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megamindsecretlair · 4 months ago
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Hey gurl hey đŸ˜„đŸ™ŒđŸŸ didn't I tell ya, that I was just gonna just show up in your inbox one day. Well that day has come 😆 I'm putting in my request for Candy Kane. Do you think it's possible if we can get a Shy Reader type feeling insecure about meeting Kanes friends? đŸ€” Feeling like she doesn't fit in with them or his world really, but Kane giving her that reassurance that she's right where she needs to be? Yeah, yeah. I think that will be a jam. đŸ˜ŒđŸ‘đŸŸ
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A/N: And a jam it was!
So Into You
Pairing: Kane x Shy!Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Use of n-word. PIV, fingering (fem receiving) cursing, teasing, all consensual. Established relationship. Spoilers for the show.
Summary: Being with Kane was starting to get serious. He invites you out to a kickback, wanting you to meet his crew. You didn’t come from his world and didn’t know all of the rules. It made you nervous. You hid out in his office while you contemplated ending the relationship. Kane has to convince you to stay.
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A/N: Forgive me! I didn't know yall. I didn't know it'd been so long since a Kane fic. I'm sorry I've taken forever to get to this request. I hope it serves! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.
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You were hiding. You knew you were hiding but your nerves were tearing up your stomach. Quick, painful twists that made you want to lean over or lay on the floor in the fetal position. But Kane’s warehouse was
rugged to say the least. You wouldn’t trust the floor considering what Kane did for a living.
You were not shocked. These days, Black men came in a limited variety of flavors. Growing up as you did, you did not see yourself with a banker or investor. Kane was beyond good to you and a top boss. He wasn’t running the streets anymore. He didn’t have to. 
However, that didn’t mean that it didn’t make you nervous as hell. He lived a dangerous life. It was a fact of life at this point. You had strength for days, able to somehow push it from your mind. Kane was invincible in your eyes. He had to be. You couldn’t live in a world where he didn’t exist. 
Your sweaty hands began to itch. You rubbed it on your jeans and tried to still your jumping leg. Sounds filtered in from the main part of the warehouse. The place was rapidly filling up with his top lieutenants and their significant others, women who chased the gangsters, and the women they brought along for support. 
Large crowds made you nervous. You couldn’t speak right. Couldn’t pluck words in a coherent order. You missed cues for jokes or your heart thumped too loud for you to hear what anyone was saying. You were terrible at first impressions. 
People assumed you were mean or stuck up. When in reality, you were shy to the point of being embarrassing. You didn’t speak first or follow up with people because god, why was it so hard? You felt like you were bothering people at best, being a nuisance at worst. 
And somehow, this kickback felt worse. These were Kane’s top people. The guys willing to follow him to the grave. That type of loyalty meant something. Kane was not like these young dudes, running around playing with guns or drugs or spitting in the face of those who came before them. No one had respect anymore. 
These people were the inner circle. These were the people you needed to impress. You were very much in your head, wheezing at the prospect of not standing up under their scrutiny. What if they decided that Kane was whole ass tripping by being with you?
You hated being shy most times. Hated that people couldn’t see you and know that there someone amazing underneath the shyness. That once you got comfortable, you were practically the life of the party. The problem was, it took you too long to feel comfortable and people lost their patience too quickly. 
A door opened and you jumped up from your seat at Kane’s desk. It was the farthest, safest place you could manage around the warehouse. Everyone too afraid to enter. You looked over the railing to see Kane searching the floor. 
He looked so good. Thick in all the right places. His shoulders were wide and broad and he had a slow gait that never failed to drive you wild. You noticed everything about him. Everything. Down to the twitch of his eye when he was truly upset. 
Kane’s eyes swept up and you gave him a small wave. He scrunched his face in confusion and then started making his way over to you. He climbed the stairs, eyes softening as he reached you.
“Why you got me looking everywhere for you?” He asked. He kissed your cheek but pulled back too quickly, denying you the pleasure of rubbing your cheek against his stubble. 
“I’m sorry. I needed
air,” you said. Kane gave you a funny look and you giggled. “Like, space to breathe.” 
Kane nodded and leaned against his desk. You sat back down in his chair, getting more comfortable. He’s brought you to his place a few times so you felt comfortable mixing amongst his things without feeling like he would be upset with you. You usually hung out in his office while he handled business outside, in the main warehouse. 
“I’d very much like to show you off, beautiful,” he said. He caressed your chin and made you look up at him. Your eyes drifted over his features. His dark brown eyes, his pouty lips, and his wide nose. “I want everyone to get to know you.”
You nodded and swallowed around the lump in your throat. “What if they don’t like me?” You asked, your voice sounding small even to you. 
Kane scooted closer on the desk, so that your chin was nearly laying against his stomach. You blinked at him while he looked into your eyes, tone as serious as you’d ever heard him.
“What’s not to like, mama?” He asked. 
A flush of heat ran through you at his little pet name for you. But on topic. You smiled, not sure what to say. He already didn’t like you putting yourself down. But how could you make him see? Make him realize? That you just weren't like other people. That other’s opinions shouldn’t matter but they do. They always have.
“Talk to me,” he demanded. 
You huffed. “There’s plenty of things to like. But you’re
important,” you said.
Kane reared up as if he was getting ready to stand up and punch the wall. You placed your hands on his arms to keep him still, keep him sitting next to you. He smelled amazing. Like soap and sandalwood. His adorable mouth twitched.
“I’m not saying I’m not important. I’m saying that these guys look up to you. They respect you and follow you. And
” God, this shouldn’t be so hard to say. But it was pressing against your throat, a live thing, waiting to be said. 
“What if you should be with someone a little more like them? A little more like you?” You asked. 
Kane needed someone strong enough to stand in a crowd and not flinch. Someone who put others at ease and made them laugh. The kind of girl who didn’t take shit and the kind of girl who people didn’t confuse soft for weak. The kind that could help grow his gang, grow his empire, get them to look forward to something outside of slanging dope and getting bitches. 
Kane sighed. “I don’t want someone like me. I want you,” he said.
He would get tired, one day, of constantly trying to reassure you. Your shyness was your business. It wasn’t on him to make you feel better all the damn time. That was exhausting. But what was also exhausting, was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for Kane to wise up and quit while he was ahead. 
You were looking down at your palms trying to find the words to make him see. Make him see that it only took a few months for you to be head over heels in love with him. With the safety he offered. The lifestyle. The loyalty. Kane wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for you. You needed the words to make him see that you would love to be with him for the rest of your life. But, he needed someone equally capable of taking care of him and you were big enough to admit that and give him an out.
Kane moved too quick for you to see, too quick for you to defend yourself as he lifted you from the seat and switched places with you. You leaned against the desk now, caged in by Kane’s arms on either side of the desk, on either side of you. 
He brought his face close to yours, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, his eyes to your eyes. “Tell me the words I need to say to make you see that it’s you and me against all this bullshit. Tell me what I need to say, what I need to do, who I need to kill to make you see, mama?” He asked. 
You shook your head. “Kane, that’s not–” 
“You are the only person I want. The only person I would ever want. You don’t have to worry about these niggas not liking you. I like you. That’s all they need to see. I don’t expect you to suddenly pick up a gun and be a down bitch.”
You giggled. You played with the hem of his shirt, kicking your legs a little bit. He didn’t need to reassure you but damn if it didn’t feel really good when he did. You smiled. “I don’t expect that either. I
you’re their leader. And they need a strong old lady too.” 
Kane chuckled. “You don’t think you’re strong? You almost dropped kick my ass when we met,” he said. His voice never sounded so sexy than when he was teasing or joking with you. You realized what a treat it was to hear him like this. To see the secret softie underneath all that hard living. 
“I had been drinking and you spilled the drink I just paid for,” you said, giving him a playful huff. 
Kane kissed your cheek once, twice, and then nuzzled his stubble against your cheek, just how you liked it. Your core burned so you shifted on the desk, to relieve some of the tension. 
“You called me everything under the sun you could think of. You get a potty mouth when you’re drunk,” he said. He licked your neck and your moan was too quick to be coy. You couldn’t pretend to be anything other than completely obsessed with this man. With his strength, with his playfulness, or with his jokes and smiles. 
You rolled your eyes and smiled. “That’s not true,” you said. Drinking just made you feel more like who you really were. Alcohol ensured that you didn’t care about doing the “right” thing all the time. You just lived. Outside of that, you were too conscious. Too aware. Too worried about someone making fun of you because people were fucking cruel. 
“Mhm, your girls tried to tell you ‘bout me but you just kept going. I’d never seen someone so beautiful,” he said. He reached the sensitive spot under your ear, against your neck, where he lightly nipped. You shivered, bringing your hands up and around his neck to keep him close. If he kept doing things like this, he’d make it impossible to let him go. 
“Kane,” you said, but it came out too breathless. 
Kane kissed his way back to your mouth where he spent ample time kissing you and licking your lips. “Tell me what I need to do, then. Please. I want you here, with me.” 
You sighed into his mouth, letting his lips do the talking for him. He didn’t get it. Wouldn’t ever get it. So while you kissed him, while your mind was supposed to be on him, you had an important decision to make. Walk away now or keep going and learn to live with this anvil over your neck. 
You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. Into his beautiful, wonderful eyes. The wave cop on his head. The teardrop tattoo. You wanted him. So badly that the brief thought about giving him an out was a distant memory. 
“I want to be here, Kane. With you. But are you sure? Like really sure that it’s me you want?” You asked. A sick part of you was waiting for him to say it. Waiting for him to change his mind about all of the questions you asked him, all of the reassurances you needed, all of the times you ducked out of doing something if it involved large crowds or places where the only person you knew was Kane. You didn’t want to hang onto him like a spider monkey, but he was the only safe person you knew while you were out.
Kane smirked. He kissed you again, letting his lips ghost over yours. He brought his hands up to cradle your face. “I’ll tell you every day that it’s you that I want. That you’re the only one for me. Think I wanna run behind these niggas at the end of the day?” He kissed down your neck, leaving you breathless in a matter of seconds. 
You shook your head. “No. You need a place to lay yo head, cut out the bullshit,” you said. 
“And that place is right here, with you,” he said. He brought his hands up to palm your breasts over your shirt. He found exactly where your nipples were, running his thumbs back and forth over them and driving you wild. Your pussy throbbed, getting unbearably wet. 
“Kane,” you moaned, dragging your hands across his back. You needed to feel his skin. Feel him. You searched under his shirt to find the heat of his body. Your nails scratched his back and he moaned against your skin. He moved his hands from your face, down to your jeans. He began to unbutton them, dragging the zipper down. It sounded so loud in between you both.
“Here? Now?” You asked. 
“Here. Now.” Kane kissed you again, while his hands slipped past your panties and found you wet. He moaned, his finger easily sliding between your folds. He zeroed in on your clit, gathering up your essence to rub until you were a quivering mess.
Your hands clutched at his shoulders, holding on for dear life. Kane continued to kiss your neck, moving up to your ear. “You so fuckin’ sexy when you moaning, mama. You’re quiet, until you get like this. Shaking. Hmmm. Holding onto my hand between these legs like you don’t wanna let me go.” 
With his filthy words, you closed your thighs because he was only speaking the truth. You did not want to let him go. You wanted him closer. 
Your whines turned desperate, getting close to the edge if only he would let you fall. He pulled his hand back, moving down to your entrance and pushed one finger inside. You gasped for air, but you also began to cry, scooting your ass against the desk to get his fingers back to where you needed him. 
“Aww, you need something else, mama?” He asked. You nodded. 
“Talk to me, then. Tell me what you need from me,” he said.
“Kane, please,” you moaned. You were close. A few more moments of rubbing your clit and you would have came. 
“That don’t sound like what I want to hear,” he said. He moved his finger in and out of you, slowly. In a moment, your impending orgasm would go away. You were too greedy, too desperate to allow that to happen. 
“Kane, god, please!” You moaned. 
Kane licked your neck and you dropped your head back, giving him better access. He took the opportunity to nibble against your skin. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, biting hard enough to ache, and you shook your head. 
“I need you to rub my clit, Kane. Please. Please. I’ll do anything,” you said. You were weak for your man and you weren’t too proud to show it. You didn’t have the patience to draw this out like him. To play coy or confident or like you were that bitch. You just wanted him, plain and simple. 
“Anything? You gon’ cum on this dick and then come hang with my friends?” He asked.
You nodded, your neck aching since you still had it tilted back. “Yes, baby, I’ll cum on that dick,” you said. 
“And?” He asked, his hand stilling inside you.
You giggled. “I’ll come hang with your friends,” you said.
Kane grunted in satisfaction and then resumed fingering you. While his fingers were pumping into you, his thumb circled your clit. Your pleasure tingled through your veins, turning you to jelly. You clutched him to you, holding onto him and squeezing your thighs while you rode his fingers straight to an orgasm. 
You moaned and shook, twitching on Kane’s desk. The music was still thumping outside the door, the sound of Black folk having a good time rising like a tide. That’s what you loved about Kane. He made it seem like you were always in your own little bubble whenever you were together. 
“There’s my girl,” he moaned against your sweaty skin. 
He helped push your jeans further down your legs. You yelped from the cold of his desk hitting your ass. Kane made quick work of his own pants, pushing it down low enough to free his dick. 
You held him, held the velvety steel in your hand and tugged on his dick. Kane groaned, taking his dick out of your hands. You pouted and he winked at you. “Save that for later when I let you play with it,” he said.
You grinned as he lined himself up and pushed in without any fanfare. You growled, loving the sweet burn of his dick stretching you out. “Oh baby, feel so good baby,” you moaned. Kane nudged your face with his, catching your eyes with his. He stared into your eyes while you took him in, legs trapped by the fabric of your jeans.
He groaned, stroking into you. You clutched onto the back of his neck, holding him in place. “You think I’ma let you go and you do shit like this? You need me, huh?” He asked.
You nodded. “Yes, I need you, baby. You hit this shit so good,” you cooed to him. Your words made him jerk and he chuckled before finding his rhythm again. 
Kane’s strokes were exactly what you needed. You forgot about the party outside. You forgot about meeting his friends. You forgot your own name as he growled while he hit a spot that made you cry out. 
“I can’t let you go when you sound like this. When you feel like this. Taking this dick like you do,” he moaned in your ear. 
“Kane, oh god,” you moaned. 
“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful,” he moaned. He lifted one of your legs, sliding deeper and you growled in return, moving your hips in time with his thrusts. Kane kissed you while his thumb circled your clit again.
Your mouth dropped into a pretty little ‘O’ as your hands clutched his shirt in a death grip. Your orgasm was swift, brutal, punishing, as your eyes rolled back in your head and you screamed in his ear. 
Kane’s strokes increased, getting faster. You were still sensitive from your orgasm so you were crying, shaking, whimpering on his dick. A few pumps later, Kane found his own pleasure, grunting with deep relief as he spilled over and over inside of you. His dick twitched with each pulse of cum. He grunted once more, pulling out when he was softened enough. 
You felt his cum leak out and you shivered. Kane kissed you while he grabbed some tissue and cleaned the both of you up. 
“Why do you have tissue here?” You asked.
“I can’t sneeze sometimes?” He asked. You giggled. He was such a goof. You each got yourself together, kissing in between smoothing down your wrinkled clothing. Oh god. There was no way of walking out of here without everyone knowing exactly what you did. 
Although
a deep fucking was effective against your anxiety. His cum was inside of you and while that didn’t mean much to guys, it felt like he had claimed you in a beautiful, primal way. No one would know, but you would. You’d walk around his party knowing that he came looking for you. He reassured you. He pumped you full and let you cum twice now with promises of more later. 
Kane zipped up his pants and gave you a kiss. “Sometimes a nigga needs to rub one out while he’s missing his best girl,” he said against your cheek. 
You bit your lip, flustered and unable to form a thought. A sentence. A word. Something. Oh, this
.this you did not know. You didn’t know that he masterbated here, at his office, to thoughts of you. It brought up so many ideas for later

“Come on, a promise is a promise,” he said. He grabbed your hand, pulling you down the stairs. At the door, you stopped him. He lifted an eyebrow at you.
You leaned up and gave him one last, scorching, heated kiss before you looked at him. “Guess now would be a bad time to tell you that I stroke my pussy almost daily thinking of all the nasty things I want you to do to me,” you said.
Kane’s mouth dropped as you opened the door. A promise was a promise after all. The wall of music and laughter hit you square in the face. You were still nervous and you weren’t sure that they would accept you, but for now it didn’t matter.
The sound of Kane’s laughter was everything to you. “I’ma get you back for that,” he promised in your ear before leading you around the party, introducing you to his top guys. You managed to bump fists, laugh, and meet his world with open arms.
Did you know where your life would take you? No. But you had a feeling that you’d be okay in Kane’s capable hands.
The end.
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There's more of Kane to love! The Secret Kane Files
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misskattylashes · 3 months ago
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Seeing as Fire and the Thud is speedily coming to an end, I thought I would share this world exclusive with you.
I can reveal book three in the Milex Soulmates Saga is going to be called My Mistakes Were Made For You
The story starts in 1953 and spans fourteen turbulent years which sees the call for greater rights for gay people, but at the same time is an era of suspicion and paranoia.
Our heroes meet once again and it is love at first sight, but the world around them conspires to keep them apart. Will love conquer all?
More details to follow
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wolfies-writings · 3 months ago
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A little drabble
Also no Grandest Game spoilers in the comments or reblogs please, I haven’t finished it yet
Warnings: none, just a simple interaction scenario that popped into my mind, mild fluff but nothing too much
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Grayson said with his leveled steely gaze pinned on Rohan, “You are aware I still distrust you and your intentions with my sister, yes?”
Rohan looked up from his conversation with Savanah and cocked an eyebrow with a slight smirk. “Oh, so I’m the target now, I see. No longer plotting Mr. Slater’s death and trained your sights on me?” Savanah sighed as Grayson rolled his eyes.
“Tell me, how is it that I ended up with a brother like Jameson and then a potential future brother-in-law who is the English carbon copy of him? What deity did I so grievously offend?” Lyra, on his arm, patted his back soothingly. She’d seen first hand the drama he had to put up with and had some sympathy for him along with her amusement.
Jameson, sitting on a nearby love seat with his arm lovingly draped around Avery’s shoulder, burst out laughing at the comparison, clearly amused at the reaction he figured Rohan would have. Rohan simply narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you compare me to that masochistic twat,” he warned. Jameson sent him a scowl. “See? He doesn’t even deny it,” Rohan sneered with a smirk.
“Play nice, Rohan,” the serious blonde girl on his arm chided, with a soft warning smack to his chest. He looked to her and sighed softly in resignation.
“As you wish, love.”
“Ha, and you’re talking like I’m the only one who’s both sacred of and whipped for his girl,” Jameson mocked, never one to miss an opportunity to clap back at the Englishman.
Rohan rolled his eyes. “At least I’m not the one who gets turned on when his girl shows the slightest hint of assertiveness,” he drawled mockingly, earning a yank on the sliver chain around his neck from Savannah, diverting his attention back to her admonition.
“Rohan.” She simply said, her message clear. He sighed, slightly irritated by his witty comeback getting shut down. He lowered his eyes slightly.
“Sorry, darling.” He said quietly, catering to her orders. He was by no means a submissive, but people like Savannah were not ones you wanted to argue with. Jameson chuckled again, shooting an ‘oh really?’ look his way. Rohan scowled back but then trained his focus back on his girlfriend, wrapped an arm around her waist and keeping her warm body close to his. These families were going to be the death of him, he could already tell. But her presence made such an outcome much more pleasing; he could live with that.
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infin1ty-garden · 8 months ago
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KANE (ANNIHILATION) FIC RECS
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Annihilation is a 2018 British-American science fiction psychological cosmic horror film written and directed by Alex Garland, loosely based on the 2014 novel of the same name by Jeff VanderMeer. The story follows a group of scientists who enter "The Shimmer", a mysterious quarantined zone of mutating plants and animals caused by an alien presence. Kane joins an expedition to investigate a strange alien field known as Shimmer.
other fic recs.
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IRREGULAR LOVE
Kane writes you a letter before his next mission and makes peace with the fact he probably won't return
by @spider-starry | angst, swearing & slight spoilers
FALLING LEAVES
Kane embraces the change of season but not without a little help
by @alwritey-aphrodite | fluff
TWO GHOSTS
You and Kane come to terms that he's changed after leaving Area X
by @alwritey-aphrodite | fluff & angst
SOULMATE
You get flowered tattoos wherever your soulmate receives a scar and meet your soulmate in an unexpected way
by @freelancearsonist | fluff
NOSTALGIA
Kane begins to remember something. (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Fusion + soulmates)
part 2 | part 3
by @onevolon | fluff & angst
FRIDAY THE 13TH
Kane being the superstitious person that he is decided to stay in for the day and makes you accompany him
by @alwritey-aphrodite | fluff
HOW KANE RE-FALLS IN LOVE
Kane falls in love with you once again
by @redeyerhaenyra | fluff
FALSE ALARM
Taking the dog out in the middle of the night isn't necessarily uncommon, but at the first sign of trouble, Kane jumps into action
by @the-butterfly-blues | fluff
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Thanks for reading!
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rocohen20 · 1 year ago
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Fic Rec: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Accidental Dating & Arranged Marriage
Fake/Pretend Relathionship
Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid
-Necessary Growing Pains, by liroa15, 17,926 words
[Available Podfic Version: [Podfic] Necessary Growing Pains, by Annapods, frecklebombfic (frecklebomb), 02:06:19 hours]
Connor lies about having a fuckbuddy to his ex-boyfriend and best friend Dylan in the hopes that he would stop nagging him. Leon volenteered to be said fuckbuddy, it leads to feeling.
I don’t tend to read about them, but I was pleasantly surprised by the story.
Quinn Hughes/Elias Petterson
-Last Christmas, by Mere_Sprite1847, 3,767 words
A cute little story about how Elias convinces Quinn to pretend being his boyfriend, after some misunderstanding from his parents' side.
Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin
-and there's always time to change your mind, by Nuanta, 40,451 words
Jamie is getting outed when a delicate picture is getting leaked. Tyler feels resposible to what had happened to him, and decides to help Jamie with the situation.
-[Podfic] Inhabit Every Feeling, by RsCreighton, 54:28 minutes
[Original Written Work: Inhabit Every Feeling, by hkafterdark, 8,541 words]
When Tyler visit Jamie in BC, Jamie finds out that Jordie told their parents that Jamie and Tyler were more than just friends, that leads to feelings.
-something good and right and real, by blamefincham and thistidalwave, 15,488 words
When Tyler is trying to get away with not bringing a plus one to a family member’s wedding, his mom comes to the wrong conclusion that he and Jamie are together. Tyler doesn’t want to break her heart, so of course he needs to bring Jamie with him to the wedding.
-take a deep breath and count back from ten (maybe you'll be alright), by cinderlily, 26,167 words
AU where They both are Buzzfid workers and they'd been selected to a "be married for a week" video.
- [Podfic] Do You Believe In Magic, by RsCreighton, 1:03:26 hours
[Original Written Work: Do You Believe in Magic?, by reallyyeahokay, 8,796 words]
After a magical accident that wrecked Jamie’s kitchen, Tyler had to lie in the investigation about the nature of his and Jamie’s relationship. Until the end of the investigation they need to fake a relationship.
Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews
-Marry Me A Little, by bessyboo and thisissirius, 154,842 words
After Patrick's latest antics Jonathan is trying to convince management not to trade him away. In pure desperation he may have lied about how he and Patrick were together for a while and wanted to marry each other.
-Tied if We Stay by Staraflur [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 03:01:14 hours
[Original Written Work is not available anymore]
Patrick by accident tweet publicly about the fact that he and Jonny are fucking. As a result of that management forces them to pretend that what they have with each other is romantically (and not just friends with benefits).
-Every Piece of Me and You, by thundersquall, 94,646 words
Patrick and Jonathan are friends with benefits for several years now, but when Patrick is knocked up and the media found out about it they agreed to fake a relationship and marry each other to save a media circus.
-Keep You On My Arm [PODFIC], by bessyboo, 39:17 minutes
[Original Written Work: Keep You On My Arm, by rsadelle, 6,732 words]
The team started to go to gay bars. Jonathan keeps pretending to be Patrick’s boyfriend.
-[Podfic of] our song is the way you laugh, by exmanhater, 59:06 minutes
[Original Written Work: our song is the way you laugh, by orphan_account, 9,951 words]
In order to get up on Sharpy, Jonny convinces Patrick to fake a relationship with him.
-we're looking for something dumb to do, by hatrickane (dandelionwhiskey), 13,551 words
The Arrangement AU. Jonathan's visa is about to be expired so he convinces his assistant to fake a marriage with him.
-perfect match, by thundersquall, 33,811 words
Patrick needs to find a plus one to Erica's wedding. With the advice of Sharpy he goes on this app that fixes people up to fake date with. There he finds the most gorgeous, handsom guy he ever met. He is kind of fucked.
This story was stuck at the back of my marked for later list for such a long time. Only recently I decided to finally give it a chance, and oh boy was I happy that I did it.
-Those Two Together, by dragons_and_angels, 13,772 words
Trevor thought that Patrick and Jonathan were dating. They didn’t want to let down the rookie, so they went along with it.
Patrick Kane/Abby Sharp/Patrick Sharp
-A Little Sincerity, by 7iris, 7,379 words
Sharpie tells Burish in desperation that he and Abby are having a thing with Kaner. In an attempt to make Burish belive in the lie the three of them are pretending to have a relationship together. Obviously it leads to feeling.
Prior to reading the story I didn’t expect to love this story and the three of them as much I did. Plus, the reading is so effortless.
Sidney Crosby/Patrick Kane
-Waking Up And I Don't Even Know My Last Name, by BoyGirlBothNoneImTheUniverse (orphan_account), 11,490 words
Patrick and Sidney are in love in an unrequired love with their respected teammate, and they each go to Vegas to drown their sorrows. Somehow they meet there and get drunk married. Now they need to stay married.
Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux
- i let you push all of my buttons (and you could push me off the edge all you like), by amiwastingmytime, 2,311 words
Claude incounter the rival beer-league captain of the other team. Next thing he knows Crosby is pretending that Claude is his new boyfriend infront of his ex.
-we weren't lovers like that, by whimsicalmeerkat, 13,262 words
After a fan post a picture of Claude and Sidney together, they start to fake a relationship. This leads to actually hooking up with each otger, an angry proposal and Claude slowly losing his mind.
Sidney Crosby/Marc-Andre Fleury/Veronique Fleury
-[Podfic] Where Else Would We Want To Go by Withershins, by brightnail, 39:19 minutes
[Original Written Work: Where Else Would We Want to Go, by withershins, 5,177 words]
Marc-Andre and Veronique had been fake-dating Sidney for the past three years. Each of them was fine with it, but when Kris stages an intervention about it the three of them needs to figure some stuff out. 
Sidney Crosby/Alexander Ovechkin
-[Podfic] If you want roses (I'll buy a bouquet) by Merryofsoul, by brightnail, 22:25 minutes 
[Original Written Work: If you want roses (I'll buy a bouquet), by merryofsoul, 3,457 words]
When the pens think that Sidney is dating Alex, Sidney and Alex decided to fake a relationship as a prank. 
Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin
-[podfic] Did you ever stop to love me, by Annapods, 02:38:01 hours
[Original Written Work: Did You Ever Stop To Love Me, by screamlet, 25,348 words]
Alex' ex outs him out, so Nicklas do the responsible thing and marry him.
I really liked Nicky in the story. He knew what he wanted and knew how to help Alex. Also I loved at the beginning the logistical stuff about citizenships and stuff.
-Holding Onto You, by somethingnerdythiswaycomes, 6,552 words
No player is excempt from the Vegas expansion, unless he is married. So in order to keep playing with each other, Nicky and Alex get married to each other.
Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin
-[podfic] The State of Marriage, read by lunchee (lunchee), 03:20:06 hours
[Original Written Work: The State of Marriage, by iBear, 28,243 words]
Evgeni gets outed during the off season in Russia, next thing he knows he fled the country back to Pittsburgh. During the process of making game plan, Sidney proposes the surprising thought out plan of marrying each other.
The relashionship of Evgeni with Russia is so interesting and heart breaking. This story is beautifally written.
Accidental Dating
Eric Stasl/Cam Ward
-No Foreign Lands, by go_gentle, 1,712 words
5+1 times that people thought that Eric and Cam are dating.
It's a short, fun story that I always have a nice time re-reading.
Carey Price/P.K. Subban
-Can I Draw You?, by LivinOnARarePair, 6,164 words
P.K. likes to draw Carey a lot, he doesn't realize it mean something.
Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews
-[Podfic of] let's make it plural, by exmanhater, 02:26:20 hours
[Original written work was deleted]
Patrick and Jonny were dating for ages, only they didn’t realize it.
-Shadows Settle on the Place (That You Left), by crankyrage, 7,246 words
Jonny somehow managed to break up with Patrick, even though they weren’t even dating. The story is about how he needs to deal with the repercussions.
-Today isn't my day to find you ( I'll be coming for your love, OK?), by Moonygirl, 3,042 words
Eveyone except Patrick knows that they’d been dating forever. Jonny deals with it by knitting.
-[Podfic] Kids Like You And Me, by Hananobira, 43:31 minutes
[Original written work had been deleted.
Alternate Podfic Version: Kids Like You And Me by Ohtempora [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 38:14 minutes]
5+1 players who are sure Kane and Toews are dating.
-Roommate Rings, by orphan_account, 6,360
Patrick's apartment is infested with cockroaches, so he needs a temporary place to stay at, que Jonny offering. Also, Patrick thought of the excellent idea of roommate rings.
It's a cute, easy to read story.
Patrick Kane/Tyler Seguin
-falling was the easy thing to do, by hishn_greywalker, 4,524 words
[Podfic Version Available: Podfic of falling was the easy thing to do by unperfectwolf, by NeuroticSquirrel, 23:12 minutes]
Tyler has a crush on Patrick in Biel which bleeds out to the rest of the season. Menawhile, Donna and Patrick's sisters welcome him to the family.
It's wholesome, and I liked the relationship of Tyler with each of the Kane Family.
Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin
-you haven't moved an inch, by blinkiesays, 7,301 words
Jamie slept with Tyler after a wild night out, it leads to a friends-with-benefits relationship...Well at least he thought it did.
-[Podfic] God, You Two Are So Married, by xan_reads (xancredible), 31:51 minutes
[Original Written Work: God, You Two Are So Married, by popfly, 3,900 words]
Everytime the team makes fun of them when they acting like a married couple they play along, until it seems too real.
-all i've kept within, lay before your eyes, by Menacherie, 2,922 words
Jamie buys Tyler a dog. Then he moves in with him.
It's a short, cute, domestic fic.
-different and the same, by Menacherie, 1,014 words
When Jordie makes a passing comment on their usual date night, Jamie start to reconsider things.
-O Holy Night!, by sadieb798, 2,279 words
During Casino Night their teammates talk to Jamie about his non-existense relationship with Tyler.
Danny Briere/Claude Giroux
-Only An Easy Game, by vamm_goda, 6,450 words
Claude is married to Danny and eveyone knows it. Well, except from Claude.
-settle down (you're not alone anymore), by hishn_greywalker, 8,696 words
After Danny's trade Claude finds out that in the eyes of the kids he was always listed as a step-dad. I really liked the family dynemic in this story.
Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin
-are you mine?, by scissorghost, 1,168 words
An off-handed remark from Tom made Nicklas to reavaluate the meaning of the weekly dinner nights with Alex.
Paul Martin/James Neal
-[Podfic of] Marriage is What Brings Us Together, by exmanhater, 17:08 minutes
[Origianl Written Work: Marriage is What Brings Us Together, by james, 3,175 words]
James finds out that he was somehow married to Paul. It leads to reevaluation of his life.
Arranged Marriage
Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews
-The Arrangement, by gloriousfaceduck, 47,694 words
Historical AU where Patrick marries Jonny to give his family a better faith. Now he needs to adjust to his knew life. 
-the promises you keep, by gasmsinc, 31,349 words
When Jonny finds out he was engaged to a stranger since he was a child, his life as a NHL player changes in more than one way. He isn’t sure if he likes it or not.
-A cute tumblr post, by Linsky
Jonny was always against his parents finding him a match, but now that he found someone perfect it’s even less apealling than before.
Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal
-Don't Go Breaking My Heart (I Couldn't If I Tried), by wantstothrill, 8,377 words
Jeff was never really interested in marriage, but when the eldest of the Staal family in making an offer to his family he finds himself agreeing  
Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovexhkin
-the washington royals, by screamlet, 44789 wprds
The Russian Monarch and the Swedish Monarch form a treaty that promise a future marriage between Prince Nicklas and Prince Sasha. I really liked the world building and the relationship between the two of them.
GOOD READING/LISTENING TO EVERYONE!
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Men's Hockey (RPF) fanfiction recs:
Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews [Part 2]
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"I'm beyond your peripheral vision (so you might want to turn your head)" 🔒 (E) by anonymous | 3,418 | It takes the combination of prospect camp, training camp, and their first week on the road together for Johnny to realize Patrick is his soulmate. The first person he calls is Dan.
"red lips, so kissable" 🔒 (E) by anonymous | 3,569 | When Pat had finally come to him with this after six months of dating without things imploding, he'd been hesitant. "I just.... I think about making myself pretty sometimes," he had said, blushing. "Like a girl."
"crash into me" (E) by fadeastride | 3,403 | And that’s not some chick. That’s fucking Pat.
"Make The Moves Up As I Go" 🔒 (E) by agirlnamedfia | 30,354 | Patrick has his first Econ 202 class on the second day of the spring semester. It doesn’t exactly go well.
"Sommeil" (M) by MJBadger | 1,622 | Jonny being weird about public bathrooms and lots of sleepiness.
"let it all unfurl" 🔒 (M) by poeelektra | 2,545 | "Brooklyn is not Bumfuck, Tazer. And, you know, irony noted, seeing as you're from Winnipeg." "Whatever," Jon says darkly, punching fists into his jacket pockets like there’s some satisfaction to be had in stressing the seams of their linings. He doesn't care where Brooklyn is—if it belongs to this city, he's already made up his mind about it. "You're paying for the cab ride. There and back." Sharpy just laughs like Jon has told a good joke. "Sure thing, Tazer."
"and it's over, and i'm goin' under" (E) by mockturtletale | 15,011 | And that’s the story of how Kaner finds himself slumping down to the floor against his best friend’s front door, shaking a little and half covered in goosebumps. Sporting a semi and fighting the urge to cry.
"kiss and tell" 🔒 (T) by sloom | 2,169 | “Trust me,” Sharpy says, “this will be good for you.” And then, he shoves Jonny into what appears to be a mostly empty coat closet and slams the door shut behind him. “What the fuck, Sharp!” Jonny calls, pounding at the door which is, of course, locked. “Enjoy your seven minutes in heaven, Tazer,” Sharpy singsongs. Then, the bare bulb mounted on the ceiling flares to life, illuminating one Patrick Kane. Fuck.
"i don't play hard to get (i play to get you hard)" 🔒 (E) by sloom | 4,666 | Jonny starts out in twink porn - of course he does, he’s nineteen, all big dark eyes and delicate features. He never planned on being a porn star, it just sort of happened. He got injured and lost his hockey scholarship and, well, everyone has their story about how they got into porn. Jonny needed the money. Simple as that.
"left standing in the wilderness downtown" 🔒 (M) by poeelektra | 4,051 | They’re friends, though that’s always felt like a watered-down word for what they are, teammates and halves of a whole and things that are too big for language. Jonny’s his person, is all.
"anxious like the ocean in a storm" 🔒 (M) by poeelektra | 4,169 | “Did you know Savvy and Larmer combined for 220 pts in ’87-’88? Last week I watched them pummel the North Stars, a 6-point night for Savvy, with a hat trick.” He leaves off how his eyes were glued to the screen watching the two of them, because Jonny has no poetry in his soul. It just made Patrick wonder—about their futures, if what everyone’s saying is true, what it’ll be like to go all the way like he thinks him and Jonny can do—and the wondering gave him goosebumps.
"Okay, So Now You're a Vegetarian" 🔒 (M) by anonymous | 33,854 | Patrick Kane secretly decides to go vegetarian. Jonathan Toews draws the wrong conclusions.
"Good Times Never Seemed So Good" (E) by juliusschmidt | 21,171 | Johnny is a miserable bastard. Kaner is a needy fuck. They are meant for each other and also for summer on Mackinac Island, fratbro paradise.
"Media Vita In Morte Sumus" 🔒 (T) by jezziejay | 2,556 | Life is standing on the observation deck of the surgical theatre when Death finds him. “Nobody called for the grim reaper,” Jon says without turning around. There’s a soft snicker from behind him. “I’m omnipresent, I don’t need to be called.”
"I Could Dream of Ways to See You, I Could Close My Eyes to Dream" (M) by Frosting50 | 2,686 | Jonny’s head falls back against the metal stall divider with a resounding thud. He keeps making these small punched out grunts, even as he bites his lips in an effort to keep quiet. He has zero desire to get caught by some homophobic Jets fan while he’s getting his dick sucked in the men’s room at the MTS Centre, but -- Jesus Christ -- this kid has a mouth on him.
"Go, Johnny, Go" (E) by juliusschmidt | 4,387 | Jonny gives Kaner a ticket. To the courthouse. Kaner gives Jonny a ticket. To the love shack hockey game.
"don't look up, down, or to the side" 🔒 (M) by hazel | 8,282 | His mom had told him not to fall in love with houses; so had his dad, made some crack about them being worse than women, son, while his mom fake-punched him in the arm and then added, "and like people, it's what's underneath that matters, Johnny." But this is the first house he's looked at that he's liked, though he doesn't know why: it's got narrow, pointy windows with stone pieces on the tops like eyebrows, and it sits between its larger, tidier, neighbours like a poor cousin. Johnny thinks it maybe just needs someone to love it; and then he thinks: fuck.
"Let It Be" (E) by juliusschmidt | 60,127 | There’s one person who knows more about Pat than Brisson, one person who’s closer to discovering Pat’s secrets than his mom, one person who always, always, calls bullshit on him: Jonathan Fucking Toews. And following the launch of the Sun-Times article, which runs with the unfortunate headline “Patrick Kane Admits He’s Not God,” Jonny does not disappoint.
"Power Balance" (E) by thisissirius | 13,476 | The body of the email just says, “don’t fuck seguin” because Jonny doesn’t know what capital letters are and he’s a controlling asshole even when he’s miles away, and attached to it is a spreadsheet that Patrick reluctantly opens. It’s color-coded with tabs and he’s not sure whether he wants to punch Jonny in the mouth or laugh in his face. Calling him in the middle of the airport is a really bad fucking idea and Patrick knows something about those, so he settles for sending Jonny a message. YOU SENT ME A JERK-OFF SCHEDULE FOR SWITZERLAND?!
"break me in" (E) by thundersquall | 5,386 | Today Patrick comes into the locker room, shrugs off his coat, and underneath he's wearing a fucking tight tee that clings to every dip and curve of his musculature. It looks fucking painted on, and the sight of it slams Jonathan like a puck to his face, stunning and somehow primal and just bordering on the edge of obscene, how good Patrick looks in that.
"the high road is hard to find" (M) by anonymous | 11,304 | Patrick guesses this is his “third strike, you’re out” in the Jonathan Toews friendship book and he doesn’t know how to remedy that. He doesn't think he deserves the chance, to be honest.
"you look so perfect" 🔒 (E) by tarcanza | 4,270 | His eyes land on Jonny, and his rage chokes in his throat. Dries right up and flips on a dime like a fucking chemical reaction. Jonny’s lying on his stomach in the middle of his bed, reading a book. He’s in nothing but those stupid, tiny black boxer-briefs, stretched tight over the swell of his ass. One side’s jacked, fabric pushed up so that his cheek’s just hanging out all casual, fucking taunting Patrick.
"easy does it" (E) by robokittens | 2,137 | Jonny tips his head forward, rests it against Patrick's shoulder. "You got this, baby," he whispers. "You can take this; you were made for it. Made for me." It doesn't even feel like dirty talk, just like the truth.
"The Scars That Words Have Carved" 🔒 (E) by Linsky | 15,694 | “Forgive me for asking, Peeks,” Sharpy says, slowly. “But did you just kiss our illustrious captain, here?” “Um.” Patrick’s not sure what this captain business is about, but: “Yes?” Jonny’s still staring at him like he’s grown four or five extra heads, and, okay. Patrick definitely read this wrong.
"Wide Eyes" (E) by Tedda | 44,832 | When he starts hooking up with Patrick, Jonny slowly begins to realize a few things about himself.
"a hot summer night" (E) by Tedda | 5,267 | Patrick arrives in Arizona on a hot summer night. He hasn't talked to Jonny in five years, and it would have felt weird to do it over the phone for the first time.
"Dress Well, Test Well" 🔒 (M) by Kerfluffle | 9,649 | A liberal arts college AU.
"Streets of Chicago" 🔒 (E) by TheNorthRemembers | 79,749 | Patrick is 29 years old when he finds out he is HIV positive. Patrick is 29 years old when he realizes that despite giving up everything for hockey, he still might lose it over one stupid mistake, one careless, reckless night.
"a hot summer night" (E) by Tedda | 5,267 | Patrick arrives in Arizona on a hot summer night. He hasn't talked to Jonny in five years, and it would have felt weird to do it over the phone for the first time.
"blue eyes, velvet lips" (E) by Tedda | 10,356 | Prince Jonathan finds a runaway slave. Clearly, the only solution is taking the boy home.
"Wide Eyes" (E) by Tedda | 44,832 | When he starts hooking up with Patrick, Jonny slowly begins to realize a few things about himself.
"The Scars That Words Have Carved" 🔒 (E) by Linsky | 15,694 | “Forgive me for asking, Peeks,” Sharpy says, slowly. “But did you just kiss our illustrious captain, here?” “Um.” Patrick’s not sure what this captain business is about, but: “Yes?” Jonny’s still staring at him like he’s grown four or five extra heads, and, okay. Patrick definitely read this wrong.
"It Must Be Something in the Water" 🔒 (E) by allthebros | 40,228 | After five years away, living on the west coast, coming to terms with his sexuality, Patrick comes back to his coastal hometown to be with his family again and to start working at his dad's dealership, determined to get his life back on track, to leave behind all emotional messes and complications. But on the first morning of his return he meets Jonny, his sister's new boyfriend, and falls hard in lust with him, throwing an enormous wrench in his plan.
"Sleepless in Chicago" 🔒 (E) by sahiya | 4,894 | “Babe,” Jonny said, “how long has it been since you slept?” “Three nights,” Patrick said.
"Muscle Stim" 🔒 (E) by sahiya | 7,672 | The last thing Patrick needed was a stupid crush on the dude whose job it was to get him back out on the ice as quickly as possible.
"Didn't Know That Was a Thing" 🔒 (T) by AnythingThrice | 1,303 | Patrick notices it as he's searching the shelves in Jonny's bedroom for Madden 08: a weird glass sculpture, glossy black with bands of a trippy, swirling white pattern that seem to sit just under the surface. He figures it for a knickknack at first, some art piece his decorator suggested or—more likely—one of those locally-and-sustainably crafted souvenirs Jonny tends to bring back from his vacations.
"Not Something You Rub in (Just) Anyone's Face" 🔒 (E) by AnythingThrice | 6,736 | "Don’t wanna talk about it," Patrick cuts in, voice firmer now. As far as he's concerned they'd done all the necessary talking back in April. Offseason rules – offseason lives – set and followed and fucking done. World Cup over. Summer gone. Long past time to get back to the good stuff: friendly ice, Blackhawks hockey and being first star in Jonny's eyes.
"Shitshow" 🔒 (E) by AnythingThrice | 19,989 | Jonathan thought they'd outgrown this. Or no, if he's being honest with himself, he thought Pat had outgrown it while he'd merely shoved it aside, banished it to the realm of things it didn't help to dwell on.
"Fill Up Your Mouth with Something Sweet" 🔒 (E) by Linsky | 3,904 | The amazing thing, Jonny reflects after a couple of months with the Blackhawks, is how Patrick Kane manages to be such a good hockey player and yet so wrong about everything.
"the whole of him" 🔒 (E) by allthebros | 2,258 | Patrick did nothing else for this moment but live with inconvenient erections since they talked about doing it, only showing up at Jonny’s door in sweats and a t-shirt and his morning-long semi he’d made sure to trap in the kind of tight underwear that would make Jonny proud. Well fine, Patrick also did some video research. Watching review tapes is important. But Jonny--fucking Jonathan Toews--he got ready for this.
"What It Means" 🔒 (T) by allthebros | 1,312 | They’ve never been like this with each other before. He doesn’t know if it’s the sun, being away from Chicago and their lives, or just them finally being able to have this, but it catches inside Jonny’s chest. Little swoops in his stomach that surprise him every time, make it hard to breathe.
"Tell the Stars I'm Coming Home" 🔒 (E) by allthebros | 15k WIP | Jonny and Patrick have three weeks left to live. Three weeks to find their way back to each other.
"La Piscine" 🔒 (E) by allthebros | 2,484 | Pat didn’t think it was possible, but if anything, Jonathan Toews has gotten hotter since Pat saw him last summer. It’s kind of a bummer that they don’t go to the same college, but Pat appreciates the surprise. He doesn’t know what’s in the water up there in Montreal, but God Bless Canada.
"S(t)ick" 🔒 (E) by allthebros | 2,842 | “What’s gotten into you, man,” Jonny says, softly. The ‘you’ is on Patrick's lips before he can realize he’s thought it, hysterical laugh bubbling into his throat at the cheesiness of it, the disgusting idiocy, but instead he says, “it’s this heat, man, I can’t—” Think. Sleep. Fucking drink a beer like normal. Look at Jonny and see what he used to see.
"Shawty With You" 🔒 (E) by allthebros | 6,764 | 5 times Pat and Jonny needed mistletoe to kiss, and one time they didn't.
"134 Days" 🔒 (E) by allthebros | 3,406 | It's been a long winter without him.
"Nothin' But Blue Skies" 🔒 (T) by allthebros | 2,708 | Perhaps the middle of Wisconsin wasn't the right place to tell Jonny.
"Sonoran" 🔒 (T) by allthebros | 2,177 | Somewhat newly retired, Patrick makes his way to Arizona where Jonny's ostensibly getting his own shit together. It's summer in the desert, and it's been too long since they've seen each other.
"Just to Break My Own Fall" 🔒 (M) by Linsky | 9,092 | Patrick used to play a game with himself, when he was younger and considerably dumber: see how close he could get to Jonny, for how long, and not do anything to give himself away.
"trouble when you walked in" (T) by tourdefierce | 2,253 | The only thing more confusing than Twitter is Patrick Kane. Thankfully, Pat keeps Jonny busy enough that the former doesn't even matter.
"farmer au" (E) by anonymous | 13,940 | “No offense, man, but who steals a bunch of corn? It’s not really in short supply around here?” “It’s or-gan-ic,” Jonny says, pointedly drawing out each syllable. Deputy Kane clearly doesn’t fucking get it. His corn is probably full of pesticides and fertilizers.
"Loosen Up My Buttons (Babe)" (E) by tourdefierce | 4,848 | Tazer is always pushing him to be better—little psycho that he is—so it doesn't surprise Pat when he finds himself looking at a too tense, wound up Jonny and saying to himself, "Someone needs to fuck that douchebag silly". And then obviously high-fiving himself because heyoh, that's totally his job.
"High and Tight" (E) by tourdefierce | 2,609 | Jonny Toews gets a hair cut.
"the quiet between us" 🔒 (M) by tarcanza | 13,852 | There are screams. Thousands of them. Thousands of people. Claps, chants, cheers of victory. It should be loud. But it’s not. Here with his face hidden in the curve of Kaner’s neck, it’s not. There’s only Kaner. And Jonny wrapped around him, never letting go.
"(All My Life I've Been) Burdened by the Dreams" 🔒 (E) by Linsky | 30,170 | Patrick has two goals for himself when he comes to Chicago: Win the Stanley Cup. And don’t let anyone find out he’s a wolf.
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perfectly-clear-from-here · 1 year ago
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inhaler chapter 4 is up now!!
Chapter 4. anticipation has a habit Fandom: The Last Shadow Puppets, Arctic Monkeys Rating: Mature Relationships: Miles Kane/Alex Turner Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, pre-TAOTU, miles has insomnia, Slow Burn, Lots of denial, Light Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Mutual Pining, Drunkenness
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“Mate, could those jeans get any tighter?” A lad in the crowd hollers at Miles's skin-tight white denims.
“Course you’d like to know, wouldn’t ya?” Miles jests, followed by the chorus of girly giggles and rough whistles. The frisson of the party starts to settle into his bones.
“Ah don’t worry ‘bout that, ‘m sure they’ll be off before the end of t’night,” Matt assures them with a grin. “Ain’t that right Alex?” Alex forces an elbow into Matt’s ribs, but he might as well just be adding a bathtub worth of fuel to the fire. "Aye don't think your bloody oglings going unnoticed, 'nd I've only been here five seconds!"
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alannacouture · 1 year ago
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Guess who decided “Christmas in July” is an actual holiday just for an excuse to write a Bellarke Christmas fic? 
 Yeah, I have a Bellarke Holiday fic problem, I know. Aaaanyway, you should totally come read it! It’s part 3 of my Bellarke Parenthood series, inspired by a comment from the amazingly fantastic @kateschechterxthorwasmyfirstotp to finally see Bellamy & Clarke confront Abby & Kane over the type of holidays they want for their daughter. It’s a little more angsty than the Mother’s Day & Father’s Day fics, but still full of fluffy Bellarke family goodness! So
please come read (& comment, because nothing makes me happier & I’m not ashamed to beg) â„ïžđŸŽ„â˜ƒïžđŸŽ
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dietmountaindewbae · 2 years ago
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iv. cigarette breath
alex turner x reader 
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word count: 3016
summary: During a rehearsing session, you and (early eyct) Alex test each other to the limit.
warnings: smut
song recommendation: angel by massive attack
âœ§ïœ„ïżœïżœ: *✧:*⋆ ✧: *✧:*⋆ 
Sitting on the corner with amps piled high Alex saw the last person on earth that he wanted to see, she was playing a sweet melody that immediately turned bitter when he closed the door shut making a lot of noise.
"Hey" You whispered, still concentrating on the variation you were playing, it was nice very soft, and you thought it accommodates the mood of the day, slow but bright, "Where's the rest?"
"Well... The girls' flight got delayed, and Miles had an interview today he's flying here on Wednesday...you're stuck with me" He shoot a cigarette from the box directly to his mouth, you nodded and kept playing around with the guitar, "Oh, so you don't talk now" He walked closer staring at you up and down arms crossed and his dark shady gaze, you tried to ignore him but then he unplugged your guitar abruptly.
"Hey! what the fuck is wrong with you?" You tried to grab the plug from the ground but he grabbed it first, lifting it from the air, now it was your turn to cross your arms, "I thought a nod was a good answer, Alex, can you stop being a prick for a moment now please?" You never really understood why you and Alex annoyed each other that way, you were like two little kids who pulled each other's hair or stole their toys just to have a piss but they always ended up with a sour look spread on their faces.
"See, we're gonna be stuck together so let's try to get along for once" He lowered the guitar plug to your reach, you were about to grab it but he pulled his hand back, "Do we have a deal love?" He accentuated love with such hypocrisy that it made your eyes roll.
"Yes, Alex" This time you grabbed the plug but he ruined your moment so you put the guitar aside.
"Very well!" He clapped his hands, "Can you play the bass and the drums I'll take care of the rest" He grabbed the red and black Jazz master you were playing a few minutes ago and you took your place on the drums, Alex fixed the mic stand, "Let's practice a bit before we start so you know...we can get on the same lane"
"Asshole," You said under your breath.
"What?"
"I said sure!" You smiled brightly at him.
"Right, let's start with used to be my girl, and get that look out of your face, you can get wrinkles" He turned around and winked his eye, the cigarette he had on his mouth was carefully hung between the strings on the neck of the guitar, you began to count, you still had a frown on your face even angrier now, you wanted to throw the stick at his head but of course, you didn't wanna ruin his slicked-back long hair, or hurt his painfully sharp jaw.
A few miserable minutes after the song finished, you kept rehearsing more songs, alternating the drums or the bass, sometimes the guitar and piano, but mainly the drums, you got a few compliments from him, and he stated that your guitar playing wasn't as miserable as your face.
"Alex, baby," You said with gratitude, "Can you stop?"
"Stop what? The hips?, you know that's nearly impossible" He swung his hips with that sassy attitude, making you giggle but very subtly, "Is that the glorious sound of laughter I just heard from you?" He turned around on his feet so dramatically, eyebrow curved and you hid your smile.
"No, it was just the sound of disgust, now please let's just continue"
"Nah, let's just take a break for a few" He sat on the couch putting the guitar aside, spreading his legs like he owned the whole couch.
"You want a beer?"
"Now you're talking babe, bring 'em" He drawled, babe my ass, you quickly went to the fridge cracking up the bottles with a knife, I mean...who does he think he is to call you babe? your boyfriend or what? you were far from being his babe, very fucking far from...
"Fuck!" You grunt in pain after the edge of the knife scrapped the back of your hand, you turned the water tap on, washing your hand off, a bit of the blood that came off.
"Who said fuck? I'm here oh...fuck, you can't even open a beer for fucks sake" He chuckled, and you glanced at him with such anger his smile went south, "Reyt you know..."
"Take the beer Alex, is just a small cut" You insisted and he stared at you, exhaling loud.
"Let me help you, there's a first aid kit on here" He got on his knees opening up the lower cabin, "Here it is" You could see part of his Calvin Klein underwear as he stretched his back to grab it, he got up from the floor fixing his hair back with his fingers, he turned off the water and walked with you to the couch, "I'm gonna take some alcohol and then just put a band-aid on it, it will be fast" He took the cap out of the bottle and grabbed your other hand.
"I don't need you to hold my hand you know that" He grabbed it a bit stronger, not letting it go, "I'm not gonna cry I'm not a baby"
"But you act like one" He put the alcohol on your hand, making it sting but your face was serious, then he grabbed a cotton ball and took out the excess with it, lightly tapping your skin, "Tough girl, aren't you?"
"Don't call me baby, I'm not your baby"
"Never said you were...but you could" He always made you roll your eyes, his voice sometimes sent shivers across your body but you hid them very well or so you thought, "All done"
"Good" He finished putting a band-aid on your hand, "Thanks," You said a bit grateful for it, after all, he did help you.
"And that's progress, you're welcome" He gave you his beer and grabbed the other one from the kitchen, "But you know, it is kinda nice to see you smile, just a bit" He chuckled smiling from the side.
"Thanks?" He offered you a cigarette from his red Marlboro box, you smiled and grabbed one, you lit your cig with his silver zippo, and he put another one in his mouth, making little circles with the cigarette smoke as he exhaled, "How do you do that? I always wanted to learn how to do it"
"Circles? Well it's easy you put your lips together and move your throat, kinda like giving a blow" You faked a laugh while Alex smiled, you took a long drag, putting your lips together and moving your throat as he said, circles forming with the smoke, "You're an expert" You cough and laugh at the same time.
"Fuck off" You chuckled.
"You are" His arms extended his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder, "I'm an expert on something similar" You scoffed and rolled your eyes. What did he mean by that? You knew what his words meant but why was he saying that to you? he was looking at you up and down, checking you out.
"Nah, don't play those games with me" He licked his lips before moving closer to you.
"And why is that, babe?" That drawl he made with his tongue whenever he called you baby made you feel something this time, your body was drowned to his, and his the same way around, each time getting closer.
"'Cause I might beat you in it" Your face was inches apart from his, you could see it in his eyes, that spark of lust lit up from the darkest part of his heart, his fingers drew circles on your thigh, each time going higher and higher, you never thought you would say this ever, "Wanna play with me?" You whispered on his lips, and his hands took a hold of your neck like a perfect necklace.
"I'll play with you" His lips pressed against yours gave you a rush of ecstasy, and you shivered, gasping for air as you kissed him roughly, you quickly undid his belt but he was faster to take your little denim shorts off, and his hand traveled up your back taking your bra off in the blink of an eye, God was he greedy.
His body weight on top of yours made you lay down on the couch, you were almost naked, your pink bra barely hanging onto your chest since he had already taken out your shirt, he was fast to get you naked, and he began to decent so slowly, this time he took your bra out taking one of your tits in his mouth nibbling and sucking your nipple, while he kneaded the other one in circles, moans dared to escape your mouth and your legs rubbed together but he was a hungry beast, he separated them with his knee pushing upwards, his fingers sneaking and creeping inside your panties, you could already feel him so hard underneath his jeans, at the same time you unbuttoned his skin-tight jeans you felt his fingers teasing your clit, "I guess I'm gonna win, you're too weak for it, I bet you already fantasized about me fingering you like this, do you touch yourself at night think bout me, babe?" Your cheeks blushed so hard at the way he said these honest words, your body answered before your mouth did, a rush of wetness damped his fingers, but you didn't want him to win so easily, you had to make it harder, to make him harder.
"And you? You don't jerk yourself off thinking about me? Getting on top of you, watch me take you deep, bet you are the one who fantasized about this moment"
"And I bet you can feel how hard me cock gets for you" You gasped when he pushed two fingers inside you, "So tight, bet you can take me whole" You were so close by now it was almost embarrassing how this man could make you finish in just five minutes, so before things came to an end for you, you wrapped your legs around him, pushing him forward almost falling off the couch but he held you tightly to his body, "Fuck I almost won"
"Almost pretty boy, but it's not over yet..." You panted.
"It's just beginning" He finished your words, it's fun to play with him, and mostly how you let him play with you thinking it was so easy and he would win at the very beginning, but it was time for you to grab the freak by the leash, he took his jeans off and while he kicked his black Chelsea boots off, the tip of your cherry red nails caressed his skin, you stroked his cock running your fingers all across him, you felt how big he was, but when you took him out your face was pure shock, but you still smiled to him.
"Too big for you?" He teased, his thumb stroking your cheek, your hand grabbed his hand and you took his middle finger inside your mouth, fiddling with the ring on his pinky, as you sucked it.
"I'm a big girl" You began to stroke him slowly, your thumb going in circles on his head, "Is this how you do it?"
"Feels good, doll" He was breathing so heavily, his cock hardening with each stroke, he stared at you, just admiring your face for a couple of moments, he knew he liked your blushed cheeks, your long arms, the small curve on your waist, your hips, the thighs, and especially that look on your face as you stroked his cock, he hated to like you so much, and you hated to like him the same way.
You pushed your underwear to the side, and rubbed the tip of his cock on your clit in small circles, your moans mixing with his, "You didn't answer me though", You panted, "Is this how you jerk off thinking bout me?" He grinned and his cheeks blushed, but as he opened his eyes he looked at you taking your hand away for a moment, he put his hand on his cock.
"You wanted to know, so now you'll see" He began to move his hand up and down very slowly, teasing himself but it only lasted for some minutes until he increased his pace, the veins of his neck, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his messy long sweaty hair, the sighs, his cigarette breath, it all piled up making you get up on your knees and show him how you do it.
You gathered up your wetness and began to rub your clit in circles, your knees felt very weak as he jerked his cock off faster with angst, "You never looked so beautiful" He said, he stared at your hand moving at the same speed as his, "God if you could only know the things I would do to you"
"If you want me, show it to me" He pushed himself up, looping his arm around your waist, your knees on the cushions, and his hand gripped your wrists back he put your hair on the right side of your neck, his hot breath tickling your ear, his lips began to suck on your neck your legs unconsciously rubbing together, nipples hard you bet you were already dripping wet as he exhaled leaning in to whisper something on your ear, "I'm not gunna holdback babe, just want you to know, that I want you so bad" Your heart was gonna beat out of your chest as he said those words, his hand gripped your ass very tightly taking you by surprise, he pushed himself inside you so deep it made your legs shake, "Come on baby, don't let your knees give up so easily" At this point, you couldn't form a sentence, it was only his name that you could say as he thrusts so hard inside you, skin on skin you felt his chest was covered in a cold sweat, his hips pushing forward your body harder until he stopped for a moment to breathe.
"Keep... g-going," You said between breaths, "Alex keep going" he smiled, his hand whipping your tears away, but you kept looking at him hopelessly.
"Is it too hard for you babe?" You denied with your head, "Good"
"Not hard enough" You panted, he decided to show you what hard is, so this time he picked you up from the couch, back pressed against the wall, he picked your legs up slipping his cock inside you with no struggle, one hand on the wall the other grabbing your ass so hard, your body jumped up each time he fucked you each time deeper and harder, making sounds when your skin collided with his, your fingers intertwined on the back of his head, the look on his eyes made you shiver, "Alex I'm gonna..."
"Come with me, smother me cock with your cum", He speeds up smiling as he saw your eyes roll back, your nails digging into his strong shoulders, he made that tingle spread up in your whole entire body, but somehow you wanted more so you pushed your hips forward as best as you could, "Love I'm gonna cum inside you if you don't stop"
"I want it you know I do," He thought about it for two seconds, smiling because he never thought this would happen, you always begged for him to stop with his jokes now you're begging him to not stop and to finish inside you.
"Show me how much you want it" He held you in his arms, still buried inside you, he sat on the couch you were fucking before, your hips rolled back and ford slowly, you were trying to catch your breath, he smiled to himself because he liked how you were struggling to move, he fucked you up, and he truly did, your mascara was runny, your lips made a red pout, your chest the same color as your red nails, he decided to help you grind your hips against his body, he knew it would only take a few grinds before he was completely done because, in the same way, you fucked him up too.
"Come on, give it to me," You said in despair, repeating those words over and over again, holding on to the couch, grinding your hips harder and harder against him, until he lifted his hips up feeling your walls being covered in his cum, "Fuck" You breathed out, Alex was panting just like you were when he was fucking you up against the wall, his cheeks red, and his jaw twitching, his lips dry, still sweating cold, when you felt him come down from his high, you kissed him passionately, and he gave it back but this time a sweeter, it was a true honest kiss, not meant to provoke him, it's something your heart told you to do, he laid you down on the couch hugging you close to him.
You were slowly drifting off to sleep until he poked your shoulder, "I'm craving an ice cream sandwich, wanna come to get some with me?" You burst into laughter, making him smile, nudging his nose on your cheek.
"Are you laughing cos I said cum?"
"Nooo! But that makes it funnier" You giggled, and smile brightly at him, caressing his cheek with your thumb, his hand slipped to hold yours and kiss your palm, "You know what? I do wanna get some"
"Get some what exactly?" His eyebrows jumped up and down.
"You're dirty" He nudged his head to the side, "You do want more?!" You said in utter shock.
"I mean, after the ice cream sandwiches, I could be down for another round if you insist" That cheeky side of his began to grow on you, it annoyed you before but now it makes you giggle.
"Fine then, but you drive I'm too tired"
"And your legs don't work"
A/N
Thank you for reading, and thank you for all of the love you give to my writing, i appreciate very much, if you have requests for more chapters feel free to comment them or text me privately, it’ll take a little bit for me to post them since i have other chapters scheduled to post before them but i’m 100% working on them! love you <3
what do we think about shorter stories?
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secretly-a-catamount · 10 months ago
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I don’t know if anyone else will care about this, but I’ve been rolling an idea for an Riorden-verse AU in my head and I thought you guys might like it?
So the idea is that basically Annabeth Chase has a permanent facial disfigurement (because I think we need more representation in that area for heroes, not just villains).
This AU would come in two different variants, depending on the fact that i’ve already written one of these and I’m currently going to start writing the second one, The Scar (which is mostly about Luke parallels) and The Poison/Acid Scars (which is mostly Percabeth angst).
So yeah, I’m not sure if any of you guys would be interested in reading any of those? đŸ€·â€â™€ïž
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dandelionfairies · 2 years ago
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Four Years (Kane/Toews)
Title: Four Years
Rated: M
Summary: Patrick knows he shouldn’t go to Jonathan, but he can’t stop himself.
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megamindsecretlair · 5 months ago
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Cold on Me, Part 2 - Final
Pairing: David Kane x Atlantean!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Plot with smut, cursing, fingering (female receiving) , teasing, orgasm denial, PIV, dirty talk, Atlantean reader. Established relationship.
Summary: On a mission to recover an artifact sacred to your people, you journey through Rome to meet up with your contact. When David steals the very item you came to collect, you make a plan to retrieve it. You never could trust easily.
Word Count: 4,494k
A/N: Sorry it's been so long, my loves. But I finally circled back to David. He's a hard character for me to get down, but I'm with it. Toss a coin to your blogger with a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.
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You waited until much further in the night before turning on the tracking device in your bag. You made it to one of the safe houses stashed around the surface world, for you and your sisters to conduct business when need be. 
You cleaned yourself up and changed into something more flexible. You wore an all black ensemble to help you blend into the night time. It was so dark here. Back home, you were never without some source of color or light. You missed it. You missed home. But you could not return home without the artifact. 
You were still fuming about David’s betrayal but you couldn’t fault a shark for baring its teeth. You sipped on water while you waited for the contraption to pinpoint his location. He was still in Rome, on the far edges of the city. Far from any kind of water source. He was learning.
You huffed as that eliminated a few of your plans for getting the knife back and returning to the water. You looked up the coordinates. He was in an abandoned warehouse. Your fingers flew over the keys, zooming in or out, studying the layout wherever you could. 
Why the hell would he go there? What was his goal? Why wasn’t he in the air, flying to a rendezvous point? 
You didn’t like this. Not one bit. But if it were a trap, it was a piss poor one. You gathered your weapons. A blaster from Atlantis and your dagger, a gift from the Elder when you graduated to become a Collector. You grabbed a few more items, just in case.
Satisfied, you left the apartment under the cover of midnight. There were less people out now. Less cars on the road or people spilling out of restaurants. Less tourists. Speed was the name of the game so you would take your bike, but keep it under the speed limit. At least, until you made it to the more industrial side of the city. 
The helmet went on smoothly as you fired up your bike and pulled away from the curb. You let the rumbling of the engine beneath you settle your nerves. You were not going to let him play you like that again. You would remain strong. No matter what he tried to say. That
part of your life was over. What you shared was over. Buried at the bottom of the unforgiving sea. 
Out of the inner city, you increased your speed and didn’t let up until you arrived at the warehouse. It looked familiar. Something about the shape of it, the placement of a particular beam, tickled your memory. 
You got off of your bike, taking off your helmet, and shaking out your hair as you glanced at the building. Why did this place seem familiar?
You knew you were wasting too much time standing outside of the building, but there was no sign of David. No car or motorcycle of his own. No sign that anyone was around. You debated on if it was worth going inside. For all you knew, he found the bug anyway and left it here while he was in a different city by now. 
But you had to at least follow all of the clues to the end. You secured your helmet to the back, keeping a watchful eye out for anything amiss. The abandoned yard had cracks in the ground, wild weeds and grass growing in between. The railing was filthy, caked up with layers of grime, gum, and who knew what else.
You took the short steps to the door and inspected it. Nothing out of the ordinary. Still, you took out your blaster and tested the door. It was open. Warning bells went off in your head. This was too easy. Too simple. Too mundane for the likes of David Kane. 
You were a daughter of Calypso, you better act like it.
You steeled yourself and opened the door, sweeping both sides with your blaster. There were no tricks. Inside, the corridor was dark. The red exit sign above the door illuminated enough of the space to determine that you were in some kind of office area. 
You took slow, measured steps towards another door. There was a window cut into it that overlooked a wide open space, filled with hundreds of empty shelves. You looked as best as you were able, searching for any sign of David. 
Seeing nothing, you entered the room, blaster still at the ready though you were starting to feel silly. If David had a trick up his sleeve, some dastardly plan, you couldn’t see it. Couldn’t anticipate what it was he had planned.
You swept across the room, going down aisle after aisle. Curiosity got the best of you as you passed by box after box. You stopped, using your left hand to open it while your right hand kept your blaster at the ready.
Inside the box, there was a funny looking mask. Painted in shades of red, blue, and orange, it looked old. Sacred. Realization dawned as you looked around with renewed interest. This was one of David’s storage facilities. Where he kept the spoils of his pirating.
Heat burned in your chest. Anger rising like the tide that he thought he could sell the Atlantean artifact. To some useless businessman who’d brandish it like a child playing with a toy. No respect.
Your teeth ground together as you moved deeper into the warehouse. It was becoming more and more apparent that you weren’t going to find him. You made it to the end of the last aisle, having peeked into more boxes. Jewelry, weapons, masks, pottery. There was nothing that his ass didn’t try to take.
Up ahead, there was a set of stairs that led to an office. Probably for the manager or something. The light was on and you could just make out a figure. If it was David, he either didn’t see you or was waiting for you.
You took the stairs quietly anyway. At the top, the door was cracked open as David sat in a chair, facing away from you. The room looked like an ordinary office, complete with a desk, bookshelves, chairs, and a sofa. 
No personal touches were left in the room, save for a stress ball on the desk. You nudged the door open and trained your blaster on David’s head. To his credit, he only lifted his hands.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show,” he said.
You pushed the blaster into his head, making him bow forward. “I should kill you for what you did,” you said.
“For taking the knife or not finishing you off?” He asked. Only David could sound so fucking smug while a gun was on him. 
“Please, that was nothing to write home about,” you said and rolled your eyes.
“So the moans
were, what? For my benefit?” He asked.
“You seemed like you needed the ego boost,” you said.
David laughed and finally turned in his seat. You took a step back, staring down the length of the blaster. David looked at the weapon, but then flicked his eyes back to you. He smirked. “You were always a bad liar.”
“What the fuck is this, Kane? Why are you playing these games?” You asked.
David held up his hands, showing you that he was weaponless. He could still have a gun hidden somewhere. As if he could read your thoughts, he sighed. “You welcome to search me,” he said and winked at you. 
You sighed through your nose. He was infuriating. Childish man. You didn’t dignify his words with a response. 
“Where’s the knife, Kane?” You asked. 
David didn’t let his smirk falter as he stood up. He kept his hands palm side up, but brought it closer to his sides. “Close. Safe.” 
“It doesn’t mean anything to you. You can’t even sell it on the market.”
“That’s not why I took it,” he said. 
“Then why?” You wanted to shout. To scream. To hit him. His arms were longer and he would just best you again, super strength or not. You didn’t want to break him. You just wanted to be done with him. 
David licked his lips at your question, face softening. “I had to make you see. If I told you I’ve changed, you’d never believe me. Do you remember this place?” 
Oh yeah, you remembered. You remembered that nearly a year into your dalliance with him, he trusted you with this place. He thought you shared a love of artifacts. He thought you’d be impressed by his “collection”. You were not. You ripped him a new one. 
It wasn’t a secret that he was a pirate. He told you as much when you first met. In fact, you were here under similar circumstances, recovering a plate that belonged to Atlantis when you ran into him. The danger, the intrigue, the meet ups were all so exciting at first. But that argument spelled the beginning of the end for you.
You couldn’t see past his greed. When would enough be enough? When would he be satisfied with his hoard? Satisfied with the money he made? Satisfied with himself? 
You only narrowed your eyes but David nodded. “Remember how full this place used to be? I had a pretty good operation here. Rome was critical to my business. Now look at it. Really, look.” He pointed out of the windows, down at the floor. Down to the aisles where you had searched through boxes.
“Some I’ve tried to return to where they really belonged. Some I’ve sold to fund my research into who should really own these items. Some can’t be returned yet. But I’m working on it,” he said.
You glanced at the floor below but immediately returned your eyes to him. You didn’t trust him. You didn’t trust his words. For all you knew, he moved his operation to a different warehouse in a different city. 
“What do you want, a cookie? I want what you stole from me so I can leave,” you said. 
“Can you acknowledge that I’m trying?”
“You did this for you. Don’t try to put it on me,” you said.
“I did this because you were right. This stuff isn’t important anymore. I just want you. I should have never let you go in Miami,” he said.
Just saying the name hurt you as if he had stabbed you in the chest. You didn’t want to think about that. Didn’t want to think about the hurt in his eyes as you jumped into the water and vowed never to speak to him again. 
“I mean, think about it. I thought I’d never see you again. Why would I bother with this? Seeing you tonight was unexpected but I knew that if I could just show you
” 
You sucked your teeth. Your arm was starting to cramp from keeping it in this position. You lowered the gun but you kept it pointed at him. He took that as a sign to lower his arms to his sides. You watched for any signs of betrayal, any hint of deception.
He used to be so easy to read. Full of life and energy, David was always quick with a word or a kiss. You glanced at his lips. David took one step closer and you lifted the blaster. If he couldn’t get close, he couldn’t confuse you. 
David pushed on, stepping closer until his chest was flush with the blaster. “Hand over the knife and maybe I’ll think about believing you,” you said. 
This was nuts. It took a year to get close to him, to feel any type of connection with him. In the years since you’ve seen him, you learned to forget what he looked like fresh from a shower. What he smelled like when he was wrapped around your body. The sound of his heartbeat as you fell asleep beside him. Now, in his presence, you were right back to the thick of it. As if you had merely suppressed the emotions. Cast aside the memories.
It all came flooding back, confusing you. Distracting you. You pushed him with the end of your blaster until he held up his hands again. David had his own agenda and he was not going to give you what you were looking for. Not until his goal was achieved. 
If you were an ancient artifact, where would you be? David wouldn’t be stupid enough to have it in a place he couldn’t get to easily. Somewhere near his person but not on it. The room had plenty of places to hide such a small thing. 
“Just tell me if I have any chance at all. If there’s any part of you left that cares about us,” he said. 
David was good. But not that good. At the mention of the knife, his eyes darted to the right. For the briefest of moments. You sighed and holstered your blaster. Your arm was getting tired anyway. If he was going to harm you, he would have done it already. 
“You really want to start this again? You really want to go back to the fighting, the differing ideologies, the fact that I live in the ocean?” You asked. 
David nodded once. “I’ll take all of that over all the money in the world,” he said. 
You sighed, regarding him. You let yourself remember. Remember his voice. The subtle growl in his throat when he first slid inside you. You bit your lip, getting closer to him. He wore black jeans and a black T-shirt. You placed your hand on his chest. Let the warmth seep from him. 
He tilted his head at you. You pushed on his chest, walking him backwards. He lifted an eyebrow at you, not quite trusting what you were up to. 
“Do you mean it?” You asked softly. You looked into his eyes. He nodded once again, his jaw flexing.
“Then kiss me and make me believe it,” you said. 
With no hesitation, David captured your lips with his own. He cradled your head in his hands, holding you exactly where he needed you. You moaned into his mouth, hands flying to his belt. You toyed with the hem of his shirt, grabbing at the hard expanse of his chest. 
David sighed against your lips. He kissed just like you remembered. Like you truly were the only thing in his life that he wanted. Needed. You took hold of his jeans, unbuttoning, and pulling his zipper down. He groaned, tried to break the kiss to see what you were doing.
You closed the distance once more, smashing your lips together. You palmed his fat dick, feeling it twitch beneath your hand. 
“You sure?” He asked.
You pulled away to look at him. Nodded. “I’ve never been more sure,” you said. You gave him a small smile. 
David grinned and returned to kissing you, renewing with an increased fervor as if he held himself back before. You walked with him until he hit the chair he was previously in. You pushed him to sit down. He flopped with a smirk on his face. 
You made a show of getting to your knees. David caressed your face, thumb tracing the line of your lips before pushing his thumb inside your mouth. You sucked greedily, offering him a little moan. 
He groaned and then removed his hand so that he could take off his shirt. Your eyes lit up as you got a closer look at his chest. He kept up with working out. Or maybe pirating kept him that well in shape. 
“Missed the fuck outta this,” he groaned. His eyes were half mast. Drunk on lust. Consumed by it. 
You rubbed his thickening bulge with one hand while you extracted your cuffs with the other hand. David was too blissed out to notice. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open as you pleasured him over his storm gray briefs. He gripped the arm rest giving you the perfect opportunity to cuff him to it.
Hearing the clink, David’s eyes flew open. He tugged on the cuff as he looked at you with horror in his eyes. You wrestled with his other arm, kneeing him close to his groin as you pinned it to the other armrest and cuffed that one as well. Knowing him, he probably should be restrained by his legs as well.
But you didn’t have time. He’d find a way to escape soon. You only hoped that you were back on your bike before then. 
“What the hell!” He growled. 
You smirked. “Gotcha bitch,” you said and flipped him off. You walked away from him, searching the file cabinets, desk drawers, and bookshelf for the knife. He wouldn’t keep it on him. That would be too stupid. And one thing David was not, was stupid. No matter how much you wished he was.
“Let me go,” he growled.
You hummed to yourself as if you had all the time in the world. But in reality, your nerves were shot. Getting close to him like that made you feel icky. Like you used him. He used you first, but even that was a cold comfort. 
Pulling out the ratty desk chair, you searched for hidden compartments. You felt along the underside of the desk, hand ghosting along a button. You pressed it. A soft popping noise alerted you to the secret drawer beneath the desk.There, in all its glory, was the death ritual knife. 
You sighed in triumph and opened the bag to reveal the knife still wrapped in its cloth. “Why didn’t you just tell me that I had no chance? I would have given you the knife.” 
You looked at David. He didn’t even look that angry anymore. You zipped the bag up, and slung it around your shoulders.
“No, you wouldn’t have.”
“Do you really think I’m a monster? That I’m not truly capable of loving you?” He asked.
It took effort, but you finally looked at him. Really looked at him. “I think you loved me once upon a time. But I’m not sure if you loved me or what I could do for you.” 
“How could you say that?” David’s voice cracked as he looked at you, jaw slack, eyes wide. Was this just an act? Was he serious? It was so hard to tell with him. 
“Do you remember what you said to me? That you’d rob the world blind if it meant that you got yours. That doesn’t leave a whole lot of room in your heart for anything else!” You didn’t mean to shout. But you never truly did get that closure you needed from years ago. “I trusted you. I loved you! I loved you with everything I had in me. But you were never going to stop. You just expected me to follow you to the ends of the earth with no consideration of how I felt. Like I was some prized pony that gave you clout. You had a real live Atlantean on your arm. You loved parading me around!” 
“Because I was proud of you! Of you! Because I felt so damn lucky to be with you that hell yeah, I wanted the world to know it! Let somebody say something! I would have burned everything down for you!” 
You
did not have anything to say to that. Your mind raced back to every interaction you had. Every time he introduced you. At the time you felt like a trophy. Was he really that damn proud at the time? 
“You were always showing me off. Even when I wanted to stay in,” you said. 
“I wasn’t perfect. Was there a part of me that liked having a super girlfriend? Yes. But I swear to you, all I wanted was you. You leaving
it just made me realize that I didn’t only want the money.” 
Your hands shook at your sides. The endless screaming matches. The lectures. You were no picnic either. Picking at this filthy world with its stale air, weird food, and strange customs. You were miserable because you missed home. But you did feel loved in his arms for a while. For a while at least.
“It doesn’t matter,” you said, looking away from him. Even if you wanted, you couldn’t go back and change the past. Couldn’t undo all the hurt and pain you’d caused each other.
“Don’t say that,” he said, just as softly.
“We can’t change the past,” you said. You walked over to the door. This was why you got in and out and left the surface world alone. It was too loud. Too messy. 
“We can change the future. Let me go, we’ll fix this.” He said.
“No. You’re just trying to get in my head,” you said. 
“If that were true, I’d be yelling and screaming now. All I’m doing is asking for a chance. Just one more. I can’t promise to be perfect. I can’t promise that I won’t piss you off. But I won’t do it on purpose,” he said. 
You fought with yourself. Head spinning with indecision. Could you trust him? Could you not? 
You looked at him. You would never be able to trust yourself around him. And that was the scariest thing of all. 
David widened his eyes as if he saw the decision on your face. You had to learn to school your features. You couldn’t be big and bad if you couldn’t maintain a poker face. 
“Sunflower,” he said suddenly. 
“What?” You asked.
David licked his lips. “When we first met. You had a sunflower in your hair. I asked you why, and you said that you’d never seen one before. So I always brought them to you. So many that the whole house had too much pollen and you sneezed so badly, you had tears running down your face. I’d never seen someone so beautiful as they were covered in snot.” 
Your heart thundered in your chest. He remembered that shit? Hell, you’d nearly forgotten yourself. As he spoke, you remembered everything vividly. You were miserable. You’d seen flowers before and knew their qualities, but you didn’t think it’d affect you so badly. 
You stared. He stared. “I swear by the goddess
”
“This isn’t an act. Damn, can’t you see I love you, woman?” He asked.
You crossed back to him and stood in front of him. “If you ever betray me again
”
“Let me go and I’ll show you that the thought would never cross my mind again,” he said. 
You hemmed. You hawed. But in the end, you were weak in the knees. You let him go from the cuffs. David remained in the chair, rubbing life back into his wrists.
Done, he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. He kept kissing, flipping your hand over and placing it against his cheek. He kissed your wrist, pulling you closer. He pulled until you straddled him, legs on either side of his. 
He tilted his head and stared into your eyes. He pushed the sling bag over your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then, he unzipped your jacket and pushed it from your body, tossing it onto the couch. Your thumb moved back and forth over his cheek while he continued to undress you, pulling off your knife and blaster from your hip. 
He gripped the waistband of your leggings, pulling until he could fit his hand underneath. He found you soaking wet. He lifted an eyebrow at you.
“Don’t get cocky,” you warned. 
He smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
He began to caress your pussy, dragging your wet essence achingly slow over your clit until you were a shivering, desperate mess on top of him. He kissed along your jaw.
“You don’t have to fight it. Let it go,” he said.
“I can’t help it,” you said around your chattering teeth. His hands felt too good. He remembered exactly how you liked it. Exactly what to do to send your mind reeling and your moans escaping your lips. 
“Yes you can. You don’t always have to fight me. Let that shit go,” he murmured against your skin. His lips found yours as you slowly relaxed. Forced your shoulders to drop. Your hands to slide across his exposed skin. 
A tingling settled in your thighs as you felt the approaching orgasm. Usually your lovemaking was rough. Fucking just as rough as you fought. But this was different. More intimate. Scarier. 
You opened your mouth, eyes closing, as the sweetest wave of pleasure washed over you. You sighed and panted through it.
“There she is,” David cooed. “Let it all go. Surrender to it,” he said.
“I hate you,” you moaned, rocking your hips on his exploring hands. 
He bit your lip and chuckled. “I love you too,” he said. 
You stood up long enough to remove your pants and panties. He stayed seated as he scooted his pants and briefs low enough for him to release his fat dick. It was just as huge and pretty as you remembered it. Thick in all the right places. From tip to base. 
Your mouth watered. You climbed back on top of him. “I’m clean,” he said. But he still reached into his pants pocket for a condom. 
You couldn’t wait to get tested with him to ensure that was the case so that he could slide in bare, no barriers between you. Filling you up. He rolled it on and then lined himself up, pushing in with little resistance.
His hands roamed across your back, pushing your shirt up and off of you. He captured your nipples in his mouth, alternating between each titty while he gently rocked inside of you. Whichever nipple he wasn’t sucking, he used his hand to knead the other. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him to you while you both chased that freedom. Chased that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
You came first, lifting your head to the ceiling. It was all too much and overwhelming. And yet it felt incredibly right. It had been too damn long since you were with someone like this. Hell, who were you fooling?
No one else did it for you. The minute you swam away from him, he became the only one capable of stretching you out. Giving you what you needed without having to ask. Without having to think. You clenched around him and he groaned, dick twitching as he reached his own climax.
You stayed together for a beat, maybe two, as your heart settled. You kissed his cheek. 
“Now , about this knife
”
You chuckled. “Do not even play with me right now.” 
You rested your head on his shoulder and listened to your favorite lullaby, the sound of his heartbeat.
The end.
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misskattylashes · 1 month ago
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I can finally reveal the full blurb for My Mistakes Were Made For You. Chapter 1 and 2 will be published on Monday 18 November and weekly from there on.
Link to my previous two Soulmates Saga below.
Also available on Wattpad
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misskattylashes · 6 months ago
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Hahhaha I will add him to my books!!
Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them
 we don’t really know what he does.
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infin1ty-garden · 8 months ago
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ FIC RECS!
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rocohen20 · 10 months ago
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For those of you who follow ColeyDoes Things on youtube may have seen her latest update "The BIGGEST fandoms on AO3". Getting the pleasant surprise of seeing Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin on the tumbnail got me so excited.
I always pictured the fandom of Hockey RPF as a niche on AO3. This fandom got me into tumblr, AO3 along with reading fan fiction all together. I've been part of this fandom for the last 8 years. Hockey in general is a big part of my life. I had so many thoughts, so much knowledge and for years it was the only fandom I read fanfiction for.
I am so excited to see it part of the 20 top fandom on a site like AO3. I didn't expect seeing this fandom so high up, and I'm honestly so excited seeing the video beacuse right now I'm 28 minutes in the video and she's going through place #15 and she still didn't get to HOCKEY RPF and I'm astounded and so excited. I can't wait to find out their placement on the top 20 fandoms. And all through the video I can't wait to see her reaction to the top ships and tags.
Seein in #12 SPORTS RPF and knowing that technically HOCKEY RPF should be under this umbrealla but in actuality HOCKEY RPF usually tagged only under HOCKEY RPF I'm shocked. I know how technically in the last year or so there was a booming in the romance genre of Hockey Romance Books, but I'm not quite sure what it did to the popularity of Hockey on AO3. Plus, hockey is well known as the least popular sport out of the major legues of North America so I am so surprised to see how popular it actually is.
Now after RAVING about the superiority of HOCKEY RPF VS. SPORTS RPF, apparently I was fundementally wrong and got dissapointed.
I was sure that AO3 seperated each and every "sport's field" RPF as a seperated entoty and not logged them together. Through the whole video I was waiting for the moment of the fandom I was so excited about being talked about. With each fandom she would look at the top ships and characters. Through watching the video I was debating with myself about the top 10 pairings. It's been a while since I looked up the exact list. So I was under no impression that Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin would be the number one pair. But as for the others I debated with myself. Just for the fun of it the list I had in my mind who is based on my personal experience and on various post about the top main paieings of Hockey are:
Sidney Croaby/Evgeni Malkin
Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews
Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin (I know fhat it used to be their place, and I am well aware how they are barely any new fics about them, but I still want to believe they are on the top 10 pairs).
Danny Briere/Claude Giroux
Alexander Ovechkin/Nicklas Backstrom
Nolan Patrick/Travis Konecny
Leon Driasytel/Matthew Ktchuk.
Connor McDavid/Leon Driasytel
Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux
Jeff Carter/Mike Richards (a girl can dream).
After getting it out of the way. What happened in the video was- she read a bunch of pairing from different sports. Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin was in fact the number on pairings. Which was extra impressive when you take into account the different feilds of sports. But in fairness it seemed like Hockey RPF was one of the OG Sports RPF with continued audience. And as for those two they had the benefit of playing with each other close to 20 years.
Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews also made the list, at around number 5. It made me so happy. As someone who was a big reader for 1988 it made me so happy. Also Coley didn't know how to read Toews so she read it as TOE-EZ, and through my mind I thought "Patrick Sharp would be so proud". Also it rather fitting to accidently hit a major theme in many of the 1988 fics, especially the older ones.
She also had a big surprise to see Omegaverse as one of the main tags. As someone who adores omegaverse and specifically reading it with the context of sports RPF it didn't surprise me in the slightest.
It also made me really happy to see the second most kudoed fic being a Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin wedding day fic. Especially because I know I put it in my marked for later list and there is a podfic version of it with 5 hours lengh.
Even though it wasn't to the extent that I wanted to, I still enjoyed the video and seeing even the mention of some major pairings who I read many fics about, gave me joy.
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