get to know my new step-grandparents? Theyâll die before I even memorize their birthdays.â You cover your face in frustration.
âYou really think Iâd rather watch two old people argue instead of doing my job?â You scoff, âOkay, never mind, donât answer thatâbut Iâm being seriousâŠâ
You pace around the room as you argue. If you were being honest, you didnât like the fact that you were letting these assholes hold you back from leaving, but you still recall how the cold metal felt against your neck; that blade was realâŠand you could tell that that green one was real blood thirsty.
âI mean, I can still manage the social media from here, Iâm just not able to film contentâif you want, you could try your hand at that, and I can edit.â You sigh into the phone, âOr we can pull a Nutter Butter and make our fans think weâre going insane.â
You nod as your boss speaks, âNo? Thought soâwell thatâs what Iâm offering. If not, I have a few drafts on my phone. I can milk that? I have a few ideasâŠâ
âYeah?â You pipe up, âCoolâokay. Thank you, Mark, Iâll try to leave as fast as I canâkisses!! All love!!â
With a final click, you sigh. You hadnât even SEEN Ava yet, but when you do, you will most certainly have a talk about stranger danger. You expected her to be cautious about all of that, considering sheâs as antisocial as a desert tortoise.
But for nowâŠ
âI see you.â
A squeak comes from under the stand behind you, before a bump and an âowâ follow. You scoff before moving to drag the man from under the table, âWhat did I say about privacy?â You state immediately, looking down at the pathetic man in front of you.
âH-hold on! Iâm sorry!â
Your eyebrows furrow at the immediate submissionâŠIt wasnât unwelcomeâŠjust unexpected. You tug at him again, making him yelp.
âIâm sorry! They told me to come to keep an eye on you. I didnât wannaââ
âWhat is wrong with you?â
The man flickers an eye open to look at you, âw-what?â
âWhy are you like this?â you ask.
âUhâyou have me in your binds!â He says, âYouâre scary.â
HeâsâŠblunt. Scary? Youâre not scaryâŠyou wish you were scary enough to keep men away from you.
âI only have you by the wrist.â You mutter, âYouâre definitely strong enough toââ
You take a long look at him now. His eyes are wide in fear, his already pale features devoid of any pink tint. The skin around your palm is warm and buzzingâŠheâs shivering. He probably wasâŠbut he clearly doesnât have the mental strength to do anythingâŠ
You liked that.
âYupâI have you under my binds.â You say casually, âWhat should I do with youâŠâ
He gives a pleading whine, which only makes you smile on the inside.
You wouldnât say you had a thing for submissive menâŠbut you couldn't say you didnât. Lord only knows most of your hookups werenât exactly that âalpha maleâ type that most of your other friends fawned over. God. Just thinking about it now gives you a headache. If you had to listen through another 5-minute synopsis of omegaverse content that was just SUPER-misogyny wrapped in bad science, youâd do these assholesâ job for them. That being saidâŠ
âMaybe if you release me, Iâll consider sparing you.â
âNo wait! I canât..â He says.
âThen I guess Iâll just keep you hereâŠâ
âPlease!â
âOne or the otherâŠtime ticking. Choose before I do it for you.â
He looks like he's weighing both of the options in his head. His eyes go back and forth for a moment before he puffs his cheeks out and squeezes his eyes shut. Was he�
Heâs turning purple.
âWhoa, wait!â You quickly fall to your knees and grab his face. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of his cheeks as his eyes open back to look at you, âWhat the hell are you doing!?â
â...holding my breath so I would go out nobly," he mutters. His voice muffled from the constriction on his cheeks.
You just shake your head, âFirst of all, thatâs not even possible. Youâd pass out before ever even getting close to actually killing yourself.â
He looks down as if he were disappointed about that fact.
âSecondly, I was kidding. I'm not gonna kill you,â you speak, concerned that he believes you.
âYou wonât?â
âNoâŠâ You say slowly, âItâsâŠnot in my cultureâŠâ
He gives a sigh of relief before muttering to himself, âHumans are passiveâŠâ
You squeeze his cheeks harder, which makes him squealâŠheâs one to talk.
âThat doesnât mean Iâm not gonna do nothing,â you whisper, leaning closer to him.Â
His pupils are quivering at your statement, âW-what are you gonna do?â
You turn your head to whisper in his ear, âI know exactly how to make you writheâŠâ You can feel the shiver radiate from his body, which is the reaction you expectedâŠbut this time it seems to be in a completely different context.
âButâŠâ Your voice lilts sweetly, pulling back to look at him. âI wonât do anythingâŠif you give me a little informationâŠâ
âAnything!! Iâll give you anything!â
Hehehheheh.
You clear your throat, âI need your names. I need to know where Ava is.â
His voice comes out before you could even finish speaking, âThe one that was holding you is Leif. The Prince is Asch. The one in dark blue is Rhys. That big silent one is PierceâŠand Iâm NoiâŠâ
It was baffling to you why these guys would let him come alongâŠconsidering how easily he gave in to your demands.
âŠ
Not like you were complaining.
âAs for our prisonerâŠSheâs passed out in her chambers!â
That figuresâŠAva is a pretty heavy sleeper. It makes sense why she could sleep through all the noise of them interrogating you. This was goodâŠbut you donât seem satisfied with your investigationâŠ
Rolling your fingers gently against his surprisingly soft skin, you examine him further. He has fragile eyes, as if they were true amber like their color. Despite this, heâs not an open book like you expected. His pupils were clouded inâŠwell, probably fear at the moment, which you still donât understand; but somehow that made you enjoy this more.
âŠThere was definitely something wrong with you, but can a girl catch a break? Being held hostage was hard. And you quite enjoyed his type. You indulged in men getting knocked down a peg (and getting pegged), so this was something to savor. He wasnât horribly rude like that prince of hisâŠnor domineering like that Leif guy. Not to mention the strong, silent type or the demeaning smart one. Those four seemed like the exact men that made you want to bang your head against the window while your friend spoke about those dreaded books of hers. Not so much because you were a hater, but because you couldnât fathom falling for the superiority that they carried. In fiction or in the real world.
Now, Noi here? Simple and compliant.
It was what you looked for in a man (if you ever even bothered). It made you feel almost okay with the idea of getting into a relationship.
You blink back into focus. His expression is a mix of worry and fear, and still, heâs looking up at you with his brow slightly knitted and his cheeks flushed. Itâs almost insane to you how heâs still letting you keep him here. No command; as if he was patiently waiting for one.
âŠyou need to check your period tracker. Youâre definitely going into your ovulation week.
âWhatâs the deal with these anywayâŠâ You mumble, moving your other hand to touch those silly horns, âItâs really a choice to do a kidnapping in such a recognizableââ
As your finger glides down the front of the orange cylinder, you can see him wince, his lip quivering subtly. Though at the moment, youâre more concerned with the texture you feel.
âThese feel expensive! What theâŠâ You let your fingers glide up and down again. These feel like real horns. You really doubt that someone willing to kidnap two girls could ball out for a realistic accessory like this for a stupid cosplay.
Finally, you feel him grab the wrist of the hand that was examining the horn, âPleaseâŠâ Itâs quieter than before, but even more desperate-sounding.
His grip was firm. Which made another part of you jumpâŠ
If there was something you liked more than a submissive man⊠It's a submissive man who can fight back.
âExcuse me?â You mumble softly.
âTheyâreâŠreally sensitiveâŠâ He looks away.
âŠ
What should you be more concerned about? The fact that he was acting like these things were really attached to himâŠOr the fact that you were EXTREMELY turned on by thisâŠ
âYou have feeling in them.â You state. That sounds even weirder out loud than in your head. This is insane.Â
âYeahâŠâ He says gently.
Before you can stop yourself, you grasp the horns at the base.
His breath hitches before a whimpering noise comes from his throat, âAhâ!â
âHoly shit,â you speak, pulling your hand back quickly.
He was red, it's a pretty shade against his pale skin. His eyes tear slightly as he looks up at you. Oh, stop it right now.
âI just saidââ He sounded like he was trying to reprimand you. But the quality in which he spoke held no conviction; instead, it lingered with a pleading tone as if he was secretly asking for more.
âSorry??â You say in a bemused yell, âI wasnâtâŠ.I thought you were lying!â
His lip quivered, âJustâno more, please?â His words were fuzzy from the action. God, he must be so sensitive.
âI wonât!â you assure.
He shakes out the stress in his body, giving a soft sigh, âI knew you were a hunter, but I didnât think you would stoop so low.â
..?
âWhat?â
âYou donât justâŠThat foul play.â
Foul? To whom?
âAnd what exactly is so wrong?â You ask, stepping back into that imposing persona. Youâre assuming that if you keep your ground, heâll fold.
He bites his lip gently, âItâs just unfair. Youâre making it easier to take me down.â
âYou think I wanna take you down?â You lean back in, âIâve already said itâs not in my culture.â
âHow can I know youâre not lying?â He challenges.
âYou said it yourself,â You nod gently, âHumans are passive.â
He holds his stare, as if trying to convince you he doesnât believe you.
âIâm hurtâŠdo I seem aggressive?â Your voice falls back into a sweet lilt, trying to get more assuring and convincing than stone strong. Are you trying to figure out what he was? Yeah. Are you still getting entertainment out of it? Yes!Â
You lean into him again, tilting your head as your gaze falls from his eyes to his lips.
âNoâŠâ
âIâm gladâŠâ your head dips down under his chin, nudging his head up, âIâm just curiousâŠâ
He stiffened at that, but let his head tilt with your suggestion, âOfâŠwhat exactly?â
âOf what you are.â You admit. Your lips graze gently against his skin, âIf it werenât obviousâŠIâve never met a human with horns.â
You smile gently as you feel him jump at your lips.Â
Youâre getting into your zone. This is playing out similarly to what youâre used to. Youâll have to try to restrain yourselfâŠno matter how much you want to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on his milky neckâŠ
âIâm not human!â He speaks.
You lift your head, âYouâre not?â You ask, feigning surprise.
âNoâŠIâmâŠâ
You can tell heâs trying to think through whether or not to tell you the truth, âIâmâŠa daemon.â
âDemon?â You whisper, âThat canât beâŠyouâre too sweet.â
Your hand goes to his mouth to lift up his upper lip, exposing the sharp canine you noted earlier, âAlthoughâŠyou have the features.â
âDaemon.â He corrects.
âDaemon.â You repeat, nodding your head, âAnd youâre here for?â
He shakes his head, âI canât sayâŠâ
âYou canât?â You pout gently.
âI canât.â
âThatâs awful.â You whisper, âYou donât trust me?â
He shakes his head, âNo maâam! Itâs not that!â
You smile subtly, âThen what is it?â
âI justâuh..â
You dip back down near his ear, falling just below it, âThat makes me sadâŠyou choose me to kidnap and you canât even bother telling me your evil plan.â
âItâs not evil!â
âIâm sureâŠâ You laugh, âIâm justâŠmaking funâŠâÂ
God, you couldnât help but place a gentle kiss below his ear. Him calling you maâam definitely tipped your composure. You hear a gasp from his lips. That exact reaction makes you continue the trail of kisses, âThat must be so mean of me.â
âN-no maâam!â He assures immediately.
âYou can handle a bit of teasing?â You ask softly, the next kiss lingers on his skin for longer than the rest. You are pushing itâŠ
He just nods at that, leaning his head back to let you continue.
âThank you, baby.â You praise.
Slowly, your kisses guide themselves up to his jaw. It takes a moment before youâre hovering over his lips. You know well youâre not gonna go there just yetâŠinsteadâ
âTheyâre real?â You ask again.
âHuhâ?â Your question snaps Noi out of the daze that you struck him with before.
Instead of clarifying your question, the pads of your fingers simply move up to his horns and swipe at them again. He hisses, his head shooting down to look at the ground. That doesnât stop you as you continue your petting.
âHow exactly are you stimulated by these?â You mutter gently, âItâs as if I were to touch my nails or hairâŠI would get no feeling.â As you speak, you scrape your long nail down the length of one of them, which causes Noi to whimper softly in response.
âTheyâre acting like an erogenous zoneâŠâ You say, âWhich is weird considering that would only technically work if I were to grab them here.â With your words, you wrap both your hands around each of the horns.
âO-oh godââ Noi utters as he quickly covers his mouth with his hands.
âItâs more than sensitive then.â You laugh gently at that, swiping up fully across the length as you pull away.Â
He shivers before finding his voice again, âWas that necessary?â
âYou said you could handle a bit of teasing.â You smile.
He doesnât say anything else to that; he looks away, embarrassed. His shyness just makes you smile wider. You lean in gently, guiding his head towards you again, âIâm sorryâŠâ
His eyes simply quiver at your words, âYour definition of teasing certainly isn't mine.â
âWell, what would you define it asâŠ?â You thumb his bottom lip gently.
He reddens more as he speaks, âWellâŠuhmââ
You can tell he canât think of anything to rebut with. That certainly intrigued you. Was he just too shy? Or did he not have experience?
âI shouldnât bother you with that.â You say gently, âBack on topicâŠI can let go of getting an answer. Iâll play along with your demands.â
He lights up almost instantly, âYou will??â
You nod, âI will. I just have a few myself.â
He deflates at that, obviously bummed that you wouldnât just play along without anything in return, âWhat would that be?â
âOne. You will not physically harm me or my other prisoner without reasonable cause. Two. We will have full rights and liberties that my fellow prisoner and I assigned together. Three. no torture.â Your list is quick and to the point; youâre not even sure if you covered all your bases correctly, considering you don't even know why they have you trapped here.
âI thinkâŠâ Noi mumbles gently, âThatâll be do-able.â
âGreat.â You sigh, âAnd here I thought I would have to do something far worse to convince you.â
He makes a squeak of embarrassment, âAre your methods of convincing always forward?â
âNot always,â you think before giggling, âBut itâs not my fault theyâre the best way to convince someone like youâŠand besides, you donât mind, do you?â
He shakes his head gently.
âGood,â you whisper, moving back close to place a kiss against his jaw, âHow about I reward you for being soâŠhow do I put itâagreeable?â
He gives a soft sigh, leaning into the touch, his head nodding subtly at the suggestion. You hum as your lips trail back down to his neck. You debate on keeping your mouth up north. But as your eyes wander down lower, you could already see the straining bottom underneath.
You shouldnât laughâŠafter all, youâve figured out he is quite sensitive, and you, for one, have not been light in your pursuit. StillâŠ
Your hand wanders down slowly; your touch so light youâd most certainly imagine it away if it werenât right in front of you. It finds itself right at home. At first, itâs a gentle press; you need to see how he reacts.
Youâre greeted with a tiny hiss. Your lips on his neck can feel how his skin tenses lightly. And then how his throat bobs as your hand moves in waves against the clothed length.
âIs this okay?â You ask gently. A half-whine finds its way to your ears as you continue your motion. You could pull away to ask for verbal confirmationâŠbut you figured that would just be mean.
âThank you for being so sweet to me, NoiâŠâ You use his name for the first time since youâve met him. You think the praise coming from the person servicing him would do wonders for his self-esteem. You knew it would do it for yourself.
âSweet, sweet boy.â You mumble as you move back up to his jaw. For the moment, youâre content feeding off the gentle noises heâs giving you. They were just loud enough for your ears, but not so much so that they would alert the others. Though youâre not entirely sure theyâd come to helpâŠconsidering they sent him to deal with you. Lord only knows HE would never volunteer willingly.
You are quite grateful for their pressureâŠ
âYou wanna help me get these silly pants off of you?â You whisper against his lips, making sure not to lean too close. You donât want to kiss him just yet. It doesnât feel right.
He nods urgently, his hands lift up the front flap of his top. Shakily and with little care, he undid the knot in the string of his pants.
âThank you so much. I can do the rest.â You hand grips his, gently pushing them away. Just as promised, your hand slides down below the waistband of his pants, gently scraping against the sensitive skin of his thigh as you try to find what youâre looking for.
It doesnât take you long to pull out what youâve been playing with.
âYouâre a sight.â You chuckle softly, adjusting his pants to let it stand undisturbed. It wasnât that desperate red you were expecting, but this was far better. Actually, it was quite normal for all intents and purposes. You werenât exactly sure what you imagined being in its place, but it wasnât something so human.Â
It was the nicest dick youâve ever seen.
It was pale, pretty. The head matched the blushing pink dusted on his cheeks. He was uncut, you werenât sure if that was surprising or notâŠIt was smooth and beautifully curved. Not too thick, but definitely satisfyingly longâŠwhich wasnât a hard thing to be. There was light pre-cum at the tip, shining nicely in the lighting of the room.
The pads of your fingers glide against the underside of him, making him release a loud whine. You respond by wrapping your hand around fully and placing your thumb gently against his slit.
âCan you stay quiet for me?â You ask softly.
He only answers you with a pathetic noise from his throat. You knew well he wouldnât keep the promise, but it was just so fun to ask.
Slowly, your hand moves up and down. You keep eye contact with him for a moment before bending down to slowly dribble out just a bit of saliva to keep your hand movements friction-free. You can hear his breath hitch as the warm liquid hits his head.
As your hand keeps him busy, you continue watching his face intently. You watch how he bites his lip, how his eyes squint, and how his eyebrows furrow. That in itself was almost orgasmic. He was trying so hard.
âYouâre so perfect..â
Was that considered love-bombing? Or do sweet nothings over sex not count?
âThank you.â He whines gently, his eyes trying to stay focused on your face. You could see how his pupils were wide. Blown out because of the attention you were giving him. The fact that you knew he was feeling good was making this far better. You almost donât notice your hand speeding up as you both engage in this staring contest of sorts.Â
His whimpers and moans grow louder. And now you could only imagine how loud he would be if your lips were around him.
Thereâs only really one way to find out now, isn't there?
âHey! Whatâ! Haah~â His voice pitches as your lips wrap around the tip of his pretty cock. Your tongue greets his weeping slit with a kiss before pulling up again, ââm sorryâŠâ You whisper as you move down to litter kisses against his underside, âI couldnât help myselfâŠâ
âYouâreâfine!â He whines as your tongue licks him from base to tip before wrapping around him again.
His head falls back, a string of what you could only imagine to be words in his native tongue bounce out of his mouth and onto the walls of the room. You couldnât think too much about it at the moment, as you were far too focused on the perfect cock in your mouth.
God, it was even nice to suck on.
You didnât have much of an oral fixation; usually, any oral would be handled by the man during any of your hookups. But god, you could suck this one for hours. Itâs carved perfectly into your mouth. It wasnât too thick to be uncomfortable, and the way he's reactingâŠ
The moment you got sloppier, he was far more vocal. The way his cock twitched in your mouth as you slurped back up all of the drool spilling from your mouth. How you could feel it twitch at the sound of you gaggingâŠyou could cum just from the knowledge he was enjoying this so much.
âMaâamâcanâtâŠâ He whispers in a sweet plea, âahhâplease~ I wannaââ
His hands respectfully sit on his thighs, gripping the orange fabric tightly as he announces heâs close.
âCan I cum? pleeeaseâIâve been sooo good. I need aâ please!â
You move your hands to hold his, squeezing them for reassurance. Hopefully, he understands your intention.
It doesnât take him long to get the signal, as you feel his release hit the back of your throat. It was polite, just like he was. Not dramatic or over the top, like how he came with a string of thank yous and his hands squeezing yours tight.
You let him ride the wave till youâre sure heâs completely done. Swiftly, you move your eyes to meet him. The utter lovestruck gaze youâre met with could topple over empires.
Was the head really that good?
âAre you okay?â You ask gently, tilting your head.
He barely nods, a smile forming on his face, âCan I ask for something?â
âAnything.â You say simply.
I mean, you just sucked him off, what could possibly be crazier?
âCan I get a kiss, please?â
âŠ
Even after all that, heâs still asking for permission for something so simple?Â
You smile softly before meeting him for a well-deserved kiss.
I wanted to make the reader way more misandrist but there was no means to justify it considering Noi is very compliant. *siggghhh* maybe next time. Besides that I love MID I forgot it was actually kind of funny. I wanna write for the rest of them low-key but I have no clue what to write for them (YES that includes Ava don't pmo) ((YOU yes YOU will smash))
anyways this took forever because I'm but a humble servant to my procrastination - hunnithan
