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jarofstyles · 1 year ago

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Sugar Sugar 11

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Warnings- mention of cheating, witchcraft, relationship traumas

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Y/N was still thinking about the woman the next day. She hadn’t mentioned it to Harry yet, wanting to gauge his reaction in person. It had unsettled something, made her wonder why the hell she needed to contact him. It also made her realize that Harry really didn’t tell her too much about himself.

It wasn’t that she was necessarily suspicious- though her gut was urging her to ask questions- it was that she realized she had given him a lot of information and he hadn’t done it back. She was a pretty rational person, and figured it was probably because he hadn’t wanted to overshadow her sharing. It probably was. But something made her think Harry was hiding something he didn’t want anyone to know yet.

It wasn’t something horrid. That would have made her senses alert when she met him- but it was something that she wanted to know. She was patient but also a little nosy.

Y/N was broken out of her thoughts when warm hands wrapped around her body, making her squeal as soft, cool lips connected to her neck. As soon as she realized who it was her body relaxed, melting into his own as he let out a deep sigh. “Missed my Sugar today.” His voice vibrated against her skin, raising chills over it. “Long fucking day.” It was 7 right now and she had been closing up shop when he had snuck inside. It was a sort of a routine now, her smoky pink cloud of infatuation swirling around and engulfing the two as soon as his presence braced her.

“A long day?” She placed the swiffer duster down on the table, turning in his arms to look at his face. He looked tired. Slight dark circles under his eyes, hair flopped over on his face and more stubble than usual, she felt her bottom lip slope out in a bit of a pout as she rose a hand to cup his cheek. “What’s the matter?” She could feel he was tired. Just being around him, she could feel his energy was off. Murky instead of the normal crystalline pool of soft blue green she was used to sensing around his aura.

He leaned into her warm hand, visibly relaxing as he rubbed his scratchy cheek against the smooth skin. Y/N had an ability to soothe just with her touch, he was positive about that. Any time she got her hands on him he felt like he could melt. Sighing, he debated on telling her.

It wasn’t something he fully felt ready to talk about. As much confidence as he had in the fact that she was definitely not at all like the people he had walked away from in his old life, he was still paranoid. Nervous that at some point she would look at him differently, in a bad way. The circle he used to run in wasn’t known for the things he had tried to implement in his personality now, with her. He had effectively gotten away without a trace, and he didn’t need that to ruin the carefully cultivated dream world he was living in now.

“S’just… you know when old thoughts haunt you?” He asked, eyes closing when her fingers continued their soothing. “Couldn’t sleep well. Missed you. And I just can’t get some thoughts out of my head. It’s a bit ridiculous too, cause it’s irrational. Doesn’t mean my head got the memo.” The weak laugh was supposed to make her giggle as well, but it didn’t. His eyes opened to see the concern on her face, the rings on her fingers cooling his skin as she inspected him.

“I understand that.” Boy, did she fucking ever. Y/N had struggled with her own personal demons herself, things she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy, and sometimes they still found little cracks and crevices to hide in. They popped out of the dark to taunt her, to try and ruin her moods but she had worked hard to protect her energy. “Doesn’t mean I like seeing you upset. Your energy is off.” She murmured, sighing as she went to remove her hand from his face. Harry’s palm stopped it, pulling it back.

“Wasn’t done.” He tried to lighten the mood slightly. “Dunno how you can read energy like that, but I trust you in saying it’s off. I just… don’t know how to fix it. All day I’ve been waiting to see you.” There was a pause as he decided to just speak how he wanted, not worrying about being too much in their little bubble. “You always seem to make it better. Make me forget a lot of the bad shit.”

Y/N had a feeling that Harry was struggling with some things. It’s partially why she was waiting to question Claire's appearance. Something told her that he would know, and selfishly she wanted to ignore that for a little bit. Her gut was usually never wrong. How he knew her was a mystery, but her inky, cloudy energy had been radiating possessiveness. Something Y/N didn’t do well with.

Not when this pretty, tired man was hers.

“I’m glad.” She felt the heated tingle in her stomach, leaning up to catch his lips in a kiss. A supposed chaste kiss that he followed when she went to pull away, opposite hand curling around the back of her neck and dragging her back in. Warm and sweet and slightly chapped, his lips pressed against hers harder and made her forget why she had even wanted to pull back.

She gave in. Harry wanted to kiss her and she didn’t see why not, the firm hold on the back of her neck and the thumb brushing her wrist as he held her hand to his face making her shiver slightly. Every kiss with him, she could feel his attraction and fondness for her. Feel how he was holding himself back a little because he didn’t want to scare her. They’d been taking it somewhat slow but Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to wait too much longer to get intimate with him.

A startled squeak left her mouth as her back hit the counter, his slow steps backing her up having been ignored until right now when she succeeded in pulling back. With a laugh, she pressed her hand to his chest and craned her neck back, smiling at his pout. The man wanted more of her, the greediness evident in his grip on her and how close he had pressed his body to hers, but she didn’t want to do this here.

“Hi.” She peeped, looking up at him. His soft hair that had fallen from its usual pushed back state, evident that it was the end of his day and he had worked hard. He was beautiful, this man.

“Hello.” He replies, his voice grittier than it had been before. “Too much?” His tone didn’t give away much, but a flash of nervousness had gone through his face when she had stopped him. It was always a learning curve, as he reminded himself. Every relationship was different but there was something so familiar about her. Like he knew her soul. The comfort was so natural that sometimes he felt like had known each other their whole lives.

“Not at all.” The girl’s breathy tone made her want to wince. “I just… I was thinking that maybe we can go to your place. We can get food delivered or… we don’t have to.” She peeled up at him, looking away from his chest where her hand was resting on his thundering heart. “Probably more comfortable than the shop.” And if Delilah knew they did anything in the front she would hex her.

“Oh. Oh.” He blinked at her suggestion. “Yeah. Course. Did you want to like… stay over? Cause we have the day off tomorrow?” They were going to see one another anyways. It made sense, and he really, really wanted to wake up to her. He wanted his sheets to smell of her, he wanted to see her in his kitchen with messy hair and sleepy eyes.

“If that’s okay.” Her smile was shy, excitement blooming in her chest. “I’m just gonna run home and grab some stuff, some clothes for tomorrow and I’ve got t’feed the cats. Then I’ll be over.”

“Well, don’t be too long. Or M’gonna come and drag you over to mine. Or worse.” He teased. “I’ll set up camp there. You’ll never get rid of me.” It was a slight joke. Harry was obsessed. He didn’t think she could do much to have him leave her at this point. It would be scary if he didn’t like the feeling so much.

“I wouldn’t want to, but okay, pretty boy.” She shook her head at his antics. “I’ll be 30 minutes at most. Go home and decide what you’d like to eat.”

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Harry was panicking slightly.

After a quick shower, he realized that he needed to change his sheets. And his laundry basket was full. So he struggled with the fitted sheet, cursing to himself as he changed the pillow cases, lighting an incense stick Y/N had left and pulled on loose gym shorts. He had thought about dressing in jeans again, but Y/N would want him to be comfortable at home.

“Fucks sake.” He groaned, dragging his hand down his face. Why he was this level of nervous; he didn’t know. It was just the crippling need to impress her. She had helped put together his place, she knew what it looked like and what his bed felt like, but his mind was racing as he walked around to pick up the clutter that had accumulated and put it in its rightful spot- stuffed into the hall closet.

The food had been delivered and sat hot on his kitchen counter, Chinese food being the choice. She had texted him her usuals that he could choose from to surprise her and he had gone with his veggie lo mein, vegetable dumplings and fried rice. He wasn’t a full vegetarian, but he limited his consumption. Taking out two plates, he set them on the counter neatly before he shook his head. “Get a grip, mate.”

Harry had been dying to get his hands on her. When she had gone down on him and sucked his cock into her soft mouth, he was pretty sure he had his soul sucked out of him and she had held it in her soft palms ever since. His hands were greedy and grabby all the time, feeling her softness against his hands and he had been itching to uncover her in any way he could- but now he was nervous.

Y/N wasn’t just a hookup. This was his girlfriend. This was the first time he had done things properly, the first time it had been fully his choice to do so and he wanted it to be as perfect. As understanding as Sugar was, he would die of embarrassment if he fucked this up. The need to make her happy, to make her know that he was the one for her was so strong. All he wanted to do was prove it.

But he couldn’t deny the idea of finally getting to be inside of her, being truly intimate wasn’t making his body hot. He wanted to see her soft body exposed for him, see her laid out on his bed without a stitch of clothing hiding the body he had come to drool over. He wanted to feel her plush thighs against his face and squeeze her waist, watch her as ripple as he fucked into her- he wanted every bit of her raw and vulnerable so he could return it.

The knock at the door broke up his horny daydream, a thick swallow taken before he nearly jogged to the door.

There she stood. His pretty girl, soft gray cotton shorts hugging her hips and a flowing tank top with her shop’s logo on it on her body. It was disgusting, how his body was so unhinged that he felt the twitch in his cock as soon as his eyes dipped down to see a peek of cleavage. He felt like a mere boy getting his first glance of tits. God damn it.

“There she is.” He cooed despite his obvious check out of her body. “Come in. Do y’want me to put your bag away?”

Her smiling face was his reward for all the panic he had been feeling prior to her calmness walking through the door. “Course. Sorry it took me a minute, I grabbed a quick shower.” Her hair was still slightly damp, a sunflower shaped claw clip holding it back with two tendrils in her face that were seemingly too short to be held back. “I brought some dessert. I had this at home and thought I’d bring it.” From the plastic bag she pulled two cartons of Ben n’ Jerry’s. “I realized on the drive here that I wasn’t sure it was smart to bring sweets to your house since you’re always making them, but ice cream is different, right?” She had to laugh.

“Oh! Yes, I actually love this flavor.” He saw the name written on the tub, the swirly writing declaring it as ‘Half Baked.’ Mayhaps ironic, but he really did enjoy it. The fact that Y/N had thought to bring it over was only a plus. “You can put it in the freezer if y’want, I’m going to go tuck your bag away. I’ll be right back.”

Harry left her in his somewhat familiar kitchen, Y/N doing as requested by placing the softening treat into the freezer so it wouldn’t be soup by the time they got to it. Turning around, she got to observing how he had changed the place up. It hadn’t been much, but she saw that he had finally filled the frames that they’d gotten on their excursion. Walking into the living room, she went to the mantle over the fireplace and smiled as she saw that he had, indeed, been using the incense. The ceramic cup that held the incense sticks had far fewer than had started there, ash from the burning on the bottom of the holder still. It made her feel good that he hadn’t used it just to humor her- Harry actually liked it.

Eyes dragged back to the main event, the photos in the frames. One held him in a suit along with a younger woman that resembled him quite a bit in a blue gown. It had to be his sister. He didn’t often speak of his family but he had mentioned her in passing. He was smiling in the photo, just barely. Looking at it made her a little sad. It wasn’t the dimpled grin she had come to adore, the one that would rise right before he said a terrible joke. It was lackluster. Something she had never known the man to be.

The others held other men, a bigger smile on his face as a younger Harry looked back at her. The theme ran along them, Harry being younger and with the same group of boys.What surprised her was some of the locations. One looked to be a beach, the other in Paris in front of the tower, another in a lush looking pool. All places that didn’t look cheap in the slightest. She didn’t want to judge at all, but she had to wonder if he had money- why had he gone for a bare bones place? Y/N loved it, don’t get it wrong. It was comfortable and open, someplace she could be very comfortable living if she had the choice- it just wasn’t the type that had that air.

Maybe it was just some budget vacations? He had wealthy friends? Who knew. She was going to worry about it later. Even with the slight tug in her belly, she turned to look at how he kept the rest of the room. She had set it up a certain way when they’d come back to fix it up and he hadn’t strayed from it. If anything? It was just more clean. A tad more personal. The couch had a new throw pillow, an ornately beaded cartoon tiger that was very cute. She hadn’t thrifted that with him so he must have had it or ordered it later. Her eyes did a sweep, impressed on how the floor was spotless and he managed to keep clutter away when his footsteps interrupted her train of thought.

“I need to know…” She crossed her arms over her chest, startling Harry as he entered the kitchen to hear her voice coming from across the living room. “Have you always been this tidy? It looks immaculate in here.”

“I regret to inform you that I unfortunately have not been.” Tha man sighed, brushing a hand through his hair while he made his way over to her. “I tend to kick my ass into gear when I’ve got pretty girls coming over to spend the night.” Greedy hands reached for her, his fingers digging into her waist as he tugged her into his body to feel some of her warmth. It was obsessive and maybe a bit gross but the man was clingy. Clingy with a capital C.

“Oh?” Y/N’s brow rose on her face as she uncrossed her arms to rest her hands on his chest. “You have lots of pretty girls here to spend the night?” It was a tease, knowing what he meant, but she could see the flash of panic in his eyes as he blinked down at her.

“No! No- not here, not since meeting you. I promise-” His words were interrupted by her laugh, head falling back with a trill of her giggle. Her hands clutched his shirt, a shake of her head given as she righted herself.

“H, m’just joking.” She soothed, gently scratching over his shirt to smooth out where she had grabbed. “I know. I would know if you were cheating.” It was a reassurance but also a warning. Y/N always knew. Most women did. “A woman’s intuition is sharp and precise, darling.” Fingers gently pinched his blushing cheek, leaning up to peck the opposite one.

Y/N had felt it in the past. When her partners would pull away, when they’d avoid subjects. Even people she wasn’t in real relationships with. She could feel that deep rooted icky smoke billowing up from her stomach to her chest, making it squeeze. Harry had never once made her feel like she had to worry- even if her insecurities tried to suffocate her at night when they’d sometime slip through her confident wall’s cracks.

“I would never.” His face was serious despite her joking tone. “I promise. That’s… I know how that feels. I would never cheat. I think it’s one of the worst things you can do to a person.” A thick swallow was followed by sweeter words. “I haven’t looked at anyone since I met you. I wasn’t… I had actually told myself not to date or hook up or do anything as soon as I moved here. Then you came into my bakery and that idea smashed to bits. I couldn’t… Not pursue you once I’d met you.” Strawberry tongue swiped over petal pink lips, hand fiddling with the clasp of her necklace. “I wouldn’t do anything to risk that. I know you were joking but I really never want to joke about that. Hurts to think about.”

Y/N felt bad immediately. Granted, she hadn’t known that would be a touchy subject with him, but she still didn’t like how tight his brows were knit and how he had seemed nervous about her not believing him. For once, she had a feeling a man was being honest. He wasn’t afraid of her knowing, it was a fear of losing her.

“I’m sorry.” She sobered up quickly, lifting her hand to cup his cheek. “I didn’t know it would upset you. I never thought you would. I won’t joke about it again.” Eyes gazed into his, a sad smile raising on her lips as her thumb brushed over the slight scruff on his jaw.

“S’okay. I know you were joking. I just hate that people do that to one another. Y’know? I’d never be stupid enough to put this at risk for something dumb like that. Besides, you’re the only one I want.” He leaned into her soothing touch. “It’s why I've been so.. Maybe weird? I dunno. Sometimes I feel clingy and it’s not normal for me. I’ve never been like this in a relationship but I just want to be around you all the time.”

The admission had taken her by surprise. “Hey… I really don’t think that’s weird considering I feel the same way.” Thank god she hadn’t been alone in this. “Had to stop myself some days from telling you to come over because I wanted to give you space and not crowd you. I was told a lot uh….” Her throat tightened as she went to speak. “When I was in my first relationship, he told me I was really clingy and he needed a break from listening to me talk. From being around me. It hurt my feelings a lot and even though I’ve healed a lot from that, It makes me feel really good that my urges aren’t one sided.” She paused. “But it was never as intense as this. It’s way worse with you. I was a puppy following him around because I wanted any attention I could get back then. I really enjoy just your attention now.”

That was the difference that Harry could relate to. He had been similar when he was younger, but as he got older he was much more picky with who got his time. Now? He hand picked every single person in his life to avoid any sort of conflicts, any betrayals the best he could.

“Well.. I’m glad that you only want my attention, cause if there was someone else I’d have to take up witchcraft and curse them for it.” He joked, watching her roll her eyes before pushing out of his grip. “Hey! Come back here. I wasn’t done holding you yet.” She could hear the pout in his voice as she walked to his kitchen.

“Mhm. You can hold me later. We can do all sorts of things later.” She shot him a look over her shoulder, finding exactly what she had felt. His eyes had been on her ass. Blatantly. He didn't even have the decency to pretend he wasn’t looking, eyes dragging up her body. As if the slight insinuation had rewired his brain.

“And god, am I looking forward to that.” He muttered, running a hand over his face before following after her.

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xiaojusaur · 4 years ago

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Fly Away With Me

Pairing: Pilot! Kun x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, mentions of alcohol (wine), phone sex, nipple play, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe please), cum play.

Word Count: 5.5K

Description: After a class reunion, Kun and you, high school sweethearts, start to talk again. He achieved his dream of being a pilot and he takes you to fly with him, to then make you reach the clouds in a night full of passion.

You didn’t expect much from the class reunion, but deep down you were excited to see how everyone had been doing and you were dying to see the changes! You knew for a fact that a few of those plastic girls were already married with a bunch of kids and some of the guys who used to bully you had turned to be ugly. Meanwhile, you were in all your glory, being successful and getting hotter every day.

You couldn’t wait to see your best friends and laugh at everyone else in secret, it has been long since you’ve reunited since work had you overwhelmed.

The reunion was taking place in a fancy hotel lobby since that way it was easier for those who lived out of town to stay there too. Everyone was wearing fancy dresses and looking sharp. Everyone had champagne pr wine in hand. You were with your friends talking about that one guy, Alex, who used to be one of the hottest guys and now was a mess.

“Look at him, he looks crusty as fuck,” said one of your friends and you all laughed.

“Has anyone seen Mirena?” Asked the other.

“Yeah, she has like five kids,” you answered.

“No wonder!” She exclaimed.

“Oh! I just remembered!” One of them almost screamed, “Do you all remember Y/N’s crush? What was his name?”

“Oh! Kun?” Replied the other. You didn’t even remember him. He was so cute, you wonder how had life treated him so far.

“Look at her, she’s daydreaming about him again,” your friends teased you.

“Nooo! I didn’t even remember him. I wonder if he’s coming,” you smiled. Though you never became a couple, you always dreamed about kissing him. So innocent!

As the event unfolded, everyone was having a great time, enjoying the music, the food, and drinks, catching up with everyone.

You and your friends were talking near the entrance when a guy dressed all in black entered the place. You were scanning him trying to figure out who he was.

“Ladies,” he nodded your way, noticing your eyes on him.

“Hello,” you all greeted him.

“Is this the class reunion?” He locked eyes with you, maybe trying to spot you in his mind, and as your friends confirmed him it hit you: this was Qian Kun. His eyes lit up, also recalling you. “Wait, Y/N?”

“Kun?” You gasped. He was so handsome! Oh God! You could almost faint there!

“Heyy! I’m so glad to see you again!” he embraced you in a tight hug. He smelled exquisite, your heart fluttered.

“Likewise! Wow!” You were excited.

“I’ll be meeting with some friends inside, I’ll come back in a few to catch up,” he promised.

As soon as he was out of sight, your friends started ooing and teasing you, “Y/N! He became hotter! How is that possible?!”

“I’m speechless! Wow... he remembered me... and he wants to catch up,” you were amazed.

“Gurl! This is your chance! Get that man! He looks expensive, there was no ring on his finger and he seems interested in you. GET HIM!” They cheered.

And you wanted... you SO wanted to get him, because if in high school he was cute, now he was unbelievably hot!

Everyone was dancing and drinking, you were in the crowd, having fun with your friends when Kun approached you again. “So what’s up? What have you been doing?” He was almost screaming over the loud music.

“Just working hard. What about you?” You sipped your wine.

“That’s great! Remember that my dream was to become a pilot?” He asked, expecting you would even remember his dreams. And he was right, you did remember. When you nodded he continued, “Well, I am a pilot! I have my own airplane.”

“Oh my God! That’s amazing! I’m so happy you could reach your dream!” You were genuinely happy.

“Thanks! Do you perhaps want to go outside? So we can talk better?” He suggested.

“Sure, let’s go!” And he let you lead the way.

Outside, you sat on a bench and kept talking. It was as if you were true friends but he was just a crush, how did he remember you so clearly? If you talked like 5 times when you were in high school it was much.

Being the straightforward person you were, you had to ask, “Hey Kun, don’t get me wrong on this but how do you remember so many things about me? We barely talked back in high school.”

“Y/N,” he chuckled and you swear you could just melt right there, his smile was the prettiest. “You do know I had a crush on you, right?”

The confession punched the air out of you. You were shocked! He never told you and you never told him, and there you were: two fools crushing on each other but never dared to talk.

“Wait... what?!” You couldn’t conceal the surprise in your voice.

“I thought you knew,” his eyes widened in shock.

“You never told me! Nobody told me! Why?!” You both started laughing.

“Well, my friends used to teased us both. I thought you would figure it out, that’s why I never actually confessed. Plus, you know how shy I was,” he explained.

“Kun! Oh God... I had the hugest crush on you too,” you told him while pressing your temple in distress.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” He shouted in surprise, you supposed.

“Because I thought you were too cute and unreachable for me,” you confessed looking at you feet.

“Well that’s stupid, because I thought you were the prettiest girl in school. And right now, I still think you’re beautiful,” his voice was so mellow, he had you wrapped around his finger.

“Thanks,” you could feel your cheeks getting hot.

“Look at me,” his hand forced your head to look him in the eyes. “We still have time to catch up,” he smirked.

“Oh yeah?” You dared him.

“Mhm. How about you give me your number?” He was being smooth and you loved seeing him struggle. Then he seemed to remember something, “Oh! Right! Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? I forgot we are at that age.”

“Neither of those. I am as lonely as a cloud,” you sighed.

“Good. I mean... good that you don’t have anyone so we can talk,” he seemed desperate when he realized what he said. It was really funny.

“It’s okay! I understood!” You placed your hand on his in assurance.

You spent the rest of the night between your friends and dancing with Kun. Your friends kept bothering you with him and you had to told them what happened outside, which made it worse because now they were doing everything to get you two together.

“Y/N is sleeping cozy tonight!” They cheered with champagne.

“Stop! No!” You laughed.

“The pilot is taking you to the clouds tonight! Woooo!” You were all having so much fun.

The event came to an end and everyone left to their respective homes or hotel rooms. You were staying with your friends in the same room, so you all took the party to there.

You were laying on the bed when your phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Kun’s voice whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps. Your friends stopped doing what they were doing to hear your conversation.

“Oh, hi!” You said cheerfully.

“What you doing?” This was a normal question, but his tone wasn’t normal at all. His voice was breathier than usual.

“Just here, in the hotel room,” you played with your hair.

“You’re staying here too?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you confirmed.

“Great,” his tone was lower. Your friends had their eyes fixed on you and you widened your eyes and bit your lip in signal that he was being hot.

“What do you mean?” You asked with all the intention of hearing him confess that he wanted to spend the night with you.

“It’s great that we’re just steps away from each other,” his smoky voice had your head spinning.

“Mhm,” you agreed again.

“Do you have any plans right now?” He inquired curiously.

“Not really. Do you have something in mind?” You were using your sultry voice and your friends gave you a thumbs up.

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could come. We could talk some more, if you want of course,” he was such a gentleman. “I’m just here in my bathrobe drinking wine.” What could you do with that piece of information? You imagined his body under that robe, his tussled hair and his fiery eyes.

“Sure! Give me your room number, I’ll be there in a few,” your whole skin was ringing in excitement.

“305. The door is open, but if you have any problems, knock.”

“Will do!” And with that you hung up.

“Spill out!” Your friend shouted.

“Bitch! He invited me to his room!” you screamed.

“GET IT! GO!!!! Go get that dick!” Cheered the other.

“Oh my God! What should I wear?!” You were panicking.

“Do you have a nightgown?” Asked your friend.

“Not really, I have these PJ’s” you pulled then to the sides modeling them.

“I have one that might fit,” she went to her luggage and pulled out a maroon silk nightgown with a robe. “Here, try it on.” You went to the bathroom and it fitted perfectly, so you went out and all your friends started complimenting how good you looked.

“Now, go there and have fun with the love of your life,” your friend said as she fixed your hair.

You took the elevator and at the third floor, you walked slowly until reaching the 305. The door was open ajar and you could see the light turned on. You hesitated for a second but the pushed the door slowly. “Kun?” You called slowly.

“Come on in!” He shouted from the inside and when hearing his voice you got the confidence to continue. You closed the door at your back.

Kun was sitting on a sofa with a glass of wine in his hand. You suddenly felt yourself getting hot but you tried to conceal it with taking your hair out of your shoulders.

“Take a sit,” he signaled to the space by his side, “Feel at home.”

You felt his eyes on you, studying you from head to toe. It made you laugh so you told him, “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, “you look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you felt like melting.

“So, how has life treated you? Tell me more about yourself,” he said as he extended his arm to reach the wine bottle to fill his glass again.

“Life has been hectic, but at least I have a job that I like,” you shrugged.

“You drink?” He offered you a glass full of the reddish liquid.

“Sure, thanks,” you accepted it and quickly took a sip.

“Where do you work? If I may ask,” he relaxed on the sofa.

“In a travel agency,” you smiled because you found it funny how he was a pilot. Your jobs complemented each other.

“Oh! So you are giving me more work? I see,” he faked being offended.

“Hey! At least I’m giving you more money,” you laughed and he laughed with you.

“That’s true! But I’m glad that you’re doing good.” He sighed remembering how life was easier before, the moments in high school, your beautiful smile.

“What about you?” You interrupted his thoughts, “tell me about how you got to be a pilot. That should be exciting.”

“Definitely! I had to study hard though. But it’s a great satisfaction when you finally get there. The first time I flew I was very nervous, but then I felt the freedom and an immense peace. Being there between the clouds is an amazing experience.” He was looking at the distance, looking so passionate about what he was saying. It was wholesome and sexy.

“Maybe I can take you to fly with me someday,” he blinked and then looked at you smiling.

“I’d love to,” you giggled. You don’t know if it was your imagination due to the almost gone wine in your hand or the spark of the moment, but you felt he was getting closer. Like magnets, you were getting closer as if it was natural. Kun stopped centimeters away from your mouth and whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you blurted. There was nothing that you wanted more than to kiss his plump lips; you’ve been wanting to do it since high school.

He did the final move and his lips touched yours gently. His breath smelled like alcohol, probably the wine he has been consuming. His lips felt like everything you imagined, so meaty, so soft. He then pulled away, leaving you wanting more. Kun stood up from the couch and walked to the bathroom. You were so confused, did he not like it?

“Let’s go to the balcony,” he offered you his hand to take when he came back and you did.

You two sat outside, talking about life events while drinking more wine and watching the city lights.

You felt your eyes heavy, maybe from the wine, maybe because you were sleepy, but you didn’t want to go yet, you wanted to spend more time with Kun, maybe watch the sunrise together from here.

“Y/N,” he called you softly.

“Yes?” You smiled. He placed his hand on top of yours on your thigh.

“Do you want to go back to your room? You look sleepy,” he smiled back in assurance. He was such a gentleman, you wish he knew you just wanted to jump on him.

“Kun...” you whispered.

“Yes, darling?” Your stomach knotted at the pet name.

“I thought you wanted to... you know...” you tilted your head insinuating the word but not saying it.

“I wanted to what?” He looked puzzled.

“To... have sex with me,” you blushed.

“Y/N, honey,” he got closer to you, “you have no idea how much I want to make love to you. But we’re kinda tipsy, I don’t want to do something that you may regret later. I better have you in all your senses so we can both enjoy it, you know?” Could he be more perfect?

“I agree,” you nodded.

“Let me take you to your room.” He stood up and took you hand, helping you get on your feet.

On the way back to your room, he embraced you, keeping you warm. At the door, you felt a sudden melancholy and didn’t want him to leave. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep in contact with you, we’ll go out soon.”

“I’ll be waiting for you,” you smirked and he smirked back. He pecked your lips and left.

Kun and you kept talking on the phone and finally arranged a date. He kept his promise and would take you to fly with him. You were excited to share this moment with him and to try something new. You were talking on the phone the night before.

“Are you excited about tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yes! I can’t wait!” You giggled.

You heard him giggle too and then he sighed, “I wish you were here right now.”

“What was that? What for?” You were intrigued.

“I don’t know, I feel we really get along. I enjoy your company,” he confessed.

“That’s cute,” you cooed.

“Yeah... but I also can’t wait to kiss you,” you heard him chuckled. He was so naughty!

“I can’t wait to kiss you either,” there was a change in your voice, from shy and cute to sultry.

“Do you have plans at night?” His voice got lower.

“Nope, I’m all yours tomorrow,” you were following his game because you knew where he was leading you to.

“Hmm... that sounds sexy, all mine,” you could almost see him smirk.

“Yes, all yours,” you assured him.

“How about we come home to relax a little?” He suggested, but you knew what he meant.

“I’d love to,” you sighed imagining all you would do, you really couldn’t wait to have his hands on you.

“What’s wrong? You sighed, are you not feeling comfortable?” He really was the king of consent.

“Oh no, it’s not that! On the contrary...” you cut the sentence there.

“On the contrary...?” He was encouraging you to continue.

You were on the mood for some fun, so you decided to tease him. “I’m just imagining all the things we could do at your house.”

“Mmm... and what would that be?” You heard him shuffling on his bed.

“I don’t know... sexy things,” you shied.

“Don’t be shy baby, tell me what do you feel like doing to me?” Kun whispered.

You gasped at the name, he caught you off guard. “Kun, I want your hands on me.”

“Baby, I would love to touch every inch of your skin,” he said in a groggy voice.

“I want you, Kun,” you sighed.

“I want you too. You have no idea,” he snarled.

“I can’t wait,” you admitted.

“Mmm... I’m getting so turned on right now,” Kun confessed in a groggy voice.

“Are you?” You breathed.

“Yes. Keep talking to me like that and I might have to jack off for you,” he hummed.

You gasped, “So dirty!”

“Dirty is what I’m going to do with you,” he chuckled evilly.

“Oh yeah? And what is that?” You wanted to hear him say it.

“Oh baby, I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll be begging me for more. Everyone will know my name because of how loud you’ll be screaming it. Im gonna have your legs shaking so much, you won’t be able to walk the next day,” he groaned and you moaned in response because that’s what you’ve always wanted, to have Kun make you his.

“Would you like that?” He inquired in a raspy tone.

“I’d love that,” you purred, smitten by the idea of being between his arms after the action.

“Then... I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? We’re gonna have so much fun,” his voice changed suddenly to his normal tone, you supposed he was trying to control himself.

“I can’t wait,” you smiled.

“Bye bye,” he said softly and hung up. He was torturing you so much, teasing you to then forget about it and start being too respectful. You loved he was a gentleman, but right now, you just wanted to be disrespected and fucked into unconsciousness.

The next day, he picked you up early, you got breakfast and then were headed to the airport where he had his plane. He took your hand and kissed it, making you blush, and then held it on his thigh while driving. He looked so sexy today with his dark mane knotted in a tiny ponytail. “Are you nervous?” He asked.

“Yes. Very,” you chuckled trying to sound it was fine.

“Relax,” he caressed your hand with his thumb, “It’s gonna be fine and you’re gonna have so much fun once we’re up there”.

“I’m excited!” You gave him a big smile, “but I’m also nervous because you’re here.”

“Oh? I make you nervous?” You saw his little smirk.

“Yes! I mean, you’re my forever crush and we’re here, together,” you shrugged and he laughed.

“That’s so cute,” he kissed your hand again.

“Stop that! I’m gonna die because of blood loss in the rest of my body!” You whined.

“You’re too cute,” he cooed.

Once you got to the airport, he talked to a lot of people, presenting you as his special friend. While waiting for the preparations for flying, he hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek. You giggled and he laughed with you. “What are you doing?” You asked between laughs.

“Loving you?” He pecked your shoulder.

“I like the sound of that,” you purred and he hugged you tighter.

“Sorry to interrupt,” one of the workers walked in while you two were being all lovey-dovey. “Everything’s ready sir,” he indicated to Kun.

“Excellent, let’s go!” He took your hand and you walked to the airstrip.

Kun jumped inside the aircraft and pulled you by his side. He buckled you up and placed a headset on your head. “This will drown the loud sounds and you’ll be able to hear me,” he explained and you nodded.

Your whole skin tingled in excitement, there were tons of feelings in your head. He looked at you as making sure you were okay and when seeing your wide smile he leaned in and pecked your lips.

He started pressing buttons and then he pushed a lever and the machine started to move slowly and then faster and faster and faster. You felt your heart on your throat and you closed your eyes tightly because you were scared.

“Don’t close your eyes, Y/N! Feel the freedom!” Kun screamed. And a few seconds later you felt your soul was left on the ground while your body was flying.

“Scream it out! WOOOOO!!!!” Kun was full of adrenaline and it was so funny so you imitated him. “WOOOOOOOO!”

“YEAH! THATS IT!” He encouraged you and then started touching buttons again. You had closed your eyes unknowingly and when you opened them you were over the clouds. You felt breathless, you were frozen, staring with wide eyes your surroundings. It was beautiful! The sky looked so blue and the tiny white clusters resembled pillows floating in the sky. You felt an unfamiliar peace, it was strange yet so soothing. Now you know why Kun loved being on the clouds.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” You heard him comment.

“I... I have no words. This is unreal,” you said amazed.

“This view is as beautiful as you,” he complimented you and you felt the hotness on your cheeks.

“Now I understand why you love so much being up here, it’s relaxing,” you sighed.

“Yeah, it’s a great stress reliever,” he explained and extended his hand to place it on your thigh.

He kept piloting and trying to scare you moving the aircraft suddenly or spinning it slightly. You had so much fun!

When you finally landed, you felt lightheaded. Kun noticed it and slyly wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you. He thanked the guys who helped him and said goodbye to then walked you two to his car.

“Are you hungry?” He asked while starting the engine.

“Very!” You admitted.

“Did you have fun?” He looked straight at your eyes.

“Yes! It was amazing! Thank you,” you placed your hand on his and he turned his to intertwine your fingers.

“I’m glad you had fun. Now let’s eat!”

He took you to a restaurant and there you talked more about your high school days while you ate delicious food. When you were finished he was looking at you with inviting eyes, you lowered your gaze to avoid blushing again, but since he didn’t stop looking at you, you whispered “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, “Just admiring your beauty.”

“Stop!” You giggled and he started laughing.

When you got to the car again you were both in silence, but it wasn’t awkward, it was a silence on longing, of knowing what would come next; the moment you both have been yearning for.

His house was almost a mansion, so spacious and fancy. You were dazzled as soon as he opened the door: it was so bright, full of crystal windows, it was like him. You felt the air change as soon as you crossed the door. Kun stood in front of you and pulled you closer by the waist.

“Can I be honest?” He asked in a murmur.

“Of course,” your skin was tingling in anticipation of his confession.

“I was doing my best effort here to control myself, but I really, really, really, want to make love to you,” Kun said in a hoarse whisper.

“Why aren’t we doing it already?” Your mouth talked before you could think.

“I didn’t want you to think I just wanted to fuck. I really wanted to catch up with you, converse, maybe kiss and then if you wanted, we could make love.” He sounded so confident and he was being such a gentleman you just wanted to jump on him. Your pupils dilated and you gulped trying to conceal the sudden heat you felt, you didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“Kun... I so want you to make me yours,” you said in a breathy tone. There was a long silence between you two, but suddenly, as if you were reading each other’s mind, you embraced each other, kissing fiercely. Kun guided you to his room, where he laid you on his bed and leaned on slowly to kiss you again. His mouth traveled to you neck where he pecked, licked, and nibbled gently. Your breath was getting heavier and the clothes started to be a nuisance, tugging at each other shirts, hands sneaking underneath the fabric, eager to feel skin on skin. “You’re okay with this, right?” He asked breathlessly in the middle of savoring your neck. “Hell yeah!” You growled and he hissed in response.

He took off your shirt and you his, the pieces of clothes flying and landing on the floor. Kun kissed his way lower and lower until reaching your breasts, which he exposed by pulling your bra. “Mmm... so perfect,” he hissed at the sight of your hardened nipples. You ran your hands down his arms slowly, enjoying his body heat. “What if I do this?” He licked your nipple while looking at you as in waiting for your approval, but you just nodded desperately and moaned, “Oh, I love it Kun...” He continued playing with your bosoms until they were all wet with his saliva. He kept his trip down your body, kissing until reaching a little lower than your navel. Kun unbuttoned your shorts and slid them down your legs, leaving you in underwear. He left butterfly kisses down your legs and back up. He was so close to where you needed him, his breath tickling your clothed core. Your toes started to curl in expectance.

“Mmm... I can’t wait to taste you, I bet you are so sweet,” his raspy voice made you whimper.

“Kun, baby, please... I’m sooo wet for you.”

“I can see that,” he commented while pulling your panties to the side. The sudden brease made you jump and he held your waist to keep you steady. “Just lie back and let me take care of you, would you?” You just nodded rapidly and relaxed on his pillows.

Kun gave a long first lick to you slit and you gasped while looking at him, seeing how your juices sticked up to his tongue. He hummed and licked again, this time diving more.

“Oh! Oh my god Kun...” you hissed.

His lips enclosed your clit and he sucked hard, ripping a scream out of you. “Ah! So good!” Your hands flew to his head. He kept licking, sucking, making slurping sounds. His mouth was moving faster along with his tongue and you were feeling the knot in your belly trying to snap. “Fuck! Please! Kun, I’m gonna cum,” you cried.

“You wanna cum on my tongue?” He stopped for a second to take a breath and then continued his ministrations.

“Mhm! Mhm! You’re so good with that tongue!” You mewled and started moving your hips trying to reach your release. Kun started flicking his tongue faster until you felt the bliss of the orgasm, a strangled keen letting him know. Kun kissed your thighs, your belly and then reached your lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and then caressed your cheek.

While you regained your breath, you could see the strain in his pants and you couldn’t wait to have him inside you, so you extended your arms and unbuttoned his jeans.

“So eager, my love?” He chuckled surprised.

“Yes, please fuck me Kun. I need you,” you pleaded desperately.

He groaned at you begging for him, he loved it. “You want me to fuck you, huh? You’ve been desperate for getting this dick, haven’t you?” He snarled while sliding his pants and briefs down his legs, finally freeing his mouth-watering length.

Kun pulled you to him by the arms, making you sit on the mattress. “Let’s take off that underwear. I wanna have you skin on skin, feel every inch of you on me,” he whispered while unclasping your bra, your already ruined panties long forgotten on the floor.

He went for a kiss and you both fell on his pillows again slowly. After what seemed an eternity of kisses, he asked, “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, Kun,” you ran a hand down his back before he kneeled on the bed right between your legs. He took his dick by the base and started teasing you, collecting your juices with his tip. He then stopped at your hole and pushed slowly inside you. Kun bit his bottom lip while your mouth formed a silent moan. He bottomed in you and then pulled back, both hissing at the sensation. He kept thrusting you slowly, admiring how he was stretching you.

“Mmmm... you’re so tight baby.” He closed his eyes enjoying the feeling.

“You feel so good, Kun,” you said in a shaky whisper. You were feeling so full of him, you wanted him closer, so you held his hand. He kissed your hand and like understand your message, he leaned over, caging you between his arms. He kept plunging into you while looking at your face and kissing you now and then. The weight and heat of his body felt amazing on you and the fact that this was Qian Kun, your forever crush, had your whole body buzzing with excitement.

Kun had his head near your neck and he took that chance to whisper sweet things in your ear. “Such a good girl. You feel so warm around me. You’re perfect.”

The room was a feast of whimpers, moans, and grunts combined with gentle touches and passionate kisses.

“Kun baby, fuck me harder please,” you begged chokingly.

He hummed and said, “You want it harder, babe?”

“Mhm... please,” you nodded frantically. He propped on his forearms and started snapping his hips faster, the bed creaking in complaint. The sound of skin hitting skin invaded the room while you screamed your lungs out from pleasure. “God! Kun! I love it! I love you!”

“I love you too, princess,” he said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly he stopped. “Crap! My arm!” He had a cramp and you found it so cute, you started to laugh. He started massaging it and then bursted in laughs too.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assured him, “Let’s get comfortable and enjoy this moment.”

His impulse was to kiss your cheek. You were so sweet and understanding, he really made a catch with you.

“Now, where were we?” He smirked and you just opened your legs to receive him again.

Kun placed your legs on his shoulders just to reach that cushioned place that would send you to bliss. “Fuuuuck, right there!” You moaned, circling his neck with your arms. He increased his pace hitting you just right. You were clenching him, indicating that you were close.

“Give it to me, let it out babe,” Kun panted. But you didn’t want to stop, you wanted this moment to last forever. Your body betrayed you and your sweet release came soon. “Ohhh yeah, Kun... fuck!” He loved you expression of satisfaction and kept going concentrated on it.

“I love to see you enjoy my dick, you’re such a good girl,” he hissed. A few minutes later, he pulled out and came on your stomach with a loud grunt. He kissed your lips and then laid back for a moment to gain his breath.

“Wow, that was amazing...” he was still panting.

You chuckled tiredly in response, “Yes, I loved it.”

“Let me regain my energy for a moment, I’ll go get you a towel,” his eyes were closed but he looked happy.

After what seemed like forever, he looked for a wet towel to clean the mess he made on you, but he had a better idea. “How about we shower together?”

“We’re at that stage now?” You asked joking with him.

“If you want, of course,” he shrugged.

“Yes, let’s go!” You jumped off the bed all naked, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the bathroom with you.

The shower was a fun experience and you were already imagining this happening every day and your heart shrank.

You were at his bed now, cuddling and talking about the future. “Y/N, you really make me happy and I’m glad we reunited again.”

“I’m glad too,” you smiled and kissed his exposed chest.

“I only went to that party to see if I could find you, and look at us now, between each other’s arms, sharing a bed...” his hand caressed your arm absentmindedly.

You looked up to meet his gaze, “I love you Kun.”

“I love you too, princess,” he kissed your forehead.

You thought he fell asleep because there was a moment of silence, but then he proved you wrong by calling your name.

“Yes?” Your hand reached for his cheek.

“Marry me.” He didn’t ask, he declared it.

You were shocked at first, your heart was beating so fast, but your mouth talked before your brain could process. “Yes.” No questions asked. You knew each other for so long, you saw you had a great chemistry, why not marry the love of your life?

“Let’s fly together forever.”

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rebekadjarin · 3 years ago

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Hunter fluff

This is peace is dedicated to the lovely and amazingly talented @s-pirth-lemonade who has just the most wholesome and beautiful drawings 🤍

Summary: In the morning Hunter doesn't want you to get up and start your day. Pure fluff.

Word count: 800

"Don't go yet, cyar'ika," Hunter hugged your waist a little tighter to keep you in bed.

You laughed, though your voice was still a little croaky from sleeping.

"I have to, Hunter. I promised Tech I would help him."

"He can wait," Hunter buried his face in your shoulder and his black locks fell forward and tickled your skin.

"Stop," you laughed without any edge in your voice, clearly enjoying his clinginess.

"Just ten more minutes," he whispered into your ear in his smoky voice and you melted into his arms. How could you say no to this man?

"Alright," you lifted a hand to stroke his hair, it was all over the place without his usual red bandana.

You turned back to see him and saw a warm smile spread on his lips as you agreed. He lifted one hand to cup your cheek.

"You're so beautiful in the morning," he looked at you adoringly, his eyes big and genuine.

You smiled shyly and looked down. He lifted your chin with his fingers and made you look into his eyes.

"You are beautiful, mesh’la," he repeated, a little firmer this time.

"I could tell you the same," your eyes lingered on his shiny and tangled black hair, warm eyes and the tattoo that covered half his face.

He sent you a crooked smile.

"But your hair is a mess," you laughed and he couldn't suppress a laugh either and ran his fingers through it.

"Can I brush it?" you smiled sweetly at him and he raised a brow.

"You can do whatever you want with it."

"Even cut it?" you laughed jokingly. You would never have done that. You loved his hair just the way it was.

"Let's not get carried away," he laughed again. "You might be my whole life but cutting my hair?" he tucked one lock behind his ear. "That's on another level."

"Of course, sorry for suggesting it," you smirked, trying to suppress your laughter which you knew you could never do with him next to you. He knew your body better than you did and he saw how the corners of your lip curled up and you were trying to keep your breath.

He shook his head with a faint smile tugging at his lips and snatched the comb from the nightstand.

"This would be acceptable," he teased you as he handed you the comb and you accepted.

"Acceptable? Just acceptable?" you smiled in knowing disbelief as he laid his head in your lap and you ran the comb through his thick locks.

"Yeah," he closed his eyes and smiled, clearly enjoying the gentle touch.

"Sure, it's not like your favorite thing or anything," you teased him and he opened one mischievously shining eye to send you a playful look.

You continued brushing his hair and when it was perfect you just put the comb away and started playing with his hair.

His whole body was relaxed, his eyes closed and his breathing steady as he enjoyed your tender touch.

Your fingers started wandering around and you followed the lines of his tattoo and stroked his face, admired his long lashes and perfect features.

Then he caught your hand, placed a kiss on your knuckles and interlaced your fingers. You smiled down at him.

"Are you going to fall back to sleep?"

"Me? Never," he answered in a sleepy voice, not opening his eyes. You let out a soft chuckle and remained silent for a couple of seconds to just admire his beauty.

Then you glanced at your nightstand and saw just how late it was. You looked back at Hunter who seemed to be soundly sleeping and you tried to gently take your hand back and get out of bed.

He of course woke up and caught you, not letting you get out of the bed and start getting ready.

"Where do you think you're going, mesh’la?" he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose.

You smiled guiltily at him. "To help Tech."

"He's smart, he'll figure it out. Needs a challenge from time to time or he'll never improve," he said in a very convincing voice.

"Don't use your sergeant voice with me," you grinned. "It's too convincing and everything makes sense when you use it."

"Oh really?" he grinned back. "Then I just have to tell you to stay here with me the whole day," he continued in the same tone, his smooth voice making you melt.

"Stop the torment," you laughed and snuggled up next to him.

He interlaced his strong arms around you and pulled you a little closer.

"This ten minutes is up, maybe another one won't hurt," you said and felt his smile against the skin on your neck.

#Hunter #Bad batch Hunter #The bad batch #Tbb #Bad batch #Sergeant Hunter #Tbb Hunter #Hunter fluff #Fluff #Fanfic #Reader insert #Gender neutral reader #Clone #Clone trooper #Clone force 99 #Star wars #Star wars bad batch

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yandere-wishes · 4 years ago

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Sacrificial Bride Part 1//Twisted Wonderland X Reader//

Alright well, that's enough writing for the next few days if you excuse me I'm going to go sulk in my corner. Huge thanks to @softyswork who’s story about reader being sent to Malleus as a bride inspired this series. Also, I REALLY want to make some sort of modern-day Frankenstein it would be an amazing scientific breakthrough! You'll understand what I mean when you get to Idia's part lol.

💚🐉Malleus Draconia🐉💚

It was a common rumor around your village that ever since the death of the sleeping princess your settlement had never been the same. For you, this was nothing more than a fairy tale meant to spark a scrap of hope in the hearts of naive, suffering children who were still too young to fully understand why their fathers never returned from their hunting trips or why there was barely anything to eat for dinner.

Every time you heard this dreaded tail, you couldn't help but scuff. For as long as you've been alive your town had been in utter disarray and chaos. Monsters from the woods -what the town's folk called "fae"- attacked the village daily. Stealing jewels, destroying homes, sometimes even swallowing children or sucking the blood of the dormant. There was also the looming threat of the green flames. Blazing emerald fires who couldn't be subdued by neither water nor dirt. They advanced further into the territory of the village by each full cycle of the moon. Leaving behind in their trail, thick impenetrable thorn bushes that had taken the homes of many and the lives of many more.

Awful, dreaded creatures those fae where...

But alas you did not yet know just how cruel they could be.

On another periodic morning, your younger sister jolted you awake, dragging you to the town center before you got a chance to change out of your nightgown.

In the center of the square was short man..no...not a man you noticed his pointed drawn back ears. "Fae" you gasped under your breath. But unlike the monstrous fairies that ravished your town taking on the appearances of trees and woodland creatures, this one resembled a boy of 15. The young-looking male began to speak, his voice was clear like crystals, and to his tone bats began to flock overhead. "Truly dreadful, these fairy folk are" your sister uttered in terror as she buried her face in your side.

"Heed my words, mortals. The young prince of thorns has decided to take a wife. By the setting of the sun a full day from today, two of his guards will come to collect your offering. If you chose to disregard this Wa-- friendly advice, then what is left of your town will be decimated before the end of summer. Your children eaten, wives imprisoned and husbands killed!" An unsteady hush rippled through the crowd. Some hothead youths began to throw rocks at the stranger only for the bats hovering above to shield him from the stones. Mothers hugged their children close begging for the man to "just leave".

"If" the man's voice rose once more like a cadaver emerging from the grave " my young master is pleased with your sacrifice than we shall reward you! Bring good health and prosperity to your otherwise sick and decaying village." His last words melted into the open air before he vanished in a cloud of squealing bats and ebony smoke.

The town's folk erupted in screeches, cursing at their deities while simultaneously praying to any god that would listen.

"Help us!"

"save us!"

"Don't let them take our daughters!"

The screams escalated to the point where you had to cover your ears with your shaking hands. Your eyes scanning each of the villager's faces, a pathetic lot they were, you thought to yourself. Scared by the words of a young magician. In a flash, your heart sped up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you marched to the center square where the boy had been mere moments ago. You stood tall, cupping your hands over your mouth.

"Listen well you disquiet, mindless lot!"

All eyes turned to you. Some holding looks of confusion, whilst others harbored glances of hope.

"This fae is lying! No way will they be satisfied with just one measly girl! No matter who we sacrifice to their so-called master, they'll still come after us! They'll still destroy our village! Let's not be stupid! Let's find a way to barricade the city instead of arguing over who to sacrifice!"

For an endless second all was quite. It was like the world had stopped turning, frozen in its place in the universe trying to decide what to do.

Then it happened,

Chants reverberating through the air

"Sacrifice her!" "Sacrifice her!"

"Sacrifice her!"........................

WHAT!

NO!

DID THOSE MORONS NOT LISTEN TO A SINGLE WORD YOU SAID!

The crowd started advancing. Eyes locked on your figure like those of a leopard on its prey. Their mouths were all a gap, chanting the words "sacrifice" over and over again. From behind the mob, your eyes locked with your sister's. You could practically feel the despair rolling off her figure as she covered her eyes and fell to her knees, her whole body rattling with a sort of distant rage...

A full day....it's funny how time passes all so quickly no matter what you do. Day in and day out nothing changes, pain is still pain, laughter is still laughter. Time just keeps slipping from between your fingers like sand. Even in the direst of times, Time doesn't show mercy, never once does it cease. It just ticks and ticks away until the inevitable moment arrives.

Your sister and aunt -the only two relatives that you hadn't lost to the fae- were in charge of preparing you for your so-called "wedding". Since your town was poor and isolated from other civilizations there wasn't much they could do to enhance your beauty. Smashing some berries to add color to your lips -and fervently ravishing the remains- using some coal to add shade behind your eyes, as well as around them and patting the dust of rose petals against your cheek. By the end, you hardly recognized the person staring back from the mirror. Sure the adjustments were minor but this was the most stunning you'd ever looked. "Is it almost time" your voice quivered, failing to hide the tears that began to fall. "Please don't cry sweetheart, we don't have any more coal to fix your eyes with." Your aunt's tone was monotone almost bordering on heartless. You couldn't really blame her, she'd gotten so used to having her loved ones plucked from her. One more would be no different. Sniffing as to keep the tears at bay, you nodded slowly. Your glossy eyes locked with your aunt's you could see the same fear and exhaustion in her fading irises as the night her son was slaughtered in front of her.

"Just a few reminders" your sister's voice was cheery like the chirping of early morning birds, but her face mimicked that of a kicked puppies. "Remember when the prince...fae...when he..you know...Oh, Lord please tell me he won't" She was shivering again. Her face twisted in horror. You knew what she was thinking, she was imagining you laying in the bed of that...that thing. She was imagining him entering you, kissing up and down your neck. Leaving patches of red skin over smooth flesh, bruises wherever his clawed hands touched you. She was imagining what was no doubt going to happen to you tonight...

the mere thought made bile rise to your throat.

"Darling, just keep saying how much you like it. It's all any man wants to hear." again your aunt or rather her lackluster form of speech was the rope binding you to your sanity.

"Do fae even have...those parts like humans do?" Your sister asked, only to be met with a glare from your aunt. "Stop wasting time on pointless questions! Hurry up and see if this dress fits your sister."

Sure enough, as you were escorted to where the thorn bushes met the village, two men, one standing tall and proud, whilst the other looked like he may topple over from fatigue at any moment, were awaiting you.

The green-haired man let out a haughty laugh, his blazing eyes scanning you from head to toe. "She's hardly worthy of the young master!" His dreadful voice was like the booming of thunder clouds. "It doesn't matter, Malleus-sama needs to be wedded off quickly so he can produce an heir. None of us are getting any younger by standing here debating the "worthiness" of yet another measly human" the silver-haired male's voice was the exact opposite of his comrades, his voice was soft and breathy like light drizzle after a storm.

The green-haired man looked ready to argue once more, but before he could open his mouth, his violet-eyed counterpart waved something thin in the air casing a pathway to open between the hedges.

It was dark between the brambles. The air was thick, stuffy, every breath was a struggle. Although it seemed neither of your traveling buddies minded the discomfort. Did fae even need air to survive?

After what could have been no less than a couple of hours, your small group made it to a large clearing where only a few rays of the sun leaked through the thick smoky clouds. Miss matched flowers in shades of grey littered the rocky barren ground. Maybe at some point, this place had been beautiful, stunning even...but whenever that time had been it was long gone now.

As you ventured farther into this monochrome land of loss and sorrow, the three of you approached a castle. It towered over everything else, grim in all its glory. "Young master Malleus is awaiting you inside..." The green-haired male's voice trailed off as his speech was interrupted by the deafening creaking of the doors parting open. Without another word the two men dragged you inside, pushing you through spiral staircases and long bleak passageways. Until you arrived at a lavish-looking room, a large throne sitting smugly in the front of the room. It's black, spiked appearance was enough to make you gasp in horror, you didn't desire to meet the monster that perched atop that throne. "Don't be so afraid." the silver-haired man whispers, his head is almost resting on your shoulder. "Malleus-sama is kind and fair. He is sure to love you better than any human ever could." you catch a hint of nostalgic sadness in the last part, like a long lost part of the lavender eyed boy's past caught in his throat like a glass shard.

Trumpets roared through the room blaring as two men, one short and fickle whilst the other tall and brooding walked in. "Malleus~" The short one sang as they both stopped in front of you "Say hello to your lovely new wife." the tall man's emerald eyes landed on you. His lips parted in a threatening smile...or maybe it was a smirk? He didn't seem to be too good at displaying emotions. Slowly he descended onto one knee, slipping your hand into his and kissing the top lightly.

"Hello, my darling little wife."

🧡🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁🧡

The After Glow Savanna was an absolute hell to be born in if your family did not belong to some royal inner court class. The endless days spent scavenging for scraps of food, walking miles for a simple glass of water, had become a sort of broken, habit beaten into the residents of the smaller less fortunate districts.

Eventually, you too would follow in your parent's footsteps, working odd jobs around the neighborhood, getting married to some guy, having kids, and giving them the same dreary life your parents had given you. It was simple -miserable- but simple never the less. In an odd way, you found a sort of comfort in how everything was set in stone. How you'd suffer through a few years then die of starvation or some disease in your husband's arms.

But little did you know that the only comfort you had in your horrible life was also going to be swiped from you.

When Ruggie, a dear childhood friend of yours returned from his prestigious school for the winter holidays you were overjoyed! A week with your best friend was the greatest gift you could ask for! But that excitement soon dulled when he announced to the neighborhood what the royal family had planned for the underdeveloped parts of the country.

"They want to demolish the homes and build parks and shopping strips instead"

The people of your tiny community gasped, shock and hopelessness mixing over their dirty, worn out faces. Some older siblings shielded the ears of their younger kin, some mothers hugged their children closer to their chests. "They can't do that to us!" Your voice was like a beacon through the thick fog of confusion. "We can't let them!" You turned to Ruggie who was seated next to you. His blue-grey eyes held a foreign sadness that you had never seen before. He was hiding something...something so grim that he was forced to shove it into the depths of his soul, locking it up and throwing away the key.

"There is a way..."

For such a hopeful phrase, Ruggie's tone harbored no happiness. You could practically see the tears that were clouding his beautiful eyes. "Tell us" someone from the crowd demanded, others soon joined in with their own chants. For a long moment, Ruggie said nothing, the shouts of despair falling on deaf ears.

"If.." his voice trailed off, as his gaze grew distant.

"If someone from the neighborhood were to marry the second prince..." Gasps of fear filled the air. Even the mere mention of the second prince's name was enough to send chills down people's spins.

"Then they could, as the newly appointed princess, convince the royal family and counsel to scrap this monstrous plan." No one uttered another word. No one was brave enough to face the man who could destroy anything with a simple touch.

But the sake of these people, people who had nothing but their families and a muddy roof over their head was on the line.

Do something, a tiny voice in your head screamed, save them, it begged. You shifted your head so to get a glimpse of Ruggie's face. "I-" you began but were cut off before you could even finish.

"I know you would say that."

His voice broke over every syllable. He knew you would give up your depressing nostalgia for the sake of others. Life in the castle would be hell, being married to that monster would be something worst than the dwellings of the devil.

It was a speedy arrangement, so fast that your head didn't have time to process anything. In the end, it almost seemed like the royal family was desperate to find a spouse for their youngest son.

Just marry him! Was what all the absentee looks told you.

Early that morning, Ruggie had dragged you to the castle, all tears, and grumbles. The palace guards let him in with no restrain, it almost felt like he'd been here before. Your childhood friend led you to a room in the further corner of a grand hall. He told you to stay outside as he went in to chat with the prince. Moments later the newly appointed king and queen came to usher you into a privet room and discuss the marriage. Not an hour later your fate had been sealed, you'd be married off to prince Leona tomorrow at sunrise. For "historical purposes" your neighborhood would be preserved and even taken care of. 'Historical purposes' you thought 'more the like a bribe to get you to marry this beast.

that night you were dragged this way and that by the queen herself. Taken for fitting after fitting. Trying on hundreds of wedding dresses who's prices could feed every mouth in your neighborhood for months! "Leona isn't very classy" the queen sighed in disappear. "He would probably prefer you to be in something laxer, shorter if you will" the tailors ran around trying to find something that would fit her vague description, as you stood facing her royal highness.

"What's he like?" you asked soullessly

"Spoiled, although not as heartless as the rumors make him out to be" She didn't seem to like giving straight answers

"will he harm me? It was an honest question, although the lack of thinking it took before the queen replied made your heart skipped a beat.

"Quite possibly, he is rather...aggressive at times. Just don't let his degrading comments get to you. He's not used to being around people"

The more she described the second-born prince the more it seemed she was actually speaking of some feral dog that had raised in isolation.

Oh, how doomed you were.

The wedding was even faster than the preparation. Ruggie walked you down an aisle of flowers, walking over the petals, killing them once and for all, ending their pointless existence. You stood by your self at the altar awaiting your husband to be. It took a rather long time before the doors were flung open and the king waltzed in carrying his struggling brother under his arm. "No need to worry, Leona was taking one of his catnaps again and forgot about today's events" the king announced, in what could only be described as a mock lively tone.

How on earth does someone forget their wedding! This prince really wasn't a typical human...heck you where beginning to think that the feral dog would have made a better groom.

snap, snap

A few magazine pictures here, a couple of family photos there...

Everything was so bright and loud...

right before you and the second prince were thrown into the darkness of his room. In the obscurity, you could ONLY make out the glowing of his emerald eyes.

You could feel him shifting closer, all the while you took shaking steps backwards. " I thought wives were supposed to leap into the arms of their husbands? Tell me little herbivore do I frighten you?"

Your voice refused to leave your throat, too afraid to come into contact with the prince.

"What's the matter? Did they not teach you to speak in on the streets you grew up on. Poor thing~"

Leona pounced across the room, tackling you to the ground. His sheer weight pinning you to the carpeted floor. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the silence.

How careless these royal were was the only intelligible thought that came to your frenzied brain.

Goosebumps littered your skin as Leona's claws cut into your flesh. His lips kissed over each wound as he made his way up to your cherry painted lips.

"You look so cute, you know, like a little mouse about to get devoured by a starving lion."

💙💀Idia Shroud💀💙

The rhythm of his heartbeat was slowing down, it felt like the patter of ants atop one's flesh. He was dying...this was an irreversible fact. The love of your life was dying and there was nothing you could do but sit idly by and watch the life fade from his pale bruised face. Your thumb ran over his knuckles in robotic-like strokes. Hours had passed, you'd shed all the tears that you had. He was gone...that was all there was to it.

For a hopeless second, you flicked your eyes to the open window on the opposite side of the room, There was never any sun on the island of lamination but regardless today seemed brighter than any other day. "How cruel" you muttered in a deadpan voice. Outside something...or better yet...someone was running through the fields, chasing what looked like a butterfly. The young child had blazing blue hair a symbol of the Shroud family...

THE SHROUD FAMILY

Your breath hitch in your lungs, your heart began to pound furiously in your chest. They could help you though hopefully. There family where distant relatives of the god of the underworld and a few years back -to your regulation- the hair of the family had been able to semi revive his younger brother. If he was able to bring back a child from the dead than surly they would have no problem returning your lost lover to you.

Your eyes waltz over his dormant face one last time before you got up and ran for the door.

"This is all for you my love, all of this is for you"

The Shroud family mansion was located at the top of one of the many hills that plagued the island. It was a dark grisly building that resembled the castles from old tales, where monsters laid dormant. Rumors spiraled around the rural civilization, some saying that the family was cursed by the lord of the dead, whilst others claimed that the shroud family were the long lost descendants of the lord of the dead and the maiden of spring. The curse had been placed on the family by the temperamental mother of the maiden of spring, anathematizing the family to be plagued with death and disappear for the rest of eternity.

Regardless of what their misfortune was, they may very well be the last people on earth who could help you. Surely if the family had brought back their youngest than they could bring back your lover!

You knuckles tapped furiously at the old metal doors of the frightful residence. The rhythm was unkept, unsteady, it's mere sound radiated urgency.

"PLEASE HELP ME"

Your throat burned as you screamed out those three lousy words.

After what felt like forever, the doors cracked open, revealing a tall man obscured by the shadows. Any light that touched the interior of the house seemed to die acidity, making peering inside nearly impossible.

"What business do you have?" The man's voice was croaky as if his vocal cords hadn't been used in years. For a split second, you closed your eyes, trying to organize the thoughts in your head. "My...my...h-hus...lover, my lover is d-dead...o-or rather he is dying....probably fully gone by now..." despite the mess of stuttered letters and mixed-up words, the man seemed to understand your situation. With a long sigh, he pulled you into the somber house.

Fingers still wrapped tightly around your wrist he pulled you around, guiding you through the darkness until you reached a large room lit only by the mysterious blue flames of the fireplace. Sitting by the warmth was a...well it was hard to tell, her face -despite it displaying every bone of her visage coupled with dark sunken eyes- resembled that of a woman no older than thirty, whilst her body resembled a decaying skeleton. What was she? Was she the lady of the residence or yet another monster this bizarre family had created.

"My, love" the man began to speak, his voice was somehow cleared like it had been given some sort of jolt. "This young lady needs Idia's help, she wants to bring back her lover from the dead."

The woman said nothing, her eyes staring ahead, burning a hole in the wall right by your head. "What will she give him in return" despite her "deteriorating" appearance her voice was like soft silk on one's skin, melodious and fair.

"Why herself!" This time the man's voice boomed across the house, echoing through the hallways and falling on you like a cave in.

"M-myself! What the hell do you mean!"

"It sounds fair" the women agreed "my darling sweet son saves your lover and instead you agree to marry him! Oh how wonderful, just like in the tales about grandfather Hades!"

She seemed too thrilled about this, her snow-white eyes gleaming with a sort of delusional passion.

"Idia! Idia honey! Come down your father has a surprise for you!"

The hollow sound of footsteps soon filled the quiet air. Followed by another soft blue glow.

Was there no normal fire in this house?

But it wasn't fire, not exactly. When your eyes fell on the heir of the Shroud family, you suddenly felt a nervous wave crash over you. There was something -even more- unsettling about him, he looked nothing like his charming little brother. For one his hair wasn't...well hair! Sure you'd expect a small batch of blazes heading upwards but this was something else entirely! It resembled a large bonfire that floated towards the ground, rouge sparks falling in every which direction, sizzling and then dying abandoned on the floor. And his eyes, Miosis like pupils floating around in a pool of lemon yellow.

But all the physical appearances aside, the most unsettling thing about him was the gloomy aura that leaked off him, suffocating anyone in his presence. Nervously you took a step back only to be yanked forward again by the taller man.

"Idia baby!" His mother ran over to him, cradling his hands in hers "This cute young lady has agreed to marry you if you can save her lover, just like in that old tale about your great grandfather! Oh, my this is all so romantic!"

It seemed like no one here understood that you were in love WITH SOMEONE ELSE! Or maybe they did and chose to disregard it. Instead, using the bits they retained as kindling to feed their raw excitement. You shifted your gaze back to Idia's face. To your utter terror, he was...smiling? Could that...look...even be called a smile? It seemed more like the way a shark would bare its teeth at a defenseless seal! Oh, gods please don't let this...thing...be your future husband!

"It should be easy enough," His golden gaze landed on you "W-when did...did he die?" it took a few moments before you register that he was talking to you or technically asking you something. "A...A few..." your voice cracked, tears streaming down your eyes.

"So recently...okay that shouldn't be a p-problem." He turned on his heels and walked back into the seclusion of the halls "I'll grab some things and meet you by the front door"

A few things ended up being a pile of wires and bolts. Something that looked like a light blue ball of energy and so many tools whose names seemed to go over your head.

Idia was kneeling by your lover's bed, pulling apart the skin and fusing metal in its place. Your darling's chest was cracked open, his ribs poking out towards the sky as if praying for life from the lord of the sky. Every once in awhile Idia would pull out a long tool with smoke floating from the top. He'd lay it on an organ watching as the tissue fiber sizzled away under the heat. He would then tie wires and small circular batteries inside.

"His heart stopped working, I'm guessing from some sort of shock"

You just hummed in response, too caught up in how the man you loved was beginning to look like a modern-day Frankenstein rather than a human being.

The sun had long since faded when Idia finally got up from his spot. His bones cracked and screeched at the sudden change, his muscles giving out halfway leaving him to rely on the wall for support to stand. Your lover's chest had been sewn back and covered with a silver piece of metal. His neck was wrapped in the same sort of alloy. His left arm had been cut open so Idia could shove the energy ball inside than cover it, leaving a small enough gap for wires that stretched from his chest to weld into the ball.

"He just needs a boost" Idia murmured that shark-like grin overtaking his pale face once more. From the side table, he plucked up to jumper cables and clipped them on either side of his neck. Jolts and crackles filled the room and sparks flew in every direction, the once-dead body shuffled around, arms and legs moving at random. You shrieked and duck behind Idia.

Only then did he pry the clips from his neck.

Nothing

for too long nothing happened... then there was a slight wiggle in one finger, then another. His eyes slowly began to prey open, looking over his surroundings. The moment his confused gaze feel onto you. Idia turned you around to face him, clumsily smashing his blue chapped lips onto yours.

From the corner of his eyes, Idia watched as the other man began to understand what was happening...even if he was just resurrected there was still agony at the sight of his lover kissing another...

Good! That should show him who you belonged to now!

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ja-lin · 4 years ago

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Taming the Tigress (Pride Month Writing Challenge Day 1, 2)

Fandom: Voltage Lovestruck Series: Sweet Enchantments Characters: Runa x MC Wordcount: 2200 Notes: MC’s PoV on how she feels about Runa. Warnings: Rough sex scene at end, but no vulgar language used.

I’ve forgotten how many days have passed since being confined to this magical cafe and bound to a magician. I’m a fawn lost in a jungle of predators. But, everytime Runa walks past me, the exotic spiced scent of her perfume makes my heart flutter, a butterfly towards the sweet bosom of a flower.

Runa has the ferocity of a tiger and everyone warns me not to approach her. All the taunting voices echo through my ears that my relationship with the tigress is unhealthy and punishable in the magic world. But, I know in my heart that the tigress is lonely and her ferocious roars are no more than drawn out weeps that echo through the night.

In the darkness, I hear the sound of a certain mysterious barista, like a one man orchestra working his magic at the bar. If anyone can give me advice about how to approach the tigress, it's Zain. Before I even sit down on a bar stool and begin to ask him a question about Runa, he gracefully turns around to face me, silken hair falling smoothly onto his shoulders, like ocean waves coming to a rest onto the sands of a beach.

Zain is holding a beautiful ceramic tea cup, the edges of the cup adorned with intricate gold patterns resembling flowers and butterflies. The scent of the tea hits me and I’m transported to a field of exotic wildflowers.

Not only is Zain a skilled barista, his knowledge on rare teas is impressive. He explains, "This is special floral tea made from the petals of the blooming monarch flower.“

I continue to sip the tea, each sip bringing me deeper and deeper into the field of wildflowers.

Zain’s voice is a gentle breeze in the field, “There is a legend about the origin of the flower's name. Ancient magicians say that during the monarch butterfly mating season, one butterfly could not find love. It was sad and had no energy left to flutter. After drifting around with the wind for several days, the butterfly landed on the petals of a beautiful, kind flower. The flower shielded the butterfly from wind, rain, and sun until it was strong enough to speak."

Yet, the flower noticed the butterfly was weeping one night and asked, "Why are you weeping my dear butterfly?"

The butterfly woefully responded, "Everyone around me has found someone to be with for life, but alas I will never be able to find love."

The flower decided to take a risk, "Take my nectar, regain your strength and you will surely find your true love."

The butterfly was shocked by the flower's sacrifice, "But, you will perish if I do so! I could not do that to a friend!"

The flower curled its petals as if embracing the lone butterfly, "I may not be a butterfly and I am from a completely different world, but I am doing this because I love you more than a friend. Please take my nectar and live a happy life, for if you perish I could not stand living another day."

The butterfly began to weep again, "I cannot take your nectar and live a happy life because my life would not be happy without you."

Zain continues to speak, voice smooth and smoky like dark chocolate melting against the heat of a kiss, “And, so there the monarch butterfly and the flower remained. Their love blossomed and grew -- seasons upon seasons passed and one spring, a magician stumbled upon a field of beautiful flowers that had petals resembling the monarch butterfly.”

As Zain finishes his story, the aroma of the tea draws me like a butterfly to a flower. He offers me the delicate cup and I take a sip. The tea tastes bittersweet with a strong floral finish that lingers in my mouth.

I ask Zain for another cup of the tea, “Runa would love a cup of this tea, maybe it’ll cheer her up.”

To my surprise, Zain already has a tray of tea and snacks setup as he speaks to me, “What a coincidence as I was about to ask you to bring this to her! She has barely eaten anything all day and even the turnips are worried for their mother.”

Zain winks at me as I take the tray up to Runa’s room.

I take a deep breath and enter the lair of the tigress. The room is dim, but I can make out the shape of Runa laying sideways on her bed facing the wall. Maybe this was a bad decision, I’m having second thoughts.

Before I can change my mind, Runa roars in a fiery tone, but her voice is cracked as if she had been sobbing for hours, “Get the fuck out and leave me alone. Doors were made for a reason. To be shut.”

I know I can’t back down, so despite the tigress snapping at me, I approach and sit next to her on the bed, “Zain wanted me to bring this tray of tea and snacks. It’s a rare tea, from the petals of the monarch flower.”

Runa lets out a snort and a short mocking laugh before shifting and sitting up in bed next to me. Unable to contain herself, Runa bursts out laughing, “Oh, that dumb story he always tells. Zain’s always a big fanboy of fantasy stories with romance and legends. Lately, he’s been telling me about this novel he’s reading, of a girl from Chicago who gets dropped into some fantasy world and she managed to help save a knight and sorceress escape the wrath of an evil queen.”

I set the silver tray onto my lap and mention to Runa that the novel was made into a movie a couple summers back.

“There was a movie called The Void’s Embrace, it was pretty popular and the audience was so disappointed when the knight sacrificed himself to save the girl and the sorceress. The sorceress lost her memory, but at the same time that also meant she forgot about years of war and abuse. The girl was heartbroken, but wanted the sorceress to live a peaceful life without memory of war and abuse. At the end of the movie, true love’s kiss brought the memories back.”

Runa rolls her eyes and grabs a biscuit from the tray to pop into her mouth, speaking as she chews. Some turnips sneak out of the crate, curious about the sugary crumbs dropping to the floor. Runa flicks pieces of biscuit down to the curious turnips.

“Silly humans. To hell with true love’s kiss. Fantasy romance is such bull crap because the writers make it so poetically perfect, but in reality that’s not how it works. You're such a hopeless nerd for fantasy romance. Nothing in reality is that perfect, second chances and redemption don't exist. Once you fucked up once in real life, there's no fixing it. Everyone will look at you like you're a monster that belongs in some deep, dark pit or locked up forever in a dungeon. True love doesn’t exist.”

Challenging the tigress in her lair proves difficult, but I know need to take a risk.

“But, fantasy stories like that give us hope to keep trying. The sorceress knew she did horrible things in the past, so she didn't feel like she deserved to be loved. I think that everyone deserves a chance. Whatever happened yesterday can't be changed, whatever's going to happen in the future is uncertain, but today...we can control what we do today in the present. I want to take control of the present. And, I just wanted to know your honest feelings. Everytime I try to ask you about our relationship, the door slams shut in my face.”

Runa turns to face me so fast, bracing both my shoulders with such ferocity that it knocks the tray off my lap. The sounds of the silverware and tray dropping wake up some more turnips that had been sleeping in a crate nearby. They wobble out, some of them yawning -- and they begin to help their mother clean up the mess. I'm momentarily distracted by the cute, sentient root vegetables and don't notice that Runa's face is only inches from mine. I only snap out of my turnip pantomime trance when I feel her hot breath against my cheeks, but I don’t cower as she roars at me, bearing her teeth.

"Like I said. Doors were made to be shut. Stubborn humans. You don't fucking understand anything about about me and my past! Nobody understands me, yet everyone judges me and tries to help me. I suggest you stop trying and just give up now, just like the rest of them gave up on me and left me hanging. Stop giving me false hope, the light is unreachable from where I am deep in the lair. You don't fucking know shit. I wish you'd have never shown up at the cafe!”

The words Runa spew at me are harsh, but I know that’s just her way of shielding herself from her emotions. Following her outburst, she uses her arms as a physical shield, crossing them over her bosom as she turns her back to me. Even as Runa's hands drop from my shoulders, I can still feel their heated presence like footsteps on hot sand that only slowly wash away with the cold ocean tide. I gently place my hands on Runa's shoulder to comfort her, but she jerks around to face me, freezing from the sudden touch, eyes wide with surprise that any prey would dare challenge the predator.

I take a deep breath and lock my eyes with Runa's.

“Yes. You got that right! I am a stubborn human, but this means I will never, NEVER give up on you. My entire life, I've known the pain of loving someone, but needing to suppress it, to hide it deep in my heart because others around me won't accept it. The fear of rejection, the fear of the one I love leaving me because I'm not worthy enough or I'm not real enough. It's like drinking poison everyday. You're not the only one with monsters within you. We all carry that burden, but at the same time we dream that one day we'll find someone who will accept us for the monsters we truly are.”

Runa opens her mouth slightly about to speak, but her lips become sealed again and she averts her gaze away from me. The tigress knows she’s been challenged --she’s never been challenged before by prey and she doesn’t know how to counter it.

So, I continue to advance, “Everytime I see you, hear your voice, feel your presence, and smell your scent -- it's like drinking more poison. I know it's killing me, but I can't stop drinking it.”

I shift my hands up her shoulders until I’m cupping her warm, flushed cheeks and turn her face so we’re gazing into each others eyes. With confidence that prey never had against a predator I attack, “Runa Amberthorne, true love is the antidote. But, I'm content to drink all your poisons until the day I die.”

With that being said, I draw her face towards mine until our lips meet. The tension, like sparks, suddenly ignites a fire I’ve never seen before in Runa’s eyes. The tigress is finally awake and I’m vulnerable as the prey. She wraps her arms around my body and returns the kiss with ferocity, deep and passionate -- her tongue dancing in my mouth as she explores and tastes me. As the dance ends, she playfully rakes her teeth against my lower lip and gently bites down before sitting back to catch her breath. Runa rolls her tongue across her lips and teeth and I know she's hungry for more. Offering myself, I fall back onto the bed, my hair sprawling out on either side of my head -- my quickened breaths and gasps only fueling the flames of her desire.

Like a tigress she pounces on to me, framing my body with both her muscular arms, nails digging into the bed like claws -- I’m frozen like prey staring into her intense amber eyes, but soon heat spreads through me like a wildfire out of control as she rips my clothing off -- nails digging into my skin as she does so. The slight sight of blood trickling from where her nails streaked down my tender skin releases her ferocious inner beast. The tigress, starved for eons begins to devour me from head to toe.

I can feel how toned Runa’s arms are against my inner thighs as she lays fiery kisses down my body, lower and lower, until I gasp her name. Strands of Runa’s pink bangs stick to her face, now slick with the sweat. Runa slightly tilts her head up and our eyes lock. She sets my flames of desire ablaze with deliberate, relentless strokes of her tongue. I don’t dare break my gaze with her amber eyes, for I want the flames to keep burning hot throughout the night.

I am hers now and forever, as she claims and marks me with her mouth.

#runa amberthorne #sweet enchantments #lovestruck #my writing #...goal is to write a short fic a day for pride month #this is for personal practice #i want to make a visual novel game thats similar to missed messages #this is day 1 and 2 cuz this fic is so long and i drew something #imma have to think of something for day 3

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ambientstars · 4 years ago

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You once said you are a sl*t for praise so I was hoping you could write a 13 and fem reader about that? Please 😇

Gif credit: unknown

Note: I realised you asked for 13 after I wrote this, so I apologies for changing it. This isn’t half as detailed as I could’ve been, but I was already getting carried away, I didn’t want to make it worse. So anyway, I called myself out in this fic and yes, my praise kink still lives on to this day.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, praise kink and excessive kisses.

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Bright lights flashed across her eyes, blinding her in shades of blue, red and green, but nothing could distract her from what, or rather who she was looking at.

The club was jam-packed, sweaty bodies grinding with each other and bumping into one another as drunken people pushed past the crowds to make their way to the dance floor or the bar.

The whole place was full of aliens of all kinds, some more human-like than others, all of them enjoying themselves at the never ending party the club hosted.

The music invaded The Master’s ears, the lyrics becoming blurred as she zoned out and sipped on her drink. She was completely transfixed, her eyes never moving for even a second, barely blinking. She watched as you danced in her line of vision, swaying your hips in smooth circles, your body moving in such a compelling way, it was hypnotising.

She finished her drink and blindly put the glass on the table to the side of her, just missing the edge of it. She stood, her long legs already taking her in the direction of where you were.

You held your messy hair out of the way, strands of it sticking to your sweaty face. Your eyes were closed and a big smile adorned your face, pure happiness radiating from you as you moved under the lights, dancing alone and seemingly without a care in the world.

You opened your eyes just as The Master reached you and your smile became even brighter, taking her hand and pulling her in close. Your midsections pressed together, her hips swaying and grinding against yours.

“Darling.” The timelord greeted with a sly smile, her hands falling to your hips and holding you as close as possible.

You rested your head against The Master’s shoulder, your arms coming up to snake around her neck. A light floral smell of perfume invaded The Master’s nose and it made it hard to concentrate on anything else, now that all of her senses were bombarded by you.

“Master,” The music was loud around you, but she heard perfectly, every part of her focused on nothing but you. “What are you doing here?”

“Aren’t I allowed to have fun, too?”

The Master and yourself had history, a long history. You’d dated for a while, your relationship blazing and hurried, your days spent tangled in the sheets with her, the whole thing burning brightly so quickly, but burning out just as quick.

Your once romantic relationship turned to arguing almost daily, the bond turning sour and toxic. No one could ever say what you had wasn’t passionate. Even in your last few days together lust burned in your eyes, your voices raised, every emotion on high frequency. Passionate was the perfect word for your relationship.

Your eyes slipped closed at the feeling of the fingernails digging into your sides, the pain barely noticeable over the spine tingling feeling that came with it. “You came here to dance?”

“Actually, I came here to drink,” The Master shrugged. “But now that I have you here…”

The sharp point of a small dagger was pressed to your side, The Master’s free hand snaking around to the small of your back to keep you still. She applied only the pressure needed to make you aware that she wasn’t playing games, her eyes holding yours as you lifted your head to look at her.

“I need you to do something for me.”

“You don’t need to use that on me. You know that.” You shook your head, your smile returning. “Tell me what you need, I’ll do it.”

Neither of you spoke for a minute, your bodies still swaying together, holding onto each other even tighter than before. You carefully placed your hand on top of hers that was holding the knife and moved it away from you, forcing it back down to her side, indicating to put it away.

The Master rested her forehead against yours, a smirk pulling at her red painted lips. “Such a good girl.”

Your stomach fluttered at the praise, your heart skipping a beat. The Master knew your weakness for praise, your eagerness to please too good not to exploit.

She leaned down and pressed her lips against yours in a barely there kiss, fleeting and ending all too soon. With eyes closed, you blindly chased her kiss, reaching on tiptoes as she stood upright again in her heels, slipping the weapon back into her pocket.

She stroked the side of your face with her thumb, her palm holding your jaw with a grip that kept you from pursuing her any further. She laughed lightly, watching as you frowned. “Always so needy.”

The whine that escaped you didn’t go unnoticed, The Master’s brow quirking in response. “Don’t tease me, Master. Please.”

“Would I ever?” You knew not to answer, despite the answer being yes, yes she would indeed.

She led you over to the dimly lit seating area in the corner of the club, growling move at the couple sitting there. The Master was well known throughout the universe and therefore when she demanded something of someone, they complied or faced the consequences.

The less human-like alien couple scrambled from their seats and moved elsewhere to continue their conversation. She gently pushed you towards the couch in the back, watching as the backs of your knees hit the edge and you fell into a sitting position.

She leant over you and crawled between your legs as you settled against the back of the couch corner, her knee just below the hem of the short dress you were sporting.

“What are you doing?” You swallowed, your eyes following her face that was closing in on yours.

“Do you want me to stop?” She spoke against your cheek, her lips softly brushing your skin.

You shook your head no, your hands pulling her closer by her shoulders. She moved her head, tracing her lips along your jaw painfully slow, placing a lingering kiss just below your ear.

“Good girl.” With her ear near your mouth, she heard the moan that rumbled through you as your head fell back in submission. “Oh love, that’s my favourite sound.”

She kissed downwards, across your jaw to your throat. She allowed her tongue to dance across your skin with each open mouthed kiss, warm and wet where your pulse throbbed.

She moved lower, bringing her slow kisses to your collarbones, focusing in the sensitive hollow and the dip at the bottom of your throat, chuckling when you swallowed harshly.

She was in no rush, brushing the tip of her nose up the length of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent, and nudging your chin back when she reached the top. Her long fingers encircled your neck, squeezing ever so slightly to bring you back to your senses and gasp in a deep breath.

“Say it,” she mumbled, her forehead leaning on yours, eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

You knew exactly what she wanted to hear, she’d made you say it plenty of times before. At this point, it was second nature. “Master, I need you.”

Her grip tightened on your throat as she groaned, her eyes falling closed and her lips connecting with yours finally after so long of waiting, she grabbed your face in a strong hold that kept you in place.

She placed one hand by your head to keep herself steady and the other snaked around your waist, pulling you up to press your body against hers, your hips rolling on their own accord.

The beat of the song playing around you thrummed in your ears, the vibration of the base felt through the couch, adding to your trembling. You could hardly concentrate on anything else, The Master’s soft and enticing kiss pulling you deeper and deeper into her, your mind going blank.

She broke away from you to allow air to refill your lungs, moving back to your jaw and neck in the meantime, eliciting a whimper when she sucked lightly on the sensitive skin.

“Good girl.”

You could’ve melted into the couch beneath you, your muscles giving out and your bones failing to hold you up properly, something that made The Master laugh smugly, the hand that held your throat now moving up to hold your jaw and forcing you to look at her.

“You like that, don’t you?” Her hand from beside your head found its way to your thigh, sliding up so slow you could’ve screamed. The hand slipped under your dress, reaching higher in search of the thin fabric that covered your modesty.

You nodded, your breath coming in pants, your face flushed and your eyes darting between her hazel ones, now darker in appearance under the dim light of the smoky room.

“I want you to show me how much of a good girl you are.” She smirked, placing one more simple kiss to your swollen lips before she retreated completely, sitting up.

You followed without thought, desperate to remain close to her and the heat that radiated from her body. She sat back in her seat and allowed you to straddle her thighs, holding your waist to sit you down in her lap.

She pulled you forward by the hips and then pushed you back again, the friction between her thigh and your damp fabric covered heat sent a shock of electricity through you, your body falling forward slightly in response.

You gasped as she repeated her movements, your hands gripping the back of the couch either side of her head, your knuckles turning a lighter shade.

“Move, darling.” She brought you forward with her fingers holding your chin, bringing your lips back to hers. Her kiss was searing, hot and wet, and fast. “Ride it.”

You did as you were told, continuing the movements of your hips on your own, the sparks of electricity shooting through you at a rate you could hardly keep up with, your thighs aching with the unfamiliar movement. You gave little to no thought to the people who could be watching you, too caught up in the moment The Master had created.

The Master carried on with her praises, knowing they made you weaker each time she uttered them in your ear.

“Keep going, love. You’re doing great.”

“Does that feel good? Such a good girl, doing as your Master says.”

“My sweet girl. Go slower, I want to watch this for as long as possible.”

“That’s it. Just like that.”

You bit your lip as hard as your skin would allow without splitting, your head thrown back as you rode The Master’s thigh, going slow like she had ordered, feeling the heavy heat in your stomach burn hotter and hotter.

In your blissfully heightened state, your eyes squeezed closed, you missed the timelord take a glance behind you at someone, a satisfied smirk on her lips, her brow raised playfully.

“Master.” Your voice, your warning, came as a whisper, but she heard you as clearly as if you’d shouted in a quiet and empty room.

She held the back of your neck as she brought your head to rest on her shoulder, your movements becoming sloppy and desperate. She kissed along your jaw, mumbling encouragement into your ear and you moaned uncontrollably into hers.

“Good girl.”

That was the final straw, shockwaves crashing through you like lightning had directly hit you, your body slumped into The Master’s as you convulsed. She held you close, stroking your hair and remained quiet, giving you the time you needed to compose yourself.

She pulled you into another scorching kiss, her tongue sliding across your bottom lip, demanding to enter. Her hand was back on your face, cradling it gently, her kiss moving into a passion you’d never seen from the timelord and momentarily you wondered if this meant you’d have to go again.

“You look so pretty like this,” The Master pulled herself away, keeping her face a breaths distance from yours. “Pink cheeks, lips swollen, eyes watery, your body shaking. I could admire you like this forever.”

You groaned in embarrassment, hiding your face in the crook of her neck, your warm breath against her throat sending shivers down her spine.”So what was it you needed me to do? Earlier, I mean.”

“You just did it.” She laughed loudly, stroking up and down your back. “Come on, we’re going to my TARDIS.”

You lifted your head suddenly, your mind swimming at the speed. “We are?”

She grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

You bit your lip, a wave of excitement and anticipation washing over you. “No, Master.”

She smiled and pulled you up from the seat, pushing past crowds towards the time ship that she had disguised as a supply cupboard, your hand tightly held in hers.

“I’ve missed you.” She pushed your back against the door, her leg falling between yours and brushing against you, another wave of sparks flooding through you. “You came here alone, right?”

You nodded immediately, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and pulling her into yet another heated kiss, frenzied and determined to continue feeling like a human firework under The Master’s talented hands.

“Good girl.”

From the other side of the club, The Doctor stood, the drink you had sent him to get previously in his hand. Between dancing aliens, he stood frozen and dumbfounded, having watched the whole ordeal with The Master, mixed emotions filling him to the brim.

He watched as you entered the TARDIS that wasn’t his without so much as one thought for leaving him behind. The supply cupboard disappeared without anyone noticing and with that, The Doctor’s stomach plummeted, his chest tightening.

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choke on me—chapter four

breathe me in (prequel fic)

chapter three

chapter five

a/n: this is a pretty chill chapter, and chapter five is going to be the exact opposite so have fun with this one while you can ;) also for my bilingual readers, if i have any, please excuse my shitty Italian in this chapter, i'm literally just working off of google translate

rating: pretty gen...this time

warning(s): n/a

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Carmen couldn't have picked a better day for a carnival; It's not too hot out for it to be August nonetheless. A slight breeze ruffles Tony's ungelled hair, sending his bangs into his eyes. He smooths the hair back with a huff. So much for keeping it casual today. His brief irritation dissipates when he looks, truly looks, at his surroundings.

The scent of cotton candy and funnel cake and something smoky, no doubt barbecue, carries on the wind. There are two long lines of booths, rides, and rest places alike stretching for a good yard. The other volunteers are zooming about, dressed in bright red tees like the Avengers, finishing up last-minute preparations.

"She doesn't half-ass anything, huh?" Clint says. He sounds impressed and…a little excited. Tony can't lie...he's excited too.

"I'll say," Steve says, and there's no hiding the awe in his voice. "I can't believe some of these rides even exist."

Out the corner of his eye, Tony sees Thor lean down to whisper something in Bruce's ear, blue eyes dancing. Whatever he said makes Bruce laugh, a real one, not the sharp little chuckle that's usually full of self-loathing or sarcasm or both.

They're off to a good start. Even Natasha looks pleased, or as pleased as she can be, with her arms crossed in front of her. She's taking in their surroundings too, but Tony knows that a part of her isn't doing it for fun. She's looking for enemies, escape routes, any possible threats to her and the others.

"You can take an agent out of the field," he thinks. He hopes that maybe she'll loosen up by the end of the day, preferably without anyone getting hurt.

"Where's Solomita?" she asks. "I want to know what we’re doing.”

"I know where she is," Tony says and leads the way, picking out Carmen's chirpy voice, throwing out orders and praise with a megaphone, Jesus Christ.

"Make sure you're at your booths in ten minutes! The kids are going to be arriving soon!"

She's crossing things off on her clipboard when Tony and the Avengers following behind him pull up in front of her.

She hasn't changed a bit since Tony's last seen her. She's still tan, still short, shorter than Tony. Her dark wavy hair is pulled back into what she used to call her "business braid" for when she had "shit that needs to be done."

Tony clears his throat, and Carmen looks up, her big brown eyes going wide before a grin breaks across her face and—

Carmen pounces on him, full-on throwing her arms around Tony's neck. Tony catches her no problem and—Carmen's mood is so infectious—gives her a little twirl before setting her down.

"Jesus Christ," Clint says under his breath. "She almost took him out."

"Did not," Carmen says, and Clint has the good sense to look bashful. "This is normal for us. Especially when someone hasn't reached out in two. Years," she says, slapping Tony on the arm twice for emphasis.

"Ouch," he says, rubbing his arm. "I've been busy."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save the world a few times, and suddenly you have no time for your friends," she says, grinning, so Tony knows she's joking. She turns to the Avengers, who've all been standing there awkwardly like they're the new kids in school.

"All jokes aside, I'm thankful for you guys, all of you," she says. "Who knows where we'd be without the Avengers." She sticks out her hand for them to shake and for a split second, nobody moves. Maybe it was the genuine gratitude in Carmen's voice, or the others were still trying to process Carmen's everything, but the smile on her face starts to waver at their hesitation.

Steve is the first to act, taking Carmen's hand in his own. "Thank you, ma'am," he says. "I know I speak for everyone when I say that we're glad the team exists, and we'll help out any way we can."

"Thank you," Tony mouths to him, and Steve gives him a slight nod, letting go of Carmen's hand.

Thor steps up next and, in true princely fashion, bows, bringing Carmen's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her palm. "A pleasure to be here, my lady," Thor says.

Carmen's face is red when Thor straightens back up, releasing her hand. After that, it's like the others shift into gear. Clint apologizes for his comment. Bruce offers her a kind hello until it's just Natasha who steps up until she's right in front of Carmen. Even though they're the same height, Carmen stiffens up, looking at Natasha like she's about to get chastised.

Natasha simply...sticks out her hand. "It’s nice to meet you,” she begins.

Carmen takes Natasha’s hand slowly like she’s expecting some trick.

“I’m actually a fan,” Natasha says. “I saw your work this February while undercover. Very nice.”

"Thank you," Carmen says. If she blushes anymore, Tony’s going to start worrying about her health. "I was actually inspired by your suit. The leather and the bodycon silhouette paired well with Fall and Winter."

"Oh, really?" Natasha says, raising her brows. Natasha looks her up and down, and Carmen, much to her credit, holds her gaze. "I have ideas for your spring collection if you'd like to hear them."

And just like that, the Avengers have won Carmen over forever. And Tony didn't even have to make any threats. Maybe today won't be a disaster after all.

"Yes, please," Carmen says, her voice coming out high and reedy. "I mean since you're offering—"

“Carmen,” Tony interrupts before she starts melting under the full force of Natasha’s undivided attention, “what’s the game plan for today?”

"Game plan. Right. We're here to work." Carmen clears her throat, a flush still staining her cheeks, and flips through some of the pages on her clipboard. "Okay, Tony, you're easy. You're running the basketball booth."

Basketball. He can do basketball.

"Mr. Rogers," Carmen says. Natasha starts humming "Won't You Be My Neighbor" until Steve shoots her an exasperated look.

"Sorry," Natasha says, not sounding sorry at all.

"Please, call me Steve," Steve says. "She already has that song set as my ringtone."

"Steve," Carmen says. "I know you're an artist. Think you could do caricatures slash portraits?"

Steve nods. "Easy enough."

The rest of the assignments go quickly. Natasha gets the sharpshooting booth, Clint's over Ring Toss, and Thor and Bruce will oversee the sack race. Now that introductions and assignments are over, there's a thrum of excitement to the air. Or anxiety. Tony's not sure yet.

"Nervous?" Carmen says to him. She's tucked her pen behind her ear.

"Maybe," he says. "Maybe not. It could just be indigestion."

"Gross," she laughs, wrinkling her nose. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I meant what I said, you know. I'm glad you guys showed up. You know how much A Helping Hand means to me."

Of course, he does. Carmen's like him...in more ways than one. She had been orphaned at nineteen when her parents' plane had gone down over the Atlantic.

And at twenty-one, she had also found herself the sole heir to a family fortune and no family to share it with. She got the idea for A Helping Hand after Tony's own parents had died.

Tony repeats what she had told him all those years ago. "Us orphans gotta stick together."

"Damn right," she says. "Siamo famiglia."

"Siamo famiglia," Tony echoes.

"Congrats on your new additions, by the way," Carmen says.

Tony's brows furrow. "What new additions?" he asks.

Carmen tilts her head at him like she used to whenever she thought he had said something stupid. "You're telling me that those five supermodels you call teammates just came here for shits and giggles?"

"They needed a day off," Tony explains. "I offered. Nothing else to it."

"They came because you asked them, dumbass. They're your friends."

Tony's not going to argue with her, mostly since the others have stopped talking amongst themselves and are looking right at them.

"Anyway," he says pointedly, "can you point me in the direction of my booth?"

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For the next three hours, Tony shoves Carmen's words from his mind and throws himself into teaching anyone who steps up to the basketball booth about physics. It wasn't cheating per se; Tony simply calculated the angle the kids would have to throw the ball along with the perfect amount of force. The looks of shock followed by unabashed glee after they made a basket more than made up for any guilt he was feeling.

His break comes faster than he wants it to, but he has to take one eventually and decides the best way to do that is to take a walk. His fellow volunteer, a young man named Jake, says he'll be able to hold down the fort while Tony's gone. Maybe Tony will check on the others, see how they're faring.

“It’s a great day to fly,” he thinks. The sky is a soft pale blue that soothes his heart. Cirrus clouds, like pulled apart cotton candy, lazily make their way across the horizon. Maybe after the carnival is over, he’ll take the suit out for a ride and cruise through the skies.

He wanders without direction, letting his feet carry him wherever they fancy. Seldom does Tony get quiet moments to himself like this. There was always a fire to put out, a project to work on, kittens to rescue from trees, that sort of thing. Not that he ever doubted her, but maybe Pepper was right. Maybe he did work too hard.

The sound of children squealing pulls him from his thoughts and brings a smile to his face. Carmen had spared no expense, not that he expected any less, as he takes in the Tilt-a-Whirl lifting its arms higher and higher. The riders throw their arms up in the air, their laughter carrying on the wind. For today, they would get to fly too.

Tony continues on, the shouts and whoops and laughs fading into the background; he's made it to a quieter part of the carnival where they tucked off all of the arts and crafts booths.

There's the finger painting table where plenty of toddlers and adults alike are flinging paint onto sheets of canvas. One kid rises from the face painting table with Cap's shield emblazoned upon his cheek and a booth over...there's Steve, drawing caricatures for the kids. There's a curve to his lips. Steve's biting back a smile at the little boy trying (and failing) to sit still in his chair as he draws him. Tony's heart jumps at the sight. He's tempted to slide into the line for Steve's booth himself, but something holds him back. It could be the look of contentment on Steve's face or the kid's near infectious excitement—Tony feels like he's intruding on something private. Someone else's life. Someone else's dream.

His heart pangs in his chest as the little boy jumps as soon as his drawing is finished and throws himself into Steve's arms. Steve startles but recovers quickly, giving the kid a polite hug back.

For some reason, Tony thinks of the kid he met not even a year ago when everyone thought he was dead: Harley. Tony didn't hug Harley. He didn't have it in him to hug Harley. The kid deserved it, though, for dealing with Tony's shit. Tony liked kids well enough, but having one of his own? He would never admit it out loud, but it scared him. And Steve...Steve deserved more than a coward.

There's less energy in his steps as he turns around and walks right back to the basketball booth.

He knows he still has time left on his break, but for some reason, he can't bring himself to care.

He finishes his shift with little fanfare, the carnival-goers opting for the rides and fair food after loading up on prizes for the day.

His head's all foggy like he just got up from a nap. He's so out of it, he doesn't even realize that the others are walking up to his booth. Tony blinks slowly, trying to ignore the pressure building in his forehead, a sure sign of a headache.

"Hey," Steve says when they make it to his booth. "You about ready?"

Tony winces, prompting the others to look him up and down.

"You okay? What's bothering you?" Clint asks.

"Just got a headache," Tony says, stepping out from his booth, giving Jake a wave. Jake waves back, trying his best not to look starstruck at the sight of the other Avengers.

"Did you eat at all?" Natasha asks, and as soon as she says something, his stomach growls.

"Guess not," Bruce says.

"You must eat," Thor says gently. "A warrior such as yourself must maintain your strength."

He knows they're right, but being confronted by all of them at once has his hackles rising. Carmen's words are getting all tangled up with Pepper's, and he can't. Stop. Thinking.

"I will," he says, aware that they're watching him more closely now. He hopes that he doesn't look as unsound as he feels. "But why leave just yet? Don't you guys want to check out some of the booths or rides before we leave?"

Steve starts to object, but Natasha is one second faster. "I did want to beat Clint at Shoot 'em Up," she says with a smirk.

Steve looks ready to protest, but Clint cuts him off. "Oh, you're on," he says. "Loser has to do the other's paperwork for two weeks."

"Prepare to drown in files, Barton," Natasha says, catching Tony's eye.

Tony nods at her. A Thank you.

She flips her hair over her shoulder. You're welcome. He doesn't know when they learned to read each other so well.

Clint and Natasha make their way to the sharpshooting booth, Thor and Bruce walking along behind them.

"You sure you're okay?" Steve asks, scanning Tony from head to toe. Steve can see through him so easily, his skin might as well be made of glass.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Tony says. "Come on. Let's catch up before they kill each other."

*********

Natasha and Clint tie in Shoot 'em Up. Since Tony is on a team that consists entirely of children, they extend their competition to every booth in the carnival. Steve warms up as the day goes on, even joining in on their little competition along with Thor. Tony and Bruce are just content to watch.

Thor ropes Steve into the strongman game, which attracts a crowd, but who would turn down the sight of two handsome, well-built men lifting heavy things and showing off their muscles? Tony certainly couldn't, and given the way Bruce eyes the bulge of Thor's biceps, neither could he.

Steve rings the bell easily and wins, of all things, a Captain Ameribear for his trouble.

"Aw," Tony says. "It has wings on its helmet too."

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that it came with a shield pillow?" Clint asks.

Steve blushes, but it's all in good fun. Thor, of course, breaks the game, the bell flying clean off the top of the tower. The game runner in awe (and a little bit of fear) gives Thor a prize regardless. Tony promises to compensate the man as soon as possible. Despite all of that, his headache has receded slightly. He needs to eat now, and that barbecue is starting to smell better and better.

Tony's so caught up in drooling over a rack of ribs or some trashed wings he barely notices the others walking off to the next booth, Steve lingering behind to wait on him.

"Sorry," Tony says. "Guess I'm out of it. You...you don't have to wait on me, you know."

Steve shrugs. "No one's forcing me. Spending time with you isn't a chore. This actually works out."

Tony smiles despite himself. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing," Steve says. "I just wanted you to have this." Steve hands the bear over to Tony, and Tony...Tony melts because Steve is so fucking cute and sweet, and how did the hell did he end up in Tony's life?

Tony takes the bear, and maybe it's the lack of food in his system, but the urge to cry at Steve's kindness strikes him. The bear is cute with Steve's signature red, white, and blue suit and the shield to go along with it. "Thank you," Tony says. "You sure you want me to hold onto this?"

Steve looks at him from underneath his lashes. "Tony," he begins, "it's a gift. I want you to have it."

"Okay," Tony whispers, feeling like the air is closing in on him. It's hard to breathe when Steve looks at him like that, like Tony means something to him.

"Besides," Steve says, leaning in close to him. "I'm gonna clean the booths out. I'm trying to beat the super spies. Can you keep him safe for me?"

Steve's breath, cool and minty, washes over his face. Tony has to blink a few times, processing what just happened before he can even think about speaking.

"Are you guys coming, or are you just going to gaze into each other's eyes?" Clint shouts from the next booth over.

Tony jumps and hurries to rejoin the others, Steve right behind him, staring into his back.

True to his word, Steve cleans out every booth they touch, until he's practically drowning in stuffed animals. They attract a crowd as they make their way to the food court. Tony's feet are aching, and his stomach is outright roaring for sustenance. He and Thor get the biggest plate of ribs they've got to offer. The meat's so tender it's falling off the bone and smoked to perfection. The sauce they used is homemade, all tang and smoky sweetness. He eats until his stomach is about ready to burst.

Thor's singing the cooks' praises and their delicious Midgardian cuisine and rises to go get seconds, Bruce trailing after him.

Clint runs off to the bathroom, and something catches Steve's eye. Tony follows his gaze to the herd of children trying (and failing) to watch them eat without freaking out. Steve rises from the table, taking his prizes with him, leaving just Tony and Natasha behind.

"Sometimes, I can't believe he's real," Natasha says, breaking the silence. There's no need to wonder who's the "he" she's talking about. Tony thinks it himself sometimes.

It's hard not to when kids start lining up single file for their turn to receive a stuffed animal from Steve.

"Me neither," Tony says. "Howard...he'd tell me all these stories of Steve and the 'good old days'...Steve single-handedly storming a HYDRA facility. Throwing himself on a grenade to give others the chance to live. I always thought he was embellishing a little. Making war stories more digestible for a kid, you know? But seeing him, knowing him? You can't help but wonder how someone can be so good."

"He's not like you," Natasha says. He doesn't even have it in himself to be offended. She's right. Steve isn't like Tony and will never be like Tony. A little rough around the edges. "He's not like me, either," she admits, catching Tony by surprise.

"He's the best of us," Tony says. He glances at her. Natasha sits forward, resting her head upon her palm. Her face is smooth, her cheeks still tinged pink from their rowdy tramping through the fairgrounds. She looks...raw. That's the only word to describe her. Raw and real and human. Not the robot switching personalities and names and appearances like most people change clothes.

"You make him that way," she says, shocking him again. His stomach drops, and whatever peace between them quickly disintegrates. What does she mean by that? What could she possibly know about him and Steve and all the complexities of their relationship?

“I don’t know what you mean,” Tony says, his voice coming out thin.

Something in Natasha’s face softens, and she tilts her head at Tony. “I’m not going to pretend I know all of the details, but…you’re good for him. And I think he’s good for you. You’re both...softer. You look happy.”

It’s like someone’s dumped cold water down Tony’s back; he’s so in shock he can barely register what Natasha is saying. He swallows. Natasha knows. Of course, she knows, and if it weren’t her job to gather intel and pick up on context clues, he’d be a lot more worried that the others knew. But she wasn’t blackmailing him or threatening him to stay away from Steve? She...approved of them? He remembers that debriefing after they had defeated Loki, what felt like a lifetime ago, and her casual dismissal of Tony and his relationship with Steve. He wants to bring it up, to confront her, but what’s there to confront?

He brings it up anyway. “Still think he wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole?”

Natasha tilts her head at him again, and he hates how sweaty his palms have gotten, and the hummingbird beating of his heart, like his relationship with Steve hinges on her opinion.

“No,” she says slowly as if to weigh her words. “He wants you too much. I don’t think he could give you up even if he wanted to.”

As if summoned, Steve comes bounding back to their table looking boyish and vibrant in the evening sun before Tony can process her words.

"What I miss?" he says with a breathless grin, holding onto one last stuffed animal.

"Nothing much," Tony says before Natasha can say anything incriminating. His eyes dart down to the last stuffed animal in Steve's arms. It's an Iron Man bear, of course, all done up in the telltale red and gold of Tony's suit. "What's the deal, no one wanted him?" he says, nodding to the bear.

Steve looks down at the Iron Bear, and what he says next might actually make Tony melt into a puddle. "Nah. Couldn't bear to give him up."

Tony ignores Natasha's pointed look and hopes that his face isn't as red as he thinks it is.

“Clint, you’re riding with me on the Ferris wheel,” Natasha declares when everyone makes it back to their table, and Steve has successfully made Tony as red as his suit.

“A Ferris wheel?” Thor asks, arching his brow.

“It’s a carnival classic,” Clint says. “It’s a giant wheel that lifts you into the air. Perfect way to end the day.”

“It’s older than Cap,” Natasha throws in helpfully, smirking at Steve when he shoots her an exasperated look.

“Your Midgardian traditions are so strange,” Thor says. “Interesting, but strange.”

“I’m not hearing a no,” Clint says.

“Hm.” Thor turns to look at Bruce, who looked surprisingly (and thankfully) content with himself. “Would you like to ride with me, Doctor Banner?”

Bruce reddens, and Tony doesn't feel so alone because it looks like Bruce has his own beefy blond problem he needs to deal with. "Sure, since you asked," Bruce responds, leaving just...Steve.

Steve shares a look with Natasha, and Tony gets the sneaking suspicion that they planned this. Who knew that the fall of SHIELD would lead to one of the most dangerous alliances Tony had ever seen?

"Tony," Steve begins, sounding like he's about to propose, he's so serious. "Want to ride with me?"

His heartbeat quickens, and he's not sure why. It's not like it's a public declaration of love to ride with someone on a Ferris wheel.

It'd look weird if he takes too long to answer, so Tony says, "Yeah. Sounds like a plan."

They toss their trash and pick up their respective prizes they won throughout the day, Natasha with her light-up sword, Clint with his stuffed dog. Thor's lion hat from the strongman game sits proudly atop his head. Tony wants to make a joke about Hercules, but he also doesn't want to deal with the guaranteed headache he'll get when Thor replies with some mind-bending statement like he and Hercules are gym bros or other. Tony and Steve walk side by side, far behind the rest of their little group, bears in one hand, their free hands brushing with each step.

Part of him knows that if he just reached over...if he took that extra step for Steve's hand...Steve would let him. It'd be so easy…

The line to the Ferris wheel isn't too long, and by the time Tony works up the courage to take Steve's hand, the volunteers are strapping them in.

One of the volunteers lowers the bar over their heads, making sure that they're secure, and that's it. Tony's trapped. He's stuck on this Ferris wheel for the next ten minutes, and Steve is so goddamn close he can feel how hot his skin is from being out in the sun and—

"I'm not gonna bite, you know," Steve mutters when they start to ascend. He won't meet Tony's eyes. "I...I know you're afraid of me."

Tony swallows, his stomach twisting into knots at the thought of Steve thinking he feared him.

"I'm not...Steve, I'm not afraid of you," Tony says. Steve's still looking down. He doesn't know where he gets the courage, but he cups Steve's face and makes him look at him. "You hear me? I'm not afraid of you."

Steve's eyes have always been a weakness of Tony's, and right now, when they're so big and blue and so fucking sad, it doesn't do him any favors. They're almost at the top of the wheel. A stray breeze rustles a lock of Steve's hair, and Tony feels like he's on a cliff's edge.

"Then why—" Steve begins, only to be cut off by Tony's lips. Tony closes his eyes and answers Steve the only way he knows how.

It's cliche, but Tony swears he can see fireworks going off behind his eyelids. Steve's lips are warm and soft and pliant against his. Tony deepens the kiss and slides one of his hands into Steve's hair, the other remaining on his face. He can taste the remnants of cotton candy on Steve's mouth.

They break apart because, unfortunately, air is necessary to live. Tony has half a mind to invent a way for humans to survive without air if it meant he could spend the rest of his life kissing Steve.

This high up, with the sun setting behind them, Tony wishes he had at least brought a jacket.

Steve lifts his arm, "Here," he says. "Lean into me." Tony does just that and tucks his body into Steve's side, his arm is a reassuring weight around him.

The others are too far back to see Tony and Steve. It's easy up here, easy to forget that Steve's Captain America and Tony's a barely functioning former alcoholic with a slew of mental issues.

He looks at Steve out the corner of his eye, takes in his features shamelessly and selfishly, the allure of being above everyone reeling him in. He loves Steve's face, the cut of his jaw, and his long, pretty lashes and those eyes. It's painful looking at him. Sometimes it feels like his heart's gonna swell up and pop right out of his chest when he looks at Steve.

In that moment, he's glad they went to the carnival if only to forget the world for a little while.

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Come Back for Seconds -11

18+, m/f/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Surprise Date Night comes with Dessert.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

POSSESSIVE DIEGO, BDSM power dynamics, potential casual poly relationships, SMUT, threesome, Princess gets a full body licking, the L word, feels, plus size woman+fit man, is a relationship happening?? apparently.

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

TAGLIST: @chelsfic @symbiont13 @nicke0115 @bunnykjm @rosee-sensuelle @girlpornparadise @mandoplease @heresathreebee @xxsteph-enrixx @jetiikad @joalsglasses @mutantcookiesecrets @demoncatstone @squidlywiddly87 @lockedoutofmyotherblog @poeedamerons

Fourth of July falls on a Saturday this year and that means you get a three day weekend. Diego is deviously overjoyed about it and will not tell you why. This is scary. You are concerned. Flying up on Thursday night means less traffic and less headaches. Also, apparently, it means more immediate access to your Murder Panther.

Diego is waiting with Bastian on the tarmac, hovering outside the SUV while the plane lands. Its acutely adorable to see him pacing impatiently for you. The instant the door opens you trip down the airstairs and directly into his arms. Diego purrs loudly as he gropes your butt.

"My Princess. I missed you. Give me kiss, now." Diego demands and you laughingly comply. Cupping his bearded cheeks you tilt your head to the right and seal your lips together. Diego groans as he rubs against you, he flicks the tip of his tongue out and it results in immediate capitulation. Your mouth opens wide and the mocha taste of pure Diego washes over you. His goatee is soft under your thumbs, the mustache burns pleasantly, and you can feel his lashes flutter on your cheeks. That sinfully talented tongue glides over yours, teasing and soothing in turns. You take the time to trace over his perfect teeth, smoothing along the roof of his mouth until Diego pulls back to pant, "How was your trip?"

He is stunning like this, gaze soft and cheeks flushed. It makes you feel so powerful that you can bring him to this state with only a kiss.

"Better now that I'm here." Your tone is brimming with desire, breathy and decadent. Those brown eyes are fiery in the evening light and he is so beautiful and this man wants you and this is everything you never thought you could have and you can't stop yourself from exclaiming, "I love you, Diego."

His confused blinking is cute, but his eyes crinkling in delight is even better. "I love you, too, my Princess. Come, I have a surprise for you." Upon Diego's release you slide gracelessly to the ground while he reaches back to open the rear door of the SUV. You peek inside cautiously but its just the leather seats and a bottle of Mexican Coke waiting for you. "Did you think the surprise was in the car?" Diego laughs fondly when you shrug defensively.

"With you? It could be anything." Your answer is delivered with a grin as you climb up into the vehicle, he ushers you along by smacking your ass as you pass by. You slide to the far side of the backseat but don't really settle in too much.

When Diego crooks a finger at you with one hand while patting his lap with the other you quirk a brow at him in challenge. You are happy to lose this battle and snuggle down into his lap for a lazy makeout session as Bastian shakes his head from the front seat.

His left hand is shoved down the back of your leggings so he can fiddle with your thong, but the right has a deep grip in your hair that Diego uses to control the position of your head. You must be feeling particularly submissive because you're content to let him arrange you to his liking.

Your head is tilted far back and to the left, giving Diego unfettered access to all the sensitive skin of your neck. He kisses, licks, nibbles, and rubs every inch available while you whine and moan in ever higher pitches. The answering rumbles and growls delivered directly to your ear are devastating. Panting and writhing, you're desperate to have some part of him shoved hard up against you but Diego is being a tease tonight.

"Please, baby. Gimme something, touch me. Diego, Diego, please." You sound pathetic. You aren't even ashamed. His lap is solid under you but every time you get wiggled into place to grind on him he shifts and dislodges you.

The hand on your thong rises, pulling the material up with it to rub against your wetness. Diego rasps playfully, "I am touching you." That gravelly tone is rightfully conceited, you're a dripping mess here and Diego is suspiciously… calm.

You gasp suddenly, "Did, oh my god, did you jack off before I got here!?" Diego yanks your head back so you're looking straight up.

"Princess." The rumble is a warning tone. "Now why would I use my hand when I could have any one of your wet holes?" Diego is so smug and you want to hate it, but you both know he's right. He licks all the way up your neck like a dog.

You sob with pleasure, I fucking love that tongue.

"I know you do, bonita." He rumbles under your chin.

You didn't even know you were talking. This man has melted your brain. You hope he never stops.

Diego resumes kissing your neck until he reaches your ear, "Which hole do I want right now?" This man is fucking filthy and you love it. The whisper is vaguely threatening and you roll your hips back in an attempt to sway his decision. He continues in a taunting voice, "Does my Princess want to come right now? Right here in this truck like a good little girl? Are you wet and open for Diego?"

You try to nod but his grip prevents it, so you have to use your words. You shiver, then gasp out, "Yeah, yeah. Please. Please touch me, baby." It sounds like literal porn and you are only a tiny bit proud.

Diego's left hand slides under your thong and sneaks between your cheeks to settle with the pad of his middle finger pressed flush to your asshole. You tense briefly but he doesn't push.

"Touch yourself for me. Come while I watch." Diego leans back to give you space so you can follow his orders like a good girl. You don't even have a chance to question it, your right hand is burrowed into your crotch before you realize it. Fingers working furiously, you start riding your own hand, whiny with need.

Diego watches hungrily. "There it is. Feels good, yes?" Thank fuck your weak nod is enough because words aren't happening right now. His big finger circles your hole steadily, its almost too much. You can feel everything winding tighter, so can Diego. "Are you good? Are you going to be so good for me, Princess?"

Between his dark voice, the nasty tone, and the contrasting sweet words, you can tell this won't take long. It never does when Diego is involved.

"Come," he breathes in your ear. "Let me feel it while you make yourself come in Diego's lap." Oh fuck.

Your pussy clenches down then releases the tension in agonizingly good contractions. There's nowhere to hide your face, the sobbing wails that escape your mouth are fully audible. Your hips jerk as you ride it out, tears slipping from your lashes. That finger never falters the entire time, all the while Diego is cooing and praising you, "Good girl. Very good, pretty Princess. You let Diego touch you everywhere, so soft for me. Yes, there you go. Come, little girl. Come. Perfect."

You melt into him and Diego releases your hair to capture your jaw so he can plunder your mouth. You just lay there, limp and pliant, moaning with satisfaction. Finally, you stir to reach down to his lap and Diego stops you.

"No, I'm waiting." His grin is all teeth and you are straight up frightened. Both of your hands are captured and brought back up to his face. Diego takes great amusement in watching you squirm and fidget with anxiety.

"What, um." You're momentarily distracted by Bastian pulling into the underground garage of Diego's building. "What are you waiting for? Exactly?"

Diego can sense your apprehension, you don't like surprises and he knows it. One big hand tucks you under his chin but the other straightens your clothing. He leans down to tickle your ear, "You will shower, then get dressed, and then we have a dinner date. I have a new dress for you."

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The new dress is a stretchy, silky, weirdly open back number and there are new shoes to match. The color is indescribable, it shimmers from a washed out wine to smoky steel blue. The back is open from just under bra band level to waist and you are delighted to see that it has the Built-in Bra of Industrial Strength and an adjustable spiderweb of straps.

This makes the ninth pair of Louboutins he has gotten you. Diego discovered that they make their shoes to order and thus small enough for your ridiculously tiny feet, each pair fits perfectly with no break-in period required and they're actually comfortable.

By the time you finish in the bathroom and come out to dress Diego has already changed into a suit. Its blue, not a navy blue, but an extremely deep royal blue that under bright light might actually look violet. The grey shirt underneath is shiny and he has an honest-to-god tie that matches the wine color in your dress. He glances up from his phone and you drown in those chocolate depths.

"Come, let me tighten the straps, shorty." His cheeky smirk snaps you out of it. Shoes on, dress adjusted, eye makeup complimented, Diego proceeds to herd you out to Surprise Date Night.

When Bastian pulls up in front of a place that you know has to have a waitlist you're not remotely surprised that Diego strolls past the crowd and the hostess leads you to a small nook ducked off into a corner.

You are surprised to see Laylah waiting for you.

"Princess!" She greets you with a big smile and an even bigger hug. She towers over you in her heels and you both laugh when your face is smooshed into her petite cleavage. "You look," Laylah's assessing gaze sweeps over you from head to toe, getting hung up on your decolletage only briefly, "Delicious." She waggles her eyebrows and you snort with unladylike giggles.

"That's my line, beautiful!" You shoot back.

Dinner passes in a blur of easy conversation and even easier laughter. You really like Laylah, she's funny and laid back and entertaining without being overwhelming or demanding. You know these are all part of her professional skillset but Laylah is genuinely happy to see you. She tells you about her trip home to Lebanon to visit her grandparents and you explain your convoluted insurance job at a hospital. All three of you make raunchy jokes and horrible innuendo about everything under the sun. Laylah is fascinated with your fierce independence and you admire her free spirit. The two of you take selfies while Diego orders the entire dessert menu just because he can.

You're eating a chocolate torte as obscenely as possible while Diego purrs in approval when long fingers swipe some of the mousse off and present it directly to your mouth.

Laylah is watching you intently, her wide eyes dark with interest. Huskily, she asks, "Lick?"

You lock eye contact and lap your tongue all the way up her digit to swirl around the tip confidently.

Laylah's lips part to sigh, "I can't stop thinking about you. You and this tongue and those hypnotic ocean eyes."

Your breath hitches as you realize that she means it. Laylah is serious, she actually wants you. The surprise must be evident on your face because Laylah smiles and goes on softly, "I said I liked big girls and I meant it. The two of you together are like fire. I want to go home with you again."

Her long fingers stroke down your neck, skim over your chest, and land heavily on your thigh. Laylah insinuates a knee between yours and leans down close. Its too tempting, you sink hands into her sleek hair and bring your lips up to hers. She tastes like caramel and espresso, but she smells even better. The kiss goes on forever, then turns into two kisses, and before you know it the count is well past ten.

"Fuck." Diego croaks from across the table, startling you.

Laylah laughs wryly as you turn back to your Murder Panther.

Your extremely aroused Murder Panther. His hands are fisted on the table, but you can clearly see his erection. Leaning toward him you hiss, "I wanna watch her ride your face."

Diego looks like he was just stabbed. His expression goes through several transformations very rapidly before he nods jerkily. You turn back to find Laylah biting her lip while watching him. "Do you wanna feel that?" You ask Laylah.

Her eyes are sultry and she jumps a little when you touch her leg. Hand sneaking up her skirt, you watch her carefully for any objection but Laylah only parts her thighs. Diego must have caught the movement because his low growl bubbles up. You two girls share a look, enjoying not just each other but his reactions, too. Laylah leans down to brush your cheek with her lips, the matte lip color hasn't budged yet so you tilt to give her space. Turning your head puts you directly in Diego's sights, He looks like he's dying. This is fantastic, you chuckle to yourself.

"I've never had a short beard like that. Most of my male clients don't taste me, you know?" Laylah laughs into your ear.

"Oh no," You lock eyes with Diego and grin evilly. "He likes to lick pussy. And he's good at it." He licks his lips unconsciously, those dark eyes are huge. You can almost feel his tongue on you, the memories are so vivid.

"I want to try. Is that okay with you? Its painfully obvious that you two are in love." Laylah murmurs into your hair. Your jaw drops open in shock, It is??

Diego is completely unfazed by her proclamation. Am I the only oblivious idiot here or what?

Diego watches you intensely before holding out a hand, "Whatever you want, Princess. This… wasn't my plan, exactly, but I am not protesting." He actually looks a little contrite, then you recall that this wasn't discussed prior to dinner. He clearly remembers your previous parameters and did not mean to assume. You kind of want to let him squirm for a while… but you can't.

You turn back to Laylah, "No dick. And I'm being lazy tonight. Agreed?" Her nod is enthusiastic and Diego whines softly in reaction. Your gaze swings to Diego, "Yes?"

The shark smile is back. "Like I said, whatever my Princess wants my Princess gets."

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Its different when you're just slightly buzzed instead of fully inebriated on some type of consciousness-altering substance. Easier than you worried but still a little more complicated than last time. You're not as loose or casual, you second guess where to put your hands until Diego hauls you into his lap in the backseat. He's only half hard, he senses your apprehension, and pulls your forehead to his.

"Do you want to stop this?" His question is direct and simple. Big hands settle on your hips but don't roam so you can think with clarity.

"No. I want this." You lean forward to rub his cheek with your own and whisper into his ear, "But tell me I'm your priority." A little bit of your insecurity bleeds through your request.

Diego hugs you close, pressing your chest to his with solid force. "Of course, mi amor. Laylah will go home after this, but I am keeping you. Princess is mine and I'm your Diego." That dark voice is so soothing to you and his hands cup your face to turn your lips to his.

The kiss goes on forever, hot tongue and soft lips and tickly beard. Diego rumbles underneath you, his enjoyment is prominent and reassuring. Laylah whimpers from the other side of the car.

"Don't stop!" She chokes out when you turn to check on her. Well okay then. Diego found himself another voyeur. You don't check the dental records for the beribboned horse and resume attempting to climb down Diego's throat for the remainder of the ride back to the penthouse.

The elevator ride is more of the same but with the addition of Laylah tongue. They pass you back and forth between them until you're dizzy and panting with it. Diego leads you both over to the sectional, you are pleased to note that he never tries to take Laylah anywhere near the stairs and up to the bed you share with him. You are also pleasantly surprised to see that his hands stay on you, outside of her elbow to steer while she's distracted with your cleavage. He is being careful and mindful and it tumbles you over from moderate arousal to burning desire.

Everything is a jumbled mess on the sofa; messy kisses, you can't tell whose hand is on your ass at first (it's Diego's), but they're both at your tits. In fact, they are getting in each other's way trying to get the top of your dress down and it makes you dissolve into giggles. Diego bites down on the back of your neck like he's establishing dominance and your entire spine turns to jello. Laylah whines at your squeakiness.

You flop your right hand behind yourself where it smacks down onto Diego's thigh and he jumps, then groans, "Again!" Interesting.

"No. N-not yet, baby." Your breathy refusal makes Laylah raise a brow in question. "I wanna watch you in action." Laylah is already rolling the stretchy skirt down over her hips.

You turn around to find him panting, pulling his shirt out of the trousers and fighting with the buttons. When you reach out to help Diego snatches you forward with a death grip on your upper arms so he can lick his way into your mouth. Those amazing hands slide up your shoulders and into your hair, controlling your head with ease and familiarity, you pet over scratchy cheeks and broad shoulders. Laylah drapes herself over your back to continue with his shirt removal, you're distracted by the feel of her nipple piercings.

The kisses pause for air and you sorta-kinda expect Diego to go for Laylah's lips, so you seem a little confused when it doesn't happen. "You don’t want to…?" Big brown eyes blink at you slowly.

"No. Want you more. Always." He rumbles quietly. Okay, so he trusts Laylah because that is some Soft Murder Panther on display here, you ponder briefly.

"Fuuuuuck, that is so goddamn hot." Laylah's kinks are not just voyeurism but apparently voyeurism specifically of the lovey-dovey variety. In fact, you can hear the wet sounds of Laylah touching herself… and so can Diego. He peers over your shoulder with focus, licking his lips yet again. You're jolted by the sudden and ferocious need to see his face buried in her pert little ass.

"Okay!" You point to Diego, "Naked now, on your back on the chaise!" Turning to Laylah, you bark, "You! Stand up!" In the time it takes you to urge her upright Diego has stripped fully and flopped down as directed, massive erection dark and leaking. You're a little shit, you have to touch it. Diego watches you stroke him firmly with a slitted gaze, purring happily.

As Laylah approaches his head she looks to you for direction. "You still want beard between your legs?" You ask to confirm. Laylah moans with a nod, biting her bottom lip. Your Cheshire cat grin makes Diego whine, "Then mount up."

Laylah crawls over Diego and his hands fly to her hips to encourage her down. She sits on his face with quiet confidence and slides her hands down his muscled torso to get to your boobs. You laugh breathlessly, then snort out, "Greedy much?

"I can't help it. These tits are fucking amazing. Can I touch your ass?" Laylah is practically begging. Diego's hips jerk in encouragement with the idea.

"Yes, please!" You chirp, then strip the dress off over your head. Laylah cups an asscheek and you push into her hand. Before she can do anything else her entire body jumps and her eyes roll up. There's that tongue.

"Holy. Shit. What. Oh fuck, that feels good." Laylah groans toward the ceiling. You keep stroking him absent-mindedly but reach your other hand out for a studded nipple. "Shit. Shit shit shit."

Your laugh is sly. "All those textures, huh? The goatee is soft but the cheeks are scratchy. His lips are like velvet, right? And that tongue is legit sinful." Your hissing dirty talk is a surprise to everyone. Laylah nods weakly and Diego bucks into your hand. You leave off to smack his inner thigh. He jolts and moans lowly, making Laylah squirm.

"Oh my god. That's like a fucking vibrator!" She is stunned. You watch her body roll as she rides him before your hand moves again, this time you hit higher up. Diego's groan is louder and he keeps it going, moaning and growling into her cunt. His sounds are too much for you. Laylah's hands move with you as you lean down to lick the head of his cock.

Diego spreads his legs for you, arching up to get more while Laylah watches with interest. Finally she speaks, "Can you-oh fuck, just like that. Can, how much can you take, Princess?" Diego's muffled laughter makes you preen. Locking eyes with Laylah, you open wide and slide down on him. And down, down until your nose is buried in his hair and he's writhing. Laylah whispers in shock, "Goddamn." She bends down to look a little closer, "You know, you could make damn good money like that."

Diego's reaction is instantaneous. The vicious snarl makes you pull off in surprise and Laylah jumps up to all fours, too.

"NO!" Diego barks loudly and all three of you freeze. His face scrunches up in focus and he goes on quickly, "I will take care of you! Mine!"

Laylah is watching your face, trying to gauge if she should leave or not. Diego's chest heaves as he realizes what just came out of him. Your heart is pounding, there is nothing you love more than being claimed. You throw a leg over his hips and settle down on his cock, but not taking it inside yet. Diego bucks involuntarily, hissing with surprise.

"Yes, baby." You breathe. "And right now I want to see you take care of Laylah." Your hands smooth up her arms and over shoulders to ease her back down. She dives in to kiss you with her caramel tongue. Diego groans at the sight, then jerks her back down to get back to work. And judging from her noises, Diego isn't playing around.

Laylah breaks away to pant, "Oh, ohhh. Fuck. That's so good." You tilt her chin up to watch her lashes flutter, hazel eyes clouded with pleasure. Her mouth moves silently but you can tell its a rapid series of 'yes'. You cup her breasts to play with the bar studs in her nipples, they're fascinating to you. "Oh! Yeah, yeah, keep doing that." Laylah cries, bringing one hand up to cover yours in encouragement. Leaning down, you take the other nipple in your mouth and start sucking on it. "Fuck! Fuck yes! Yes, please don't stop. Please, please."

You moan into her skin and Laylah sobs with pleasure. Her hips are rolling, she is literally riding his face. Fuck that's hot. You can see his chin moving as he works her clit and its killing you. Diego rumbles against her and Laylah stiffens with a gasp. You watch her come apart, face slack and hips trembling. Her chin drops to her chest as it eases, but you bite down on her nipple while patting Diego's hip to keep going. Laylah crumples forward as her abs convulse with a second orgasm. His huge hands glide up to cup her little breasts and you take the opportunity to lick widely over his fingers and her nipple.

"I can't. I can't. Need a break. Oh, time out, please." Laylah stutters out. Diego releases her and she slides off to the side to collapse in a heap. Diego takes a moment to breathe, gawking at the view of your naked body on top of him. You remember how Laylah looked sitting on him, her flat stomach and perky breasts. Your hands come up to cover your chest self consciously and Diego lurches upright.

"Fuck. You're so perfect, Princess. Ride me, ride this dick." Huge hands cup your face for a searing kiss, his tongue dives deep with it. Your moan is high pitched as Diego raises his knees to trap you. Grabbing his forearms, you roll your torso to grind down so his dick pushes through your folds to your clit. He presses up into your heat, moving with you but never relinquishing your mouth.

"Mmmmmm." The whiny moan is pure need. Watching your man lick another woman off gives you a weird sense of pride. And just being able to see him in action has you dripping wet. You pull down on his arms, "Hold these." With that choked request your own small hands direct his to your breasts and Diego does not need to be told twice. He chomps down on your neck while flattening your chest just how you like it.

His teeth meander a path to your ear to growl, "Take this dick, Princess. Sit on Diego." It does the trick. Your whole body shudders and you reach down to angle his length into you and-

"Ohhh fuck yes, baby. Yeah, yeahyeahyeah." Your wail is entirely unintentional. God, he's so fucking huge, you're always a little light headed when he first gets fully seated. Its an incredible feeling, like you can't even move because you're so stuffed. Diego is still at your neck, working a pattern of hickeys and beardburn into your skin with obsessive attention.

"Princess, fuck. Every time, so tight, so fucking tight pussy." He rumbles into your cheek while you sob silently. You definitely have a praise kink and Diego is observant enough to realize that compliments to your physicality are going to inflict the most devastation. His lips brush your ear as he rattles on, "Love watching you swallow my cock. Mouth, pussy, anything. You take it so well, little girl." You're already pulsing, whining and squirming above him. Being impaled is glorious but you need some fucking friction already. Your previously wandering hands (that broad chest is a masterpiece) come back to your own body and straight down to where the two of you are connected. Diego rumbles with approval, "Yesss, touch yourself. Play with that pretty little pussy until you come all over me."

Your eyes slip closed as you work your clit just like you did the car. The combined sensations of his hands roaming your body, his cock shoved so far up you that it might come out your throat, and the very perfect angle applied to your clit is almost too much. You're so focused on the building pleasure that his legs rising behind you and spreading wide isn't enough jostling to cause any delay. Diego rolls his hips slowly and steadily, never losing rhythm as you begin rocking on him. He purrs as his own hands slide down to your hips, squeezing and guiding. Your breasts are cupped, lifted and compressed almost perfectly. Oh fuck, his hands are everywhere--

Your eyes pop open in shock as you remember Laylah is here. Its her hands that are manipulating your cleavage with firm attention. Her body is pressed up tight to your back, abdomen curved to accommodate your ridiculous ass. That explains his legs being so wide open. Speaking of…

Diego is absolutely rapturous underneath you. His face is slack with awe, big brown eyes wide and drowning dark, his mouth hangs open to pant loudly. The naked hunger you see there as he watches you being pleasured, its too much, too emotional. Closing your eyes again, your focus turns inward as you tense and stiffen.

"Yes, Princess. Come, little girl. Come for Diego." The growl does it. Your cunt clenches tight, squeezing hard around him, before your breathing catches and everything snaps. Waves of ecstasy roll through you in ever decelerating rounds.

"I- Yes, yes, baby, f-fucking yessss." There is zero vocal control for Diego-induced orgasms. Your keening yelps drag a groan from him and Laylah moans behind you. Its too much, you collapse forward onto his chest in a graceless sprawl. Diego hauls you up to take your mouth and you bonelessly let him do whatever he wants. The kiss is filthy and desperate, he licks your entire mouth messily. Filled with Diego at both ends, you whimper in high pitches.

The sound makes your Murder Panther snap. Huge hands sink into your hair to yank your head back roughly so you have to look at his fierce expression. Teeth bared and brows drawn together, he looks vicious. Diego growls ferociously, "I'm going to fuck you now, Princess."

All you can do is hang on.

Diego keeps your head held tight and uses the same arm to squash you down to his chest. His other hand holds your pelvis immobile while his hips snap powerfully. The head of that amazing cock rams into your cervix with every thrust and you know your sobs have to be pathetic. Squeaks and mewls fall from your lips as he fucks you in a position that no one else has ever managed. Its amazing how Diego can manipulate your thick body, you always feel little and delicate under his massive hands.

"Come again! Come, Princess!" His snarled order is accompanied by a slap to your ass. The pain triggers another climax and Diego fucks harshly through your contractions. Something brushes your lower back, then soft lips are kissing over your right cheek. Laylah mouths over your burning skin, lapping where Diego just hit. Holy shit. He sees your face, watches your jaw drop open and your eyes widen. Diego smiles darkly with his next command, "Lick Princess, Laylah. Lick her ass while I wreck this pretty little pussy."

Is she seriously going t-- "Ahhhhh!" Your surprised yell melts into mindless pleasure as Laylah does exactly what she was told. Her soft tongue glides between your cheeks to pass wetly over your hole. Over and over, Laylah licks you softly in counterpoint to Diego's rough thrusting. "I can't- fuck, its. Oh, oh my god. Please, please- I'm gonna come. Please, Dieg-" your broken babbling shorts out along with your brain. Everything fades away until all you know is crushing pleasure.

There's a dull roar below you, its just audible over the wind in your ears. Someone is rubbing your back. A searing heat deep in your belly makes you whimper. Its dark and quiet very suddenly. You feel like you're floating in water, slowly rising to the surface until you can see light and hear your name being called like distant thunder.

"Bicki, look. Mirame, Princess. There, there she is." Diego's quiet rasp is relieved. You look around briefly, cataloging your surroundings. Diego is sitting up against the arm of the chaise with you cradled in his lap. Your head is pressed into his shoulder but one solid hand is holding you upright so he can watch your face. The concern in those brown eyes is gratifying, whatever happened Diego is glad you're alright. The soft silk throw is draped over you like a cape.

Laylah is in the corner of the chaise beside him, eyes huge but lips curled up in a grin. "You okay, Princess? I've never seen a man fuck a girl so good she blacks out. That's just impressive." Her hazel eyes sparkle with amusement. She lounges there fully nude with no self-consciousness.

You wave your hand lazily in her direction with a sigh, "Don't. Do not. His ego, please no." Your eyes close in slight embarrassment and you hide your grin in his neck. Diego purrs smugly.

"Oh, please yes. Tell me how I fucked two women into lazy heaps of satisfaction in one fell swoop. Go on then." Diego rumbles into your curls. "I want to hear all the ways you're going to thank me." His rough voice is dripping with pride.

You slap him in the middle of his chest. "Maybe later, when you can actually do something about it." You chuckle. Turning your head, you kiss his stubbled cheek sweetly, then lick him just to be rude. Diego only laughs and pulls you closer.

Laylah's laugh is crackly, her deep voice more hoarse than normal. "You two are ridiculously adorable." She smiles softly, the warmth of it goes all the way to her eyes. "Not to be presumptuous, but I would really enjoy doing this on a sorta regular basis. Not on a payroll." Here she gestures to Diego minutely, then turns to you with a darker look, Hungry, your mind supplies. She holds your gaze levelly as she elaborates, "I really like you. I want to be your friend. I mean, with benefits is obviously the dream, but you know. I had a great time tonight." All three of you laugh.

"I like that idea." You hear yourself answering. Diego looks down his nose at you in mild surprise.

"You do?" He looks cautiously hopeful.

"Yeah? I like having… friends?" You give him a confused look. "Is that not what you wanted?" You're not sure if you should be slightly offended or not. Sometimes there are cultural miscommunications and you always try to keep that in the back of your mind.

Diego's smile is slow and wide. "That is exactly what I would like Princess." His forehead comes down to yours and you smile goofily. You are exceedingly happy that Diego cares so much that he put effort into trying to bring you more companionship, that he paid enough attention to notice that you and Laylah connected, that she pleased you and he wanted that for you.

So you exchange numbers, you laugh with your friend, and when Laylah leaves early the next morning you're exhausted with fullness. Yeah, you have a best friend, but everything else is just acquaintances. This new thing is some weird messy not-disaster that you somehow aren't worried about.

You're sitting on the bed, staring into space when Diego waltzes out of the bathroom completely naked. Hello. He leans down over you, both big hands bracketing your hips, to crack your heart open just a tiny bit more by proclaiming, "I can still smell her and she is not you. Come shower with me so I can smell like you again." Diego kisses your forehead then returns to the bathroom and the running shower with complete trust that you're right behind him.

You realize that you have complete trust to follow him. You trust him with so many things. You trust Diego with your heart.

#damnit diego #murder panther #rough me up then dick me down #24 fucking 7 hours in this house #zash writes #dick with side of feels #casual poly

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alloveroliver · 5 years ago

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Oliver Knight ⚔ Vampire!MC "Just A Quick Sip"

Sip Fics: A Dark Valentines Day Event.

Thirst Rating: Mature, Smut?

Vampire MC AU

WC: 1800+

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

Leaning over to his left, Oliver poured the steamy orange liquid into your teacup. He gave you a quick side-eye when you were close then looked away as he pulled back. The scent of the tea was lovely. You thought, from the smell alone, it would go well with the scones he made.

“So, how do you find people to feed off of?” Oliver moved the teapot to his own cup in one smooth motion.

You picked up the small cup and peered into it. “Um,” You blew on the hot tea as you muddled over your answer. “I usually just ask, typically.”

“I see. And everyone just throws themselves at you, is that it?” He smirked at his jest.

You took his joke as a compliment. You sat down the cup to allow it to cool, knowing it would scald you the moment it touched your lips. With miniature tongs, Oliver plopped a single cube of sugar into your cup.

You sighed wistfully, looking out the window at the sparkling sky. The stars looked like glitter over a sheet of black paper. It was so clear and similar to the other night when you were sitting at the tavern, alone waiting for some poor soul to hit on you. Of course, most didn’t want to be fed from and even less wanted to get to know you so you could ask them again when they were comfortable.

You wouldn’t feed on them without permission, no. You held regard for a person's choice. However, the previous nights were fruitless in the cradle. Too many people denied you your sustenance, and no willing participants existed here yet. You missed home, not only because of the familiarity or the area but from the easy pickings the London nightlife had to offer. With people as willing as them, you’d never starve in a million years.

“Actually, Not really. I’ve yet to have anyone ‘throw themselves’ at me. ”

Oliver’s brows rose as he used a tiny spoon to stir your tea to melt the sugar. The spoon looked even goofier at night in his large hand. It was a simple spoon used for only one thing, stirring tea, yet you decided you needed one even if you didn't drink tea often.

“Then, what do you do when that happens?” He sat the spoon down gracefully and regarded a scone. “Can regular food satisfy you just as well?”

“Nope, I just starve,” You shook your head ‘yes’ to drive home the point. “I have yet to get to the point of desecration. I am kind of scared what type of monster I’d become at that point if we're candid…”

You tried to keep the conversation casual, but you were invited here specifically to speak about your vampirism to a very curious hatter. He obviously put a lot of planning into your after-dinner tea. You looked over the plates of cakes and cookies he told you he’d made just for this occasion.

“What does it feel like?” He took a small bite of the scone and watched you expectantly.

“For me? Blissful.” You laughed light-heartedly.

“No, for your victim. You imbecile,” He smiled wide the longer you giggled.

“I don’t know. I’ve only been the victim once, and I immediately passed out. I think it hurts at first?”

Oliver took a sip of his tea and nodded. “Okay, a tinge of pain at first. That makes sense. Then why do they let you keep going?”

Your brows rose at the realization of how astute he was. “It starts to feel good.”

He was the first human to realize that a vampire's strength could only go so far. It was partially on the human to stay still while being fed on. If they were to thrash around, they could be mortally wounded. And humans, well, they always found a way to survive no matter the cost.

“Ah, I see. The evolution of the predator. They make it, so their victim doesn’t want to fight them off.”

“That is exactly it!” You gave him a small smile. “You get it!”

He looked proud of himself, and you wondered for a moment if, after giving him all this insider information, he would let you feed off him after all. You looked down at the table and took a quick sip of the scalding tea. You tried to push the burning feeling that manifested in the back of your throat out of your mind. It was unsuccessful but quickly replaced by the tea’s searing heat. You welcomed the small distraction.

“Oliver,”

“Yes? Do you want to try some of the cookies?” He babbled and didn’t look back at you as he looked over the baked goods. You wondered what kinds of questions still floated around his mind and if he was going to ask them aloud. Was he getting scared?

“Uh, actually, I wanted to thank you for tonight.”

“Oh! Of course. I can’t have a lady come over for tea and no snack on the table.” He laughed, and you didn’t recognize it. You weren’t used to him being so kind to you. Even in these tense moments, he tossed out a few sarcastic comments.

The way his fingers trembled as he plucked a particularly plump cookie worried you. His nervousness began to electrify the room. It caused your heart rate to quicken just from the proximity to him alone.

“Do you want me to leave?” You asked while looking up into his smoky eyes.

“Of… of course, I don’t.” He dropped the cookie onto his plate and took a deep breath. “Don’t be daft.” He gazed back down at you as if to rival your own stare.

His jab made you relax a bit. Maybe you could tease him a little bit to see where he stood. You felt that breaking the ice might help ease the tension.

“I do appreciate the snacks, but If I may.” You tapped your lips with your finger thoughtfully. “May I have a small sip of you?” You smiled wide, cocking one brow, allowing there to be no tension in the air no matter his answer.

He blinked quickly and slowly took off his hat. He placed the lid on the table out of the way and turned to face you. The way his shoulders squared made you feel a hint of intimidation.

“If I say yes, do you promise to make it a very small sip?” His pupils dilated, and you didn’t have to move any closer to hear his heart began to race away in his chest. Hell, his cheeks turning pink was enough to make you want to scream out your answer.

“I promise.” You sat still, unsure if this was really happening right now.

Oliver’s shoulders relaxed at your words. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and began to lean over to you.

The searing heat in the back of your throat only grew at the gesture. His visible veins called to you like ice cream did on a scorching hot day. Not only was his cologne strong, but the scent of his blood racing away in his veins was even more intoxicating.

“You said it starts to feel good. How good are we talking?” He cracked a smile, seemingly trying to keep things sane between the two of you.

You smirked and leaned into him. Your nose ran along his jawline, and you both sighed. You had waited too long for this. Your inner consciousness screamed at you to attack now. But your humanity urged you to take it slow. You knew Oliver. You were friends with Oliver. You didn't want to spook him or watch him run away like your nightmares pictured him doing.

On the other hand, you wanted to tease him, to make him beg you to bite him. Something inside you needed to hear his voice crack as he pleaded. However, this was a one-time treat, you were sure. There was no time to play with your food.

“So good,” You paused and latched your lips on the soft skin under his ear. “You’re going to cum.”

“Wait, what!?-Ah!” His voice trailed off as your fangs pierced his main artery.

The gush of honeyed blood rushed over your parched tongue and soothed the ache. Like water rushing over molten lava, you felt your throat cool.

“Fuck…” You groaned against his skin, sucking harder on the puncture wound.

Oliver’s arms wrapped around your back, and he held you in a tight embrace. You could tell he was holding his breath, but you knew he couldn’t hold it for much longer.

He kept you close, allowing you to continue drinking for as long as you could. Through gritted teeth, Oliver groaned quietly. His face slowly moved to rest on your shoulder while you took deep draws from his veins. Oliver nuzzled the side of your hair as if he were hiding from the world.

It was far more than just a sip, but you felt yourself regain control.

“May I have more?” You asked, licking the trails of blood that hurried to escape you.

“Sk… Yes.” He struggled to speak. His lungs must have been burning at this point from holding in his breath. It didn't matter, as long as his blood rushed freely for you to partake in.

Oliver bit his bottom lip, keeping his sounds to himself. He tugged you harder until you were out of your seat and practically in his lap. You could feel his body start to quiver from lack of oxygen. He needed to breathe before he passed out; he needed to let go.

“Relax,” You cooed, finding yet a third spot to take a bite of.

Just then, Oliver’s shoulders slumped. His fingers dug into your back while a sensual groan left his lips. He rolled his hips into your leg as another moan eluded him.

“Am I… Interrupting?” Blanc chuckled from the dining room entrance.

“NO!” Oliver yelled, gripping your arms tightly. “Yes.” You turned your eyes to Blanc while keeping your lips on Oliver’s neck.

“I see.” Blanc chuckled. “I will come back later, then.”

“Get back here!” Oliver began as Blanc turned on his heel. “See ya,” You waved with one hand while using the other to wipe the red stains from your lips.

Oliver’s cheeks were as red as yours felt. With the fresh feeding, it was as if you could do anything. Nothing at all could bother you. You were in a daze and realized this when you felt Oliver situate you back into the chair.

“That was…” He breathed, sitting back into his dining room chair. He raked his hand through his hair and took several deep breaths.

“Incredible.” You sighed “Amazing…” Oliver whispered. He looked off into the distance and absently touched the small wound with his hand.

“Oh, It’ll heal in just a few seconds. Don’t worry.” You assured him, closing your eyes as you relax your head against the backrest.

“I... I’ll be right back.” He stood on jellied legs and the room quickly.

“Told ya, happens every time.” Your arms went up behind your head, and you rested on your hands as you stared at the ceiling. Yep, nothing could bring you down now. Not a damn thing.

Thank you, Anonymous, for sending in an OLIVER ask! I LOVE ME SOME OLIVER!!! Anyway, let's embarrass the poor guy XD

The event status is at the top of my blog, along with the initial post!

#ikemen revolution #Oliver Knight #oliver x mc #ikerev #ikerev oliver #ikerev smut #sip fics

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lavendersuh · 5 years ago

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johnny smuggler!au

pairing: johnny x reader

word count: 1.0k

au masterlist

header by @itsapapisongo <3

a/n: help i’m completely whipped for johnny oPe anyways my first love is star wars and i was picturing johnny as han solo and this came about!! its very much supposed to parallel han and leia!! this is pure self indulgence, enjoy!!

“How’s that converter looking? Jaehyun can only out-fly them for so long!”

You hear Johnny rushing down the hall, attempting to repair the other blow fuses. It wasn’t even an hour ago that he had picked up the cargo and somehow the authorities were already hot on your trail.

“Calm down, it’s almost finished,” you reply, finalizing the repair.

You holler down the hall to Jaehyun, telling the pilot that he should be able to make the jump to lightspeed, getting away from the Republic security ship that had been chasing you. In just moments you feel the jolt as the ship enters hyperspace, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. That was too close a call.

You hear the heavy tread of Johnny’s boots as he comes closer to the alcove of wiring you had just finished repairing. You turn around to give him a glance, seeing the familiar worn jacket he claimed to be his lucky charm throughout his smuggling runs.

“You’re lucky I needed a ride to the Outer Rim,” you tell him, as you turn back around to close the panel door of the wiring patch you had been working on, “Or else your whole smuggling gig would’ve ended today.”

You knew it was risky hitching a ride with your childhood friend Jaehyun and his smuggling partner, but it was the fastest (and cheapest) way to get to the Outer Rim where your next job was. Jaehyun was a relatively good man despite his chosen profession, but you had forgotten about his partner in crime.

Johnny leans against the wall, watching as you struggle to reattach the panel. He radiates charisma and charm, which was a good asset when smooth talking suspicious space port officers. You had known him for a few years, as he and Jaehyun had come back to your home planet for rest occasionally. He was certainly a charmer, but the endless flirting simply made you roll your eyes.

“This was a fast repair, sweetheart, maybe you should stick around,” he says, in his backwards way of thanking you, “We could always use a mechanic on board.”

You continue to focus on the task at hand, “Fat chance,” you reply with a bit of a grunt, “I would hate to be caught working with the likes of you.”

Johnny goes to manhandle the door shut, enveloping you within his arms in the process. The door goes on no problem due to his strength, and so you slowly turn away from it, only to be greeted by the view of his chest in close proximity.

He doesn’t remove his arms from around you, simply staring down at you, “The likes of me?” he echoes from your statement.

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way you can feel yourself becoming flustered, “Yeah, you and your smuggler friends, you’re all the same.”

“Oh? And what are we like?”

“You are all involved in such shady business, always flirting your way out of trouble.” you state matter-of-factly.

He leans in just a bit closer as you speak, holding your eyes with his own. “You think I flirt too much?”

You huff out a sigh of annoyance, “I don’t think, I know. You flirt with anything that moves, Johnny.”

“I’m sorry, y/n, I didn’t know you got so jealous about it. I’ll make sure not to flirt with others around you in the future.”

He smiles cheekily at you, and you can’t help but attempt to scowl at him. His arms move from the wall to rest on your back, leaving you with only a few inches separating you.

“I’m not jealous!” you exclaim, looking anywhere but his face.

“You sure about that? You’re blushing,” he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger down your jaw, letting his brown eyes roam across your face.

He draws your eyes to his, bringing his hand up to your chin, keeping you within his atmosphere.

“It’s okay if you get jealous; I get jealous too.” he is quiet for a moment, “You should’ve seen how those guys looked at you in that cantina a few days ago. I almost pulled out my blaster.”

You remember that day not too long ago, in the smoky bar scene on the backwater planet of Tatooine. Johnny had seemed on edge the entire time you were meeting your employer’s informant, staying close to you, resting his hand on your shoulder in a protective manner.

“That’s dumb,” your voice cracks, trying to avoid the emotions settling in the air, “It’s not like I’m yours, Johnny.”

“I want you to be.”

His confession hangs in the air, his eyes boring into you to gage your reaction. You stand frozen for a moment, your heart beating so loud you wonder if he can hear it.

You break eye contact for but a moment, and end up pulling a facade over yourself, doubt ever present in your heart after years of being on your own, “You can’t be serious, y-you’re never serious.”

“Never?” he draws his face closer to yours, you can feel his breath, “ever?”

“Never,” you try to defend, “You’re so immature-”

His lips meet yours, silencing your weak defense, and you melt into him. He tastes like coming home, and you wonder how long you could stay like this. Your back against the wall, your hands in his hair. You breathe out a sign of relief, letting the tension between the two of you slowly melt away completely.

He breaks away after a few moments, staying close, breathing heavily. His eyes gleam with a new flavor of happiness and you wonder if you’ve ever seen him so calm.

“I’m serious, y/n. I want you to be mine.” he says, and you watch as the words dance across his lips, oh so close to your own, “And I want to be yours. We could make it work, don’t you think?”

You smile up at him, “Maybe,”

You slip away to return to the cockpit, with a flushed face, a racing heart, and hope for this new beginning.

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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Try- Falling For You chapter 5

Pairing: Bastien x Olivia

Word count: 4,300

Warnings: angst, some fluff

Summary: The day after Olivia and Bastien admit they have feelings they talk again.

A/N: New readers who may have become Baslivia shippers got my muse working. We are back (for now), thanks for your patience, you will be getting the next chapter later today! Yay! Both chapters combined are just over 7k, but minimal angst so yay! @sirbeepsalot, thank you so much for putting up with me and graping with me!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, I’m just borrowing them from PB.

Olivia started to stir, the warm hard body pressed against her back leaving her feeling momentarily confused. His scent washed over her, encapsulating her in warmth and comfort even as new anxiety bubbled in her.

She was stunned by the realization that she wasn’t in bed alone. Usually she went to bed alone, or they left in the middle of the night.

The events of the night before replayed in her mind. He wasn’t the one who stayed the night, she was.

Her eyelids slowly fluttered open as the weight of the arm resting on her side shifted. Her pulse raced. Not only did she stay the night, he was cuddling her. She never found any desire to cuddle after sexual activities, yet she found herself melting into him, not wanting to leave the safety of his arms.

Safe, it felt odd. She always felt secure in her ability to take care of and defend herself. She found with him that she was more vulnerable than she had ever been before, a fact that scared her as much as it excited her.

Her heart plummeted as he shifted again, rolling away from her in the bed. All warmth and feeling of happiness left her as the cool air bit at her once warm skin. She involuntarily shivered as goosebumps erupted across her bare ivory skin.

Her heart raced as she allowed her body to sag into the mattress. She felt the urge to slip from the bed and slink back to her own room. She questioned if taking the chance was even worth it. Though she felt inexplicably drawn to him, she feared that she would wake up once again alone with a completely shattered heart.

What was I thinking? One day he’ll realize he doesn’t want someone so damaged and broken. Why did I come and insist we speak? She squeezed her eyes shut as tears stung the backs of them.

I need to leave, get out of here before he can reject me outright. She pushed herself up on her arm, her breath catching in her throat as his warm hands encircled her waist.

“Stay.”

She froze. The pleading in his voice catching her off guard. She had been ready to flee, protect herself and her heart. Yet now she found herself wanting nothing more than to sink back into his arms and never leave. She nodded as she allowed herself to fall back into his arms.

Olivia rolled, turning on her side to face him. She nervously bit the inside of her lip as her mind raced, thoughts and fears swirling in her head. Her heart pounded so loudly she could hear it pulsing in her ears. She slowly drew her emerald eyes up to meet his smoky grey. She felt frozen in place as his eyes locked on hers, she was stunned by the uncertainty his eyes held, one she knew was surely mirrored in her own. “Why did you ask me to stay?” Her voice almost shook, and she was sure her lip trembled as the question slipped past her lips before she could stop it. Bastien brows knit together in question. Doesn’t he get it? I’m not enough, I’ll never be enough. “No one ever stays, no one’s ever asked me to stay.” Could you sound anymore whiny and needy?! She kicked herself for how small and meek she sounded. She’d never before cared if anyone wanted her, she had found strength in being alone, but she could swear if he rejected her she would surely shatter.

Bastien stared at her. Doesn’t she get how wonderful she is? How lucky a person would be to claim her heart and be able to call her their partner. He gently brushed back her crimson hair, her alabaster skin tinging a soft pink. “Those men were fools, every one of them was an idiot to not want to keep you by their side.”

She gaped at him. How could someone like him think someone as broken as me is worth being with? She wanted to retort, tell him he was wrong, mistaken, but all she could muster was a soft whisper of, “why me?”

Bastien smiled at her echo of his own question from the night before. “The way you carry yourself, you have such grace and dignity. You are strong, can hold your own and protect yourself and others in battle. You care deeply for the people of your duchy.” He chuckled softly as she raised her brow in question. “People talk, I listen.” She nodded her head. “You know your worth and make sure others know it too. Some might call you abrupt or abrasive.” He watched her cringe at his words. “But those people aren’t any I would listen to.” She gave a small smile at his words making his heart sing. “You make people earn their place by your side which makes it all the more special when you let them in.” His fingertips brushed against her cheek eliciting an involuntary shiver from her.

She was completely shocked. He really wants me? She never thought anyone would ever see value in being with her, but here was this man that she realized she had been slowly falling for over the last few years telling her that she was worthy of everything she thought she’d never have. “Now what?” She fought the urge to clasp her hand over her mouth. You sound like a needy teen! Get a damn grip. As much as she hated how the question came out, she waited for the answer with bated breath. They finally spoke, were both on the same page. While she’d hoped that perhaps it was something more she didn’t actually believe any of this would happen. She wasn’t the girl who got lucky in the love department. She was the woman who’s strength and knowledge pushed men away. All the snotty nobles wanted a wife to submit to them, even in this day. None could handle a woman who could wield power and rule as well, if not better than them. The thought that she wouldn’t actually have any knowledge of how to run her duchy was laughable. Most men she found as ‘suitors’ felt the need to tell her how to manage her own lands that she’d been in charge of since she was a young adult. Here she had a man with his own sense of duty, who saw value in all the parts of her most would consider flaws and he actually wanted her. Am I dreaming?

Bastien’s breath caught in his chest as he stared at her. He’d nearly screwed up any chance with her the night before, now he needed to show her that he truly meant the words he said. “Now I take you on a date like I should have from the beginning.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his wording, letting out a soft chuckle instead. She noticed a shift, she was becoming less abrasive after just a few moments with him. Maybe the fact should of terrified her but all she could think was, maybe I can be happy. Her fleeting happiness vanished. She wouldn’t say it was shame, more like worry that he’d regret being seen with her. His hand caressed her cheek, her eyes softly fluttered closed at the intimate touch. She wasn’t used to being wanted or desired for more than what she could potentially offer them.

“I know a place if that’s what you’re worried about.” He said noticing her downcast expression.

Her eyes snapped open, fear written in the emerald orbs.

“I want you to be comfortable, if you’re worried about being public too soon, this place is perfect.”

Olivia slowly nodded, he wanted to be seen with her, but was anticipating her own hesitation. She wasn’t ashamed, far from it—let the idiots at court say what they want, she was more worried if it didn’t work out that she wouldn’t be able to stand the humiliation. She was already seen as an outcast at court because of her parents, and now Anton, while she was strong she couldn’t handle another blow so soon. “When?”

Bastien grinned at her eagerness. He liked that she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, even if she seemed slightly hesitant with him. We’ll both open up. “How’s tonight?”

A lump formed in her throat. Tonight? He really was interested. “Okay.” She said as she tentatively laid her head on his bare chest, gently soothed by the sound of the thundering beat of his heart. Please let this work.

Olivia stepped out of the shower, she twisted a towel up into a turban to dry her crimson locks before wrapping a fluffy white towel around her body. Her body was nearly vibrating from the amount of tension and nerves she felt. She walked out into her room, smiling when her emerald eyes fell on the simple red a-line dress she and Ellie had picked earlier.

Olivia paced the length of the room. What was I thinking saying yes for a date tonight?!

“Liv, calm down. Janice will be back shortly.”

Olivia shook her head as she picked up her phone. “I’m going to tell him I changed my mind.”

Ellie smiled softly as she carefully took Olivia’s phone from her placing it on the bed. “Liv, I never expected to see you give a shit about a date.”

Olivia sighed. “That’s because no one ever gave a shit about me, but he seems to. What if I ruin my only chance?!”

“Liv, it’ll be fine. I’m sure he’s just as nervous.” She crossed the room as she heard a knock on the door. She opened it smiling brightly as she let her assistant Janice into the room, her arms overly laden with garments not found in the palace boutique. “Everything will be fine. We will find the perfect outfit. Now just breathe.”

Olivia ran her hands down her sides, smoothing down her new dress. Her nerves seeming to increase the closer she got to the agreed upon time for their date. Pull it together! You’re a Nevrakis, we don’t get nervous over men! She gave herself one last cursory glance in the full length mirror. Thank god for Ell, I never would have found this without her. A knock broke her from her thoughts, her heart hammering harder in her chest as she crossed the room. Breathe. Just breathe. She opened the door, breath hitching as her gaze fell on Bastien dressed in dark wash jeans, a crisp white button up shirt, topped off with a simple black blazer. She’d never seen him look so dressed down, the sight taking her breath away.

Bastien sucked in a breath as the door opened. She looked breathtaking in a simple a-line dress, proving once again that red was truly her color no matter the style. Her crimson hair swept up in a low bun secured at the base of her head. “You look gorgeous.” He said leaving in giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Ready to go?” He asked as he pulled back offering her his arm, his casual cufflinks shimmering in the light.

Olivia nodded as he gently placed her hand in the crook of his arm. Here we go.

Olivia looked around the Greek eatery as they stepped inside. It was small, but warm and inviting, the mixture of smells coming from the kitchen intoxicating her senses. She forced the surprise from her face as a petite woman with a round face, and greying hair rushed up to Bastien pulling him down kissing both his cheeks in greeting. Did he bring me to his favorite place? She felt oddly comforted by the thought that he took her where he’d be recognized instead of her.

“Bastien, you look thin, you need to eat more.” The petite woman said pinching his cheeks.

Bastien chuckled, the deep bass sound reverberating through his chest. “Mrs M, we’ve discussed this, I have to stay fit for my job.”

“Pish.” Mrs M waved him off. Her almond colored eyes went wide as they fell on Olivia.

“Bastien! Where are your manners? Letting me coo over you when you should be introducing me to your girlfriend!” She shook her head in dismay.

Olivia opened her mouth to correct the older woman, stopping as Bastien placed his hand at the small of her back.

“Forgive me Mrs M, allow me to introduce Olivia. Olivia this is Mrs Markos, she and her husband own and run this place.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mrs Markos.” He didn’t correct her… Before she had time to process her thoughts Mrs Markos pulled her into an embrace. She tensed momentarily, caught off guard by the older woman’s affectionate welcome. She patted her arm awkwardly, straightening as she was finally released.

“Call me Mama or Mrs M, everyone does.” Mrs Markos smiled. “I’m so glad he brought you here, I was wondering when Bastien would finally settle down.”

Settle down? The thought should have filled her with anxiety yet all she could feel was unbridled hope.

“Come sit.” Mrs Markos led them to a table in a quiet corner. “I will bring you your meals.” She said rushing off to the kitchen.

“She meant menus, right?”

Bastien chuckled as he pulled the seat out for Olivia. “No, Mrs M likes to choose for her regulars and their guests. She always gets it exactly right though.”

“Hmm.” Olivia hummed a non believing response as she took her seat. She locked eyes with Bastien as he joined her at the table. “So I’m your girlfriend?”

Bastien felt his cheeks warm. I should have known she’d bring that up. “I’d like to think, maybe at some point I’d be your boyfriend.”

Olivia’s heart hammered in her chest at his admission. She didn’t have time to have anxiety over his confession as Mrs Markos returned carrying a plate piled with warm dolmades and two bottles of portokalada, orangeade. Her emerald eyes went wide with disbelief as her go to appetizer was set before them. She was even more stunned by the addition of her favorite soft drink.

“Alexi said he’ll be out later.” Mrs Markos shook her head as she left, a mumbled “I can’t believe he was hiding such a sweet thing” heard under her breath.

Olivia felt her heart swell and throat tighten. She tried to push the anxiety away as she daintily speared a dolmas with her fork. “How long have you been coming here that you get such special treatment?”

Bastien chuckled shaking his head. “That’s just Mrs M. She’s like that with all her regulars.”

Olivia arched her perfectly shaped brow.

“I’ve been coming here since shortly after joining the guard. It started to serve a reminder of who I truly served, or that’s how Jackson explained it when he brought me.”

Olivia nodded as she speared another dolmas, neither Bastien or Drake bringing up Jackson much in casual conversation. “So Jackson brought you?”

“Yes. He wanted me to remember that while my job was to protect the crown that I still served the people.” His brow knit together and he grew momentarily quiet. “I thought that Constantine held himself to the people, I’m ashamed by some of the things I’ve done in serving him.”

Olivia’s gaze softened, her hand covering his. “Constantine had you and so many fooled. You feel remorse which shows that you are good.”

He drew his gaze up to hers offering her a small smile. She understands and doesn’t fault me. “Thank you. For your understanding.”

Is he serious?! Who could fault him for following orders. “What kind of person would I be for faulting you for following orders of someone who you should have been able to trust?”

Bastien nodded as he lowered his gaze. He would forever be remorseful for the things he’d done, particularly to Ellie, Olivia’s best friend. He would never understand how both women could be so kind and forgiving. They don’t know I suspected anything and placed Drake close, so why can they forgive me so easily? The question was driven from his mind as Mrs Markos appeared with two steaming plates. He cleared his throat, offering a soft thank you to the older woman as she set the pastitsio in front of him and moussaka in front of Olivia.

Olivia’s emerald eyes went wide with question as the older woman left them to eat. She stared down at the moussaka with a question in her eyes. “How?” She looked up at Bastien.

“I told you, Mrs M just knows.” He smiled as he tucked into the baked pasta dish, feeling grateful for the ability to move on from the previous conversation.

They ate making comfortable conversation. He found it both odd and comforting how easily the conversation just flowed between them. His heart swelled with love and pride every time he was able to make her eyes light up. How could anyone not want to be by her side? He would forever question how anyone could ever easily discount her and wonder how he got lucky enough for her to want him.

Bastien looked up as a large piece of Revani was placed in the center of the table along with two forks. “I shouldn’t be serving you dessert after you kept this one secret for so long, but I’m not a monster.” Mrs Markos said giving Bastien a pointed look.

“Actually Mrs M, I didn't keep anything from you, this is our first date.”

Mrs Markos looked between Bastien and Olivia. “No, I would never have guessed.” She patted Olivia’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, it will last.”

Olivia gaped wide eyed at the older woman’s retreating form. She wondered when she’d become so transparent that someone she just met her could read her so easily. Don’t worry. The words echoed in her head, was she worried, maybe a little. She’d come to believe she wasn’t worth anyone’s love and had accepted the fact she’d remain alone, until him. He instilled a hope in her she hadn’t felt in she wasn’t sure how long. Being near him made her stomach flip and her pulse race. I hope she’s right. She never took much stock in those who claimed to see the future, but Mrs Markos had her hoping it was true. She pushed the worries from her mind, determined to remain present and not ruin the best date she’d ever had as she picked up her fork, cutting off a small bite of the syrup soaked semolina cake. She hummed as the nutty and orange flavor exploded on her tongue. She placed the fork on the table, her emerald eyes sparkling as she swiped her finger through the whipped cream bringing it up to her mouth. “You said you had to stay fit, are you sure you can have double dessert?” Her tongue darted out, sensually licking the cream from her finger.

Bastien’s mouth went dry and his face heated as he took in the implications of her words and actions. You owe her better. As much as he wanted to feel her body pressed against his again he wanted to show her that she was worth more than simply sex. His pants grew tighter as he watched her tongue swirl around her finger suggestively. He softly cleared his throat as he pushed the image of her plush lips wrapped around his hard cock from his mind. “I don’t put out out until the third date.”

Olivia snorted. “You know you already put out.”

“That’s different. We are seeing each other differently now.”

Olivia rolled her eyes, ready to retort back when a tall, thin man with white hair and pale blue eyes walked up to their table.

“Bastien, good to see you, Effie told me you finally brought a girl and that I had to come and meet her.”

Bastien chuckled, when Mrs Markos has first laid eyes on Olivia he had almost expected to call her husband out right away. “Olivia this is Mr Markos, but everyone calls him Pop, Pop this is Olivia.”

“Olivia, what a beautiful name for an enchanting woman. Is our Bastien treating you right?”

Olivia blushed at his compliment, she was used to being called brash and hard to deal with, never being referred to as enchanting or sweet. She was beginning to see why Bastien came here so often, and why he brought her here. Here she could just blend in with the crowd and be accepted as his date without worry of being judged for her family name. “Nice to meet you Pop.” She shot Bastien a smirk. “He has his moments where he needs improvement.”

Mr Markos let out a booming chuckle. “Don’t we all?” He clapped Bastien on the back. “A piece of advice from this old man, always listen to your lady.”

“See?” Olivia smiled smugly. “I’m right.”

“I’ll keep that in mind Pop.”

“Good. Now I’ll let you kids back to your meal.” Mr Markos nodded at Olivia. “It was a pleasure to meet you, I look forward to this one bringing you around more often.”

Olivia stopped in front of her room, her hands nervously toying with the bottom of Bastien’s blazer that was draped across her shoulders. Why are you nervous? This is the part you’re good at!

Bastien leaned forward pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. “Goodnight Olivia.”

“Why are you saying goodnight? The night doesn’t have to be over yet.”

“Olivia, I asked you on a date to get to know you, not so you’d sleep with me.” Bastien shifted his full ‘doggy bag’ Mrs Markos had sent him home with into his other arm. He reached up brushing a fallen strand of hair back from her face. “I want our first time to be special.”

“We already fucked.”

He chuckled. “We hooked up, this is us trying together.”

“Semantics.”

“Hook ups don’t matter, this does.”

Olivia rolled her eyes with a sigh. Why is he making this hard? “My dates always come in if I ask.”

“I thought we decided that they were idiots.” Bastien smirked. “Trust me you will be happy we waited. I’m going to go slow, make you cum more times than you ever have before.”

Olivia swallowed, she wasn’t used to men turning her down so it could be special. She wasn’t used to a guy putting her first. She was used to men who wanted to know what she could do for them. “Well then what am I supposed to do with my night?”

“You could always call your friends and tell them about the great date you had.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, but you better make good on your promise.”

He leaned forward until their lips were nearly touching. “Don’t worry I will.”

Their lips met in a kiss that sent sparks through her body, making her wish he would come into her room and make good on his promise now. She pulled back breathless. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in?”

Show her she’s worth waiting for. As much as he wanted to tell her he changed his mind, he needed to show her she was worth more than she thought. He needed to show her that he saw value in her, even if she didn’t. “I’m sure. Goodnight Olivia.”

She slid his blazer from his shoulders, carefully folding it in half and handing it to him. “Goodnight.” She slipped her phone from her purse as she walked through the door shutting it behind her. She smiled as she saw a text from Ellie waiting.

Ellie: How did the date go?

Olivia: It was good, he took me to a small restaurant where the owners know him by name.

Ellie: That’s sweet.

Olivia: Yea, but he dropped me at my room,

Ellie: I don’t see the problem…

Olivia: He said he won’t put out until the third date. 🙄 We already had sex. In fact we had sex last night.

Ellie: So what you’re telling me is that you had a good time but you’re upset that he’s trying to be respectful. Olivia he’s a keeper.

Olivia could read the exasperation in Ellie’s last text. Maybe she’s right, maybe they both are. Maybe I’m just so used to assholes that I don’t understand a good guy. She let out a sigh.

Olivia: Maybe you’re right and I’m reading too much into it.

Ellie: I know I’m right. Trust me, he’s being genuine, get used to it, you found yourself a good guy.

Olivia rolled her eyes as she typed out goodnight to her friend, dropping her phone on the bed. Get used to it, you found yourself a good guy. Ellie’s words repeated in her head as she removed her jewelry and make-up and changed into crimson modelle knit pajamas. Can I really get used to it? She thought about the way he made her feel. She never before felt valued or like someone was trying to prove their worth to her. She smiled softly as she pulled back the bedsheets, slipping into the bed, settling under the covers. She liked the way he made her pulse race and her stomach flip, she liked the way he saw her as someone worth getting to know slowly and not just jumping into bed with. As annoyed as she had been when he said he wanted to wait she now saw that he was telling her that she was worth waiting for. The thought that someone actually saw her as more than a pawn made her smile grow. Maybe I can get used to it. She knew she was at least willing to try.

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Dullahan ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ Story - Part 11 (sfw)

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Wow, well I have stepped back from Tumblr a bit today, but I've got this 5300 word part to post for your delectation! It’s been on my Patreon on early release, and it’s now time for it to go up on here. I hope you like it!! The last instalment was a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, with finding and freeing half-goblin Will, and then D getting critically wounded in the fight with the mayor. Coming up, we’ve got a new centaur and gnoll to introduce you to, and Erik the mino’s brother makes a short appearance.

The vote was super close, but those of you who chose to send him back to the fae realm with Ten were just in the majority! The emotional ride continues a bit in this part, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. I can see there being possibly 2 more parts to this story.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten

“You’re right,” you said. “Take him. Heal him. And when he’s better, bring him back to me? Please?”

Tenacity nodded once.

“Tell him I love him…” you said.

“He knows.”

“But tell him anyway!” you sobbed, your throat closing around the words, choking your breath on your raging emotions. Your harsh voice scraped on the rough-hewn walls of the tunnel around you. “Please.”

Tenacity softened and adjusted her grip on him as he lay in her arms. “I will. Be careful, won’t you?” she said. “You’ve been bloody stupid so far.”

You ground your jaw and stared furiously back at her. “You shouldn’t have given me the power behind your name then, should you?” you challenged.

Her eyes flared up. “He’s in this mess because of you!” she hissed.

Then D’s right arm twitched and he reached blindly out for you. As you caught it, his soft, wheezing voice murmured from every direction, “Don’t… fight,” and another wracking sob tore itself involuntarily from your chest.

“He’s right,” you told Tenacity, and you summoned every last scrap of your remaining courage. “Take him out of here. Take him home.”

And you squeezed D's hand one last time before Ten closed her eyes, and the pair vanished like smoke from where they had been standing. The gaping void which their sudden departure left in your life rocked you to your core, and you stared at the spot where they had been, eyes locked on the spatters of D’s phosphorescent blood on the tunnel floor.

Kravik’s approaching footsteps barely sounded above the wild pumping of your blood in your ears, and it took him actually reaching for your hand for you to come back to your senses. “You going to be alright?” he asked hesitantly. He’d simply been standing there, waiting for you to rally, and when you hadn’t, he’d helped you as he always did.

Your fingers clenched reflexively around your best friend’s hand and you swiped tears and rock dust from your face. “Gods,” you rasped, blinking furiously to clear your vision of tears. “I must look a mess.”

“We all do,” he said, looking down at the mayor. “What are we going to do about her?”

Your eyes followed his gaze and you tried to scrape your brain back together to form a coherent plan. The shivering of the rocks around you reminded you of the most pressing matter. “We need to get her out of here. The whole mine could collapse now. And Will too; I’ll go back for him. You run back out to the entrance and fetch Vhorn. He can carry her out and we can decide what to do with her as a whole town…”

He nodded, clearly trying to ignore the choppy way you spoke and the wild light in your eyes. “Hey,” he murmured, giving you one last squeeze. “Thank you. Will’s and my people might well have died without your intervention.”

Your smile was weak as you blinked back at him. “Like I said before, Krav, I’d do anything for you. I just… I just hope…” He didn’t need to watch your gaze flicker back to the green blood on the stone to catch your meaning.

“Yeah,” Kravik agreed. “I hope so too. He seems strong though. And he’s in good hands. Come on, standing here isn’t going to help anything.” And with that, he headed back up the tunnel towards the daylight.

You watched his retreating back melt into the shadows of the passageway in a matter of seconds, drew a long breath, and then began to feel your way back down the tunnel. Without the lights of the dullahans’ combined essences to illumine the path, it was slow going, but you staggered and stumbled your way down the passage, managing to avoid trampling or tripping on the mayor as you passed, and came back to the main cavern and study without getting lost.

The lights of her enchanted lanterns still glimmered on the walls as before, and after a brief glance around, you saw Will standing at the desk on the right hand wall. His long, goblin-like fingers were leafing through various disordered piles of research notes, and he had his back firmly set to the open cell door on the left hand wall of the cave.

“Will?” you called softly to him. “Will, we need to get out of here. All those explosions… This place isn’t stable any more.”

“I know,” he said, his tone tense and grim. “I just wanted to gather enough proof of what my mother was doing. And… you never know if there are going to be any side effects of what she did to me. We might need her research notes.”

“You think there might be more in the lab?” you asked, eyeing the now open and un-warded laboratory door at the far end of the cavern. When he nodded slowly without stopping or looking up, you said, “Go and have a look in there while I search through the things here. We will be quicker that way, and then we can leave.”

Will moved, but he didn’t turn to go immediately to the laboratory. Instead, he looked up at you with his enormous, black eyes. His skin was the dark, smoky grey of a goblin’s, but his features were as much human as goblin. He licked his thin lips briefly as he tilted his head up to look at you. “Thank you,” he said in a broken whisper. “You risked your life to free me. And… And that dullahan… he… he might…”

“Don’t,” you hissed, perhaps a little more harshly than you’d intended. “Don’t finish that.”

“Fine,” he said. “But I know I’ll never be able to thank you for what you’ve done and what you’ve risked.”

“You can thank me by grabbing everything that’s useful, and then following me out of here,” you said quickly as the cavern rumbled ominously and the terrifying clatter of small stones showering to the ground made itself known to you. A small trickle of dust landed on your shoulder and you flinched. “Hurry!”

Will nodded seriously, and trotted off to the laboratory, leaving you to rummage around frantically on the desk. You grabbed anything that looked like research notes, an odd amulet, and a tome on magical mineralogy, but you left the bag of runestones and the crystal sphere, the carved gnoll skull, and what looked like a sacrificial knife, and yelled at Will to hurry up as the cave reverberated with another horrifying rumble.

He bolted out a moment later, a lantern swinging from one arm, and said, “Yup. Come on. I don’t like the sounds I’m hearing. We need to leave, immediately.”

The pair of you scarpered for the exit, darting up the tunnel, and as the swaying light of the lantern washed over the massive form of Vhorn, grumbling as he picked the mayor up and dumped her over one enormous shoulder, you nearly screamed in shock. He’d looked like some kind of rock demon, disturbed by all the explosions.

“Come on,” he growled. “Whatever the hell you’ve been doing down here has nearly brought the whole mine down. Run!”

And with that, you all sprinted upwards towards the light.

No sooner than you had reached the last few yards of tunnel than the whole mine folded in on itself behind you with a terrifying, thunderous cracking and rumbling of rock. You just got clear enough of the entrance not to be blasted by the rush of billowing dust and debris that exploded out behind you, and you tripped, falling face first in the grass, the mayor’s research notes scattering onto the ground beside you.

Kravik was at your side in an instant. His quick, deft hands touched your shoulder gently and he pulled you over onto your back. “Hey, you alright?” he asked. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, unable to think.

“Here,” he said, cradling your head in his hand and lifting it so that you could drink. “Wash some of the gunk out of your throat, eh?” he smiled.

You took a long pull from the waterskin, rinsed your mouth out, and spat to the other side.

“More?”

With a nod from you, he raised it again, and you drank the water down this time.

You struggled to sit up fully, and as you set your hands down, your palm came into contact with a smooth fragment of stone that had been carved and inlaid with small runes. The gold glinted in the sunlight, and you gasped. “This is what kept the dullahans out,” you murmured, turning it over in your hand. “It must have broken the wards when the mine began to collapse. That’s how they got in.”

Before Kravik could answer, Vhorn came stumping over, having deposited the mayor somewhere for now, and his massive, orcish frame blotted out the sun above you as he came to a halt. “What the hell happened down there?” he asked. “I thought you were fumigating for beetles, not bringing down the town’s livelihood around you!”

Kravik stood protectively at your side, but you set down the runed fragment of rock, took a deep breath, and then stood. You barely came up to Vhorn’s chest, but still, you faced him calmly. “The mayor was using the silver mine as a cover for something else.”

“What? Impossible,” he snorted.

“Hear me out,” you said firmly, holding up a hand. “She used a substance called ‘phorosnykum’, which is poisonous to goblins and gnomes and other stone-bound creatures in its raw form. But she refined it, and then tattooed it into her half-blood son’s arms in an attempt to awaken the magic in him. It amplifies a mage’s power, apparently, and she hoped that his human blood would be enough to activate it, and that his goblin blood would no longer keep the magic from being dormant in him.”

Vhorn growled and turned to look at the mayor. She was lying on two large, wooden crates, still unconscious from Will’s blow to the head. You knew you should probably look at that, that a head wound could be serious, but because of what she’d done to D, and to the goblins, and to her own son, you couldn’t find it within yourself to care quite enough to do it immediately. You couldn’t do much until she woke up anyway, you knew.

Vhorn was breathing heavily, and the sound of it rasping in and out of his flattened, orcish nostrils made recalled you to yourself. “She poisoned my wife, my beloved Minna, so she could torture her son?”

“Pretty much,” you said with a shrug. “I think we should take her to the town cells, and Will and I can show everyone the evidence. Let the people she screwed over decide what to do with her.”

“If this were an orcish clan…” he began, but you laid a hand on his massive forearm.

“Vhorn, it’s not,” you said quickly, stalling him before he gained any momentum. “I know what swift and true orcish justice looks like, but I think we should talk about it. All of us. As a town.”

“What’s to talk about!” he bellowed, drawing the attention of the onlookers, and for the first time you realised that there were goblins there who had been mining phoros until very recently. Were they alright? You should be tending to them, not arguing with the overseer.

“Vhorn, we’ve got sick people to deal with. Help me get them to the healing house to be checked over.”

The sound of running feet, and possibly also of hooves, reached your ears, and you turned to see a small party rushing up the hill from the road below. Among them was Erik, his long-handled axe strapped to his massive back and his minotaur’s hooves pounding the earth as he ran beside Orin, a large bay centaur, and with them came Nuari, a frankly enormous gnoll. The three of them were woodcutters and had obviously come running from the glade not far away at the sound of the mine collapse.

Erik took one look at you, and then at the billowing dust still lingering and drifting in the air between the pine trees, and his eyes went wide, his nostrils flared, and he barrelled at you. Your friend picked you up and held you in his huge arms. “Gods, what happened? Are you alright? Is anyone still trapped inside?”

You shook your head. “No one is inside,” you said with certainty. “We got everyone out. Put me down, Erik, I’m fine,” you added with a wheezing chuckle. “We do need a hand getting a few of the miners to the healing house though.”

Your knees felt weak as water after everything you’d been through as you and Kravik organised the safe transport of everyone to the healing house, distracting Vhorn by asking him to help as well. You and the goblin exchanged a look if satisfaction and relief as the orc walked away from the mayor to begin helping to carry the coughing and shaken goblins and other miners down the hill towards the town.

“Nuari,” you called, and the big gnoll looked round and came padding over to you.

“You alright?” he asked, subtly snuffing the air around you.

You smiled. You’d not really had much to do with him in the past, but he occasionally shared a drink with you, Kravik and Erik in the inn. More recently he’d taken a shine to a hunter who had moved in on the outskirts of town. “Yes,” you confirmed. “I’m shaken, but alright for now. Would you help me take the mayor to the town hall? I’ve looked her over, and apart from dizziness and a bit of sickness consistent with a concussion, she’s alright. There is a holding cell we can keep her in there until we can put her on trial…”

He nodded. “Of course,” he said with a somewhat grim and toothy smile.

Nuari unceremoniously pulled her to her feet and growled at her to stay silent, and you walked by his side as he led her away with a firm grip on her. Through the trees ahead, you saw Orin returning with Erik, having transported the disorientated goblins to the house of healing. There was no sign of Vhorn, thank goodness, but Erik’s little brother, Calum was with them. Erik was still signing rapidly to his deaf brother as they drew level with you, Nuari, and the mayor, clearly filling him in on all that had happened, but as your head began to spin and points of light sparkled across your vision, he broke off and darted forwards.

Taking deep, steadying breaths, you tried to fight off the dizzying weariness, but as you swayed perilously, he looked up at Orin, who grinned. “Pop her on board,” the big centaur smiled, turning broadside to you, his big, feathery shire’s fetlocks dancing and swishing.

“Thanks, Orin,” you whispered, mortified. You couldn’t help the gasp of surprise as Erik hoisted you easily up onto the centaur’s back.

“Hold on,” Orin grinned. “I’m taking you home. You need to clean up and relax.”

The ride back to your cottage was short, and honestly passed in a complete blur. Erik thanked Orin and led you inside while the others saw the mayor safely to the cell. Erik seated you on a stool while he gave you a drink and a piece of nut brittle he found in your pantry for a quick blast of energy. “There,” he smiled, kneeling down in front of you.

A sudden wave of gut-wrenching loneliness washed through you. The feeling of D’s fleeting grip on your hand, the warmth of his palm on your thigh, the flickering light of his phosphorescent lines: it all filled you with a deep, gnawing terror, and you couldn’t tell anyone about it. Kravik knew, but he was busy seeing to his people.

“Hey,” Erik murmured. “Hey, it’s going to be alright. I’ll get some water heating for you so you can wash up, and then I want you to lie down for a while, alright?”

You nodded mutely, allowing the big, dark minotaur to take care of you while you simply sat there, trying not to cry.

It seemed like a long time later that the water was hot enough for you to take a bath, and even longer until you were lying down on your bed. “I’ll get Krav to come and find you later,” Erik said as he made his way to your bedroom door. “Try and rest a bit for now. You’ve been through a terrible ordeal.”

“Thanks, Erik,” you smiled weakly.

The big minotaur just nodded again and backed slowly from the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.

Alone in the stillness of your bedroom, you tried not to let your thoughts and fears run rampant through your exhausted mind, but it was utterly futile. Taking a deep breath, you pulled the covers up around your ears, and let the bone-deep tiredness soak through you. Your last thought as you slipped under into unconsciousness was of D.

The mayor’s trial was a sad affair. Will testified against her, looking so small as he stood up in the little town hall. It was hardly a formal courtroom like they had in the big cities, and there was no precedent in this backwater trading town for trying the mayor of the town itself, but everything was noted down and recorded properly, and the town council passed the final sentence. The mayor had caved in and admitted everything when you had stood up and spoken of the damage she had done to the bodies of the goblins she had used to extract the phoros from the mines. She was sent under guard to the city where she was passed over to the guild of mages, along with all the documents of her crimes.

Life slowly returned to normal in the town, but your victory still felt hollow without D by your side.

You worried every night about him, and with no word from Tenacity, you began to fear the very worst. If anything happened to him, would Tenacity come back to tell you? Or would she just move on to the next place that called for a dullahan’s justice?

Two weeks passed, and you tried to occupy yourself in caring for the remaining goblins who still couldn’t quite shift the hacking coughs from the phoros powder. Minna recovered fully, and you laughed for the first time in at least ten days when big Vhorn swept his tiny wife up and held her in his arms, nuzzling his tusked face against her neck and kissing every inch of her that he could reach.

“Careful, Vhorn,” you chuckled. “She’s still on the mend.”

Minna, still in her husband’s arms, had thanked you profusely, and her dark eyes had then slid to Will who was standing on the far side of the room, watching the display of affection between goblin and orc with fondness in his sharp features. The young half-goblin, it seemed, had an interest in horticulture and medicine, and had assigned himself as your apprentice since leaving the mines. He was staying with Erik and his enormous family, sleeping in the cosy attic room above their wood store, and he seemed to be slowly blossoming back to life under the boisterous minotaur family’s effervescent love. His tattoos still glowed blue and pained him from time to time, and you suspected he might need to travel to the city to see a mage about them one day, to make sure they were safe, but for now, he was content with a simple country life.

If only you could be.

Winter hit the forest hard that year, with storms tearing up old trees, and a flash flood ripping the great water wheel right off the side of the mill building downstream. As spring finally staggered in and the weather settled while the little flowers began to poke their noses up through the layers of fallen leaves, the whole town pulled together to get everyone back on their feet. A new mill wheel was built, houses were repaired, and the people got back to living instead of just surviving. While you spent the cold season treating the flu and the flux, colds and agues - maintaining that a minotaur with a head cold was one of the most pathetic sights you’d ever seen - you felt increasingly empty inside.

You had come to accept that neither D nor Tenacity would come back to you. You guessed that D hadn’t survived, and that with nothing to tie her to this place any more, Ten had simply abandoned you. The pain of that was almost as unbearable as the thought of D being dead.

On the night of the spring equinox, during which the town celebrated the advancing season with drinking and dancing, you found yourself quietly alone in your little hut, reading by the fire. The tramp of several pairs of feet up the stairs and the stamp of a centaur’s hooves on the gravel outside, announced the arrival of a small and rather rowdy bunch of well-meaning friends, come to chivvy you out of your little dark corner and into the light of the approaching spring.

It was Kravik though who simply barged into your hut while the others - Erik, Will, Valka, Orin, Nuari, and Erik’s little brother Calum - all stood outside, laughing and stamping their feet against the lingering chill in the air.

“Oh no,” Kravik exclaimed melodramatically when he saw you bundled up in a shawl with your feet tucked up underneath you. “Oohhhh no. No, no, no. No you don’t,” he went on, shaking his head and waggling a long, knuckly finger at you. In a quieter and much more empathetic voice, he said, “You aren’t going to hear from them. It’s been months. You know you need to let him go.”

“I can’t, Krav,” you said. “I… I know we didn’t exactly make any promises to each other… But he… I don’t even know if he…”

“I know,” the little goblin said, covering the last few yards between you and putting his hand on your forearm. It’s colour wasn’t dissimilar to that of D’s skin, but where D’s hand had been big and powerful, ending in vicious, obsidian talons, Kravik's was skinny and light, but the touch of your friend was no less kind than D’s had been. “Come on, we’re taking you out. You’re not allowed to stay in and mope on equinox. You’ll bring bad luck and the blues on the whole town if you do.”

“I think we’ve had our fair share of bad luck for a lifetime,” you muttered darkly, but he cut you off with a hushing gesture.

“Don’t say that!” he yipped playfully. “Now you’ve got to come before you jinx everything. Come on, get up and get your fancy dancing clothes on.” Conspiratorially, he leaned in and said, “Orin would like it if you came dancing…”

“I bet he would,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “He’d like to dance with anything in a skirt.”

“Ah, come now,” Kravik laughed, stepping back as you got to your feet with a grunt. “That’s not true. He’s just… He… He just… appreciates a…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “A good woman when he sees one? Shut up, Kravik,” you laughed. “And let this particularly good woman get dressed.”

“Yes!” he said, pumping his fist in the air in triumph. You shook your head as he scuttled back outside and hollered, “She’s coming!” and was met with a chorus of cheers.

Ah, they were a good group of friends. And despite your heartache, you did find yourself enjoying the evening.

A group of travelling musicians provided the entertainment, and the dancing even spilled out of the Highwayman’s Secret, the inn which stood on the main street through town. You and Kravik danced, as well as you and Erik, and Will, and even Nuari asked you for a dance, leaving his hunter on the bench talking to Orin and Valka. The banshee only used Sign, but she made herself understood well enough.

As you came back for one final dance with Kravik, he smiled up at you. “Pick me up,” he said at the end of it.

“What?”

“Pick me up. I wanna hug you, and I hate hugging your leg like some little dog.”

“Can I sit down?” you laughed, and he nodded. You made your way off the dance floor and eased yourself onto a comfortable bench. Kravik sprang up onto it and sank into your lap as he had used to do when the two of you were a bit younger. His arms snaked around your neck, and he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “I’m so glad you came tonight.”

“Thanks for making me,” you replied, hugging him back.

The fierce intensity of his friendship suddenly shattered the calm in you, and the dam which had kept your emotions in check that night cracked and splintered. His bony spine beneath your palms was intimately familiar to you, and the lines of his body were an old comfort to you. He knew the shape of your soul the way no one else did, and tears suddenly welled up and you began to cry into his collar. Sobs wracked you as you sat there, wailing behind the cover of the music.

“I miss him so much,” you choked, and he held you all the fiercer for it, stroking your hair with his long fingers. “I miss him so much,” you said, over and over. “Justice,” you whispered, no longer speaking to Kravik. “Justice, I miss you.”

A moment later, an odd prickling ran all the way up your spine, making the hairs rise on the back of your neck, and you looked up sharply with a wheezing gasp, expecting to see someone standing close. A second cold shudder rippled right through you, and you stared blearily around, searching for the cause of your unease.

“You alright?” Kravik asked, pulling back. “You look like you’re going to pass out… Come on, let’s get some air.” With that, he clambered off your lap and held his hand out to help you to your feet.

Erik was outside with Orin when you two emerged, and when they saw the pink in your eyes, and with an exchanged look, Orin asked, “Want some company?”

“Sure,” you sniffed, and the small group of you wandered through the chilly spring night, heading gradually back to your cabin the way a compass needle points north. The dark outline of Nuari loomed out of the night, coming back from walking his partner home, and when you asked why he hadn’t stayed, he flattened his ears and growled, “Argument.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

He shrugged. “We’ll be alright. I hope. Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head, and the gnoll slipped into place between you and Erik, who was none-too-steady on his hooves.

As the noise of the festivities faded behind you, and the sounds of the night reached prevailed on the susurrating breeze, you let out a deep sigh and found your eyes unfocusing.

“You alright?” Orin asked after a little while, pulling his long, dark brown ponytail forward over one shoulder and fiddling with it. “You’re not angry we made you come out, are you?”

You looked up at him and shook your head, smiling, despite your roiling emotions. “No, Orin, I’m not angry. I had a wonderful time, and you’re all very thoughtful. Thank you.”

His huge shoulders slumped in relief and the thick woollen jumper he was wearing over his human torso sagged under the motion.

“You really didn’t have to escort me home, though,” you added. “I could have walked fine alone.”

“Erik’s had way too much to drink, so he needs to walk it off,” Orin commented, giving the minotaur a playful shove and making him stagger so far that he nearly flattened Nuari, you, and Kravik. The gnoll dodged and snatched you out of the way, and little goblin barely leapt back with an indigent shriek in time. Orin clopped forwards to catch the tilting minotaur before he fell flat on his face.

“It’sss true,” Erik slurred. “Sorry. I normally don’t drink coz of looking after mama and the others, but tonight Orin said I should so I did and now the world is all over the place.”

“No, that’s just you,” Kravik grumbled. “Orin, why did you have to get him so drunk?”

The centaur laughed. “It’s not like I meant to get him this sozzled… He did that all on his own!”

“Can’t you just sling him over your back and take him home?” Kravik added sourly.

“And face the fury of a minotaur mama for my efforts?” Orin chuckled. “No thank you! Like I said, he can walk it off a bit first.”

You were all laughing as you came around the bend in the road that led to your hut, set slightly apart from the town and separated by a stand of pine trees and a little meadow, but the laughter died in your throat at the sight that greeted you there.

Standing patiently outside your house was a very familiar black horse.

“Midnight?” you gasped, eyes going wide, feet stalling.

Kravik murmured your name and laid his hand on you to steady you. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

Nuari began to growl and instinctively dropped to all fours, hackles raised. Your hand shot out and landed on his furry shoulder to reassure him. “No,” you whispered. “No, it’s fine. Really. It’s fine.” You turned to look at Kravik, knowing your face was a picture of wonder and disbelieve. “Krav, it’s him!”

Nuari twitched beneath your hand and you flinched back to stare at the cabin. It was unmistakable: D was walking down the steps of your hut.

He froze when he noticed the small party all staring at him, clearly wondering if he still had time to use his innate dullahan magic and disappear.

“What the hell is that?” Orin breathed, shuffling his hooves nervously.

“Whassswat?” Erik scowled vaguely. “I don’t see anything.”

Nuari was still growling. “I don’t like this.”

“It’s… It’s…” Your tongue stalled. You saw two options ahead of you. You could lie to your friends; tell them it was nothing and say you’d like to go back to the town and give D a chance to get away, or you could forget them entirely and run to him.

You’d never felt so torn. Dullahans were secretive, and often payed vicious vengeance on those who stared too long at them, and D was still standing there motionless. When Midnight noticed you, she reared and screamed a neigh into the night. D startled at the sudden sound and went to her, patting her neck.

Then your heart dropped as he stepped into the stirrup and swung up onto her back. He reined the horse around, ignoring her snorting and head shaking, and nudged her into a slow walk down the road away from you.

“D?” you hissed.

“A messenger?” Orin asked. “That didn’t look right though… something was… off about them.”

You didn’t know how much they had truly seen, after all, Tenacity had disguised herself successfully as a human being and had been granted access to the mayor’s house.

D and Midnight were disappearing into the shadows of the forest.

Your breathing quickened. You glanced down at Kravik and he nodded at you.

You made your decision.

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sportyheroesimagines · 6 years ago

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i can't get enough of your soulmate dabi series omfg!! i know you just posted but do you by any chance know when you're posting the next part? love your work:)

Here’s Part V for you! Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long~ (Part I) (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV)

Your feet pound against the pavement as they propel you down a maze of back alleys. You stumble along, dragging your hand against the damp brick walls, every step matching the hammering of your heart. Dabicchi. That’s what she said. Your breath comes out in short rasps as you apply more pressure to a new gash on your side. Dabi … It’s no surprise that he would know someone like her. Looking both ways, you slip down another side street. Lungs on fire, blood gushing through your fingers, it feels like a drum is banging between your ears; even your vision is blurred and distorted. You stumble over your feet, and you press your back against a building, taking raspy breathes.

“Yuu-san,” you gasp, pulling your phone out, “I need to call … Yuu-san.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” her voice sings.

The young blonde throws another knife. It strikes your phone, knocking it out of your hand and shattering the screen. She laughs as she flings more blades at you. Summoning water from your surroundings, you freeze the throwing knives in mid air. Your fingers flex and ice daggers are launched towards her. The girl laughs, meeting each crystal with the sharp end of her blade. She races over. The girl crashes through the remaining ice and slashes her knife at you. Her blade grazes your stomach, shredding your shirt, drawing a thin line of blood across your skin. She tries to stab you, but, grabbing her wrist, you manage to jam your elbow into her face. Her head is knocked back and the taste of iron fills her mouth. She licks her lips, running her tongue over the blood dripping from her nose. She flashes her red stained teeth. Sending her back with a blast of water, you flood the alley with steam and take off again.

Her giggles bounce around the brick walls in a taunting chorus, “You won’t get away, you know! I can smell a maiden in love from a mile away!”

You don’t listen. The only thing you can focus on is gaining distance from her, but it seems like you are stumbling more and more. Don’t stop. You tell yourself. Keep going. You force yourself to move until you can’t hear her shrill giggles. Slowing down, your body careens to the side. This time Takeyama can’t catch you. Your shoulder slams into the wall, and a grimace paints your face. Keep going. Don’t stop. You begin to walk again. The police station is close, you know it. You almost want to laugh at yourself, remembering how much of a fuss you made when Kamui Woods ordered you to memorize a map of the city, but this isn’t the time. You limp along, using the wall as a crutch.

“Hey.”

Your body freezes.

“I didn’t think I’d see you so soon.”

His voice. You’d never forget his voice or the way it sends shivers down your spine. You turn around and Dabi’s there, standing in front of you with his hands shoved in his pockets. He’s staring at you with those eyes again. You dig your fingers into the gash on your forearm. He smiles and takes a step forward; surprisingly, you let him and you don’t run away either. He keeps walking towards you.

“Did you,” you ask between breaths, “Did you send that psycho after me?”

“What? I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but you look pretty damn bad. Looks like you could use some help, huh?”

He reaches out and touches your face. His thumb smudges a bit of blood splattered on your cheek. You look up at him, and his patchwork face splits into a grin. Your face flushes, heart fluttering. Then your body stiffens like a board as thousands of volts of electricity rampage through your body. You tremble and drop to the dank concrete. Still shaking, you look up at Dabi. His face begins to melt in clumps, skin falling away like wax dripping down a candle. His blue orbs are replaced with bright, yellow irises. Your eyes widen. The girl sheds her skin and crouches down by you.

“You let your guard down,” she says, pressing the button on her taser, “But that makes me happy. It means you really do love him.”

“Wha … what’re you―”

Your jaw locks as she tases you again. Her laughs mix with the harsh crackling of the electricity and the flashing blue light flickering against the wall. You convulse, cracking your head against the ground, and everything goes black.

Shigaraki shuffles his feet as he enters the common area from his back room. He looks around at the lowly lit bar, noticing a certain little blonde is no where to be found. He looks at Dabi who lounges on the sofa. He sits with his legs spread and his nose in his phone, unconcerned by the presence of his “leader.” Shigaraki scratches his neck.

“Where’s Toga?” he asks.

“She went out,” Dabi answers, not bothering to look up.

“Out where?”

“How the hell should I know? I’m not her damn babysitter.”

“Well, we need her.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve kept an eye on her,” he snaps back, “It’s not my job to keep tabs on that psychotic brat. She’ll fucking turn up.”

Suddenly a rhythmic knock comes from the door.

“Speak of the damn devil,” Dabi mutters.

Kurogiri emerges from behind the bar and opens the door after checking the peephole. Toga skips through the entrance, humming happily. A pair of (s/c) arms are loosely draped over her shoulders and a head hangs laxly as she carries a limp body piggyback. Shigaraki and Dabi look her up and down, then glance at each other. Toga grins. Bending forward, she throws you over her back and slams you against the hardwood floor. You lay limply on the ground like a rag doll, unmoving. Blood seeps out of your gashes; it soaks your clothes, making them cling to your skin. Your hair is fanned out around your head. Even unconscious, you still manage to look like an angel.

His angel.

His angel, who has been touched by hands that aren’t his, defiled and bloodied by this demonic little pest.

“Surprise!” Toga cheers.

Dabi’s fist clenches. Rage boils his veins and bursts from his skin in blue flames. His lip curls into a snarl, launching a fire ball directly at Toga. She stares at the flames with awe, but Kurogiri warps the attack away. Dabi charges at the manic blonde, anger etched into his face; she readies her knife with a grin. Again, Kurogiri intervenes.

Dabi glowers at Toga, pulling his hand out of the warp gate, “What the hell did you do?”

“What? Is this the wrong person?” she asks.

Toga crouches down and lifts your head by your hair. She sniffs your skin, running her tongue over your cheek. Dabi grinds his teeth. She catches his stiff shoulders in the corner of her eye, tittering gleefully.

“No, this is the right one. I’m sure of it.”

“You damn psycho.”

He sends another blast of fire at her. Toga lets go of you, avoiding the blue flames. Instead, a chair receives the hot end of the ravenette man’s wrath. Kurogiri rushes to extinguish the burning kindle, but Dabi could care less. She cocks her head to the side.

“Don’t you like your surprise, Dabicchi? I brought your love here, and I even made them all pretty for you.”

“You’re insane,” he growls under his breath, “I’ll kill you for this. You’re dead, brat. You’re dead.”

He steps towards Toga, but a low groan from you stops him in his tracks. He looks down at you. Your fingers twitch, the signs of consciousness coming back to you. Dabi shoots Toga a sharp glare. More than anything, he wants to burn that brat to a black crisp for laying a hand on you, but another whimper from you halts him. His soulmate in pain takes precedence. He bends down, carefully taking you into his arms bridal style. Your head lolls back, eyelids fluttering, but you remain unconscious. Dabi pulls you into his chest, snarling at Toga under his breath. She holds her face in her hand, clearly amused by his show of possessiveness.

“What the hell is going on?” Shigaraki asks, “Who is that?”

“Mind your own fucking business.”

Toga giggles as Dabi storms over to the door, swinging it open. Shigaraki narrows his eyes. He steps forward.

“Now, where are you going?”

“Mind. Your. Own. Fucking. Business. And if anyone follows me, I swear to god,” he turns to glare everyone, flames flickering in a warning on his back, “I’ll kill you on sight.”

Dabi walks out into the night, cradling you in his arms. He holds you close and looks at your bloodied face. Your skin looks more pale than he remembers; your lips are dry and cracked too. Still, Dabi presses a kiss to your forehead.

“She’ll pay for this,” he mumbles against your cold skin.

You move your head, breath hitching with pain. Dabi picks up his pace as he walks you to the nearest hospital, glaring at anyone who dares to give him a passing glance. He hides in the bushes and checks his surroundings. No ambulances, nurses, or smokers are hanging around the entrance. He trots up to the emergency ward, then gently lays you on the concrete. He brushes your hair back, caressing your face and smoothing his thumb over your cheek. Your eyelids flutter as consciousness begins to find you. Dabi’s lips quirk into a half smile.

“There you go. Glad to have you back, Doll face.”

You groan once more, eyes blinking blearily. Dabi trots off before your vision fully adjusts. Still, you see a long, black jacket fluttering and blending in with the darkness of the night. You reach your shaking hand out. There’s no doubt with that smoky scent still lingering in your hair. Stretching your arm, you try to grasp at the blackness before your hand falls limp.

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diyunho · 6 years ago

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The Joker x Reader - “The Work Wife” Part 3

You’ve been working for The Joker for the past 10 years: you speak and act for him and no matter the circumstances, Y/N is always there to take care of everything he needs. The King of Gotham might not be married, yet he has a perfect partner: his work wife.

Part 1 Part 2 (Part 3 as voted HERE) Part 4 Part 5

5 months later

“Are you just gonna sit there the whole time?” The Joker splashes the water in the Jacuzzi while you look outside, not even hearing his words. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”

“Oh, I’m watching everything to make sure it’s safe,” you finally pay attention and analyze the surrounding buildings from behind the smoky windows belonging to the second floor of “Serenity Day SPA”; it’s one of the businesses J owns, primarily operated for money laundering. The rooms upstairs are never used by anybody else except him: he seldom visits and actually uses the amenities since the place is very luxurious.

“We have 15 men with us, I think we’re OK. Come on, lose the suit and relax,” The King of Gotham requests your presence in the hot tub because you seem absent minded today.

“I’m good,” you mumble and continue to search for any signs of suspicious activity out there even if so far nothing seems out of the ordinary.

“You know how much I hate to extend my invitations twice,” he watches you take a deep breath and gaze his way.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” you come up with the easy excuse and J gestures towards the variety of dressers containing bathing suits, swimming shorts, towels and fuzzy robes.

“Use theirs!”

“Ughh,” the exasperation reaches his ears and it’s not approved.

“Maybe one of these days you could just, you know, drop the attitude?! Only a mere suggestion; don’t lemme stop you from annoying me!” The Joker growls as you choose a random attire and start changing behind the panel as fast as you can, hoping he will shut up.

“Don’t lemme stop you from annoying me” speech is usually between 10--15 minutes long and you are certainly lacking any eagerness to put up with it.

“Why do I have to get in there?” you protest his orders and emerge into a floral bikini bottom with the matching bra.

“Because,” J huffs and completely lowers himself in the bubbly water for a few seconds, then gazes your way. “I must say Y/N, you look decent for a fossil.”

“I’m not a fossil!”

“You turned 36 last month. Basically ancient for my scaling system,” J taunts and smooths his wet hair, thinking that the usual extra feistiness is not present within his work wife today. You step in the Jacuzzi, half afloat until you reach his side.

“Your scaling system sucks, that’s why you don’t have a steady girlfriend,” you lift one of your eyebrows in order to underline the accurate reality.

“I only need company that takes care of my needs for the night; you take care of the rest so I’m fine,” he pauses and waits for the sour remarks to continue but they don’t.

You’re awfully quiet, definitely preoccupied by more important matters than the usual dispute he’s searching for.

“What’s the matter?” J elbows a distracted Y/N.

“Today…” and your voice cracks,” today is Kai’s birthday.”

That’s why she’s like this, he thinks and moves closer to you.

“Wow, the first snowflakes,” you sadly smile and change the subject because you feel you’re suffocating.

“Yeah, I like winter,” he adds on the topic in his usual way of dealing with things. “Much easier to get rid of dead bodies.”

“So charming,” you candidly reprimand. “That’s why women are flocking from all sides; one better than the other.”

“Precisely,” the insolent Joker is glad you’re getting absorbed into his little game; it kind of feels a major part of his daily life is missing if you two don’t clash and he’s aware he has to put in extra work today in order to obtain the desired outcome.

“Please enlighten me so I can prove a point: when is the last time you went on a date?” you turn towards him, interested in what he has to say.

“Ummm… three nights ago,” J immediately replies.

“One night stand is not a date! As usually, I had to get rid of her in the morning and I’m getting tired of taking out the trash,” you scoff, irritated. “You should have kept the girlfriend you had two years ago; she wasn’t bad.”

“I got bored,” he dismisses your suggestion and stretches his legs under water while you have more to include on top of the earlier statement:

“It’s exciting to see you’re satisfied with bimbos that think you have a stamp collection to show them at the penthouse or drunken ones that you marry on a whim at the sham drive-thru chapels around town.”

“Yes, it is exciting indeed,” The Joker winks and Y/N is done with his crap.

“You know what J ?!!”

Oh boy, here she goes! J grins because he’s getting what he wanted:

“You know what J ”speech is usually between 8--14 minutes long and by far his favorite; you usually blur out a list of judgments about his behavior that you don’t agree with and it falls on deaf ears, yet it’s worth it.

“Mister J,” Frost suddenly knocks at the opened door. “Sorry to interrupt but the weather forecast is showing an imminent snow storm about to hit Gotham in less than 3 hours. Traffic will be hectic since everyone would want to finish what they have to do before roads are closed. Would you like to leave now in order to avoid that?”

The Clown Prince of Crime smacks his lips, debating:

“I suppose so,” then addresses you: “Hold that thought, Y/N! You know how much I love to hear your opinions,” the sarcastic smirk makes you shake your head in annoyance. “I guess is better if we bail than having to deal with the craziness on the streets. Tell the crew we’re out of here in 10!”

“Yes sir!” Frost complies and you discern the shouted instructions on his way downstairs.

“Right when I was getting comfortable,” J sighs and sinks under the fizzy water one last time while you’re already getting out of the Jacuzzi.

“You can continue at the Penthouse,” you remind the King of Gotham he actually has the same hot tub at home.

“I guess I can,” the grouchy voice mumbles.

The Joker watches as you dry yourself with a towel, his eyes lingering on the only tattoo you have: the Japanese kanji rows inked on your back containing the phrase you’ve been using for years as an inside joke.

He stalls leaving the steamy ambience for a few more seconds before finally abandoning his temporary oasis.

You switch back to your black suit behind the bamboo panel and come out to help him finish up. The white, furry winter coat is placed on his shoulders while J elects to modify the plan:

“Y/N, I want to spend some time at my cabin instead of returning to the Penthouse.”

“Are you sure?” you start walking beside him, surprised at his choice. “With the snow storm you’ll be trapped there for days.”

“It’s fine; I’ll have you to keep me company,” J brushes off any projects you might have like he always does.

“I rather stay at my apartment.”

“No, you’re coming.”

“Seriously J, I don’t want to be dragged in the middle of nowhere. I like that place in the summer and that’s pretty much it,” you try to make him forsake his ideas and pay attention to the stairs you’re both descending.

“I’ll let you know when I give a damn,” The Joker scoffs, signaling some of the men waiting along for his passing to follow.

The door leading towards the secluded parking lot on the north side of the building is already opened and you walk outside, mad he doesn’t care you’re not in the mood to visit that accursed cottage during the crazy weather that will soon hit the area.

Two henchmen are already waiting by their cars and you slowly blink for a few seconds, feeling the snowflakes melting on your face. The faint sound of the bullet shrieks by your ear and you instinctively turn towards J, his eyes already looking down at the fresh wound that’s beginning to stain the white coat.

“What the..?!” he touches the blood in disbelief, suddenly out of breath. You are quick to push him against the nearest SUV, screaming at the others:

“Sniper!!! Get down!”

The goons already outside scatter behind the cars in the parking lot and you help The Joker sit on the ground and press on the oozing injury, the red spot exponentially growing each time he forcefully inhales.

“Shit…” he moans and you gesture at the men that didn’t make it out of the building, including Frost.

“Stay inside! There’s a sniper!!”

“What do we do?” Jonny yells and you shout back:

“Everybody regroup inside!! Stay low and sneak out through the other side of the property! Go in groups of 3 and sweep the surrounding places, maybe we can catch whoever did this! Take the rest of the team and call for reinforcements!”

“You need help?” Frost peeks from behind the curtains, ready to aid if required.

“I’m OK, I don’t need an escort!”

You open the car door and help The Joker crawl in the back seat; he’s wheezing louder and louder due to the painful lesion.

“Keep pressure on it!” you gather his coat around the wound as much as you can, this way it soaks up the blood. “I’ll take you to the doctor; just hang in there, alright?” an apparent composed Y/N creeps on the driver’s side, twisting the keys in the contact.

“It fucking hurts,” J groans and his acknowledgment makes your heart beat faster:

The Joker has a high tolerance for pain so if he says that it hurts, it means the discomfort is beyond what a normal person would be able to tolerate.

“Hang tight!” you begin to drive, keeping close to the concrete wall enclosing the parking lot, watching him through the rear view mirror. “I’ll take the back streets,” you mumble and immediately accelerate, taking a sharp turn once the protection of the wall is over. The tires screech under the abrupt impact and you speed towards Madison Avenue, having to distance yourselves from the shooting range as soon as possible.

“How are you doing?” you gaze at him and the only answer is a growl.

The Joker’s teeth are clenched together; he couldn’t say a word even if he’d wanted to.

You nervously squeeze the steering wheel, paying attention to the road again.

“I think I can make it there under 40 minutes,” the affirmation makes him shiver: the pain is becoming so unbearable he feels he’s going to pass out.

Another turn on Coldwell Boulevard and the last thing J hears prior to losing consciousness is Y/N’s warning:

“Hey, don’t fall asleep!”

**************

The Joker gradually opens his eyes, trying to adjust to reality. You’re sleeping in the recliner close to his bed and the venue seems familiar: it’s the same private clinic you were taken after the unfortunate events that left such a deep scar on your cheek. He’s groggy and a bit confused, a typical secondary side effect of all the medications present in his body.

“Nurse…” J whispers and has to gather his strength to say it louder since you didn’t hear him. “Nurse! Wake up!”

This time the exhausted Y/N promptly snaps out of her troubled dreams, gasping when she realizes The King of Gotham is glaring her way.

“You’re awake,” you jump out of the recliner and move close to him, so happy to see he’s out of danger you actually smile.

A rare occurrence these days.

“Why are you wearing scrubs?” J licks his lips and you reach for the cup of iced water on the cupboard, offering some to the patient.

“We’ve been here for 2 days: it’s easier to blend in, just in case,” you explain while waiting for him to finish drinking.

“What’s the verdict?” he taps his fingers on the pillow, seeking your company for the requested briefing. You lie down next to him and relay the main points to the weakened Joker:

“By the time we arrived, you’ve already lost a lot of blood. You had a clean wound: the bullet went right through; almost pierced your kidney, only half an inch away from disaster. They couldn’t stop the bleeding and I was scared you’re not going to make it,” you gulp and touch his face, upset it was such a close call.

“Why? Were you afraid you’ll be unemployed?”

“Basically. You pay well.”

“True,” J utters. “Do we know who did it?”

You remove your hand, the immediate change in attitude making him aware you’re displeased.

“So we do know,” he figures, wondering why you look at him like that.

“Yes.”

Perfect silence; you are flustered, that’s for sure.

“Well?” J yawns, tired and drained.

“Do you remember your last flame? The one I got rid of 5 days ago?”

No answer. Because he can kind of tell where this is heading.

“Apparently, she didn’t like that you threw her away the next morning so she did something about it. Thank God she can’t aim that well, I’m sure she tried for the head.”

J is speechless since he was expecting a different outcome.

“The Great Joker, taking down by one of his one night stands. How stupid is that?!” you hiss and try to calm down the urge to strangle him.

“That is quite stupid, my reputation would be ruined,” he tries to joke since he knows he’s going to hear about it forever. “Is it fair to assume she’s not around anymore?”

“I made sure,” you frown, scooting closer to him again. “If you were planning to sleep with her again, she’s not available.”

He grabs your waist, loving the bitter expression written all over your being.

“Any other news?” he changes the subject, delighted you’re so worked up.

You cut him some slack for the moment, sharing your observations:

“I think one of the nurses likes you. She keeps on lifting your hospital gown, checking out the area.”

“Probably to see if I need my bandages changed,” J grins, satisfied with the little confession.

“Or maybe checking out your components,” you honestly reply.

“Components!” he chuckles and regrets it the next second: the sore wound is definitely there.

The door opens and you grumble in a low voice:

“That’s her, that’s the nurse.”

“Quickly, fix my hair,” The Joker demands and you comb the green locks with the tip of your fingers. “How do I look?”

“Like crap,” you sigh, unable to repair too much due to the present misfortune.

“Dammit,” he completely covers the both of you with the sheet, shielding the intimacy of the discussion from any prying ears.

“Miss Y/N, it’s not safe to be this close to a recovering patient with a raw injury. There’s the risk of infection. Could you please go back to your recliner?” the woman requests out of concern for the medical staff’s own safety: she knows that if something happens to The Clown Prince of Crime while under their care, they will pay for the consequences.

“Make me!” you sneer from under the covers, irritated with her plea.

“Yeah, make her!” J growls also and it’s a red flag for the nurse to leave before one of you snaps. The care giver leaves some medications on the cabinet, planning to return later.

“Try not to contaminate me,” he pouts and you roll your eyes. “I already sacrificed a lady’s interest in me by siding with the competition.”

“You’re so full of it,” you kick his knee, careful not to touch the stitched laceration.

He has no clue how much it terrified you that he almost died on Kai’s birthday; it would have been unbearable to think each year at the same date about two men you care about no longer around.

*************

After 3 weeks

The Joker was released from the clinic yesterday and went straight to the cabin in the Willow Woods, hauling a vexed work wife with him against her will. You sure detest the place in the winter time; there are days it snows so much you can’t even walk to the shed to restart the generator. But he said the fresh air will make his recovery a piece of cake and for once you didn’t argue with the bullshit reason.

You are so worn out after taking care of J 24/7 that the tempest going on outside doesn’t bother you. Y/N dozed off one hour ago and the strong wind sweeping the wilderness slams branches, snow and frozen leaves against the windows.

A strand of your hair is being tugged by the crabby King of Gotham; he has insomnia and of course he sneaked into your bedroom after drinking 2 cups of chamomile tea that did absolutely nothing.

“Y/N, are you awake?”

You barely make eye contact, the brain fuzzy from all the restlessness you dealt with in the past weeks.

“My back is stiff,” The Joker indirectly implies a massage would be more than welcomed.“Did you hear me?” he pokes your shoulder when you nap again.

“Why won’t you let me rest?” you finally blur out, wishing you were at your apartment and not in the boonies at the cottage you can’t stand.

“I can’t work out for a while and my bones are cracking every move I make. Plus, I can’t sleep because your dumb tea didn’t work. Are you gonna do anything about it or not?!” he loses patience describing his hardships to the woman that should know all about them.

“Don’t nag me!” the unexpected response containing what J usually throws at you makes him search his mind for a sour admonishment.

In the meantime, you get on your knees and slap his side so he can turn face down, beginning to rub his back along the dragon tattoo since he won’t quit bugging you.

“That feels awesome,” he grunts when your hands work around the tight muscles keeping him up at this hour of the night.

“Jesus, one knot after the other!” you blur out frustrated, trying to relax the stubborn tissue under his skin.

“Told you I‘m stiff; I wasn’t lying. Keep going,” he motivates the grumpy Y/N. “Aren’t you happy that you still have a boss to take care of?”

He senses your fingers stopping, then restarting and something that sounds like sniffling.

“Are you crying?” the muffled question arises from under the pillows.

You wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your fleece pajamas, watching the flames in the fireplace crackling in the darkness. The Joker reaches his left hand backwards and grabs yours, pulling you next to him again. There’s no resistance from your part and his face moves on top of the cushions again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” you bite your cheek and refuse to say more on the topic.

You don’t really have to though; The Clown Prince of Crime is neither stupid or blind.

“I’m still here old girl,” he emphasizes due to his twisted desire to get you out of your misery while still being a jerk.

“I’m not old,” you defend your 36 years of existence like you always do.

“According to my standards you are,” the silver teeth maliciously glisten 2 inches away from Y/N’s lips.

“Your standards are pure crap,” you sulk and he wraps your arms around his neck, compromising at last:

“Probably…” and your sudden kiss takes him by surprise and in the same time it doesn’t.

That’s new, The Joker thinks and enjoys the opportunity of making out with the feisty Y/N that clings to him so tight he cannot move.

“I think I’m still out of commission,” he purrs in between kisses and you couldn’t care less.

“That’s fine,” you smile and give him a second to catch his breath.

“Wait…Wait…” J carefully debates. “Ummm…On the brighter side, I believe we might be in luck but you’ll have to do the hard work giving my present situation.”

“That’s fine too,” you accept his proposal and lean over to whisper:

“Don’t worry, I’ll be nice.”

**************

7 months later

“Did you get what I asked for?” The Joker barks at the smuggler that’s taking too long searching the metal crates from the last shipment received yesterday.

“Yes, Mister Joker, just one moment. I know it’s in here, I saw it myself.”

“I don’t have a moment!” the impatient King of Gotham retaliates and the dealer picks up the pace, relieved to finally discover the item buried inside the box.

“Here you go Mister Joker,” something resembling a booklet is being handed to J.

The opulent wedding ring beaded with purple and green diamonds stands out on The Joker’s finger and the smuggler’s eyes get big.

“Oh, you got married Mister Joker?!”

“Yeah, two days ago,” he gets ready to bail since he’s late for his own honeymoon trip to Las Vegas.

“Congratulations!” the guy has nothing better to do than offer his best wishes.

“Why??” J’s mood switches for the worse. “You think I got a good bargain out of it?! I didn’t !! She’s been nagging me for 11 years; I just made it official !”

“I’m sorry Mister Joker,” another wrong reply escapes the dealer’s lips.

“Why are you sorry, hm?” the pissed Prince of Crime raises his voice. “You think I can’t handle my own wife?!”

You are waiting for J next to your car, playing with the bottom of your short summer dress. There was certainly a commotion going on until a few moments ago when the noises stopped; you’re about to check on it but J is coming out of the building, brushing pieces of glass off his clothes.

“What happened?” you inquire.

“I got you a present,” he avoids replying and gives you the booklet.

“What is this?” you open it, confused. Nothing but a bunch of stamps neatly organized inside.

“A stamp collection, Y/N! You always complained that when I brought girls at the Penthouse I said I have a stamp collection to show them when in the matter of fact I didn’t. So I fixed the issue: these are actual stamps I can show them; very valuable: I paid one hundred thousand dollars!” he boasts in front of an annoyed Mrs. Joker.

“No girls, no stamps!” you flip the expensive collection straight into the trash can near you.

“Wha’… What are you doing?!”

“No girls, no stamps!” you repeat, urging him to get in the vehicle.

“How dare you?!“ he has an outburst that you don’t pay attention to. “You’re fired!”

“No I’m not,” you calmly go around the car since you’re the designated driver for the vacation. “Come on, get in,” you reach from the driver’s side to open the other door for him. ”Traffic will be horrible across the Bridge of Angels. We have to leave,” you pat the passenger’s seat and J is hesitating. “You really don’t need that stamp collection; you have me.”

“Pfft,” he huffs and enters the car, not wanting to admit to himself that his work wife is right.

Actually work wife and wife.

No matter what anyone says, now there’s finally no difference.