#I will recognize voices a lot faster than faces

[ikol-art]

It's insane to me how in fiction you have characters not recognizing the voice of someone important to them, because I will literally be in the car listening to a radio ad and go 'oh that's the voice of Logan from the dutch dub of Big Time Rush, a series I haven't watched in about 6 years'... you're telling me mister main character does not recognize the voice of their best friend/sibling/nemesis??? Wack

[mariasont]

Ideas From a Book - A.H

a/n: im writing what i want !!!!!!!!!!!!! i have a gun kink SUE ME !!! if you don't like it don't read it !!!!!!!

anyhow HAPPY READING

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pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: in which hotch comes home to find you reading and finds out you have a gun kink

warnings: 18+ MDNI, a lot going on here yall idk, gun going in ur vag, reader loves smut she's just like me fr, gun kink!, dirty talk, established relationship, yada yada

wc: 2.3k

When Hotch returned home from work, the ritual he had was comforting in its predictability: shedding his coat and shoes, setting down his briefcase, and locking up his gun. Then, he'd find you, as he always did, nestled into the couch, book in hand. 

It was something he could count on, as reliable as the sun rising in the morning. Your bookshelf was a spectrum of genres--science fiction, poetry, mystery, historical, fantasy--name it, you've likely read it. Among these, he had noticed a trend--your favoritism for romance. It was fitting, as you've always been an ardent believer in fairytales and happy endings. It was a belief he intended to uphold, a fairytale ending he was set on creating for you. 

The book you held today had a cover he didn't recognize. He cleared his throat, announcing his arrival. Your eyes met his in an instant, and he was struck anew by just how pretty you are. Effortlessly so. He told you as much, though you seldom accepted the compliment. 

"Hi, handsome," you said, infusing your words with honey as you folded the corner of your page and laid the book aside. Spencer would scold you for that. "How was work?"

A shrug rolled off his shoulders, fingers working to loosen the tie that felt like a noose after a long day. Stepping further into the living room, he sighed, "Heavy with paperwork."

"That's no fun," you said, lips curving into a delicate pout. 

It was an invitation he couldn't ignore. Leaning in, his hands found your face, and as your lips met, you giggled, pulling back just enough to study his face, the harsh lines under his eyes, reading the fatigue on his features like a well-thumbed novel. 

"What are you reading?" he questioned, easing down next to you, the couch dipping to his weight. 

You dodged his eyes, fingers absently fidgeting with your earlobe as you gave him a half-smile, tilting the book just enough so he couldn't catch the title.  

"Just some romance book," you admitted, with a slight uptick in your voice. "Garcia recommended it."

He regarded you with a contemplative frown. Normally, a book you would have gone on for hours, detailing every character, plot twist, and subplot, dissecting its layers and intricacies in exhaustive detail. 

Aaron watched as you placed the book on the side table, movements deliberate. You positioned yourself across his lip, a seemingly innocent distraction. It almost worked. Your soft thighs sinking into his calloused hands, as if they were crafted just for him. He recognized your ploy, though, giving your leg a squeeze a little tighter than necessary. 

You leaned in, your breath tinged with the minty traces of your afternoon tea, a detail as intimate as any secret shared between lovers. He nipped at your lip, a gentle diversion, as his hand crept towards the book.

You wriggled in his hold, vying to get there first, but he was faster. Much faster at that, although you loved to challenge him on that. He secretly loved when you did. He loved you. 

"What are you doing?" Your voice was rising in a panicked pitch. You stretched your hand out, trying to reclaim it, but he kept it just beyond reach.

Aaron's arm formed a band around you, effectively pinning your arms to your torso while you writhed within his grasp. A groan was stifled in his throat. "Quit that."

You smiled, a hint of tease in the curve of your lips and stilled. You were acutely aware of the effect you had on him, and it was a feat achieved with little effort. 

"Why are you being so secretive about this?"

He nodded to the book. The cover was unassuming, black with a smattering of designs that sprawled across it. It looked like any other book you read.

"I'm not being secretive," you insisted, deliberately avoiding his probing gaze. "You're just being nosy."

"Oh, am I?" He couldn't help but laugh, nose crinkling as he dismissed the notion with a shake of his head.

You nodded, not saying anything in response. He thumbed through the book, opening it to a random page.

"Wait--," you pleaded, but his attention was already glued to the ink. You wrapped yourself around him, your face buried in the folds of his crisp dress shirt as you murmured into the fabric, "please don't."

His arm shifted from your waist to cradle the back of your neck. "Gasping at the cool metal of the gun running across my belly, I want him press it into my panties."

Your breath caught, warmth flooding your cheeks as you pressed your face deeper into his chest. "Aaron, stop."

But he didn't, of course, he was far too intrigued.

"Parting my legs, I roll into the metal. He runs it back and forth across my pussy, wetting it against the barrel to my entrance," He continued, wetting the pad of his thumb as he turned the page, eyes meeting yours. 

He cocked an eyebrow as if waiting for your response. You didn't give him one, huffing a sigh as you plucked the book from his hands and flung it onto the cushions of the couch.

"Are you...into this?" He articulated each word with deliberate slowness, as if navigating a minefield. "This is a little intense."

You groan, tucking your chin down to your chest as you fought against the tingling sensation clawing up your spine.

"I don't know." The words tumbled out in a murmur, a feeble shield against the embarrassment flooding your senses.

It was the truth. You didn't know. Ink on a page was a far cry from reality. Nonetheless, your recent daydreams were filled with images of Aaron with his gun. God, forbid you see him on duty.

He shifted you off his lap, and you felt the corners of your mouth turn downward involuntarily. You watched his retreating figure vanish down the hall, your thoughts racing at breakneck speed, gripped by the fear that you had scared him off, that this was his tipping point.

The welling tears were poised to fall, but they paused as he came back into view. Holding his gun.

Your breath halted, a knot forming in your throat as you clumsily rose to your knees on the couch, your eyes wide and transfixed on him.

You watched, more like ogled, as he methodically removed the magazine, opening the action and ejecting the cartridges of the gun, putting the safety into place. Your throat felt dry. His advance towards you was predatory, a slow march that rekindled a well-known flutter in your stomach.

"Aaron?"

He stepped in front of you, the firearm dangling loosely at his side. You gazed up at him, peering through the shelter of your lashes.

"Do you want me to fuck you with this?"

You knew you said you didn't know if this was something you were into, yet here you were, retracting every syllable. Suddenly so incredibly turned on it almost hurt.

You nodded vigorously, your enthusiasm outpacing your self-awareness.

The look he gave you was one you recognized instantly, eliciting yet another soft pout before you gave in. "Yes, please, Aaron."

"Good girl," he said, making your heart skip a beat as he pressed the nose of the gun into your chest, forcing you backward. "Always so good for me."

You nodded again, even though there was no need to, but you weren't really focused on his words. You were focused on the gun pressing into your body, imagining it pressed against your clit, up your pussy.

"You're sure, um," you managed, trying to catch your breath, pausing in the middle of your sentence to clear your throat, "that all the safety stuff is on?"

You sounded dumb, you were aware, but all intellectual thoughts were out the window.

He let out a deep chuckle, the sound sending another wave of desire straight to your core. "Yes, baby, all of the safety stuff is on."

"Okay, good."

He pressed his lips to yours, the gun still flush against your chest, now grazing your nipple as you arched into him.

He pulled back only enough to speak into your mouth. "What's your safe word?"

"Mercy."

He hummed in response, fingers threading through your hair as he pushed the barrel of the gun down your stomach. You froze, a subtle gap forming between your lips as your eyes remained locked on the motion.

He brought his mouth to your ear, nipping at the skin lightly as he pushed the metal further down your body, lifting the hem of your shirt with it. You gasped at the feeling, pulling your bottom lip through your teeth as you tried to hide just how affected you were.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." It was immediate. Without hesitation.

He kissed your lips, gentle and unhurried, as if he was savoring the sensation, like he thought I might crumble under too much pressure. He might be right.

"Take these off."

His gun pressed against the waistband of your shorts. You didn't waste a second, lifting your hips and shimmying out of the fabric. A sound of approval vibrated from his throat, his fingers entwining in your hair, gently drawing your face closer to his.

"Are you sure about this?"

A nod came naturally, followed by a yes breathed out like a prayer, as your eyes trailed down to in between your thighs where the gun was now sitting. 

"Aaron, I need it."

"Oh, you need it, huh?" He tsked his tongue, running the nose of the gun over your clothed heat. "I can tell."

You let out a sharp gasp, bucking your hips into the device as you met his eyes, willing him to keep going. You had never been more turned on in your life. His hand moved from your neck to the small of your waist, pinning you in place. With one hand. Fuck.

He laid the gun beside your hip on the couch in order to pull your panties off. You squirmed at the rush of cold air encompassing between your thighs. His eyes were glued to your pussy, tongue darting out to swipe across his lips.

"Christ sweetheart," he hissed, sliding one finger through your slit, showing you the moisture you had produced. "Needy girl."

"Aaron, please." You needed something inside of you.

He laughed, at your expense, but you didn't care, concentrated on his hand grabbing the Glock and repeating the action his finger just did.

You choked out a sound, stuttering against the touch. He in a merciful mood apparently, pushing the gun slowly into your sopping cunt. You were writhing against it, your mouth parted as you tried to get used to the foreign object.

"You okay?" He asked, pausing his motions, giving you a second to adjust.

You swallowed; gaze drawn down to where he was sliding the gun into you. You bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Yes."

"You can take it," he said, but the way the firearm was stretching you made you unsure.

It wasn't the size necessarily, but the way the groves and magazine were cramming into you was making hold your breath, which him being him he noticed immediately.

His hand rested gently against the pouch of your stomach. "Breathe."

The pent-up breath escaped your lips, and he rewarded you by sinking the gun further into your pussy. You fingers wrapped around his biceps, the tips digging slightly into the constellation of freckled skin.

One final thrust and it was fully in you. You could feel every groove and contour of it, cunt clenching and unclenching at the sensation. 

"Look at you," he drawled, beginning to fuck you with it. It transcended the prose of any book, a sensation that no array of printed words could fully capture. "You like that?"

Nodding was your only recourse, mouth hanging pathetically open as you moaned and whined. You were in a daze-like state, every sound and motion involuntary.

"This is the Glock 17," he explained, thrusting the gun faster, causing you to tighten your hands around his neck, bringing him so close his words were melting into your skin. "It feeds from a staggered-column magazine that has a 17-round capacity. It sends 115 gr bullets downrange at about 1200 feet per second."

You could feel your arousal leaking to your thighs, coating his forearm in the process, but that would never stop him.

"This gun has taken the lives of nineteen unsubs."

You know this should make you coil away, that it should feel wrong somehow, but all you felt was that growing tightness in your core, your legs shaking, your chest rising and falling at a more rapid pace.

"You don't even care, do you? All you care about is getting yourself off." His chuckles wove through his words, and his motions didn't falter, intent of ushering you to your peak. "My dirty girl."

You were so close, the edges of the gun managing to hit every spot just right.

"Come on, honey."

Fuck. You let out another strangled gasp, way louder than intended as your back arched like a string of a bow, and then suddenly you released.

A prism of colors exploded behind your squeezed eyes. A collage of musical notes falling over your ears. Your whole body was being ignited as you gushed around the gun.

"Christ." His new favorite word as of late. He withdrew the weapon from you.

You let out a subdued hum, propping yourself on your elbows, your eyes lazily rising to meet his with a tender flutter.

"You're so pretty," he murmured, the compliment settling on you like dew on morning flowers. Your gaze caught the gun, now bathed in a liquid gloss, cradled in his hands.

"Oh my god," you said, hand covering your mouth.

He laughed softly, placing it on the coffee table before his lips brushed against yours, a soft and measured caress that belied his previous urgency.

"You might need a new one," you said sheepishly, heat creeping into your ears as he pressed another soft kiss to your cheek.

"Absolutely not," he murmured into your flushed skin. "It just became my gun of choice."

You were going to give him the best head of his life.

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna

[hotyanderedaddies]

Hello mate

Would you ever be interested in writing something for a yandere Pirate x (navy) Admiral male reader?

Yandere Pirate Boards Your Ship for His Treasure

[Yandere! Pirate x GN! Admiral! Reader]

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You're an admiral on one of the Navy's most prestigious ships, and you were on a mission to deliver some precious cargo back to your country. Said cargo was traded goods, including gold and precious gemstones.

Word had gotten out regarding what your ship would be transporting, hence, your crew was on high alert for any pirates that might try to come and take it.

You were at the wheel of the ship when the bell from the lookout post started to ring. "Pirates!" the lookout shouted, altering you to the potential danger.

You grabbed your binoculars and tried to look out over the water for a sign of any pirate ship, but the thick fog helped to shield the lingering threat. Unfortunately, once the fog cleared enough for you to see, it was too late.

The pirate ship was dangerously close, enough for the pirate crew to start tossing ropes on board to your ship, some of them hopping on board to start attacking.

But that wasn't what made your heart drop.

You vaguely recognized the name on the side of the pirate ship: The Blackheart.

It was the ship belonging to one of the most infamous pirates on the Seven Seas, a dangerous pirate who went by the moniker "Daddy", and who was always successful when it came to taking whatever he wanted.

"Fuck," you spat under your breath.

The commotion happened so quickly that you didn't even have time to grab your weapon and help defend your ship, until the door to the steering room was kicked open and in walked Daddy.

The tall pirate had a joyful expression on his face, and he smiled widely as he looked over at you.

"Well, well," he said with a chuckle, "if it isn't Admiral Y/N. You know, I've been following your ship quite a while now, and I wasn't sure I'd get the chance to board. But as fate would have it, here I am."

"Yeah, here you are," you spat, "now leave!"

You tried to grab your sword, but Daddy was a lot faster than you, and he snatched it out from your reach.

"Not so fast, Darling," he laughed. "You see, I'm not goin' nowhere without my treasure." He crossed his strong arms in front of himself and waited, expectantly

From the opened door, you could see Daddy's crew rallying yours on the deck, having easily defeated them. They were starting to tie them up and you began to fear the worst.

Of course you had a mission, but you believed that your true duty was ensure your crew members' safety as opposed to some gold coins and shiny rocks.

"Fine," you relented, your shoulders falling. "Just let my crew go."

Daddy puffed out his chest with pride and stalked closer to you, completely towering over you with his intimidating bulk. "Oh?" he teased. "Are you givin' up already, Admiral?"

You scowled, avoiding his eyes.

"Just take your treasure and go," you muttered, clenching your fists angrily.

"Gladly," Daddy exclaimed.

Daddy stalked even closer to you and quickly tossed you over his broad shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

"W-wait!" you cried out, confused. "What?"

"Don't act so surprised, my treasure," Daddy chuckled as he carried you out of the steering room and over to the edge of your ship. With one mighty leap, he brought you onto his ship, and stalked over to the room on the deck that was without a doubt the captain's quarters.

Daddy kicked this door open too, revealing a tiny room with a double-sized bed. There was a singular nightstand beside the bed and on it was... a small picture frame with a picture of you in it.

You looked up at the pirate with confusion written all over your face.

Daddy only chuckled in response, closing the door shut behind you two.

"Oh, Darling," Daddy said in his deep voice, "I've been following you across the seas for a long time now. I've been so desperate to get my treasure, and now that I finally have it, I'm never letting it go..."

[heartysworld]

Your Beauty Never Scared Me || Lucien x Reader

Your relationship with your future mother-in-law was not bad, but you knew she likes to keep her distance most of the time. You turned the corner of the big hallway, finding yourself in front of Lucien's chambers. His mother was outside, pacing in front of the doors. Tears were streaming down her face.

"My Lady, what is happening?" You asked worriedly.

"Oh Gods, they have ruined my boy, my beautiful boy." She sobbed sitting down on a chair, hands covering her face.

"Who and what have they done? Is Lucien okay?" You asked once again, kneeling before her shaking form.

"His brothers, they attacked Lucien on his way back from the training field. I am yet to seen him, all I was told is that the healer has been called and nobody is allowed in. I heard his screams, my boy was tearing the skies, his voice was full of so much pain." She said.

Your heart clenched at the thought of Lucien being attacked and injured. The situation in court wasn't the best but you never expected for it to go this bad. You could only hope that Lucien would be okay, that's all you cared about.

You and the youngest son of Autumn are about to be wed in less than a moon. Your father, one of Lord Beron's most trusted advisors, had long ago noticed your fondness of the red-haired Prince, and after a long discussion with the High Lord and his Council it was decided, you two were to be married. Lucien was happy, you were as well. After a long agonizing few hours of waiting in front of the door, the Lady of Autumn was finally allowed in. You couldn't hear much from the inside but one particular loud scream scared your soul away, making your heart beat even faster than it did before. What had they done to him?

Time passed before the wooden doors creaked open again. Slowly, her ladyship slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her back.

"Is he in a lot of pain? Will he be okay?" You asked with a worried expression.

"Listen, Y/N... what you're about to see... Nobody would blame you if you decide to annul the marriage proposal." She said making your heart stop, your face went completely pale.

"What... what are you talking about? I would never! I love Lucien I would never do such thing!" You exclaimed. You felt offended that anyone would ever think this way of you. Have your signs of affection not been enough.

"Listen, dear..." She started again but you couldn't listen to her any longer, you just wanted to see your fiancé.

Walking past her, you headed for the doors, pushing them open. You were met with complete darkness. The curtains were drawn, the door to the balcony was also closed. It felt more like a cave than a room.

"Who's there? Y/N?" A voice rasped from the darkness. You immediately recognized it as Lucien's.

You took a few steps closer to one of the windows, reaching for the blinds to pull them apart.

"No! Don't you dare!" Lucien hissed.

"Lucien, love, what happened?" You asked with concern, heading to his bed as you sat down on its edge. In the darkness, your hand managed to find his, giving it a light squeeze.

"I think you should leave, Y/N. I can't bear seeing the look on your face when you catch sight of what I've become." Lucien said, his voice raspy from all the screams he had let out not long ago.

"No... Lucien, I am not leaving, not now, not ever. Whatever happened, I am ready to endure it by your side. I am to be your wife, I will never leave you. Please, my love, let me see." You whispered. His desperation made you feel even worse, to think you'd leave him just like this.

You felt him move around in the bed. The only light in the room was coming from the opened door. Lucien slowly raised up his upper body, the lonely stream of light falling right on his face. What you saw made your eyes water like a waterfall, your hands went over your mouth while tears started falling down your cheeks.

His left eye was gone, the entire half of his face being covered in bandages that went all the way up into his hair down to his chin.

"I don't expect you to still want to give yourself to me." Lucien said, his hand never letting go of yours regardless of his words.

"Lucien, no, look at me," you said, when his head remained lowered you repeated your words, "look at me, Lucien!" You raised your voice.

Slowly his gaze met yours, his healthy eye was teary, ready to release its tears.

"I've loved you for so long, my love. Nothing could ever make me detest you, your looks are the least of my worries. You're the one I want to call my husband, the one whose children I want to carry and whose life I want to share. We will get through this together. I need you to speak to me, about everything, whatever you're feeling I want to know about it. That's the only way we could be able to handle every challenge fate throws at us." You said. Your free hand slowly laid on his cheek, feeling the coldness of his skin.

The two of you spent hours in his chambers, at one point he asked you to lay in bed with him. You nestled safely in his embrace, careful not to touch his face. The entire day was spent in bed, talking, you were even able to make him laugh twice, which made your heart flutter. A few kisses were exchanged as well, at the time night had fallen, Lucien was already asleep against your chest while you combed your hands through his beautiful white hair. He looked so peaceful when sleeping.

A quiet knock was heard, followed by the doors opening. The healer from earlier stood at the entrance of the room, a bag in his hand.

"It is time for me to change the Prince's bandages, my lady." The old man whispered.

You nodded slowly. With your hand on Lucien's back, you softly shook him awake, a quiet groan escaping from his mouth. He never liked being woken up.

"My love, it's time to clean your wounds. The healer is here, you must get up." You whispered against his forehead.

His body tensed when your words sank in. There was no way he could make you leave, you were going to see how damaged he was.

"It's okay, hey, I love you. I love you a lot." You said, cupping his cheek softly.

He nodded, slowly rising from the bed in a sitting position.

You followed the healer's every move, trying to memorize the process as much as possible so that whenever it was needed you could take care of your future husband as well.

It was nothing complicated, after a few tries you were confident in your skills and knowledge.

Lucien didn't complain, the opposite, he was actually glad that it was you who took over in taking care of him. He was always more comfortable in your presence and nothing could change that.

Years passed and your love for Lucien never disappeared, it became even stronger with each day. Drastic changes occured all around Prythian. Lucien was now the emissary of the Night Court, away from the wrath that used to rule his life. Beron was long dead, defeated by Eris after he tried to murder his mate as revenge.

Lucien still had his insecurities,but you spent every moment possible reminding him how much you loved him until every single ounce of doubt was gone from his mind.

You had recently given birth to your first child,a little girl who was the most precious angel ever. When Lucien held her for the first time you recognized the look on his face from that horrifying moment years ago. He was worried about his own daughter being repulsed by his appearance.

However, your little girl was all smiles and giggles. Whenever she was in her dad's arms she always wanted to look at his face, she was adorable and had him wrapped around her finger. You knew that your family would be fine,as long as there was love present.

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[jazzyoranges]

hey. i really like the fic about shapeshitfing!reader x wednesday. i was wondering if u could do thing and reader being absolute besties and playful with each other which makes wednesday annoyed and sorta jealous.

Best friends

Wednesday Addams x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Words: 1.4k

A/n: lowk shapeshifter!r is so fun to write, thanks for all the requests about her :) hopefully you like reading about her a lot because honestly i’m a little obsessed with this universe

Warnings(?): wednesday being wednesday, ooc wednesday, mentions of knives and blood

“Why are you adamant on annoying me.” Wednesday opens her door to you, whose rapidly knocking stops when the look on Wednesday’s face doesn’t give much room for explanation. But you love being defiant so you don’t really care

“Thing and I planned to go on a date today!”

The Addams looks behind her to see the appendage with the tiniest little crocheted messenger bag that was worn on his wrist like a bracelet. You can see Wednesday’s forehead wrinkle when Thing saunters over to your feet for you to put him on your shoulder, just as you’ve seen Wednesday do countless times before

“I asked Thing if he had any rings to wear and he said no, so naturally I’m going to treat him on a day out” The appendage taps excitedly on your shoulder, poking at your face to signal he wants to go

“And when did you plan this?”

“After we played tag, you wanna come with us?” You ask with a turn of your head

“Shopping isn’t my strongest suit. I’d only slow you two down.”

“We’ll be off doing hot girl things. I promise I’ll have him home before curfew, Miss Addams” You treat Wednesday like she’s a disapproving mother, when in reality she looks unfazed and honestly a little annoyed. You and Thing wave goodbye, leaving Wednesday with her own thoughts as her roommate is doing god knows what with her friends

Time alone could be good for Wednesday. She’s been around people far more than she preferred. With maybe an hour on her hands before someone interrupts her, Wednesday sits at her desk to write

Her fingers drum against her desk, a habit she picked up from Thing. The appendage you were taking out on a date. For gods sake, he was a hand! You asked a singular appendage out on a date. Not even a full human. A fucking hand. A hand that didn’t have a voice, yet you were still infatuated with him nonetheless

And maybe Wednesday is smart enough to recognize she’s feeling a little peeved over a hand. Maybe Wednesday is smart enough to know Thing does have a voice; a sassy one at that. Maybe Wednesday is coping with the fact you wanted to take Thing out more than someone you actively sought out and saw every day

And maybe you’re the reason why Wednesday had to buy a slightly bigger trash can for the more recent mistakes she’s been making during her writing time

You were a disease. You forced your way into everyone’s life, but somehow you always came out with more friends and acquaintances than you started with. It was annoying how unforgivably social you were.

Your dumb smile with your pearly white teeth. Wednesday’s tapping on her desk got a little faster

Your need to include everyone whether you knew them or not. It was why you were on a date with Thing in the first place

Your everlasting hunger to be around someone. Wednesday knew you didn’t like to be alone

Your voice that Wednesday knew so well.

…

Fuck.

“Hey, Wens!” Enid makes her presence known with a sing-song tone while placing her jacket on the coat hanger near the door

“Where’s Thing? It’s quiet in here” The blonde immediately notices

“He’s on a date,” There’s a small pause after Wednesday talks “with (Y/n).”

“(Y/n) took Thing on a date?”

“Correct.”

“How’s your writing going?” Enid peers over Wednesday’s shoulder to look at her once again, full trash can. Enid notices that happens a lot when you’re on Wednesday’s mind for some reason. The Addams glares at Enid when she makes another mistake, crumbling up the piece of paper while maintaining eye contact with her roommate

“Great.”

A beat of silence.

“…did you seriously get cucked by a hand?”

“Repeat such degenerate nonsense and I’ll be forced to make sure you never will.”

“I dunno, you’re looking a little jealous over there” Wednesday doesn’t have to turn around to hear the wolfish grin in Enid’s voice

“The urge to push a knife through your skull is an insatiable hunger that cannot be fed by anything that isn’t your blood.”

//-//

“Do you like this one? See look, the dragon is the ring!” You place the ring on Thing’s middle finger. The appendage shows his approval with another few taps

“Yes, it makes you look tough. You want another one?” He nods. Well, at least makes it look like he’s nodding. You grab a silver ring from the display, putting it on his thumb

“Will Enid like the rings?” Thing signs

“Everyone will love them, especially Enid. You running out on lotion?”

“Nope! How can I repay you?”

You pretend to think for a second

“If you delete Enid’s blackmail on me off of all her devices I’ll take you out again, free of charge” The employee at the front is probably wondering why your back is turned to her while you’re whispering into your hands

Thing holds a thumbs-up and you take the two rings off his fingers and put them on the check out counter along with a few other little trinkets you liked and stuff for your friends

A pink and white bracelet with charms you knew Enid would find cute, scale earrings that twinkled in the sun that Bianca would look stunning in, a bee pin that was too perfect for Eugene, and a black snake that curled into itself as ring for Wednesday

You only assumed Thing gave you a blank stare when the cashier said your price was a bit more than a hundred fifty dollars. Your mom would definitely chastise you for your spending issues, but that was a problem for another day. Your current problem was that you had to get Thing home by curfew like you promised

//-//

Thing might not want to take up your invitation on another date anytime soon.

Currently you’re turned into a bird with the appendage hanging on for dear life on your back as you carry the bag of items you bought in your beak. Thing pleaded you just run on the ground like any normal animal, but you promised you’d get him home by curfew. Running would’ve taken too long and your ass would get tired

So instead, you went for the skies without Thing’s approval

He might hate you now, honestly. In your defense, it was too late when he told you he had a fear of falling when you were above tree height

You asked if he wanted to sit in the bill of a pelican instead and you felt him pluck one of your feathers. Lucky for you both, Wednesday and Enid’s room wasn’t too far away

When you land on the balcony of their dorm, Thing hops off your back and apologizes for your now lost feather. You also apologize for not planning correctly and having him on your back with little to no safety

Enid looks a little confused when Thing starts to hug the bird that landed on her balcony, but she eventually figures out it’s you. The blonde looks away for a second and you’re already a cat desperately knocking against their circle window to be let in

You walk in like you own the place, and Wednesday checks the clock if you actually got Thing home by curfew

“With minutes left to spare, too.” Wednesday says. You smile proudly

You jump up onto Enid’s bed, bag still in mouth. You push it over so it’s parallel to the bed, digging your head in until you find what you need. The pink and white bracelet with charms you got from Jericho. Enid makes sure to ruffle your fur so much it starts to stick out until she pats it down. Thing makes sure to tell Enid all about his day

Grabbing your bag, you make your way towards Wednesday, who’s reading a book with a dark cover on her bed

You look through the bag again, but this time with the aforementioned snake ring in your mouth. You keep your tongue away from the ring as much as possible to stop you from getting your saliva on it

Of course you thought about your friends while on a date.

Wednesday reaches out her hand, taking the ring from your mouth. She places it on her left ring finger and it seems to be a snug fit. There’s a wordless thank you in Wednesday’s eyes when she uses the same hand to scratch under your chin, making you purr

The happy expression on your face and the way you lean into her touch makes Wednesday’s heart melt the tiniest bit.

You crawl into Wednesday’s lap as she reads her book. Every now and again you can feel the now cold ring against your skin, sending shivers down your spine

You end up spending the night with Wednesday’s lips against the back of your ear and her hand on your stomach. It wasn’t your fault you were a cuddly cat.

[starryeyedjanai]

counting the days till i'm coming home

lake monster steve fic steddie | Explicit | part 1 of 4 | read on ao3

The first time Eddie stumbles across the monster in Lover’s Lake is right after he fails senior year for the second time.

He doesn't know it’s the monster everyone talks about at first—because no one has ever really seen it.

People only talk about how there’s something in the lake, something that sometimes pulls people under, something that’s been there since before Eddie was even born.

He’s sitting at the edge of the lake—just watching it ripple, thinking about how he’s probably going to be stuck here, in Hawkins, for the rest of his life—when he sees something moving out of the corner of his eye.

His head snaps over to look—because for as long as he’s been coming out here to Rick’s, he’s never seen anyone in the lake.

But there’s someone in there now.

This guy, he’s almost ethereal looking—smooth tan skin, hair slicked back from the water.

“What are you doing in there?” he asks before he can stop himself.

The boy looks up at him, his eyes lighting up. He swims over to Eddie—he’s fast, probably faster than anyone on the swim team even.

“Hi,” he says after he stops a handful of feet in front of Eddie.

“Hi,” Eddie says, almost breathless.

He’s even more gorgeous up close, with his full mouth and doe eyes and moles dotting his face and neck and shoulders.

“What are you doing in there?” he asks again.

“What do you mean?” the boy asks.

“People say there’s a monster in the lake. You should be careful.”

A smile tugs at the boy’s mouth as he says, “People say a lot of things. But nothing’s ever happened to me when I swim here.”

Eddie nods. People say all kinds of shit, so he isn't surprised that the monster in Lover’s Lake is probably just a myth that got repeated too many times.

“I’m Eddie,” he says, wondering where this guy came from. He doesn't recognize him from school—he’d remember a face like that—so he must be visiting relatives or something over the summer.

“I’m Steve,” he says, drifting a little closer. “You should come in the water sometime. It’s nice.”

Eddie smiles. “Maybe sometime. Not exactly dressed for it right now though,” he says, a little ruefully, looking down at his jeans.

He kind of wishes he had the confidence to strip down to his briefs and dive into the water, feel its cool touch on his overly warm skin. He’s been sitting out here a while now—and now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember hearing a splash when Steve got into the water. He must have really been distracted by his thoughts.

Steve shrugs and wades back further into the lake. “I’m here all the time, so if you ever decide to come in, I’ll find you.”

Those words haunt Eddie after he leaves the lake, after watching Steve disappear under the surface and not seeing where he popped back up.

He sees Steve in his dreams that night, whispering the words I’ll find you over and over as he reaches out as if to touch Eddie, but the touch never lands on him. He spends the entire dream craving that touch, wanting it, but never getting it—just listening to him tell him he’ll find him.

He wakes up in a daze, thoughts only on the boy in the lake—his voice, his hair, the way his skin looked in the sunlight.

He slips a hand in his boxers and he isn't surprised to feel how wet he is. The dream was confusing and weird, but craving someone’s touch isn't new.

There have only ever been a handful of guys here in Hawkins that he’s been attracted to, but he’s always only ever crushed on them from afar. There’s no way he’d risk the wrath of some backwater jock by hitting on him.

There’s something alluring about Steve though, even though from what little Eddie’s seen of him probably suggests that he’s also a jock. But he’s not from here. There’s something about that that makes it less scary, thinking about approaching him, asking him if he wants to fool around.

Worst thing that could happen is that he gets the shit kicked out of him and can't go to Lover’s Lake for the rest of the summer. But Steve will be gone back to wherever he came from come September. A guy like him has probably got plans for college already neatly lined up, swimming scholarship or whatever sport he plays that makes him almost inhumanly fast in the water.

So he thinks about it as he touches himself. Thinks about going back to the lake and finding him there, waiting for Eddie.

I knew you’d come back, he’d say when Eddie dove into the lake.

Eddie imagines being brave enough to wade close enough to feel the heat of Steve's skin.

He’d say something like I came back for you or something equally as cheesy.

Eddie fucks two fingers into his cunt, the palm of his hand grinding against his dick as he thinks about Steve reaching out just like in his dream, but this time actually touching him.

He thinks he’d probably gasp at the first touch of Steve's fingers grazing his skin, touching his tits, thumbing at his nipples.

His breathing picks up as he thinks about Steve's hand slipping between his thighs, touching him like he’s touching himself now.

Maybe he’d spin him around and let him feel the expanse of his chest pressed against his back as he touches Eddie’s dick with deft fingers.

He’d press them tight together so Eddie could feel how hard he is for him, just for him.

Maybe he’d take him like that, right there in the lake for anyone walking by to see. He’d press inside him, stretching him out on his cock until Eddie's eye crossed from the pressure building inside him.

Maybe he’d turn Eddie's chin with his free hand and kiss him, slow and deep as he fucks into him from behind.

Eddie comes with his fist pressed against his mouth to keep the noises from spilling out as he clenches around his fingers, riding it out.

He sinks boneless into his sheets, still thinking about warm brown eyes and big hands all over his body.

chapter 2

[backmuscles21]

Let Them Stay

Tonowari x Reader x Ronal

Summary: You would've never thought that you'd see more Omatikaya on the shores of the reef, but before you stood Jake and his family. They sought refuge from your mates, you assured your mates about him. Now, you and Jake talk about how you disappeared and what had been going on before you were taken hostage by the one person you told Jake to protect you from.

Warnings: canon violence, past abuse, past sexual abuse, past violence, past torture, survivor guilt, coercion, hostage situations, panic attacks, abusive relationship, canon death.

You have sought protection from the Metkayina people long before Jake and his family ever did. Truth is you’ve been here for more than 15 years, and you've grown into the culture here. You have a family with people here, you were one of them. You found your mates here; this was where you were always meant to be.

So, on that fateful day, you heard ikrans in the sky, you felt a shiver run down your body.

What were forest Na'vi doing here?

You were out swimming with your kids, of course, they swam faster and got to the shore sooner. When you did get there, you stayed in the back, you wanted to be next to your mates but you’d get there eventually. It wasn’t till you heard the voice and Tonowari spoke his name.

You recognized that voice.

You worked with this person back with the RDA, you and Grace were lead researchers with the Omaticaya people.

What was he doing here? Why would an avatar be here and who was it exactly?

“We seek uturu.”

They were looking for refuge, why would they want that? If you recall, Neytiri would never leave home. He had a beautiful family, but why did they leave the rainforest? Ronal walked around looking at Jake’s kids, critiquing their bodies for being small and thin. Then she got to the older girl, Ronal grabbed her hand and saw the extra finger. Ronal thought of you, she wondered where you were and if you were both okay.

“These kids are not real Na’vi, they have demon blood.”

“Wait,” you said from the back of the crowd.

You pushed your way up front and looked the people in the eyes. Their eyes were wide, another Omaticaya Na’vi was already here.

“Jake?”

Jake looked at you, you were heavily pregnant, and he always wondered what had happened to you. It was like you fell off the face of the earth a while ago, he assumed you died during the battle.

“Why are you here?” You knew you were getting stares for speaking in English with Jake.

“People are coming after us.”

“Who?”

“Quaritch and others are back and in Na’vi bodies.”

You went rigid, not him anyone but him. You felt your body go cold and your head felt heavy, you felt exhausted and restless, you were having a panic attack. He can’t find you not again, you’re not going back.

“No,” you felt like you were screaming but it was barely a whisper.

“No?” Jake questioned.

“I won’t let him come back for me. He can’t come here. I won’t allow it.”

“He won’t ever come here. Please we just want to get away, we don’t want a war.”

“I’m not going back to being Quaritch’s bitch. I left for a reason. I have a family I can’t go back. I won’t let him take me back.”

“What are you talking about? What happened?”

“I didn’t know about home tree falling until Tonowari told me when he heard about it. I left before that even happened. Once I knew there was no way out, once I knew that Selfridge and Quaritch didn’t care and never would; I had to leave. I didn’t want to be there for all that death. So, I left. It was perfect timing, Miles was busy with orders and bulldozing the lands and blowing up home tree; I had a clear shot. He forgot to lock his bedroom door, so I forced a pilot to take a link station and my body and set me up. Then I came here and I met my mates and I have a family... No more orders, no more Quaritch.”

“What did Quaritch do to you?”

“A lot of things, rape me, beat me, degrade me. He made me stay, he knew I was in the avatar program and he controlled me that way. I had to leave; I couldn’t be his lap dog anymore. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when everything happened.”

“I don’t blame you for leaving.”

“How’s Grace?”

“She’s dead. Quaritch shot her when we tried to escape. They were going to send us back to earth and we got out.”

Your hand was on your mouth, one of your best friends was dead, you couldn’t believe it.

“We do have her daughter though,” Jake pointed back to Kiri.

Your eyes widened as you saw the striking resemblance, “you look so much like your mother.” You spoke in Na’vi and smiled down at her; her face lit up at that comment.

“Let them stay,” you said as you turned around to look at your mates.

“What were you saying to him?” Ronal asked.

“I know him from the place I was before. He’s a good person, a bit of an idiot, but a good man.”

Ronal smiled as she opened her arms for you, you smiled back and ran into her arms, snuggling under her chin. You loved getting to be with them, especially now when you're so close to having your baby, your body loved to be next to them.

“Then it is settled, Torok Makto and his family will stay with us,” Tonowari shouted.

You tried to help them with their stuff and Ronal wouldn’t let you out of her arms, you shouldn’t be doing that work anyway.

Later on, you went to visit Jake again, you wanted to catch up on what you missed out on. Both him and Neytiri would fill you in on everything that had happened.

“I’m glad to see you made it out safe, how’s Norm?”

“Norm’s good, he still links in most of the time,” Jake said.

“Are you still linking in?”

“No, when we tried to save Grace and put her permanently into her Na’vi body, I learned that it was possible to put my consciousness into my avatar and I did to be with Neytiri all the time.”

“Ronal did that for me, after we mated.”

“About that, are you with both of them?”

“Yeah, I am. Ronal said it wasn’t uncommon to have more than one mate. I quite like it. I also think it helps since they are both busy people and important to the clan, I will always have someone with me if the other is busy.”

Jake looked at Neytiri and she shook her head.

“Neytiri is too good for you to need another, Jake.”

“I wasn’t implying that I wanted another, just like the sound of no one being lonely.”

“What about Tsu’tey? How is he? Upset about not being Olo’eyktan?”

“He’s dead too. It happened during the big fight. He was shot down off his ikran.”

“Man, I really should’ve been there. I’m sorry I left and didn’t say anything.”

“Don’t worry about that, you did what you needed to. Trust me, we were okay without you. You getting out was more important than staying.”

“But I missed so much and so many people died.”

“Neytiri lost her father too.”

You looked at Neytiri, “Neytiri, I’m so sorry. If it’s any consolation I tried to get him to stop. I was closer to him than anyone else and he wasn’t ever going to give that fever dream up. I wanted so badly for him to stop; I never wanted a war. After a trip to the emergency room from how badly he beat me, I gave up and that’s when I knew I had to leave, that there was no point in trying.”

“It’s okay, you did what you had to do, no one blames you for leaving,” Jake said.

“But I do, I shouldn’t have left when you guys needed me. I could’ve helped, people may have lived if I was there instead of cowering off and pretending everything was okay.”

“I don’t think it would’ve changed much. By leaving it might have saved your life. Besides, after we won, we sent them all back to earth. We got rid of them. Not for long though, sky people will always return. The new RDA is worse, they know of me and what I’ve done. They know all the raids I’ve been leading to slow their progress. They know how dangerous Na’vi are, they weren’t taking any chances. They made the Recom soldiers and they beefed up security and the army pretty much run that place.”

“Makes sense, they aren’t taking any chances. I get that you want to keep your family safe I’d do the same. Even though the two kids we already have came from Ronal, Eywa has blessed me to finally have my own. We tried for such a long time; it just wasn’t my time. Now it is. However, those kids are my own and I’d kill to protect them.”

“I know the feeling and I know you are a tough son of a bitch. I’ve seen you take a lot.”

“If Quaritch is to come, promise me, you won’t let him take me back. I can’t go back; I can’t do it again.”

“Promise. Trust me, I want to kill the guy first anyway.”

“Not before I do.”

“Oh, you wish.”

But things never work out the way you want them to, because you were tied up on the railing of the boat. Quaritch knew who you were, he saw your face and knew exactly who you were. You had your baby a few months ago, you should’ve been with him but you left him in the care of your parents while you went out to help the kids. You saw them all chasing after that tulkan, you knew they’d be in danger, you had to help them, you were the only one around. So, you went after them and you knew right away you should’ve stayed with your baby, your mates would be so upset with you for leaving.

You struggled against the ties, you knew even if he let the kids go, he’d never let you out of his sights ever again. You just wanted to be in the arm of your mates, you knew this was going to be a terrible idea. Then over the sea line you saw a pack of skimwings, they were coming to save you and the kids. You could see your mates and Jake at the front leading them in, you wanted to be in their arms again.

Then Quaritch started to talk to Jake through his son’s throat comm, you understood what he was saying. You saw Jake looking through the scope of his rifle, trying to see who was there. You swore you could see your mates’ snarl; they were upset and angry, you shouldn’t have been here. You’d spend forever trying to make it up to them, if you made it out of this. You watched Jake swim closer to the ship, he was accepting Quaritch’s offer, you had a terrible feeling.

All hell broke loose.

The war you anticipated had started.

Bullets were flying all around, you saw the Metkayina warriors swim through the water and skewer people with their spears. You prayed that you’d make it out of here alive and get to your mates and your kids. All the soldiers were busy with the warriors and the tulkun on the ship that Neteyam had a perfect opening. He got onto the ship and cut you all free, you went into the water with Tuk, and you saw the two boys stay. It made you nervous but you had to get Tuk to safety, you had to get a spear and join your lovers.

You got onto a nearby skimwing and took you and Tuk to safety in the village, you went to leave again but at that point, the village elders wouldn’t let you. You fought with them, your mates were out there, your friends were out there, you were able-bodied, you could help. But you couldn’t leave, you would never make it back in time anyway because once you tried to sneak off, the warriors were coming back. You stayed there looking for your mates and when they got to the shore you ran up to them and hugged them. You held them as tightly as possible, you were scared, you didn’t want to go back, you couldn’t.

“What were you thinking? You left to help the kids? You should’ve stayed here where you were safe with our baby,” Tonowari said holding your face.

“I’m sorry. I saw them leave and I was the only one. I was so scared. I knew I shouldn’t have gone. That man that had us, I knew him before I came here. Jake promised I wouldn’t end up in his hands again. He was a bad man, he hurt me. I was scared for myself, you guys, our kids. I’m so sorry.”

“All that matters is everyone is safe. Let’s go see our kids,” Ronal said as she took your hand and kissed your head.

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶 I ain't looking for a lie to believe, my own'll do me fine 🎶

Strangerville’s saloon was in full swing. Men who were worried about feeding their families or women scared their men may never come home from California finally had a place to drown their worries or lose them in the high of a shared laugh. Where illegality and excess had amplified the spirit of drink a decade before, now palpable relief and struggle had taken its place.

In between pouring a never ending stream of whiskey and beer, Josephine watched the woman across the bar. She had thought that outselling her would be easy. She had been dismissive, gruff, and even downright rude; and if there was one thing that Jo had learned in New Orleans, it was that she could sell anything with a suggestive glance better than the disdain she often really felt. 

Only this woman made no effort to hide the ribs and insults she seemed to lay out like easy jokes. She would swoop down to tables, seemingly calling each and every patron by name, laughing roughly and loudly before bringing them one beer after another. Part of it infuriated Josephine, but another part wouldn’t let her tear her eyes away from her every move.

She seemed comfortable running the place entirely alone, throwing Josephine a wink in between customers as though to say: I’m going to win, city girl. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.

At the end of the night with the last drink served and the final stumbling patron seen to the door, Josephine and the woman sat at the bar, tallying their earnings. As Jo reached the end of her stack and set it on the counter, the woman was still counting. She finished with painfully slow fanfare and put the pile neatly beside Josephine’s. It was clearly and discernibly higher. “Well looks like we have a clear winner here, and we know what that means, don’t we?” 

Then she smiled in the same dismissive way that she had earlier that day, and moved her gaze to the stack of ones Jo had set down, “Not too shabby for a first night though. Most people in this town don’t trust a new face but you did better than I expected. And I’ll admit, the extra help was nice. A decade of sitting at home did nothing to temper these drunks, and I could use you around most nights.”

Jo straightened her spine and covered her eyes. Suddenly the job seemed like pity, the money nothing but a tether to a place she hated and people who had betrayed her. It wasn’t hers, and it certainly didn’t give her the sense of self or freedom she had expected to find. All the stacks told her was that she had lost. Lost to some tall and stocky woman at her own game in someone’s else’s bar in some fucking desert town she couldn’t even give a damn what the name was.

Her head swam and she started to separate from herself, to forget where she was or who she was. If she could feel her legs she would have stood to run, run to the edge of this town into the desert, away from this place and these people and all of these feelings…

“Jesus Christ, are you okay?” The words had come like static from a radio, from a voice she didn’t recognize or really care to please.

“What? I – I just,” Josephine stubbed out her cigarette straight on the bar as she gathered herself and turned to stand. Only she couldn’t, because she still couldn’t feel her legs or sense where she was, even as her pride and anger started to flood back to her flushed face. “I was just thinking on your offer. I’m afraid I can’t take it.”

The woman laughed, the sound shaking off the remaining clouds around Josephine’s head. “That sore of a loser, huh? Well that pride’ll earn their respect a lot faster than your pretty grins. Come back tomorrow night, we’ll go again. I’ll teach you a few names, see if we can tip the scales.”

Josephine looked up at her. By that point she could have moved to stand, walked back across town with her head held high and the secret of her loss hidden carefully away from the man waiting for her at home. Only there was no pity in the woman’s face, only a wry if good natured sense of superiority that Jo was more than familiar with from her own mirror; and up this close it was hard to deny that even with its hardened lines, there was a beauty to the woman’s face, so much so that Jo wanted to reach out to the hand extended to her even more.

As she did so the woman let her hand stay in Jo’s a moment longer than she expected. “Welcome aboard Miss Duplanchier. Now's as good a time as any to introduce myself. I’m Valcita. Valcita Grove. But you can call me Val.”

Then Jo realized that she was right. Her face was beautiful, the same way that the shadowless desert was beautiful in the full heat of the midday sun. Her heart beat faster as she imagined running into it again, not in fear this time, but in freedom, smiling as her world went up in flames behind her.

[fruitmins]

For You | yoongi

➭ summary: Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But he’s willing to let down his walls for you..

➭genre: oneshot, strangers to lovers, stripper reader, slowburn-ish, fluff

➭warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence & blood, tsundere-ish tbh, didnt check the spelling, yoongi is stalker-ish but that’s ok, daddy issues

➭note: don’t ask me why this takes place in winter💀 senior year of high school + writers block + I’m lazy. i like half of this and i hate half of this. omg yoongi going to the military I’m gonna cry & throw a fit

Yoongi put his cold hands in his pockets, small snowflakes falling from the sky as he stepped out of the dirty and vulgar parking lot. He ignored all of the horny thugs who were making out with hookers outside as he headed to the dimly lit building.

SEASAW

The word was lit on top of the building and for some unknown reason, Yoongi had been drawn to it for weeks. He knew there were better clubs than this one, and he’d most likely be seen and on some headline by the time he stepped in the door but tonight, he didn’t care.

His mind went back to the fight he had with his dad on the phone as he stepped through the door, some terribly made whiskey in mind.

A breeze washed over him as the door closed with a loud thud, it was at least a little warmer than the cold air outside. Yoongi glanced around taking in the symphony of multicolored lights illuminated the air, casting a vibrant palette across the dance floor. The room throbbed with an infectious energy, resonating with the beat of the music that reverberated through every corner.

Soon, his eyes found the bar, a couple of nicely dressed men sat at the stools. Without another thought, Yoongi strutted to a seat, leaving an empty space to separate himself and another man.

“Whiskey.” He said in a deep raspy voice despite how the woman working was already in the middle of making another drink.

“Yoongi!” A older sounding man suddenly called out of him, making his head turn to the man on the stool next to him. He recognized the man as one of his dad’s friend.

Perfect. He scoffed to himself, hoping his drink would came faster.

“Now what are you doing in a bar like this?” The man asked with a scratchy laugh, hitting his shoulder.

Yoongi tried to let out a small chuckle that ends up sounding dry. “Same as you.” He spoke, turning back to the bar when he hears the bartender loudly slam his drink on the counter.

He goes to take a large swig as the old man continues to chat and laugh with him, his reeking odor hitting his face as he turns to look back at him.

Behind the old man, Yoongi notices the dance floor. Bodies moved in sync with the rhythm, twisting and gyrating, surrendering themselves to the intoxicating melodies. But one soul figure seemed to catch everyone’s attention on stage.

Slowly, he started to tune out the annoying old man the more closely he watched. But unlike the other men in the bar, he watched with curiosity rather than lust. Your movements were elegant and graceful, your tight crop top and glittery skirt making every sway of your body seen.

Your hands played in your hair and caressed your body as your body moved, painting a mysterious story about you with help of the music. Your eyes closed and a bright warm smile on your face as if no one else was there.

Despite dancing in a shabby club probably to make ends meet, you were dancing as if this was your long time dream.

“Her?” The old man’s itchy voice suddenly came back to him, pointing to you on the stage. “That’s Y/N. She’s kinda a favorite here.” He said and this made Yoongi even more intrigued.

“Has she worked here long?” Yoongi asked glancing back at the old man as he nodded. “Almost a full year.” He said and everyone clapped and whistled as you suddenly came down from the stage with a warm smile.

Yoongi just hummed before quickly finishing his drink before paying the bartender and leaving, deciding to dismiss the thought of talking to you.

But at weird hours of the day Yoongi would think about you, so every time he happened to pass the club he went in and watched you perform.

This happened for weeks. He never said a word to you, he never went further than the bar. Until one day when you had stepped off the stage, looking cheerful as usual, only to be met with two men meeting you half way.

Yoongi watched, his blood starting to boil as the man surrounded you, complimenting you and touching your hair. It didn’t take them long before they got more physical, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking away as they started to trail closer to you so that their body touched yours.

Yoongi can see the panic and fear settle in your face before his vision was blocked by the taller men.

Without thinking, Yoongi practically sprung up from the stool, furious as he made his way over to where the men had circled you.

“Move.” He said, his voice deep and hoarse as the two men slowly turned around to face Yoongi.

“Mind your business, hot shot.” One man spoke, obviously trying to spook Yoongi which only wanted to make him laugh.

“I’m not going to waste my breath telling you again.” Yoongi said simply, remaining calm as he watched the two turn irritated.

“You wanna get jumped punk?” The man said, raising his voice as he stepped closer to Yoongi.

Instantly and without warning, Yoongi’s right arm swung in the air. His already clenched knuckles that were in his coat pocket suddenly flew out and connected to the guys face, all of his pent up angry unleashing.

Before anyone can react, he punched him a second time, this one making him stumble to the ground with a yell of pain.

The other man quickly backed away with his hands in the air, “I don’t even know that guy.” The man claimed before quickly rushing off.

Yoongi looked up from the ground where the other man was laid, his nose now bleeding heavily as Yoongi stepped over the body, ignoring his groans when he did so.

“You alright?” Yoongi spoke, his expression softening as he meets your eyes. His eyes glazed around your face as he inspected you, trying not to get lost in your gorgeous and unique features as he looked for any sign that they had touched you.

“I’m fine.” You muttered back, out of breath from shock as you looked at the man on the group and then up at him with wide eyes.

“Thank you.” You say with a polite bow, taking a moment to collect yourself before a small smile appears on your face.

“What?” Yoongi asked, curious on why you were suddenly smiling and chuckling despite everything.

“Well, I was wondering when you were going to come talk to me.” You say with a teasing smile only making Yoongi more confused. As if reading his expression you chuckle. “You think I haven’t noticed you always coming in here and watching me?”

Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, shrugging lightly as he looked away. “I don’t care if you noticed or not.” He spoke in a defensive tone, harsher than intended. He saw the smile on your face drop slightly in disappointment and he bit the inside of his cheek harder out of frustration. He didn’t want to be responsible for a frown on your face when you always wore a smile.

Wordlessly, Yoongi took out his wallet, taking out three hundred dollar bills and holding his hand out for her to take.

Your eyes widen in shock, chuckling nervously as you shake your head, denying it. “Why..?” You start to question, getting a little suspicious.

“For the inconvenience, and all the dances I’ve watched without tipping.” Yoongi states with a serious expression, trying to cover up any other intentions he might of had.

“You just have that much on you at all times? That’s risky.” You respond, still hesitant to take the money. Yoongi lets a smile crack at the irony, “I’ve been watching you for weeks and that’s what your worried about?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you want a favor in return or something?” You ask him, still skeptical as Yoongi rolls his eyes. “I guess we’ll never know if you don’t take the money.”

With a sigh, he watches as you slowly take the money out of his hands and put it in your pocket. “Thank you.” You mumble as he turns around and heads for the door. “Wait!” You call for him in confusion, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him as he turns around slightly.

“What’s the favor?” You ask in confusion but Yoongi just looks at you before continuing to walk out without a word.

It doesn’t take Yoongi long to wonder back into the club days after that. Despite the weird exchange it only made him want to get to know you more. But something in him grew colder when he walked in the club only to see you not onstage. Usually around this time you had already started and had a small crowd of men watching you.

“Whiskey.” He ordered in a lower tone as he sat down, tapping impatiently on the counter as he waited. “This was stupid.” He mumbled to himself, ashamed of how he had gotten caught up with this stripper and was just about ready to leave it all behind.

“Min Yoongi! You’re back!” He heard your familiar voice right next to him, causing his head to turn to the side in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” He asked his finger slowly stopping as he looked at you, sat next him in the bar.

“Aren’t you going to ask how I know your name?” You reply instead, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “I assumed you already knew.” Yoongi spoke calmly, lightly shrugging even.

“Cocky much?” You reply, jokingly rolling your eyes with a smile. “How did you find out, if not the internet?” Yoongi asked curiously, as the bartender slams his whiskey on the counter.

“Well when the son and CEO of a million dollar company starts to take notice to the best employee in the club, word gets around.” You reply with a slight grin and Yoongi can’t help but chuckle a little.

“Cocky much?” He echos your words as he sips on his whiskey and this only widens your grin further. Yoongi stares into your smile, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders when he realizes it’s been a while since he actually genuinely smiled for once.

When he finishes his drink he takes out his wallet and pays for the bad alcohol before taking out another three hundred and handing it to you, not waiting for you to take it this time.

“This has to be your way of flirting with me.” You mumble in disbelief as you stare at the bills before reluctantly shoving it in your skirt.

Yoongi scoffed, shaking his head in disagreement. “I don’t have time to flirt.” He mumbled firmly while looking at his empty glass.

“You have time to come here.” You differed causing him to bite the inside of his cheek, standing up and dusting himself off. “Wait that didn’t mean leave!” You state quickly getting up with him and Yoongi can’t help but glance at the sudden look of displeasure and sadness on your face as your hand brushes against his as you attempt to stop him.

“I..actually like having you here. You make me feel safe.” You mumble sheepishly as Yoongi stood there, completely frozen as he took in your words. How had he, of all people, made you feel safe? In a run down place like this?

“Then your standers are low.” He said in a low voice, a hint of playfulness in his tone as you look back up at him, snickering at his comment.

“You say that, but under that frown and sharp eyes is a warm hearted gentleman.” You speak causing him to look away from you, not wanting to take your words seriously. He didn’t want to show any signs of vulnerability, he’d never be ready for anything heavy.

“You don’t believe me?” You challenged him, seeing his silence and he heard the heard an underlying tone in your voice when you asked. “If I asked you to walk me to my car, you’d hundred percent do it.”

Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, but quickly knew not to didn’t deny it. “See! You would.” You grinned at his sour expression, knowing you were right.

“Whatever, do you want to be walked to your car or not?” He asked trying to dismiss the fact all together. He had never seen himself in a situation like this, feeling embarrassed and maybe bubbly.

You laughed at the question but nodded, grabbing your nearby coat that was filled with stains as you attempted to squeeze your shoulders in the coat.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, walking in front of you as he leaded the two of you out of the door and to your car. Yoongi sighed as he looked at the state of it, effortlessly taking out his wallet and starting to count some bills.

“If you’re going to give me more money don’t bother.” You quickly said as the two of you made it to your car, stepping in front to him and holding onto his hand so he would stop rummaging through his wallet.

“I don’t need it, I’m fine!” You tried to convince him and he simply raised an eyebrow at you, before going back to counting, taking out a couple hundreds as he did so.

“Then consider it flirting.” He mumbled in a flat tone, taking out five hundreds and getting ready to hand it to you.

As he looked back up from his wallet he felt something soft touch the corner of his lips, eyes widening in shock when he realizes how close you were to him and before he could stop it, you had planted a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips.

Your lips lingered on his skin for a couple seconds before finally pulling away from him, taking a step back.

“Come back tomorrow, okay?” You say with a warm smile, practically glowing in front of him as you spoke to him in a soft low tone.

Silently, Yoongi watched you chuckle at his reaction before getting into your car and slowly driving off, his heart thumping as he watched your car drive off onto the road.

He slowly started to move again when your car was far away enough that it was out of view, as if snapping him out of a trance.

Yoongi could feel himself getting lighter, warmer. He could feel his muscles relax as he took his hands out of his coat pocket.

[xxsycamore]

COOLDOWN

╰┈➤ 🖤You're feeling hot, and Ellis worries that it's a result of overworking yourself again. It's too bad that his methods of helping you have the opposite effect of cooling you down.

Ellis Twilight x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Semi-Public Sex; Temperature Play; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Sexual Tension • wordcount: 1,927 • masterlist

a/n: A BELATED BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR @nightghoul381 !!! Happy birthday dear Ghoulie!! This is just a small thank-you for all the wonderful art and fics you've blessed us with, they're always living rent-free in my head. You know which ones I'm talking about. Wishing you many more fun moments on here, gacha luck, all the Ellis content... you deserve it all <3

Part of my Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge. Prompts: At the festival booth you're volunteering at + Go down on them with a cold tongue

"We're having a lot of customers! I had no idea running an ice cream booth can be so hectic!"

You place your hands on your hips and let out a sigh that does little to erase the liveliness off your face. Ellis finishes restocking one of the containers and gives you a look charged with just a bit of worry. He knows you've been enjoying yourself, but at the same time, even you are recognizing how tiresome this whole ordeal has become.

"You know we can close the booth now… Jude and Roger already took care of the thieves." Ellis reminds, his hand on your shoulder managing to startle you - it's only proof of how tiredness has dulled your reactions.

The mission given to you tonight revolved around catching the culprits behind the latest jewelry heist, expected to make their next big hit here, on the festival, allured by the shiny first-place reward for the competitions held during it. It turned out to be an easy job for your Crownmates, as the other pair consisting of Jude and Roger already reported to you and Ellis that the target had been neutralized.

While you ended up playing a key part in the mission, being on the lookout for the target the whole time from your strategically situated ice cream booth you volunteer at, you couldn't help but be a bit skeptical about, it in the beginning. While you fully understood that this was the safest option for you to help them out, it just sounded a bit ridiculous to remain here and sell ice cream…

This all changed when you realized how good of an opportunity this is to spend more time with your lover Ellis, especially since you both have been busy lately.

The booth's cramped interior keeps you in close proximity at all times, so much that Ellis' scent fills your head completely. He doesn't need to raise his voice more than a whisper for you to hear him, despite the noise of the crowd outside your little shared space. It's like there's a barrier separating you from the rest of the world, so you can't help but jump every time you snap out of your assigned crowd-watching between taking orders, by Ellis' hand accidentally bumping into yours.

You'd joke and say that the only reason your booth is so successful is because Ellis is quite popular with the town's people. He'd shake his head and argue that it must be you who lure them in, because of the happy smile you're able to put on their faces.

"It's alright! I can keep going a little longer. It's close to the end of the festival, might as well try to make it! Here, I'll have some nice cooling ice cream and replenish my energy in no time, just watch!"

Ellis smiles at your stubbornness, readily passing you the ice cream scoop. You feel his eyes on you, and it brings heat to your cheeks knowing that he's probably taking note of the flavors you mix, wanting to know your preferences as always. It's all the more reason to have your cool treat faster, before this heat can get the better of you.

"Mmm, it's so good. No wonder we have so much business! Here, try it too, Ellis!"

You lift the little spoon to Ellis, fully expecting him to take it from your grasp, but instead, he leans down and puts the end of it in his mouth. Your heart skips a beat at the unexpected dose of cuteness, and you barely survive it as he takes a moment to properly sweep it clean with his tongue and savor it thoroughly.

"You're right. It's delicious."

You nod and hurry to put some more ice cream in your mouth just as an excuse to remove your gaze from Ellis' dazzling smile… but you still feel his eyes on you.

"Are you feeling hot?"

Your eyes widen, spoon still in your mouth, as Ellis suddenly grasps the sides of your face, bringing himself closer to you.

"Here, let me. I'm worried that you overworked yourself and got a fever."

Before you know it, a pair of lips is pressing to your forehead ever so gently.

Ellis' lips are so cold… They feel good against your overheated skin.

"I'm afraid I can't judge properly. Should we get Roger? I think he might still be around."

"No, I'm fine! It's just…"

Despite being done with his little examination, Ellis doesn't stop holding your face in his large, roughened hands. There's no escaping from that twilight gaze, shimmering in question from your sudden protest.

"I'm feeling hot because… You're too close…"

In another second, Ellis' mouth opens in a small o-shape.

"Oh."

He removes his hands from you, taking a step back. "I'm sorry that I put my lips on you, then. I didn't realize."

"No, they were chilled from the ice cream and felt so good, actually…"

You said it without thinking, worried that you pushed Ellis away. It's the very truth but you'd rather keep it to yourself because…

"If that's so… Then it might help you cool down."

Because he'll never turn down an opportunity to make you feel better.

Ellis leans in close to you again, but slowly, giving you all the time to reject him. Heart hammering in your chest, you only turn your cheek to Ellis to receive his 'help'.

He plants a kiss on it, gentle as butterfly wings, and cooling as the air they're fanning into it.

It's only temporary however, because as expected, it only makes your blood pump hotter in your veins, receiving Ellis' attention after being in his presence for hours on end and not being able to be lovey-dovey with him.

He withdraws again before you can properly recover, and you see him retracting the poles that prop up the booth's shutter.

"Ellis…?"

"You're in need of a proper cooling down, so…" Ellis returns to you, and suddenly the room inside the booth feels as if it's shrunk drastically. He barely needs to encage you in his arms, but his scent flooding your lungs is so welcomed. The sounds of the crowd outside are a backdrop to Ellis' soft whispers, a sharp contrast between the intimacy and the reminder of where you are. He claims your lips next, and denying him is out of the question. Sucking on his plush lower lip, you want to rob him of all the sweetness and coolness lingering on it.

Once you're out of breath, Ellis lets go, taking in the expression on your face. He's smiling but his eyes are marked by a shade of lust now, and you're surprised to find him still playing along with the little game, taking another spoonful of the cold treat which has somewhat started to melt.

"Ah!"

Even if expected, the difference in temperature startles you when those mischievous lips find your burning nape.

"Here too… Let me kiss you."

His kisses begin littering the exposed surface of your skin, and once he runs out of it, he begins tugging down on the hem of your cleavage to cover more and more with his lips. Little shivers of shame run through you as your breasts spill out, but they're soon replaced with shivers of pleasure as soon as Ellis tongues at your nipples, just briefly enough to turn them into hard pebbles.

Quickly growing unsatisfied with his limitations, Ellis opts for finding the end of your dress and lifting it up instead, practically shoving himself underneath it just to kiss your belly.

The tickling sensation makes a few breathless chuckles escape your mouth, and you put your hands on Ellis' shoulders, though you're not even close to pushing him away.

"Hehe… Seems like we're closed for the day, actually…"

You come to the conclusion as soon as you realize Ellis is sliding his fingers under the waistband of your panties from both sides and dragging them down. There's no going back now, and despite the embarrassment lingering at the back of your mind, you're desperate to feel Ellis when you need him most.

"Ahhh!—"

"Does it feel good? You're being so loud already."

He doesn't have to ask - the combination of his skilled tongue and the enhanced sensation from the clash of the different temperatures makes your legs weak. Your back rests against the wall of the booth as Ellis is seemingly hard at work to make you lose your footing. The hands that caressed his shoulders are now clinging to the fabric of his jacket, each flick of his tongue making your nails sink deeper.

Ellis switches to sucking at your swollen nub, only letting go when he notices your legs beginning to tremble. He laps at the new flood of juices he coaxed out of you, and the hotness of your heat has already erased every memory of the chillness he brought to you.

You don't have the heart to tell him his little plan of cooling you down was doomed to fail from the very beginning, as every place touched by his mouth has only been lit in flames as a result. Or maybe he knew all along.

"Ellis, I'm—!"

"Don't hold back. Come now."

His calm yet sultry voice echoes in your ears along with the thump of your own heartbeat, and soon your vision is overtaken by hot-white. Ellis works you to a powerful peak, not pausing his ministrations for a second. His strong hands keep your legs open, and they're your only anchor keeping you upright. A broken cry of his name comes out of you in a series of moans that you're barely able to keep low in volume.

In your dizziness, you don't realize when Ellis raised to his feet again, carefully arranging your disheveled clothing, sliding your panties back in place. He holds you in his arms for a moment until you can catch your breath, even if his sweet kisses are slowing the process.

"We can open the booth again if you want to. There's still ice cream left."

You blink into Ellis' arms, considering his offer for a second, then letting out a chuckle.

"I wonder if it would cause chaos if we were to bring it back home?"

You certainly don't imagine yourself bribing the rest of Crown with sweets, that's Victor's job. You wouldn't want to take it from him. Though there's something else worrying you.

"But Ellis…What about you?"

He gives you another smile before busying himself with opening the booth once again.

"Don't worry about me. It was enough to see you enjoy yourself."

Despite his reassurance, the air in your lungs escapes you in a sigh. While looking at Ellis, you notice that he's doing a repetitive motion of swinging his arm back and forth, flexing it, sort of as if it's gotten stiff.

Oh.

Feeling the heat return to your cheeks, you feel very guilty about giving Ellis a boner he can't tend to at the moment, even if both of you knew it was gonna happen.

Still, the image of him having to do that instead of waiting it out is somehow terribly hot to you. Along with the show of his well-toned arms, with shirt sleeves rolled up. Blaming it on being lightheaded from what he just did to you, you know you too should focus on anything but the newly formed arousal that pools in your already damp panties.

You just can't wait to make it up to Ellis, once you return home tonight.

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23:20

a/n: please reblog I love this piece.

pairing: ghost x medic!reader (hazy) tags: not really romantic, religious symbolism and imagery, dying, gunshot wound, blood, lots of cursing, lots of switching between character pov, obvious ptsd

Part 2 1.8k words

Exodus 23:20 Behold, I send an angel before you to guard you on the way and to bring you to the place that I have prepared.

He's going to die in this alley. Simon lets his head fall back against the brick behind him. His comms are lighting up - Johnny screaming on the other end for backup, for an exfil, for Simon to fucking answer him. But Simon can't; he doesn't know how much blood a human body needs to lose before it stops functioning - (cut through the femoral artery, hit the ribs just right and it doesn't matter because they'll be dead before you can even think about the blood) but he knows he's getting close to it. It's ironic, he thinks, that this is where it happens: some quiet alley in some fucking city a thousand miles from home and not face down in the desert somewhere. A quiet death for a man who doesn't deserve it. 

It would be poetic if he had the brain for poetry.

Simon Riley has never believed in angels. He's seen too much to believe in them. there's been too many he's been too late to save who needed an angel more than Simon ever will - the angels never appeared for them. There is no divine savior coming for him. Johnny isn't going to sweep in and take him to safety. No Price to shake him sober. No Gaz to be the eye in the sky. Simon wouldn't deserve it anyway. 

"-are you ok?"

"-the fuck is that?"

"-grab under his shoulders we can-"

Two sets of small hands grab Simon. He tries to tell them to go away - Johnny'll be here any moment to get him, but he can't articulate the words. Above him, the stars spin in a dizzying array. His feet stumble beneath him; when his knees hit the ground it doesn't hurt. The hands grab at his vest and haul him up. The voices merge around him - he can't make out what they're saying through the ringing in his ears. 

Sorry, Johnny; I won't be here when you come looking.

He can feel his boots catch on the concrete below him as he's being dragged - he tries to get his feet beneath him, but they won't listen. His toes are freezing, but the air against the exposed part of his face is warm.  

Can you guys fucking slow down?

The sound of a fist on a door rips through his skull. Shut the fuck up. 

Simon Riley doesn't believe in angels, but one opens the door. 

***

He stumbles on your doorstep, barely held up between the two boys on either side of him. One of the boys you recognize from the neighborhood - you had stitched him up earlier this year after he cut himself in a skateboard accident. He looks at you and then at the giant of a man he's struggling to hold up. A tactical vest - a skeleton mask - a patch that you don't recognize. Maybe you do, but it's unrecognizable beneath the blood spatter and viscera. 

"I think he needs your help."

It takes two seconds for your years of training to kick in. You can feel your shoulder screaming at you - an old injury that never healed quite right - as you help the two boys drag the guy across your small townhome, a bloody trail left in the wake of the hurricane. 

He's fucking heavy and you wonder what a miracle it was that the two boys could even drag him any distance to you. You're not sure what miracle worked to get him onto the kitchen table. 

"Leave," you tell the two boys, "go home and lock your doors and do not open them for anyone do you understand me?"

They understand you. 

The man on your table is barely breathing.

***

She's on top of him - he wants to make a quip about it, but his brain isn't connecting enough with his mouth. Johnny would be able to think of it faster than him. He knows she's talking to him; he can see her mouth moving, but her words are a soft hum. He can't tell if she's beautiful, her halo is blinding him. 

Take it off.

"-name. What is your name?"

A breakthrough. A crack in the static. 

"Come on dude; you cannot fucking die on my kitchen table."

I'm already dead sweetheart, otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

She curses more than he thought angels would be able to. Maybe it's not in their by-laws to keep a clean mouth; that must be reserved for mortals.

She's rough as she pulls off his tactical vest, her hands sliding underneath his drenched t-shirt. I don't fuck on the first date, sweetheart.

Can angels fuck?

It seems like the kind of thing that would be forbidden.

Her hands are so fucking soft and warm; Simon didn't realize he was freezing until she touched him - her skin is like fire against him. Her hand traces up his bicep, to his neck. She grabs his shoulder; maybe he needs to roll over for her. That's stupid though because he can't. His shoulder lights on fire as her nails dig into the shoulder there. Stop that.

The kitchen ceiling above him comes into sharp focus until she fills his entire vision. Her halo is gone.

"What is your name?"

She's begging him to answer.

I like that.

His lips are like sandpaper; his tongue is glued to the top of his mouth. His lips form around the word, but he can't make himself say anything.

***

His eyes light up when you pinch his trapezius muscle; beneath his mask, you can see his face rearrange in a grimace. 

That's good.

He's not dead yet.

Your medic bag is dusty beneath your bed, but everything inside of it is still good. His shirt is drenched in blood; you drag off the tactical vest the best that you can do after cutting the thick canvas on the side. The shirt cuts off easier, so blood-soaked that the blood drips onto your knee.. 

Through the blood you can't tell where he ends and the injury begins. You think as you press the Quikclot to the wound that you should have put on gloves - who knows what this guy could have. But you never had time for that out in the field either. What difference is this? It was one of the first things you learned as a medic. Every battlefield is the same, every victim is just another body beneath your hands. 

Keep 'em breathing. Keep it moving. 

You hold the gauze with one hand, the other trailing down his arm to his wrist to take his pulse. 120. 

Fuck.

You hear your old captain in your ear, walking you through all the steps.

Feet up.

Blanket on top. 

Pressure on the wound. Add a new bandage on top of the one if the one below becomes saturated in blood.

Pray. 

Fuck.

Beneath your bare feet, the floor is slippery with blood. 

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

The comms on the guy's vest lets out a hazy sound of static and you reach for it, running off instinct and adrenaline. British voices explode on the other end - angry and searching.

"This is call sign Hazy looking for exfil. Last townhouse on Miller Avenue. I've got one down and bleeding out - he's going into shock."

The words slip out of you and for a moment you're back to mortar shells and blood on the sand. Dust in your mouth. Screaming in your sleep with blood caked underneath your bitten-down nails.

"Who the fuck 'r you?"

You repeat yourself, hand slipping on the button from sweat and blood, yelling over the voices on the other side.

"This is call sign Hazy looking for exfil. Last townhouse on Miller Avenue. I've got one down and bleeding out - he's going into shock."

A hand reaches up to wrap around your wrist. The guy on your table is looking at you, eyes alert but searching. When he speaks, it's barely a whisper.

"Ghost."

His hand shakes where he holds you.

"This is call sign Hazy looking for exfil. Last townhouse on Miller Avenue. He's dying on my kitchen table. Please."

***

She's hurting him. It fucking hurts when she presses down on his side. If Simon could open his mouth, he might scream at her. Might beg her to stop. His heart feels like it's about to break out of his chest; he can't breathe through his stupid fucking mask. He's gasping, hand reaching out to grasp her wrist. He doesn't remember trying to do what.

"Ghost."

He doesn't want her to not know his name. If she's his angel, she needs to know what to call him when she delivers him to where ever they're going together. What kind of first date would it be if he didn't at least tell her his name? Aren't angels everlasting? Are they going to be together forever?

That might not be too bad.

"This is call sign Hazy looking for exfil. Last townhouse on Miller Avenue. He's dying on my kitchen table. Please."

Hazy. What kind of name is that? Fitting though, he thinks, because he can't make her features about above him as she presses on his side. 

Hazy. 

Hey.

Hazy.

That fucking hurts.

***

They don't even attempt to just open the front door - it shatters off of its hinges as their boots connect with the flimsy wood. They come in guns pointed; it's not the first time this has ever happened to you. Might not be the last. 

They're screaming at you to put your fucking hands up, and you're screaming at them to get you a fucking towel because he's bleeding through and you don't have anything else to put on top. It is a cacophony of noise; your ears are ringing, and your hands shaking against Ghost's side. 

This is exactly why you left in the first place. 

This shit fucking sucks. 

One of the men - the youngest-looking one - finally listens to you and snatches a towel you have laying on the back of the couch. Outside you can hear an ambulance screaming; intermingling with the men screaming into their comms, screaming about getting someone there now. 

Thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds and he's gone - loaded onto a stretcher and rolled out of your townhouse, the remnants of your broken front door slamming against the wall behind them. One man is still screaming at you, hand grabbing your shoulder roughly as the blood from your hands drips to the linoleum below.

***

Her hands are replaced with rough ones; they drag him away from her - he tries to stretch his hand out towards her to grab her, to bring her with him. Guardian angels have to come guard. He can't get anything to work. 

It nearly fucking kills him, turning his head back towards her to catch a glimpse of her standing there, hands bloodstained and dripping. Johnny's screaming at her; he reaches out to grab her shoulder. Simon wants to tell him to take his fucking hands off of her - she's here for Simon anyway. Johnny doesn't get the girl this time. 

She doesn't look at Johhny - she only has eyes for Simon.

That's good. 

She disappears around the corner, her halo the last thing Simon can see in the darkness.

Hazy.

Fuck.

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You yawned and watched as the coffee poured through the filter, dripping into the waiting cup below.

The sun had yet to rise.

The lantern you lit to help your way around the kitchen was doing the job well enough but the low lighting wasn't doing you any more favors than you would have hoped. You yawned again and leaned on the counter.

It's the first time in a while that you've woken up earlier than Link has. The poor man always has somewhere or someplace to be. This is the first week you've actually woken up with him still in the house.

Even though you're happy to finally have him to yourself after so long, you could practically feel the exhaustion hanging off of the man. You'd hate to wake him up early on the one day he gets to sleep in.

So while you're up earlier than usual, you're not going to let that get in the way of his sleep.

Therefore, you make your coffee, deciding to only do a cup for yourself since you know there's no way you're falling asleep again. You smack your face lightly to wake yourself up a little faster.

"Why are you up, Sweetheart?" Two toned arms snake around your waist. The soft spoken dulcet toned voice whispers in your ear. "Come back to bed. Stay with me."

"Did I wake you up?" You whisper back, leaning against his slender frame. "I was hoping you'd sleep for longer."

"I'm used to waking up early, Sweetheart." He chuckles and kisses your ear. Slowly, you notice that you begin to sway back and forth. "But that's all the more reason to be surprised that you're awake."

Link kisses your cheek. "Bad dream?"

You shake your head and finally turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Just woke up early. I wanted you to sleep more. What woke you up?"

"A disturbance in the force."

"Be serious." You laugh, swaying with him.

"I am." He laughs as well and pulls you into the center of the kitchen floor. "It's harder to sleep when you're not by my side."

His words tease a snort out of you, but you don't argue the point. You're very much the same way nowadays.

Quietly, Link starts humming a tune. You vaguely recognize it. It sounds like one of the waltzes Link wanted you to learn for Queen Zelda's balls. Link of course was supposed to be the guest of honor, but you were his plus one.

Much to the chagrin of many a lady and lord.

You hum along and find yourself being swayed to the tune of the song. Link chuckles, happy that you caught on before leading you into a slow dance.

Behind you, you register that the sun has begun to rise, painting your kitchen is soft pinks and oranges with the faintest touch of blue as it chases the night away.

Link yawns this time, cutting the dance off short.

You grin. "Coffee?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

[feelingdozy]

I love your writing omg <3 it's MARVELOUS I'm so jealous!! could you do finnick odair flirting with a shy!gn!reader? Like he calls them cute and they just freak out and hide into their shirt or a blanket, etc etc? And he just keeps flirting until reader just covers his mouth and they make eye contact and it's a HUZZAH moment before finnick just kisses them?? sorry if this is really specific!! thank you if you fulfill this request <3

A Little Shy

Finnick Odair x Reader

Hunger Games Masterlist

Summary: you go out to town to find some supplies for fishing as it's the perfect season. You find yourself inexperienced with tridents, and someone comes along to help you find the perfect one to fit your needs.

Note: this is a super cute request and will probably take awhile to post because I want to make sure it is absolutely perfect, also thank you!! I try my best to write as nicely as possible

Warnings: mention of death and killing, slap (hand over mouth)

You had wanted to go to the market in district 4 for awhile, wanting to see what there was to offer at this time of the month. It was the prime time for fishing, so a lot of people had been stocking up.

You stayed for a few hours getting the basic supplies, making your way over to the tridents. You had never been a pro even as a district 4 victor, but had always admired people who were able to use a Trident so easily.

You looked around slowly at all they had to offer, wondering at that point if maybe you should get your own and try it out.

"that one's nice, huh?"

You jumped at the voice that came from behind you, quickly turning around. You should've recognized the voice, of course it was Finnick.

Naturally, you got shy knowing how much you admired his Trident skills as he'd won with them as the youngest in the arena. You hated the games, but loved the skills of the weapons that came with it.

"are you good at using a trident? I've never seen you use one"

He was watching you? I mean he was your mentor back then, but you were really a nobody. You thought your win was a bit sad compared to other people who had won with skill. It was the career in you talking, quickly coming back to realize the horror that came behind it all and that you were lucky to be standing here alive right now.

"not really, I'd love to learn though.."

Your voice was quiet and faded off as you glared at other ones surrounding the two of you.

"how about you come down to my house later and I'll teach you a few tricks y/n?"

You turned to him, his charming smile placed on his face as he found your eyes.

"sure"

A blush found your cheeks, a little intimidated to be taught to use a trident by the Finnick Odair. Even though you should've learned how to use a Trident in the training for the games, you focused on your hand to hand combat and nature tips and tricks then the main weapon of your district. It made you feel a little more reassured that you wouldn't die by accidentally eating the wrong type of berry.

You picked out a trident fitting to your hand, comfortable in your hold. Then it was time to start walking to the victors village that was surrounded by ocean. Their backyards went out to a beautiful beach, and then water. Constant, neverending water leaving room to do anything you aspire to.

The walk was peaceful, as usual. The weather was hotter than usual so if you were going to be in the water, why not change into a bathing suit? You quickly went home and put on a bathing suit beneath your clothing, hiding it before you got to his house.

You knocked on his door, his footsteps getting closer and your heartbeat faster. The anxiety hit as he opened the door. You just now realized his height compared to yours and how shy you were. It's the Finnick Odair. How could you not be a little scared?

"come in"

He said with the same charming smile as before, gesturing for you to sit anywhere you'd like. His place was nicely decorated, ocean themed items around you at every turn. Tridents sat on the wall, some framed and some just hung as a decoration.

He had gone to the kitchen, his back turned towards the living room. You looked at his hair that always looked amazing and you wanted to ruffle it and run your hands through it- wait. We're you actually thinking of.. no. This was Finnick Odair. Loved by the capitol, loved by the people in his district and by the other victors. He was an amazing person despite what he had gone through, most not being able to handle it all.

He brought out some cookies and sat them on the table in front of you. He sat down, the couch dipping with the new weight beside you slightly pulling you toward him, slowly sliding. Your cheeks now had a light blush again from simply being in his presence. His eyes glistened in the light of his house, his hair fluffy and his face charming and cute. You thought Finnick Odair was cute. The Finnick Odair.

He stared at you for awhile before breaking the silence.

"soo, you've never picked up a Trident before y/n?"

You nodded your head no. He sort of knew when he was training you many years ago, just a year older than you, wondering why you didn't pick up a trident. He admired your other abilities back then, knowing how to identify different leafs or berries and hand to hand combat were great abilities in general, but especially because you got put in the arena where you'd need just those skills, like it was almost fit for your win.

It's funny because you were by far the shyest tribute he had ever seen, you didn't talk much or make a fuss like many other tributes had done, but instead listened and took any and all information and tips and tricks from the past victors that only wanted to help. Why did people go out of their way to make a fuss?

Your head was turned down from his, scared to actually make eye contact with him no matter your past relationship.

"you can look at me y'know. I don't bite?"

He laughed, your head hesitantly turning upwards, scared that you'll reveal the layer of red forming on your now heat-radiating cheeks.

"no need to be nervous, y/n."

He said, and you swear he was teasing you at this point. You looked into the distance again, seeing him taking in your facial features from your peripheral vision. His eyes widened a bit before his classic smile appeared on his face that he always wore, except it seems a little more.. genuine than before.

"you're cute."

Your eyes then met with his again, and now greatly flustered in front of the man. He memorized your face in the moment, how your cheeks gained more color and your eyes widened. You couldn't even make words come out of your mouth, your heartbeat pounding too loud and mind too fuzzy to make a coherent sentence.

"huh-?!"

Was all that came out of your mouth. He slowly lifted himself up to where his arms were to the side of your face. You quickly pulled up your shirt, covering your slowly reddening face to where you might've been radiating heat, heat that he must've felt through the fabrics that layered because it was so warm.

"You're so cute. Shy hm?"

Your heartbeat pounded louder and louder within your chest as you once again admired the man who was above your sitting, now laying form. You buried yourself even deeper within your shirt before he could see even more obvious and powerful hints of red on the rest of your face.

"look at you. So red. You like me calling you cute sweetheart?"

A slap echoed in the room as you couldn't handle it anymore. You put your hand over his mouth, your heart not being able to take anymore of his flirting. You could feel his signature grin form under your hand as he put his hand on your arm. His hand slowly slid up til it reached yours, taking it and kissing the outside of your palm.

Your eyes met with his sea green. His other hand creeped onto your cheek, his head slowly getting closer to yours.

his lips collided with yours with a deep need to feel your lips for the first time. He deepened the kiss, his soft lips feeling amazing on yours. You couldn't believe your first kiss was with the Finnick Odair. Part of it because you were already in your twenties and you had never kissed anyone before, not having any partners when you were younger. But mostly because it was him.

You let him take the lead, not knowing what else to do. You let go as you had to take a breath even though you never wanted to let go of his soft lips, feeling like you had been in another world while kissing him.

"promise me you won't explode if I kiss you again?"

He laughed as you nodded, going in again for another kiss that had sucked you in, captured you.

You had just kissed Finnick Odair. Twice.

[batwritings]

Kinktober Day 11 - Group Sex

Something a little different for Day 11! I've never written a group sex situation so I hope I did it justice. ^^; This is written for a female reader, so if that does make you uncomfy, I apologize! I'd be more than happy to do a male oriented version. :) Enjoy!~

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The battle against Graves and his Shadows was beyond difficult. Arguable the most difficult thing Los Vaqueros had ever faced up to this point. You were heartbroken watching them all drag themselves back. Alejandro and Rudy looked the most run down despite their tired smiles to try to reassure you. You knew then that you had to do something.

“Amiga? What is this?” Alejandro asked you, nearly a week later. The half of you he could speak with offered him a small, sheepish smile. Rudy wandered up behind him in a huff, stopping in his tracks when he saw you. “Stress relief,” you answered, your voice tight. You wondered absentmindedly how long it would take him to notice the soft thudding on the other side of the wall. “You all have been through so much with the Hassan situation Colonel. I gotta help out somehow.”

You watched Rudy whisper something in Alejandro’s ear, nearly chuckling when the colonel’s eyes widened. “¿En serio?” he asks you, voice barely above a whisper. He knelt before you, tilting your head up with his gloved hand when he heard it. 

You nuzzle into his hand and kiss the palm as Alejandro shoots you that signature smirk. “Such a good girl for us,” the colonel coos, rubbing his thumb against your lips. You whine softly, parting your lips and enveloping his digit in the wet heat of your mouth. You sigh contently, both from the praise and another member of the team starting to fill you from behind the wall. 

“Rudy,” Alejandro says, abruptly removing his thumb from you. “You took on a lot during this mission. You should go first.” The man in question blushes profusely. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t fancy you by any means. Quite the opposite actually, which is why he didn’t hesitate in stepping forward. 

“Be gentle amiga,” you hear the colonel instruct you. “He’s rather sensitive.” The man winks to you as Rudy pulls his readily hard member with one hand and lightly paps his best friend’s chest with a soft “¡callate!”

Once in range, you take the sergeant major’s cock between you lips, watching the reactions as you moan around it from the rather large member filling your cunt behind the wall. Rodolfo sighs in relief and pleasure, especially when you let your jaw relax. You can’t help but cry out when you feel someone hit right against your g-spot, recognizing the feel of a piercing. The man in front of you jerks forward from the pleasurable vibrations, his member hitting the back of your throat instantly.

“Taking me so well,” Rudy moans, noticing your lack of gag reflex. “May I go faster?” Upon you doing your best to give him an affirmative noise, the man wastes no time, hand on the back of your head to help with leverage. It was a lovely back and forth, until you were both reminded that you weren’t alone in the room.

You inhaled sharply and shivered at the same time for two very distinct reasons. Shivering was caused by the cum dripping down your thighs as your knees threatened to buckle. The inhale was due to Alejandro sliding your shirt and bra down to free your breasts. It was all so much and had your brain in a tailspin.

Your mind was swirling then, Alejandro and Rudy groaning out sweet praise while one fucked your face and the other massaged your sensitive tits. Rough fingers rolled and pinched and tugged your nipples gently, causing more of your essence to go straight between your legs. You could hear the members of Los Vaqueros ooh-ing and ahh-ing at just how wet you were.

Between all the attention from your colonel and his second in command, and cock after cock filling your eager cunt, you were no match. The current member of the company and Rudy groaned loudly as you came. Your pussy clenched around the man behind you and the vibrations helped the sergeant major reach his own peak, cum coating your throat.

Time seemed to stop as your spent body was given a moment of respite on both ends. Rodofo pulled his member from between your lips slowly with a wet pop as Alejandro pet your hair. Praise after praise fell from his lips as he helped you stabilize. Any time one of their team tried to start up again on the other side he would pound twice on the wall, warning them in Spanish to give you more time.

Only once you could give straight answers did he give them the okay to start again. You weren’t sure how many members of Los Vaqueros filled you that day or how many times you alternated between having Alejandro and Rudy’s cocks down your throat. All that mattered was you were helping, relieving their stress as best you could.

By the end of the day, you were wrapped up in a blanket in Alejandro’s office. You had tried to make it back to your bunk, but your legs were nowhere near stable. Several members of the company tried to offer you water or sweets as thanks, which you mostly declined after you got your voice back.

You were certainly the most helpful member of the team that day.

[fallingprincess]

i'll sink my teeth right into it

a vampire!Max x human!Charles Oneshot

"You have some strange kinks and are apparently into guys. So what?"

- "We both know that is not what was happening, Charles."

or the one where Charles finds out that his opponent is a vampire and also that he is kind of into it.

words: 4.7k

warnings: mentions of blood and sex but nothing graphic

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Hurriedly finishing up the text message to his mother Charles used his shoulder to push open the door to the club's bathroom. He pocketed his phone as he was about to step into a stall but then stopped in his tracks when his eyes fell onto the scene unfolding right in front of him.

Granted he was a little bit maybe a lot of bit drunk after this long and tedious sprint race weekend. Yet, what he saw sobered him up faster than a cold shower.

Reigning Formula One world champion and his rival since childhood days Max Verstappen had his back turned to him, one hand holding his large frame up against the wall, the other on the hip of a man Charles recognized as one of the bar staff of the club.

Motionless in shock Charles watched Max' mouth working against the smaller man's neck. The bartender's eyes were closed in bliss, a look of pure arousal sprawled on his face.

A strange jolt of electricity that Charles could not quite pinpoint ran through him causing him to take a deep audible gasp for oxygen.

Upon hearing the sound Max' head turned towards him at lightning speed and once his darkened eyes met his, Charles officially lost the last of his senses. Following a horrified glance at the other driver’s blood smeared lips Charles turned in place and marched right back towards the door. Whatever the fuck was going on here, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. He had always secretly assumed Max was into some strange and weird shit, especially since him and Kelly had broken up last year. However this, this was a level he had not seen coming.

He lifted his hand to push open the door but instead of wood, his fingers connected with the material of a cold black dress shirt. How had he gotten there so fast? His eyes met the now once again blue toned ones of the other man who was currently using his shirt sleeve to wipe blood off his chin.

Maybe it was not blood, Charles tried to reason with himself, maybe this was some strange foreplay Max was into. Who was he to judge?

“Charles, wait.” Max’ voice was raspy yet strong. “Let me explain.”

Charles tried to shrug nonchalantly. “Explain what? "You have some strange kinks and are apparently into guys. So what?"

Max had the nerve to chuckle. "We both know that is not what was happening, Charles."

And he was right. Of course Charles knew. Or at least some part of him knew. Mainly he could not believe what he had witnessed. He still tried to make sense of it whilst trying his hardest not to stare at the red spot still prominent in the corner of Max’s mouth. It could not be. This was not real. This was some weird fetish shit. But deep down, Charles knew it wasn’t.

“Please let me explain.”, the Dutchmen tried again. “But not here. Meet me at the hotel? I have to take care of some stuff first.” He nodded his chin toward the bartender leaning against the restroom wall as if in a daze. “Please don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to compel you. It fucks with your brain and you need your brain to drive. Please?”

Charles felt himself nod very slowly, his mind not catching up with the situation in any way whatsoever. Because this could not be real. This was some twisted prank and there were cameras everywhere. There had to be. Right?

“We are at the Hilton. This is my key card. I will meet you there, alright?”

Charles stared at Max’s extended hand, his heart beating so loudly he could hear the thumping in his ears. With one last confused yet horrified glance at Max’s face he reached for the card and then got the fuck out of there.

~

Save to say, this was not an ideal situation. Max knew he should have been more careful, should have looked for a locked room, should have taken the bartender back to the hotel. But he had been so thirsty, so filled with adrenaline after he had continued his winning streak. He had not been thinking straight until the warm liquid had been running down his ice cold throat. And even then it had been too late. Post bite clarity really was a thing he realized.

He felt strange knocking on the door to his own hotel room, but he had to try everything in his power to not scare the Monasque on the other side of it. Max could hear steps behind the wood, a faint heartbeat that rapidly grew in speed. It was obviously not his own.

The door opened and he got a look at Charles’ scared face as he waited for Max to come in.

Once they were alone and Charles was apparently happy with their positions - him close to the door and Max very far away from him, not that it would matter if it came down to it - he met his eyes. “What the actual fuck, Max?”

Max groaned. “Believe me, I did not want you to see this.”

“Well maybe you should have thought about that before using a public restroom to suck on some guy’s neck.”

He had him there. Post bite and all that.

“So..” Charles began and gestured wildly as he paced up and down the small space between the door and the bed. “It’s some weird fetish? Because if so, that is totally cool and also totally not my business.”

Oh, how Max wished it was. “It is not, no.”

Charles took a deep breath, his heart speeding up in the process, pumping more blood through his body to provide his lungs with oxygen. Thankfully, Max had just had his fill.

“So you were licking up that guy’s blood because…”

“Because I need it to survive, yes.” Max finished for him.

“Because you are…”

“A vampire.” Max sighed. “I know it sounds super cringey.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

Max sighed again and stood up to move right in front of the other man in the blink of an eye to prove a point. “Yes I am.”

Upon his suddenly close appearance Charles had pressed himself against the door, his eyes wide open in fear.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Charles. I’m not a monster.”

“You drank some guy’s blood!”

Max ran his hands through his hair and returned to the armchair on the other side of the room at normal speed.

“How long…I mean, you were a child when I was a child. I saw you!”

“It happened last year before I broke up with Kelly. It…it wasn’t safe for P to be around me anymore. It was better this way.” Max grimaced. The memory still pained him. One night of hell had turned his whole life around and destroyed the future he had imagined with the woman of his dreams and the girl he had thought of as his daughter. Now he was the asshole who abandoned them. But better the asshole who left than the asshole who lost control of himself and did things he would regret later on.

“Does she know? Kelly?”

Max shook his head, noticing that Charles' breathing pattern had slowed down as he seemed to wrap his head around this. It was happening rather fast. He was impressed. But then, Charles had always been rather methodical.

“The only people that know are GP and Horner. Not even my family knows.”

“But I saw your vitals and stuff on the Redbull screens. You have a heartbeat and all that.”

As he was saying: Methodical. Max liked that about Charles. In hindsight maybe it was good that he had walked in on his feeding instead of someone else.

“It’s all faked. Just please don’t tell anyone, okay? Not even Alex. Nobody.”

Charles scoffed. “Max, they would put me in a mental institution if I told them Max Verstappen is a vampire.”

“So you won’t tell people?”

“Obviously not.” Charles glanced at the door. “Just don’t eat from me or whatever it is you do, okay?”

Then he left without another word.

Max stared at the closed door. It definitely could have gone worse.

~

It was four weeks later and once again Max had found himself in a not so ideal situation. He was actually quite good at finding them, he noticed. Not that he was actually searching for them, they more so stumbled upon him and then he had to deal with the aftermath.

He was currently leaning against the bar in Lando’s apartment, who was celebrating his birthday. All had been fine. Max had socialized, Max had drunk alcohol to dull his senses, Max had pretended to be a human in every way he possibly could. He had made sure to breath, expanding and collapsing his chest in a speed that was appropriate and normal for the setting. He had slowed down his movements, avoided too much eye contact and pretended he could not hear the blood pumping through everybody’s veins in the room. It all had gone very very smoothly.

Until Martin had broken the glass, one of the shards slicing through the palm of his hands, the droplets of dark red blood falling onto the couch table.

Max had held still as a statue, his breathing stopped, convinced that just the scent would make him snap. He had eyed the door judging it as being too suspicious when he left now. This was truly very not ideal.

He was still motionlessly watching the moment of panic unfold, people yelling and bringing napkins and towels to clean up the blood everywhere - hands surely bled a lot, didn’t they? - when out of nowhere a warm hand wrapped around his still forearm and he got dragged along the hallway of the apartment and into Lando’s guest bedroom that was currently used as a coat storage for the guests.

The clicking of the door lock zoned him back into the moment and he stared at Charles’ concerned face in confusion.

“Your eyes are literally black, man. Get a hold of yourself.”, the Monasque scolded him and Max walked over to the floor length mirror by the closet to take a look at himself.

His cheeks were covered in dark blue veins, his irises expanded to their maximum size; he could feel the fangs poking against his bottom lip from the inside. God, he hoped in the chaos nobody had paid attention to him. Well, except for Charles, who had admittedly been avoiding him as best as possible in the past few weeks.

“Are you okay?” There was now more concern than anger in Charles’ voice, his French accent more prominent in the soft way he spoke.

Max closed his eyes, willing the blue to appear back in them, but to no avail. “I’m trying. It’s just…the smell…I haven’t fed in a bit…I…wow.”

“Alright. That’s okay.” Charles slipped right into problem solving mode as he ran his fingers through his already messy mop of hair. “We can fix this…okay…hm.”

Max watched him nod to himself in the mirror as he stepped closer and then opened the first few buttons of his dress shirt to expose his neck.

“Here. Bite me.”

Max spun in non-human speed and stared at his fellow driver. “Absolutely not. I promised you not to do that.”

Charles shrugged. “Well it’s this or going outside. What will it be, Max?”

~

Charles knew this was insane. Offering himself up to whatever the fuck Max was now as some sort of bait. Yet, he had to admit that ever since he had learned of Max’ little secret he had fallen down a rabbit hole of internet searches he only allowed himself to do when he was entirely alone using a VPN and incognito mode. He had found more info than expected, mostly shit probably but some accounts had sounded rather convincing to him. Above all, the common denominator had been that being bitten was a feeling like no other before.

Charles would not call himself curious by nature. He was more of the obsessive type. The type that had to have something once they put their mind to it. He had wanted to drive an F1 car, so he did. He had wanted to be part of Ferrari, so he was. He wanted to know what it felt like, so now he would.

“I can’t.”

“I don’t have HIV or something. Not sure if that matters.”

Max shook his head, the dark veins under his eyes fascinated and petrified Charles equally. “It’s not that. Just…there is too much muscle in your neck..it’s difficult…not that I like thought about it before…my brain just kind of does naturally….always…not that I ever would…bite you…until now…I guess”

Seeing a being that made his instincts scream RUN in a pile of stuttering mess made Charles chuckle quietly. “Where would be better for you then? It’s fine. Go for it. You have my permission, Max.”

Charles blinked, he swore that was the only thing he did. But suddenly he found himself shirtless on his stomach on the bed, all coats and jackets strewn across on the carpeted floor. He felt Max’s cold hands against his sides as he pressed him down against the mattress.

Fucking hell.

“Are you 100% sure about this?” Max questioned again, his fingers seemingly shaking in anticipation against Charles’ skin. “I will heal you right up after it, but it might make you weak for a bit.”

“Next weekend is not a race weekend. It’s okay.”

Charles knew instinctively that this was wrong, that he should neither allow nor encourage this. But god, if he did not want just this. Maybe Max was emitting some sort of weird pheromone that clouded Charles’ mind. It had to be that.

“Alright. This will be quite intense, you won’t be able to tell me to stop. Still sure?”

“Just fucking do it, Max!”

Before he could take his next breath, he felt cold soft lips against the side of his lower back. Shit. This was actually happening. Suddenly he felt very vulnerable in his position of prey. Charles flinched as something sharp pierced his skin in two spots, his abs tightened to distract from the pain of the piercing.

“It’s not even that inten- oh wow.”

Charles squirmed against the mattress as something wet - most probably Max’ tongue ran over his skin to collect the blood that had been pooling in the new wound on his back.

Charles could feel his muscles relax instantly, his brain clouded in some kind of fog that turned into different colors. He had never felt happier, it felt as if euphoria was pumped straight into his veins with every beat of his heart. He could almost hear the blood moving through him, being replaced with joy and colors and fireworks. He had never taken drugs before but he assumed this is what it felt like and now he understood how people got addicted to it.

Unable to move on his own accord, he heard himself moan somewhere far away in pure ecstasy. Was he even in this room anymore? Maybe his body was, his mind felt millions of miles away, swirling through galaxy after galaxy, the milky way just a small dot in the distance.

His hips moved against the mattress and he noticed he had gotten hard as another moan escaped him with the friction. God, he was aroused, and high, and most definitely not in control anymore. His hips kept rutting against the mattress, chasing a release he suddenly so desperately needed. Somehow he was watching himself from above, Max still sucking on the wound on his back, one of his cold hands stabilizing Charles’ hips, the other holding his own body up against the mattress.

Not able to help himself, Charles grunted and humped against the mattress at a feverish pace. He had never needed anything more in his whole life. He was craving it. He felt starved of whatever lay after.

Another deep groan escaped past his lips, this time muffled by a pillow that he was almost sure had not been next to his face moments ago. He clenched his jaw not to scream out a loud, instead he managed to huff out “Oh…fuck…Max…shit.” With a final rut he caught the release he had been running towards, his brain spinning and twirling through colors he was not sure even existed. He could hear the earth moving or maybe it was his own breathing. Everything was bright and ecstatic and wonderful.

And then everything went black.

~

With a satisfied smile on his lips Max watched Charles stir in his sleep. His messy hair fell softly into his face and he was almost jealous of the way his chest rose and fell all on its own.

Charles mumbled something that sounded like a mixture of French and Italian and then slowly blinked open his eyes against the ceiling light.

“Welcome back.” Max hummed, a little nervous to say or do anything else. He still could not believe that Charles had offered himself up as remedy for his own issues. He had always considered Charles to be one of his best friends to be honest but somehow he had not expected the other driver to feel the same way. And what other reason could there be for Charles' selfless act?

“Did I fall asleep?”

Max’ non-beating heart hurt at the soft sleepy voice that came from Charles. He had never heard him in any way that was not confident or pissed. “Sort of. You blacked out there for a bit.”

His face was still comfortably pressed into the pillow. “Your eyes are blue again.”

“Well, I was properly fed. A negative blood. Somehow I had thought you were gonna be more of a positive type by your smell.”

Charles groaned against the pillow. “What the fuck, Max?” He moved against the mattress only then realizing that Max had covered him with a blanket.

Max watched the other driver turn around to face him before glancing to the crotch of his jeans and grimacing disgustingly.

“Did I…?”

Max held back an anxious laugh and nodded slowly. “Happens more often than you would think.”

“I don’t think I have come in my pants since I was a kid, man.”

“I’m sorry.” Max wasn’t. He had to admit to himself that hearing the man thrash and moan under his body and touch had riled his bloodlust up even more. However, the Monasque didn’t have to know about that.

“It’s okay.” Charles said as he pushed himself up. “Are you feeling better now?”

Max nodded. He was sure an embarrassing blush would have appeared on his cheeks if that was still possible.

“Okay. Cool.” Charles looked around awkwardly. “I’m gonna clean this up. So…yea…bye.”

Max watched his back disappear though the door frame, his dark brown hair sweaty and matted in the base of his neck. He was not sure what to think. Somehow, he could still taste him on his lips. Somehow, he still craved more.

Well.

That was a problem for a later day.

~

Something that sounded an awful lot like something or someone walking against his couch in the other room woke Charles up from a restless dream. Ever since 'the second inchident' as he liked to call it that had happened at Lando's party his dreams had been filled with strange shapes and colorless blobs that appeared to close in on him the more he tried to wriggle away. He was very close to requesting sleeping pills at this point.

Listening closely he slowly moved his hand towards his phone on the nightstand. What if there was an intruder? Should he call the police? But what if nobody was there and a pillow had fallen off the cushion and he was just being paranoid about creepy monsters lurking in the dark and the police would laugh at him?

Another thud.

Should he go investigate?

Not bothering with putting on a shirt he quietly made his way to his bedroom door, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. What exactly was his plan here? Should he just make some noise to announce himself? Maybe whatever was out there would leave. Or maybe then they would know where to find him to kill him and eat his flesh. Wow, he was in desperate need of those sleeping pills.

Slowly and carefully he pulled the door towards himself, expecting the dark and empty hallway behind it.

What he definitely did not expect was Max, eyes black and cheens covered in veins.

Grasping at this chest Charles tried to take a breath but the shock would not let him. Struggling for air he took a few hurried steps back, his eyes never leaving Max - was it even Max? Or was it the creature that had now fully overtaken his body?

Charles' whole body was shaking as two cold sets of fingers wrapped around his naked arms, pressing him against the rough material of the bedroom wall. He wanted to scream, or to run, to do…literally anything except what he was doing now which was standing and staring in fear.

"Max.", he finally managed to choke out and this time it was the other man that went completely still.

"Max?" he tried again as the tight grip on his biceps began to loosen. Alright, maybe there was a chance he was not going to die after all.

Slowly Charles reached up to touch Max' vein-streaked cheek causing the other driver to blink a few times as if to clear his head. Yet still, Charles saw nothing but darkness and the drive to hunt in his eyes.

There had to be something he could do, right?

With the adrenaline still pumping through him he raised another shaky hand and placed it against the Dutchman's face gripping him tightly to force Max to look at him.

"Max. It's me. Okay? It's me." Max squinted at him, his cold fingers now holding onto Charles' waist. "Just me. I know you don't want to hurt me, Max."

Did he understand? How could Charles make him understand that he was neither his prey nor his enemy?

"Max." Charles leaned in. "It's just me." Should he really? "You don’t want to hurt me." Would he really? "It's me." A little closer. "You know me."

The moment his lips pressed against those of his fellow driver he felt the tension leave Max' body.

"Charles." He hummed against his mouth and then broke their faces apart just to go back in and lean his forehead against his.

Finally, Charles managed to take a full breath and opened his eyes, the usual blue he had seen so many times staring back at him.

"Thank you for not eating me." he laughed exasperated which made Max take a fast step backwards.

"I am so sorry. I don't even know how I got here. I … I'm so sorry! Fuck, I could have killed you!"

"Well luckily you didn’t." Charles ran his fingers through his sweat drenched hair. "I need to sit down. Fuck.”

Max stared at him intently. "I should go."

When he opened his eyes Charles was alone again.

~

“Do you have a minute?” Max was standing in front of Charles who was already in his fireproofs.

It had taken Max a lot of mental strength to walz his dead ass into the redbull area of the circuit to find the other driver. Because honestly: He was massively embarrassed about the other night. When he had come back to his senses Charles' lips had been pressed to his and finally Max managed to snap back into control. Up until that point he had merely been a spectator to the events leading up to his first kiss with Charles. Had it even been a kiss? If yes, he hated himself for not being fully present for it.

He had watched himself compel the doorman in the lobby to get him Charles’ emergency key from the safe. He had felt himself opening the apartment door to stalk through the dark, his mind and all his senses focused on one thing and one thing only: Blood. Specifically Charles’ blood. There was just something about his blood that had Max riled up and it was all he could think about day in night out.

When Charles motioned towards the back corner of the garage with his chin Max followed obediently.

Before they even came to a standstill Max was already rambling. “Charles, I am so so sorry. I don't even know how to apologize or what came over me. I guess when you freely offered me your blood something clicked in my brain like that has never happened to me before and my instincts just told me to hunt. I just want to hunt all the time. Obviously I don’t. Also that doesn't justify almost killing you obviously, I just wanted to explain and I promise I will do anything I can to stop this from happening again. I will chain myself to my bed if I have to and-”

“You can hunt me." Charles suddenly interrupted him mid rant whilst his hands were nervously fidgeting with the zipper of his racing suit.

Max stopped in his tracks, his mouth still half open. "What?"

"We have been hunting each other all our lives, Max. I'm used to it. Just maybe let me know first and don’t just show up in the middle of the night like a freak." He said it so nonchalantly Max was not sure if he was dreaming. Well, Max was sure because ever since he had died he had not been dreaming anymore. Maybe this was a very vivid daydream fantasy that was playing in his mind while he was driving?

"Are you serious?"

Charles nodded. This could not be real.

"I would probably drink from you again."

Another nod. It could not be real because that meant-

"Other things might happen again."

"For god's sake Max.” The Italian came out in Charles as he gestured wildly with his hands. “Yes. To all of those things. I want you to do your vampire shit again, okay? There. I said it. Happy? Now I kind of have to race so.."

Max smiled to himself as he watched the other driver walk away with an agitated and delicious sounding heartbeat. He perhaps was a little too happy about this.

~

Charles was about to hit the gas pedal when a knock on his rental car window startled him. Pressing the button he rolled it down and blinked up towards Max. It had been a long race weekend and all he wanted was to get away from the media and people in general. "What's up?"

Max smirked before leaning down to be on his level. Before Charles could register what the fuck was happening Max' mouth was on his in a lingering kiss and back out the window.

"Hey, Charles?" Slightly tugging on his top lip Max bared his fangs for a brief moment and then smiled, a daring spark in his darkening eyes. "Run."

..

And so what if Charles drove to his hotel like a maniac?

And so what if he left the room door open on purpose?

And so what if this time Max' lips were on his skin before his teeth were?

And so what if he woke up the next morning weak but content, covered in a warm blanket and engulfed by a cold naked body?

And so what if Max was a dead blood-drinking creature now?

Charles could always run.

But it was a lot less fun without a certain someone chasing him.

≈

the end.

[laurfilijames]

Breathe

Part 2

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+. This isn't smut yet, but it's fully loaded with lots of sexual tension and spicy thoughts. Swearing.

Summary: Will's dreaded grocery run turns out better than expected, and things dial up a notch when he invites you to watch Benny's fight later that night.

A/N: I have nothing to say other than I love this man with my whole heart and that the smut is coming and it will be A LOT. I'm also having Benny and Will live together in this AU. Will needed the support of his brother after his Publix incident.

Part 1

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The worst was how they stared. Judging him, casting glances and exchanging whispers as soon as he passed, the weight of never being able to live this down burdening him as if the one bad thing they knew he did outweighed all the other ones they would never know about.

Will pushed his cart along, moving as swiftly as possible through the grocery store, always making it his mission to do his shopping in a faster time than the week before.

He tilted his wrist, checking the time on his watch; nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds since he walked through the automatic doors. He was already ahead of his goal, and only needed to go down two more aisles to get everything he needed.

As he passed an employee stocking shelves who gave him a tense look, he cursed Benny for not coming with him. Will always felt better when he wasn't alone, alone with his thoughts and recollection of all the times he felt the same as he had that day; Benny and his relaxed, usually flippant demeanor brought him some ease when he needed it most.

With a sigh, he turned down the cereal aisle, praying no one else would be there, looking over the list in his hand one last time to ensure he wasn't forgetting anything. Taking note of a young woman at the very end, he steeled himself for the strength to grab a bag of oatmeal and get to the checkout unscathed, praying she would continue assessing the difference between two labels on the products held in her hands and have him remain inconspicuous.

It wasn't until Will got closer that he realized it was you. He stopped in his tracks, standing tall as he tapped his fingers over the handle of the cart, a smile crossing his face as he thought of an appropriate greeting but ultimately became lost in observing you.

Your brows were knitted together, clearly focused on what you were reading or attempting to decipher the better of the two choices before you shook your head and placed one back on the shelf and the other in your cart.

Obviously sensing being watched, you looked up, your expression changing from questioning to relieved when you recognized him standing on the other side of his cart.

"Will! Hi!"

"Hey," he smiled, unable to help himself. "How are you?"

"I'd be better if they stopped putting all but just the necessary ingredients in everything," you laughed, placing your hands behind you to rest on your lower back.

"Yeah, no doubt," he replied, breaking eye contact briefly before looking at you again.

You tilted your head, smiling at him, still smiling at you, "How are you?"

"Better now."

"Good," you said genuinely, keeping your eyes fixed on him as he reached across and grabbed a pack of instant oats from the shelf beside you, his blue eyes not leaving you as he did.

Will couldn't help but let his mind wander, feeling the need to close the distance between your bodies and frame you in with his arms, capturing your lips with his until they were glistening with the moisture from his mouth and made raw from his beard.

He noticed your chest rise and fall slowly despite not looking directly at it, registering how your pulse thrummed in the side of your neck, your pupils dilating while your tongue slipped between your lips and licked them before you spoke in a breathy voice; your body betraying your mind that was clearly sharing similar thoughts as him.

"Well, I'm all set here," you began, breaking the spell cast between you when you returned to stand behind your cart.

"Yeah, me too," Will fibbed, wanting to walk with you to the checkout rather than getting the ice cream specifically requested by Benny.

"Chocolate chip cookie dough! No, wait, maybe something with caramel in it," Benny had called from the other room, skirting through quickly to catch Will before he went out the door.

"Both. Get both."

"Jesus Christ, Benny, are you fucking five?"

"I need to try to get up to the next weight class, man. Just get me the fucking ice cream."

Will grinned to himself, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

Benny was going to be so pissed.

"I'm glad I ran into you," Will admitted, helping load your bags into the back of your car.

“I am, too,” you spoke through your smile, looking up at him as he held his arms up on the open door of your trunk, providing you with a view of his toned muscles you often had the pleasure of watching him sculpt.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked, shutting the trunk closed before turning around to lean against the back of it.

You shrugged and shook your head, trying to mask the smile threatening to creep across your lips, "Nothing."

You watched Will transfer the piece of gum in his mouth from one side over to the other with his tongue, the action making that incessant ache between your legs return just as it did all the other times he did pretty much anything, and your mouth watered at the thought of feeling his tongue move against yours like that, amongst other places on your body.

"Benny has a fight tonight, if you're interested in coming to watch," he explained, folding his arms across his chest as he stared you down, the playful glint in his eyes not unnoticed.

"That sounds great. What time?"

"Starts at seven, Benny will be on around eight or so depending how quickly the first guys bloody each other up."

You laughed, nodding as he continued.

"I'll have to walk him out and leave you for a bit during his fight, but the rest of the night I'm all yours," he smirked, making your skin flush from head to toe.

"Okay, that's great, I'll see you at seven, then," you grinned, biting your bottom lip to help try to disguise how excited you were for this.

"See you at seven," he confirmed, patting your car twice with his large hand before turning to walk toward his truck, glancing back at you obviously as he did.

Will unlocked his truck and tossed his grocery bags in, feeling a surge of happiness and desire course through him that he hadn't felt in too long a time. He shut the door and started his way back toward the entrance of the store, intending on getting Benny three flavours of ice cream to choose from.

Will stood outside the side entrance, watching the crowd flow in and out of the parking lot and into the arena through the gate toward the front of the building, waiting for your arrival.

Seeing you once already today and knowing he was about to see you again had him on cloud nine, and in a mood those closest to him noticed, especially Benny, who was just on the other side of the door starting his warm-up.

Checking the time on his watch, Will sighed with impatience, eager to see your smile again and be the one to make it appear on your gorgeous face over and over.

The door creaked open, Benny peeking his head around it, his face and hair sweaty from the series of push ups and jogging he always did prior to a light spar with his trainer.

Will nodded his head at him as he unwrapped a piece of gum and put it in his mouth.

"What are you doing out here?" Benny asked, looking around to see his older brother standing solo.

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Who? Fish said he wasn't coming tonight."

"Uh," Will hesitated, shifting on his feet and breaking eye contact to look at the ground as he debated being honest with Benny in wanting to avoid his pestering.

Just then, your car pulled up, catching Will's attention and drawing Benny's, both Miller's watching as you parked in the vacant spot beside Will's truck. Will silently approved your decision, thinking how the opportunity for a drawn-out goodnight could easily take place between your vehicles.

"God damn," Benny breathed, his humoured grin splitting across his face as he put two and two together, earning a warning look from Will who crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the brick wall again.

"The hot girl from the gym you've been eye-fucking? How long has this been going on?"

"Nothing's going on, Ben."

"Bullshit. That's why you've been in such a good mood."

"Nothing has happened," Will stressed, raising his eyebrows at him as you got out of your car and started making your way over.

"Yet!" Benny laughed, excited for his brother to finally move on from his recent past. "How long has it been, man?"

"Fuck off, Benny," Will urged, not wanting to draw out this questioning any longer out of risk you would hear it.

"How long, Will?"

"You know exactly how long. Now fuck off and go warm up, I'll see you for walk-out."

Benny banged his open palm against the steel door a few times before turning around to let it close behind him, his hooting and hollering still heard even after it sealed shut.

"Hey," Will greeted you, standing up straight and feeling more than tempted to lean down and kiss your lips as he watched them stretch out in that smile that drove him mad. "Benny's just warming up, let's grab a drink."

It was a rowdy crowd tonight, and you felt as if you were buzzing on behalf of the energy in the large room that had a lingering stench of sweat and booze, but you really knew it was all due to the man sitting beside you who kept leaning in to speak in your ear because of how loud everything was.

Each time he did, you felt yourself instinctively tipping your head to the side to open your neck up to him, your eyes closing every time his breath happened to fan over your skin, the sensation making you desperately pray for him to place his lips on you and scratch you with the bleached hairs that surrounded his lips.

The first two fights finished without an ounce of attention paid to them by either of you, and as Will downed what remained in his beer, he leaned close to you again, his eyes slowly moving up from your mouth to your eyes while a seductive smile played on his lips.

"I've gotta go back there now, you gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine," you assured. "If any of these hillbillies start harassing me I know who to call."

"Damn right," he smirked, his grin crooked on his face, his blue eyes glowing in the dim stage lighting as he placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a firm squeeze.

You watched faithfully as he stood and walked away, admiring how his jeans fit over his ass just as you did with his shorts or track pants at the gym, finding your senseless desire growing for him in a way you were sure you could no longer handle.

Once he was out of sight, you chugged the rest of your beer and smoothed your hands over your hair, willing yourself composure to get through the rest of the night without pouncing on him.

Knowing there would still be a few minutes before Benny's fight, you stood and got in line to grab another beer for you and Will, hoping the alcohol would help settle the frenzy of nerves and arousal taking over you.

Right as you returned to your seat, the announcer came over the sound system, introducing the other fighter and then Benny, making you stand on your toes to look over the taller heads in the crowd in order to see him standing in the doorway with a focused ferocity on his face. Will was close behind him, clapping and nodding as they began walking through the hoard of people split between yelling support and jeers at him.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched Will shamelessly support his younger brother, pumping his arms in the air to help motivate the enthusiasm and encouragement on behalf of Benny, even giving some idiot in the crowd the finger who shouted out an insult as he passed.

His blue eyes locked with yours as he strutted by on route to the the cage, winking at you as his cheeks flinched with each chew on the gum between his teeth, your body once again responding by building that undeniable pressure in your core and making your nipples harden as a shiver of confined pleasure ran down your spine.

Holding your cup to your lips, you slowly sipped, watching Will grip the fencing of the cage with his fingers as he prepped Benny one last time, yelling at him to take it nice and slow. Those words decorated by the tone of his voice had you reeling, imagining him saying that very phrase to you only in a very different context.

Turning toward you while Benny squared up, Will walked the few steps over to where you stood - too excited to sit on the old bleachers - and took the full cup of beer you held in your spare hand, smiling at you appreciatively.

"You good?"

You nodded as you took a sip, catching a stray drip that clung to your lip with the back of your hand, and licked your lips to retrieve the rest, feeling slightly embarrassed but also catching the way Will’s pupils dilated at the sight of moisture hanging implicitly from your mouth.

"How long has he been doing this?" you asked, louder than you normally would in order to be heard over the raucous.

Will raised his eyebrows and blinked as if he was trying to think, like he didn't keep track of everything Benny did too and didn't know the exact amount of years and fights he had supported and helped coach his younger brother through. "This will be his twenty-third match. He's doing a lot more now we stopped actively touring,” he explained, licking his lips and sighing heavily enough for you to see his chest rise and fall sharply. "Let's go, Benny, you've got this!" he shouted rather than continuing his explanation about their work, prompting you to reach your hand up to squeeze his arm reassuringly, feeling his well-honed muscles through his hoodie easily.

Benny won his fight quickly and made it seem completely effortless, his ear to ear smile and prideful cheering bringing out a chuckle from Will as he stepped out of the cage and over to where you both stood, engulfing his brother in a hug where they aggressively slapped each other's backs until they parted.

“I'm proud of you, man,” Will grinned, handing him a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.

“Easiest hundred bucks I've ever made!”

“I'll meet you out back in a bit,” Will nodded while Benny smiled at you and said ‘hey’.

“Nooo rush, brother.”

Benny’s cheeky tone made you bite your lip, happy for him to be encouraging his brother to pursue the things you hoped he would, finding yourself craving more than ever to be in Will’s presence for as long as you could now that you had been given this much.

He turned to you, another crooked grin playing on his lips that would hold you completely unaccountable if you were to reach up and kiss them like you wanted to now.

"I'll walk you to your car," he purred, placing his hand on the small of your back, applying gentle pressure that urged you forward through the dispersing crowd, his masterful way of taking the lead letting that submissive part in your psyche bloom in anticipation.

The air had turned cooler since you were last outside, some of the day's humidity dying out to allow a fresher breeze to dance over your skin, lighting you up with goosebumps that made you hyper-aware of the feel of your clothes laying against it, and how Will's eyes remained locked on you.

Neither of you had said a word since exiting the building, the silence not awkward but rather charged, like both of you were waiting for the other to make the first move, the tension between you palpable.

Will smiled and shook his head, letting out a small chuckle as he leaned against his truck and folded his toned arms across his chest.

"I had fun tonight," you started through your own smile, unable to hold it back when you were looking at his so brightly showing through his blond facial hair. "Thank you for inviting me."

"You're welcome," he said slowly, shifting which leg he was putting more of his weight on. "I'm glad you came."

That phrase shouldn't have done anything to you, normally such an innocent string of words, but the way he said it had you instinctively picking up on any little thing that could be a hint at what he wanted to do to you; your mind torturing you in twisting something to mirror what you craved.

"What will you do with the rest of your night?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

You sighed, putting your hands in your back pockets and shrugging as you thought.

"Nothing," you said honestly, wondering if your night was about to become a whole lot more exciting.

Will pushed off the side of his truck, standing tall before you.

"Is there something you would like to be doing?"

It was impossible to keep in the surprised laugh that blew out of your lungs, and you licked your lips while trying to come up with an answer that wasn't one that would reveal the truth of what you wished your night would revolve around.

Will took another step toward you, close enough you caught his scent as you inhaled deeply and held that breath in, steeling yourself for what you hoped was the inevitable.

You let your eyes close, feeling him lingering before your face, waiting.

When the pad of his thumb smoothed over your lower lip, you couldn't contain the soft moan that escaped you, and you sucked in another breath only to trap it again.

Breathe, you told yourself, having to think of the mechanics behind how that natural process worked while playing back him coaching you through it at the gym.

Will could barely contain himself, the effort to hold himself back straining every fiber in his body, watching as you completely melted to his miniscule advance, his breathing and heart rate increasing while yours seemed to have paused altogether.

"Breathe," he murmured, more to himself but to you as well, watching your chest rise as you drew in air to your lungs while he did the same.

His gaze fell to his thumb that still rested on your lip, the incredible urge to see what it felt like to brush his against them overwhelming and disrupting what composure he had left.

Your eyes opened, locking in with his, the sight of you standing ready for him forcing him to pull in a long breath that he sighed out slowly through his nose.

"You have to learn to control yourself," he said, "even when it's something you really fucking want."

His speech was more to himself than to you, but when you nodded your head up and down obediently, he knew he would need to work harder than normal to keep himself in line.

"Shutting down basic instincts is hard," he continued, the slight emphasis he put on the last word another blow to your resolve. "To be able to manipulate until you've regained that focus, honing in on what you're supposed to be doing rather than what you need…"

His voice was low, the change in it one even he took note of, and daring himself even further to test his limits, he leaned in closer and hovered beside your ear.

"...And sometimes it's about knowing when it's okay to let yourself lose that control."

Will inhaled deeply as he backed away from you, like he was stepping back from the ledge, his amusement in your expression that displayed such fury and lust making him smirk.

"And are you okay with losing that control?" you asked, bravery embellishing your question.

“I don't ever do anything without thinking it through a hundred times, and believe me when I say I've thought this over even more than that.”

"This?" Your head tipped to the side, your eyes narrowing as your body swelled with a hope of 'this' referring to him taking complete control over the potential of intense pleasure that stood abeyant between you.

He looked at you seriously, the rise of his eyebrows accentuating the creases on his forehead, his eyes widening to prove his point in what he was about to say.

“I want you.”

You swallowed thickly, his admission so point-blank and forward it flooded you with a fresh wave of arousal, your body responding naturally by your nipples pressing almost painfully against the thin lace of your bra while more wetness gathered between your legs to stain your thong.

He looked at you earnestly, his blue eyes displaying so many emotions that you craved to see them hold again and again.

“If I do this with you, I'm going all-in and there will be no stopping, and I'm afraid of letting myself do that after everything that's happened.”

“I trust you, Will,” you said softly, your heart aching for him tenfold, your want for him not diminishing despite his best efforts to make it.

He looked down at the ground, shifting some gravel with his boot.

“Yeah? Well,” he glanced back up at you, peering through those long, blond lashes, “I don't know if I trust myself.”

Will blinked and rubbed his hand along the back of his neck, sighing out as if it was his signal to end the conversation there.

You were tempted to say more, to assure him that none of this or the things he had done would scare you away but didn't want to press him, being understanding to the fact that he had probably gone through more trauma in his life in the military than you could begin to fathom.

A man like Will didn’t come by often; you could be patient.

"See you at the gym tomorrow?" Will asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hmm, yeah, I'll be there late, though, I'm working a longer shift.”

“Okay,” he nodded, smiling just enough that the skin around his eyes crinkled.

Feeling slightly guilty that he wasn't giving you what it was clear you needed from him, he took hold of your hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a kiss, and then another one over your knuckles, his resolve starting to fade as he inhaled the scent of your skin and felt your fingers tighten around his.

Breathing deeply and closing his eyes for a moment, his lips lingered there, his beard the perfect combination of soft and rough which only worked to increase your longing to feel it everywhere on your body more than you already did.

“Goodnight,” he eventually spoke, releasing your hand and tucking his own safely in his pockets to help with his temptation to keep touching you.

“‘Night, Will,” you replied, watching as he walked away back to the arena, glancing back at you over his shoulder once before he reached the door.

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Part 3

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