#and the smoke is just amazing little touch just makes it all so ethereal and beautiful

[hyunpic]

hyunjin | so good 📍241026 sydney

[kokonoisgf]

lingerie - Shinichiro Sano

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+ character: Shinichiro Sano

+ tw: MINORS DNI - sexual explicit content, sweet love making, cursing, praise, “baby”, “angel”, ”princess”, smoking - female reader.

+ wc: 1.3k

+ note: IT’S MY BDAY TODAY WOO ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ What a better way to celebrate than to gift myself a sweet smutty scenario of my fave <3 I wanted to thank you all for the love and the bday wishes it makes me super happy <3 have an amazing day my lovers, I love you 

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“Baby girl i’m back home!” His voice resonates through the cozy apartment. Dim light reflecting against your subtle skin, the lace hugs your curves to perfection making you look ethereal.  You await as if you were the greatest work of art, all spread out prettily on Shinichiro’s mattress. The almost translucent lavender material leaves little to none to the imagination, your locks sprawled around your head resembling a halo. 

Footsteps echoes, nearing closer with every ticking of the clock, “Baby? Are you asleep-” his voice is slightly above a whisper, hoping to not wake you up from your beauty rest. As the door creeks open, his jaw drops. It’s as if air gets knocked out of his lungs, voice stopping mid sentence as his dark eyes, which were once shrouded with sleep from his exhausting day at work, twinkle with new lust. It's far from being the first time his hands have ever roamed your body, itching to touch every centimeters, to feel your skin glide under his finger, yet it’s as if he’s star struck. 

It’s a new lingerie set, the soft looking material covering just exactly what needed to be covered. It has him in a complete trance. Shinichiro gulps down, taking in the sight in front of him, making quick work of his black hoodie and white shirt underneath. The metal of his chain rest deliciously on his collarbones, muscles flexing at his movements. “You’re so..” He trails off as if pondering his every words, lost in his thoughts, heart shaped eyes trailing over your skin. One hand comes to run through his hair, as he lay against the door frame, corner of his mouth lifting into a seductive smirk. “Breathtaking” He stands still for a moment, as if meticulously looking at every little detail of the new garment because God knows he’d discard it soon enough to plow into your pretty cunt. Making his way toward you, his thumb graze against the subtle skin of your cheek, eyes locking with yours, swirling with such pure love that it makes you melt right into his palm. His breath ghosts against your lips, leaning his forehead on yours to gaze passionately into your orbs 

“Truly the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen” He presses his lips against yours, the neediness pulsating through his pores. “And she’s mine” Tongues tangling, its not long before he’s rolling his hips into yours, slow and languid as if he desired to take all the time in the world to taste this moment. Clothed bulge pressing against the side of your thigh, his cock twitches under his sweatpants making it even more prominent. “My perfect girl, I’ll fuck you so good, yeah? You want that baby?” Shinichiro promises, his chain dangling above you. The light from the lamp reflects on it, as he trails a calloused hand down your body. Caressing your collarbones, breasts and stomach he ultimately spread your legs open, Sterling gaze roaming over the material delicately covering your cunt he’s quick to hook a digit under the strap of your panties.

“I love this lingerie on you- I love you” He breathes out, his charismatic honesty stealing a blush from your cheeks. Hot breath hitting your clothed cunt,  he wastes no time to push the lace to the side, tongue delving between your folds, tasting you like a starved man. “Looking all pretty like this fuck-” He curses under his breath, at a loss of word. “Makes me wanna fill up this pretty pussy with my cum” Raven locks tickles your inner thighs as his lips latches unto your pearl. Flicking it softly, he’s quick to earn mewls and moans from you, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. Mewls quickly turn into begs, as you helplessly grind your hips against his face, smearing your juices unto his chin. He feel his cock throb in the confine of his pants, gaze flickering between your soaked cunt and the way your lips blabbers nonsense. Ego boosting with every delicious mewl of his name, Shinichiro mindlessly grind his hard cock against the mattress. Risking a glance at his direction, your lover looks absolutely heavenly snuggled between your thighs: bead of sweat running down his neck, chin slick with cum and messy hair. His face is flushed as his lips press a chaste kiss unto your thigh: “You want my cock? then you’ll have to use your words beautiful” 

Its not long until you’re pleading for him to fill you up, and Shinichiro is even faster to comply. Splitting you in half on his cock, engorged member slowly sheathe itself into your tight heat. Throwing his head back, he feels his world spinning, the grip your pussy has around his cock is way more than enough to make him see stars and beyond. “So good t-to me” He stutters, crumbling like a deck of card under a gust of wind. Quickly throwing your legs above his shoulders, Shinichiro leans down capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. “Mine- All fucking mine’” He punctuates every word with a harsh snap of his hips, cockhead deliciously kissing your cervix with his every thrust. 

“Fuck- I’m so in love with you” His confession is pure and sincere, pouring his deepest feelings into this. His hand comes to delicately rub your cheekbones contrasting with the merciless pace he set. Drilling into you, your petite body slams against the pillow as every rough snap of his hips sends you closer and closer to bliss. Shinichiro is quite the attentive lover, not missing the way your cunt spasms around his cock or the way your eyes roll in the back of your skull. “That’s right’ cum on my cock beautiful” His pride swell, knowing damn well only he could fuck you like that, to have you cream all around his dick, fucked stupid. 

Dark gaze zeroes on the way you oh so eagerly swallow him back in, biting down on his lips enough to draw a tad of blood. “Make a mess c’mon now baby” He urges you on, one hand coming to push back strand of his hair exposing his forehead. Your jaw drops, as the mere sight of his toned chest, flushed face and swirling orbs is enough to send you over the edge. Feeling your cunt spasm around him, Shinichiro groans, leaning down to capture your lips with his. “That’s right- Good girl” He coos through the messy kiss, saliva dribbling into your mouth. You’re fucked out underneath him, tongue eagerly dancing with his, souls intertwined. Its not long until he’s coating your walls white, hips stuttering as he pushes his cock deeper than he’d ever been before. Moans of your name spills from his lips, orgasm racking through his every fiber. Rolling beside you, the raven-haired man is out of breath, pulling you on top of him. One hand cover his eyes as he exhales heavily, before peeking out from under his fingers with a mischievous gaze. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight, my love?” Showering you with compliment daily is routine for him, treating you like ultimate royalty. Lighting himself a cigarette, he exhales the smoke away from you before shooting a glance toward his motorcycle key, resting on the bed side table. “You’ hungry? Wanna go for a ride?” He questions, flashing you a wink. His signature grin covers his feature as he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. Time seem to stand still, hearts moulding into one. He looks at you with utmost love, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear  “Let’s go on one condition though” he pauses, faking an air of seriousness, grin becoming even wider as he takes another puff out of his cigarette  

“You’ be my dessert after, okay princess?”

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+ end note: I just really loved the idea of getting absolutely ravaged by Shin and then going on a motorcycle ride around the city at night to get food. UGH my bday wish frl I love this man so much <3 

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likes, reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

[earthlostgirl]

Motel Nights

Faye was sitting on the bed. With a cigarette dangling from her lips. She was moving her leg slowly while fanning herself with a magazine.

"I'm hungry," she commented without looking at him, plopping down on the bed.

"We can call some restaurant," he replied. "Do you have something in mind?"

"I don't know... food," Faye said. " It's so hot I can't even think."

"You're not helping..." retorted Spike getting up from the chair, looking around the floor for his boxers. "I'm gonna hit the vending machine."

"Aren't you at least put your pants on?" asked Faye sitting up and sitting down on the bed with her legs crossed.

"Are you afraid I'll seduce some woman along the way?" Spike asked mockingly moving closer to her.

" Yeah, Spike that's my biggest fear..." replied Faye grabbing him by the chin.

He moved in to kiss her, but she pulled away.

"So ... you're still angry?" Spike grinned and gave her a sonorous slap on the thigh.

"Yep" she replied holding his gaze, while biting her lip.

"And that earlier thing was?" asked Spike again, tucking her hair behind the ears.

"Angry sex,"

"I like angry sex"

"You like sex"

"You've a point."

Faye lay back down on the bed and he lay down next to her, draping his arm and leg over her.

" Spike, please, it's too hot, let go of me," Faye turned and kissed his shoulder before pushing him across the bed.

"What do you want to eat then?" he asked taking the pack of cigarettes from the bedside table.

"Mmmm a burger..."

"With cheese, egg, bacon and caramelized onions..." he finished the sentence for her. "And fries."

Faye looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and amazement.

"I'm an observant man, sweetie."

"And you, double burger, double bacon, no veggies and the strongest cheese in there" Faye smiled proudly. "You're not the only observant one, sweetie."

Spike reached out for the phone and called the motel reception. He ordered, all without getting out of bed.

"We should get dressed," he murmured running his fingers over Faye's stomach. "Or wait naked for the delivery guy, maybe he'll give us a discount."

"Or maybe he''ll call the police," Faye replied who sat up and searched under the bed for her dress. Spike didn't bother to dress beyond his boxers.

The food didn't take long to arrive, they sat at the small table in the room and ate in silence. It made him feel uncomfortable, even though Faye didn't refuse to speak to him, nor was she distant, he felt that something was broken.

"Are you really angry?" he asked when they were done eating.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter," she replied playing with the napkins without looking up from the table.

"Then can we get on with the argument interrupted by fucking?" he asked with a grin.

Faye laughed, at least he was getting that. She got up from the table and walked over to the window.

"I haven't been with anyone else...I've tried, believe me, but when it comes down to it, I feel like I'm betraying you and it feels awful," Faye leaned against the wall, for some reason not daring to look at him.

"Me neither, if it helps," Spike said.

"I knew that," she tilted her head slightly to look at him and gave a faint smile.

"Why?" He asked curiously.

"You're not a one-night stand guy," She turned to pick up the tobacco packet on the table, lit one and then handed it to him.

"I'm not?" Spike smiled touching her fingers to take the cigarette.

"You're complicated," she smiled back and lit her own cigarette.

"Thanks, I guess"

They became silent again, letting the smoke surround them, like an ethereal mist that wrapped around them like a cloak.

Spike got up from the table and walked over to her, who was still leaning against the wall. He put a hand on her neck and rested his head on hers.

"It's not that I distrust you, it's just that I'd rather know if that happens" he whispered caressing her face.

Faye wrapped her arms around his waist and sighed.

"You need to work out your trust issues," she whispered.

"Said the pot to the kettle."

Faye snorted again and broke away from him, giving him a little shove. Spike chuckled and placed his hand on her ass.

"For the record, I've had my one-night stands, a waitress at Mac's Diner, Judy, to name a few," he said smugly, with a proud chuckle.

"Judy?" Faye gave him a sidelong glance. " You make it sound like I know her."

"Yeah, the Judy in Judy and Punch," he said, raising his eyebrows repeatedly.

"The blonde from the Big Shot?" she asked in disbelief.

Spike laughed again and nodded his head.

"Sure, Spike" replied Faye sitting up in bed. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up. When he fell on top of her, she hugged him and kissed his nose.

"It's okay, don't believe me" Spike reached inside her dress and hugged her. "You got any celebrities on your list?"

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to answer that question."

[moonlit-jeno]

high sex + jaemin

warnings: semi-public sex, minor drug use (weed), alcohol mention

The party’s already in full swing when you get there, your way blocked by people laughing and dancing in their own world. You cringe with every person you elbow past, apologizing mentally. It’s probably unnecessary, most of them don’t even notice.

Mark and Johnny are in the kitchen, making wild drink combinations that have you wrinkling your nose. You try one and nearly throw up. Johnny cackles and pours you all shots.

Chenle’s found the controls to the lighting and he changes them as fast as he can, cackling at the disoriented looks on everyone’s faces. Jeno’s quick to stop him, replacing the controller with a camera and telling him to catch all the drama. The lights settle on a gentle blue that joins with the hazy quality to the living room and makes you feel like you’re underwater, moving in slow motion towards Jaemin. He’s melted against the couch, head tipped back as he finishes taking his hit. White clouds float past his parted lips and he watches with heavy lids as they fill the room. A satisfied groan leaves him and his eyes fall shut.

Jaemin’s beautiful, you realize. He always is, always has been, but it’s different now. Under the blue lighting that fills the room, he looks almost ethereal. The type of pretty that makes you stop and stare when you see them in the street, the type that looks like they’ve just stepped off a magazine cover. You stare for a few long moments, taking in the way he’s got his legs spread wide, head tipped back to expose his neck, the loose collar of his shirt doing nothing to hide his collarbones.

His eyes are shut when you sit down but they slide open when you snuggle up next to him. A lazy smile comes onto his face, then, the type of smile that’s all teeth and happiness with no reason behind it besides the fact that he’s loose and feeling good. He looks you up and down, moves one arm to your back and pushes you onto his lap. His other hand sways gently in the air, the lit end of the joint glinting when you look at it.

“Hey.” You giggle, smiling up at him. He tips his head down to be able to see you better, the hand he’s got on your back sliding up to cup your cheek.

“Hey.” He says back, a little dumbly but it works nonetheless. “You high?”

You glance up at the joint before pouting at him. “Not as much as I should be.”

Jaemin makes smoking weed look like an art form. You watch as his pretty lips wrap around the joint before he tips your head back, leaning forward until your lips just barely brush. And you know the drill, you know what’s about to happen, but you’re never quite as prepared for it as you should be. Jaemin blows the smoke into your waiting mouth with ease, watches as you inhale it, watches as your pupils bloom that much extra and listens to the soft moans of contentment that leave with the smoke you blow out.

It’s easy for Jaemin to close that gap between you, to slide his tongue past your lips instead of smoke. You’re happy when he does, pressing yourself closer against him because he tastes like weed and the cotton candy liquor johnny had poured down your throat and it’s somehow the most addicting thing you’ve ever had.

His kisses are playful, kissing you before drawing back just enough that you have to curl your hand around the nape of his neck and pull him closer. His kisses are slow, acting like he has all the time in the world and refusing to speed up when you get impatient. His kisses are hot, his teeth nipping at your lip before his tongue sneaks out to soothe it, and he’s not shy about sucking on your tongue hard enough to send fire down to your pussy. It leaves you squirming, rocking your hips against him just to get something.

Jaemin stubs the joint out and his hand falls to your lower back, just above the curve of your ass. He feels you rock against him, he must, because his cock is hard and his fingers flex against you, sighs leaving him with every kiss.

“I need you.” You gasp out, moving to press a wet kiss at his earlobe.

“Yeah?” He asks lazily, raising his eyebrows as if he can’t feel the way you’re grinding against him, as if you’re not sliding your hand under his shirt, as if your nails aren’t scratching against his abs. “You need me?”

“So bad.” You moan out, playing it up a bit. He doesn’t need to hear it- he already knows how badly you need him, but he’s always liked hearing you beg. And you’ve always liked begging, especially on nights like these when your inhibitions are loose and you lips are even looser. “Jaemin, please. Your cock is so fucking good, fills me up so well. Want it.”

Jaemin takes his time tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You want it that bad that you’d let me fuck you in a room of strangers?” He asks, sliding his hand down to palm at your ass. “Want everyone you see what a whore you for my cock?”

A quick glance around the room reveals that everyone’s too out of it to notice what’s happening and you bury your face back in his neck. His body tenses under you when you suck a mark into his throat, the groan he lets out vibrating against your lips. “Mhmm, want them to see.”

It’s easy to convince him. He leans into the couch while you undo his belt, tugging his boxers down just enough to free his cock. His eyes roll back in his head when you dig your thumb into his slit, giving him one harsh stroke before sliding your panties to the side, taking him down in one go. Your skirt covers everything, or at least you hope it does. You couldn’t care less if it doesn’t because Jaemin’s cock feels so good in you, stretches your walls in the best way possible and fills your vision with stars. Your head falls back on your shoulders, mouth open in a silent moan, and start to roll your hips against him.

Jaemin looks utterly blissed out, one hand squeezing at your ass and the other landing on your back to pull you flush against him. His groans are rough in your ear and you muffle your whimpers into his neck.

“So big.” You manage your gasp out, rocking your hips and finding an angle that makes you really feel it. Your nails dig into his chest through his shirt and his curse gets lost in your moan, in the bass vibrating through the space around you. “Fuck Jaem, I fuckin- oh God.”

Everything feels like so much, the rawness with which you bounce on Jaemin settling deep in your stomach and making your skin burn. There’s a confusing mixture of desperation and laziness to the way you fuck and it makes your head spin, makes you grab onto your boyfriend to ground yourself. Jaemin clings onto you like he’ll die if he doesn’t and yet he does nothing to chase his high, just pulling you closer against him and sinking into the couch cushions.

“Pretty girl.” Jaemin whispers, brushing his lips against your forehead. It’s not like Jaemin to get talkative when he’s high and his words surprise you, make you gasp and clutch a little tighter at him. “My pretty girl.”

Everything blurs together for you. The music, the lighting, the knowledge that anyone in their right mind could look over and know what you’re doing, the tenderness that Jaemin touches you with compared to the rawness that his cock splits you open with: it all blurs into one endless feeling of ecstasy, consuming you until it’s all you can feel, all you can think about.

Jaemin’s name leave you like a prayer as you come, your orgasm sending you higher up into the clouds than you already were. He holds you through it, whispers “I’ve got you” as you shake apart in his arms, his lips pressed to your neck as he finds his own end.

Your eyelids feel heavy and your body feels too warm, your throat screaming for water. Jaemin’s stroking your back, whispering that he’ll get you water, that you’re amazing, that he loves you, pretty much whatever comes into his brain. And you don’t want to move, you’re so fucked out and comfortable that you want to stay like this forever, but Jaemin convinces you with his lips and a surprisingly hard smack to your ass.

His cock slides out of you and leaves you feeling so empty that you can’t stop the whine that leaves your throat, pussy aching with the need to have him back. He brushes your complaints away with his lips, leading you to the bathroom with his hand firmly on your waist, his chest pressed flush to your back. Renjun scoffs at the two of you when you push past him into the bathroom, high fiving both of you. Jaemin misses his hand.

You clean up with one of the nice fluffy towels folded neatly in the bathroom, Jaemin wrinkling his nose as he tries to wash the come out of your panties in the sink. He presses a soft kiss to your nose and smiles down at you. “You want to go to my room?”

“I want a burger.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes and you must look ridiculous but Jaemin doesn’t comment, just cooing and laughing.

“You want a burger? Then you’re getting a burger.” He wraps his arms around you and leads you back to the living room. “I’ll get Doyoung to buy them for us.”

[yodawgiherd]

Incantation of Incineration

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Ok so this work is inspired by an INCREDIBLE fanart I've been blessed to see, do yourself a favor and check it out too - > https://twitter.com/NxngOna/status/1386048795595743239 Mwah, perfection Anyway, rating is M, so beware.

(It's also quickly cobbled together because its a heat-of-the-moment thing, so forgive me if you find mistakes :> I'm far from perfect.)

This had to work.

No, who was she kidding, this wouldn’t work.

It never did, no matter how hard Mikasa tried, how deeply she dug in the library, how much she searched on the internet. Magic was a myth, and it would never work, which saddened the goth girl to no end.

She was fascinated by the supernatural ever since she could remember, devouring magazines, tv-shows or books dedicated to the topic with unhealthy speed. Maybe she was a tiny bit obsessed, but that was okay. Her parents didn’t mind, as long as she kept her grades up, and because Mikasa was very bright that was not hard to achieve. In her free time she kept experimenting, she kept trying, she kept searching for a way to make it work.

To no avail.

No ritual worked. No spell changed anything. No incantation had any effect. Still, she wouldn’t give up. It carried her through high school and it stuck with her in college too. To Mikasa it didn’t matter that goth went out of style, that magic was a forgotten thing for all of her classmates. It was an ethereal thing, bigger than life, something that enhanced the mundane and boring existence.

And today, her faith was rewarded.

Mikasa was studying in a library by herself, having an exam coming up, when her session was interrupted. A small girl appeared, hair shadowing her eyes and an enigmatic smile on the youthful face.

“Hello,”, she said, “Do you like black magic?”

“I.. Uh…”, nervous, the goth pushed an unruly bang that escaped her pigtails behind one pierced ear, “Why do you ask?”

A frown entered her features when Mikasa realized that this was a college library, no place for a small girl.

“Wait, who are you? Where are your parents?”

The girl ignored all this, rudely.

“If you do like magic…”, she leaned closer, “Check the “Worlds Religions” section, the third row.”

“What are you talking about? H-hey!”

Not answering, the girl turned and walked away, disappearing between the bookshelves. Completely dumbfounded,  Mikasa sat for a while, wondering what kind of strange experience this was. Honestly, she should ignore that. It was a child, probably making fun of her because of the way Mikasa dressed. It meant nothing.

Maybe.

Most likely.

But what if…

“Screw it.”, two words that fell from between the goth’s lips and she was putting her stuff back in the bag, throwing it over her shoulder, and walking towards the religion section.

Deftly, her fingers ran along the covers as she searched, taking care that none of her rings scratched the books. Third row, was it? Eyes sliding over one book and then the next, Mikasa felt an uneasiness in her stomach upon finding nothing. It was a joke then. The girl….

Here.

This book didn’t belong here. Sure, it had a cross on the front, but that was the only marking. No title, no text, no explanation, only black leather and silver cross imprinted into it. Looking left and right, Mikasa made sure that she’s alone before grabbing the book and opening it, eyes widening immediately.

There were spells scribbled on the pages, strange words that made sense to her only because of the life-long obsession with the occult. Not that Mikasa didn’t see books like these before, but none of the spells in those worked. Yet this one – it appeared so suddenly, and the girl was so mysterious…..

Biting her bottom lip, Mikasa quickly stuffed the book in her bag, leaving the library right after. Studying could wait, her pursuit of magic could not. Nobody noticed her little thievery, nobody called out for her, and when she was walking home, a new hope was blooming in Mikasa’s chest.

Turning the key in its lock, she wasn’t surprised to see that her parents weren’t home. They worked long hours, days sometimes, and Mikasa was used to being alone. Kicking off her heavy leather boots she beelined towards the bedroom, shutting the door after herself. Bag dumped at the foot of the bed, Mikasa pulled out the book and sat cross-legged on the floor, truly studying it.

There were so many spells in the book, so many rituals, it made her head swim. Some were amazing, some terrible, some made her shiver, and other gasp in excitement.

“No point in getting worked up over nothing.”, she calmed herself, “If none of these work….”

A test then, a trial run of one of these, to see if this was real or yet another hoax. Randomly opening the book, her grey eyes slid over the text, taking in the chosen pages.

“A demon summoning ritual.”, she read out loud.

Okay, fine.

It was a fairly basic spell, and Mikasa had everything required. Chalk to draw a pentagram on the floor. Candles in each corner of the star. In the middle, a small bowl waited for her offering. Mikasa kneeled above it, as described in the book, a knife in one hand. Going by the instructions, she was supposed to cut herself, deep enough to bleed. That was fine, but the placement of the required cut was strange. Not a hand, as she usually did, this one had to be on her face beneath the right eye.

Well, Mikasa was determined.

Reading from the book, she began the ritual. The strange words made no sense to her, but it wasn’t the first time that she chanted something without understanding what. The spell was long and tedious to pronounce, luckily she had plenty of experience with speaking tongue-twisting words. Higher and higher her voice climbed until it was the time for the climax of the ritual. Gritting her teeth, Mikasa dragged the knife over her face, catching a few drops of blood into the bowl. Planting it back in the middle of the pentagram, she waited with bated breath, waited and….

Nothing happened.

Satan damn it.

A wave of sadness washed over her as Mikasa sat back on her heels, clutching the book to her chest. This was her best shot by far, and it didn’t do anything. Maybe it was finally time to accept that black magic simply didn’t ex…

A sudden explosion followed by black and red smoke threw her and Mikasa landed on her back, knocking her head against the floor. Her vision was swimming, but she could see that someone was standing in the middle of the pentagram now, a tall figure that angled its head back, a breathy chuckle coming.

“Damn, it's good to breathe air again.”

That voice. That damn voice. So deep, it rumbled through her entire being, tingled some parts that Mikasa didn’t even know existed. Pushing herself up on the elbows, Mikasa was about to ask what is going on when the being looked straight at her.

And she was lost.

Those green eyes pierced her, went right through any sort of mental strength, and dug into the deepest parts of her being. Not even giving her time to think the being moved, fast as a shadow, and suddenly her body was covered by someone. Falling back from the sudden assault with a yelp, Mikasa turned on her hip, still clutching that stupid book to her chest. Fearfully, she raised her eyes and finally saw what the hell did she just summon.

It was a demon all right. A man no doubt, naked from the waist up but (luckily) wearing black pants with multiple leather belts. Nothing strange on his body, at least from what Mikasa saw, but his head was quite a different story. There were horns on the top of his head, black and curved. Strange markings ran down from his emerald eyes, a bit like cuts, heading down the cheeks. Studying it, studying him, Mikasa realized one thing.

Their faces were damn close.

“So you are the one who summoned me?”, the demon asked, a smug smile crossing his admittedly very handsome features, “A girl?”

Mikasa’s throat was dry, so dry that she couldn’t even answer, but the demon didn’t seem to mind. He was looking at her too, eyes roaming all over her face and a certain satisfaction appearing. A strange ringing sound to her left, and suddenly there was a hand touching her, sweeping away hair that fell into her eyes.

He had claws, she realized, claws and torn shackles at his wrists. And while the claws did look sharp his touch was gentle, not hurting her in the slightest.

“A pretty girl at that.”, the demon continued his monologue, “Very pretty…. Beautiful …”

There was hunger in his words now, a primal one that made Mikasa shiver. She had to do something, otherwise this demon would devour her. Gathering all her mental strength, she clutched the book tighter and spoke.

More like squeaked.

“I-I am y-your master now! You c-came because of my c-calling, that ma-makes you mine!”

“Is that so?”, the demon wasn’t bothered by these words in the slightest, more like pleased if she read his face correctly, “Tell me, beautiful…”

Closer, closer he moved and now their faces were practically touching.

“Do you feel in power?”

Unable to speak, Mikasa shook her head as her lips trembled in fear. A single tear rolled from her eye, realizing that while she may have conducted the ritual, she had no idea how to control the demon. Yet before the tear could splash against the floor the demon caught it, a gentle claw swiping across her slightly bleeding cheek.

“There is no need to cry, pretty girl, I have no intention of hurting you.”

“Y-You don’t?”

“No, you are way too beautiful for that, I wouldn’t dream of tainting that. And…”, his nostrils flared as he took a lungful, “you smell wonderful.”

His head dipped low and suddenly it was on Mikasa’s neck. Lips parted and sharp teeth grazed the skin, making her think that despite the earlier words he might still hurt her. Instead of pain a soft kiss was planted on her neck, forcing a gasp from her throat. That sound pleased the demon.

“W-What are you doing?”, Mikasa choked out.

“I’m not going to hurt you, but you can’t expect me to come all this way from hell and want nothing in return….”, claws appeared again, this time on her upper thighs, dancing around the lace of her stockings, “There is an ocean of pleasure I could drown you in, my beauty, and I’m feeling generous tonight…”

Retreating from her neck the demon faced her again, the green eyes scorching with intensity.

“What do you say, mortal, want a taste?”

No! – her rational half screamed.

But…

He was so beautiful, so unreal, he was everything Mikasa dreamed about. Dark magic was real, it summoned a demon for her, one that was offering her pleasure. Those damn claws on her sensitive skin, the aftertaste of his lips on her neck, the delicious heat his body produced, pressed so close to her….

“Y-Yes.”, Mikasa found herself saying, unable to stop it, “I do.”

The smile that appeared on the demon’s lips, that was the epitome of smugness.

“Good.”

Without further ado, he crashed his lips into hers, finally kissing her. Mikasa was taken aback by this, head lolling back and jaw wrenched helplessly open. The demon’s tongue slipped into her mouth, abnormally long and dexterous, wrapping around her own in one slick motion. At the same time the claws moved, repositioning from her thighs to between them, pressing against her heat. Overcome at several places, Mikasa moaned out loud.

Black panties nudged aside, now the tip of the claw was teasing her wetness directly, building her frustration up. She couldn’t do anything, hands uselessly hanging on the side, the book cluttering on the floor. His tongue was everywhere in her mouth, taking it as its own home, even brushing against Mikasa’s throat. How long was that damn thing?

By the time he finally allowed her to breathe Mikasa was panting, eyes wide and cheeks boiling red. Observing the fruits of his labor, the demon noticed the blood still trickling down, his tongue sweeping out to lick at it.

“Delicious…”, he purred, gently caressing the tiny cut that was already healing, thanks to his tongue, “You taste wonderfully too.”

“P-Please…”, was all Mikasa could say, begging with her eyes more than with her words.

“Oh? Is there something you want?”, the rubbing grew even faster, forcing her to arch her hips and moan again.

“Please!”, she practically screamed, tilting her hips for a better angle.

Deciding that he had tortured her enough, the demon slipped a single finger inside her, exploring the fluttering walls. The penetration made her gasp wonderfully, eyes sliding shut from the intensity.  She was tight, tighter than he expected, making him frown.

“I don’t think that I can go all the way with you tonight, my beauty.”, he sighed, “It would hurt you too much.”

Summoning a single braincell to work, Mikasa cracked an eye open.

“W-What?”

The demon’s answer was a grin.

“Not to worry, I have many more weapons at my disposal.”

A second claw joined the first one, scissoring her open, and Mikasa lost control of her voice. With her mouth occupied by frantic breathing, the demon attacked the neck again, biting into the skin. She was so pale and colored beautifully beneath his teeth, and he chuckled inwardly imagining all the bruises that were sure to bloom on her.

There were wet sounds in the room, squelching as he fingered her, her body being such an amazingly reacting toy. Pulling his fingers out, the demon admired the trail of wetness that connected them to her twitching womanhood. Mikasa’s blood tasted wonderful, so how about….

The long tongue was back in action, she realized, watching as the demon licked his fingers clean from her essence, an expression of pure joy appearing on his features.

“Now this… This is something else.”, his eyes found hers, a wicked grin on the demon’s face, “I need to taste you properly.”

Faster than a snake he was gone, head appearing between her stockinged legs. With a quick swipe of his claw the demon snapped the waistband of her panties open, throwing the ruined underwear away. Grabbing Mikasa’s asscheeks he spread her open for him, planting his face exactly where she wanted it to be. Right against her throbbing sex.

If the abnormal demon tongue felt amazing in her mouth, having it down there was indescribable. Licking at her glistening outer lips first, he glided everywhere on the wet skin, cleaning it. And then he was inside. The long muscle slid into her, writhing around and Mikasa clasped her hands over her mouth just in time before a loud scream ripped its way from her throat. This was incredible.

Nothing ever came close to how the demon’s tongue made her feel. Never in her life did Mikasa experience this much pleasure because the tongue reached everywhere stimulating the entirety of her sex in long strokes and vibrations that she had no idea how he produced. Her eyes rolled back, her chest contracted, her legs clenched around his head. Relentless in his pursuit of Mikasa’s sweetness, the demon kept tongue-fucking her with a clear purpose in mind. To speed it up, to reach his feast faster, a single claw dragged over her swollen clit, pressing and rubbing and….

Mikasa lost it.

Complete whiteness washed over her vision as she came, her inner walls contracting wildly around the demonic tongue. She pulsed and pulsed and produced more of that delicious nectar that he eagerly drank in, not letting even a drop go to waste. Mikasa’s blood was delicious but this was beyond delicious, it was the best thing that he ever tasted and the demon couldn’t get enough.

When her body began to calm, a frown entered his handsome features.

“Oh no, this won’t do, I need more.”

Mikasa didn’t even get a chance to talk before the tongue slid inside her again and she screamed, eyes shutting and features contorting. Apparently once was not enough, and the demon was intent on making her come on his face again.

This was going to be a long night.

In the end, Mikasa lost count on how many times the demon made her cum. Not tiring, not needing a break, he kept pleasuring her, toying with her clit and abusing her sex. She was lost in an unending stream of happy hormones, drowning in that ocean of pleasure the demon promised her. His grip on her was firm and Mikasa’s hips were grounded, the demon didn’t allow her to move away from him, holding his prize close. Only when she was truly done and couldn’t do it anymore, when she whined in discomfort instead of pleasure did he pull back, sated.

For now.

Completely done and spent Mikasa was practically passed out, body unresponsive and eyes closed. Hands circled her, easily picking her up and carrying her a short distance. She was gently deposited in the bed and someone pulled the covers over her before a kiss was planted on her forehead. And then a heated whisper entered her ears, pushing its way into the brain even through the curtain of absolute exhaustion.

“If you want more, my beauty, you know where to find me.”, another kiss, this time on her lips, “I’ll be waiting.”

Finally, the darkness overcame her completely.

When Mikasa woke up, hours later, she thought that it all must have been a dream. That delusion lasted for only about a second before the rest of her body woke up, the ache in her lower regions demanding that she accepts the reality. Lifting the covers, Mikasa’s eyes shot open.

Her body was still fully clothed, as the demon didn’t bother with disrobing her, only her panties were gone. There were bruises, so many bruises on her upper thighs, the small part left uncovered by the stockings littered with bites. Her neck received a similar treatment, judging from the ache.

The pentagram was there, albeit the candles were snuffed out, the book lying innocently in the middle. Mikasa tried standing up to get it, only to realize that her legs refused to carry her and she fell back into the bed. Despite all this ache, despite all the unknown, Mikasa’s lips spread into a smile as she eyed the book.

The goth girl and her green-eyed demon are going to have so much fun together.

[thetorturerwrites]

Lamb Ch 8 - Stop This

***This amazing artwork was gifted to me by @elmidol​​. Please do not re-use or re-post it without permission from them and/or myself. Don’t be a dickbag.

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Summary: For hours, you kept vigil. Your terror believed you to be alone in a mundane forest, and you strained to hear a gnarly growl, an angry hiss, or even the snap of a twig to alert you of a predator’s presence.

But this was not a normal woodland, and there was only the gentle rustle of reeds and leaves in the breeze. This place was perilous but subtly so, the danger disguised as beauty.

You drowned in worry, chewing your cheeks and lips as you waited for him to return or to appear from between the trees where he hovered, watching you struggle. He would, you nodded to no one. Surely, even he wouldn’t leave you alone in peril. You told yourself this over and over, demanding that your heart make your brain believe it. Surely, offering your body and potentially pregnant already made you worth something.

Author’s Note: Thanks to everyone following along with this story. It is unfolding in a very unique way that I did not expect. I appreciate you all. <3

Content Note: Menstruation & red mustache, suicidal ideation, talk of pregnancy

Word Count: 4.5k

For hours, you kept vigil. Your terror believed you to be alone in a mundane forest, and you strained to hear a gnarly growl, an angry hiss, or even the snap of a twig to alert you of a predator’s presence.

But this was not a normal woodland, and there was only the gentle rustle of reeds and leaves in the breeze. This place was perilous but subtly so, the danger disguised as beauty.

You drowned in worry, chewing your cheeks and lips as you waited for him to return or to appear from between the trees where he hovered, watching you struggle. He would, you nodded to no one.  Surely, even he wouldn’t leave you alone in peril. You told yourself this over and over, demanding that your heart make your brain believe it. Surely, offering your body and potentially pregnant already made you worth something.  

But the nagging doubt never receded. His compassion, if he truly had it, was warped by solitude and eons of ends. You knew he would kill a thing to end its suffering rather than lend it aid.

Huddled in on yourself as best you could in your bondage, you kept the tears at bay until fatigue won out over fortitude. Limp, aching, wrecked, you contemplated screaming the way you did the first day. It drew his attention, after all. Instead, you cried as quietly as you could. He did not come, would not come; this was your punishment.

When your mind could no longer resist, you succumbed to fitful sleep, hounded by dreams of his terrible helmet and angry face. Repeatedly, you jerked awake from his haunting shouts only to still be hanging from the damn tree. How long would he make you endure this?

Shivering and miserable, you barely noticed the bright light emerging to your left. Larger and stronger, hotter and hotter, it grew, catching your eye and sending both wide open. You blinked hard to be sure you were awake, that you weren’t imagining it, but on it grew to the size of a man. The sort of man you’d seen only once before in your life.

The sort of man who wasn’t a man at all.

Even if you were half-dreaming, or half-mad, there was no mistaking who it was. There was only the unanswerable question of what he wanted. 

On a wince, you turned away when he stepped from the center of that dazzling aura. You didn’t want to look. Although you instinctively knew that if The Ren was real, so too must be his brother, you didn’t want to see it.  You didn’t need more evidence that the decision you made to journey here was ludicrous.

Unphased by your flinch, his ethereal fingers skimmed your chin, and his overly warm hand cupped your cheek. The near tenderness of it made you want to wretch. It was too much. He was too close. The Ren was cool to the touch, calming and, somehow, tranquil. This creature burned too brightly. You felt singed by his very touch, and you didn’t want even a second more of it.  There was only one way to make him stop, though.

Begrudgingly, you looked up into such familiar eyes; but whereas you knew irises that flitted from color to color, these shone a brilliant gold, piercing and fixed. They traveled the length of your body, and you could do nothing but endure his assessing eyes upon your nudity.

“Stop this.”

His voice radiated through you, flipping your stomach. It startled your heart out of rhythm, forcing a choking wheeze from your straining ribs. It was a punch to the gut, a sameness that was just slightly off. He spoke with a voice you knew, but it teemed with something unnameable, something you felt in your bones.  It was wrong, as though he worked to make sure you knew who and what he was with his voice.

Abruptly, the light bulb blinked on. This was pure demand disguised as niceness.  The Galaxy belonged to him, and he was very accustomed to getting his way.

“You do not know what you do.” He pinched your chin and forced your face nearer to his glowing gaze. “Stop this before you do greater damage.”

His touch turned fiery, angrily so. It was a threat, intended to punctuate your mortality with the slightest, most insignificant gesture. Fear knocked your knees, but you set your jaw against the blossoming burn and jerked away from his fingers.

The calm shroud evaporated, replaced by annoyance.  It was a look you knew well; but this time, you didn’t shy away from it. His hand tightened to a fist, and he towered over you, leaning in menacingly. You perched on the verge of saying something monumentally stupid when he glanced over your shoulder toward the mossy path, clocking something you couldn’t see. One last stern look to you was all there was before he disappeared, sucking all the heat and then some from the little nook as he went. 

Your trembling turned to quaking, a mixture of cresting adrenaline, fear, and what now felt like arctic cold. Your entire body shook terribly, unable to find any equilibrium in the wake of cold warring with hot.

Your particular deity came into view, and you slumped against the tree, ready to beg that he take you from here. You wondered how you must look, terrified and wild-eyed with your teeth chattering, chest and abdomen heaving, and fingers scrabbling against the ties at your wrists.

All of which he completely ignored.

The contented noise he made as he lifted you into granite arms and curled your legs around his waist jolted through you. Relief flooded in at the feel of him against you, and you let loose a pitiful whinge and pulled at the ties.  All you wanted to do was curl into his broad chest, regardless of how childish it would feel. 

Having his own agenda, cool fingers grazed your labia, plucking at the meat before sliding further down to assess your readiness. The realization that he meant to have you here, in the open, struck a chord you couldn’t put your finger on. But if you kept secret what just happened, the penance for it could very well be another night on this tree.

You twisted in his arms and shook your head to get it on straight, but he only tucked his face into the crook of your neck to lick at your sweat-slicked skin. He mistook your attempt at gathering your wits as reluctance and bit at your jaw. He clawed at your backside to keep you still, and you hissed at the drag of his nails.

“Did you think it would be only once, lamb?”  He shifted you in his embrace, scraping your back against the rigid bark. His next words came against the corner of your mouth, a husky promise that set your insides to clenching. “You’ll sacrifice this pretty cunt to me over and over.”

“N-n-n...” Freezing, feverish, and foolish, you couldn’t control your tongue. Pushing a knee up under his arm, you squirmed and thrashed until you thought he might slap you. “S-s-s-solo.”

The Galaxy stopped.

The Ren’s normally disinterested features morphed into murderous, and his fingers gouged into the soft swell of your hips. He stared at you, seething, and your very soul shrank from him. Cowering, waiting for the strike, you turned your face away, squeezed your eyes shut tight, and braced for the explosion of his anger.

What was a calm breeze whipped up into tumultuous wind. The silver twilight sky darkened with thick, gray, thunderous clouds. Plants and flowers and trees curled away from their creator, burrowing down as though to survive his wrath. Stars that hearkened to his every whim blinked out, casting the land into midnight blackness. 

Whatever fear Solo produced in you vanished in the face of this. You knew what The Ren was capable of, what he could accomplish with nothing more than his mood. 

You clung to him, knees tight around his middle, ankles hooked at the small of his back. He was the eye of the storm, the only bit of steadiness in this now abysmal environment. His eyes flashed lightning bright, swirling ominous shades of crimson and smoke. Suddenly, his wide hand snatched up your face, turning it right and left. You knew the skin flushed and heated from Solo’s touch, but could he see it somehow? Did the man beget of light leave a mark on your flesh?

Enraged, he shoved you away, letting his wolfish stare rake over the rest of you. You balked, shifting uncomfortably as he gripped your outer thigh and turned you to one side. Tangling fingers in your hair, he yanked your head back to inspect the jagged neckband for signs of tampering. It was then you understood he was looking for evidence that his brother sullied you, coerced you away from his claim.

You were naked, disheveled, and visibly struggling with all that transpired; and no doubt, the majority of anyone he’d ever known found Solo to be the more appealing brother.

“I-I-I didn’t.” You stood onto your toes and tried to lean into him, as though you could calm the brute with your nearness. “N-nothing happened. He said go away; that’s all. I-I swear.”

Hoping to placate him with that information, you shrieked as it only launched him into a roar that cracked the very ground you stood upon. From nowhere, his arcane scythe flew into his hand; and when the saber ignited, every vein in every leaf of every tree electrified to match until all the land was aglow in a scarlet-infused fog.

“Please,” you begged, haggard and croaking. “It was nothing. I didn’t do this.”

Rattled to the root of your spine, you were a breath away from apologizing for your very existence when the arc of his weapon came for you. It was so fast you didn’t have time to scream. In a blink, you knew Solo turned his brother from you, made him see this was senseless and that you couldn’t do what you’d promised.

Your time as a stupid girl was at an end.

It wasn’t until you felt Ren’s inflexible grip around your upper arm that you recognized you weren’t dead. He hauled you onto your feet and threw you at the path from which you’d come yesterday. Disoriented and ungraceful, you tripped and clattered to the ground in a mess of shredded cloak, boots, and knotted hair. 

“Go back.” He hefted you from the ground and tossed you further down the minor road. “For once in your idiot life, do as you’re told. Do not leave Hosnia. Am I understood?”

His voice was unlike anything you’d heard before. Even from him. It was sonorous on a cosmic scale, and it shook loose a mudslide behind him, substantial chunks of mountain crashing to the ground. The outright malice weighting every word made your eyes ache, your lungs tighten.

Before he could shout at you again or bury you beneath the rubble, you ran.

He was gone a week before you strayed further than his bedroom and the bath. You kept to the outside, deciding it wouldn’t do to have him find you snooping through his things. Again. You roamed winding paths and explored small caves in what he called Hosnia.  You also investigated the lasting effects of Solo’s presence. Large footprints left a scorched path on the ground. The bark around where you hung was charred, and many of the bushes in the vicinity were fried down to stems. Nothing here was meant to withstand so much light, such intensity.

With the absence of The Ren’s bombastic anger, everything settled back into calm, though the stars didn’t shine as brightly, and the flora didn’t bloom as vibrantly. Everything he created seemed to miss him terribly. You didn’t let yourself fear he wouldn’t return until you admitted you missed him, too.

Hugging yourself, you trained your eyes upon the red clay footpath and wandered aimlessly for what felt to be an entire day. At the Demarcation, you found his small band of soldiers patrolling. The sight of them jarred you because wherever he’d gone, he went alone. And he left his cadre of ghouls to keep you here, to contain you.

The thought was unsettling. 

When you came upon the pulverized altar, the exact spot of your tethering, you lost all control. Sunk down in the very center of it, you howled strained, lonely, wrenching sobs. He left you here. He left, and he wasn’t coming back. He might be dead, and he left you here to rot, an abandoned, foolish child in the middle of a cruel, deadly world.

You didn’t go outside after that.

You wept for days, even as you tried to force yourself to function, to pass for some kind of alive. You wandered room after room, which only fueled your heartbreak because you found that he collected artifacts from all throughout the Galaxy. Some rooms were expertly furnished, decorated to bear the theme of what you thought of as the objects’ homeworld. Some were haphazard and chaotic, the contents thrown inside and forgotten. These made you cry the hardest because you felt just like those rugs, those tatters. 

Useless. Forgotten.

At the end of the second week, your menses came, and you fractured all over again. Collapsed against a wall in the throne room, you unraveled into choking, heaving, mournful sounds you didn’t know yourself capable of making. No Ren. No family. No child to potentially keep you company, to give you purpose. The physical ache of your insides was pale in comparison.

You were utterly alone.

And you could not die. Not without The Ren to release you.

There was no escaping this hell, this monotonous existence wrought with only bottomless desolation. This was the sum and scope of your world now. You would be a wailing wraith disrupting the perfect silence with your lunacy.

“Find me in the Balance, beloved.”

The voice you had been desperate to hear for months broke through your delirium, stunning you to stillness. It was as clear as if she sat beside you, and you looked around frantically. You called for her, shouting when you received no answer. In the astounding silence, you pleaded. You begged her to save you, begged the universe to let you join her. Pressing your forehead against the icy wall, you willed yourself to expire. 

“Just die. Please, just let me die,” you murmured over and over.

As though to answer your plea, the barrier against which you rested shimmered to life with diaphanous color. It drew your head up, meeting your despair with the faces of your family. On a shocked cry, you rocked backwards, away from the thing; but as soon as your touch disconnected, it returned to a lifeless, muted slab.

Inching forward, you warily, carefully, pressed your fingertips to the surface; and again, the faces of your family parted the gloomy veil and blossomed into a lovely gossamer picture. Through tears turned grateful, you watched the memory play out. It was summer, and you’d all gone for a picnic. You and your brother picked as many wildflowers as you could find to decorate the small shrine Nona brought to bless the outing.

One memory tumbled into the next, silhouettes shifting as though in a delicate waltz.  Three vignettes was all it took for you to understand that he watched people’s memories this way, and you could watch yours so long as you touched it.

Shot up onto your feet, you ran through the rooms and collected every pillow and blanket you could find. You tore sheets and blankets from one bed after another and dragged over rugs to soften the hard floor.

If this was your new eternity, you would spend it with them the only way you could.

This was how he found you, buried in a nest of your own design, bundled up in another stolen shirt, and asleep with your knuckles pressed against the seam where wall met floor. 

The scrape of his teeth roused you. He bit and licked and sucked at the ruddy stains on your inner thighs, drawing you from your dreams with each nip. A breathy, satisfied sigh slipped loose; and in your sleepy fog, you reached down to curl your fingers into his silken tresses.

The next purr you heard was decidedly not your own, and you slammed into awareness just as he buried his face in your pussy. On an alarmed squeak, you tried to inch away, to twist out of his grasp, but he dug his fingers and nails into your back so deep all you could do was whine.

His wicked tongue plundered through the folds and crevices of your sex before delving down and into the very proof of your failure.

Fat tears collected at the corners of your eyes because if anything you'd done here was worthy of punishment, of being cast out, it was this. This inability to live up to your word. 

When he tipped your hips and parted your thighs wider, opening you up for him further, you forgot to feel sorry for yourself. Then, he bit and tugged on your labia and sucked on your over-sensitive clit, making you forget how to even inhale. 

This was vulgar in its most base form, and you groaned aloud at how fucking pleased he seemed to be. He hummed and growled. Each obscene squish earned you a new murmur and tempted you to sink further into this sin with him. 

You writhed and moaned, trying to coax him into just the right spot without words. But he set his sights on a new target and crawled up your body, stalking you even though you'd already been caught.

He nudged your legs apart wide with his hips and pushed his cock into your gory entrance easily. A quick rock of his hips had you pinned, penetrated, and gasping for air. 

He bottomed out on an exquisite moan, and you finally let yourself look. You knew your eyes went wide, knew your mouth fell open in shock. His perfect features were not only painted in your blood, they were accented by a large scar running from forehead to clavicle.

Your mind swam with a million questions, but there was nothing to say. You'd been claimed by a barbarian, the battle king come to take what was his.

Your cunt gushed a red river, lubricating the way for him, and he slowly, languidly fucked you open, giving you long, measured passes until your body accepted him eagerly. You thought you might combust because he was here. He was inside of you, and you weren’t alone. The patient tempo of his hips increased, stunting your lungs and lifting you into an arch. You struggled and panted at the end of a particularly deep, delicious thrust, whimpering at the staggering fullness you felt. Of body. Of spirit.

You desperately wanted to hear his voice, for him to praise you or call you a dumb girl, but he said nothing, giving you only a raspy chorus of grunts. Matching him, you bit at your lips, both upper and lower, to keep from moaning; but when he shifted to kneel between your thighs, you lost the fight for silence.

Whether it was the sight of your blood or your overwhelmed hiccups, something spurred him into a harsh pace; and soon, the sound of his body slapping against yours countered your shrieks and cries. He dug one hand into your abdomen painfully, gouging at your flesh with unkind fingers to hold you in place so he could pound at you forcefully. With the other, he scooped your blood from around his relentless cock to paint your thighs, your belly, your ribs with it.

Bringing you down to the level of savage, too.

Pungent iron and tang perfumed the air; and when he bent over you to lick and bite at a stain he’d just made, you curled upwards to meet him. You gaped as he lifted his gaze to meet yours, lost to the swirl of want and demand. Holding his stare only made him fuck you harder, but you held it, fighting through the tremors and ribbons of ecstasy threatening to throw you off course.

His eyes shone nearly entirely black with only the faintest swirl at the edges of his irises, as though he’d descended into absolute madness and still fought his way back. His cheeks and nose blushed ever so faintly, and his plump pink lips pressed into a hard line as he concentrated on what you assumed was not pulverizing you. Carmine swooshes of your blood decorated his mouth, jaw, and chin, casting him as every bit the fearsome monster many believed him to be.

And though he wracked your body, all you could think was that he was magnificent.

“There go I to meet him,” you whispered, unaware you even began the war prayer. “Bone-breaker, world killer, Prince of the Void.”

He snarled and wrapped his hands around your rib cage, pressing in viciously, but he did not stop you. You left your body, suspended in the grip of death more now than ever before; but still, you prayed to him, and he allowed it.  

“There go I to find him, to tell him my sorrows, all my joys and pains.”

A ravenous growl dripped from his beautiful lips, and you, adrift in this lewd mass, traced the fresh scar upon his face with the gentlest of touches. As he drilled you nearer to mindless, you struggled to maintain his stare and pay attention as the inky chasms filled in with the vibrancy you remembered.

“Finish it.” 

He groused behind gnashing teeth, lifting your hips entirely off the ground to make himself a better angle. You clung to his neck, yelping in alarm, but he held you effortlessly, keeping your cunt right where he wanted it.

“There… go… I…” 

You quaked under the sheer demand of his thrusts. Nothing like last time, he threw himself into you, stabbing at your pussy so furiously you thought you could feel the fat head of his cock shoving the words up and out of your throat. He was going to kill you; you decided. Screaming at the end of his dick, just like all the others.

“Think you're a warrior now, hm?” 

He snaked both arms along your back and lifted you against him. Settling back on his haunches, he wound your arms about his neck. He mouthed at your jaw, your lips, your pulse. And though he held you like you were nothing, this new position sent your weight down onto his thick cock, which earned you a sinful sound you knew you’d pray for again. 

“Finish it.”

Finding his rhythm in this new configuration took seconds, and he crashed up into your cunt brutally. Even the sensuous way he breathed, deep in his broad chest and punctuated with a bit-back groan, melted away your heartache and emboldened you. Pressing your forehead to his, you curved your hand along his scalp, carding through the lustrous strands. You poured every bit of feeling, of concentration and outright need to be pleasing into this moment. You steeled your voice against any hint of wobble or breakage.

“There go I to beg him,” You nudged his nose with yours the way you had the first day when you offered your body to him.  “Maker of mercy, keeper of the balance.” You swept your lips across his, feather soft and hesitant. “Carry me home.”

As you finished, he gripped your ass tight, sheathed his cock in your heat to the hilt, and captured your mouth on a fierce kiss. Hard hips bucked, pumping you full of his seed, taking back what he thought his brother spoiled. Awestruck, you watched the orgasm roll across his face. It started as a grimace and locked jaw and ended as flared nostrils, rolling lips, and the bob of his throat when he swallowed. 

Leaning forward, he eased you to the blanketed floor and settled himself against you, still wedged between your thighs and stretching your cunt to its limit. He sucked a mark into your skin just below your ear and licked at the skin just above his collar. You silently begged that the hum vibrating against your chest never stop and mewled when he shifted his knee further up to keep you open indecently.

His hips rocked into yours again, signaling he was not yet through with you, and you blew out a ragged breath. His hands pinched and palmed and skimmed all while his dick dragged out nearly completely only to push back in tantalizingly slow. You felt a new dollop of warm and sticky pour from you each time he did it, but you couldn’t tell if it was blood, arousal, or a mixture of both.

His honey-smooth voice, when it next came, rolled through you and made you dizzy. As he’d done so many times before, he slid his thumb, and that erotic drug, along your tongue, shooting you so high into the heavens you could only stare, bewildered and lost to the ravages of his desire.

“This is the last time you’ll bleed, little lamb.” 

[jae-daddy]

Chubby (13)

Jaebum AU Series

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Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: Romance, Drama, Mature, Angst Plot: you are getting bullied, and jaebum decides to help you a/n: if anybody doesn’t like this, im disowning you. so, i hope y’all like it. this is the fifth try <3 not edited

The first time you had seen Jaebum your whole life changed. The world twisted from its axis, and everything tumbled upside down and sideways. Everything flowed into the beckoning cosmos, leaving only the boy standing in front of you to exist.

The first time you had seen Jaebum was by the supermarket around the corner. It was spring, a week before school came back into session. The cherry blossoms bloomed and rained down on him, drifting into space as the ground disappeared from beneath you. He showed up in front of you like an angel, ethereal; making a calm fall over you and causing the world to explode all at once.

His hair was slicked back showing his forehead and angry eyebrows scrunched in concentration. A leather jacket covered his broad shoulders, and ripped washed jeans exposed his knees as he knelt down. A little white and orange kitten snuggled into his hand. As if just his appearance wasn’t enough to take your breath away; his adoration towards the kitten pulled you further down the tortourious path of falling in love with this man. 

His eyes crinkled as a sweet smile stretched across his lips. His smile was beautiful and radiant that it seized your heart from your chest. Your heart stopped beating as your eyes met his. 

A tear fell from your eyes. 

He was so beautiful.

You walked out of the apartment complex to find Jaebum just like the first day you had seen him. 

You had never seen his hair slicked back since that day, it was normally just a sexy mess. But today, it was like it was the first time you had seen him. He wore a leather jacket and ripped jeans once again, and a simple black shirt underneath. 

“Hi,” you whispered, breathless as you stood in front of him. Jaebum turned around, looking you up and down before raising an eye at the skirt you wore. You remember telling him you were going to wear jeans, but it was a last minute change because the jeans didn’t fit. You pursed your lips, as you adjusted the demin skirt,  “Last minute change.” 

“You look good,” Jaebum said, a corner of his lips lifting, as you handed you a helmet and got onto the bike. “Your hair looks nice like that.” 

You froze behind him, as blush climbed over your cheeks. You had styled your hair today instead of letting it fall down normally. 

“Thanks,” was all you could manage to say without stumbling over your words. 

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The party was in full swing when Jaebum and you entered the mansion owned by Bambam. As if the house wasn’t impressive enough, the scene in front of you that belonged to a hollywood frat house party made you gawk in amazement. 

You’ve never been to a party; especially one as big this. 

Jaebum sighed at the scene in front you both, before closing his eyes in annoyance. He already looked annoyed and ready to get out, and you hadn’t even been here a proper minute. 

“JB! My man!” Bambam walked over with yellow sunglasses and a sunset printed shirt that you had seen in billboards for expensive brands. “You made it!” 

He hugged Jaebum, before turning around and giving you a tight squeeze. “Glad you could make it too, y/n. I was afraid JB wouldn’t bring you along.” 

Jaebum jokingly glared at Bambam, who chuckled and put both his hands up in surrender. 

“Okay, come on, let’s go meet the guys,” Bambam turned towards the party, just as lazer lights began bleaming over the crowd, shining through low hanging cloud of smoke. “They’ve dying to you see you again, JB.” 

Bambam wasn’t overexaggerating. A group of five guys jumped up from their seat as soon as Jaebum came ten feet within the sofa set they had been sitting on. They all ran towards Jaebum, jumping onto him forming a huge group hug and then all guys greeted him over eachother. 

“HYUNG!!!” 

“Where have you been?!”

“Nice to have you back, bro.” 

“Ohhhh, the mans back!”

“Sup’” 

They all crowded around him, and you stood next to them unsure what to do. You nervously fiddled with the zipper of your jacket, as you chewed on your bottom lip. You felt like a kid at the supermarket, waiting as your mum chatted to a friend she had bumped into.

“Oh guys,” Bambam pulled their attention towards you both, as he put his arm around your shoulder, friendly. “This is y/n. She’s a friend of JB.” 

You shyly, said hi, giving them a small give. They all replied kindly in different volumes and manner which you were starting to realise was their constant way of being. 

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You were standing around a table of beer pong, where Yugyeom and Bambam were loosing miles behind Mark and Jackson. 

Mark and Jackson had almost half of their cups still left, while Yugyeom and Bambam had two cups left before they lost. 

Bambam took a shot and it went in, making the two boys cheer as if they had already won the game. They chest bumped, as they laughed and boo-ed Mark as he chugged the drink down. 

“Those guys,” Jinyoung shook his head chuckling, as he scooted closer to you. You laughed slightly with him, nervously. 

Jaebum hadn’t left your side even for minute. He always loomed over every conversation you had, checking the cup in your hand, and asking you if you were okay every few minutes. He stood facing the game as he took a sip from his cup.

He wasn’t drinking tonight, and you weren’t too, obviously. 

“They always do this and it’s fun looking from the outside, but when you’re versing them,” he sighed, shaking his head. “You don’t who’s really loosing, because they act like that. 

“Sometimes, the win isn’t even worth it cause you can’t even rub it in their faces as well as they rub getting one shot in.” 

You laughed at that, and you could see what he was talking about as the pair of youngest made another shot. You felt bad for Mark and Jackson, who kept getting annoyed at them more. 

“Have you ever played?” He asked, making you look at him. He was good looking; you couldn’t deny that. Actually, all of Jaebum’s friend’s were attractive and looked like they had walked out of a manga or tv show. 

“No,” you replied, shyly. You felt like you weren’t contributing much to the conversation so you added, “I don’t drink. I’ve never even ever been to a party before.” 

Jinyoung rose his eyebrows in surprise, before nodding shrugging. 

“Why are you surprised?” You asked, was it really that rare for someone not to engage in these kind of activities. 

“Well, it’s not you,” He sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. “You definitely look like a good girl. It’s just that you’re not the type that JB normally has hanging around him.

“Hell, JB never has a girl hanging around him for too long.” He shrugged, as if it was normal. But then looked over at JB, and a small grin grew on his lips, showing perfect teeth. “Well, ofcourse there are exceptions.” 

You turned in Jaebum’s direction confused by what Jinyoung meant. But then you saw a girl wrap her arms around Jaebum’s neck pulling him close, as she hid her face into the nook of his neck. 

You looked away, feeling as if you were intruding an intimate moment. 

Your cheeks tinted red, in a feeling you could not place, as you tried to giving Jinyoung a small smile. 

“YESSS!!! SUCK ON IT YOU LOSERS!!!” Jackson yelled in victory, jumping on Mark, as he stuck his tongue out to the other two boys laughing uncontrollably. It only seemed to make Jackson more annoyed as grabbed Youngjae, and asked him for affirmation of his victory. 

Youngjae just laughed, unable to speak; and laughing harder as Jackson shook him aggressively. 

“Okay, it’s time to break them up,” Jinyoung sighed from beside you, and began walking towards the table. 

“Next game, Youngjae and I,” Jinyoung broke the boys up, before setting the table. “JB you wanna play?” 

“JB play!” The others cheered, making JB sigh in defeat as he nodded his head. He turned towards you, lifting his eyebrows. 

Did he want you to play with him? You’ve never played this before. You don’t even know if you’re good at this. This was a bad idea. But as always Jaebum gave you a look that told you to trust him. 

You shoulders fell as you relaxed slightly, and a small smile came on to your lips. 

“JB and Leena!” Yugyeom cheered, making the others join in. “Like the old times.”

Your lips parted in surprise upon hearing the words.

Your eyes grew, as you felt your cheeks grow hot. You tried not to let your smile fade, as Jaebum kept his eyes on you. 

A feeling you didn’t want to understand tugged your heart, as you stood there trying to be okay. 

It’s just a game.

You nodded at Jaebum, cheering him to join the table where the girl who had hugged him stood waiting for him. 

You gulped, and felt stupid. 

You hoped no one had noticed how you had gotten your hopes up. How your heart was racing that Jaebum had turned to you; how he wanted you. But that wasn’t the reality. 

The reality was Jaebum at the table, with the long haired girl that fit into the picture with others. She was familiar with him; you could tell by the way the other boys treated her. How she was treating Jaebum, like he was the back of her hand, and knew every single thing about him. 

There are exceptions.

She was Jaebum’s exception. Jaebum never let girls hand around him, even you knew that much. 

Jaebum decided to fake date you to stop girls from hovering around him; that’s how much he disliked it. But there have been exceptions. 

She was an exception. And you... well, you were the lesser of two evils for him. 

Jaebum’s eyes met yours a few times during the game, and you tried to look happy and cheer him on. You tried not to notice how Leena was touching him, how comfortably her body leaned into his, how she hugged him. How they jumped and cheered and laughed. You tried not to notice it.

But, when you did, you tried not to show how it bothered you. 

You liked him. You have liked Jaebum from the very first day.

And it only seems to get worse with every moment you spend with him. 

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You stood in the kitchen with Jaebum beside you. He poured a glass of water for you, before getting a cola for himself. 

“It has to look like a drink or the guys would make me one, and it’ll be the end of it all if Yugyeom mixed it.” Jaebum laughed slightly, as he handed you a cup.

“They’re nice,” you commented, looking at the boys jumping to the music and singing along. Jaebum nodded, leaning on the counter, next to you. His shoulders brushed yours, causing your tummy to flip.

“They call you JB,” you commented again, peering up at him. “They don’t call you Jaebum.”

Jaebum smirked down at you as his dark eyes gazed into yours. 

Jaebum was different tonight. His eyes weren’t soft; the golden specks in them almost taken by darkness. His smiles weren’t light as they normally were; they seemed heavy and full with purpose. 

This Jaebum terrified you. 

“No one calls me Jaebum, y/n,” He said, as he leaned in closer, “They all call me JB.” 

Your heart sped up, and you dug your nails into your palm to calm yourself.

You called him Jaebum. 

“Except you,” Jaebum leaned down closer. His warm breath tickled your lips, making you tilt your head further to meet his gaze. You breath got caught in your throat, he leaned in closer, bringing his eyes to your level. “You call me whatever you want.”

“Jaebum,” you whispered trailing off unsure what to say. 

You could feel yourself burn brighter with every passing second. You were sure your cheeks were glowing in the dark at this point. You gulped and looked away from his heated gaze. 

Jaebum chuckled, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he straightened. 

You looked at the cup in your hand in desperation, as you tried to calm your hammering heart. You didn’t know what was happening; all you knew was that your heart could no longer take this. 

As if one cue, someone came running towards you both. 

“Hey, care for a dance, m’lady?” Jinyoung bowed, humourfully. You turned to Jaebum who stared at Jinyoung unblinkingly. Leena appeared from behind Jinyoung, clinging onto Jaebum’s arm before whispering in his ear taking his attention away. 

You cast your gaze away once more before giving Jinyoung a tight smile. You turned back to Jaebum and met his eyes. He shrugged nonchantly, and you looked back to Jinyoung and his outstretched hand. 

You placed your hand in his, as you nodded. 

You felt Jaebum’s gaze follow you as you made your way to the makeshift dance floor and you tried to ignored it. You refused to look back and see him standing there with her as she stood close to him and whispered something into his ear.

You stood infront of Jinyoung, almost in the middle of the floor, when you realised that while you had agreed, you actually had no idea how to dance.

“I don’t know how to dance, Jinyoung,” you told him, your eyes wide in panic. Jinyoung chuckled, shaking his head. 

“I figured,” he said, before smiling at you kindly. “Give it a second.” 

As if on cue, the music changed from the pumping techno into a soft song. 

“Will you do me the honour?” Jinyoung opened his arms into position, making you laugh slightly. A few people moved away from the dancefloor, taking a break with the slow jam, but many others remained breaking into pairs. 

“Did you do this?” You asked stepping closer to him. He placed one hand on your waist, bringing your hand to his shoulder, before holding the other with his hand. 

He shrugged nonchantantly, failing to hold back a smile. “I figured you’d like this much better.” 

He swayed you with music, and you let him lead you. 

“How did you know I’d say yes?” You asked, lifting your gaze to meet his. 

His eyes were dark, almost black. They were so dark that it pulled you in closer, challenging you to lose yourself in them. 

“It was really a guess.” He replied, nervously. “If not, I would have been doing this alone.” 

You laughed at that, leaning your head forward. It slightly brushed on his chest, and you straightened up instantly. Jinyoung noticed but didn’t say anything and just smiled knowingly. 

You were thankful that you had disgarded your jacket already, because as the song neared to its end you could feel yourself begin to sweat. The song lulled to an end, and you moved away from Jinyoung. 

“Thank you for the dance,” you said softly, as you tucked your hair behind your ear. 

You walked to where Jaebum and Leena still remained. You felt your cheeks paint red as you noticed Jaebum’s gaze remain on you from the moment you turned away from Jinyoung and walked towards him. 

Your eyes met his dark ones, and you instantly looked away. You tucked your hair once more, not sure what to do. 

“How was the dance?” Leena giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at Jinyoung who just chuckled. You didn’t answer and just gave a small smile shyly. 

You kept your eyes low, as you felt Jaebum’s eyes remain on you. 

You felt your heart sink as he moved away from you, and moved closer towards Leena who got brighter. 

“So, how do you know eachother?” Leena asked, looking at Jaebum and you. 

“We’re just friends.” Jaebum replied curtly, making your heart sink further. 

You were just friends. Friends who were pretending to date at school. But they didn’t need to know that.

You nodded, keeping your eyes low. 

“Yeah, but how did you meet?” She asked, and you felt Jinyoung look at you both in interest. 

We met because I was getting bullied and Jaebum decided to help me by fake dating me. We both agreed because I liked him. 

“We’re in the same class,” Jaebum replied, coldly. 

Same class. That was it though. Was that all we were to him? 

This was the second person he had introduced you as.

Was that really all you were to him? 

Did all those nights eating together, taking care of Tuesday. Watching Twilight and doing everything else... it all didn’t matter. You were just class mate friends?

Leena seemed content with that answer, but Jinyoug must’ve noticed your discomfort. 

“Another dance?” he asked, lightly bumping his shoulder against yours. You looked up at him, in surpirse. 

“The song...” You tralied off, it was back to the fast tracks. Jinyoung shrugged, pouting slightly as he blinked. 

“We can dance however we want,” he took your hand. He smiled at you with such intensity that your cheeks flushed, “We make our own beat.” 

You let Jinyoung drag you to the dancefloor. This time you looked back at Jaebum. He stared at you, his eyes widening as his lips parted slightly. 

It looked like he was holding himself back, but for what, you didn’t know. He obiviously didn’t think much of you.

You casted your eyes away from him. 

You shouldn’t expect anything more from a friend. 

Jinyoung let go of you, as he turned to face you.

“Okay, follow my lead,” Jinyoung called over the music, has he held both your hands. “One. Two. Three, and jump! jump! jump!” 

You giggled as you both began jumping to the beat of the music. 

Jinyoung let go your hand, before making V’s with his hands and sliding them over his eyes. You copied him; doing all the cheesy moves he did making you laugh harder. 

“See who said you couldn’t dance!” Jinyoung cheered as he pulled you out of the crowd. “You were a natural!”

You laughed, before shaking your head. “I just had a great teacher!” 

You lightly pushed his shoulder, making him puff out his chest in as he nodded, making you giggle. 

When you reached the kitchen, you couldn’t find Jaebum. And then you realised you couldn’t find Leena either. You tried not to think about it; you tried to ignore it. 

But all the happy vibes you started evaporating from your body as you thought of Jaebum and her together. 

“Oh, y/n!” Yugyeom smiled at you, before handing you a cup. “Jaebum went to the bathroom.”

You thanked him, before bringing the cup to your lips. You coughed at the bitter taste burning down your throat.

“What is this?” You gasped looking at Yugyeom. 

“It’s my special mix,” he said a proud smile stretched on his face, slowly dissolving as he realising your condition. “Oh, I can make you another-”

“No. No, it’s okay,” You smiled at him, taking another sip. You tried to keep a smile on your face and hide the grimince and shiver of disgust running through you. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” 

You thought it’d be better to finish the drinking quickly so you gulped it all down in one go, making you frantically quivered as the horrid taste ran through your entire body. 

“Yo, what the hell,” Mark said looking at you, in horror. 

“I just had one of Yugyeom’s special drinks.” You told him, and instantly Mark’s face turned into one of sympathy. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “That thing is 99% five different hard liqours, and 1% cola.” 

You laughed, before freezing, “Wait. Hard liqour?” 

“Yup, the worst party drink maker in history,” Mark laughed. “Unless, you’re going through something; then he’s the best.”

With that he walked away, and you looked at the empty cup in your hand. 

“Hey, Jinyoung,” you called, getting his attention. “You can’t get drunk from one cup right?” 

“Yeah, you shouldn’t. Unless you’re a newbie then you might get buzzed,” He looked at you, chuckling, his laugh increasing as he continued; “or unless you had Yugyeom’s special drinks. One cup of that and even we get fucked sometimes.”

“What if,” you squinted, feeling dread wash over you. “You’ve never drank before and had a cup of his special drink?”

Jinyoung looked at you, his eyes studying you. 

“Then you better have the alcohol tolerance of an alcoholic, or you’re absolutely fucked. Why?” 

“Nothing,” you said, not wanting to worry him. You blinked fast, trying not to be suspicious “I think I’m going to sit.”

Jinyoung squinted at you, leaning in closer. When you didn’t budge, he leaned back and nodded. “I’ll join you.”

You had been sitting for fifteen minutes and it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t that bad at all. You didn’t feel anything, you felt normal; you felt good. 

Except you needed to pee. 

“Hey, where are the toilets?” You asked Jinyoung. You must’ve been louder than you thought because he covered the ear towards you before staring at you in shock. 

“Cleanest one is probably upstairs in Bambam’s room. Third room, on the left side.” 

You told him thanks and went off. 

The whole room was swaying, and you tried to ignore it.

Maybe if you didn’t acknowledge it, it’d go away. But that wasn’t happening. 

You held onto the railings of the stairs and heaved yourself upstairs. You counted the door, loudly, three times, and once you were sure you turned the knob. 

It was locked. 

You sighed as you left the urge to pee increase. 

You instantly tried the next door and it magically opened. And luckily it was the bathroom. 

You sighed loudly as you finally settled on the toilet seat and relieved yourself. You must’ve stayed there for longer than you thought because you heard someone knock loudly on the door. 

“Sorry! Just a minute.” You called out, before getting dress and washing your hands. 

You turned towards the door, opening it, and then you froze. 

You must’ve opened the wrong door, because this didn’t lead to the hallway. 

This door led to the bedroom. 

A bedroom with a bed, where Leena was on top of Jaebum straddling him. Her hands holding his over his hands, and her lips on his. 

Jaebum’s eyes snapped to yours, and he instantly pushed her off. You saw him sit up, before getting up towards you. 

You closed the door, locking it. 

“Fucking bitch!” The other person called from the other door, before they walked off.

“Sorry,” you whispered, as you heart stopped beating. You slid to the floor, as your whole body felt numb. 

A tear fell from your eyes, and then another. 

“Y/n,” Jaebum called out, as he knocked on the door.

You didn’t answer. You stayed like that; your tears silently falling down your cheeks. A sob threatened to escape, and you covered your mouth with your hand. You cried into your hands, you sobs drowning in tightly pressed palms and the loud bass of the house. 

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You didn’t know how long you were in the bathroom, but you knew it was longer than you had thought. 

You sighed as you caught your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks and eyes were red and puffy; there was no denying you had a full down meltdown at a party. 

You stared into your eyes, and felt another wave of sobs coming. You pushed it back, as you smiled through the tears that fell. 

Jaebum was kissing her. He was probably doing more than that with her. 

There are exceptions. 

She was his exception; she was the one he went back to. And you, you were a pity, a chairty. 

He enjoyed his kiss with her; remembered all of them. 

Jaebum can kiss another person so easily. Jaebum has kissed so many others as easily. 

He had kissed you too. 

But it was nothing like how he kissed her. He never told her it was a mistake, and to forget it. But he had told you. 

Your kiss meant nothing. It was only you. 

It was only you who always put more meaning into things. It was you who considered the kiss you shared with Jaebum more. The moments you shared with Jaebum; eating, Tuesday, cooking... It was all you. 

This was a mistake. Maybe coming here was a mistake too. Maybe you were overstepping your boundaries.

You walked to sofa where Jaebum was sitting with the boys. 

Jinyoung spotted you first, his face merging from one of happiness to concern. 

“Y/n,” he gasped. 

Jaebum snapped his head towards you. He sat on the edge of his sit. No cup in his hand, no Leena beside him anymore. His eyes widened. his lips slightly gasping before it grew into a tight smile. 

Coming here was a mistake. He looked annoyed. He looked upset. You were only in his way of fun. You probably spolied his time with Leena too. And now you’re spoiling the remainder of his night with your post-meltdown face. 

“Damn, that drink must have fucked you up,” Jinyoung chuckled, but his voice still filled with concern. “Are you okay? Did you vomit alot?”

You nodded, as you leaned down and grabbed your jacket. You wished the room would spinning now. You wished you could stand straighter. You wished you hadn’t seen Jaebum kissing another girl. You wished you didn’t love him. 

“I think I’ll go home now,” you told the group, as you gave them a wave. You refused to look at Jaebum, even though you could feel his eyes remain on you, unmoving. 

You turned and began walking away before they could say anything. You staggered to the side slightly, but luckily didn’t fall over. You kept walking, picking up speed, until you were running out of the house and onto the pavement of the street. 

You turned the corner before you fell on your knees. You welcomed the sting of the pavement scraping your knees. You dug your palm into your eyes as you cried. Your throat hurt, your lungs burned and your heart clenched as you thought of Jaebum. 

The world kept spinning; this time slower but it worse this way. 

You cried as you thought of Jaebum. You cried for you heart. You cried because of how stupid and delusional you’ve been. You cried as the world around you faded into nothing, and it was just you, your aching heart, floating spinningly through the darkness. 

“Hey,” you knew it was him. You didn’t look up, you kept sitting like that. Maybe he’ll go away if you pretended like he wasn’t there. 

But that didn’t work at all the entire night, and once again, it failed to work. 

Jaebum settled down infront of you. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel him in front you. 

What was he doing here? 

You didn’t want anymore of his pity. 

“What are you doing here? Like this?” Jaebum asked softly. 

I’m crying because you don’t love me. I’m crying because you’ll never love me. I’m crying because my heart is breaking into a million pieces and you don’t even know. 

I’m crying because I love you. 

“I’m waiting for my uber,” you told him, your voice thick with emotion and smushed by your hand. 

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Jaebum told you, making you frown harder, as more tears fells from your eyes. 

“There’s no way I could drive the bike with you like this.”

Like this. Like what?

“You should go back to the party,” you told him, but you wanted him to stay.

He didn’t leave. 

He didn’t leave, instead he moved closer to you and bought your head to his chest. 

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Jaebum whispered softly. 

You cried harder, making your whole body shake. You felt Jaebum’s shirt soak with your tears, but you didn’t move away. 

You stayed there. 

And he stayed there, wrapping his arms around you. 

He didn’t leave. He stayed there even when an uber didn’t come after an hour. 

And then one showed up, and you both got in. You didn’t look at him for the rest of the night. You just kept crying. 

But Jaebum couldn’t look away. He kept his eyes on you, unable to look away. He kept you close until you closed the door of your apartment. Your hair covering your face, your eyes low and tears falling down. 

He stayed until the sun greeted the moon. He stayed until he heard your mother get ready to leave for work, and open the door. He stayed even when she looked into the apartment and told him you had just fell asleep. 

Jaebum couldn’t move. He was stuck.

[meganshinsou-tm]

asahi is born. (f)

☙ pairing: dabi x reader

☙ theme:  domestic/dad dabi

☙  cw/tw: pregnancy, labor/birth, domestic fluff

☙  a/n-request: Omg I've got the dabi baby fever too, could I request more?? Maybe dabi holding his son for the first time? Something super fluffy omggg

Dabi stood back, hands on his hips and sweat on his brow as he examined the finished crib he had put together. The black and white piece of furniture looked simple but it was a bitch to piece together. The colors of it contrasted with the abstract wall behind it, painted in three inter-crossing triangles of white and two different shades of grey, the white one full of black polka dots. Looking around Dabi was satisfied as his sons room was finally finished, all the furniture, decor, lights and toys in their assigned spots.

“Oh you’re done!”

The ex-villain turned around to see you leaning on the door frame smiling, one hand rubbing your pregnant belly. He smiled back and nodded, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm and wrapping his other around you as you walked over and stood next to him. He turned his head to kiss the tops of yours and you hummed.

“Yeah, fucking finally. It only took 2 days!”

“And it looks great! Thank you babe, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you smiled and kissed your husbands chest as your arms wrapped around him.

“You’re such a kiss-ass you know that? What do you want?” He smirked and brushed your hair out of your face.

You giggled and bit your lip, knowing it was Dabi’s weakness. 

“Well the baby is gonna be here any day and I wanted to start packing our things for the hospital, the only problem is –“

“Your short pregnant ass can’t reach the bags.” 

Dabi finished your sentence and you nodded.

The man kissed your forehead one last time before you parted from each other. He told you to go ahead and gather things while he tossed out the crib boxes and other trash and he’d be there to help out. Smiling, he leaned down to let you kiss his cheek and you left the baby room. Dabi watched with loving eyes as you exited and he started to gather all his trash and bring it outside. Before going back inside Dabi sat on the front door steps and smoked a cigarette, knowing he’d only be able to suck down these cancer sticks until his son made his arrival.

As smoke left from his lips, Dabi thought about the past 9 months and how they were the most stressful yet most amazing months of his life. Before you announced your pregnancy Dabi was still part of the LOV, that’s how he met you, during an attack. You weren’t a villain and you weren’t a hero, you had a quirk but it wasn’t something fancy or anything you could defend yourself with. How he fell in love with you in the first place was beyond him, normally he’d deem someone like you weak but it was that first look you gave him, it only took that one look to make him want to have you instead of just leave you behind in the ruble.

Since then you turned his world upside down. Dabi wasn’t always happy with his villainous lifestyle but that’s all he knew and he figured that it was all he’d ever know. People looked at him in disgust or fear because of his disfigured appearance, which was the reaction he was going for, but you only looked at him with wonder and no fear. Soon that look turned to adoration and love. Even though you knew of his choices and his past mistakes, of his kill-streak and ideologies, you didn’t care. You knew Dabi would never hurt you or let any harm come to you, which was true, he’d engulf the entire world in blue fire all for you. It was different having someone yearn for him and show him affection, it took awhile for him to get used to actual love and not just lust. But once he crossed that threshold he was head over heels for it. He lived to hold you and keep you warm, to shower you with kisses and make you laugh.

His colleagues knew of your existence and Dabi threatened every single one of them if they so much as looked in your direction or even thought about coming between you and him. As time went on, the LOV could see a shift in their most useful member, Shigaraki always had his doubts about Dabi’s loyalty to the cause so when out of nowhere Dabi had took off without so much as a word, he didn’t bother tracking the patchwork villain down. He was out of his hair and not his problem anymore. The only one who knew of Dabi’s whereabouts was Kurogiri, he was the only one who knew about the seed growing inside of you as well. In fact the warping man helped Dabi out with finding a place and securing more than enough funds to last him and his new family a lifetime. Why the man helped him out, Dabi didn’t know, but he never questioned it and he was grateful.

Since then, you and Dabi had moved from the slums of Japan and to Australia of all places. It was off the wall and no one would think to look there, plus no one knew who Dabi was, giving him that clean slate. It was an adjustment for the both of you, but you quickly came to love your new home and knew it was the perfect place to raise your first child together. The two of you married, it was extremely private and only between the two of you. Dabi was hesitant at first, wanting to give you something more than just a courthouse ceremony, but you left your family behind years ago for reasons of your own and all you had now was Dabi and your future child, and that was all you needed.

Taking another drag of his cigarette Dabi grinned realizing he really had a damn good life and it was only going to get better in a few short days. He relived the last 9 months, your mood swings, disgusting cravings, your whining and disgust over yourself and how huge you were. Dabi thought you were still the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Pregnancy definitely looked good on you, despite what you thought. Your skin was flawless, as always, but had this ethereal glow to it. Your eyes were so fucking bright and clear, Dabi could always see his own reflection in them. Then there was your adorable pregnant stomach, you said you were ginormous but you really weren’t, your proportions were perfect. Sometimes Dabi couldn’t resist his urges and would play or nuzzle your breasts as they grew bigger, making you whine and groan on days they hurt. Other times he’d relish in laying in bed with you, his hands wandering the vast expanse of your bare stomach and his ear pressed to it as he listened to the life inside of it.

He loved waking up before you, cuddling you close and resting his chin on your shoulder as he rubbed your belly. He loved how his patchwork skin looked against your flawless skin. Dabi would lay there making silent promises to you and his unborn child, vowing to be the most amazing father you could both ask for. He wouldn’t be like his old man, he’d love and cherish every moment, every messy, chaotic, stressful, funny, beautiful and wonderful moment. If his son had a quirk like his, he’d help him harness control over it and not let it cloud his mind. He wanted his son to be the very little bit of good he had left within himself. He just wanted the entire world for his son, and for you. Dabi had no doubts or fears about whether he could do this, fatherhood, he was very confident that if there was something he didn’t know how to do then he’d figure it out, with you by his side he could do anything.

Dabi finished his cigarette, smashing it into the concrete beneath him and walking to the dumpster to throw it away, along with the almost finished pack he had in his pocket. He made his way back inside, washed his hands until they no longer reeked of menthol and nicotine, brushing his teeth after before going to gather the bags your needed. Once he finally found you in the bedroom, you had the baby bag out already and were stuffing it with the essentials. Dabi smiled and walked over, placing your bag on the bed.

“Alright angel, what do I need to get?”

After an hour of bickering and giggling, all your hospital bags were packed. Dabi even installed the car-seat and put all the bags in the vehicle so they’d be ready to go and not forgotten had you gone into labor so suddenly. You sighed and fell back on the bed, your arms stretched out as you sunk into the mattress. You were totally exhausted and not really in a great mood. All day long you had these intense cramps, they weren’t unbearable just uncomfortable. They’d come and go in waves, making your face twitch as your jaw clenched in reaction. You sat up and rubbed your belly thinking to yourself. 

“There’s no way its contractions right? Maybe it’s just me being hungry, I haven’t eaten all day long.”

Dabi walked back into the room and saw you in the middle of thinking. He smirked and walked over, squatting down before you and placing a hand on your knee. “Don’t think too hard, you might hurt yourself!”

You rolled your eyes and miserably kicked at him, causing him to laugh and squeeze your knee. 

“How about you get a shower, you look beat to hell. I’ll go get dinner started.”

You smiled and ran a hand through your husbands spiky black locks, his turquoise eyes glimmering at you. 

“I think I’ll do just that, thank you Dabi, for everything.”

“Don’t sweat it angel, now come on, I’ll help you out,” he replied.

Standing to his feet, Dabi took your hand and helped you stand up, his other palm cupped your chin, making you look up at him. His hand released yours and fell to your stomach rubbing it gently as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled at him when he pulled away, reaching out and touching his patchwork cheek.

“I love you Da – ah!” 

You groaned and screwed your eyes shut as you clutched your stomach.

Dabi’s eyes widened as he rested a palm on your shoulder. You inhaled sharply and bared your teeth, trying to breathe deeply as a sharp pain crashed over your lower abdomen.

“(Y/N) you okay, what’s wrong?” He asked, worry lacing his words.

“It’s just a cramp Dabi, I’m fi – ineeeee,” you dragged out as your knees suddenly buckled.

Dabi caught you before you could collapse, panting in his arms and gripping his shirt with desperation. “That doesn’t seem like ‘just a cramp’ (Y/N). Has this been happening all day?”

“…sort of but it’s noth –“

“Bullshit, you’re having fucking contractions. Why didn’t you tell me some – never-mind, I’m getting your shoes and we’re leaving,” Dabi hissed as he sat you on the bed and went to grab your shoes from the living room.

When he came back you were holding your stomach and your breathing was becoming labored as you barred your teeth. Dabi shook his head and knelt before you, holding his hand out for your foot. You grit your teeth and shook your head.

“NOW (Y/N)!”

“I can’t! I - I can’t do this, what if ... what if I’m a t-terrible mom!”

Dabi stared at you, his turquoise eyes full of shock as you cried out with so much fear that your voice cracked, tears starting to stream down your face. He smirked and chuckled, making you look at him confused as to what was so fucking funny at the moment. He stood to his feet, leaning over to be eye level with you as he cupped your face in his hands.

“First off, it’s a little too late to back out now, ready or not this baby is coming!”

“You fucking did this to me,” you growled out as Dabi wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“That I did, but you didn’t exactly stop me either. If I can recall your words were, ‘oh Dabi, please, please fill me up, cu – ’ oww!” 

He smirked as you shut him up with a fierce punch to the arm, making him laugh and coaxing a small pained smile from you.

The lean man kissed your cheeks, “You can do this angel, you’re so fucking strong and so amazing, this is going to be nothing for you! I’ll be right there by your side! You’re going to be a fucking fantastic mom, no doubt about it and this kid is going to love you! We’re going to make mistakes and mess up, but it’s a part of parenthood. No matter what, we’ll have each other and we’re gonna be kickass parents together! Got it?”

You gave a bigger smile, squeezing you eyes shut as another contraction rippled through your body. “I – ngh, I got it Dabs. Thank you!”

Your husband smiled and knelt back down, putting your shoes on your feet before he stood up and reached for your hands, asking if you were ready to go and have your baby.

“Let’s get it!”

Dabi rushed you to the hospital, thankfully you were already pre-admitted so you were wheeled to a delivery room in no time. After dressing down and getting into your hospital gown Dabi helped you into bed. The nurses took all your vitals and counted the closeness of your contractions. The delivery doctor had to break your water manually and from there it was only a matter of a few short minutes! You had no time for an epidural, to which Dabi was worried about, he didn’t want you to be in pain at all. You smiled, sweat starting to coat your skin and gave him a thumbs up.

“Hey what did you just tell me before we got here?”

Dabi smiled and kissed your forehead, taking your hand and letting you grip the life out of it as the doctor prepared to deliver your baby that wasn’t waiting another second.

“You’re so fucking strong and so amazing!”

In what felt like the blink of an eye, a healthy baby boy was placed into Dabi’s arms. He stared at the tiny human, not exactly smiling but also not frowning, its like he didn’t know what face to make. For once he was just so speechless and amazed. Your son had a head full of dark red hair, the same as Dabi’s natural color. Of course he also had those same sparkling turquoise eyes. Almost every feature on the newborn matched that of his father, an exact carbon copy. Dabi’s long and slender fingers caressed the baby’s soft cheek, his un-charred, flawless cheek. Every inch of him was perfect.

Your husband was so lost in those wondrous eyes that stared back at him and that soft coo that came from those tiny lips. Dabi chuckled as his son gripped his finger in his small hand. An overwhelming sense of protection washed over him at the touch, as if it were the spark that sent him into ‘dad mode’. Now, Dabi had two people in his life that he’d burn down the world for. Two very beautiful and important people that he’d love with every ounce of his soul, every beat in his heart and every breath in his body.

Dabi looked from his son and to you, watching him with a tired smile. He walked to you, handing the baby over. You took your son and smiled, cooing with him quietly as you poked his perfect nose. The baby smiled and nuzzled his body deeper into his blanket as if he were shy. He may look like Dabi but he had your smile and apparently your bashfulness. You moved over in the bed, making room for your husband and he gently crawled onto it and next to you, wrapping an arm around you as his long legs nearly hung off the end of the bed.

“Our Asahi, he’s so perfect huh?”

Dabi nodded and kissed your head, his fingertips trailing down your jaw to cup your chin, making you look at him. “Thank you, again.”

You quirked a brow and smiled, “You’re welcome, but what did I do?”

“First you gave me you, and now him. I could never thank you enough for any of this.”

You chuckled and leaned in closer tilting your head and kissing the happy man. His hand caressed your cheek as he kissed back tenderly, enveloping your lip between his and showing it the utmost love and care. Thanking you one of the only other ways he knew how. 

A small cry came from Asahi as he squirmed in your arms, making you and Dabi break your kiss and look. Immediately Asahi smiled again as he gained your attention, making you both laugh.

“He’s already a little shit, just like his mama!”

[thatesqcrush]

After Midnight, Pt. 2

Nevada Ramirez x Reader. AN: Fic prompt from lyrics # 8 “tonight the foxes hunt the hounds” as requested by @melsquared79​. Cw: alcohol, language, dub-con, smut - rough sex, oral sex, all the sex. Def NSFW. WC: 4K. FYI: this fic was totally inspired by the Camila Cabello song, “My Oh My” which you should totally give a listen to.

***

You shifted in your seat, your eyes staring back into the piercing green eyes of the drug lord in front of you. “And how do you know where I live?”

“I went through your wallet,” Nevada replied casually, as he reached to light up a cigar.

“When?” you questioned.

“After you fell asleep.”

You furrowed your brows. “Do you always give your hook-ups a ride home or am I just that special?”

Nevada pulled you close to him. He ran his finger down your cheek. “Maybe it’s the latter. Is there a problem with that?”

“Y/N, you have had a hard few weeks; you deserve to come out and loosen up a little,” your friend Nina implored. “Lost your job, got dumped –”

“Don’t remind me,” you sighed. “I just don’t feel like going out.”

“Come on – it’ll be good for your soul. Besides – you have been cooped up in your apartment for a week. You look like hell. And you kind of smell like it too,” Nina retorted, her nose crinkling.

“Shut up! You’re demasiado – I do not smell,” you shrieked defensively, half shoving your friend away. You paused. “Wait – do I really?”

“No – you don’t smell. But you do look like shit. So come out, live a little, and then you can go back into your hidey-hole,” Nina replied. “Wear that black dress of yours. The one with the plunging v-neck. I will pick you up at nine. There’s a club in the Bronx that is supposed to be all the rage.”

“All the rage? Didn’t that lingo go out with the ‘90s?” you replied, your brow cocked at her.

“The ‘90s are coming back – you see it all over the stores. Just fucking come out. It’ll be fun.”

***

In the end, you opted for dark skinny jeans, a fitted low-cut black tank top and leopard caged heels. Your hair was tousled, thin hoop earrings hung off your ear and stacks of bangles hung off your wrist. Your heels clicked against the wet pavement. You spotted your gaggle of friends waiting on the line and you waved at them as you approached. The bouncer cocked his brow and waved you over. He asked you for your ID which you quickly produced.

“She’s with us,” Nina replied, resting her head on your shoulder as the bouncer reviewed your ID. He nodded and waved you and your girlfriends in. The music was loud – you could feel the vibrations in your bones. By sheer luck a table in the corner was free and you all quickly claimed it – various purses and wristlets covered it quickly. You pushed your way through the crowd at the bar and opened up a tab. First a round of tequila shots was ordered; a mix of cocktails and beers were followed. Your mind was fuzzy, but you still had a good grasp of what was going on.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of striking green eyes was watching you intently from a balcony from above. It was Nevada Ramirez, the self-proclaimed King of Washington Heights. You were dancing with a friend and seemingly having a good time. A server came by with a tray of shots and he watched as you plucked one off the tray and tossed it back with the flick of your wrist.  His eyes raked over your body and he appreciated how well your ass looked in the denim you wore. His eyes trailed up, from the dip of your waist to the soft curve of your breasts. He had never seen you at the club before. He knew thought that he wanted you. “Oye, quién eres tu?” he murmured.

Nevada swallowed the amber colored liquid he was holding and took one last deep inhale of the cigar before he made his way downstairs.

After a few songs, you decided to take a break. You managed to get a glass of water and you sucked it down while you watched everyone else have a good time. You checked your phone and was about to check on what your jerk of an ex was up to when a voice interrupted you.

“Are you bored ma?”

You looked up taken aback at the interruption. “Excuse me?” In front of you was the hottest man your eyes had the pleasure of seeing. You licked your lips and swallowed hard. 

Nevada gave you a small smile. “You looked good dancing. And now I see you checking your phone. So are you bored or do you have some boyfriend checking in on you?”

“No boyfriend,” you replied. You looked past Nevada at your friends who were still dancing. “Just checking on the time,” you lied. “It’s late.”

“It’s only after midnight.” Nevada replied. “Things are just starting up.” He stepped closer to you and you could smell the mixture of alcohol and cigar smoke on his person. “Ven,” he continued, motioning with his head towards the dance floor. “Baila conmigo.”

“And you are…?” your voice trailed off as you took in his appearance. Tight black jeans, tight black tank top. His cologne gave off an intense masculine aroma. ‘Goddamn,’ you thought to yourself.

“Nevada Ramirez. I own this club.”

You cocked a brow. “Impressive.”

“You don’t have to tell me. Come. Baila conmigo.”

You paused. You were about to shake your head when Nina caught your eye. “Go,” she silently mouthed. You looked back at Nevada who was staring at you intently. The gold crucifix he wore glinted under the overhead lights.

“No one fucking tells me no,” Nevada snapped impatiently.

‘What do I have to lose?’ you thought. “Okay, su alteza real.” Nevada led you to the dancefloor, his hand concentrated on the small of your back.

A song with a prominent bass line and drum beat played over the speakers. You didn’t recognize the song but you were quick to note how the male and females singers voices wrapped around each other’s – like a silk against the body. Whatever the song was, it was intoxicating - just like Nevada.

Nevada gripped your hip with one hand, encouraging you to press them against his. You rocked against his body, knees bent, you each moving your hips in circular motions.

“Dulce angelita,” Nevada purred in your ear. “What is your name?”

“YFN, YLN,” you replied. Nevada had placed his mouth against your ear, letting his heavy breath tickle your skin. “Well, Y/N, I am here for one thing.”

The dance floor had filled up, pressing you even closer to him. At one point, Nevada spun you to face him. Your faces were millimeters apart, your bodies were slicked with sweat and your breaths were heavy. Nevada watched as a bead of sweat rolled down your décolletage and he followed it as trailed down between your breasts. He growled low. You followed his movements and took a deep breath, arching your chest in his face.

In your opinion, Nevada was walking sex. You weren’t sure if it was just that you were feeling down about your current life situation or the alcohol or a mixture of both but you were suddenly feeling like you could use a good time.

You smirked before responding. “So am I.”

Nevada captured your lips with his. The kiss was rough and needy, all teeth and tongue. You moaned as you pressed closer to him. As quickly as the kiss began, it ended with him pulling away just as roughly.

Nevada gripped the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. “You need to say it mami – use that fucking mouth of yours.”

“Yes,” you replied, asserting your consent.

***

Nevada’s apartment was attached to the club. He liked being close to business. The elevator to his apartment was in the back of the club. To any other club-goer, it looked like a defunct elevator. But it was set up purposely that way. Nine times out of ten, Nevada just took his conquests to his office which was located by the balcony. Hit it and quit it was his motto. And it served him well. Many ladies threw themselves at the King of the Heights – sometimes it was for sex; sometimes it was for money – that he always collected back on with interest; sometimes it was for drugs – sometimes it was for all three. He never took them back to his place. But there was something about you, that Nevada knew was different.

So he broke his own rule.

***

Once in the elevator, Nevada wasted no time. He was on within seconds. His hands grabbed at the hem of your tank top and pushed them upwards, touching your exposed skin. His hands trailed upwards to your tits, cupping them.  The kiss between the two of you was open mouthed, hot and heavy. Your tongues battled each other’s, each trying to get more surface area.

Any other time you would have appreciated the bird-cage like appearance of the elevator. The wrought iron was a mix of twists and beams. The ceiling of the elevator had a chandelier that hung off of it with a blue light and the surroundings were mirrored, so the lights bounced off the reflection, creating an ethereal effect. The elevator lurched to a stop and Nevada opened the door.

You both had taken a few steps into the apartment when Nevada pushed you against the wall, again kissing you hard. He used one hand to pin your arms above your head, while the other continued to explore your upper half. Nevada tugged your tank up once more and then tugged down your bra exposing your breasts. He twisted and tugged on a nipple, before he moved onto the other. You moaned as he did so. Nevada broke the kiss again and then dipped his head to a globe. You moaned again as he captured a nipple in his mouth.

“Escuchame atentamente cariño – I am going to make you cum. First with my mouth, then with my cock. Me entiendes?”

You nodded. “Please. Yo quiero tu pinga.”

“You have some amazing tits,” Nevada complimented. “Makes me want to put my cock in between them.”

You groaned at the idea, a jolt of pleasure coursed through you. You could feel your arousal dampen your panties and nodded once more.

Nevada turned you around, so you faced the wall. He pressed himself against you and rubbed himself against your ass in an attempt to give himself some relief from his own ache, which was throbbing.

You could feel how hard Nevada’s cock was and you pushed back, teasing.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered. Nevada took your arms and planted them above your shoulders, so they braced the wall. He reached between you and the wall and unbuttoned the fly of your jeans. Your jeans and panties were pushed down in one movement and to your ankles.  Nevada whistled appreciatively. “Look at that ass. Damn mami.”

Nevada wasted no time. His mouth was on your eager and soaked cunt. His hands were firm on your butt cheeks, keeping you spread open. He used the flat of his tongue to lick broad stripes between your lips before thrusting his tongue into you. You squirmed as Nevada fucked you with his mouth. He alternated long swipes with flicks. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned.

Nevada paused to breath, licking your inner thigh and sucking a mark onto your skin. He resumed his actions like a man starved. You tried to undulate against his mouth, but he kept you in place. Nevada’s hot breath tickled your clitoris and he snaked two thick fingers inside of you. “Oh Jesus fuck,” you cried out as you felt your orgasm begin to build. Nevada could sense you were close, as your walls began to flutter around his fingers. Nevada removed his fingers and dove back into your folds, shaking his head and humming simultaneously. He continued to tease you to the point where you were begging to come. You started shivering and Nevada knew he found a good spot and he decided to chill there for awhile. You praised Nevada’s actions and chanted his name as if it were a prayer. Nevada slipped his fingers back inside of you and pumped them rapidly in and out of you. The wet slick sounds of his fingers in your pussy, his mouth also there, the friction of his beard on your thighs, it was all too much. You came hard, wailing his name as your cunt clenched his fingers.  Your release coated his face and fingers. Nevada drank you all in, he couldn’t get enough.

Your body trembled as Nevada pulled away. He turned you back around so that you faced him and he made a big show of slowly sucking his fingers. “Mmmm, delicioso. So fucking sweet,” he purred.

Nevada took a few steps back, Nevada kicked off his boots and he unbuckled his belt and then shoved off his jeans. It wasn’t a surprise to you that he was going commando. Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of his cock. It was long and thick and by your recollection, bigger than your ex’s. His cock was painfully hard, pre-cum oozed from the head. Your eyes met and you nodded. You followed his lead and removed your top and bra, flinging them in one direction. You kicked off your heels as well and then made quick work of your jeans and underwear. You were completely nude. Nevada drank you in. Your body was amazing and he couldn’t wait to fuck you. He took a few steps and he was on you once more, carrying you over his shoulders and to the bed.

He dropped you on the bed and you spread yourself wantonly, rubbing your clitoris once more. You had one orgasm and were eager for more. “Mmm, yeah play with that pussy while you suck this cock,” Nevada ordered. You sat up half-way and propped yourself so you could get to his cock. Nevada brushed his cock against your cheek, before pushing it into your mouth. You moaned as his musky, salty taste flooded your mouth. You eagerly bobbed on his cock, relaxing your jaw to take more of him into your mouth. You used one hand to pump his cock as you traced the prominent vein on his cock all the way to the “v” on the underside. Nevada hissed as he watched his cock slip in and out of his mouth. “Such a good cocksucker,” Nevada praised. “Makes me want to blow my load into the pretty little mouth of yours.”

You nodded. Nevada bucked his hips, pushing his cock further into your mouth. You gagged and spluttered around his cock, your eyes beginning to tear, causing your mascara to run and saliva dribble down your chin. Nevada’s hands threaded your hair and gripped your scalp tightly as he fucked your face, grunting as he did so.

Nevada pulled away roughly and you gasped for air. Your chest rose and fell quickly and you watched as Nevada crawled over to you. He straddled your chest and ran a hand down in the space between your breasts. He cupped your breasts once more, tugging and twisting your nipples before sliding his cock in between. You used your hands to hold your breasts and Nevada began to fuck your tits. Every once in awhile you would jut out your tongue to lap at the head of his cock.

“Mmm I want to cum on those tits so badly,” Nevada groaned as he watched his cock slide in and out. “But I think I want to save that for your pussy.”

“Yes, please come in that pussy,” you begged. “I want it. Fill me up.”

Nevada climbed off of you, and pushed on your side, encouraging you to roll over. You rolled onto your stomach and Nevada pulled you up so you were on all fours. “Do you have…protection?” you panted.

Nevada gave your ass a good smack and you squealed in response. The mattress creaked as he moved off the bed. You heard footsteps, a drawer open, and then the sound of foil ripping. The bed dipped once more with Nevada’s weight. You felt him line his cock along your entrance, and he rubbed against your folds, teasing. You let out an eager moan. “Please,” you begged. “Fuck me.”

Nevada slid his cock into you in one motion, burying himself to the hilt. “Only because you asked me so nicely mamita.”  You gasped as he did so, feeling delightfully stretched and full. “Oh God,” you choked out.

Nevada slowly pulled out and then slowly thrusted back in again, letting you get accustomed to his size before speeding up his thrusts, fucking you harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. The tips of his fingers dug into your flesh and you knew you’d be bruised in the morning.  

“Oh yes, damelo duro,” you implored. You reached down to circle your clit and Nevada stilled.

“Oh no,” Nevada panted, circling his hips slowly, which elicited a whine from you. “Not yet. Damn mami, you’ve got that bomb pussy. You take my cock so good,” he grunted.

You planted your arm back on the bed and Nevada resumed fucking you from behind. Eventually, he pulled out and sat back on his haunches. You looked over your shoulder, confused.

Nevada pointed to his cock, which was coated in your cream and you nodded, understanding. You took Nevada into your mouth, eagerly bobbing on his cock. Nevada groaned and he reached over to slip his fingers into your pussy. You hummed in appreciation and Nevada growled at the sensation the vibrations caused. He gripped your head tightly, causing you to gag and splutter once more. Nevada pulled up your head tightly, causing you to meet his eyes. His green eyes were dark and full blown with lust.

“Saddle up.” Nevada laid on his back and you crawled over on top of him and began to ride him eagerly. Nevada grunted as he watched your tits bounce. One hand remained on your hips, guiding you and another squeezed your breasts. You could feel your orgasm build once more – quicker than before as you were already at the precipice. “Please let me cum,” you begged. “I am so close.”

Nevada could feel your walls fluttering around his cock. His own orgasm was quickly approaching but he wasn’t ready to come just yet. You were too gorgeous of a creature and he wanted to savor every moment. You leaned back, your arms gripped the tops of his thighs. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes,” you chanted.

Nevada reached up to rub your swollen pink pearl and you gasped once more, your eyes squeezing shut. “I’m going to… I am going to… “

Nevada sat up fully and captured your mouth with his as you came hard around his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your tongues battled one another’s as you both chased your own orgasms. Nevada’s thrusting became erratic and he stiffened against you as he came hard, grunting your name in your ear. Hearing him lose control caused you to come once more.

Both of you were completely spent and you collapsed against Nevada as he laid back down on the bed. He reached down and removed the condom from his now softening cock. He tied it quickly before tossing it to the side of the bed to deal with later.

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep and normally Nevada would have minded, but something inside of him told him this was different – you were different. So he let you stay the night. After you fell asleep, he climbed out of bed and found your purse, quickly finding your ID. He made a mental note of your name and address and then went back to bed. You snored lightly on his chest as he looked you up.

***

“I’m special?”

The car lurched to stop. From the window you could tell that despite the early hours, traffic was starting to build. It would take forever to get home at the rate you were going. But you didn’t mind.

“I get what I want.”

“And what you want is me?”

“I already had you.”

“So, then we should be good,” you replied with a wink. Your phone buzzed and you quickly looked at it, realizing you would need to get back to your friends.

Nevada placed a hand on your leg. “I am a King without his Queen.”

You looked out the window, watching as the light changed from red to green. You racked your brain, wondering how you got yourself into this situation and then went over your other situation. This was messy. ‘To hell with it,’ you thought. You took a deep breath and then turned to face Nevada. “Aside from the sex, what’s in it for me?”

Nevada smirked. “I was hoping you’d say that mami.”

FIN.

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[ineffablegame]

Can you do a fic for the road trip prompt?

@art-takes-time I feel I owe you an apology for three reasons.  1) I picked some of the worst possible destinations for a road-trip.  2) The jokes in this are simply awful.  And 3) this is so incredibly cheesy.

Also published on my Ao3.

Road-trip

When they are finally properly married, Crowley insists they go on a honeymoon.

“It’s tradition,” he says, firmly.  “Otherwise, the marriage could be annulled.”

Aziraphale skews him a skeptical glance over the top of his book.  “I think we quite thoroughly dispelled that possibility, Crowley.  Multiple times.  In swift succession.”

For a moment, Crowley must make a heroic effort not to get distracted by fond memories.  “Still,” he soldiers on, “the honeymoon is paramount.  Think of all the places we could go.”  Aziraphale dithers, looking like a turtle that’s been asked to vacate its shell, and he adds, “All the food you could eat.”

Aziraphale lowers his book and narrows his eyes with grudging curiosity. “What… where did you want to go, precisely?”

“Somewhere far away,” Crowley says.  This path must be navigated with care, not a foot out of place, or Aziraphale will refuse in a heartbeat.  “Somewhere with wide spaces and open roads and—and grand vistas.”

Aziraphale raises the book again in a pointed manner.  “If you aren’t going to come out and say it, the answer is no.”

“Apple pie,” Crowley says, relentlessly.  “Sourdough bread, biscuits and gravy, gumbo, lobster…”

“Out with it, Crowley.”

“Beignets.”

Aziraphale winces as that well-aimed missile punches through the chink in his armor.  “I’ve never cared for the colonies.”

“Think of it,” Crowley insists, gently slipping his hands around the angel’s wrists, tugging them down.  Aziraphale scowls, lips pursed.  Crowley leans in until the tips of their noses touch.  “A road trip holiday.  Could be fun.”

“I grow weary of your wiles, old serpent,” Aziraphale mumbles, and kisses him, the stern line of his mouth already softening.

-

In the end, Crowley suspects it’s the beignets that did it.  Aziraphale acquiesces, provided they make a stop in New Orleans. “For the history, of course.”

“Of course,” Crowley says, because he knows when how to quit when he’s ahead. He’s curious about the Voodoo scene, anyway.

-

It is, broadly speaking, a road trip.  But when the only two occupants in the car (the Bentley, of course, miracled over the Pond in a staggering feat of occult power) are ethereal and infernal beings, roads as they appear on the map are more like friendly guidelines than concrete (or asphalt) rules.  The road goes where Aziraphale and Crowley want it to go, and the time on the road lasts exactly as long as it takes them to wonder, are we there yet?

Aziraphale has acquired what is perhaps the world’s last disposable camera.  He’s very proud of this technological wonder, Isn’t it amazing, Crowley?  Look, you simply wind the dial and—

Crowley puts on an exasperated front, but he is secretly quite proud of the angel.  Disposable cameras are roughly twenty years out of date, which is a fair sight newer than Aziraphale’s typical fifty.

It’s the little things, he decides, and flashes a sardonic smile when Aziraphale points the camera at him.

-

In New York City, they attend a Broadway musical about one of the nation’s Founding Fathers.  Aziraphale is initially skeptical – oh, I don’t know about this, it’s nothing like Sondheim – but by the end of the first act, he is leaning forward in his seat, eyes rapt on the stage.  By the middle of the second act, he is weeping. Crowley threads his fingers into Aziraphale’s, thumb rubbing over his knuckles.

Their last stop in New York City is at the Statue of Liberty.  They stare up at her, disconcerted; towering, beautiful, pitiless, she bears a distinct resemblance to Someone Else they both know.

-

In Maine, Aziraphale gorges himself, cracking open lobster claws with the sort of zeal Michael reserves for smiting demons.  Crowley watches, tension mixed with gut-molten wanting, as the angel luxuriates in the tender flesh greasing his fingers and lips.  The demon’s mind is a welter of temptation and sin, and he cannot wait until he gets his husband back to their lodgings.

-

In South Dakota – of all places! – they stop at Wall Drug.  After seeing all the signs peppering the highway, they couldn’t not stop at Wall Drug.

“Well,” Crowley mutters, “this is a distinct disappointment.”

“I think I recall you inventing this,” Aziraphale says.

“Nah.  I never.”

“You did.  We were very drunk.”

Crowley huffs a sigh.  “Had to’ve been.  I can’t decide if I’m proud or ashamed.”

“Oh, I don’t know.  It does have a… a quaint, folksy charm, if you will.”

“Nnngh.”

“Oh, look!” Aziraphale points.  “That giant horned rabbit fellow.  You can take pictures sitting on it.”

“Angel, I swear to G—to Somebody—”

But Aziraphale has already swanned off to pester a pair of tourists, waving his disposable camera in their faces.  After a blank moment of studying the ancient technology, one tourist nods. Aziraphale drags Crowley over and pats the jackalope’s white rump.  “Up you pop.”

“I will kill you for this,” Crowley vows through gritted teeth.

His anger is short-lived, for Aziraphale scrambles up behind him and winds his arms about Crowley’s waist.  The demon tries valiantly to glare at the camera, but – feeling Aziraphale snug against him, comfortable and ridiculous and radiantly happy – he can only muster a little frown.

-

They expect to be in New Orleans at some point, and so they are, geography be damned.  Aziraphale, to his credit, remembers his excuses about history and leads Crowley through the French Quarter.  He murmurs his appreciation at the colorful buildings, the intricate latticeworks of the balconies, the ghosts and shades steeping the very pavement beneath their feet. The air is a fug of garlic, seared sausage smoke, and sautéed vegetables.  Occult energy sings through the city, the magic a spice on Crowley’s tongue.

Aziraphale turns into the first café they come across and orders a plateful of beignets.  Crowley watches, later, as the angel licks fry grease and powdered sugar off his fingers. Later still, as they leave the café to wander the streets under humid starlight, Crowley tugs Aziraphale into a quiet alleyway and presses him up against the bricks.  He kisses him, tastes the sweetness of his lips, his mouth.

-

They go to the Grand Canyon.  Staring out across the vast expanse, Crowley suddenly feels very old and very small. But the look of amazement on Aziraphale’s face is well worth the reminder.

“It’s so… Oh, it’s just so…”

“Grand?”

Aziraphale gives him a quelling look.  “Yes, all right, be flippant.”

“I would never.“

Aziraphale purses his lips, but his gaze softens as he studies Crowley.  “Thank you.  For all your wiling.”

“Knew you’d like it,” Crowley grumbles, aiming for surly.  Sounding simply besotted.

Aziraphale takes Crowley’s hand.  The brush of his lips on Crowley’s palm is a blessing, an offering, the sweetest pain Crowley can fathom.

-

In San Francisco, they go for cookies in the Castro District.  Crowley, who has been sneezing and sniffling ever since they set foot in the city, is marginally cheered by the sight of Aziraphale with an extremely phallic macaroon cookie.  Bless him, the angel even ordered one with white chocolate and red sprinkles on the scrotum.

I love him, Crowley thinks, helplessly, as Aziraphale tucks in.

-

When they arrive back in London, Aziraphale finds perhaps the last shop on the planet that will send disposable cameras out for development.  The angel expects the pictures to be beautiful, and so they are – exquisitely shot, each vividly colorful, each of a resolution that would make Sony and Nikon and Apple weep with envy.  He puts them in a scrapbook, carefully labeled “Our Travels” in block letters, and gives it to Crowley for their first anniversary.

An inscription adorns the inside cover.  ‘To my husband,’ it says.  ‘I look forward to seeing all the wonders of the world with you.’

[gentlemanoftimetravel]

Dark Fairytale 🍄

Requested by @naomi-from-paleontology

Summary: Marinette steps into the center of a ring of mushrooms and is spirited away to a strange world with Felix as their guide.

I’m ether thinking about “Spirited Away” for obvious reasons or something like “the Wizard of Oz”. Maybe I can combine these two. And then suddenly I'm thinking about “Alice in Wonderland” ... Jep, I don’t know anymore ... welp ...

Let’s see how it will turn out!

Hope you enjoy!

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Don’t go into the woods. Don’t stroll around. Don’t follow strange animals. Don’t do this. Don’t do that. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.

Marinette was sick of hearing these. Ever since she was a small child she have the greatest adventures when her parents weren’t around. Fairy’s. Demons. Speaking Animals. Mermaids. Trolls. Sometimes even dragons!

But every time she tried to tell and show her parents nothing was there anymore. At first, her parents found her imagination great. But the older she gets, the lesser they liked it. And with time comes the ban. Marinette was no longer allowed to go into the woods. She was supposed to stay near her house. Forced to ignore her friends just beneath the surface. Forced to change herself. Forced to be someone else.

Needless to say she doesn’t liked that.

But the tip of the iceberg came when her parents decided that she should marry someone. Adrien Agreste. Someone who is exactly as oblivious as her parents. Who just thought about himself and his point of view. Someone she knew she could never get as happy as with her friends.

So she made a decision.

~~

She pants. Ever so often she turned around just to make sure that nobody follows her. She ran deeper and deeper into the forest. She follows the voices from her friends and they led her to a glade.

She stumbles right into the opening. When she fell to the ground, she saw some toadstools. As if they were circling the clearing all around.

How strange.

Somewhere deep down in her memory she rememberd a fairytale that began with circle of mushrooms. But she can’t remember how it goes.

In that moment she hit the ground.

~~

Snickering.

Strange. Marinette is very sure that she is not giggling. In fact, she should be alone. Maybe she hit her head? But there’s more snickering. Possibly she should push herself up from the ground and look who’s there. Perhaps it is one of her friends.

As she sits up she stares right into piercing green eyes. Which sit in a head full of black fur. She blinks twice.

Another snicker emerged from that strange creature. She tilted her head.

“A cat?”

But there was more. No simple housecat had such a wide smile. And the eyes held an intelligence wich isn’t normal. She shivered. These cat where nothing like her former friends.

“Who are you?”

If possible the smile got even wider. The cat stretched and strolls a few steps away. It stopped and looked back to Marinette, then to the entrance of the forest and back to Marinette. As if she should follow.

Marinette blinked again. “You know what? I have no idea what’s going on but fine, I follow you.” Marinette stands up and nods. The cat happily waging its tail and started walking again.

From time to time it’s checking if Marinette is still behind him. As some time passed and the sun is beginning to meet the horizon they entered a small colourful village.

The cat leads her past stores, a fountain, a church, the townhall -if she’s not misled- and beautiful flower fields. At the end of the village the cat walks to a lovely house with an large garden. At the door he stops one last time. He looked back to Marinette and puts a paw at the door. And then he meowed. It sound as false and irritating as the whole story.

“Really?” Marinette raised an eyebrow. “But fine.” She knocked and waited.

She heared footsteps at the other side of the door. As the front door swings open she looked into the face of a young man. The ice blue eyes held something familiar.

“Plagg, why didn’t you ...” he trailed of as he noticed her. “Marinette? Marinette is it really you? Oh Plagg, where did you find her?” With joy he jumped to her and hugged her.

“Should I know you? You obviously knew me, so I guess I should?”

“Marinette, it’s me. Felix! We played together as kids. Don’t you remember?”

“Not really, sorry.” she said with an apologetic smile.

His smile dropped for a second only to come back at full force a moment later.

“Then let us refresh your memory! Tomorrow. For now, come in and eat dinner with me.”

He took her hand and led her inside.

~~

The next morning Felix guided her to a small spring. The pink cherry trees were in full bloom. Some of the flowers slowly fell down to the water surface.

“What am I supposed to see here?”

With a soft smile Felix only puts an finger to his lips and points to his ear. She concentrates her senses at the sounds around her. Just when she thought she would never hear something, she heard a little giggle. She looked in the direction of that sound. At that moment she spotted colourful little lights. The first moment she thought of fireflys but quickly she corrects herself.

“These are Fairies!” her eyes grow wide.

The little fairies came closer and closer. Some of them buzzed around her. A very brave one approached her and touched her cheek. She giggled and flew back to her sisters.

“Felix! It is amazing! Can we stay a little? Please?”

Felix smiles and nodded.

~~

The next day Felix led her to a graveyard. Today Plagg come along.

“What will you show me here?”

“Demons!” he said with sparkle in his eyes.

Marinette opened her mouth, shakes her head and shuts her mouth again. She will find out soon enough. As they were in the middle Felix stops.

“Plagg, now!”

With a big grin Plagg starts to shake. His contours became blurred. Now he’s a cat shaped black smoke. With piercing and shining green eyes and sparkling sharp white teeth. Little wisps of green smoke trailed of his body. On each cheek he grow one long whiskers, black at the beginning and neon green at the end.

Just as Marinette wanted to say something, Felix whistles. Everwhere behind tombstones, the shadows began to move.

More and more creatures, no demons she corrects herself, began floating towards her. She took a step back.

“Don’t be afraid. They are friendly. Most, at least.”

“Felix!”

He snickered. “I’m serious. They won’t harm you, I swear.”

Despite everything, Marinette had a nice day with demons in the cemetery.

~~

“What will you show me today Felix?”

“I thought we can go to the beach.”

“Oh ... I thought ... Nevermind. Let’s go!”

She linked arms with Felix and they walked down to the ocean. They took a little walk along the beach. When Felix led them around the next corner they reached a bay. Palm trees provide shades. Some rocks break through the water surface and seagulls are sitting in the trees.

It is a beautiful and quiet place.

Felix conjures a picnic basket from somewhere and smiles.

“Come here, sweetheart. I packed something, let us have lunch.”

“With pleasure!” Marinette smiled.

They searched for a shady spot and made themselves comfortable. After some time she heard something.

“Felix what is ...”

“Shhhhh! Just watch!” he said with a wink.

She notices movement on the water surface. Every now and then glittering scales break through the surface. Suddenly a bunch of mermaids appear and group around the rocks. They chatted happily.

“Mermaids!” shout Marinette.

The group of girls startled and looked over to the pair. Marinette claps her hands above her mouth. Some of the girls trailed away but one had a curios look in her eyes. She chirped and receives approval sounds.

The little Mermaid approaches the shore and in a sing-song voice asked: “Marinette?”

Marinettes eyes went wide. She glanced at Felix. “You know me? That means I was here before. When?”

“About two decades ago. We were still kids. We three had amazing days back then. Playing here in the bay. You two learning how to swim. Picknicks. And suddenly it stopped. Felix came by from time to time but you never showed up after that last day. We didn’t know what happened to you and we just hoped that you were alright and that you will show up someday. And there you are. Grown up. Beautiful. But still the same Marinette from back when we were kids.”

“I .... I don’t ... know what to say. I can’t remember much from my childhood. My parents wouldn’t let me go away from the house but apparently I sneaked away? I ....” she huffed. “I just don’t know anymore. Give me time. Maybe I will remember but even if not, we still can make new ones. Okay?”

The mermaid smiled wide. “Yes!”

“But not now. Felix could we ... I think I need time to think about all of today’s events.”

She looked back to the little mermaid. “But I will come back. I promise!”

With that Marinette turned and rushed back to Felix's house.

~~

“Marinette? I want to show you one last thing. Maybe after what you will see today your memory will come back.”

With that Felix reaches out his hand. Marinette considered and took his hand. Whatever he wanted to show her it will be worth it. They walked up the hill and a strong breeze trailed around their bodies.

A big shadow flies over them. As Marinette looked up she saw a majestic dragon. She gasped. She wanted to say something but she heard only a crackling. But not loud for everyone’s ear, it’s just something inside her. Her vision went black. When she wakes up she finds herself in Felix embrace. A concerned look on his face.

“Felix? I think I remember. I finally remember everything. But how. Why now?”

“You were under a spell. I guess that’s your parents fault. I didn’t know exactly how to break it but I figured if I’d repeat your lost memory it will eventually come back. Seems like the dragon had the biggest impression on you. I’m a little bit offended that it was not me. But I’m just happy that I have my Marinette back.”

“Me too! I finally remember everything and now I know the reason why I could not stand it at home anymore. It’s because I missed something in my life and that was you. When the last weeks were any indicators, I want to be with you. I think I fell for you over the past few weeks. Felix? I don’t want to go back, I want to stay here.”

“I will never let you go away from me again. Live with me here and be happy. Let us be together for eternity in our beautiful own kingdom of magic.”

With that Felix leans in and kissed Marinette.

————

That’s it folks. That’s the second ‘dark’ fairytale prompt. I think it weren’t as dark as it should be supposed. I just had the need to write some ‘magic’ and fluff. If you want more story’s from that prompt list please let me know!

Wow, this story took me on a rollercoaster. So many ideas, so little space. I was really close to the end of the story just when tumblr told me I hit the 'block' limit. So I need to compress some spaces. But I finally made it to an end and it got really long.

I hope you liked it. Please tell me what you think about this.

And have a wonderful day!

[xiomarawinters]

touchy-feely [nate/xi]

One week.

That was how long it had been since Harriet appeared on their doorstep. She needed somewhere to stay, of course, and Xi was the first to say the couch wasn't suitable. After all, she'd slept on a mattress next to it for months. Then Nate had offered up his bed and nothing more was said- the next night, Xi had come home from buying milk and coffee to find Nate asleep in her bed.

It wasn't the first time he'd slept between her sheets. But somehow, it felt new. Yet comfortable and right, all at once.

She'd just tucked herself into bed on the other side, resting on her side, watching him.

One week of this. Of Nate crawling into bed in the early hours after his work, leaving a cold space in the bed between them.

"Hey." She'd said one night, in the dark.

"Hey." He'd replied, then fallen asleep.

That night, he hadn't worked. They went to bed at a normal hour. Xi laid on her side again, her hands tucked under her pillow. The bright moon bathed her room in filtered light, flurries of snow outside sent shadows over the mattress. She watched Nate, saw how the light kissed his clear skin, highlighting the angle of his jaw, his Adam's apple. "Hey." She whispered, giving a lazy smile. And then, feeling the space between them very deeply, she continued, swallowing. "You don't have to sleep over there. You can... You can come over here. You can touch me if you want."

It was oddly domestic, sharing a bed with Xiomara, in a way that Nate probably should have loathed and made all his existential itchy instincts kick up, but for some reason it didn’t. Not that holing up here in the suburbs cosplaying as the Smiths like they had been for months wasn’t also domestic in a more on-the-nose kind of way, but this was…different. New territory that neither Xi nor Nate seemed inclined to want to talk about. 

And so far they hadn’t needed to. Nate didn’t know if they were just so accustomed to each others’ company at this point that it prevented things being uncomfortable, but truly the situation felt so weirdly natural this way that it could almost be considered boring, if Nate or Xiomara were anything like their old selves. Maybe it was a testament to their personal growth, or something like that, but even thinking that thought made Nate want to roll his eyes because ugh. And it wasn’t just that it relieved him immensely having Harriet so close by, or that Xi had displayed extremely un-Xi-like levels of understanding in accommodating yet another Pinnock in the house, though that certainly didn’t hurt. The reasons were more intangible. Like…the bed and the sheets smelled good, like laundry detergent and some other bright, sharp aroma that was distinctly Xiomara, that managed to distract him from the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke and the musty after-dark bar smell that Nate came home swathed in every night. It was just knowing, by some subtle near-psychic shift in the mattress weight, that despite the deliberate cavern of space between them, there was another warm body within touching distance—even if touching was out of the question. 

It was interesting what new things you could pick up about a person in only a week just by sharing a bedroom with them. For example, Nate had learned that neither he nor Xiomara did a whole lot of actual sleeping, and that they both did a lot of pretending to be asleep, for stupid and totally unexplainable reasons that were likely rooted in some deeper personal issues when they could have just acknowledged being awake and kept each other company instead. He also suspected that Xiomara spent even more time lying awake than he did. 

It was all kind of easy to ignore when their schedules were practically flipped, until Nate’s night off rolled around. They’d managed to actually cook something resembling a meal without burning the house down, had a pleasant dinner with Harriet and drank wine, watched an episode of something actually good on TV (Harriet had blessedly rigged their cable box to get premium channels, to Nate’s absolute delight), and gone to bed. Nate could feel the wine moving around lazily inside his head and he knew he should really make the most of the added hours of a night off for sleep, but instead he found himself staring up at the ceiling, following the shifting patterns of speckled shadows made by the snow. He heard Xiomara’s voice and his head fell to the side to look in her direction, and he smiled lightly at the greeting as if it was an old joke. A pensive and almost conflicted expression drifted over her face like she had something she wanted to say, so Nate just waited until she gathered up the thought enough to say whatever it was. 

What she said was—not what he expected. It made his heartbeat stutter in his chest. He blinked over at her in disbelief. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about this, that would be insane; he saw her all the time, they shared a bathroom and now a bedroom and more secrets between them than Nate could count. And Xi was poised, and witty, and fucking beautiful, with the way the white moonlight nestled into her platinum locks and made them glow, ethereal. But it wasn’t something Nate had allowed himself to want, for obvious reasons, or at the very least not consciously think about wanting. 

Nate shifted to somewhat face her, and shuffled across the mattress with some trepidation until the space between them was closed but they still weren’t actually touching. On his side facing her, he reached out a hand and it hovered indecisively above her shoulder, then down near the curve of her hip, then back up, before falling with defeat against Nate’s own side. He gave a breathy laugh at being so noticeably awkward and nervous about this and then said in a half-whisper, “Sorry, I’m—” Acting like a fucking virgin? Jesus Christ. Xi’s hands were still hidden beneath her pillow, so Nate opted for resting his hand just above the crook of her elbow, and then his eyes went to hers questioningly. “Will you, just—tell me? If it starts to feel…not fine.” 

Xi couldn't help but give a breath of laughter too. It was weird. He'd literally ripped the buttons of her shirt off one time but now he was afraid to touch her elbow. It occurred to her that maybe she should feel sad about it- that something so important to her was twisted into something she feared- but with Nate closer to her, she only felt hope.

His hand on her arm was nice- but not what she wanted. It was comforting, and a warm first start, but Xi wanted more. She nodded, meeting his gaze. "Yeah, I'll tell you." Xi said, because she felt it was important to use words. Nate needed to hear it. Then, she moved one of her hands that had been resting under her pillow, shuffled a little closer to Nate, and rested her arm around his waist. Xi swallowed, goosebumps raising on her arm. Her fingertips trailed over his back and Xiomara's breath was shallow as she tried to swallow back her panic. She had no reason to worry and every reason to be calm- Nate had proven time and time again, she was safe with him. She met Nate's gave again, lips twitching upwards in the only shy smile she'd ever given.

“Okay,” Nate replied with some sense of decidedness. He was still nervous that he would end up doing the wrong thing and it would upset her, but he could really only trust Xi at her word on this. Still, he waited for her to move before he moved any more, and when she did he swept the hand on her elbow up her arm, behind her shoulder, eventually resting it in the dip of her waist above the blanket. His arm that was on the mattress he shifted up a bit behind her pillow so that they were nearly hugging horizontally, which probably looked goofy as hell but felt pretty fucking amazing, embarrassingly. Even the tiniest tickle of Xi’s fingertips along his spine felt otherworldly great, perhaps just because it was comforting in a way Nate was not at all familiar with. 

He gave a hum of content and it came out shakier than he would have liked. It took a ton of effort for Nate to keep his own emotions in check and not just let them leak out so that he could feel this, fully. He trusted Xi more than he trusted anyone, but still Nate feared the possibility of getting too comfortable and slipping enough that she saw what a horribly soft, needy thing he actually was.

And besides, this wasn’t about Nate and all his very annoying feelings. This was about Xi healing and Nate had enough restraint to not make it all about him. She still seemed so fragile to him. Not her spirit, of course—the person Xiomara Winters was in essence, by nature, unbreakably, was a force to be reckoned with. But her actual, physical body…Nate would never forget the way it felt laying limp in his arms and weighing nothing when he laid her in the middle of Tyler’s magical cleansing circle, the way her soft pale pink flesh looked blooming all over with purple and blue and black, marked by jagged cuts and leathered burns. Those memories fucking haunted him. 

Nate swallowed thickly, willing them away, focusing on the Xiomara that was right here, now. She was warm and alive, stronger and healthier, her physical scars fading slowly but surely; now it was time to start on everything else. Nate trailed a finger over the line of her body, in fucking awe of this person and not possessing any way to properly express it, if there even was one. What he ended up saying was, “You…look really good, Xi.” And hopefully by some miracle she would understand what he was trying to say and not just the shallow way it likely came out.

Touching Nate sent prickles of anxiety shooting through her nerves, but being touched shot a burst of flames up them. She tensed for just a moment, but blinked rapidly and forced her shoulders to relax, releasing her clenched fist under her pillow. Xi looked apologetically at Nate- knowing he noticed, but hoping he wouldn't say anything and hoping more he wouldn't move away.

To prove her point she curled her arm a little tighter around his waist.

She gave a wry smile when he complimented her, fully aware it was mostly to do with her healing but letting her vanity get the best of her and convincing herself he was flirting. So she flirted right back, shit-eating smile still on her face, "Well, one of us has got to. You look like shit."

Nate’s hand stilled when he felt Xi tense up, waiting for her to tell him this little experiment was over. It wouldn’t have been upsetting, really; Nate had fully expected his time allowed in her bed at all to reach an expiration point before now, so this was already way more than he could have hoped for. She didn’t, though; her eyes flashed up to meet his, full of repentance Nate didn’t need, and he just shook his head, barely, once. He’d long since given up on the idea that anything was ever, truly easy—and certainly not this, for her. And Nate was never the sort of person who valued or even understood having to work for anything, but he was slowly learning that some things were worth the patience and the care and the time. All good things in time—or so he’d been fucking told.

Nate laughed at her quip and it jostled Xiomara a little in her proximity. It was a little hollow-sounding—it was clear, to Nate at least, how skittish she was with all this—but it was still an admirable approximation of her infamous flirtatious banter, complete with a weightless insult, and it warmed Nate to hear it. After all, if Xi was being nice to him then he’d have real reason to worry. What was he supposed to do with nice, anyway? Nice was boring, and Xiomara Winters was the opposite of boring. His fingers resumed movement, absently tracing patterns along her back that might have contained the letters n, i, c, e, but he wasn’t paying attention. “I’m sorry—the overworked-minimum-wage thing doesn’t do it for you? Shocking…” he replied wryly, a smirk curling across his face.

It was good being close to him, watching him so near to her, feeling his breath on her skin again and the weight of his arm over her body. When she settled with the amount of contact she had, she pushed for more, the arm that was draped over his waist shifted so her fingers brushed over the back of his head, running through his hair. It was getting longer. How long had it been since he'd had a haircut? She smirked a little as she brushed his hair against the grain. She'd never done this. Maybe she'd gripped his short lengths when he was eating her out before- but she'd never enjoyed the sensation before. "On the contrary. It does all sorts of things. Remind me how much you're paid again...?"

It was easy to get lost in the moment; the familiar teasing, the rush of being this close kindling sensations both remembered and new. “Oh does it?” Nate drawled back with amusement, playing into the game, “…do feel free to elaborate…”

And then Xi’s hand slipped up into his hair, pulling right through his kryptonite spot, and Nate fucking whined; his body moved against hers outside of his conscious control and he shivered, his mind completely whiting out for a couple seconds before he realized what he was doing. Fuck. His eyes snapped open and he stilled and tensed, knowing he’d just fucked this all up. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I—fuck, I really didn’t mean to—I wasn’t trying to, uh—shit, I’m really sorry…” He shifted away a bit and dragged his hands over his face, hoping to god Xi didn’t notice the abrupt rush of blood that had shifted downward and clearly was preventing his brain from functioning, like, at all. So much for fucking self-control.

After a full minute of silently ruminating on what an idiot he was, Nate finally offered, “…do you want me to leave?”

Xi had never seen Nate like this, melting like literal putty in her hands. She wasn't ready for him to touch her like that, but she didn't have the vocabulary to tell him to get off- nor was she sure she really wanted to. She wet her lips, stilled her hands and waited, frozen. He apologised and xi closed her eyes for a moment, steadying her breathing. She could say it was okay, apologise for getting too handsy and winding him up when she clearly didn't want to follow through. That would be the decent thing to do. She'd done a lot of apologising lately.

But that wasn't her. She didn't apologise. Nor did Nate, actually. The begging and the apologising and the whimpers were so unlike him that it left a sour taste in her mouth. 

So, in the interest of pushing through, of becoming closer and closer to herself every day, Xi propped herself up on one elbow, raising a brow at him. "Are you seriously apologising for getting a boner?" She teased, gaze sweeping over his features almost dismissively. Take the bait, nate. Come on. Pretend it's back to normal. "Though this- this grovelling thing. I like that. Maybe you should do more of that."

Nate glanced at her, trying to decide whether or not to trust this reaction. It sounded like a Xi thing to say, basically—except that Nate just knew better now and was aware of her more subtle tells. So he knew she was forcing this, but also that she wouldn’t do that for no reason. 

And Nate was good at playing things off, wasn’t he? An expert, really. Pinnock Deflection Tactics 101. So maybe Xiomara wasn’t supposed to find out about this little weakness, but so what? She didn’t know the why and that’s what mattered. Nate was a well-known sexual deviant and surely Xi would just think this was part of that persona and not the gooey, needy reality that lurked beneath it. Nate was already good at pretending that person didn’t exist and he could do it again. 

Maybe this was just how things had to be, with them, for now; tire away at slowly breaking down walls and finally make a crack in one, just for three more to shoot up in its place. Even if Nate knew and truly believed that Xiomara wouldn’t do the one thing he feared; she wouldn’t pocket his every weak spot and vulnerability, she wouldn’t catalog and exploit them just to turn around and abandon him when he became inconvenient, like Isaac had done. Xi wouldn’t do that; they were in this together—she had proven it, and Nate had proven it. That much was solid and reliable and real. 

But there were things they weren’t ready for. Nate wasn’t ready to reopen fresh wounds, and Xi definitely wasn’t ready to handle anything that wasn’t light and feathery and lukewarm. She didn’t need all his bullshit right now, and he was willing to pretend for her. 

So Nate put on a smirk. “Merely a formality…” he drawled exaggeratedly, resting his hands behind his head in pantomime of cocky-Nathaniel-Pinnock, which is what it seemed like Xi wanted. His eyes flickered to hers, playful and without any real intent behind them; just for show. “Mm, yes, I do recall you preferring people on their knees…”

It was almost too comforting to see him like that, hands behind his head, teasing her like they were back in his dorm room again. She knew it wasn't real. It was setting them back, especially after how hard they'd worked to break down their bullshit and be real with each other, but Xi clearly wasn't handling it well- and neither was Nate. One corner of her lips twitched up in a smirk as she watched him again, enjoying the way he looked with the reflection of the snow padding against the window. "On their knees, on their back, hands tied up... I'm not fussy," She teased, her arm still draped over his waist, fingers trailing his spine again. "But you... Not sure how I like you best. You know, I was reading the sealed section of Witch Weekly and they were talking about these enchanted cuffs. Impossible to remove, I'm told."

Jesus. Nate’s mouth went a little dry and his smirk widened, but otherwise he didn’t move. “Sounds fun…” Maybe this all would have been much easier if they had never had aggressive hate-sex and the thought of being with her in that way would never legitimately cross Nate’s mind. Well, at least the fact of Xi’s ability to affect his dick had already been acknowledged now and wasn’t really a concern anymore. Not that she didn’t know what she was doing, mind you, but Nate didn’t care that she wouldn’t follow through; if this old familiar song-and-dance of theirs was enough to coax back out that wicked glint in Xiomara’s eyes that Nate had always favored so much, it was hard to remember why they were working so goddamn hard at the honest-and-vulnerable thing…

 But, that was Nate’s dick doing the thinking. He shifted his legs beneath the sheets and said with a wry pointed tone, “…you still reading that rag?” It was a rhetorical question, really; Nate knew Xi kept up with all the major media outlets—she had to, if she wanted to be a journalist worth a dime. She kept most of it from Nate, thoughtfully—though he had seen a slightly-scorched copy of Witch Weekly with Isaac’s face on it when he was taking out the trash last week, which had brought Nate an unmitigated amount of delight. He wondered vaguely if she was keeping the rest of them stashed somewhere in this very room. 

Xi couldn’t help but give a wry grin at his reaction. This was almost too comfortable, settling into the way things had been. The way he shifted under the sheets, knowing she would know exactly why he moved. The way his Adam’s apple looked when he swallowed. “Sure,” She hummed, “It’s not half bad.”

They continued for most of the night, idle teasing here and there, occasionally shifting to lie closer to each other until eventually, in the early hours of the morning. Xiomara and Nate were sharing a pillow, though her head was resting more on his shoulder than anywhere else. Their arms were wrapped around each other, feet and knees touching under the sheets. And for the first time since coming back to England, Xiomara slept deeply.

[wolf-with-no-pelt]

The Disturbance of Love *Pt.2

                                                   Mood Music

There had been no real intention for a charity event when she’d spoken to Julius, but in hindsight it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. She had watched Mrs. McGrath create dozens of events for her father over the years. Her mother hadn’t had much interest.

Flicking through different events coordinator websites, her phone buzzed, showing a call from Julius’ office. She’d found it online the other day and added it in so that she would know when they did call. Harley let it go to voicemail though. 

They didn’t leave a message.

She sank further into the large bathtub, bubbles swirling around her shoulders. It was a little late for a call from his office. Likely the secretary.

Twirling a damp strand of hair around her finger, she glanced through the open door of the opulent bathroom to look at the painting she’d bought.

The Disturbance of Romance had been delivered that morning. Normally, she wasn’t into paintings, but this one had been expensive. So she might as well put it on display to enjoy. She couldn’t tell if she liked it yet, however.

The background was crimson, but the focus was on the two wispy, ethereal forms done in shades of black. At first glance, it appeared abstract - but looking at the painting further revealed the two silhouettes. Masculine and feminine. The man’s hand was wrapped around the female’s throat; she had her hand through the man’s chest where his heart was.

It took time to see it, but once it was noticed it was hard to miss.

The buzzing of her phone called her back to the present. Another call from the same number. She let the call to voicemail again. They still didn’t leave a message.

She could just plan the event herself. Decision made, she left the comfort of the bath and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel before padding to the mirror. Tonics and serums littered the countertop, a well as the jewelry she had chosen for the dinner Julius was going to invite her to, tonight.

There were times the prospect of dolling herself up was almost tiring. But then she remembered she was a Maddox and there was work to be done.

The third call came just after she finished putting on her lipstick. She didn’t recognize the number this time. 

Harley let it ring until the last moment before answering. “This is Harley Maddox speaking.”

“Miss Maddox. This is Julius. I was trying to get ahold of you earlier.” He paused and she could hear his smile through the phone. “I wanted to ask you to dinner.”

“Oh, that was you calling?” Harley leaned closer to the mirror to swipe her finger along her lip, ensuring her lipstick was neat.

“I’m sorry, I was a little tied up.”

“If you’re free now, perhaps you’d be willing to join me for dinner downstairs?”

She let a beat of silence stretch on before responding. “I was actually considering checking out something in the area tonight. Know anything good?”

“I know several great places in the area. What are you in the mood for?”

Straightening, she tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder, pretending to consider the possibilities. Letting him wonder if she would agree at all.

“Surprise me.”

The first date was an ordinary dinner. A luxurious place with the kind of menu with dishes that were hard to pronounce. She wore a dress in his favorite color again. She also let him order for her, and they talked about his work. He wanted to come into her hotel room after, but she left him at the door without a kiss.

Julius wanted to take her out again the next night, but she deferred on grounds of being busy with other things. He sent her white roses. She gave him points for trying, even though her favorite was dahlias.

She agreed to a second date a week later. Just long to make him question whether or not she was truly interested. They visited an art gallery and she held him out with a business deal - a contracted wanted to back out - but she convinced him not to.

The third date was a bar. More laid back and relaxed. After, his driver took them back to the resort and they went dancing at the nightclub on the rooftop. Still no invitation into her room, or a kiss.

The fourth date was the important one. They went on a cruise in the Emerald Coast, on his personal yacht. He sent her a diamond bracelet to wear while they spent the weekend on the water.

“Harley does charity work. She’s going to have an event soon, in fact.” Julius touched her knee under the table. 

She sipped her wine. “Well, things are still in the planning stages, so soon is relative. It’s going to be the first one ever, so we’re working out the kinks.” 

The hour was late, but this was the goal. Had been, since she’d come across Julius Locke. He had a vast amount of wealth, but he also had contacts. Two of which were dining with them under the night sky. All of which could use a little good publicity from a charity function. They could all help each other.

“What’s it about?” Randolph, an Olde Watch military man prompted with a wave of his hand that stirred cigar smoke around him. Next to him, Kendrick finished his food and wiped his mouth, turning his gaze to her.

All eyes were on her, exactly as she liked it. “It’s called The Broken Feather Fellowship. Myself and two others founded it. Guadalupe, Surrey and myself spearhead everything.” She studied the men with her, each in turn. “It’s a deeply personal charity, near and dear to our hearts.”

This was the tricky part. Since the PR issues the Garou had suffered, she had to choose her words carefully.

“We work to conserve wolves and protect their natural habitats.” 

Julius looked interested, all of a sudden.

“Regular wolves or...?” Kendrick asked. A slimy, sleaze ball of a Peuchen who had a certain delight of scaled forms. He had an oily way about him that she wasn’t a fan of.

“Regular wolves. We figure the others are smart enough to take care of themselves. And, everyone hates on wolves. But they’re amazing, regal creatures and are a necessity to the environment.” Key words - all things that rich people liked to hear about a charity. Nothing else really mattered, not with these sorts - they were happy enough to sign the check and get their good publicity.

“My wife loves events like that. Why don’t you send us an invitation?” Randolph finished his drink, glancing at his watch.

“I would be thrilled to do so,” Harley said. “I would absolutely love to meet your wife.” She set her hand over Julius’ as it crept up her thigh, hidden by the table. “Not to mention, while you’re doing a great service, the write-offs are fabulous.” The last part was directed too Kendrick.

He grinned at her, flashing perfect white teeth. “Here.” Reaching into his wallet, he slid a card over to her. It was his business card, for a security consultant firm. 

Julius had certainly chosen the perfect clients.

His gaze was on her, searing in its bright glow. She tucked the card into the breast pocket of her filmy white shirt, where the white gold of her wolf’s head brooch sat above it.

“Leave a message with my secretary and we can work something out.” Kendrick added.

Two significant backers in the course of a single evening. Three, if she counted Julius. He had more to offer, though. 

“Perfect, you’re a treasure. The girls will be delighted.” The men didn’t care about anything she had to say really, so when the conversation drifted she let it go.

“Thank you for earlier, with Randolph and Kendrick.” Hours later, she stood outside of her little room on the yacht, with Julius. She toyed with the lapel of his shirt, before glancing up into his eyes. They were brilliant in the darkness surrounding them, like pits of fire. It was almost sickening to stare into them.

The soft touch of his hand cupping her cheek startled her. “You’re more than welcome Harley. I want your event to be amazing.” Something about his words felt too slick, and she glanced away.

He forced her head back with a light grip, until their eyes connected again. She forgot the way his eyes glowed with an inhuman light, or the roll of disgust it caused. 

She felt like there was more on her script to say, but it was hard to remember what it was as she leaned in to kiss Julius suddenly. She hadn’t meant to do it, but she forgot why not.

The connection released a storm of amorous kisses with teeth that grazed skin, Julius’ hands slithering down her body until they found the curve of her hips. Gripping tight and pushing her against him flush as the two of them crashed back into the door of her room. She painted a touch against the tattoos of his throat, curling into his hair while she swept over the door in a hunt for the doorknob. 

A reckless abandon of desire and need smoked through her with the intensity of a wildfire, pulse quickened to a hum as she stumbled back when the door popped open.

“Harley.” The growl of her name in her ear hit her like a car crash, lighting her up with a feverish heat. 

He caught her, sweeping a hand under her knees to send her falling into his arms as he carried her to the bed.

Distantly, she knew this wasn’t going right, but she was powerless against the blaze of his green eyes.

[lonelypond]

Moonlight Becomes You: Apocalypse Midnight Dance Party, Ch. 12

Love Live/Love Live Sunshine, NozoEli, KanaMari, NicoMaki, YohaMaru, 2.6K, 12/?

Summary: PARTY

And We Dance

Time Stamp: In the future the liberals want, as Dia Kurosawa wings across the Pacific enroute to an angelic encounter

Riko hated the initial surge of jealousy she got every time she and Sarah were invited to stay at the Kurosawa Malibu estate. She and Sarah had chosen to make LA their base, while Ruby and Leah spent most months in Japan. And when Ruby and Leah were actually in LA, Sarah and RIko just temporarily moved into the Malibu mansion so the Kazuno sisters could spend as much time as possible together and the Ruby-Leah duo could record without too much discomfort to the reclusive Ruby. Ruby’s mothers had built a state of the art recording studio on the grounds soon after their marriage and kept it updated as their careers merged.

The house was huge and gorgeous and well lit and had so many cozy romantic nooks it was practically a honeymoon getaway, except for the occasional interruption by Leah, who was literally the grumpy little sister third wheel. And sometimes, while sitting on a couch that cost a year’s worth of hit song royalties, Riko would get a twinge of envy, glance at Sarah, see the same echoed in her eyes, and then they’d both laugh. One of the things they’d initially bonded over was how callow they’d both been as teenagers, how selfish. To catch a flare of that now, just made Riko grateful for what she’d built for herself, a loving relationship, a successful, award winning career, and a cozy condo that required very little upkeep.

Restless tonight, Riko was wandering, mint tea in hand, staring at the Pacific, fuzzy oversized robe wrapped around sister friendly pajamas.

“PIGLI!” Ruby’s squeal of distress sounded and the tiny, cute redhead fell off the couch. Riko rushed to her side, mug left in front of the fire.

“I’m so sorry, Ruby. Are you all right?” Riko knelt near Ruby, careful not to encroach too much but ready to help.

Ruby nodded, shivering, accepting Riko’s touch. Sometimes, Riko thought, she was more like a small animal than a person, especially when startled. So unlike her parents, it was kind of amazing that they were...Riko shook her head at that segue, staying focused on Ruby. Riko had never made an effort to meet Ruby’s super famous mothers, for fear the blushing at the memory of the doujins she’d worn out during her teenage years would never stop.

Ruby sighed. Riko wondered if she should get Leah as she helped Ruby back to the sofa.

“Ruby had a nightmare.” Ruby’s childish way of referring to herself had somehow become endearing. And the fans adored her for it.

“Yeah, me too.” Riko sighed and sat down, “The world ended in flames, what was yours?”

Ruby yelped again and hid behind a pillow while Riko swallowed a curse. Wry was not a mood for a 3 a.m. session comforting your boss.

“I’m sure angels will save us.” Riko smiled.

“Okay.” Ruby looked confused.

“Want to talk about it?”

Ruby shrugged, “My sis is flying tonight. Ruby's just worried.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Riko stared longingly at her mug, across the room, but she didn’t want to disturb Ruby again. “And it’ll be nice for you to see her, right?”

More nodding.

“Want some hot chocolate? I think I saw some in the kitchen earlier.”

“Momma always keeps a stash for Eli.”

Another casual reference to a celebrity. Eli Ayase, now ran her own internationally renowned Legends of Dance festival, after a late leap into fame. The amount of talent and star power Ruby had grown up with, it was no wonder she had ended up in the entertainment business. But her shyness had made it a huge surprise to her parents, who had disappeared into seaside Japan with their family when Ruby started having panic attacks on their tours at the age of 2. Because family mattered more than anything. Friends and family were always Ruby’s first concern and that fit perfectly with the close bond the Kazuno sisters shared. It created a nice bubble of cozy around Riko, who had spent her youth with only the piano and yuri manga for company. Collaborating so easily with her girlfriend and the cutest idol duo on the charts made up for a lot of struggles.

 BACK TO THE NOW

Yoshiko leaping, Yohane’s wings stretching upward, the shimmery, wavering layers of celestial spectrums opening above her, but weighting her, between her fingers, burning her hands, was the world, all of it, everyone, eyes and mouths open, billions of voices, every scream, Yohane looked down, she knew never to look down, but what surely be a mortal weakness tempted her and with horror, she saw the world slip out of her grasp, dropping, dropping to a dark dark doom.

Cold sweat, Yoshiko flew off her bed, literally, raised arm connecting with the ceiling before she came fully back to her senses. Alone, her bedroom, where was Hanamaru? Drifting back down, Yoshiko wrapped the blanket around her shivering shoulders, reading the note on Hanamaru’s pillow.

“Love,

Mari’s going to help You so I’m going along. I hope to be home before you have to read this. You really do look like an angel when you’re asleep.

‘Maru…”

Yoshiko closed her eyes. If she concentrated, maybe she could reach to her wife.

###

Pacing. Nico was going to be here soon, the ocean was in waves crashing mode, and through the open windows, Maki could see Mari and Kanan waltzing around the pool table. Waltzing? What the hell kind of thing was that to do? Especially to the playlist Maki had locked the sound system on. Did Nico dance? Who would lead? Is asking that question a reason you shouldn’t get to lead, Maki wondered. She threw out her arms, imagining Nico there, close to her, sliding in step, one, two, three...she’d taken dance lessons so long ago, just a couple for all the formal parties her parents had ‘encouraged’ her to attend. But she’d avoided the dance floor at all cost, unless her father insisted. Now that she was no longer a student, Maki’s family compromise was to attend the annual Nishikino Holiday Ball, but to limit her socializing to a favorite cousin and dragging Rin and Hanayo along. Hanayo loved celebrity spotting, but Rin was usually just as bored as Maki so they would throw things in the direction of any unattended punch bowls and dis the music choices. If Maki’s parents ever found out about that, they’d probably put her in charge of the playlist, but they seemed to be viewing the DJ business as a temporary vacation before med school.

Car lights. Maki felt a sudden fizz of excitement. Two sets? Was Nico being followed? Oh, maybe Nozomi drove her own car. That would make sense, everyone could leave at...Maki cast a frowning glance back at the house, surely Ohara and her cohort and maybe even the cop could be sent on their way, especially if she had Nico to back her up, surely Nico would back her up on that...but Nico had brought Eli along, did Nico actually want to party, or did she just not want to leave Eli alone. Was Eli going to...Maki started to jog toward the garage. Should she have removed breakables? Could she have just a minute to talk to Nico ALONE. Eli could break everything in the house if Maki could just manage that.

###

Yoshiko was in the air, again, blinking, and when gravity rediscovered her, she plunged, much like Dia, had, into water. But this was cold cold water, with the hard push of the tide trying to wash her away from the shore. The house Yohane had missed was lit at the top of a hill like a golden temple to sharp and terrible modern gods, all angles and glass. Yoshiko found her footing and pushed against the tide toward the shore, her eyes picking out a rock stairs leading to the temple where Hanamaru was a temporary goddess. Stomping did little to cut the shivers as Yoshiko climbed from the beach, fanning and flapping her wings while still out of sight of the house. Gnarled trees added an eerie air to the second part of the climb and Yoshiko felt a bounce in her step cut through the time lag nightmare sleepiness. Hanamaru was obviously being held in this dire fortress above against her will, by the very people who threatened their future, and Yohane, Yohane was going to sweep in and rescue the damsel...she would just have to remember not to tell Hanamaru she’d thought that, or Hanamaru would start to smoke at the nostrils a little and that might lead to property damage. Yoshiko, wings folded neatly into the ether just a step outside this world, continued the climb to her quest.

###

Maki managed to get out a “hi” when Nico stepped out of her car, but then there was Eli and Nozomi and…Maki couldn’t help but grimace.

Nico sighed and then winked, “Why don’t you point Eli and Nozomi in the direction of wherever the invasion is and then help Nico with this food.”

“You bought food?” Maki tried to lean into the car and sniff, but a window got in her way. Nico shook her head at Maki’s eagerness and reached for the door handle. Door handle, of course. Still stumbling, even standing still, Maki’s inner monologue grumbled. But Nico was here. And Maki didn’t have to go anywhere.

“How’s the party so far?” Nico put a stack of storage things in Maki’s hands.

Maki frowned, “They’re waltzing.”

“Waltzing?”

Maki leaned in the doorway, allowing Nico to pause and appreciate the view. Maki was wearing stylish yet slouchy olive sweats, a tight white t-shirt surprisingly lacking any graphics, and an olive Jeep cap pushed halfway back on her head with a rainbow dagger pin. “I locked Ohara out of the house sound system…” Maki chuckled, “and just put in a loop of John Cage pieces and they’re waltzing. Keeping a pretty steady beat too. If I weren’t so aggravated I’d be impressed.” Maki scratched her cheek, forcing her fingers to stay away from twirls of hair, “Do you waltz?”

Nico had started to bluff and bluster something about whoever John Cage was, but Maki’s question stopped her. “Waltz? Like La La Land?”

“Sure.” Maki blushed, looking away. ”I was thinking Cinderella.”

Nico was feeling more comfortable. “Waltzing is no problem for Nico. No problem at all. Nico is S U A V E and smooth on her feet. Impressing your average fairy godmother all the time.”

Maki glanced at her watch, “We could waltz to John Cage’s 4 33. I can hum it.”

Nico heard an edge of mischief in Maki’s voice and wondered exactly what the DJ was planning. But Nico was willing to go along. Leave the dishes on the hood of the car, arms open, step toward Maki, feel warmer when the redhead maneuvers herself so Nico’s hands hovered over her hips...Nico raised one hand and caught Maki’s, eyes widening at the burst of warmth as their palms brushed.

“Music, maestro.” Nico declared.

Nico found herself staring deeply into warmth, a lovely layered amethyst shades with an inviting openness and iridescence rarer than abalone. Movement brought Nico’s glance down as Maki pursed her lips and Nico remembered how close she’d gotten in the cabana. Nico could feel the gentle touch of Maki’s breath, but heard nothing and found herself stumbling as she tried to remember if a waltz was 1 2 3 or 1 2 3 4.

Nico stepped back, “It’s not fair to just hum the song to yourself.”

“I’m not.” Maki looked way too pleased.

Nico’s arms crossed, “You ask Nico to dance to a song and then don’t sing it…”

Maki’s eyebrows shot up and both hands went to her neck, ruffling through her hair. “It’s just...John Cage…” Maki closed her eyes and spoke rapidly, “it’s ambient sound, experiemental….you can use any instrument, you just don’t play it for 4 minutes and 33 seconds. It’s a brilliant alternate perspective on the meaning of performance. ”

“You don’t play. And that’s the song?” Nico spoke carefully. “It’s not a prank?”

Maki opened her eyes and nodded, refusing to look directly at Nico.

“What else did this genius write?” Nico was not thrilled.

“One of his pieces was whatever was playing on 12 radios. He thought listening was more important than creating.” Maki snorted, unable to keep the gleeful mischief from sparkling in her eyes. “They’re probably into Roaratoria by now. That’s an hour of Dublin street noise, with Cage reading some James Joyce lines.”

Nico blinked and a low chuckle started. “Ohara must really be aggravating you.”

“She is.”

Nico’s arm suddenly looped around Maki’s waist and the taller woman found herself grabbing Nico’s shoulders as she regained her balance. Nico took that opportunity to breathe into Maki’s ear, “Next time you want to waltz, Nico picks the music, okay.” And as soon as she felt Maki steady, Nico released her hold.

“Okay.” Maki managed not to sound as shaky as her breathing felt.

“Good.” Nico picked up the food, “Let’s join this party.”

###

Nozomi had always appreciated dance but she had rarely had the opportunity to appreciate it this closely. After walking into a truly bizarre audioscape, with a male voice chanting lines in the midst of seemingly random street noises, and seeing Kanan and Mari bowing themselves out of a dance while You lounged on a couch looking bored, Nozomi was ready for anything. And then something truly marvelous happened: Eli took the spotlight.

“Ah, Kanan, now you really have a partner.” Mari indicated Eli with a flourish.

Amused, Kanan shook her head at her wife, who clapped the heels of her hands emphatically, and then shrugged at Eli, “How’s your Irish reel?”

To answer, Eli stretched her right foot out and tapped it on the ground, stepped it behind her, stretched out her left leg and repeated the motion. The audio hit a noisy patch and Kanan was suddenly promonading toward Eli with a challenge. The blonde reached her hand up and caught Kanan’s, Eli twirling, and then both women were facing their audience, reel steps impossibly fast as the noises biggened, birds calling to each other as Kanan and Eli turned again, knees pumping, legs a controlled force that could possibly have splintered the floor but for a shared sense of gentle glory as the dancers approached each other again. You whistled. Nozomi felt a little weak in the knees, and sat on the nearest chair, and Mari, Mari flung out her hands, threw back her head, and marched right in, pulling Kanan into a deep kiss. Eli, with a slight grin, continued the dance as Maki and Nico walked through the door, carrying food.

“That’s not waltzing.” Nico grumped, “Maki said waltzing.”

“No, it’s an Irish reel.” Eli announced as she promenaded in Nico’s direction, her toes and knees intricate pistons making their own fluidity out of the jumble of a raucous Dublin street scape. Nico dropped the food on the table, and shadowed Eli’s movements, laughing, as she caught Eli’s delight.

Before Maki could decide if she was upset about Nico dancing away from her, thunder crashed through the room, the lights flickered bright, then died, and in the darkness, a deep voice boomed.

“Cower Before Yohane, miscreants.”

A mouth that sounded full of pastry replied, “Turn the lights back on, zura.”

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Widomauk Week 2019

Day 3- Tarot

Coincidentally, also a modern au! Because thats just kind of what I like to write

(Discussion of sex)

The day had been one of those achingly rare ones, the ones that were empty of any work, any responsibilities, any duties. A day where Caleb had been entirely at his own mercy with no classes or papers due in anytime soon. Just a long, yawning day for him to fill with whatever he liked.

Not long ago, the idea of a day like that would have set his nerves jangling and shrieking like alarm bells. He’d once hated having nothing to do, nothing to keep his hands busy and his mind from straying to places he didn’t want it to go. A year ago, upon finding himself in a position like this, he would have either scavenged some classwork or studying to do, desperately clawing for an assigned purpose, or sunk into a depression that he might not have got himself out of for a week.

But things were different now, so different that Caleb had to wonder sometimes if he’d woken up as someone entirely new one day and just not realised it. Someone who smiled and slept more than three hours a night, someone who talked with others and only spent a few days with a roiling stomach ache brought on by anxiety. And even then, when he did feel like that, he would simply go and tell one of his friends and they would sit with him and help him remember that it would only ever be temporary.

And then one of his friends had become something more, something he’d truly never thought he’d ever have.

On his one, rare day off, Mollymauk had woken him well past sunrise with gentle kisses pressed to the nape of his neck and arms wrapping around his middle. Sleepy, gentle sex had followed without neither of them having to say a word, only giggling and trading a good morning back and forth once the two of them were panting, rumpled and sweating slightly. A late breakfast, kisses that tasted of chocolate and coffee on the threadbare second hand couch, a shared shower that went about the way you’d expect, a movie down at the theatre that neither of them particularly wanted to see but still managed to laugh all the way through by whispering comments to each other, all this went by with no effort at all. Not a single second did Caleb spend as prey to his own thoughts, worrying about things he should be doing or why there wasn’t anything he should be doing. The day was warm and bright for the verge of winter, Mollymauk’s hand was in his own and there was no reason to be afraid.

Now the long, warm day had turned into a chilly dusk that felt like it had no end, just a cool purple haze the two of them had sunken into like flies in amber. The thick curtains in Molly’s room kept out the worst of the cold that came along with the settling night while not losing the thick, orange light of the sunset. It made the whole room, with its deep purples and dark blues and gold highlighting, come to life with some strange ethereal warmth like they were in the sunset itself.

Caleb lay sprawled on Molly’s bed with one of his pillows propping up his chin. Every so often he’d bury his nose in it and inhale as deep as he possibly could, smelling his boyfriend’s cologne and the mango shampoo he’d been favouring lately and the lavender oil he rubbed onto his horns before bed. Just as Mollymauk was half a hundred colours, he was half a hundred scents as well and Caleb was determined to memorise them all.

Molly was sat on the floor, his battered old keyboard across his knees, scratching idly at the marker pen scrawling he’d done and redone over and over so he’d know which key was which note. His journal was open and some notes were scratched into it but they were the first few hesitant steps into unknown ground, nothing that was really at a good, solid run yet. He was picking some little riffs out here and there but most of it was a lot of frowning and scrawling in his books. Caleb knew Molly’s process by now, it would be a lot of this, a lot of huffing and fussing and smoking joints and melodrama until he worked the song out of his system. But Caleb always got the sense that Molly rather liked this part, he liked playing the tortured artist. And in the end the song would be wonderful, his usual mix of bittersweet and esoteric and otherworldly. . Molly just didn’t seem to remember that part right now.

“You need to take a break,” Caleb observed from the pillow.

“Why?” Molly craned his neck back to look at him upside down, “Because everything I’ve ever written sucks ass and my dreams of being a musician are completely futile?”

Caleb tried to hide the fact that the corners of his mouth were twitching upwards, “No. Don’t put your writer’s block’s words in my mouth.”

“It’s true,” Molly grumbled, turning back to the keyboard and walking his fingers across it to make a frustrated, discordant tune.

Caleb shuffled forward enough that he could kiss the top of Molly’s head. His hair had been getting very long lately, growing out of the undercut he used to keep it in. He’d spoken wistfully the other night of having hair right down to his waist.

“You’re trying to force it and it’s getting you all knotted up,” he observed sagely, “It’s like when I learn a new spell, happens every time. You get so frustrated when it doesn’t work after a hundred times but once you let go of that and turn away from it, it takes hold.”

Molly grunted, leaning back into his embrace, “Quit being so wise or you’re gonna make me admit you’re right.”

Caleb laughed at that, reaching down to bat the keyboard off his knees, “Come up here with me. A watched pot never boils and all that.”

“Sounds like a good way to burn my apartment down,” Molly hummed but he clambered up on his bed all the same.

For a little while all they did was enjoy their closeness, Molly’s hands on Caleb’s waist, Caleb’s face resting in the crook of Molly’s neck. He could remember a time when he’d flinch away from any kind of touch like this, like if anyone’s fingertips so much as brushed him, they’d see he wasn’t really there and the illusion would be broken. But since they’d found each other, he’d become a glutton for it, for feeling someone else’s hair tickling his nose, hearing a soft, gentle breath in his ear.

Until Molly broke apart, eyes shining in that way they did when he’d seized on a potentially wonderful, potentially destructive idea.

“Let’s play a card game to pass the time!”

Caleb tilted his head, “I kind of thought we were working our way towards a different activity…”

“Oh, we’ll fuck, don’t worry,” Molly laid a soothing hand on his boyfriend’s arm, “But this will make it even more fun!”

Caleb leaned back, curiosity sparked. Molly’s homebrewed card games were usually amazing and usually involved the revealing of scandalous secrets.

And after Molly had eagerly withdrawn his favourite tarot deck from his desk drawer and explained the rules, in a tone that made it sound like he was definitely making this up on the spot, Caleb saw that this one would be no different.

A question on the deck. Players withdrew two cards. Lower value card meant you had to answer the question. And from the way his red eyes narrowed and his tail lashed, Caleb knew the nature of those questions.

“Sounds fun,” he grinned, lying back on the pillows, letting the oversized shirt he was wearing ride up just a little. Two could play at that game.

“Nice easy one to start off with,” Molly declared, setting the cards, neatly shuffled, between them on Caleb’s discarded book like an island in the inky sea of his bedsheets, “Who was your first?”

Caleb snorted, “You already know that.”

“Hence why it’s easy,” Molly retorted, stretching out with an effortless laziness. He was wearing one of Caleb’s shirts as well, with boxer shorts that barely qualified as such given how small they were, showing off majority of his long tattooed legs.

“Okay, okay…”

Caleb drew the second card, Molly drew the sixth. He grinned wickedly as he showed off The Lovers.

“Appropriate,” Caleb smirked, “Alright. As you well know, my first was my roommate from boarding school when I was seventeen. Percy.”

“Come on, you can’t be that stingy with the details!”

Caleb huffed out a laugh, “There aren’t really that many! Pretty standard missionary under his blanket in bed, terrified the whole time that we’d get caught. It was the time after in the library that’s really good…”

“Wait, what?” Molly sat bolt upright, eyes shining, “Spill it!”

Caleb merely shrugged with exaggerated innocence, sliding his card back into the deck, “Not part of the question, is it?”

“Asshole!” Molly declared, surging forward into the next round with renewed eagerness, “Next question, where’s the wildest place you’ve ever had sex?”

“Don’t I ever get to pick the question?”

“I have decided no, on the grounds that you are an asshole.”

Caleb chortled when Molly drew the sixth and he drew the eighteenth.

The tiefling shrugged carelessly, “It’s fine. Weirdest place I’ve ever had sex…probably in the bathroom of the pizza place on Sixth street.”

Caleb had to splutter a little at that, “No way, really? And you go back there?”

“I never said I got caught,” Molly points out, wagging his finger, “And when the hot half elf you’re seeing takes you out dancing with a vibrating plug in you, you’ll have sex anywhere, believe me.”

“We are never going back there…”

“Why? It’s got the best pizza.”

They traded back and forth like this for a while, until their throats were raspy from laughing and their jaws sore from grinning. Caleb quickly realised his stories were never going to be as exciting or varied as Mollymauk’s but he did get to tell him the story of the time he sucked Percy’s dick in the book stacks of their school’s library. That had made Molly fidget and purr excitedly, pressing his thighs together as his ears picked up.

The two of them were teetering on the edge of scattering the cards to the floor and making a new story to tell later but Caleb was desperate to get at least one question in. Finally, Molly relented, admitting that the library study was good enough to earn him the right.

Caleb’s hand hovered over the deck, fingers twitching as he thought. What was the one thing he wanted to know more than anything?

Eventually what came out of his mouth was, “What does sex feel like? With the person you’re with now, I mean.”

Mollymauk blinked, his smile softening. He took a card gladly.

On the count of three, they turned them over and then burst out in bewildered laughter. They both held card number six. Though Caleb’s had a clearly different design from the other cards in the deck, they both held some image of two people entwined in each other, two sets of Lovers.

“This is what you get for having an addiction to buying tarot cards, I guess,” Molly shrugged helplessly.

“And for never keeping your stuff neat,” Caleb added, tucking some hair behind his ear, “You go first, though. Because it was my question.”

Molly nodded, thinking for a while, choosing his words carefully. He’d been fidgeting all the way through the game but now he was still, not even his tail twitching in its usual restless way. He looked out of the window as he thought, out into the nearly night.

The stars were coming out, one by one, finding their way through the sunset.

“Having sex with you feels like…it feels like I’ve finally found something I didn’t even know I was looking for. Something that was missing with everyone before. There’s just this piece of it finally in place, its whole, it’s complete…and that’s how I know you’re the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Caleb took a deep breath. He had to get through his answer quickly before he either burst into tears or pinned Mollymauk to the bed or both.

“Being with you makes me realise I deserve to be happy. Because you look at me and you touch me and you kiss me and…and even the parts of me that are small and sad and broken can’t deny how much you love me. And if that’s true then I must deserve it. I must deserve you.”

Molly’s hand had slid into his own after just a few words, holding tight like an anchor. Then it was his lips, as soon as the words left him. The pillows rushed up to meet them as Molly’s tail wrapped around his leg and his mouth found its way past the shirt he wore to the flushed, prickling skin underneath.

The cards fell to the floor, as unnoticed and unremarked as night finally taking hold outside. They forgot the game and left the points not noted, leaving their paper lovers to their own carefully inked embraces.  

It had been a very, very good day.

[dacresslut]

Back off - chapter five

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: IN THIS EPISODE OF “Back off”: Date night! First dates can ether go really great or very bad. Will the readers first date with the sex god Billy Hargrove go well? Or will the night turn sour? FIND OUT NEXT!

Warnings: fluff, light smut, swearing, and angst. Lots and lots of angst.

Word count: 3,065 (long one for y’all)

A/N: I’m baaaaaack! And hopefully not staying gone! I’m starting chapter six ASAP! This one is a gooooood one! And I’d like to give a special thanks to @dacremontgomerylover for all the help and love, she’s so amazing. Love you girl💕

Sunday came and gone, you talked to Billy for about 10 mins. And it consisted of him saying it was dinner and a movie. Which was so cliche, but you loved it. “I’ll pick you up at seven, right?” His low voice filled your ear.

“Seven sounds good to me, Hargrove.” Biting your lips as he chuckled through the phone.

“See you at school, babydoll. Dream about me.”

“You wish.” Hanging up the phone, rolling on to your back, staring at the ceiling, smiling harder than ever before. Until you heard a knock on the door.

”Hey sweetheart.” your door opens up slowly, hearing your father’s voice made your head pop up.

”Dad!” you go and hug him, his arms wrap around you. ”how was the trip?” you pulled away, not wanting to be touched for too long.

”Fun and informational. How was holding up the fort?” he smiled down at you, and you gave him a sweet smile.

”Boring, it wasn't the same without you here.” You pat his arm, walking past him. ”did you get KFC?”

”How could I forget?” he says as you both head down the stairs, you make your way to the bucket of chicken, and fixings. You almost had the balls to tell your family about your date with Billy Hargrove tomorrow. But you held your tongue. And family dinner went on as normal.

When Monday morning came, doing the daily routine. You rushed the twins, trying to get to school faster. To see Billy’s perfect face. Bouncing your leg in the back of the car, you anxiously waited. ”see you after school, guys!” you said to them, and took off towards his blue Camaro.

The twins watch closely as you are escorted into the school by Billy Hargrove. Once you two are out of view of the twins, he slaps your ass once. You chuckled but swatted his hand away. ”quit.”

”make me.” he slaps your butt again, but a little bit harder. You glare at him, then swinging your hand back to smack his perfect ass. The hallway filled with the sound of smack! Really making a scene now. Everyone was staring at Billy and you flirt. ”hey now! That hurt you little shit!” he laughs, and chases after you as run away from him. You screamed as he catches you from behind, spinning you around. Girls were getting jealous of you, getting all the attention from the famous Billy.

As he put you down, you fixed your shirt. ”get to class, Hargrove,” you say then stick your tongue out at him.

”Save that for tonight, babe.” he winked at you, then blowing a kiss at you. Rolling your eyes, heading to class. Daydreaming about Billy all day, until Gym class rolled around. Where you got to see him, you stretch your muscles out as you see Billy taking off his shirt. He was looking right at you as he did so. All the girls sigh in delight as he shows off his perfect body. But his eyes were only on you, still soaking up the attention.

You get on the court, Steve has the ball, dribbling it towards the hoop, where Billy was guarding. Steve tried to push towards the hoop, but Billy was right there to push back. You see talking going on between the two boys. Paying no mind to it, until Steve landed on his back. Try to block Billy but he was to fast, throwing it under his leg, putting it through the hoop.

”Steve!” hearing Nancy yell his name, made you look towards the two walk out of the gym. As Billy took my whole team down. Even you couldn't keep up with him. And that was how the whole class went. Getting your ass handed to you.

”Aw, did I hurt baby's feelings?” Billy said to you as you wipe off your sweaty face, shooting him a glare.

”No, I’ll just tell coach next time that I want you on my team.” Smirking at him as he licks his teeth. He gets close to you and puts his hand on your lower back, pulling you into his chest. That was extremely sweaty. But you didn’t mind.

”I don't do shirts.” he got close to your face, looking at your lips.

”Guess I'll have to be skins then, babe,” you whispered to him, breaking away to walk towards the girl's locker room. All the girls were whispering as you walked in, looking at you. Then giggled. “Y’all got something to say or what?” You confront them, they all look down at their feet and not saying a word. “Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”

[billy’s pov]

(Y/n) said I had to tell the twins before we went on this date. And of course, I wait until the last hour of the day to tell them. “Jack! Daniel!” I yell for them in the hallways.

“Hey, Billy.” They say in unison, fucking twins.

“I wanted to tell you guys something,” I start with, running my fingers over my chin as I think about what to say. “Man to man, I thought you should hear from me instead of someone else.” They both drop their smiles. Giving me a serious look.

“I’m taking your sister out on a date, and before you freak out- I actually really dig her. She’s no one like I’ve ever met before.” They were quiet at first, probably talking telepathically. Jack sighs and nods.

“I’m happy you came and told us first. Would’ve been better to ask for our permission, but better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission.” My whole body relaxes. The twins almost approve. “But you hurt our sister, you deal with all of us.”

“Loud and clear. Thanks, guys. I’ll catch ya later.” I say then walk to go give (y/n) the good news.

[your pov]

We don’t have to hide it anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re shoving your tongue down his throat in the hallways. As the last bell rings, you rush out of class to get to Billy’s car. Seeing him leaning up against his car, smoking a cigarette. You drop your backpack where you stand. Getting a running start, he smirks and braces himself to catch you. Which he successfully does. Spinning you around. You felt so happy, happy with someone. It was a new feeling for you.

“Hello, my pretty girl.” He says as he puts you down, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Since when am I your pretty girl, huh?” Giving him a little attitude. That was your specialty

“Since I stepped foot in this school, that’s when.” He pulls me into his arms, and you rest your head on his chest to listen to his beating heart. Seeing all the people stare, you roll your eyes. Backtracking to get your backpack, he checked you out as you bent over to take it off the ground. Then trying to think of a thought that kills his tent he had going on for you. He was about to walk over to the other side and open the door for you, but you stopped him.

“No need, Hargrove. I don’t need chivalry, I need my bad boy that smokes a pack a day.” You say as you light your cigarette, and get in the car yourself. He stood there, with a smirk on his face, then seeing Max, got a little irritated but kept his cool for you, not wanting to mess it up. She got in through your side, sitting in the back.

“Hey, you! How was school!?” You smiled at her as Billy pulled out of the parking lot. Max smiled at you.

“It was okay, but you know, school sucks either way.” She shrugged her shoulder as you laughed, Billy stayed silent. Trying to drop you as soon as possible. Pulling into your driveway, he leans over, grabbed the back of your neck and pulling you into a rough kiss. You loved it, but not in front of Max, who was completely disgusted. You pushed on his chest.

“Save that for tonight, Casanova.” You smirked and got out of the chair, letting max out to get in front.

“I’ll be here at 7:00, doll!” He yelled to you, “don’t make me wait!” He teased you, but you turned around to flip him off playfully. Walking up the steps, and sighed once you got into the door. Where the twins were waiting for you.

“When were you planning on telling us about Billy?” Dan said with his arms crossed over his chest, giving you a brother look. You roll your eyes as you took off your shoes and put down your backpack.

“I was waiting for Billy to tell you, it would've been a hard no if I asked,” you start heading up the stairs to your room, as the boys just groan. It was worrisome for them, afraid you were going to get your heart broken. Daniel shrugged, drinking his water.

“Just be careful, sister. I don’t want have to use my wrestling moves on him,” you laughed a little, he sets the cup back down on the counter.

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much! Now, I have to get ready for my date,” you say as you make your way towards the stairs.

“Don’t give it up on the first date!” Jack calls out to you, making you roll your eyes on instinct.

“It’ll be none of your business!” You yell back, closing your door. Trying to look perfect for him. Just for him.

Seven rolled around quickly, and you finished your little black dress off with his brown leather jacket that he lends you. It felt right to wear, with the whole outfit. Then you hear a loud roar of a certain Camaro out in the driveway, peaking your head up, you race down the stairs and answer the door before he even has time to knock. “You’re early, I have five minutes,” you raise your eyebrows at him.

“I thought it’d be nice to meet the folks-“ he tries to say but is cut off by the sight of my dad, still in uniform, and gun in tacked.

“One folk, her mother is no longer with us, she would’ve loved to meet you.” Billy stuck his hand out for him to shake, thank the lord, he shook it. “Nice grip,” letting go of his hand. “Now time for ground rules, she’s back by 10:00, on the dot. Not a minute later, or you’re in for a wild ride. No drinking and driving, no drugs, no fast driving, and be very sure I’ll have people watching-“

“Dad, please. I think I know the run down by now. Can I go now?” You pout a little, not really wanting to deal with the whole dad explaining rules.

“I suppose, have fun, be safe, don’t do anything your mother wouldn’t do,” he kissed your forehead and you walked out of the house hand in hand with Billy. He opened the door for you even though you had already told him he didn’t have to. It made you blush the whole way to the restaurant.

After the dinner and the movie, you sat in his car with his hand on your thigh as he drove. “Can you please tell me where we’re going? For all, I know you could be taking me out to my grave that you dug before our date. I noticed you were sweaty-“ billy shot you a look, shutting you up immediately.

“Patience, babe,” he says as he squeezed your thigh. “You’re going to love it.” He brought his hand to the back of your neck to pull you close to his face so he could kiss your cheek.

“Watch the road,” you warned as you returned the kiss. His hand found your thigh again, just a little high this time. Your hand rests on top of his as the ten-minute drive went on. When you got there, it was an open field, you frowned at him. “Okay, really are you going to kill me or-“

“(Y/n), shut your trap about me killing you. You’re watching too many scary movies.” He pulled a soft blanket from the back. “Come on, ya serial killer.” You both got out and he laid the blanket over the hood of the car, lifting you up by your hips onto the car, he followed after. Cuddling close to you, both of you look up at the stars. It was perfect. “I brought you up here because this is the place I come when I need to get away from my house, and I wanted to share it with you.” You peek your head up to look at him as he told you this, smiling a little.

“Does Billy Hargrove have a soft side?” He rolled his eyes, then looking up at you. Brushing your hair behind your ear, his face was serious.

“For you? Definitely.” He leans up to kiss your lips, holding your cheek in his hand. You were right, he was a great kisser. He pushed up more, putting you on your back. You look up at him as he hovered over you, his eyes scan your body. “You look hot in my jacket and on your back, just for me,” his lips were on yours again, rougher this time. Your lips moved with his in perfect harmony, as he laid his body more between your legs, pushing your dress up. His hands find your thighs, pulling the end over your hips, showing off your pink lace underwear. You wanted this, so so badly. You could feel it building up in the pit of your stomach. The want for him.

He pushed his crotch up against your heat, it made you open your mouth more, which gave him the opportunity to slide his cigarette flavored tongue into your mouth, moved it to touch yours in all the right ways. His hard-on made you even more turned on for him, he pulled away and putting his hand between yous, his thumb found your clit over your panties, rubbing it in slow little circles. Your mouth opened a little and small moans came out, “oh shit-“ closing your eyes and tilting your head back as his went faster.

“Look at me, (y/n), or I’ll stop,” he looked down at you with such intensity, he was dead serious. He loved the way you looked while he touched you, he could cum in his pants by just the sight. But he held it back, not wanting to deal with the mess and be embarrassed in front of you.

You looked up at him, “please don’t stop-“ he then smirked and slipped his cold hand on your nub. He was faster and knew how to touch you. Then it hit you, sex. This leads the sex. But this feels so good! Sex must even feel better. But it’s also your first date! but a little longer wouldn’t hurt… your moans got louder, then your climax was close. “Okay, okay! No, stop!” You pushed him off and slide off the car. Fixing your dress, right away. Your legs shook as he slides off the car too, you could see his boner, and it made your legs shake even more.

“Baby- what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough-“ he tried to ask you but your hands reached for his jacket, pulling him closer to you.

“Absolutely not, you’re so good- so so good-“ you take in his scent, looming up at him. “But,” your hand touches his cheek, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, “I’m not going to losing my v-card on the first date, you have to work for that shit.”

He looks at you, but you can’t read his face, “so you’re really going to make me wait? After all that?” He pushes your hand off his face, “why?”

“Why? Are you really asking me why?” The heat starts heading to the tip of your ears, anyone could see the smoke coming from them, “because my mom always told me, I only get this one fucking time, and then it will always be imprinted in the back of my mind. I will always remember it, and I have to trust you still,” tears ran down your cheeks, you were so mad you were crying, this never happens, ripping the blanket off the car, and throwing his jacket at him. “That’s why you fucking asshole,” you turn to him, giving him one chance to save this. Save this possibly great relationship, the great love of your life.

“You can’t trust me? Why would I go out of my way to do all of this, for just a lay? I could get any girl in that fucking school. But I chased you, and trust me, I don’t chase. I’m the one who gets chased, sweetheart-“ Billy’s tone was hurtful, and mean. He fucked it up. The chance was gone.

“Don’t. Save it. Now you don’t have to chase anymore, we’re done. Bring. Me. Fucking. Home.” Your voice was serious and very angry sounding. “Before I steal your fucking car, Billy.”

“Fine, get in the goddamn car then.” He lights up a cigarette and gets in the car. Slamming his door, as do you. The car ride was quiet and tense. You could cut the tension with a knife.

When you got into your driveway, you didn’t say anything to him, even after he calls your name. Trying to fix this, he couldn’t fix this. He fucked up.

“Hey sweetheart, you’re early-“ your dad tries talking to you, but you shoot him a death glare. Then giving Jack and Dan the same look. The twins stop what they were doing to look at you, standing up and trying to see what happened. They knew that look. But you stopped them,

“We’re not talking about it, so don’t ask me about it. We never speak of it, ever.” Kicking your shoes off, and heading upstairs. Straight to the bathroom, turning it on and sitting in the tub, the shower covered the sounds of your sobs. You couldn’t cry in front of your family about it, that would be bad. Very bad.

All you could remember was crying before you finally fell asleep.

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