#and I gotta just let the brain chill out till I manage to feel like the latter

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Dinners, Apologies, and Bowling Alleys: LFLLLL Pt.4

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Taglist: @rogershoe @woodxweasley

Mentions: Police investigations, dead bodies, animal attacks, implied abuse, sexual implications, emancipation, cursing, half-naked massages, use of the word “Kinky”

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                    Dinner

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Your dad pulled into the driveway of the Lahey family residence.

When he opened the door and greeted you, his voice was sickly sweet, and you could tell that the dinner wasn't going to be pleasant.

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°•. ✿ .•°

"That was… something," your dad said as he opened the door to your house and allowed you and Isaac to walk inside.

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 Within thirty minutes, the dinner soon turned passively hostile, and it seemed like there was no way out. 

"So, Sheriff Stilinsk-"

"Please, call me Noah." 

Mr. Lahey smiled sourly before continuing. "Your daughter and my son have been dating for quite a while now. Yet, this is the first time we meet." 

"Oh, well. The role of being a sheriff is very strenuous and time-consuming." 

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, and you were anticipating the thing that would cause everything to blow up.

"I find it quite unfortunate that the circumstances we meet are due to my son being involved in a murder investigation."

You noticed how your dad looked confused for a second, but that look was soon wiped away. 

"Yes, well. Finding a dead body is something that would cause you to end up in that situation." 

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"Alright, Kids. Go to bed."

You nodded before you walked up the stairs.

"Isaac, you…" Isaac waited for instruction from your dad. 

Noah sighed before speaking. "It's been a rough night. Just… No funny business."

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Mr. Lahey continued speaking. "So, you've recently taken my son into your household, and now he's in a murder investigation."  

"There is no causation here. He could've as easily found a dead body that is part of a murder investigation under your household." 

Mr. Lahey squinted, and you realized the kindling was added to the flame.

"Are you questioning my parenting skills? Noah," He added resentfully. 

"Are you questioning mine?" 

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"Isaac."

He let out a deep breath before turning to face you. 

"It's gonna be alright." 

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"You know, I don't think it's okay for my child to be in your house anymore. He is legally in my custody, and him involved in anything involving the law comes back to me."

You and Isaac widened your eyes, and your dad made a brief glance at you and saw the panic in your eyes. 

"Well, maybe him being in my house is better. I can protect him in certain ways seeing as how I am the Sheriff. You own a graveyard. Your son finding a dead body could be a telltale sign that you may be trying to drum up business."

He paused. "Even if it's not true, of course."

"I mean, you are a cop. Are you not? Your job is to find the bodies, and not only did my son who is dating your daughter find the body, but it could also be a way to raise your own paycheck." Mr. Lahey chuckled as he spoke; his words were laced with venom. 

Your dad grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. "It's not my job to find bodies, quite the opposite. And, I assure you, I would not kill someone for a paycheck."

Your dad wiped his mouth and rose from the table. 

"Mr. Lahey, I think it's time for us to go."

The burly man grimaced in response. "Alright, well- Isaac. Go to your room." 

"Oh no. I don't think you understand. I have to take Isaac in for a statement. He's coming with me." 

"I don't think you understand. He is my son. He's staying with me." 

While they continued their argument, you and Isaac slipped out the door and headed to the car. 

"Hey, babe… are you okay?"

He sighed. "No… I just want this to be over, Y/n." 

"It's just two more years, Isaac. And you're going to be with me most of that time."

"I can't do this anymore!" 

"What do you mean?" 

He looked at you with a solemn expression.

"I think I'm gonna run away." 

You widened your eyes and nearly choked. "What do you mean? You can't run away?"

"Y/n, I can't stay here where he's always able to do this!" 

"Then we'll figure something out! Just give me time. Till next Friday! I promise… Just… Just give me time." 

He saw the tears in your eyes and pulled you into his arms.

You gasped for air as you cried against his chest.

"Give me a week, and If I can't find something, I'll go with you-"

"N/n, I can't ask you to do that." 

"You're not asking me. I'm telling you."

He frowned. "You have a life here. Don't throw that away."

"What? And leave you to run away on your own? Possibly die? I couldn't do that. I couldn't live like that, not knowing where you are."

"I would tell you."

"Of course you couldn't," you frowned. "I'd be the first person the police ask after your dad and mine." 

"Besides, I wouldn't stay if I knew where you were anyway. I'd come to find you."

You wrapped your arms around Isaac's neck and pulled him in.

Just then, your dad opened the front door of the car, got in, and slammed it. 

"I'm so sorry you guys had to see me so mad."

"It's fine, Sheriff," Isaac smiled grimly.

"Isaac…"

"Noah, sorry…"

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°•. ✿ .•°

"It's gonna be alright." 

His eyes moved around the room, settling on the posters around your walls before saying, "I believe you."

"You do?"

"I do," he paused. "One week."

You half-smiled. "One week. But you have to promise me you won't leave me."

"I can't make that promise." 

You walked over to him and put his face in between your hands. 

"You are not leaving me." 

You pulled him towards the bed towards the back of the room, and you fell asleep in each other's arms. 

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                    School

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On Monday, you approached Lydia before class. You had a cold chill in your spine, and your apprehension was tying a knot around your lungs.

"Look. I was a horrible friend. I said stupid things. I shouldn't have said that about you and Jackson. You're not a 'suckup barbie doll.' You're Lydia Martin, and you've been doing this relationship stuff for way longer than I have. And I'm sorry I was so butthurt that I let my relationship get in the way of us, something you've never done."

By the time you finished speaking, you were slightly out of breath. You had said everything in one breath so that Lydia couldn't interject. 

"No, Y/n, I'm sorry. This is your first time in a relationship, and I- I should've been more supportive. I should be helping you with your relationship and instead…" As you anticipated her following words, her gaze softened. There was a tint of remorse that could be seen.

"I've been trying to dissuade you from it. You deserve love… so much. I just missed my best friend."

"Can we like… never let guys get between us again?" 

Lydia grinned before embracing you in a tight hug.

"Lydia, I can't breathe!" You managed to stammer out those few words before Lydia suffocated you. 

"Oh! Sorry."

You both walked into your English class while still being engrossed in conversation. 

"You hear about Grace Cooper?" 

"Ugh, that shark! No, and I don't really care."

"She got mumps from one of her conquests in another school."

Your eyes widened. "Poor, poor, Gracie!" you said satirically.

You saw Isaac down the hall and beckoned him over.

When he reached you, he had a confused look on his face. 

"Isaac, Lydia. Lydia, Isaac."

He squinted with a slight smile but stuck out his hand nonetheless.

"I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot, Isaac. My friend here really seems to like you. So if she can forgive you, then I guess so can I."

He smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, Lydia. I've heard such great things about you."

You smiled and clapped your hands rapidly. "Yay, my friends are friends. Now, let's try and get Stiles onboard."

Lydia squinted and cocked her head. "Who?"

You sighed. "Woosah. My brother, Lydi."

"Oh yeah! Forgot you were a twin."

Isaac interrupted. "Babe, we're going two different ways. I gotta get to class."

"Okay, but you're sitting with us at lunch, yeah?" 

He turned his chin up in thought and bounced on the balls of his feet before leaning over and pecking your lips. "Of course."

You grinned before he turned and went to his class.

"Aww. Okay! Time to get to AP chem."

When you both walked into the class, it was only mere seconds before the bell rang.

You sat in your seats, staring eagerly at the board because your teacher had not yet arrived. 

When the door swung open once more, it revealed the face of Mrs. Goldblatt. 

"Oh my god," Lydia whispered, but it was clearly loud enough for everyone else to hear.

"Hello to you too, Lydia."

"Hello, class," she continued. "Mr. Ochoa isn't here today, so I will be your sub."

"Now, pull out your textbooks and-" She was interrupted. 

"Hey, something's going down at the bus!" A student yelled, causing everyone to rush to the windows. 

"EVERYONE IN YOUR SEATS!"

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                   Lunch

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After the first period, you went to English with Allison, Scott, and Stiles, splitting up with Lydia. 

However, You and Allison caught up with her at lunch in the line. 

"Hey!" You both greeted.

"Hey!" 

Soon Isaac and Jackson approached you. They walked together, but separately. 

"Hey, babe," Lydia said to Jackson. 

"Hi, love," you greeted Isaac. He gave you a side hug with his free arm and allowed it to stay there. 

Lydia and Jackson walked away from you and Isaac and towards the window, away from your regular table.

"Lydia, where are we going?" 

"To sit with Allison's boyfriend, duh!" She said with a shimmy of her shoulders.

Allison quickly rolled her eyes. "He's not my boyfriend!" 

You interjected. "That's not what I heard!" 

"From who?" 

"Your brain, we're connected. Remember?" 

It was a long-lasting joke that you had since you were children. You had always been able to read Allison's mind in a way and tell what she was feeling, as well as vice versa. It would be a terrible day when that bond stopped working. You were sure of it. 

She chuckled as you all walked towards Scott and Stiles. Some of Jackson's friends already sat down.

"Figure out what?" you hear Lydia say before you sat down next to your brother, in between him and Isaac.

"Just, uh homework-" Scott replied tentatively.

"Hey, guys!"

"Yeah… Y/n, why are you guys sitting here?" His question was soon answered when Allison sat down next to Scott.

Jackson began arguing with his friend about the seat at the head of the table, and Danny made a sarcastic remark about how the guy looked at Lydia.

"So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack… Probably a cougar," Danny stated.

"I heard mountain lion."

Lydia squinted. "A cougar is a mountain lion. Isn't it?" She said before tilting her head. 

You internally scoffed but didn't say anything.

"Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

"Sorry that not everyone can be as rich and entitled as you, Whitmore," you whispered under your breath. Jackson and Lydia hadn't heard, but Danny, Stiles, Allison, and Isaac did, giving a brief chuckle. 

Stiles took out his phone and showed the table a video. "Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out."

Scott's eyes widened. "I know this guy."

"You do?" Allison asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad," he said in shock. "He was the driver."

Lydia interjected the gruesome conversation. "Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Oh, like, where are we going tomorrow night? You said that you and Scott were going somewhere tomorrow night, right?"

"Lydia!" you scolded. 

"Uh, we were thinking of what we were gonna do," Allison said softly. 

"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos. So if the four of us- six, if Y/n and Isaac want to come, are hanging out, we are doing something fun!" 

You glanced at Allison, who met your gaze and turned to Scott.

"Hanging out… like the four of us? Do you want to hang out? Like us, and them?" Scott asked confusedly.

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun." 

You rolled your eyes and sighed softly. 

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asked, annoyed. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork. 

"What about bowling? You love to bowl?" Lydia proposed.

"Yeah, with actual competition."

You frowned. "I, too, would love to bowl with actual competition, Whitmore."

He glared at you before Allison spoke up. 

"Yeah, how do you know we aren't actual competition?" She turned to Scott. "You can bowl, right?"

Isaac spoke up for the first time. "Well, I know for a fact that Y/n and I are competition."

You grinned at his competitive nature. Under his shy mask was someone who did not like to lose. 

"Scott?" Jackson called.

"Yes. Sort of…" he said warily. 

"Is it sort of, or is it yes?"

"Yes! In fact, I'm a great bowler," Scott lied, and you facepalmed internally. You had seen him bowl, and he was, in fact, terrible.

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              Stilinski House

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"Are we actually going bowling tomorrow?" 

You squinted. "Yeah? Why wouldn't we?"

"Babe, I have work tomorrow?" 

"I thought you got off early tomorrow?"

He sighed. "I do. I get off at 8, but I don't want you to wait for me, and I won't be ready-" He continued rambling before you walked up and covered his mouth with your hand. 

"You get off work and come back here. Take 30 minutes to get ready, and then we leave so we can reach the alley by 9:30."  

He pushed your wrist down. "N/n, I'm just going to be groggy, and dampen the mood, and-"

"Isaac Kai Lahey! You are allowed to have fun. Besides, I have to go pick outfits with Lydia and Allison after class anyway, and that'll keep us busy."

He contemplated your plan before reluctantly sighing. "Fine. But I have to be back by midnight. I want to sleep peacefully." 

You stepped on the tips of your toes to kiss his cheek. 

"Are you sure you want to sleep, though?" you asked innocently, but there was a hidden meaning behind your words. 

"Yes! I want to sleep... I haven't really been getting a good night lately."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

He quickly changed the subject. "Speaking of things we haven't told each other… Scott? Werewolf? I'm sorry, but I still don't believe you." 

You sighed. "I was kind of refraining from telling you about that?"

"Hey, If werewolves are real, I want to see them."

"I know, but you just have so much on your plate. I didn't want to add shape-shifting humans with strange abilities to that."

He smiled. "Hey, prove me wrong about that werewolf thing, and I'll give you twenty bucks."

"Deal! Speaking of deals..."

You moved to sit on the bed. "I've been working on getting you out of your dad's house. You said you didn't want to go into foster care, so the only way to prevent that from happening is for you to be an adult."

"An adult? How is that even possible, Y/n? I'm still a minor for 2 more years." 

You looked at him hesitantly. "There's this legal thing called emancipation. It's where you can be declared, legally, an adult and be separate from your parent's care." 

He smiled before scoffing. "How would we even do that?" 

"Well, we can either prove to the courts that you can provide for yourself with housing and finances… or you can get married."

He stood up very quickly, to the point where you almost got whiplash. "Married? Y/n, I'm not getting married to a stranger, and we both know your dad would never agree to that." 

"Then we go to the courts! You can say that you're renting a room from my dad for however much he agrees for the housing portion, and you have a job!"

"A job my dad gave me! The point is to not rely on my dad!"

You smiled. "That's the beauty of the law. Your dad's business is independent of him. So you can still work for him, but you would be earning your money from the business, not him."

"And if he fires me because I filed for emancipation?" 

 "You have perfect employee references. You worked at Waffle House for six months before they shut down and got employee of the month twice." 

He flopped down on the bed, and you moved to wrap your arms around him.

"How long would it take?" He asked quietly. 

"A few months… Less than the two years we would've waited, and you wouldn't have to run away." 

"Would I have to tell my dad?" 

"Yeah, he'd have to be able to represent his side in court," you replied solemnly. 

"Don't I need a reason? What would I even say? I don't want him to go to jail." 

"I have no-" you said before an idea dinged like a lightbulb in your mind. "You said you have that inheritance you get from your grandparents that you'll be able to collect once you become a legal adult, right?"

"Yeaaah?" 

"Just say that you want to be able to use that inheritance."

"No, that would never work…" he said wistfully.

You both pondered in thought for a while.

"You could say that you are financially independent and want to start on making investments and stuff like that before you're 18." 

You looked up to him and saw him squinting. "Huh, that could work."

"So, does that mean you won't run away?"

"That's if it works...If it doesn't work and I stay, it could be worse." 

You sighed. "It's going to work…If not, I- It's going to work."

He turned on his side to face you, and you did the same. 

"Kiss me?" And that is, exactly, what Isaac did. 

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               Argent House

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The next day after school, you and Isaac went your separate ways. He went to work, and you grabbed several different outfits before heading to Allison's house. 

When you arrived, you were ushered and practically dragged inside by Allison, who desperately needed help with her outfit. 

You found Lydia already inside, sifting through Allison's entire closet and rejecting each prospect.

"Lydia, this isn't the bachelorette! Oh my gosh."

You sat back on Allison's bed and allowed Lydia, who wouldn't let you help, pick Allison's outfit. 

Many passes were given by Lydia. "Allison, respect for your taste is, uh, dwindling by the second." 

You scoffed. "Okay, how about we let the person who makes displays at Forever 21 pick the outfit?"

You got up and put together three choices for selection. 

"This!" Lydia said before your "Uncle" Chris walked in.

"Dad, hello?" Allison said.

"Hi, Uncle Chris!" You waved enthusiastically. 

"Hey, Y/n. Nice to see you."

Lydia flew back onto Allison's bed and laid on her side with her hand on her hip. "Hi, Mr. Argent," she said sultrily. 

"Lydia!' You scolded, and Mr. Argent flinched. 

Allison sneered, "Dad, do you need something?"

He cleared his throat. "I wanted to let you know you'll be staying in tonight."

You and Lydia frowned, and Allison scoffed. "What? I'm going out with my friends tonight."

"Not when some animal is out there attacking people."

You and Allison protested in unison. 

"It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 p.m. No more arguing," He said simply before walking out the room."

You and Allison both sighed, resolved. 

"Someone's daddy's little girl," Lydia remarked. 

"Sometimes, but not tonight," Allison replied. 

"Y/n, what about you? Your dad would kill you!"

"He would, but he wouldn't let the law handle me," you smirked. 

You texted Isaac about the new plan and changed into your outfit. When Isaac told you that he'd meet you at the alley, you nodded to Allison, and you both walked to the window. 

She went first and then you before Lydia called after you both.

"What are you doing?"

You dropped your bag and your phone onto the dirt before Allison flipped off the building and landed on her feet while you did a somersault as you landed. 

"8 years of gymnastics!" 

You grinned, "She just taught me some tricks."

"You coming?" You both said in unison.

"I'll take the stairs."

You brushed off your outfit as you waited outside for Lydia. 

You both entered her car and drove to the rink. 

You called Isaac to make sure that he was coming. "Hey, babe. Have you made it to the house yet?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way. Don't worry." 

"Okay, we just left Allison's house." 

"How far are you?" He asked. 

"About 15 minutes?" 

"Alright, I'm 10." 

You smiled before saying goodbye.

When you hung up the phone, Lydia hummed. 

"What, Lyds?" 

She smirked. "Nothing, just that you guys are good together." 

You half scoffed, half chuckled. "It took you three months to realize that?"

"I was still a little focused on him hurting you, but if that didn't happen, I would've always thought so."

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               Bowling Alley

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You all met Scott, Isaac, and Jackson at the bowling alley. 

Allison and Scott went to pick their balls, and the rest of you sat down. 

"Hey, how was work?"

Isaac sighed. "Dad wasn't there. I don't know why."  

"Well, that's not a bad thing."

"True," he shrugged. "Thanks for forcing me to come out here tonight. I didn't realize how stressed work was making me until I walked inside." 

"Yeah, well, I like bowling, and I wasn't going to be a fifth wheel."

He smiled. 

"And, I have the perfect remedy for your sleeping issues, okay? So don't even worry about that tonight." 

"What is it?" 

You got up to whisper in his ear, "it's a surprise!" You turned away to go get a bowling ball, eventually picking a pink and white marbled one. 

When everyone had their balls, you arranged how the teams would work. 

"Okay, so how about we start couples vs. couples vs. couples and then gals vs. guys?" You nominated. 

"Sounds good, except we can only have two teams," Lydia pointed out the flaw in the couple war. 

"Oh, okay, uh. Give me a minute," You said before pulling Isaac aside. 

"Are we gonna be the ones to split up?" 

He squinted. "Why would we do that?"

"C'mon, baby. This could be a way for you to branch out without me next to you."

"What is that supposed to-"

"Besides," you smirked. "Imagine what tension that all that competition between us is gonna make!"

He hummed while twisting a strand of your hair in his hands. You lifted your head in an attempt to brush your lips against his, but he pulled back. 

"Fine. I'll go with Allison and Scott. I wanna see if I can spot any were-wolfiness," he chuckled.

"I'm not joking about that, okay! And don't tell anyone." 

You both walked back to the group and informed them of the decision. 

"Alright, Isaac is going to be on McArgents team, so now it will be McL'Argent, and I will be on Whittin's team, so it will now be Whittinski." 

"Yeah, yeah, hurry up," Jackson scolded. 

"Whittmore, be lucky I'm on your team. Otherwise, I'd be kicking your ass."

The competition started, and Lydia went first, with Jackson guiding her arm mixed with plentiful amounts of PDA.

The first one landed in the gutter, and the second hit only the right-most three. 

"I'm so bad at this," she said solemnly. 

"Lydi, you'll get the hang of it."

Allison took her turn next, hitting all of the pins and knocking them down. 

"YES, ALLI!" you whooped. 

"Someone brought their A-game," Lydia said.

Jackson scoffed. "Wrong team."

"She's my godsister. I'm obligated to tell her she did brilliantly."

Jackson took his turn next, removing all the pins from the lane and knocking them into the abyss, causing Lydia to holler.

"You're up, McCall," he stated blankly after wrapping his arms around Lydia.

"You can do it, Scott," Allison motivated Scott, and he got up and grabbed his ball.

He stalled for a few seconds before pulling his arms back and throwing the ball, the trajectory causing it to land straight in the gutter.

Jackson started laughing hysterically, and you and Allison both scolded him.

"Mind shutting up?" Allison sneered.'

"I'm sorry," he half-apologized in between breaths. "I'm just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler'" 

"Maybe he just needs a little warm-up."

Jackson continued to laugh. "Maybe he just needs the kiddy bumpers," he said, which caused Lydia to laugh with him.

"Will you shut up for five fucking seconds, Jackson?"  

"Just aim for the middle," Allison advised. 

Jackson rolled his eyes, "How about you aim for anything except the gutter?" 

"Let him concentrate!" 

Allison smiled at Scott, and he took his next shot. It was getting closer and closer to the pins before swerving to the side and falling in the gutter.

"Great job, McCall. Man, you are a pro!" He said when he was done laughing.

You shot up from your seat, grabbed the ball, and took a deep breath. You moved your arm back just a little bit behind you when a groan resounded from behind you. 

You turned around quickly and saw Isaac. 

"OH MY GOSH! Why would you come up behind me?"

He chuckled. "No apologies, just beratement?" 

"I'm sorry, better? Are you okay?" You picked up his arm and examined it. 

"Hurry Up!"

He gave a curt nod to let you know he was okay, and you turned back to the alley. 

He wrapped his hands around your waist. "You look stressed, babe. What's wrong?"

Your cheeks flushed. "Isaac, what are you doing?" 

"Helping you out…" you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Mhm," you resounded. "I don't want your help!" 

You playfully nudged him and regained your concentration. You pulled back your arms and threw the ball. It rolled and rolled until it came in contact with the pins, managing to knock down all but two.

"YES!" Lydia shouted, and Jackson gave a half-hearted clap and a 'not bad.'

You all continued playing, with Scott getting better towards the end. While your team lost the first game, the girls' team had won against the boys. 

After that, you all parted ways. When you and Isaac walked outside, he said something that stunned you. 

"Did you call Stiles?" he asked innocently.

"What do you mean 'did I call Stiles?' Where's the jeep?"

He grinned shyly. "I didn't bring the jeep. I took an Uber." 

"ISAAC!"

"WHAT? Stiles wouldn't take me!" 

Your eyes widened. "And you think he would pick us up?" 

"Well, sure. Stiles wouldn't let his sister freeze."

You growled before calling Stiles. 

It took him twenty minutes to reach the bowling alley, and when you got in the car, he began to scold you for your ill-preparedness. 

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           Massage Therapy

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You got home and into your room straight away. 

From there, you peeled Isaac's jacket off before he had the chance to do it himself and then removed yours, tossing both to the ground. 

"Are you ready for your surprise?" You asked with wriggling eyebrows. 

He chuckled darkly. "Sure."

You bit your lip and pushed him down on the bed. "Stay there!" You said before moving to get something. 

"Despite you and your brother's running joke, I am not a golden retriever!" He called out as you rummaged around. 

"Got it!" You said as you moved to place the blindfold over his eyes. 

"Kinky… I thought we weren't doing that tonight, though?" 

You smiled. "Nope! Turn around!" 

He sighed and turned to face your headboard as you tore his shirt from his torso. 

To let him know that you weren't planning on having sex, you began digging your thumbs into his muscles, finding the knots in his back rather quickly. 

He groaned in relief, which only spurred you on. 

"Your pants too, babe," you advised while still rubbing. 

When his pants were off, you pushed him down onto the pillow, backside up, and applied the heating oil on his back and thighs. 

You moved around his body slowly and sensually, making sure not to apply too much pressure to sensitive areas while still being effective. 

When you were finished after maybe fifteen minutes, you removed the blindfold from his eyes to let him know you were done. 

You stripped down to your bra and underwear before going to lay beside Isaac. 

"That was so nice…I don't know what I did to deserve you."

You sighed contently. "I'm still trying to figure that out myself."

"Ouch," Isaac mocked. "Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight."

Just as you were about to fall asleep, Isaac exclaimed. 

"OH! I just remembered- I didn't see any werewolf nature in Scott..."

You sighed. "Is this why you haven't been sleeping?"

"No, but I'm interested." 

"Look," you paused. "I only relayed the information Stiles gave me, I haven't seen it for myself either, but I want you to be safe. I trust Stiles, and I need you to trust me so that this can work and we can get you out of there. Okay?"

"Yeah, of course, I trust you. Goodnight, for real this time."

You smiled. "Goodnight." You fell asleep shortly after, a warm, tingly feeling of happiness spreading throughout your body.

*

[allthingskakashi]

Hi! Coul a request a scenario that involves Sukea please? Like the reader has a crush on Kakashi and he finds out because her friends tease her in front of sukea and then Kakashi asks her on a date idk if I’m making a point, or can just do anything you wish that involves him pleasee? Thank you ♥️

Okay first of all, that's a really innovative idea!! I loved it. Secondly, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this but ahh well here it is now and i really hope you like it ❤️

• Serendipity •

[Kakashi x Reader] || 3k words

a/n : ugh tbh I've been running a little low on creativity lately which is why i hadn't posted anything for like a week but i also didn't wanna go without writing anything so well... I tried. 😩

You sit in the small dumpling restaurant with your friends Kurenai and Anko. Beyond you, the falling dusk envelopes your village in mystical hues of blue and red. It’s Friday, which means the weekend has rolled in after a long and tiresome week. The thought of being off duty for the next two days lifts your spirits, and you look forward to spending the time relaxing at home in your own company.

The evening is busy, streets bustling, vibrant with the hustle of villagers; some heading for a night out with friends, some returning home to spend time with family, some getting ready to go out on a date, everyone looking like they have somewhere to be, something to do.

You sigh, shoving a dumpling in your mouth.

“Why the long face?”, Anko asks between chomps.

“It’s nothing” you shrug, your tone failing to fool anyone.

There’s a soft creak as the gate to the shop opens behind you, a small gust of air whooshing in from outside. The merry chatter in the room comes to a sudden halt, to be replaced by sounds of hushed murmurs and whispers. You glance at the group of women sitting in the table ahead of you, staring at something with mouths open wide in awe. Ahead of you, Anko’s eyebrows are furrowed, a curious smile touching the corner of her lip.

You turn behind, wanting to catch a glimpse of whatever it is that has managed to elicit such a response from the entire room.

Your eyes fall upon a handsome young man, who has just now walked into the restaurant and taken a seat behind you. You feel your heart skip a beat. He’s easily one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. A mop of thick brown hair adorns his head, a tint of purple on his eyelids and stripes of the same colour running across both cheeks. His face is sharp with an angled jawline and he has on a long trench coat with a scarf around his neck. He’s also holding a camera, you notice.

Probably an outsider.

A waitress walks over to him, standing by him and twirling a curl of hair, visibly enchanted by his charms.

Someone thumps the front of your table, startling you. “Jeez y/n, get a grip!” Anko’s voice brings your attention back to your friends as you finally tear your eyes away from the mysterious man in the table behind you.

“What? I wasn’t checking him out” you sputter, unnerved.

“We didn’t say you were”, Kurenai chimes in.

You feel your face getting hot as red tinges your cheeks and you look away, avoiding your friends’ eyes.

“Hey, why don’t you go talk to him? Maybe ask him out?” Kurenai says, her eyes lighting up.

You open your mouth to say something, but Anko cuts in.

“Because she’d rather sit around pining for Kakashi and doodling his name on her diary. How long has it been now? 7 years?”

Kurenai giggles, but puts a comforting arm around your shoulder.

“Alright now, go easy on her”, she says kindly. “But she’s got a point y/n. You and Kakashi have known each other for a long time. You’ve kept your feelings to yourself for years now, I really think it’s time you go out and do something about it. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way about you. Why don’t you give it a shot?”

You let out another sigh and look at your lap. “I just don’t think it’s the right time yet.”

But that was a lie. You’d had feelings for Kakashi ever since you were a teenager. You had always been friends, but you wanted more. You loved being in his company and you had a lot of mutual respect and admiration for each other. But you could never bring yourself to just say the words to Kakashi. There were times when you almost blurted it out, and times when you felt like maybe he felt the same way about you too… but they may have been delusions, for all you knew. You didn’t know anything for certain. And that’s what stopped you from gathering up the courage to say it to him. You told yourself and your friends who knew that you would someday, when the time is right, but it was all a big fat lie. You were scared, and that was the truth, as much as you hated to admit it.

You watch Anko roll her eyes as Kurenai exhales, tilting her head.

“Y/n…It’ll never be the right time. Just do it. You’ve taken down S-rank criminals, you can handle this. Trust me, even the copy ninja can’t resist THAT” Kurenai cheers, grazing her eyes up and down over you with a suggestive smile, her voice encouraging. You chuckle, waving your hand dismissively in embarrassment.

“Look”, Anko interjects in her matter-of-fact voice. “Kakashi’s a wuss. If you wanna get it on with him, you gotta make the move. He’s even worse than you so pussy up and ask him. If I have to hear another of your lovelorn sighs one more time, I’ll go tell him myself.” She says, shoving her last dumpling in her mouth and gulping down a glass of water.

You’d been friends with Anko long enough to know not to put it past her. Besides, they were right. It HAD been very long. Perhaps you really did need to pussy up.

Ughhhhh. Why couldn’t this be easier?

“Anyway, I’m gonna go hit the bar. Any of you suckers wanna join me?” Anko asks, getting up from her chair.

“I can’t. I invited my team over for dinner tonight so I’ll get going.”, Kurenai says, collecting her purse and getting ready to leave as well.

“It’s okay, you guys go. I’ve got some things to do” you say, waving them off.

You watch your friends go out the exit and disappear along the curve of the street. Truth is, you kind of want to be alone, maybe take a walk around the village, gather your thoughts. This conversation with your friends today stirred something in you and you need time to think. You’d let things go on as they were for very long now, but it was time you took matters in your own hands.

Putting the bill down on the table, you head towards the door. Your eyes fall where the man was sitting but the seat is empty now, and you catch him ahead of you, just a few steps away, also heading towards the door. You stand close behind him, clutching your purse to your rib as he opens the door. His elbow juts out, knocking the bag out of your hand as it falls to the ground.

For a quick second you think it’s a thief and you’re almost about to strike a blow but the man crouches down quickly with an “I’m so sorry”, picking your purse up and holding it out to you.

Up close this way, you can see his eyes. There’s something familiar about them but you can’t put your finger on what it is. “Thanks” you mutter, taking the purse from him, your mind still trying to comprehend why this man you’ve never seen before feels so familiar.

“Are you a tourist? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before”, you ask, concealing the suspicion in your tone.

Your village is a small one and almost every face is familiar. Having a visitor in the village is quite unheard of and your instincts tell you that something feels off.

He clears his throat before answering. “Hi, I’m Sukea. I’m a reporter from the Land of Fire. I’m here to conduct research for an article” the man replies, almost in an automated tone but with a smile that immediately softens his features. He’s got a mole under his bottom lip, you notice.

Gosh, that’s a pretty face.

Before you have the chance to say anything else or ask more questions, he mumbles that he’s getting late for something and turns away, hurrying down the street.

You stand there, watching him go.

Weird.

But you’ve got other things to think about now, decisions to make, so you shake the thoughts of this mystery man off your head, although you can’t help mulling over why he felt so eerily familiar.

You walk down your usual route in the quieter part of the village. Walks always somehow help you clear your mind.  The air has cooled down now and there’s a slight chill in the air. A sweet smell of flowers wafts through. You lose track of time walking around the entire village, over the cliff, through the forests, by the stream which shimmers under the moonlight.

It’s almost ten by the time you reach home and the walk makes your calves ache. Probably wasn’t such a good idea to go on such a long walk after injuring yourself on your last mission.

You freshen up and throw yourself down on your bed, glad for the two days of rest that awaits you.

Pulling the blanket over your head, you turn to your side and close your eyes. Kakashi’s face appears almost instantly, the images playing a montage in your head.

His smile that makes buds bloom into flowers… his laughter so pure like a young boy’s…his silver hair which sparkles in the sun, making you want to run your fingers through it… the warmth of his voice when he talks to you-- and suddenly something goes off in your brain. Like a flame igniting. Or rather, a long burning flame finally receiving emancipation. There’s a jolt through your veins and you think—Tomorrow. I’ll tell him tomorrow.

And before you have time to process the sudden thought, languor takes over your body, lulling you to sleep.

You’re up early the next morning, the jolt from last night still coursing through your veins. You’re feeling pretty confident, more than you ever have. Today’s the day you tell him.

But first, you have to head over to the Missions Desk to submit your report. You bash yourself for putting it off till now.

The day outside is beautiful, white cotton clouds floating aimlessly across the azure sky. A pleasant breeze tickles your skin in soft whispers.

You reach the main office and submit your file. The room is empty, except for the people working behind the desks. The man in front of you takes your file, checking the date of your mission and you’re sure you can see a look of judgement flash across his eyes.

You almost feel a little guilty.

“You know, all the other jounins have submitted their reports already” he mutters, not looking up from your file.

“Well actually…”

There’s a voice behind you, and you turn around at the sheepish tone of the familiar voice. Your heart instantly paces up. Kakashi. There’s a file in his hand too. You can’t help the smile that escapes.

You look at him as he comes forward, handing his file over. The man shoots him a similar glance and shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. You can tell that this must not be the first time. Kakashi smiles sweetly at him, before turning away and looking at you.

“Y/n! Didn’t think I’d run into you here…”

Your blood pounds in your ears as you recall the resolve you made to yourself last night. You’d promised yourself you’d tell him today but right now, in this way? You weren’t ready for this. You hadn’t prepared what you were gonna say, or how you’d say it. A hundred thoughts run through your head.

Hell with my resolve. This really isn’t the right time. I can’t do this.

But on the other hand…

Your brain goes at odds with your heart as you realise you haven’t answered Kakashi yet.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice concerned.

You straighten up, composing yourself.

“Oh hey yeah, I’m fine! I’m great. What’re you upto?”

“Just got a few things I need to do”, he shrugs, walking beside you as the two of you come out of the office into the main corridor of the Hokage Mansion.

“Right. Got any missions this weekend?” you ask, stalling to give yourself time to think clearly.

“Nope. You?”

“No. You?”

“You already asked me”, he chuckles. “So uh. Where are you headed?”

Ugh. This is a disaster.

“Just the market. I… I need to buy fish for dinner”

You feel your palms getting clammy as the air starts to feels too tight. You look at Kakashi out of the corner of your eye and you notice.

He looks nervous too. He’s fidgeting with his hands and there’s something strange about him.

“Well…uh” he stutters, rubbing his neck with his hand before looking at you. “maybe you don’t.”

You look up at him, your eyes wide and face scrunched up in confusion. You’re outside the tower now, standing on the street.

“I…don’t?”

He scratches the back of his head.

“Uh…I mean…I’ve got fish.”, he stammers. There’s a very visible tint of red on his cheeks.

You’re utterly wrapped in confusion by now, and you wonder why he’s acting so strange. Unsure of where he’s getting with that, you say, “Um…That’s nice. Where do you buy fish from? I’ve heard the market by the Temple is good for seafood. I haven’t had the chance to try it out myself though.”

Mother Earth please swallow me whole.

Kakashi lets out a nervous laugh, still fidgeting around with his hands and looking everywhere but directly at you.

“Y/n what I’m saying is…maybe you don’t need to buy fish for dinner because” he looks at you from under his shaggy bangs,which fall over his eyes in the absence of his headband. The tint of his cheeks deepens. “well, because I was thinking maybe you could come over…and I could…cook dinner for the both of us...? Or um go out, whatever you’d like” he says, immediately looking away.

You’d never thought it was possible for the calm and cocky Kakashi Hatake to look this nervous. It’s quite a sight. You might have laughed at it if you weren’t just as nervous yourself.

“Like on a date?” you ask, shock evident in your tone. Your heart is battering in your chest.

This is a very, very surprising turn of events.

“Well…yes”, he breathes, barely meeting your eyes now.

You can hear your heart in your ears. And suddenly, it feels like spring has bloomed inside your heart. Not just your heart but everywhere around you. Like you’ve been transported to a meadow and there’s only flowers and rainbows and butterflies all around.

A breeze passes through, sending a few petals from nearby trees floating along the street. Strands of your hair blow into your eyes.

You sweep them away, looking up at him to see him looking at you, his eyes hopeful, waiting.

You meet his gaze with your burning eyes and smile, tucking another loose strand behind your ear.

“I’d love that” you say before looking down, your tone barely containing the ecstasy you feel within. You feel the chirp of a thousand birds singing inside your heart.

His eyes light up, mouth forming into a grin as you see the muscles on his face relaxing visibly.

Kakashi’s eyes crinkle from the smile and he says, “Well then…I’ll see you for dinner.”

He starts walking away, before turning back and calling out “Oh and yes, I do buy my fish from the market by the temple.”

And with that, he turns away grinning, disappearing with a whoosh, leaving you to stand there, still in shock and gaping after him; wondering which stars had aligned, what forces in the universe had conjoined and what twist of fate had occurred, turning your life around, making you the happiest woman in the world, in the span of just one day.

                                 *     *     *

Aaand a lil bonus addition :-

It’d been around two months that you and the silver haired jounin of the Leaf had been together. Almost everyone in the village knew by now and it had been two months of pure unadulterated bliss. You fit so well together, it felt as if you’d never been apart.

Today was just another lazy afternoon, with you and Kakashi in bed, entangled in each other’s arms, neither one of you wanting to leave your little heaven on earth.

You intertwine your fingers with Kakashi’s, backing into him so you’re pressed against the warmth of his body.

“Hey, Kakashi?” you whisper.

“Hm?” he replies, sleep mangling his voice.

“I’ve always wondered. Why did you ask me out that day? You told me you’d liked me for a long time too. So… why not before? Why that day?”

He chuckles softly into your hair, pulling you closer with his arm.

“Well” he says, almost in a whisper. “I thought it was time I stopped being a wuss.”

“Huh?”

“It had been a really long time and… I thought it was time to, how do I put this, pussy up.” he says into your neck, his voice calm, but with just a tinge of amusement.

WAIT A MINUTE-

You jerk up on the bed, freeing yourself of his grip and turning to face him.

A subtle smile plays across his lips but his face is tranquil, giving nothing away.

Panic rises in you and you shake his arm vigorously. “KAKASHI! HOW-HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?”

He doesn’t stir, eyes closed tight, pretending to be sleeping.

“KAKASHI TELL ME RIGHT NOW” you continue shaking him, but it’s in vain, the man doesn’t stir.

You sigh, replaying the day from two months ago in your head, ravaging your brain for any possible hint. And just like that, it dawns upon you.

“Oh my god—That was you.” You blurt, everything suddenly clicking into place in your head. You feel like a fool for not realising sooner.

He remains unmoving, eyes closed shut. But you don’t miss the slight wrinkle of his mask as his lips upturn into a grin beneath it.

“That was you, wasn’t it??? It was! You sneaky little bastard!” you shriek, jabbing at his arm with a few pokes, but it does nothing.

“Kakashi!”

“Ssshh, I’m sleeping” he whispers in fake slumber, a smile grazing his mouth as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you back into the bed with him.

“Did you really just shush m- “ you begin in protest, but your sentence remains unfinished as he presses his mouth onto yours, catching your lips in a kiss and shutting you up before you can say more.

[xmagicxshopx]

💋 Often 💋

Genre: Slice of Life, Comedy Rating: M (smut) Warnings: strip club, oral (f receiving), protected penetrative sex Pairing: stripper!jungkook x reader Notes: AU fic. Not idol!jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: This is a project and collaboration by myself, @katebacks​ and @taevjim​ Mine is based on the song Often by The Weeknd

Summary: She asked me if i do this everyday, i said often. Asked how many times she rode the wave, not so often. Bitches down to do it either way, often. Baby i can make that pussy rain, often.

Routine.

You were all about the routine. It was what you knew and what you were comfortable with; the different and the unknown being your two biggest fears in life. You had a routine. A simple five-day, nine-to-five job that paid you well. A morning schedule of get ready for work, coffee and bagel for breakfast, feed the cat, and drive exactly 20 and a half minutes to get to work. Your evenings were no different as far as having a set schedule. Come home, feed the cat, pop dinner in the microwave, eat, chill, sleep.

All of your friends and family, even your coworkers, tried to gently and kindly nudge you into mixing your life up a bit. Add some spice to it. Broaden your horizon. But you were just fine with the way things were. You didn’t need any spice in your life and your horizon was as broad as you wanted it to be. Your belief? Don’t fix it if it’s not broken and your life wasn’t broken in the slightest. Everything was just peachy. You were happy and that’s what mattered most, right?

Or were you happy?

You scoffed at your reflection in your bathroom mirror as the self doubt started to creep into your brain like an ominous fog. Of course you were happy! Why wouldn’t you be??? Brushing off the sudden wave of doubt that managed to fill your very core, you continued getting ready for work before heading out the door. But of course not before feeding your cat at exactly ten minutes till eight.

Upon walking into the office, you noticed that it was just another day. Everyone already at their desks typing away in their little cubicles while papers could be heard shuffling around into neat, organized piles. The copier buzzing away as it performed the tasks asked of it. You liked this. This was your comfort zone. Routine was good. Everything was good. You had just put your purse away and went to sit down at your desk when one of your coworkers popped up over the top of your cubicle.

“So, girl friend! It’s a Friday and I’m taking you out whether you like it or not. Be ready by nine!”

Wait what???

“But---”

“Wear something slutty, too.”

Okay, yeah. Because that was totally your style. As your coworker went back to her own work, it was now your turn to carefully climb onto your desk on your knees so that you could look over the other cubicle. Scoffing softly, you tried your best to argue over why you couldn’t go out with her tonight.

“But Gigi, I don’t have anything like that and besides, I go to bed by nine. I need my beauty sleep.”

You knew your words were weak and sounded feeble even to your own ears. What kind of excuses were those??? Well, in your defense, you really didn’t have anything in your wardrobe that Gigi would consider ‘slutty’ and the both of you knew this. With a soft huff, your coworker simply rolled her eyes and said with a confident grin,

“Fine. I’ll lend you something to wear. We’re similar in size and body build so it’ll totally work. And tonight you’re skipping out on that beauty sleep. You’ll have plenty of time to recover over the weekend.”

Just as you were about to try and come up with yet another lame excuse, Gigi continued in addition,

“And today you’re not driving home. You’re driving to my place. I’ll give you the address and we’ll make a whole evening out of it. We’ll order take-out and stuff our faces so that the food can absorb the alcohol we’re gonna tank ourselves in tonight. It’s gonna be a blast!”

Somehow you highly doubted that. None of that sounded like a fun time to you. Well maybe the take-out part. Pouting in both defeat and confusion, you couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into your coworker. You and Gigi weren’t official friends or anything so why was she doing this for you? Why put so much effort into someone who didn’t want it? With a soft huff, you muttered in defeat,

“Fine.”

It was all you could think about during the day while you tried to focus on work. Sure you knew there’d be a lot of time spent in the safety of your coworker’s home, but then where could she possibly be taking you that had to wait till after nine at night? Wait----She mentioned alcohol. Ugh. It was probably a club. Gross. Loud music, sweaty body odor every time you turn around, the stench of cheep beer. Ugh. That was not your idea of a fun night out. You didn’t even dance. You don’t even dance in front of your cat!

Before you knew it, it was five o’clock and time to pack up for the day and start the weekend. Normally, you’d be treating yourself to some drive thru food and just staying indoors till you had to leave for work the next Monday morning. However, thanks to Gigi, those plans had changed and you still weren’t all that excited about it. Pouting like a child who hadn’t gotten her way, you trudged yourself out of your cubicle to see a beaming Gigi by the elevator waiting for you.

“Don’t look so glum, we’re gonna have a great time!”

“Why are you doing all of this? You hardly know me.”

Just then, the elevator made a bell sound indicating that it had finally reached the floor you were on and the doors opened up for the both of you. As the two of you stepped inside, Gigi pressed the lobby button before clearing her throat a bit shyly and replied in a small, sheepish tone,

“I just hate to see you missing out on life, you know? I’m still new in town and I don’t have a lot of friends and you’re the only one who’s shown me any sort of kindness. I really appreciate that so I know you’re a good person and I just.....I dunno. This is going weird. Just go with it, okay?”

Never before had you seen your coworker so awkward. Gigi was always strutting her stuff with her body language screeching ‘confident’. To see her so shy and sheepish like this was new for you but somehow, you found yourself smiling and feeling touched. Suddenly feeling quite timid yourself, you cleared your throat and said softly,

“Well, I don’t know how good of a friend I’d make, but we can be friends if you want?”

You weren’t expecting the loud squeal of joy followed by the near tackle to the elevator floor as Gigi practically flung herself at you. It never dawned on you just how lonely your coworker must feel after moving to town. An area where she knew absolutely no one. No wonder she was overjoyed to hear your words. Awkwardly patting her back, you smiled up at the elevator ceiling before the doors finally opened again and brought the two of you out into the lobby.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, girly! I just know it! Dinner’s on me tonight, okay? You can pay for your drinks but dinner is definitely my treat. Come on, I’ll just meet you over at your place so you can leave your car and then we’ll drive together over to my place in my car.”

Everything was happening so fast and you definitely weren’t used to it. You preferred life in the slow lane but dang. Gigi was making that a thing of the past. Perhaps it was just her happiness of having made a new friend that caused her to be live like a wire and talking 90 miles a minute? Either way, before you could blink, you were giving her directions to your house and dropping your car off so that you could hop into hers.

During the ride to Gigi’s place, the two of you discussed what to have for dinner. Turns out she was indeed taking you to a club later tonight so alcohol was on the table as well. You could only imagine what a light weight you must be considering the fact that you really didn’t drink much. You were more of a celebratory drinker. Things like holidays and such. Otherwise, you never touched the stuff. You preferred your teas and coffee.

After deciding on Korean BBQ, the two of you placed your orders and had it delivered to Gigi’s place where the two of you eventually dug in; getting sauce all over your faces and laughing at each other over how messy the two of you looked. It was nice. This was nice. Something that you really didn’t think you’d feel based on your previous mindset. Perhaps getting out and socializing wasn’t so bad? This wasn’t so bad.

However, as the night hours passed, the hurdles only got more and more difficult to get over.

“Can’t I just go in what I’m wearing???”

“Girl----You’re wearing work clothes. No one goes to a club in their work clothes.”

The blush on your face was enough to zip your lips as you let your coworker now turned friend do her thing. Work her magic, you supposed. Would you even look right wearing something other than your usual conservative attire? Subconsciously nibbling your bottom lip in worry, you watched Gigi as she started pulling out pieces of clothing to inspect them, only to put them right back. You knew it. Nothing was going to look right on you. This just wasn’t your bag.

“Ha! Found it!”

Dang it.

Trying not to pout too loudly, you watched the girl whip out a dress that looked way too form fitting for your liking. It was drenched in sequins and jet black. Well....black went with everything, right? At least it was a color you were used to wearing as most of your work clothes were black. Perhaps that was what Gigi was going for? Something that she knew you’d at least be somewhat comfortable with due to the familiarity of it. If that was the case, then you were extremely grateful and liking this newfound friendship more and more.

“Okay so you’ll be wearing this and I have some stockings for you too. Once we’re dressed, we’ll put on some makeup.”

“Makeup?”

“Yes, makeup. We’re going to a club, girl! We gotta look pretty for those boys.”

“Boys?”

“You’ll see, girl friend.”

You simply whined and pouted with sagged shoulders as Gigi flashed you a cheeky smile and wink in return. This was too much. Yet at the same time......you were......curious? Yeah. That was it. Definitely not excited. Just curious. Still pouting, you went to work on unzipping the dress she handed you and started to carefully step into it. Gosh it really was form fitting, wasn’t it? Your cheeks flared up in embarrassment but went ahead and had Gigi zip you up.

No turning back now.

Once the both of you were dressed, it was time to put makeup on. You had quickly informed the girl that you didn’t know the first thing about makeup which didn’t come as a surprise to either of you. In fact, Gigi had full intentions of doing your makeup as well as her own. You weren’t sure if you should have felt insulted or comforted. In the moment, you were more relieved than anything because if you were in charge of doing your own......you’d just skip out on that step altogether.

“Okay, so I’ll have you watch me first and then I’ll do yours. Just in case you ever decide you want to try and do your own someday.”

The probability of you doing your own makeup one day was slim to none but it was still sweet of your coworker to say such things and offer such advice. With all the products Gigi had spread out on her bathroom counter, you figured this would take awhile. No wonder she was starting so early. You could only imagine how much all of those products cost her. It looked like a small fortune scattered all over the counter. But it wasn’t like you’d know.

However, you did as she asked and decided to watch and it wasn’t till it was over that you realized just how wrapped up you were in watching her. It was like watching a painter perform art with Gigi’s face being the blank canvas. You had no idea watching someone apply makeup could be so.....fascinating? Interesting? You weren’t quite sure of what word you were looking for but you found yourself blushing when she caught you being quite involved in paying attention.

“Okay! Your turn, girly!”

So there you stood with her applying all kinds of products to your face. You were pretty sure she put at least three different kinds of things on your lips. Something about a foundation layer and then eventually topping it all off with some gloss. Dunno. You got lost with how fast she was going through it all. Gigi knew what she was doing and that much was clear. Once she was done with your lips and you could talk freely, you couldn’t help but ask in a small and timid voice,

“So how did you get so good with makeup?”

“Oh I used to work in one of the malls and my sole job was to do people’s makeup while introducing them to the latest products. It was fun for the longest time but it didn’t pay enough. So I moved here when a job opening came up.”

Wow. You knew exactly what type of employee she was because you’d always eyeball the young girls getting their makeup done just for the fun of it while you roamed the racks for new work clothes. No wonder Gigi was so good at this. It had been her job for the longest time. You felt the need to at least give her some kind of tip but you knew right away that she’d never take it; insisting that she was no longer on the job anymore.

“There! We’re ready to par-tay!”

‘Yay.....’

Gigi said that it would be pointless to do either of your guys’ hair so you two just simply brushed it a bit and let it hang loose. Having only your bulky purse, Gigi kindly offered you a clutch purse that went with your dress perfectly; offering to keep the rest of your belongings at her place to keep them safe. But you had all the important stuff in the clutch and that was good enough for you.

The two of you would take an Uber so that the both of you could get trashed as Gigi so elegantly put it. You highly doubted you’d drink enough to get wasted but it was a smart idea. This way you could just go straight home in case you wanted to leave before your friend was ready. You had the feeling you’d be leaving way before she did.

Upon arriving at the club, you could feel your body going into some kind of panic mode. Eyes wide, face flushed with heat, and you’re pretty sure your heart is swimming in your stomach. Perhaps you shouldn’t have ate so much. The possibility that you could puke was high at the moment. Looking all around you, were strippers. The majority of them female but you could spot a few males and good lord. Your eyes. Your poor poor eyes. In a shouted whisper, you scolded the girl next to you.

“You brought us to a strip club!?!!?”

“Don’t act so mortified. Lots of people go. See?”

“I’m not one of those people, Gi!!!”

But all you got was a coo in response as your coworker-turned-friend squished your cheeks together at the cute nickname you had just subconsciously given her. Before you could further complain and even rush out the door, you were being dragged to the bar area. Good lord. There were naked and half naked people everywhere. How could anyone call this fun??? It was barbaric!! With cheeks still flushed in shock and now embarrassment, you simply let Gigi order the drinks for the two of you so that you could try to pull yourself together.

It was going to be a loooonnng night.

With a couple drinks in your system, you were definitely starting to feel it. A light weight. You knew you were a light weight but dang. Allowing the tipsy Gigi to guide you over to a table close to the stage, you didn’t find yourself whining at the idea of being so close up to someone who was going to strip right in front of you. Perhaps it was the alcohol messing with your brain and you just didn’t have the energy to care anymore. You were stuck here so might as well make the most of it, right?

And then he walked out.

If you weren’t so out of it thanks to the alcohol, you would have had better control over your bodily functions. Like trying to prevent from drooling all over yourself. He was absolutely gorgeous. And that was putting it lightly in your opinion.

His facial features reminded you of a rabbit but he was anything but cute right now. Those doe eyes of his were sharp yet hooded as he put on a show of pure seduction while on stage. Yes. This man was a stripper but you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. Your embarrassment was traded in for fascination as you watched him saunter his way to the center of the stage.

Dark locks hung in front of his beautifully handsome face and the product used in it made it appear as if he had just gotten out of the shower and his hair was still wet. It wasn’t the only thing wet right now as you tried to press your thighs closer together. Good lord. What age were you? Sixteen? Subconsciously licking your dry lips, you watched as he began to unbutton the sleeves of his dress shirt.

Yes. He was fit for all purposes of the word. You could tell this guy went to the gym often because of the way his muscles bulged within the confines of his outfit. His dress shirt had some sort of sequins in it that made it sparkle under the harsh lighting of the stage. It was like he himself was sparkling in all his gorgeousness. You truly had never seen such a more handsome man before. Not even on magazine covers.

As he worked on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, you let your eyes wander further down his body. God his thigh muscles. How on earth did he even fit in those pants? They looked painted on! The next thing you knew, he was pulling the hem of his shirt from the confinements of those skin tight pants. If you weren’t certain he went to the gym before, you were absolutely positive now.

After watching him allow his dress shirt to fall on the stage floor, you were definitely drooling at this point. In fact, you were so wrapped up in watching this mysterious man perform that you didn’t even notice Gigi leaving you to your own devices. Had you been paying her any mind, you would have pouted at her smug expression of victory as she moved back to the bar for another drink.

With the man now shirtless, you took your good old time admiring his freshly exposed skin. He was perfect. You were pretty sure no other man could be as perfect and flawless as him. At least appearance wise. If this guy wasn’t proud of his body, then he should be. From the looks of things, perhaps he was a little too proud. You were a little drunk but you weren’t blind drunk. You could be blind and still be able to see the confidence that radiated off of him in waves.

What you didn’t expect, however, was for him to walk off the stage and into the crowd.

Walking right towards you.

Wait what????

Your eyes widened in shock as he strutted his way over to you. There was no mistaking that it was you he was after because there was no one else at the table you were sitting at. No. His eyes were all on you and the heat was spreading from your face, all the way down your neck and to the tips of your ears. Gosh this was so embarrassing! Where was Gigi!?!? Your heart pounded in your ears over the music as the man slowly held out his hand for you to take.

As if you still had no control over your own body, you found yourself placing your shaking, clammy hand in his own. Gosh his hands were big too. You felt so small at the realization as he gently gripped your hand in his. The next thing you knew, you were being swiftly pulled from your chair and twirled around only to land in a solid, hard lap. You were sobering up pretty quickly. Or at least it seemed like it.

Dear god this was so mortifying!!

“The name is Jungkook. I’m guessing from the frightened look on your face, you don’t come here often. Would I be guessing correctly, beautiful?”

God you needed to say something, anything, but you were just too shocked and embarrassed by your current situation that all you could do was part your lips but no sounds came out. Your eyes did all the talking as they stared into his own; yours full of helplessness and yes you were definitely scared. A shirtless stranger had you in his lap like it was no big deal. Handsome, sure, but still a complete stranger. He smiled and chuckled softly in endearment before carefully helping you off his lap and back to stand on your own two feet.

“I’ll take that as a yes. But worry not, beautiful, you’re safe with me. I won’t hurt you. Here, take this and once I’m done performing, hand this to the bartender and he’ll bring you right to me. I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

You stood there like a bump on a log as you watched him fish in his back pocket for something. How could he fit anything in those pants besides his hot ass and thighs? Seriously!? Those things weren’t painted on??? Blinking and feeling half numb by this point, you felt him press something into your palm and even helped close your fingers around it. As he walked away coolly back towards the stage to do his thing, you stared down at what was in your hand while fumbling to find your seat again. You definitely needed to sit down right now.

A key. This Jungkook guy had given you a key. It looked pretty antique and vintage, like something you’d see back in medieval times, but you weren’t going to question it. No. The real question was---were you really gonna take him up on this offer of his. Then again.....what exactly was he offering you? A private lap dance? That had to be what it was. Something that you wanted no part of.

Or did you?

Ugh. This was so troublesome. So annoying! Then again.....what did you really have to lose? But what if you couldn’t trust this guy? There was just so many things you didn’t know. Not to mention you were scared of looking like an even bigger idiot in front of him. He probably thought you were some spineless virgin. Granted the spineless part wasn’t far from the truth but at least you weren’t a virgin...

And before you knew it, the man was sauntering off stage back towards the curtains where he disappeared from sight. You almost choked when you realized he had stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs. Was it a shame that you only caught his backside in that state? Wait----Of course not! You didn’t want to see what this guy was carrying around in his pants......

Or did you?

Trying to decide if you had too much to drink or not enough, you sat there for a few minutes longer weighing your options. On one hand, you could go in and see what he was proposing and if you didn’t like it, you could always back out. On the other hand, if you walk away now, you might be missing out on something that you didn’t realize you wanted. Heck, you never imagined you’d start the weekend off with a new friend. Perhaps you really did need to broaden your horizons.

Taking a deep breath, you stood from your chair and headed over to the bar where Jungkook, you’re pretty sure that was his name, had told you to hand the key over. The bartender seemed nice enough as he took the key and nodded his head with a soft ‘this way, my dear’. Oh boy. Here we go. No backing out now. It was now or never. You had half a mind to text Gigi what you were doing but something told you she didn’t miss the whole scene of you sitting in a stripper’s lap.

You were guided through a door that no doubt lead to a backstage type setting but you were totally not prepared for the scene you practically stumbled upon. Girls. So many girls. Some were half dressed while some walked around completely naked. Holy----Your eyes. Again, you weren’t a virgin but you might as well have been considering how warm your face had gotten. Some of them even giggled and flashed you cheeky winks. Oh boy. Apparently privacy wasn’t a thing around here. You could only hope there would be more privacy where you were headed.

Speaking of, after walking down two more hallways, the bartender finally reached a door and used that very same key to unlock a door before cracking it open just enough to let someone know you were here. Of course you could only presume it was Jungkook. Good lord. Hopefully there was no one else in the room. One stripper was all you could handle right now. And heck you couldn’t even handle that!

After the bartender politely bid you farewell, you found yourself gulping down a lump that had suddenly formed in your throat as you stared at the slightly cracked open door. This was it. Supposedly Jungkook was waiting on the other side. What if he was already naked??? Dear god maybe you should just politely decline and catch an Uber home. Yeah. That sounded like a good idea. Get a nice cup of black coffee and some headache pills so that you wouldn’t suffer a hango----

“You can come in, beautiful. It’s safe. I promise.”

Why did he have to sound so soothing and convincing for, huh?! Wishing you had a tall glass of ice water to jug down right about now, you did your best to brace yourself for what was on the other side of the door. Gosh your face already felt like it was on fire. How embarrassing! With a clammy and shaky hand, you put your weight on the door and eased it open further so that you could poke your head inside.

Oh.....

It looked so.....normal? Perhaps even.....casual and dare you say.......soothing?

It was pretty much set up like a master bedroom you’d find in any normal house. There was a mini bar set up with some expensive looking alcohol and drinking glasses already filled. Soft R&B music was playing in the background but the volume was so low that it indeed sounded like simple background noise. You could smell something. It was soothing but you could only guess it was coming from some kind of candle or maybe a diffuser.

“Hello there, sweetheart. I’m glad to see you took me up on my offer. I can assure you, I don’t bite. Unless of course you’re into that kind of thing.”

He was dressed so casually compared to the last time you saw him only moments ago. He was decked out for comfort despite what you believe his intentions were. Dark gray sweatpants and a matching hooded sweatshirt. They looked thin in material so it was probably just to help keep him modest while in your presence. His hair still had that wet look to it thanks to the mountain of products he probably had in it.

“Come sit with me and have a drink. Or would you prefer some water? You look quite flushed.”

“W-Water would be nice, thank you.”

Not realizing your legs had felt like jello, you managed to hobble your way over to the couch where you took a much needed seat. Your hands were still shaking a bit but perhaps it was just from the lingering nerves. The atmosphere really was soothing thanks to the dimmed lights that gave off a warm and soft glow; casting the perfect amount of shadow over everything. You were pretty sure you were smelling lavender and it was a comforting scent for sure.

“Here you go, love. Just try to relax. I’m not here to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. But you looked like you needed to loosen up. Maybe someone to talk to?”

Softly thanking him for the water, you tried not to chug it back but it was hard given how shook up you were. Not to mention your face still felt pretty warm. Perhaps you would have been better off to just splash yourself in the face with it instead. Managing to take a couple gulps without looking silly, you held the cup in your lap before looking over at him with guarded and curious eyes.

“So.....we just sit here and talk?”

“If that’s what you’re comfortable with? I’m at your service. Your wish is my command as the saying goes.”

His soft chuckles filled the room and you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling a little. Were all strippers this chill? Now that you thought about it, what made strippers different from anyone else? It wasn’t like they were some kind of exotic creature. They too were just normal, every day humans making a living. It wasn’t like they were a different kind of species.

Maybe this would be okay after all.

“So......you’re not here to give me a lap dance?”

“Oh my god! You’re so cute! I can’t!”

You watched in utter amazement as Jungkook, who had since been siting next to you on the couch, started to curl in on himself while he laughed; carefully holding his glass of whatever alcohol he was drinking in one hand while his other wrapped around his waist. Pouting and semi folding your arms due to the fact that you were still holding a glass of water, you mumbled in your own defense,

“What?! It’s a legit and reasonable question!”

Still pouting while watching and waiting for him to pull himself together, you decided to distract yourself with your glass of water. At least the blush in your face was letting up. Did that mean you were already getting comfortable with him? This guy.......He was like magic in that way. Knowing exactly what you needed to feel comfortable and relaxed. Then again.....he probably did this with everyone he brought back here. You suddenly felt the need to stand rather than sit on the couch.

“I swear, we’re only here to do whatever you want. So if you want a lap dance, I can do that. If you want to just sit here and chill, I can do that too.”

“But......why me? You had tons of other girls out there to pick from to bring back here. So why pick me? Clearly I’m an awkward turtle. Doesn’t exactly scream sexy.”

It was a fair question. A question that you were eager to have an answer for. Watching him closely, you noticed he was rubbing his chin in thought as if he was trying to find the right words to explain his reasoning behind bringing you back here. With a soft hum of said thought, Jungkook took a sip from his glass before replying casually while meeting your eyes,

“I guess you just looked.....lonely? Lost? You looked like you needed this. Clearly you didn’t come to a strip club by choice or at least not entirely. I could feel your tension clear across the stage. I was going to offer you a massage but I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

Okay well that was fair. You couldn’t help but notice how good he was at reading people. Or perhaps you were just simply an open book. Yeah. It was probably that. You had often been told by everyone in your family that you carry your heart on your sleeve and your emotions along with it. Just as you were mentally scoffing at said family, Jungkook’s voice once again broke through your thoughts.

“Tell me, cutie, if it’s not too personal or prying to ask, when’s the last time you got laid?”

Well so much for that fading blush of yours. Granted, you knew you didn’t owe him an answer. Your sex life was your business and no one else’s. However....there was just something about Jungkook that made him easy to talk to. He gave off this aura of comfort and made you feel like you could tell him anything. With your cheeks still rosy and your ears just as red, you timidly sipped from your water again before mumbling in shame,

“Too long ago.”

But rather than laugh at you again, he offered you a sympathetic, lopsided smile; his eyes full of understanding and a small nod to go with it. You were grateful that he had picked up on the topic being a sensitive one for you and therefore respecting your feelings and not wanting to hurt you by poking fun. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he set his glass down on the side table that was on his end of the couch.

“Well, to be frank, I’m more than willing to give you a lap dance if you think it’d help you relax and unwind. I personally think it’d be good for you. You’ve got too much pent up tension there and I think we’re both in agreement when I say everyone needs a good release every once in awhile.”

Was he inclining what you thought he was inclining???

“You mean you want to have sex with me?”

His soft snort of laughter made you pout once more while you subconsciously tried to fan your face. Sure the lighting was dim in the room but was it doing anything to hide your raging blush? With a soft and warm smile, Jungkook couldn’t help but shake his head at you in fond amusement. You really were the cutest. Dramatically raising his hands as in defense or surrender, he said casually,

“All I’m saying is, that I’m more than willing to make you cum, pretty girl. You really look like you need a good release. I have no doubt you’ll feel better afterwards. I’ve been told I have the golden touch.”

Despite your lingering embarrassment, you weren’t too far gone to roll your eyes at his overflowing humbleness. But now you had a decision to make. Clearly Jungkook was a safe guy to be around. He wasn’t some crazy trying to rape you or anything. Or at least you were pretty sure he was a decent guy with a straight head on his shoulders. Absentmindedly nibbling on your bottom lip, you took a moment longer to think about it.

“So......how exactly do you give me a lap dance? Do I sit in a chair or something?”

Gosh you were absolutely adorable. Precious, even. Jungkook swore that if you got any cuter, he was going to have to retire and ask you out on a date. Or at least ask for your number and maybe meet up for coffee. Did you like coffee? You probably did. You looked like a coffee drinker. He wondered what your favorite drink was. Mentally shaking his head and focusing on his job once more, he smiled with his eyes sparkling in warm amusement before saying casually,

“It all depends on what you’re comfortable with, really. I can also easily give you a little show on the bed. Actually, the bed would probably be more comfortable for you.”

He then added with a slightly more serious tone,

“But if you do decide this is something you want to do, just remember that you make the rules in this too. While I have my own set of guidelines, I’m only here to do what makes you comfortable.”

Nodding in full understanding, you bit your bottom lip once more as you decided if this was something you really wanted to go through with. Jungkook really was a handsome young man. You’d probably be stupid to turn him down. And it seemed like he was allowing you to call most of, if not all, the shots in this. He would only do what you asked of him. What you permitted him to do. That alone was comforting enough for you to say----

“So the bed?”

“The bed. Make yourself comfortable, baby girl. I’m gonna take good care of you. Promise.”

Your face flushed pink yet again with a small, shy pout as he flashed you a bright smile and cheeky wink. Good lord you were really going to do this. Okay. Okay. You could do this. You needed this. It wasn’t like you were entirely blind. Of course you needed a good release but you had just never been given the right push to get there. Not to mention it had never fit into your daily routine.

After all, you were all about the routine.

Perhaps Jungkook would become part of that daily set schedule of yours....

“It’s okay to keep your clothes on but you might find yourself more comfortable if you take them off. Just saying.”

He had a point. You were already warm thanks to your permanent blush. This was it. Time to throw all caution out the window and just go for it. You weren’t a teenager having her first time. No. You were a young woman with a body to be proud of. You deserved this. Steeling yourself up with that confident mindset, you nodded and started to undress till you were left in only your black bra, matching panties, and your stockings.

Seeing that you had started to warm up to the idea and was becoming more comfortable with things, Jungkook decided it was his cue to finally get into character while being mindful of your shy nature. He felt like a lion and you were his little lamb. So pure and yet easily frightened. There was just something about you that spoke out to him. He wanted to help you. And that urge confused even himself.

“Okay, beautiful, I’m going to start now.”

With his hands reaching back for his light sweatshirt, he couldn’t resist adding with a smile and a bit of a warm and playful glint in his eyes,

“You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way. Keep those stockings on too.”

While mumbling a soft and shy thanks, you watched him as he did that super hot thing guys do when taking off their shirt. That thing where they magically tug the piece of material over their head from the back. Why was it so hot, anyway?? Was that just something every woman came to accept? It must have worked on you because Jungkook’s soft chuckles filled the room once more. Looking up into his eyes, you noticed he was rather smug and pleased with himself.

“Like what you see, cutie?”

“Well----I mean----You have a nice body. So yeah. I guess I do.”

You hated how choppy your sentences sound but it was like this guy knew how to turn your brain into absolute mush. You were already like putty in his hands and he had only taken his shirt off with those sweatpants hanging perfectly from his hips. Perhaps you really did need to get laid....

Just then, you watched as he started to swivel those very hips in a way that had you involuntarily gulping and pressing your thighs together. The last thing you wanted to do was make a mess of this bed. But then again.....perhaps that was part of Jungkook’s plan for you. He said he wanted to make you cum, after all. You hadn’t realized your throat and lips were so dry till you sucked in a breath at a particularly sudden hip thrust. Oh wow. He was so good!!

You definitely made the right decision to go along with this.

“Touch yourself if you need to, baby girl. It’s okay to explore.”

“I-I’m good. Just ke-keep going-ing.”

You could get used to his warm chuckles of amusement. It felt good to know that he wasn’t really laughing at you in a sense of mocking you. It was more like.....maybe he found you endearing? Whatever it was, you were just glad he wasn’t mocking you or belittling you for your lack of experience in all of this. Despite being a stripper, that certainly didn’t make Jungkook a bad guy.

You could actually see yourself sitting down with him over a cup of coffee. You wondered if he even liked coffee? He seemed like the kind of guy that you might find in a cafe sipping on a nice iced Americano.

“Focus, baby. Try not to let your mind wander or you’ll miss all the fun.”

He must have realized you were really zoning out and getting lost in your thoughts because after blinking mental images of coffee shops away, you nearly choked when you saw that he had stripped away his sweatpants and was left standing in front of you with nothing but his boxer briefs on. Dang he was built! He had to be pure muscle. Had to be!

Unknowingly licking your dry lips and swallowing a new lump in your throat, you decided to make yourself more comfortable by scooting back further onto the bed where you could rest your back up against the pillows and headboard. Once you were in a good spot, you turned your attention back to Jungkook and found he had somewhat of a dangerous smirk on his face. Oh boy....

“You really do look beautiful, baby girl. I can’t wait to take care of you like you deserve. If you’ll have me, of course.”

Not able to find your voice, you simply nodded while subconsciously playing with your fingers in your lap; thighs still pressed tightly together. Grinning, the male made sure to move his hips just right as he approached the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help but wonder what his game plan was to take care of you. And that was when he tilted his head to the side in curiosity and asked in a light tone,

“May I join you, lovely?”

“Ye--Yeah.”

“Wonderful. Let me know if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, okay?”

Still not having much of a voice, you simply nodded and watched him approach you like a predator after his prey. That smirk was back as he slowly climbed onto the bed; the mattress dipping under his weight. You could hear your own heart pounding in your ears as the anticipation built. This was your last chance to back out but for some reason you remained silent. Perhaps you really did want this.

The next thing you knew, he was gently running his hand along your one leg while his lips were ghosting up the other. Goosebumps rose from your skin at his touch and yet your core was starting to get hotter and hotter. Perhaps Jungkook really did have the golden touch? You felt your breath catch when he finally started planting actual kisses to your leg; starting with your knee. He was being so gentle and slow. Something that you were extremely grateful for.

“Your skin is super soft, baby. You must take really good care of your body. I can appreciate that in a woman.”

“Th--Thanks. I try.”

Jungkook knew you were extremely nervous despite your agreement to go along with this so he wanted to take things slow and sort of ease you into the whole idea of what he had planned for you. As he finally reached up to your thighs, he couldn’t help but playfully nip at the delicious skin that greeted him. Your little yelp and jump was so cute. With his head nearly resting on your thigh, he couldn’t help but sneak a glance up at you.

Your face was so red and you knew it was. Hardly anything sexy to look at but to Jungkook you were so precious and endearing. He could just eat you right up. Lucky for you that was exactly his plan. Planting a soothing kiss over his little bite mark, he then moved up to where he was eye level with your cleavage but still looking up at you with eyes dark while full of excitement and curiosity. Licking his lips, he asked,

“May I?”

Upon seeing your timid nod of approval, he smiled more warmly before moving his eyes to his latest target. You had really nice breasts from what he could tell. Just the right size, too. Not being able to help himself any longer, he moved till he was more comfortable on his knees and gently took one of your soft mounds into his large hand. Oh yeah. You were soft. And just like that, a small moan fell from your lips. Like music to his ears.

“Don’t hold back, beautiful. I won’t know if I’m doing a good job if I can’t hear you.”

Knowing it was something you enjoyed, he decided to give your other breast his attention as well by using his free hand. With both palms now happily occupied as they slowly massaged your supple mounds, he couldn’t help but let his lips wander. Their next target? Your neck. He briefly wondered if it was a sensitive spot of yours because it would definitely seem your breasts were sensitive. He rolled his thumbs over your nipples and could feel them harden through the fabric of your bra.

“So beautiful. I bet your tits are absolutely divine. Would you let me see them, baby girl?”

You shivered and released a shaky moan as his lips lightly brushed up against the length of your neck. His hands were amazing and he had hardly touched you. There was a small voice in the back of your head that was screaming at you to say no. That this guy was still a complete stranger and had no business seeing your tits. However, this stranger was also making you feel things you didn’t realize you needed or wanted.

“Ye--Ye---Yeah. You can.”

Being careful as if not to frighten you away, he removed his hands from your bosom so that he could slowly and gently reach around you to unclasp your bra. While his deft fingers worked on the clasps, his lips found their way to your neck once more where he started planting soft, open mouthed kisses. Once he freed you from the confines of your bra, he slowly dragged the straps down your arms before taking the thing off completely.

Tossing the black bra somewhere behind him, he couldn’t peel his eyes away from the sight in front of him. You really were quite pretty and he wasn’t just talking about your tits. Although they were nice too. Absentmindedly licking his lips in eagerness, he couldn’t help but mumble,

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, my lovely. Do me a favor and lay down for me. I’m going to worship this body a little bit longer.”

Worship you? It just didn’t sound right to your ears. Then again, your self-esteem always did need a bit of work. Blushing to the point of lightly fanning your face once more, you nodded and timidly wiggled in between his legs so that you could comfortably rest your head on the pillows. Staring up at him with your eyes full of curiosity yet uncertainty, you asked shyly in a small tone,

“What are you gonna do?”

You poor thing. Had no one really ever treated you to something like this? And he wasn’t even going all out. For some reason, it really irked him at the thought that no man had ever truly took time to appreciate your body like this. However, not wanting you to think he was grumpy with you or having second thoughts, Jungkook wore a warm smile with softened eyes and spoke sincerely but with a hint of teasing in his voice,

“Well since you look positively delicious, I was thinking of eating you.”

Not giving you time to respond, he added slowly while his lips drew closer and closer to your bosom,

“First, I want to suck on these pretty tits of yours. Then.....”

You watched with a slightly heaving chest as he gracefully crawled down your body till his lips were just centimetres away from the waist line of your panties. His intense staring of your core was making you squirm and a soft whine slipped out before you could bite your tongue. His grin suddenly came back as his eyes flickered to make direct contact with your own.

“Then I’ll eat you out like you deserve. You’re a goddess and that’s how I intend to treat you.”

The next thing you knew, words were flying out of your mouth on your own accord.

“Can we just skip the tits and you eat me out now? I don’t think I can wait any longer. It’s killing me to wait.”

It really had been forever since you last did anything. Whether it be at the hands of someone else or yourself. You were quickly getting used to the permanent blush on your face and your embarrassment was quickly being replaced with impatience as you stared down at him where he was perched between your legs.

Yep. He was going to retire, quit stripping, and sweep you off your feet; carrying you out into the sunset to live happily ever after. You were just too freaking cute for words. He liked them shy and innocent because then he could completely ravish them till they were ruined and begging for more. You were totally his type. Grinning like a fox, he teasingly gripped the waist line of your panties between his teeth and tugged only to let them snap back against your skin before saying in a low tone,

“Well I did say your wish was my command.”

It wasn’t till he was lifting himself up to rest on his knees and thighs that you realized just how worked up you had gotten. The sexual frustration was starting to get the best of you; especially as you were sobering up pretty quickly. Not having realized that you had spread your legs for him at some point in the game, you simply spread them wider so that he’d have plenty of room to do whatever it was he had in store for you.

That fox-like grin still on his face, Jungkook couldn’t help but lean back down onto his elbows so that he could gently nuzzle your chest before planting soft kisses around your nipples. You were torn between whining and moaning as you both enjoyed the touch but also grew all the more impatient for where you really wanted him. After releasing a soft groan of pleasure, you couldn’t help but gently tug on his soft locks in warning while saying in a whining tone,

“Jungkoooook. Stoooop. You said you’d eat me out now!”

His rock hard body shook gently against your own as he chuckled at your adorable display of impatience. He was pleased to see you finally letting go and allowing yourself this moment. It had been a task and a half, but he finally got you here. Planting one last kiss to the underside of your breast, he slithered down your body like the seducing snake he could be and finally started planting kisses down your stomach to the waist line of your black panties.

“I’m sorry, love. But I can’t help myself. You’re just too beautiful not to admire.”

However, playtime was over. Gently tapping your thigh, he gave you the cue to lift your bum so that he could slip off your panties more easily. With a blink of an eye, you were left with nothing but your stockings which Jungkook had insisted you keep on because it made you look all the more sexy to him. You couldn’t tell if his compliments were sincere or not but you were so wound up that you didn’t really care at this point.

“God you look absolutely delicious. I can’t wait to taste you, baby girl.”

His words made your walls clench around nothing and it only caused more slick to pool between your thighs as Jungkook had since gotten himself more comfortable between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. Gosh he was so muscular. You could see his muscles bulge as he worked on positioning you right where he wanted you. You both licked your lips as eyed each other with equal amounts of hunger.

You watched him lower his head before feeling his tongue for the first time. Eyes instantly snapping shut, you felt your back arch off the bed and a moan fall from your lips. Yes. Jungkook not only had the magic touch, but he had the magic tongue. You were certain of it. The male gently dug his shortened nails into the meat of your thighs as he too let out a moan of his own. You tasted just as wonderful has he imagined you would.

“God, babe. You’re delicious. You’re spoiling me here. Where have you been all my life?”

“I-I d-d-du-dunno.”

Your thighs started to shake when you felt his tongue flick over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Maybe it was because someone else was touching you but not even your most expensive vibrator could make you feel this good. Needing something to ground you, your hands found their way into his mess of hair and you found yourself gently tugging on the soft locks that lay between your fingers. The action made Jungkook moan and you felt the vibrations with full force.

The male enjoyed having his hair pulled despite how dominate he naturally was. He considered hair pulling one of the many signs that he was doing a good job and that was something that had always been important to him. He enjoyed making others feel good. One of the few reasons he hadn’t quit his job as a stripper. But there was something about you.......He just couldn’t place it.

You really did taste amazing, though. His eagerness was more genuine than for show. Wanting to increase your pleasure, he pressed his face harder into your core, his nose buried in your scent while his tongue got to taste you to the fullest. You were so warm and wet. Jungkook could only imagine how you’d feel around his cock. Which had since grown hard within his boxer briefs. Gosh it was always the cute and shy ones that turned him on the most.

As he went back to teasing your clit and sucking it with hunger, he heard your moans coming to a halt as you half shouted in a desperate tone,

“Jungkook-----I want your cock! Please! I need you in me! Now!”

Well that escalated quickly.

However, he wanted to make absolutely sure this was something you wanted. Pulling his face away from your core, he looked up at you through his eyelashes with eyes that had grown dark with lust. Yours too were just as dark which was a huge contrast to the innocent shine they had shown only moments ago. You suddenly weren’t so shy and definitely not innocent.

You were a total wreck at this point. Your mind was a mess but you knew what you wanted. You had long sobered up from what few drinks you had and you knew this was something you wanted. Something you needed. It had truly been awhile since you last experienced an orgasm and you were long overdue for one. Jungkook, stranger or not, was your ticket to release and nothing was going to stand in your way.

Not even your routine.

“Please, Jungkook. Please.”

“Easy, baby girl. I’ve got you. I’ll take really good care of you.”

Releasing your legs and climbing off the bed for just a moment, he could feel your eyes on him as he fished out a condom from one of the side drawers. You were so wrecked and it was a beautiful sight. Your eyes hooded with your chest heaving. He had hardly touched you. Poor thing, you must be really sensitive.

Climbing back onto the bed, he made quick work of ripping the package and rolling the condom onto his rock hard length. You really did turn him on. Normally, he had to work himself to full mast but you being you.....it was no problem. Perhaps you yourself was magic too. Given his line of work, it wasn’t often he found a client who could turn him on as much as you did.

“You’re going to feel so good around my cock, baby girl. You sure you don’t want me to stre-----”

“No! Please! I’m good. I promise. Just hurry! Want you so bad!”

Jungkook had no doubt that you could have quite the dirty mouth on you if you were to let yourself go far enough. It was almost hard to believe that just mere moments ago, you were this shy young woman who wouldn’t dare do something so scandalous as having sex with a stripper. Yet here you were, desperate under his touch. He loved it. Thrived in it.

The lion had his little lamb right where he wanted her.

Not wanting to keep you waiting any longer, he made himself comfortable between your legs once more before aligning himself with your sopping entrance. You were so beautiful with your face all flushed and chest rising and falling at a slightly rapid pace. Your soft locks sprawled all over the pillow. So so pretty. And all for him. Trying to focus, he slowly eased himself forward till he could feel the tip of his length nudge your entrance. God you were so warm. He could only imagine how wonderful you’d feel once he was fully inside you.

“You’re so freaking tight, baby girl. It really has been awhile, huh?”

“God too long! Too long! Please! Ruin me, Jungkook!”

He knew it. You could be a dirty little girl if you’d just let yourself loose from your own leash. He certainly hoped this wouldn’t be the last time the two of you saw each other. You were a real treat in his book. A treat he wanted again and again. Someone he could easily become addicted to being around if you’d let him.

He could feel your velvety walls clenching around him as you were stuffed full for the first time in a long while. Not wanting you to go into some sort of shock, he gently rubbed your sides with his warm hands in soothing, repetitive motions. Leaning down, he gently planted kisses along your face. Just anything to take your mind off the slight sting he knew you’d feel.

“Deep breaths, baby. Deep breaths. You’re right here and I’m not going to let anything hurt you, okay?”

“Ss-s-so full.”

“I know, baby. I know. Bet you’ve never had cock this good, huh?”

“Ne-Never. Never ever. Ss-so good.”

You were already ruined and he hadn’t even moved. You poor poor thing. Depriving yourself for so long of something so good. Well he was going to make sure you didn’t miss out any longer. Feeling your body ease up from underneath him, he took that as a silent signal to start moving his hips. God you felt so good around him. His length involuntarily twitched what little it could while being buried inside your warm wet walls.

“You feel just as good, babe. So warm and tight. Just the way I like it. You were made for me, baby girl.”

Your moans filled the room along with his own as you found your arms wrapping around him to gently dig your nails into his muscular back. You needed something to hold onto despite his slow and easy pace. While you appreciated him taking things slow......you had long since grown impatient. Testing the waters since you really hadn’t done much yourself, you bucked your hips at just the right time so that they collided with his own.

Yeah. That felt good.

With a soft growl of pleasure, Jungkook found himself staring heavily into your eyes as he said in a low and slightly threatening tone,

“Ooohhh. So baby girl likes it rough, does she? Well two can play at this game. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Oh boy.....

And just like that, the male pulled out of you only for him to flip you over onto your hands and knees. All the sounds you could make were soft yelps of surprise before suddenly feeling him ram his hips into yours; successfully sheathing himself deep inside you once more. The action alone caused a loud moan to fall from your lips as you hung your head; body slightly shaking with overwhelming pleasure.

“Yes! Yes, Jungkook! Please! More!”

“Greedy little lamb! So eager for my cock. Gonna absolutely ruin you! Fuck you so good you’ll forget your own name and only remember mine!”

The room became filled with your moans along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as Jungkook pounded into you from behind; his hands gripping your hips till he left marks. You had never been with someone who was so strong. His movements were so powerful that he was making the bed shake as well as yourself. Your moans came out shaky from how he managed to move your body with his powerful thrusts. You then felt him drape himself over your back.

He reached around you so that one hand could massage your breast and play with your nipple while his other hand slithered down to where he found your clit. It had already been a challenge for you to stay on all fours when he started ramming his hips into yours; let alone when he started feeling up your weak spots. God you had no idea you were so sensitive till Jungkook came along. It was like he already knew your body like the back of his hand.

“Jj-Ju-Jungko-oo-ok. I’m cl-cl-close!!”

“Already, baby girl? Surly you can last a little longer till I get there, hmm? Can you wait for me, beautiful?”

Normally, he could care less when his clients came. Sometimes, the sooner the better. But with you? Jungkook was just having way too much fun and you really did feel amazing. However, there was also that little nagging voice in the back of his head whining about how he didn’t want to let you leave. There was so much he wanted to ask you. Hell, he wanted to get to know you. Which he still hadn’t figured out why. Maybe you were just an easily likable person?

Your moans were even cute as you let out all your pent up sexual frustration. However, his strength must have gotten the better of you because he watched your arms finally give out from under you. Acting quickly, he used his own arms to lift you up so that you were leaning back into him; the both of you now on your knees.

With his nose buried in the crook of your neck, he began to place sloppy kisses to your heated skin while an arm wrapped around your chest; massaging your breast while that other hand went back to work on rubbing figure eights into your clit. He could feel your thighs shaking and quivering as he slowly but surely brought you to your end. He could tell you were close from the way your walls clenched around his length repeatedly.

Then you surprised him by reaching back behind the both of you to try and grab at his ass. Well well well. We’re you getting a little brave? He couldn’t help but smile against the expanse of your neck before gently biting down on the skin and sucking it gently; leaving his mark for you to remember him by tomorrow.

“Jungkook!! Please!! Please let me cum!!”

“Go for it, baby girl. Cream all over my cock. Be a good little lamb and cum for me.”

Definitely not needing to be told twice, you could feel the knot in your lower belly finally snap and your release hitting you like a tidal wave. It was so easy and natural for you to scream out his name as your body arched and shook against his own. You were so lost in your bliss that you didn’t realize he had a protective hold on you while he too found his own end; releasing into the condom. Shame you couldn’t have felt him fill you up instead.

The only sounds filling the room were the soft music coming from Jungkook’s phone along with both of your heavy breathing. You could feel his heart pounding against your back as you had to lean against him for support; thankful that he was still holding you up. However, it wasn’t long till he gently pulled himself from you entirely before easing you down onto the mattress like a real gentleman.

“Let me go dispose of this and get a wash cloth to clean you up, okay baby?”

Still floating on your cloud bliss, you simply nodded your head against the pillows while hearing him chuckle once more. You felt like dead weight but it was a good kind of feeling. Whew. How much tension had you really held inside you for all this time? You had no idea how badly you needed this. Sex with a complete stranger. Who would have thought this was how you spiced up your life and broadened your horizon.

Just as your eyes were about to close completely, you heard him come back and ask casually,

“So are you a coffee drinker?”

[queenofallimagines]

Tendou daichi suga and Oikawa with a black s/o who got an attitude

Seeing all these wonderful black writers got me motivated also that Oikawa patreon audio

Tendou:

- motivation has stuck y’all

- This mans lives for drama

- Will get you riled up on purpose

- “Chill out shorty”

- His 6”2 ass will use you as an armrest

- Teases you all day long

- “If you don’t get your cabbage patch ass out my face.”

- He will just laugh and get you even angrier

- He just wants to knock you down a peg

- If you do manage to get under his skin it’s a wrap

- “Since you want to be a brat.How about I fuck the attitude out of you,hm?”

- He has no shame and will say this in front of the team

- So rip of you wanna get big in public

- Semi is dying lmao

- Ushiwaka will Lowkey warn you if he’s not in a good mood

- BC if he’s in a bad mood he might take you in front of people unless you beg him to take you somewhere else

- “You wanted to cause a scene so why don’t we give them a show.”

- If you’re at home he might just edge you for a few hours.

- You’ll just be a drooling mess by the end of it

Daichi:

- I’ve never wanted to call A man daddy ever but 👀

- We already know he has a no bullshit tolerance built up

- He would like to de-escalate the situation before it gets worse

- “Please calm down”

- “Na, this bitch really trying me so I gotta show her what’s good.”

- Sighs pinching the bridge of his nose

- He can deal with Hinata but you are pure rage

- If you have an attitude with him he’s gonna try and appease you the best he can

- “Sweetheart.”

- “Darling.”

- All the nicknames

- If you really at 100 he will put his foot down

- “Stop before I make you.”

- Horny but angry

- Lowkey how mad can you make him

- If you start insulting him it’s over honey

- “If you don’t get your ass out my face little boy.”

- He just slams you against the kitchen table on some

- “Keep up with this and I’m might have to punish you.”

- He won’t let you cum

- Like at all

- “Since you need to be reminded who you’re talking to; you’re going to take all of my cock without complaints.”

- He got that Ushijima dick man

- Huge and thick

- You struggling to fit it in

- 🥵🥵🥵

Suga:

- May be the mom friend but he is still chaotic asf

- God I love him

- Will laugh And ignore you

- The angrier you get the more turned on he is

- Probably likes to fight in a relationship lmao

- You’ve been ranting about someone who tried you for the last 45 mins and he’s just scrolling through Instagram

- When you yell at him for not listening he will shove you down on the couch and let you know what’s up

- “You could really put that mouth of yours to better use.”

- Will fuck your throat and not feel bad

- Pulls you up by the hair

- “You did so good! Why don’t I give you a reward?”

- Says it all with that sinister smile on his face

- If he gives you that smile in public oof

- He’s gunna drag you to the nearest private area and fuck your brains out

- Allyway back of the car bathroom stall

- “Look at you, creaming around my cock like you weren’t talking all that shit earlier.”

- you are noticeably disheveled and he’s not at all.

- All with that same smile on his face

- Will tie you up and go down on you till you’re sobbing

- “I hope you don’t loose your voice in the morning,love.”

- Cocky bastard 😤

Oikawa:

- lord

- He don’t even know he be doing shit

- Flirting is second nature at this point

- Tfw your coping mechanism becomes a personality trait

- He got bitches lined up

- All the attention is on him

- And he don’t do shit about it

- You are fuming

- You dam near snatch this girls edges as you drag his ass home

- Don’t even matter that you were on a date

- “Are you deadass right now? Like really?”

- He’s trying his hardest to talk you out of being angry but he’s an emotional masochist so he’s into it

- Will tease you

- Brushing up against you

- Talking in a low voice

- You can’t even remember why you were angry

- Push his buttons back!!

- “Look, if you’re not gunna fuck me I’ll just find someone who will.”

- Oop

- He can and will take you where you stand

- “Ohh, you think you can find someone who can make you scream as loud as I can? Cute”

- “Maybe I should fuck some manners into you.”

- He has a short refractory period and can last for a good while

- He’s gunna fuck you until you black out

- Lmao good luck

[enigma-im]

We Don’t Have to Dance

Rating: Mature Relationship: Demon x F!Human Warning: Fluff, uncomfortable sexual situations, communication, apologizing, broken english

Word Count: 3811

Dinner with friends opens up feelings and ideas for a couple on the slow burn.

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“Fuck, it's early,” I groan. I turn over on the couch and nestle in the warmth. I feel arms tighten around me and I recall Luke is here too. I find myself sliding my arms up his chest and around his neck. I cuddle my face into his collar, noticing how nice he smells. I hum in content and fall back asleep.

I wake up when I feel rumbling. I shuffle when I hear another voice. I try to turn and look behind me, but a hand stops me from moving. I tilt my head back and look up at Luke.

“Look who is finally awake, I gotta say I would be concern about her taking so long to wake up,” I hear Paxton joke. I roll my eye and fall back into Luke’s chest.

“Maybe it’s because I feel so comfy and safe that I can sleep through anything,” I counter. Luke seems to like my comment because he starts purring. I can’t help but chuckle and pat his chest. I twist in his hold and face Paxton. “Morning, what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Mary wanted to say hello,” he steps aside, and an extremely pregnant woman is standing behind him. she is tall and light-skinned. Also sporting a large belly, did I mention she looks super pregnant.

“Whoa, you are very pregnant,” I exclaim. She chuckles and rubs her stomach.

“Yes, I am 8 months. They are going to make me burst,” she blows out air with an eye roll.

“They?”

“Yes, twins. Bastard over here didn’t mention that it would be a very probable situation. Apparently, it’s a demon thing, don’t ask I have no idea,” she jokes. Paxton can’t help but beam at his wife. I just respond with a disbelieving laugh. She looks ready to explode, bursting at the seams with little ones.

Formalities are exchanged and breakfast is started. Mary helps in the kitchen despite my constant assurances. I rather not be the reason this woman goes into labor on my kitchen floor. The men talk in their guttural language in the living room.

“So, how does one get pregnant from a demon,” I kind of blurt out. The question sat on the edge of my brain since I saw her.

Mary snorts,” Why do you ask? Are you looking for some tips?” I stiffen as I stir the eggs, swallowing hard at the insinuation.

“No, no,” I quickly recover,” Not- I’m too- it’s just- “

“It’s alright, was just a joke,” Mary laughs,” Didn’t mean to put you in an early grave.”

“No, no. it’s fine, I generally can take a joke better than this,” I huff. Out the corner of my eye, Mary watches me with a knowing smile, catching my attention.

“So what do you think of him,” she plates the mounds of sausage and bacon,” Pax told me how you two met was rather…unconventional.”

I scoff,” that’s one way to say it.”

“But you seem to be coming around to him, especially if you get so flustered at the idea of kids with him, “she snickers to herself. I bite back another blush, fighting internally with myself. Which I guess is fair if that is how I react. At this time, I do not want to have kids with him. that is just a whole leap compared to the baby steps we are taking.

“I don’t hate him or anything,” I shrug, shouldering the conversation quickly.

“I didn’t ask that, I asked what you think of him. do you like him? I rather not see my friend get hurt if I can help it,” she clarifies. I finally look towards her, noticing the protectiveness she has for Luke. It's sweet, in a motherly way.

I sigh,” I think I like him, being around him at first was so terrifying. He just came in and slapped a claim over me like it was nothing. I didn’t know what was happening or why it was happening, all I knew was that I was scared. Now, it’s different. He scares me less and less every day and he is just so sweet and gentle with me. I can’t explain it well, but I can see myself perhaps falling for him, the kids thing is still a bit much.” I watch Mary as she ponders on my words. She gives nothing away till she looks back at me with a sweet smile.

“Good,” she nods,” I think he could make you very happy just as I know you already make him very happy.” I fluster once more, distracting myself as I shovel piles of eggs on a plate.

“thank you,” I mumble. Mary nods then turns out of the kitchen with full plates.

We all eat in the living room, sitting around like a bunch of old friends. Paxton and Mary sit on the couch while Luke and I settle on the floor near the coffee table. The conversation is constant though Luke tolerates sitting that one out and mostly listening. I get a short summary on how a courting is supposed to go with demons, to Luke’s embarrassment. Then a round of lighthearted teasing goes about till it’s time for Mary and Pax’s departure.

Once the couple leaves Luke claims his place behind me, arms wrapped around my middle.

“They are lovely, Mary is a sweetheart,” I say. Luke grumbles in agreement, leaning down to rub his cheek against mine.

“Domestic,” he rumbles near my ear. I nod, it was fairly domestic to have breakfast with another couple. It’s still strange to consider Luke and me a couple. How odd that things changed so swiftly.

“well, you going to help me with dishes,” I peck his cheek. He grumbles, squeezing me tighter to him. his nose traces behind my ear as he lazily presses kisses to the back of my neck. I shudder at the feeling, falling completely for the intimate gesture. Quickly, Luke spins me in his hold. he smiles down at me, gentle and filled with admiration.

“kiss,” he asks. I look between his eyes, feeling strange and new. I cup his jaw and bring him down to a lazy kiss. As usual, he is timid to the experience but eager. He follows the lazy pattern well enough, adjusting his hold on me to wrap his arm over my shoulders. He shocks me by introducing his tongue to my mouth, delving between my lips without an inch of rejection.

“Whoa,” I pull away,” Where did you learn that?”

“Pax,” he leans in for another kiss. I press his cheek away to his dismay.

“What were you two talking about while Mary and I were in the kitchen,” I ask. He shrugs, pressing his luck again for another kiss. I let him for the moment, seeing what he does with this new information. His tongue lazily pets at my lips before delving into my mouth once more. He meets mine with a clench of his fingers to my hip. He growls when I show him a thing or two, sucking on his tongue and twirling mine with his.

His fingers claw softly at my back, sending ripples of chills up my spine. Without my notice he manages to unhook my bra, smiling into the kiss when I stiffen. I pull away, quickly placing a hand to my chest to stop the descent of my bra.

“What were you two doing in the living room,” I ask, stepping away. I reach under my shirt and re-hook my bra, to his displeasure.

“Heart,” he answers with a pout. He tries to reach for me, but I step back. I circle him before heading to the kitchen, him in tow.

“Heart,” I ask, he nods,” how to win my heart?”

“Yes,” he bounces,” heart.” I regard him for a moment then start on tidying up the kitchen. Luke gives me a room but still watches me toss dishes into the sink.

“So Pax taught you about French kissing and how to unhook my bra,” I ask over my shoulder.

“More,” he says as he crosses the room,” not yet.” I twist to look at his cocky grin, the look rather new. I’m suspicious of such a look, almost tempted to call Pax to get a rundown on what to expect from his meddling.

“Not yet,” I cock a brow.

“Not yet, win heart first,” he nods.

I squint at him,” what sexual stuff did he tell you?” he doesn’t answer, just shrugging then grinning mischievously to himself. I grumble to myself, washing off the food from the plates. “I swear if I wake up to a sex swing I’m leaving,” I huff.

Luke was a lot more attentive, which is saying something. I sit down on the couch, putting on a movie for us once again. He keeps me on his lap the entire time, petting me everywhere. In the beginning, he just gropes at my thighs, purring against the back of my neck. Then he is licking under my jaw while trying to get his hands under my shirt. it’s when he tries to grab at my chest that I finally wiggle away.

On the other side of the couch, Luke keeps up his attentions, grabbing my feet and trying to pull me towards him. when that fails, he manages to tug me onto my back and crawl over me. the sudden change is startling. I look up at the eager demon, confused about where this is going.

“Luke,” I warn. He just huffs and bends down till our noses touch.

“pretty,” he purrs,” pretty.” I bite back a smile, still skeptical.

“thank you,” I answer,” what do you want?”

“Kiss,” he growls. I relent but with a teasing short kiss, almost pecking him and leaving. He grunts,” no, kiss.”

“But I did kiss you, you spoiled demon,” I tease. He grunts before taking the situation in his own hands, forcefully pressing his lips to mine. I can feel his sharp incisors prick at my skin as his tongue quickly touches mine. He falls onto his elbows, crowding his body as close to mine as he can. I want to push him away, feeling rather overwhelmed this morning but the purr coming from deep in his chest keeps me still.

“taste good,” he mumbles before diving back in. his tongue explores every inch of my mouth, the feel of his thick appendage almost takes away from the minuscule pleasure I sense in my lower stomach. His kiss is wet and needy, claiming me in almost every sense of the word. He runs his tongue over my teeth, then trying to shove it into the back of my throat.

I raise my hands to press against his chest, pushing him off, but once I touch his pec, he gives a sudden buck of his hips. A low fierce growl startles me to my core. I’m stuck between squirming away and returning the grind of his hips with my own. Instead, I sit frozen, as does he.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he sits back enough to look at me. he seems worried, timid in his actions now. I’m curious as to why, it was just a quick buck, no harm done.

“It’s alright, let’s just finish the movie,” I push at him. he moves just enough for his body to sit a few inches off of me. as he does, I notice a dull red color that sits harshly against his paler skin. I look between us and catch sight of his poking erection.

“oh,” I say louder than intended. Before I can get a better look, he collapses back on me, blocking the view. His cock sits pressed against my crotch, the heat muddling my brain more than expected.

“Sorry,” Luke flusters. Oh, how the tables have turned. I watch him nibble on his cheek, seemingly lost on what to do.

I cup his cheek,” Hey, it’s ok. No need to be so embarrassed.” I try to calm him, but he looks more uncomfortable. “Babe,” I catch his eyes,” what do you need?”

“leave,” he mumbles.

“You want to leave,” I ask. He nods,” Alright, that’s fine. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, that’s normally my job.” I try to joke but he doesn’t even offer a smile for my efforts. He just nods then vanishes. His weight leaves along with the hot feeling of his cock against me. I fall lack into the couch, catching my breath I wasn’t aware I was holding.

There is a small throbbing between my legs that has been insistent ever since I caught sight of him. this thrilling feeling ramps up every time I think of his proudly pointing dick. I want to be a prude about my ideas but it’s hard when I feel so bothered. Instead of trying to rowel myself up, I think on his worried face.

It's strange to see him as the flustered one, having been the one to instigate every encounter. I can’t help but think that his embarrassment was because of me more than him. was he worried he fucked it up by being hard? I won’t lie and say I was completely enraptured by him, because that would be wrong. There was a lingering concern that he would keep going, throwing off my concerns, and mounting me like some animal. Though that thought completely dissipated when he started getting worried.

I sit on the couch for what felt like hours before it got too late in the evening. With a yawn, I roll off the couch. I head upstairs to my room, having not been in there for so long. I flop onto my unmade bed and promptly fall into a restless sleep.

My dreams are plagued with worry and doubt that keeps me tossing and turning through most of the night. It’s fairly early when I wake up, it still being dark out. I roll onto the edge of my bed with a groan. I peel open my eyes to meet Luke’s. he sits on the floor watching me.

“Morning,” I cock a brow. He studies me for an alarming amount of time. I roll onto my back, sitting up against the headboard. “Something wrong,” I ask. He fidgets a bit.

“Sorry,” he drops his head,” didn’t mean to.”

“Mean to what,” I ask. He tilts his head, grimacing to himself. He then points towards his crotch and pouts once more. “Are you apologizing for being hard last night,” I ask.

“Yes,” he shrinks into himself. It's so startling to see him act so small. When we first met, he was so scary and big, now he seems like a shell of that.

I find myself throwing back the covers, patting the space next to me. “come on you big idiot,” I smile. he startles at my reaction, looking from me to my bed then back again. After a moment he slowly crawls from the floor onto my bed. he sits a few inches away, looking more uncomfortable now than ever.

“I’m not going to yell, so stop all that,” I scoff,” I just wanna talk, you open for some conversation?” he nods stiffly. I sigh,” I’m not mad, I wasn’t even mad last night. You did nothing wrong.” He scrunches up his face in confusion, watching me like it was a trap.

“Not mad,” he asks skeptically.

“not mad, I don’t know why you thought I would be,” I toss the blanket over his legs. he grabs at the covers, holding them tight in his grip. He slides down the headboard till his head rests on the pillow. I startle when his fingers touch my waist, curling around till he has a grip on me. quickly, he drags me forward till I’m flush against him.

“pretty,” he kisses the crown of my head,” sorry.”

“it’s ok,” I pat his chest,” why did you think I was mad?”

“Not ready,” he hugs me closer.

“you thought I wasn’t ready,” I ask, he nods,” I’m not going to fault you for having a natural reaction to things, I will fault you for your actions after that point though. That is if you started something I said no to.”

“Never,” his nails prick at my skin.

“I know you would never,” I sigh,” so you should know I wasn’t mad. This past month has been strange and scary for me, but I feel like it’s working out in its own way. we are taking baby steps and I appreciate that, last night was a lot but it’s fine. I’m fine.”

We both sit there quietly, only the sound of our breathing is heard in the early hours. At some point, his hold falls slack and his breathing evens out to barely anything. I look up at his closed eyes and slightly parted lips. I nearly coo at the sight, not being able to turn away. I shimmy up the bed till I’m eye level with him. I slowly reach out a hand until I gently poke at his face. his eyes twitch but he remains blissfully ignorant to my investigation.

His face is fairly angular, having sharp cheekbones and a rather chiseled jaw. Instead of strong its gaunter. I trace my finger over his cheek, feeling the warmth that lies beneath. Next, I feel the curve of his nose, then his eyebrows. I smooth the thin hairs down, smiling to myself. He is rather handsome, especially like this. my fingers dance across his face, each curve and angle stealing my attention.

I look up at his horns, growing curious at the texture of them. I hike my leg over his hip and shimmy up a bit more to reach his hard protrusions. I clasp the base, feeling the rough bumping terrain of them. As I stroke upwards Luke’s fingers curl and his chest rumbles with a purr. I roll back to see if I’ve woken him, his eyes remain closed. I press my luck a bit more. My palm glides up to the points of his horns, pressing lightly on the edge. It’s sharp, sharp enough to cause some damage if necessary.

I choke on a gasp as his head moves, nuzzles closer to my chest. His face snuggles against my bosom, humming as his arms tighten around me.

“continue,” he purrs. I chuckle, patting his head before grabbing at his horn again. His reactions are more now that he is awake. As I grip the base of him again, he trails a hand down to the leg resting over his hip. He pets my thigh, growling against my chest.

“Your horn sensitive, babe,” I chuckle. He nods. I continue my attentions, petting along his mighty horns. A dull throb begins between my legs, urging me to grind against his stomach. I fight back the need, just enjoying his reactions. Luke takes in a deep inhale, growling as he lets it out. His body stiffens slowly till he is clenching my thigh too hard.

“Stop,” he unhooks my leg from around him. Then, pushing me away further across the bed. I follow his command, adjust myself back down under the covers. I reach out and grab his clenched hand, pulling it to rest in the space between us.

“You alright,” I ask. He nods,” Is this too much?”

he shrugs,” excited.”

“excited? Right, sorry,” I turn into the pillow. Luke hums in answer, petting his thumb over mine. we both watch each other, slowly falling back into the comforting bliss that sleep brought. As my eyes begin to sink, he taps my arm.

“Question,” he says.

“you have a question,” I ask, he nods.

“see,” he asks.

“see what,” I ask in return. He looks down quickly then back at me. I look down at the sheet covering him then back up, confused. He repeats and then it clicks. “Oh,” I fluster,” I’m not sure- if you- I don’t know- “Luke stops my rambling, cupping my cheek like I’ve done his a thousand times.

“ok,” he smiles sweetly. With that, he drops the subject. He continues to hold my hand before he shuts his eyes. I watch him again in the tranquil moments of rest. I can’t help my mind from wandering back to his crotch. The temptation is there, stirring my brain till it’s all I can think about.

I nibble on my lip till I gain the courage to jostle him awake. He opens his eyes, meeting mine with confusion.

“I-I’m sorry for waking you,” I start before backing out,” no, never mind, go back to sleep.” I hide my face under the blanket, flustered at the mere thought of suggesting what I was going to. the realization that I could see him with a simple lift of the blanket makes my insides throb. I want to, I find that I really do, but god I’m too timid.

As I wallow in self-pity Luke peals the blanket from over my face. he is closer now, a few inches away. His smile is sweet as he curls his arm over me.

“pretty,” he kisses my head. he then twists onto his back pulling me into his side. With a teasing smile, he looks down his body. I follow his gaze, watching as he lifts the blanket. I can feel the heat curling around my cheeks as I see his erection laying against his stomach. The dull red is loud against the pale skin shadowed by the low light. I get a better look when he tosses the blanket down his legs. the light from the window shines directly onto him, bright like a beacon.

“pretty,” I find myself whispering. I nuzzle into his shoulder, taking a few more moments to admire him. he is thick and long, large by anyone’s standards. It's startling in its own right but it still makes my insides curl.

“like,” Luke traces his nose over my hair. I bite back a smile at his question, pulling the covers up to my cheeks. I look down at his balls, feeling gushier. Having enough of tonight I hide my face against his neck, silently squealing. Luke chuckles, shifting the blanket back over his crotch. I peak out to make double sure then rest my head on his chest. “I liked it,” I mumble.

“Good,” he runs his hand up my back,” all yours.” I feel ready to engulf in flames.

“please stop trying to kill me with affections, please,” I whine. He chuckles, squeezing me further into his side.

“Full heart,” he pecks my head.

“I have full heart,” I ask.

“No, me,” he answers before his breath evens out. I look up at his closed eyes, lost in thought. I hum against him, leaning comfortably to his chest.

“I might too,” I shut my eyes.

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technically a snippet from a story i wrote in high school. so...if it’s cringey, blame 17 year old me.

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[telli1206]

Wag My Tail

Carlos is drunk and just wants to see some puppies. 

Just a little pseudo-prompt initiated by my teaser for Chapter 7 of The Wedding Date (made by @bunny-lou and @hersilentlanguage).  It’s NOT an extension of the fic, I just used the idea to have some fun, and made it Halloween-themed to get in the holiday mood 🎃😈💀👻

“Eves, I blame you for this.”

Jay wraps his coat a little tighter, hugging it as securely as he can against his body to combat the bitter chill of the night air. He’s now fully regretting letting the girls convince him to wear body paint over a regular dog costume. If he had known they’d be spending half the night walking through the streets, he never would have gone for it.

“What?! What did I do?” She tries to pout pitifully, but her painted on whiskers and pink nose make it look almost comical. Mal is huddled next to her, cuddling against Evie’s side as Evie walks quickly with her phone out in front of her, texting frantically.

“Have you ever seen a vet uniform that tight? That costume you made hugs, like, everything!” Jay shakes his head, picking up his pace. “I should’ve just locked him in our room and kept him there the second I saw him in that fucking thing.” He mutters, shoving his paw-covered hands under his armpits for more warmth.

“Jay, just chill, ok? We all agreed sexy was the point of these costumes, remember?” 

Mal rolls her eyes, pulling on Evie to walk faster as she keeps her eyes glued to her phone.

“I mean, it’s not like cats have hips and boobs like these, do they?” She cups Evie’s chest. The bluenette quirks a little smile as she elbows Mal lightly,  all the while still texting. “And you’d be wearing a fucking shirt, Scooby.” She gestures to Jay, chuckling as he glares back.

“You had your part in this too Mal, don’t even get me started. You never should have given him that many shots. Pup doesn’t say no to you, you know that.”

Mal chuckles, shrugging at Jay. “Doug’s got an eye on him, we’ll get him back.”

-----

He’s ok, he’s in front of me. Outside Auradon City Grille. HURRY.

Doug tucks his phone in his pocket quickly, blowing on his hands and rubbing them for warmth before shoving them back in his pocket. Texting location updates every minute is not helping with body warmth at all.

He’s stil happy he spotted Carlos though, stumbling out the door of the party with some random Tourney player he’s never met. Not that he talks to many of the jocks anyway. But this guy was very tall and broad, skin an even darker bronze than Jay’s, but his long, dark hair was thick and curly. He’s pretty sure it was Moana’s son, but he’s not about to go up and ask a tall, muscular, guy why he was wrapping a tight arm around his friend’s waist and practically helping him walk out the door.

Not without Jay backing him up at least.

Carlos was chattering excitedly, gesturing with one hand while the other was wrapped tightly around the other boy’s, propping himself up as best he could to walk. His words were a slurry mess though, as animated as they were, and his stumbling walk was so bad he was mainly turning his shoes out with every step, so close to twisting his ankles each time it made Doug wince in anticipation.

“Ssssooooo izzz black ‘n’ white?!” Carlos asks the boy, eyes bright and eager. The boy nods, the arm around Carlos’ waist starting to slip lower as they slow their pace.

“Dam-Damaltion? Or maybe, Auzrali-lian She..p...shep...” Carlos stumbles on his letters, pulling back to try to force out the sound. “huh...huh...Shep-huh-erd?” He giggles softly once he’s able to get out all his words.

“Yeah, yeah, the last one! You got it.” The guy nods, smiling as he scoops Carlos in closer. “And he’s adorable, wait till you see! Only a month old.”

Carlos laughs, swatting at the guy’s hand on his waist. “No wayyyy. Thaz too baby! He can’t be away from hizz mamma yet. Izzz gotta be like, 12 weekz, right?” Carlos looks up at him with a droopy-eyed grin.

“Uh, right. You’re right. He’s 12 weeks. Sorry.”

Doug huffs, shaking his head and whipping back out his phone.

Asshole is a liar. No puppy. Groping Carlos. GET HERE NOW.

-----

A tiny gasp slips out as Evie reads her new text, enough to make Mal look over and take a peek. Her eyes widen, and they both look to make sure Jay’s not watching.

“We’re close, right? Mal whispers, as breathy and quietly as she can. Evie just nods, eyes still on Jay as he jogs to the next corner, eyes whipping all around, desperately searching for the missing vet.

“Jay! Left!” Evie shouts, pulling Mal along with her. 

He makes no acknowledgement but follows her instruction, turning to the left down the next street. He immediately spots Doug and breaks into a sprint, grabbing him harshly by the shoulders as soon as he reaches him.

“Where is he?!” He shouts, making Doug flinch at the volume of his voice. He hesitates, then looks to his right. Jay follows his line of sight, instantly spotting the larger boy hugging Carlos as they disappear down the next block over.

“Thanks Doug!” He yells gratefully, pointing as he starts to run. “You’re the best. I owe you!”

Evie squeezes Doug’s shoulder, smiling warmly when she and Mal finally reach him.

“You really are the best, Doug. Thank you for keeping Carlos safe.”

Doug grins back, a light blush tinting his cheeks as both girls continue to smile at him 

“Anytime. Go get your boy!” He waves as the girls start running to catch up to Jay. He shakes his head as he wrings his hands, finally shoving them back into his pockets and sighing as he feels the warmth they so needed.

“But if you don’t start chaining that boy’s ass to Jay whenever you let him drink I fucking swear I’ll do it myself.” Doug mutters to himself as he heads back to his heated dorm room.

Evie hooks Mal’s arm to drag her faster as Mal groans, starting to pant heavily from keeping up with the girl. But Evie is increasingly worried about the potential scene they may walk into if Jay is left to his own devices with the boy that swiped Carlos from the party.

“Tane!”

Thankfully, the girls catch up just in time to see Jay confront his teammate. The boy turns around, trying his best to carefully slide his hand back up to Carlos’ waist so as not to alert Jay to its original position.

“Jay!” Carlos exclaims, his droopy eyes brightening slightly. “Tane got a puppyyyy! We’re gonna go zee it. You shoul’ come!”

He leans forward to slip out of Tane’s grip. The boy tries to curl his arm tighter arond Carlos’ waist, but Jay dips in with a forceful glare. Tane freezes, letting his arm go and dropping Carlos into Jay’s arms. He scoops Carlos up quickly, pressing him firmly against his chest and trying his best not to give an audible sigh of relief.

“He got an Auzzie, Jay! They so pwetty...” Carlos drawls, almost sleepily but with a big smile still curled on his lips. 

Tane nods insistently, “Yep! Exactly. I was just taking Carlos to see him cause he asked. No big deal.”

“Oh really?” Mal quips, loosening her grip on Evie to take a step towards the big, hulking boy. “So tell me then, Tane, how big is your pup going to get?

Mal stands sternly, arms crossed as she stares him down. He pauses, staring back with a blank expression.

Evie steps forward with Mal, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder as she harshly juts her hip out. “Yeah, Tane, tell us. Your parents would want to know how big of a dog would be in their house, wouldn’t they?” She tips her head to Mal, who returns her knowing look.

Tane sputters indignantly, mirroring Mal’s crossed arms. “Um. Just, like, 25 pounds? My parents didn’t want a big dog.”

Mal smirks, turning to Jay. He grins back, stroking Carlos’ hair calmly as he dips down to the boy’s ear.

“‘Los? How big do Aussies get?”

Carlos hums, leaning into Jay’s soft touch. “Femalezzz...35 to 50 pounds, but the malez range anywhere from 55 to 70.” 

Jay smiles proudly, planting a kiss to the top of Carlos’ head. “That’s my boy. Nothing can stop that beautiful brain.”

Mal turns back to Tane, flashing a wicked grin. “Well T, I think you better run home and have a chat with mommy and daddy. Because that’s not an Aussie at your house.”

Evie smiles, both girls waggling their fingers teasingly at the boy. “Bye T. Get yourself home safe now.”

Tane scoffs, glancing at Carlos. Jay tightens his grip, holding Carlos tightly as he keeps steely eyes on the other boy.

“Whatever,” Tane snarks, rolling his eyes as he starts his walk back. Alone.

Evie’s smile brightens as they see the boy leave. Grabbing Mal’s arm, she turns them around fully to face Jay.

Carlos has flipped himself around in Jay’s arms snuggling against his neck and making Jay giggle quietly. The girls watch, gazing fondly at their freckled boy. 

Evie leans forward, combing her fingers gently through white curls. “Crisis averted,” she whispers, looking around at Jay and Mal’s nods of approval.

Jay drops his body down and quickly hoists Carlos over his shoulder, prompting a sharp yelp from the tipsy boy. Carlos wiggles and whines, but Jay wraps a tight arm around his hips and another across his legs, trying to keep a steady handle on him despite the massive furry paw gloves he’s wearing. He moves to catch up to the girls and start the trek back to the dorms.

“Eves, I hope you learned your lesson,” Jay teases, walking up beside her, trying to blow a loose saggy dog ear away from his face.

Evie just rolls her eyes, giggling a little at the sight of Carlos slung over Jay. 

“Please, Jay. Don’t pretend like you’re not always asking me to make his clothes tighter,” she retorts, waving off Jay’s glare at her response. “Oh stop it, Carlos won’t remember a damn thing tomorrow anyway.”

“I know. And, I know what I told you about his clothes, but maybe not his party stuff? I don’t even know...like, the stuff he gets drunk in.” 

He sighs, looking at the boy who’s somehow managed to pass out with his head hanging down. His face is flushed and red from blood flow, but snores are still escaping his lips.

“I just don’t want anyone touching what’s mine.”

Mal perks a brow at Jay and stops in her tracks. He watches her cautiously as she approaches, suddenly whipping out a hand and slapping Carlos’ ass, hard. The boy wakes with a yelp, squirming and forcing Jay to hold him back down.

Jay glares as Mal barks out a laugh, grabbing her shoulder and turning to shove her back at Evie.

“Stop it Mal, you know what I mean.”

Evie shakes her head disapprovingly at her girlfriend, grabbing her arm and pulling her close as they walk up the steps to the dorm. She pulls off Mal’s cat ears and gives an affectionate nuzzle to her head, prompting Mal to press into Evie and rub on her neck.

“Pup’s going to get an earful in the morning, I swear.” Jay mumbles as Evie helps with his door, opening it and allowing Jay in first. He walks quickly to Carlos’ bed and plops the boy down, pulling the stethoscope off his neck and allowing him to snuggle his face into his pillow as Jay pulls the blankets over him.

“I don’t know why I bring him out sometimes.”

Evie bends over to plant a kiss into Carlos’ curls, pulling off her own cat ears as she casts a disapproving glance at Jay.

“Because you’d be miserable without him, Jay. Your life is no fun without Carlos and you know it.”

He rolls his eyes at Evie, but Mal swats him on the back and scares a yelp out of him.

“You love being that boy’s hero, just admit it. Carlos’ knight in shining armor.” She twists to looks at him, pulling on his floppy dog ear and flipping it back in his face.

“Or shining dog fur, at least.” Mal chuckles.

Jay sighs, staring down at the boy cuddled in bed. He rips off the dog paws and unhooks his furry head and ears, dropping them to the ground and climbing on the bed over Carlos, settling himself under the covers behind him and pulling him close. 

Carlos hums quietly and tilts his head towards Jay, rubbing his nose softly against Jay’s jaw, making him smile wide.

“You’re not wrong, pussy,” he says with a contented sigh. He keeps his eyes closed but smiles, feeling Mal’s own angered eyes boring into him.

“Now scram. My pup’s safe, and you have your other pussy to tend to, don’t you?”

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.19

a/n: so... uhh... nothing much happens here but the last part is worth it :’) i guess? hope ya’ll like this nonetheless! 

warnings: this cannot be read solo

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Two days since that fated encounter with Chronostasis, you were now left with a vacant rest day. And where better place to spend it than with Dr. Hanayaka. Setting an appointment with him, as he liked to call it, you were tasked to help with the blood pressure for each patient he had. Luckily, his schedule wasn’t that straining.

“So you mean to say, his henchman met with you in secret?” Gei asked and raised an eyebrow. With his stethoscope resting on his shoulder and white coat on, it was sometimes hard to believe that this flamboyant man was a well respected doctor. “And handed you trash man’s sim card?”

“Yeah. I’ve already checked the contents of the sim and there’s not a lot to go on.” Aside from your messages, the contents of his inbox were that of an average man’s. Expecting some tea about his trade or even important numbers of other villains, you had to think whether or not Chrono deleted some or not.

“And what about that plan of yours, hmm?” Gei fixed his eyelashes before staring back at you. “What if it backfires and Chrono takes the blame?”

“He won’t. My instructions were clear and I set a time frame as well. Just something to please the heroes for setting me up.”

“You movin over to the dark side, baby girl?”

“Just balancing things out.” You shrugged. “Levi made it clear that they shouldn’t interfere with my relationship with Overhaul. Even though I’m on justice’s side, I still want to tip the scales a bit due to personal reasons.”

“Wouldn’t your badge and title be removed if they found out? And why in Todrick’s name are you so chill with this topic?! Are you certain you don’t have a bug on you?” Your friend eyed you down so quickly. Worried that policemen might end up barging inside his office.

“Don’t worry. I’m wearing new clothes so there’s no way they can. Besides, I’m being as cautious as ever. Seriousness aside, I do have some information you might want to feast on.” You smirked at the mental image of a maskless Chrono.

“Spill…” Gei shifted in his seat and leaned in closer. The look on your face only meant one thing.

“Okay, so Overhaul’s right hand man was the one who met me right? Well~ He took off his mask and I will have to admit the man looked hella fine~”

“Describe! Describe!”

“For starters, he has bluish-gray eyes. Though he looks like he wants to kill a person right there and then, he probably could since his jaw was rather prominent. His voice without the mask is different too.” You watched as Gei listened with such focus. “But, if I were to be honest, describing him doesn’t do him good. He looks really handsome.”

“Why is it always the villains who look good?” Gei commented with a pout. “Hawks aside, because that man is something else, but they just hit different you know?”

“That’s true. Shame they have to wear those masks, though.”

“On the contrary, I think it’s good that they do. Otherwise they’d have to endure the wrath of fan girls.”

“Right. Also feels good when they trust you enough to show what’s behind the mask.” Nodding at your own statement, the memory of having lunch with Overhaul came back. With no given warning, he took off his mask and casually drank water. Realizing that he had done it on purpose, a tiny smile formed on your mouth.

“If you miss him that bad, just call him.”

“He changed numbers and I’m not that desperate to ask Chrono for it. Nao said in due time he’ll contact me but the chances of that are negative.”

“Honey, it’s the modern era. Women aren’t as shy as they were before. If you want something, go and get it. If it is a guy’s new number, then go ahead. It’s not just men who make the first move. And besides, I think Overhoe would be surprised if you just suddenly ring his doorbell.”

“You do realize, I do not have the same confidence as you.”

“Fake it till you make it, boo.” He snapped his fingers in a z-formation.

“You’ve been watching Soopernatural again, haven’t you?”

“Okay, first off, Jenred Padackles is a god and I would worship his feet. Second, that show has references to everything and you can’t deny that.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Standing up from the sofa, you stretched your limbs. “Anyway, I gotta scram.”

“Where you headin’ off to missy?”

“I have to meet up with Nao regarding the Fukuo Kai case.”

“But it’s your day off. Get a life and do something else other than work, (n/n).” Gei threw a pen to your direction but you dodged it effortlessly. “Don’t make me tell your father.”

“It’s only for a few minutes. It’s in preparation for tomorrow.” Not bothering to wait, you exited the room and sofly closed the doors to his office. Time spent with Gei was always an eye opener. However, it still wasn’t enough for you to stoop so low and ring his doorbell.

Making your way out of the hospital, you took a quick stop to the vending machines and chose a cold cafe au lait. Perfect for the hot and humid weather Japan had to offer. Feeling the cold liquid running down your throat was amazing and within seconds, you downed the whole drink. Tossing the empty bottle to the recycle bin, a gust of wind caused you to lose balance.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“I have a meeting to attend to Hawks.” Hawks took his visors off and ruffled his wings. Offering to buy him a drink, he chose a tetra pack of  apple juice. Walking to the vacant bench, you followed him and decided that perhaps his visit would be worth it. “So what did the bird hear today?”

“Twice and Toga Himiko.”

“League of-” Then it hit you. “I see. Since when?”

“Yesterday. One of my informants saw them entering the base and left late at night. They didn’t look too happy about it, though.” Lowering his headphones, he ruffled his hair and stared at the clear blue skies. “Do what you will with this information. Just thought I’d let you know.”

“How and why do you even bother?”

“I work for the HPSC dove. If I don’t want them getting in my head, I gotta kick their crotches first.”

“That’s not the best analogy.”

“Still works though.” He winked and put on his headphones and visors back. Standing up, he offered a hand and you accepted it. Tailing you, Hawks was now opening the door for your car. “And one more thing, another of my birdies caught the scent of the quirk erasing bullets nearing its completion stages. Probably 80% now.”

“That’s fast.” You had to admit.

“Heard he’s been pissed. Be careful baby bird.” Hawks closed your door and saluted before flying off.

80%? That was enough information to speed up the Shie Hassaikai raid. Reaching out for your bag, you took the burner phone you recently purchased and reread each message the both of you exchanged. With two League of Villains now part of the yakuza, the possibility of casualties was much higher now.

Within minutes, you were now on the road. Fingers tightly wrapping the steering wheel. Your thumb bouncing with growing guilt at choosing to hide what Hawks had just said. Of course this wasn’t to ensure his victory, it was to even the field, right? It was the pettiness taking over you and Nighteye going against his words. It had to be.

Turning towards the precinct, you saw your designated parking area. The basement parking was a bit crowded today.

Heading towards the meeting room Tsukauchi had prepared for the small info sharing, you greeted fellow coworkers and kept conversation till you disappeared around the corner. Not too long after, you were now fiddling with your fingers. Basking in the silence till the doors opened revealing your partner and Shinezu. Both men took their seats and commenced the meeting.

“So, Shinezu will be tagging along.” He nodded at your coworker who seemed to be trembling at the thought. “It’ll do you good, Shinez. Trust me.”

“I-I know, Tsukau-kun.” He adjusted his tie, loosening it a bit. “I just think I’m not cut out for this mission you know? I do better behind the scenes.”

“While I believe that’s true, the 4th division works best when you’re around.”

“That’s true.” You agreed. Shinezu may not be the most social cookie out there but his brain was close to Namase. He also had the knack of coming up with solutions when things went wrong. All he needed was to amp his social skills. “We all know the 4th division leader is weak for you.”

“Not t-true.”

“All too true. You’ll be fine, Shinez. Have I ever lied to you?”

When the raven-haired man finally nodded his head, Tsukauchi cleared his throat and relayed the plans for tomorrow. It was the standard undercover data gathering in your books.

“So, to recap, the 4th division will be handling the snooping and we’ll remain on guard should all else fail?” You repeated the information given. Tsukauchi scratched his chin and nodded. Confirming that you had fully understood his message. “All this should happen within 5 hours. Got it. That’s quite cramped but manageable.”

“5 hours was the only allotted time I could fit in.” He scratched his nape and looked away. “You were right when I had to take it slow with my cases.”

“I’m not one to comment~” Waving the conversation aside, you stood up and the others followed.

With the short meeting now over, Tsukauchi and you were now seated in the break room. Cups of coffee present as you exchanged more information about your days and current mission. For a brief moment, despite him not being a part of the Shie Hassaikai Raid, you wanted to pour every single information you had just gained from Hawks. The lingering guilt was much more present now.

“You’re spacing out.” He snapped his fingers in front of you. “You alright?”

“Aside from the growing problem of trashman, I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.” Taking a sip from your coffee, the usual taste of bitterness was strong today. “Nothing to worry about~”

“You should go home, (n/n). I already took up a portion of your time. Any more and I might drown from embarrassment.”

“That’s gross. Even coming from you.” Kicking him from under the table, the two of you laughed before chugging the remaining drops of coffee. “I will take that offer though. Need me some beauty sleep before shit happens again. See ya!”

Hours had passed and you were now stuffing your face with chips. He was right when he said you had purchased too much but you weren’t complaining. The movie playing now was one of your favorites, Prisoner. Gake Jyllenhall was divine in this movie. It was always the twist of the movie that kept you watching it over and over again.

“I wonder if we had watched this… would the wall pinning  happen?” You thought out loud. Shaking your thoughts away from him, you stopped the movie and stored the chips.

Now that you were settled in bed, Overhaul’s jacket rested on top of you. By now, his scent had disappeared and was now replaced by yours. Grabbing your phone, you opened the messaging app and clicked on a certain conversation. Rereading his messages was not the best idea but at least you would be able to relive whatever memories you had created.

Glancing at your desk calendar, in just two months time, you would meet him again. Would things still be the same? Or would things go back to the way they were? Tucking your phone under the unused pillow, you willed yourself to sleep and surprisingly succeeded.

Waking up not so refreshed happened again. But, nothing out of the ordinary. Not being a morning person, you dragged your body away from the bed and began the necessary clothes. Deciding to just buy breakfast, it took you less than an hour to lock your doors and head over to the parking lot.

Making your way up the steps, you met up with Shinezu.

“You look like shit, Shinez.” You teased him. “Take a chill pill.”

“I already did. But it’s still not working. This would be the first case in a while where I’ll interact with others.” Leading the way, the both of you were now walking through the empty hallways. The sounds of your footsteps muffled by the cheap carpeted floors. “How do you guys even manage to survive situations like these?”

“By taking it one step at a time~” Not the best advice for someone who’s socially challenged but it is what it is.

Opening the doors for you, the both of you entered the room and took your designated seats. A bunch of people from the 4th division were now present. Tsukauchi had not yet arrived but it was still early so it was excusable. Exchanging a few small talk, you caught up with what the 4th division was up to till the doors finally opened.

“Good morning everyone.” Tsukauchi greeted. Feet glued to his spot. His eyesight focused on you. “Before we head out, we have a special guest joining us.”

“Holy shit.” Shinezu uttered under his breath.

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a/n: shits bout to go down again! I would like to take this time to thank each one of you who take the time to read this! Unpredictable was supposedly a 10 chapter story but we bout to reach 20 now! i cant really respond to your comments as much but i read all of ‘em and they always make my day :’) my schedule has just been very hectic these days huhu and yeas that ends my rant~ see ya’ll next week! :* and yes, the waiting list is still open :)

[having-a-hyperfixate]

Week 3, Day 7

Safety cut, line breaks where the original posts ended.

The Final Day

“I bet you don’t even know what the word ‘nervous’ means.”

“‘Ey, why you gotta call me out like dat, Phones?”

I have missed these two. :’) For the record, I’m fucking terrified.

 OKAY THE CITY BEING THIS DARK IS AWFUL I HATE IT. NOPE.

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Beat. Answer your phone. It’s probably Rhyme. BEAT. THE PHONE. NOW.

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Why. *facepalm*

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I may have zoomed right past Kariya and Uzuki with Soundsurf before I even registered they were there. Thankfully the game didn’t let me zoom too far. >.>

I simultaneously have the warm fuzzies cuz ~teamwork~ and a yawning abyss of dread in my stomach cuz this is it.

I’ve always hated those last talks before the final battle. They make you so horrifically aware of exactly how much you stand to lose, even if you win.

I do not like that I have to go to Udagawa to meet Kaie. I am hella paranoid about that place. Aaaah.

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Shout out to Hishima standing there to tell me he’s looking for someone? And then not telling me who? Bruh.

Kaie is waiting for someone who holds incredible power of the non-supernatural variety. So Rhyme or Shiki? Cuz everyone else is currently accounted for or VERY supernatural.

Well that was a weird detour.

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An aside: Beat is all grown up and doesn’t flail at his full name anymore.

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Beat Shiba. There’s no way this is real.

Oh now time has stopped. Good. THE PEOPLE ARE TURNING INTO NOISE WHAT. (This is about to descend into an unreadable mess I suspect. Sorry.)

How did I get a B I almost died. I think that meteor thing almost managed to hit eesh. Alright. Here comes the shit storm.

Oooh Rindo. Straight savage. I love his habit of throwing people’s words back that them. It’s the best kind of fuck you. It’s way too early to celebrate my dudes. There’s still no way we’re done.

“Executor”? Oh I do not like that.

Damn he died without going Noise.

I had really hoped Kubo wasn’t coming back. This was very naive.

4:44:44. Of course.

Also, OH FUCK. RINDO’S PIN JUST ERUPTED KUBO IS THE SOURCE OF THE DISSONANCE I CAN’T THINK WHAT DO.

NO DON’T YOU HU- NEKUUUUUUUUUUU!! He. He. He killed… he erased Neku. No. no no nononononononoooooo. And the Inversion-!

What IS he?! (I think I’ve gone non-verbal oh dear)

Another Angel. It’s official. I hate the higher plane. I didn’t like them before, the whole business with how cut off the Composer is has always struck me as designed to fail and massively fuck up but this. This is so much worse.

Why?! Why would… Why would they decide to destroy Shinjuku and Shibuya..?

Shit, Rindo has been Kubo’s proxy. Shit shit. This is so much worse than the reveal that Neku was Joshua’s proxy. Joshua hadn’t actually DONE IT yet. This fucker has actively done it once and is in the middle of succeeding again. Oh god.

Minamimoto. He was looking for a way to consume and control the Noise Rindo was generating. That’s why he needed a sample. His first attempt didn’t work and it fucked him up, like the Plague Noise have been doing all week. Shit I really hope he’s had time to figure it out. I vote we go back, un-erase Neku before I throw up, find Sho, get him fucking cooperate for once in his existences, no that’s not a typo he’s died like 4 times, then destroy the pin before Fuckwad here can call the Noise out of it. 

We’ll only get one shot though.

I’m gonna unpause now.

Okay watching Shoka get got like that. That was. Extremely unnecessary. 

I do not envy Rindo having to explain all this oh boy.

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It just registered that we’re about to try to kill AN ANGEL. Fuck me. I remember Panthera Cantus. Oh boy.

I don’t know how well talking to Shiba is going to work, when he’s probably the way he is because Fuckwad did something to him on a Soul level.

Lmao that went poorly. Shocker. And now, a scavenger hunt across time~

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The scavenger hunt has yielded

Hishima and Shiba used to be     good friends but Hishima refuses to be overtly helpful

Rhyme has mad hacking skills     and Beat still hasn’t looked at his damn phone

“Must be from a higher     plane. Everyone from up there is some kind of weirdo, let me tell you.”     KARIYA. WHAT. HOW MANY HAVE YOU MET!? Also like, most of the Reapers     aren’t supposed to know about this shit. I remember the secret reports     very well thanks. Only the Composer knows they exist.

Coco called Fuckwad a must,     dusty, crusty old cretin and this gives me LIFE. Otherwise was very     unhelpful.

Uzuki just had an ‘oh my god they were partners’ moment re: Hishima and Shiba and I’m half giggling cuz my brain made it a meme and half having Feels cuz “things go south with your partner and then that’s it?” halp my emotions.

SHE JUST CALLED HIM HELLO!? XD UZUKI I LOVE YOU. SHE STILL HAS NO CHILL SHE’S JUST MORE PRODUCTIVE ABOUT IT.

“Can you imagine? Being played like that… and then having everyone just abandon you like you’re nothing?” It wasn’t until Fuckwad said what he is that I stopped being out for blood. I was assuming that whatever had happened to change Shiba, he had played a part in it himself. But if someone that much more powerful came and started messing with his head and his soul then yeah, he deserves to be snapped out of that and to be himself again. If what he became isn’t his own fault, if it wasn’t because he messed with something he shouldn’t have, then yeah. Make this stop. Then we’ll see.

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Damn Hishima going straight for the jugular. Respect.

We got our cease-fire for now though. Shoutout to Neku casually reassuring him we’ll fight him to the death if shit doesn’t kick off. Like that’s totally normal. Aiya.

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A thought, as Fuckwad is gloating over how screwed we are: Minamimoto want’s to “approach infinity”. Which in this case might not mean ‘I want to be Composer’, it might mean ‘I’m trying to make the jump to Angel’. In which case… That would be very good for us, I think. Certainly couldn’t be worse, at any rate.

(Exact line I’m on: If you thought that Noise gave you a good beating last time around, just wait till you see it now. You kids are in for a world of hurt. (No, I am not typing out his weird lisp thing.))

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Oh gooooooooood damn it not again.

OH MY GOD SHOKA IS- SHOKA IS SWALLOW!?!?! HELLO!?!?!? I had completely forgotten Swallow even existed with all the madness.

THat. THaT JUST HAPPENED

AND FUCKING HE BROKE OUR PIN NO NONONONO OKAY OKAY HOW ARE WE GETTING OUT OF THIS THERES A WAY WHAT IS IT

Hello giant beam of light what??? I am massively confused. How. What. I do not understand what is happening. What is. GOING ON.

This post is long as fuck I’mma just make a new one.

[missymallow]

Drarry: Albus and Scorpius' Adventure Travelling Back in Time. (11)

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“I beg your pardon?!”

Draco can feel his eyes bulged out, staring at Henry astonishingly. He unconsciously raised his hands to put them protectively in front of his chest, giving the older man a stinky eye.

Henry had the audacity to burst out laughing gleefully.

Draco can't say he shared the same sentiment.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh.” said Henry once he calmed down. “Your face was just adorable. I can't help it.”

“I'm glad I amused you.” Draco grumbled, slightly annoyed.

Henry only lets out a soft chuckled. “Again, I'm sorry but I really do need you to strip.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “What for?”

Henry bit his lips as he regards Draco, and shrugged easily. “Well, I need to check your body actually.”

“My body?”

“We have a theory that there might be a possibility that curse might've been casted on you since after the war.” Henry explained, as he turned serious. “The healer said that the curse have been slowly poisoning your blood for a long time but we haven't got the real timeline of when the curse was casted.”

Draco turned pale. “Y-You’re meant to say that there's a possibility that- that right now, I'm cursed?” He voice hitched at the end, chill spreading through his body.

“Just a possibility.” said Henry softly, carefully reaching out to put a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “That is the reason why I want to check your body. Properly, thoroughly, if I may.”

Draco felt a little bit light headed as he gave Henry a mindless nod, “Al- alright then.” He shakily breathed, eyes blank as he tried to processed Henry's words.

“I need you to undress, Draco.”

He dragged his unfocused eyes to Henry, brain slowly interpret Henry's instruction. “Undress?”

Henry chuckled, lifting his hand to pat his head. “I know it's a shock for you but you don't have to be afraid, I'm here.”

As if those words were magical, Draco took a deep breath as he nodded again before he slowly peeled his clothes off one by one. He rested his eyes to the wall, occasionally locked them with Henry who simply gave him a reassuring smile, picking up Draco’s scattered clothes and fold them nicely before he put them aside.

“Uh.”

Henry looked up as Draco stopped on his underpants. “Do I need to take this off too?” He asked, trying to tame down the flush of red that was slowly creeping up his face. Merlin, but he has never been fully naked in front of anyone before.

“Ah.” Henry grinned, full of amusement that got Draco narrowed his eyes warily. “You can leave those on. You might lose your virginity sooner if you take it off.”

Draco gaped, unconsciously inching away from Henry as he stared at the older man incredulously. His action however, managed to make Henry laughed out loud, throwing back his head and he put his hands on his stomach.

“Merlin, you're such a vulgar. I can't believe I'm going to marry you!” Draco blurted out, slapping his mouth when he realised his chosen words. Henry, bless his heart, only give Draco a coy smile.

“But you're feeling better now, right?”

Draco stopped, and stared at Henry. Blush when he realised he was feeling much better than before - less tense, less anxious. Not that he's going to give Henry the satisfaction.

“I supposed.” He sniffed, crossing his arms together, as he throws his gaze elsewhere.

He heard the older man chuckled, saw from peripheral vision as Henry stepped closer to him.

“Well then, are you ready now?”

Draco swallowed, willing himself to calm down when the sudden words make him feel agitated. “I'm ready.”

“Good. I want you to relax.” said Henry, cupping Draco’s face so they can look at each other's eyes. “Remember, I won't do anything that will displease you. Do you trust me?”

“I trust you.” Draco answered in a heartbeat.

He received a brilliant smile from Henry. “That's my sweetheart.” The older released Draco’s face as he stepped back, pulling out his wand from his back pocket and Draco took a deep breath as Henry pointed the wand on him. “I'll start from your right toe, followed by the left, both of your calves and up till your fingertips.”

Draco nodded, and closed his eyes.

“Do your worse.”

Henry gave an amused laugh before a cool hand touch his right leg made him gasp. A foreign incantation of spells was heard then, as warm magic washed over him gently, making him shivered down his spine. He felt Henry fingers touched every bit of his skin like a butterfly, slowly but surely as he inspect every inch of him.

He savour the warm feeling spread through his body, unaware of the hand that was slowly climbing up his body until he lets out an accidental moans when Henry's hand touch his inner thigh.

His opened his eyes in shocked and looked down to Henry in an instant to see that the older man already got his eyes on him in surprise.

“I- over there, I- I'm sensitive.”

Henry stared at him blankly, eyes turned glassy before he gave a dejected chuckles, and whispered, “I know.”

His voice sounds as if he was in pain, and longing at the same time that somehow it hurts Draco when Henry bowed down to hide his face.

Draco bit his lips, bending down to carefully cradled the older man's face and tilted his head up to face him.

“Henry.

Glassy green eyes focused on grey, and Draco draw a soft smile for the man. “Do you miss your husband?”

“So much, it hurts.”

Draco’s heart clenched seeing Henry's devastated face. It must be hard for the older man to keep on a cheerful facade when his heart was torn open every second he was away from his husband.

“Henry.” Draco whispered, so soft, so delicate that got Henry gasped. Draco can't help but give the man a fond look. “We're going to be okay. You're going to save your husband and I know this because you're here, and you're going to save me. I won't leave you.”

Henry's brow furrowed, his eyes full of intensity that it caught Draco off guard when he was suddenly pulled into a kiss.

He squeaked and closed his eyes tightly, unintentionally tightened his grip on Henry's face. He felt Henry's hand mirrored his action by tightening their grip on his thigh, calluses palm brushing his skin that got him to moan, legs tremble involuntary making him lose his balance and stumbled into Henry's lap.

Henry yelped, a hand automatically wrapped around Draco’s waist while the other quickly dropped to the floor to prevent them from falling,

And that was how Harry Potter found them.

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- Mid COV - 

She could make out the muffled conversation through the pounding in her head just enough to know he was pissed, and the medic team were very worried. She couldn’t understand what they were discussing exactly, but the rapid muttering of what they were sharing with Troy as they surrounded his towering silhouette said enough.

The whole thing was stupid, she was fine. She’d been fine yesterday, she’d been fine 8 hours ago, and she was still fine now. Just tired… and maybe it was just a little hard to move.. or breath… but she was still fine, there wasn’t any need for any of this pointless babying. There were projects to run, engineers waiting for their next orders, she should be in the Mechanicum and not lazing around here on this clinic bed. She was fine.

The medics must have finished reporting to the fuzzy shape of Troy, because she heard him growl something distinctly threatening, followed by the obvious scurry of multiple people trying to leave a room all at once while pretending to be completely calm, probably jamming together in the doorway in their hurry.

She’d laugh if she could watch, but it was hard to see what was happening right now when everything was so… wiggly. Shame, she thought, futilely trying to blink the blur out of her eyes as the room swam around his approaching outline. As he got close enough to come into focus, her feverish brain managed to recognise how bad a sign it was to see him in public wearing his glasses and a dark tank top with baggy pants, instead of his costume.

Lowering to a crouch beside the bed, he hunkered down till they were almost at eye level, and she’d really rather he didn’t look at her that way. Grim. Angry. A little sad. Pity never suited Seifa, and helplessness straight up clashed with her.

“T-this is pointless..” she wheezed, throat burning. “I’m f-fine Troy, it’s a flu.. this is a waste of everyone’s time.”

“Yellow flu” he replied, emotionless in tone as his eyes moved down her shivering outline under the blanket, laying on her side as she faced him. “Yellow flu, you stupid, stubborn bitch.”

She felt a pulse of righteous anger at that and stirred to insult him straight back, but a wave of nausea decided to close her mouth instead. Grimacing against the churning pain in her stomach, she comforted herself that she’d slap him if she wasn’t so tired… and maybe if he didn’t sound so worried.

Sei coughed weakly, attempting to strike up the barter again. “It’s nothing serious enough for all this, people get flu every year, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.” he countered, turning to squint at the bag of saline hanging next to the machinery at the side of her bed, wrinkling his nose at the steady drops of the drip counter. Her fevered mind logically concluded he was angry at med equipment. He’d always been an idiot, it was an inanimate object. She’d have to remember to tell him he was stupid later, when it was easier to think and she could move her arms again.

“For God’s sake” she groaned, wishing she could muster a little more intimidation in the voice she was trying to argue him down with, hard to fake confidence when your tongue refused to work right. “There’s too m-much that needs doing, Troy”. He ignored her, still quietly considering the line leading from the saline to the back of the open hand laying in front of her. “There��s that new shipment of titani-”

“Ersh and Kiera are on it” he cut her off, turning back to meet her eyes in calm challenge.

She felt like a scolded child, furious, even as the spike in her blood pressure made both the room spin around her and Troy suddenly blend into the cool shadows lurking behind his back. Time to pull her ace in the hole, desperate times called for desperate measures.

“T.. Tyreen. Tyreen wants.. that .. recall of the..”

“Seifa” he hushed, leaning forwards and resting his elbow on the edge of the bed as his mech arm trailed below it “… I’ll handle Tyreen”.

That, that shocked her. It dawned then that this was serious. That was very unexpected, she wasn’t sure what the next move was for once. He’d swept her legs out from under her, and she felt like she was stumbling forwards in the dark now. He wasn’t just talking shit or trying to argue with her out of stubbornness like usual, it wasn’t one of their stupid games… was it. This was real then, and the rising fear in her chest crushed it even tighter as she panicked, coughing hard against the pull in her lungs. He waited with her for it to pass, brushing sweaty hair out of her face as she heaved in air between shuddering hacks.

“Sei” he whispered when she was able to breathe again, watching her bruised eyelids flutter closed in exhaustion. “What do I do? You’re not meant to ever be sick, or hurt... I don’t know how to fix you…”

If she caught the crack in his voice, she didn’t show it, too lost in the fever and breathing heavily, hoping the deep lung-fulls of cool air would help quell the burning in her chest. “Tell me... about Nekrotafeyo..” she finally managed to rasp through what felt like layers of sand grinding in her throat.

Too worn out to open her eyes, she didn’t get to see how his face lit up or how the worry lines melted away at that request, but she did get to feel the bed shift a moment later as he carefully climbed onto it to sit next to her, and the sudden burst of embarrassment that jolted through her confused brain as the cold steel of his mech arm slipped under the sheet and lay flat against the sticky skin of her burning hot back and side.

A twinge of surviving logic reminded her he couldn’t feel anything he was touching, that there was no reason to be embarrassed by the gesture regardless of if she was pretty sure she was currently naked, and she should focus on the pleasant chill instead. On how much of the biting heat running through her bones was extinguished by the metal he was pressing along the length of her aching body.  A crooked smile played across her chapped lips as the prosthetic’s blessedly cool fingers curved across her bare hip under the thin covers, and he rumbled a quiet laugh at the relief on her face. “Is that better then?”

”… yeah..“ she whispered gratefully, pressing her forehead against the side of his thigh. He smelled like dirt and sandalwood, fresh sweat and gun oil. She could sleep here, she reassured herself. It was fine. It was safe to let herself be weak, just for a little while. No one else would know.

"Well..” he sighed, resting his head against the wall behind the bed as he removed his glasses, folding them in his lap.

“The first thing you gotta understand about Nekrotafeyo, is it was very, very boring…”

[ziotsu]

time to write out literally all my thoughts as someone who can’t read Japanese!

I actually saw the first few pages when people were posting them because apparently the first half of the chapter comes out the second week? I didn’t post my thoughts cause I wanted to do them all at the same time

Page 1! Well this is fun, I absolutely love the expressions in this manga (I feel like me going on about the art in this manga is going to be a theme lol). But the subtle differences between how Ashiya looks and how he looks when Sakae is controlling him are amazing. And it isn’t just the eye color, but just everything with how Sakae acts and carries himself (face included) really is awesome. And it doesn’t feel like just slapping a new face on Ashiya’s body, I genuinely can see Ashiya making this expression when Sakae isn’t possessing him (if he wasn’t such a cinnamon roll). Also the shock on Abeno’s face is not something we see too often. He has his normal shocked face but this feels more raw than in the past? Like his eyes seem wider and the way his hair is makes it seem like he basically just did a double take. MMMMMMMMMM this is good shit. But story wise, I assume this page is just restating the fact that you really don’t wanna use influence on a parasitic shrub possessed demon.

Page 2 and 3! Abeno know’s what’s up, or at least it seems so. It would be more surprising if he didn’t tbh. Also I wonder if Sakae kind of knew this was going to happen? Considering he was trying to keep them away, I assume he did. At the very least he does not seem shocked at all to see Aoi like that at all. Speaking of Aoi, they are def trapped where they are at. That whole is well large enough for them to get through and attack them again, but they are still on the ground it seems. I am guessing it has to do with the tree we saw coming from their tail last chapter. They are still 110% mad though.

3-4! It looks like it isn’t just the trees that are keeping Aoi down, I thought the roots attaching the main body to the ground had been ripped up but it looks like there are some remaining. Sakae is as gentle as ever, yes just toss away his injured arm, great idea. Now Abeno is in even more pain. The wound though is really deep, looks like two large gashes, which Sakae actually starts to dress (rest in peace, kimono sleeve) (also while abeno is trying to get his arm out of the inner kimono (idk what is is called), we can see the medicine Abeno always carries around! I love the attention to detail in this manga)

5-6! Yup, page 5 doesn't do it justice, but page six really shows the extent of the damage one of the gashes did. Super nasty scar going to go there. We see some more of Aoi though, and do they chirp? Like what cats do? Cause murder cat looks super cute on page 5 and I don’t know how to feel about this.

They look like baby here and I want to protect them. Abeno seems to be bringing up the medicine, though I really don’t know what this would do to Aoi other than basically kill them. Which honestly, may be for the best? I know it’s a bit messed up, but it has been stated before that they are obviously past the point of getting them help, and leaving them there would be super dangerous.

7-8! I am making another assumption that Sakae doesn’t know what the medicine does. Which I have a current theory that the medicine is a new development for the underworld. (if such a medicine existed before Aoi left, why wouldn’t they use it on them?) Which would also mean that Sakae wouldn’t know about it either. My guess from the last pages seem to be correct as there is a panel showing Aoi burning, which seems pretty deathy to me. I honestly don’t know what they are going to do, though I think for now, they should be getting back, reporting the situation and getting help for themselves. Aoi seems really stuck here so I don’t think they are a direct threat to the underworld immediately. (Unless Aoi manages to escape the island and oh boy that would not be good) Abeno seems pretty determined, though, so regardless Aoi is most likely going to meet their actual end.

9-10! Aoi is starting to go to sleep here, Sakae seems really good at first aid (wonder where/why he learned that ;) Maybe a certain lady who often gets sick?) Not a whole lot happens, I think these are mostly showing the passage of time, and it seems Abeno is putting away the medicine for now. Which good move, my boy. Come back to take care of murder cat later. Also I wonder if all those trees are from Aoi’s parasitic shrub. That would be terrifying if that is the case. It could really show how long they have been there, trapped and going mad because of the shrub.

11-12! Good lord all of them are looking super cute this chapter. Sakae you can’t do this to me, just all your movements and facial expressions are justlasdkhjg;lakshjdg. Ashiya is cute in his own right, but this is a different type of cute. Why are all these characters like this and please don’t stop making all these characters like this. We get a good look at Aoi’s spine and it makes me sad (though also could give more insight to how the shrub basically takes over? Using the spinal cord to get to the brain seems like a good path to take if the shrub’s goal is to spread like any other parasite (which also makes sense with the going mad thing, kind of like rabies almost) I am glad Abeno’s arm is being supported and held still with what they had on hand. Still looks super painful though.

13-14! And they are out! At least out of the pit where they can really easily run if they need to. Sakae is starting to get tired, so I wonder how much longer he can go on? I hope he can stay awake long enough to get back to the mononokean because I highly doubt Abeno can carry an unconscious Ashiya back. He would most likely have to wait for Ashiya to wake back up before moving on and who knows how long that will take. Part of page 13 made me go back to see the last few pages, but it looks like Aoi’s front right paw is stuck in the ground :( good cause they are most likely really stuck there and probably wont be able to escape easy but it makes me sad to see the previous master of the mononokean in such a state.

15-16! Oof the tiredness is really showing in the first panel. Get out of there quick so you both can rest! I am guessing Abeno is asking about why Sakae said those things in the flower field.Like how Aoi is dead and such, and honestly did Sakae lie? Aoi, as they were in the past, is dead. They are completely over taken and do not recognize even the child they basically raised.

17-18! Oh boy Sakae is getting more and more tired, Abeno is asking about the golden butterfly and can you two just get going? Ya’ll have limited time here!!!!! Though I wonder if Sakae used his influence on one of the butterflies to communicate to Ashiya? it seems very similar? Or a butterfly made from pure influence? Which would explain how it disappeared when Ashiya grabbed it?

I am going to stop the page format because uh.... WHAT. First off Abeno was def asking about the influence/parasitic shrub thing that Sakae brought up. And WE ACTUALLY LEARN ABOUT IT NEXT CHAPTER. This is huge cause oml this feels like a rare moment. Normally mysteries like this linger for a few chapters, simmer and make us suffer. BUT WE GOT A NEW BRAND OF SUFFERING TODAY FOLKS! Like I theorized it a bit on why I didn’t think Aoi was the one Sakae used his influence on, due to thinking that Aoi being infected years before picking up Abeno seemed super dangerous and didn’t feel like something they would do. I DIDN’T KNOW YOU CAN USE INFLUENCE TO CURE THE PARASITIC SHRUB THOUGH! PAGE 22 IS SUFFERING! PAGE 22 HAS ALL THE ANSWERS! Like we now know what happened, or at least have enough facts to be able to piece it together! Aoi and Sakae went out for a job, either they find out that the demon is infected or know and are going to try to help them out. Aoi somehow gets infected by this demon and Sakae uses his influence to get rid of the growing infection only to die himself as the parasitic shrub is not meant to live in the human body. This explains why Aoi was so beat up over his death, because IT WAS THEIR FAULT. It explains why Sakae would use his influence on a demon that is infected, because it is Aoi, their employer and friend. He probably wasn’t meaning to die at all, just thinking that ‘hey let’s just get rid of this shrub from Aoi so they don’t die because they are an important part of the Underworld (though AU where Sakae can’t do this and has to become the next master of the mononokean ;) )

We also see the aftermath, it is almost like he becomes some form of demon himself, and actually looks infected with the shrub. I doubt it is the same sort of situation because he doesn’t become a tree? I am honestly unsure on how this affected him. He does go and meet his son a few months later, (wait or was that Aoi because between the two pages we see a sort of continuation with the hand on the left (aoi’s hand) but we also see the ‘veins’ of the shrub which hints towards Sakae? I like to think that Sakae visited baby Ashiya, so I am going to go with the assumption it is Sakae visiting till I am proven otherwise) and smol Ashiya is always cute. Ashiya does seem to ‘notice’ something? or he is just a baby and babies cry A LOT. We see Sakae ‘infect’ the butterfly he uses to communicate with Ashiya in the flower field. Wonder if he tried doing the same in the past with Abeno, only Abeno cannot hear his words.

ALSO GUYS I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT OF THERE NOW WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? Ashiya is now completely passed out, Abeno cannot carry him back and now they gotta just chill there till Ashiya wakes back up. I know it is awesome to have questions answered, but please. 

Though I guess somehow they managed cause Ashiya wakes up in what I can only assume is the Legeslator’s place? It is def not the mononokean (too large and im sure we would be hearing a bell the moment Ashiya woke up) but it could be Korou’s place. Not sure how Abeno managed, but he probably found a way to get them out of there. Rip golden eyes, though :( Guess they were just either the side effect to using that much influence or a hint that Sakae was just kind of hanging around in case shit hits the fan. 

There is incense burning, making a guess this is either a preventative measure against the shrub or something to help wake Ashiya up faster. Ashiya is alone and it seems he is shaken because of what Sakae explained (I am guessing it was similar to his dreams when he subconsciously used his influence and he was dreaming about Sakae’s past)

This chapter was amazing, answered so many things and saw enough cute to really counter balance the ‘what the actual fuck’ this chapter brought along with it.

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Pacify Her (Chase Collins AU) (Sneakpeak)

Lemon oneshots that inspired me to create this into a series: Part 1  Part 2 

Characters: (18+) SugarBaby!Sub!Chase Collins x You 

Overview: Your life has been full of conceit, deceit and malfeasance. Born with a golden spoon in her mouth, Y/N has her life with burdens weighing on her shoulders. With men crawling before her and only one purpose in their minds, it was to be the successor on the wealth that she and her family had. Little did the fellows know, she was married and was one manipulative, ruthless, wealthy dame and she knew one man's plan if she sees fit.

Thus, her mindset didn't phase one mischievous, cunning and obscure man who had his coverts kept where humans couldn't bother to even know because it was too atrocious to start.

One man who had a dour heart who'll manage to corrupt you in the most sinful way. Though, he didn't know that the wickedness he had would bind with yours. He was different among the flocks of men, literally and philosophically because he certainly didn't mind the sins which will soon live upon you both. Those sins that would eat you both alive. 

Chase Collins is your evil, witchy, baby boy. The only baby boy you owned, wanted and cared about.

Therefore, he had no right to leave.  

Warning: Sugar baby content, infidelity, filthy AF, There’s a lot? of? dirty ass smut in this whole series (ISTG), Toxic relationship. Reader's one toxic bitch. (18+) This can be quite dark? Hehehe? SUB CHASE COLLINS! I don’t even know if that’s considered a warning? Hehehhe. 

A/N: I’ll be creating a Masterlist for this once I finish writing the 1st chapter for this series of mine. Tell me what you think about this! I just wanted to try and see if y’all will like this! Send me an ask if ya’ wanna be included in the taglist!

Disclaimer: GIF'S and PNG'S aren't mine, however the whole one shot and edits are rightfully mine to begin with.

Scourging sounds of mirth deafening the stillness inside the elevator where you were both trapped in. Amidst of the discussion running between the both of you. He needed sanitation. You both needed sanitation, cleansing, stabilization because of what has happened between your dueling. You, together needed some psychological help with all the toxicity fuming inside your fiendish ambitions and regimens.

It was an entire blackout, the thought of a sudden sombre in the daylight was doubting you that he had to do with this. The ire he was spitting out of his mouth proves you why he certainly controlled the power of your building because he was in wrath.

Chase Collins was in an outrage because you had everything wrapped around your finger. Even him and it wasn't supposed to be that way because it should've been the other way around.

Yet, he didn't regret cowering before you like a child whom was scared of his own mother because he was actually one in your life and he planned to be.

"I didn't know you had a husband," He spoke lowly and tauntingly as he caged you in his arms,  his words were like vile to his heart because he sounded ruined, shattered and under fire. He wasn't supposed to be like this, he was supposed to be heinous, infernal and substantial but it seemed like the world rolled on the ground and now you were on top, the one who had the last laugh and it was maddening him to the fullest.

You let out a ear-screeching giggle, jesting him till he would detonate. Chase's jaw clenched from the sound because he still felt the need to hug you and for you to cuddle him back. Treat him like he was your baby.

It's because its true. He's your baby boy. The only one whom you've risk your marriage with.

Hence, you were his little secret where he could find solace in the midst of his monstrous abnormality of trying to be human.

"Yet, you knew I had a girlfriend and you tried your best to ruin us, me." His voice was shaking from anger, wanting to laugh in spite of the betrayal he was feeling. You were supposed to be crying because his resentment should fear you, though all those anguish felt like everything was falling in your hands and in the right time.

He hated you for looking so vindicated, small and almighty when being guiltless should be the least of what you looked like.

Nonetheless, he would still cave in because it was you.

"What's there to ruin when its already ruined in the first place, Chase." Your euphonious voice, he remembered how soughing it had been and it's still there and he hated you for it again because he couldn't stop the way he felt for you and it was breaking his strong facade apart.

"You made me break up with her," the lights to the elevator turned on and off as he emphasized his words with gritted teeth, getting a glimpse of his ruddy face that was making you feel a little weird, a fathomable feeling forming in the pit of your stomach and you were quick to grab onto his black tie that was hanging out of his coat. He stiffened and you grinned against the darkness surrounding you both.

"I didn't," you stood on your tippy toes, warm breath fanning his ears, giving him a weird feeling of just taking you up inside the elevator for all he wants as he was controlling the whole blackout situation. He could hear the jocularity slipping with your words and it was driving him insane.

He was insane.

A witch has always been insane. Psychopathic. Or maybe it was only him?

"You made the choice all by yourself, I'm not the bad guy here. I'm just a giver, your confidante, the only person who could support you in this life you have. I literally give you everything, Baby. Every, damn, thing." your words came out as seething. The mouth against his ear scratching his earlobe that could make him kneel before you. Kneel before the queen as he sees it fit.

He would. For you. Only for you.

You continued your little twitting, the smug grin never leaving your face. "You want me to leave my husband? Is that what you want to be, baby? A homewrecker?"

Chase's lips formed a thin line, tightly biting half of his lips in between his gritted teeth because no matter how bad that sounded, it seemed the only thing possible to say. It was the truth, he was because he was your baby boy. The latter could feel his diabolic state of mind roaring in the back of his brain. It wasn't like he had never been insidious. He still is, especially with what happened a month ago.

Burning.

The barn.

Caleb.

Ipswitch.

His two-month ex-girlfriend.

The will to have that power..

"I do," Your baby boy murmured as the lights to the elevator was flicking on and off in the most chilling way. You've stared up at him, eyelashes fluttering like a cherub watching behind the clouds. He hated you, still. Albeit, the hate he felt was actually adoration, passion or love if humans may call it.

Chase Collins never felt so much connected towards a human before and he loved it. He loves you, yet he also hated you at the same damn time.

"I'm your homewrecker, as long as I'm the only one," At long last, the lights finally flickered on. The brightness making you squint your eyes shut before you were met with a pair of black ones which should trigger you to run to the hills because he was showing you who he was.

Strangely enough, you were more drawn to him than any other woman would. Not even his ex-girlfriend would accept him, only you because you already knew him deep down. His secrets, his mysteries and the certain blood that runs inside his glorious body.

He was a witch. He was one of those warlocks and the thought never bothered you ever because you accepted him. You still wanted him despite of it.

"Let me be the one to ruin your marriage," his smile was sinister, like a diabolical plan was about to unleash. "I can be anything you want, Mistress."

He roughly snatched the tie off your hands, blinking in the process as his once black eyes turned to normal. A fiery gold outline flashing around the blackness of his eyes before consuming the normality of what color he wanted. Now, the hues of his baby blue eyes sparkling against the lights of the lift ignited a beam out of you. You had him on the rocks. You were his. It should end up that way. It always does. The latter's fingers straightaway went up to the first button beneath his collar, hastily unbuttoning with heedful need as the elevator never moved its spot. Chase being the one to control the lights to the lift you had and you definitely knew why. The boy knew you all along.

"Ruin me if you must, my evil miss muffet."

Despite of the depravity you were both feeding off each other, together you laughed as though the perniciousness was making you both satisfied with your lives.

My divider is contrasting with the content of this post of mine. HAHAHAHHA Fook me, Chase--I mean. Yeah. You get what I mean. Gosh, this is so wicked. Y’all gotta throw me in a bucket of holy water. 🤣🤐🤣😎🤣 

XOXO,

TATA (SEBASTIAN’S POTATO BITCH)

[btsvt-adventures]

Ice Skating AU - Opposites (sometimes) Attract

A/n: So, this literally took me eons to write, even though I’ve been planning this for a month smh. This is also literally stupid long god... .

Pairing: Jicheol (Jihoon x Seungcheol), Jihan (Jisoo x Jeonghan)

Warning(s): Nothing too major, lots of fluff, some drunk jihoon (drink responsibly kids!!!)

Word Count: 3,388

Want more of this AU? Ask me here!

Ice Skating AU: Introductions | The Beginning | Drunk (Almost) Kisses | I Have Faith | Promised Rewards | Secret Plans | Opposites Sometimes Attract

Jihoon wants to strangle Soonyoung, and maybe.. to an extent… partly, Jisoo as well. He knows, he just knows that it’s their doing that he’s been tasked with getting drinks with none other than the big, stupid, (cute) figure skater doof Choi fucking Seungcheol. He sends Soonyoung a quick text right before Seungcheol is meant to pick him up, threatening death by hockey stick, and his ex-captain just replies with a lot of winky faces, and a couple eggplants.

Asshole.

Jihoon’s already waiting when Seungcheol pulls up, and the figure skater has to resist the urge to squeal, because Jihoon just looks so fucking cute. He’s drowning in an oversized hoodie, with his blonde hair all tousled from the wind, and he just looks so tiny and adorable (not that Seungcheol would say that he doesn’t want to make things worse.) Jihoon’s ripped jeans however, leave nothing to the imagination, and Seungcheol is quietly drooling over the perky round ass he spotted as Jihoon climbed into his car. 

“Let’s go, I have work to do and I don’t want to waste too much time arguing with you over what kind of drinks to get,” Jihoon grumps, pulling out his phone to play some music game while Seungcheol drives, humming to some girl group song.

“I play that too,” Seungcheol piques, startling Jihoon while he’s scrolling through songs to play. “You’re much better at it though, I suck at games like that,” he mumbles, and Jihoon snorts.

“I hope I’m good at it, I’m a music producer; if I can’t match the beat to my own songs I better change careers,” he shakes his head, and Seungcheol reels from the information Jihoon just offered up.

Before he can ask anymore, he sees the supermarket, and decides to hold off his questioning till after he’s parked. He almost makes it too, reversing into a lot when he hears Jihoon humming to the song on the radio, and Seungcheol can’t hold it in anymore.

“What’s your producer name? Have you met any kpop groups? Who do you produce for?” he blurts, flushing red when Jihoon stares at him confusedly. Seungcheol flushes, quickly putting the car into park and getting out, plastering a fake smile on to try and hide his embarrassment.

“Well, I use Woozi, under the studio ‘Universe Factory,’ yes of course I’ve met idols, and I produce for Pledis Entertainment,” Jihoon answers quietly, suppressing a laugh when Seungcheol gawks at him for voluntarily offering the information. “What about you?”

Seungcheol’s brain farts entirely, and he just goes “uH oh right, well I skate professionally of course, but during the off season I teach kids back in my hometown, Daegu,” he stutters, and Jihoon nods, letting the conversation die off.

It’s not an awkward silence, but it is silence, and Seungcheol wants to keep Jihoon talking. He’d seen the way Jihoon had lit up when he mentioned his music, and he wants to see that happen again (he’s already so whipped what the fuck Choi get a grip).

“… box, yeah?”

Seungcheol’s so busy yelling at himself he totally misses whatever Jihoon says, and glances into their trolley to see a giant Styrofoam box.

“Uh…. Why do we need a styrofoam box?” he asks, staring dumbly at it while Jihoon just tsks.

“To keep all the drinks,” he deadpans, like Seungcheol’s stupid for even asking a question like that. Seungcheol shakes his head, plucking the box out of the trolley and putting it back. Jihoon frowns, raising an eyebrow when Seungcheol rounds the corner, re-appearing with a giant cooler box on wheels.

“No, no you gotta use a cooler! A nice big one to keep the drinks chilled properly,” he insists. Jihoon rolls his eyes, turning his nose up at the stupidly expensive box, defiantly picking up the styrofoam box again.

“This will do just fine! What are we gonna do with a giant cooler box after the party anyway?” Jihoon challenges, but Seungcheol refuses to give in, and Jihoon throws his hands up in frustration. “Let’s just get the damn drinks, we can come back to this shit later,” he grumbles, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and Seungcheol shrugs, leisurely following Jihoon towards the drink aisle.

They end up with more drinks than fifteen people can (presumably) drink, and not a lot of ways to carry them. Jihoon, as Seungcheol is quickly learning, is frustratingly (read: endearingly) stubborn when he wants to be, picking up the cartons before Seungcheol can take them.

He stops Jihoon from trying to carry his body weight in liquor and soft drinks, offering what he thinks is a kind, helping hand. Jihoon, of course, reacts in a way only Jihoon can react.

“Are you implying that I’m weak?” Jihoon snaps, glaring (or trying to) at Seungcheol over the top of the boxes. It takes everything Seungcheol has to not burst into laughter because he just looks so cute, but he manages to get himself under control.

“No, no of course not, but you uh… also can’t really see where you’re going, so I thought I’d offer,” he says delicately, and Jihoon makes an incoherent noise of assent, grumpily letting Seungcheol take half the boxes he was attempting to carry. They dump the drinks in Seungcheol’s car before they stand awkwardly next to each other, unsure of what to do or say, letting the silence slowly engulf them.

“Let’s grab dinner,” Seungcheol blurts, ears turning red before he can take it back. “I mean, we can get some food and then I can drop you at home, I mean- your house!” he yelps, and Jihoon stares at the figure skater like he’s grown a third head. Seungcheol flails uselessly, hands fidgeting nervously as he watches the cogs in Jihoon’s pretty blonde head turn, lighting up when the hockey player nods slowly.

“It’s not a date,” he warns quickly, ears quickly turning red. “It better not be, or I’ll kick you with my skates,” he huffs, turning away with a huff. Seungcheol can’t help the grin splitting his face as he climbs into the car.

“It can be whatever you want it to be,” he glances at the younger man,  praying he isn’t pushing too hard, watching as Jihoon sputters indignantly.

“NOT A DATE!” he yelps, smacking Seungcheol in a panic. Seungcheol bursts into laughter, as Jihoon glares at him. “For that you’re paying, and I want meat,” he huffs, chin pushed out defiantly as he dares Seungcheol to refuse him.

Adorable.

Seungcheol chuckles, turning to face the disgruntled skater, grinning wickedly. “Yes dear,” he coos, and Jihoon groans, head thunking quietly against the headrest.

“Fuck, I really need a drink,” he mutters, turning away and shutting his eyes while Seungcheol hums to the muted music. He glances at Seungcheol, drinking in the way the streetlamps outline his silhouette, almost contouring the lean, muscular lines of his arms.

God, he’s really hot, Jihoon thinks helplessly, forcing himself to turn away before Seungcheol catches him staring. He watches the street fly past, wondering idly if Seungcheol was genuinely interested or if he just wanted to rile Jihoon up.

“You’re thinking really loudly,” Seungcheol says suddenly, and Jihoon startles, letting out a surprised squeak. Seungcheol glances quickly towards Jihoon, who just shrugs, claiming he’s thinking about food.

Seungcheol laughs, wanting to probe further (because seriously, no one thinks that hard about food), but they arrive at the restaurant before he can ask. Jihoon practically throws himself out of the car, claiming to be starving, and Seungcheol snorts, figuring that Jihoon probably would be full after two portions of beef or something.

He should’ve known.

An hour later, he’s staring at Jihoon in mild horror as he polishes off his third bowl of rice, and his nine (and counting) portions of meat. Seungcheol’s only on his second bowl, and already his stomach feels like exploding.

 “How the fuck do you eat so much?” He gapes, and Jihoon shrugs, taking a sip (read: gulp) of his soju.

“Your lips are so pretty, soooooo prettyyyy,” he grins dopily, reaching for the soju again and pouring himself another shot. Seungcheol blinks, frozen in shock (and fear, because did Jihoon just compliment him????)

“W-what?” Seungcheol stammers, and Jihoon lifts a finger lazily, poking Seungcheol in the chest, eyes unfocused and –

Oh.

It hits Seungcheol suddenly. Jihoon’s drunk. Like, full on, giggling and cute and slurring drunk. He looks at the empty bottle of soju next to Jihoon and realizes that not only is Jihoon drunk, but he’s also this drunk after a single bottle of soju.

“Y-you,” he mumbles, eyes wandering before focusing on Seungcheol. “You’re so hotand mus-muscular is not f-fair,” he hiccups, giggling when Seungcheol’s cheeks flush. “Pretty too when you blush- take me home hyung,” he blurts suddenly, head flopping into his waiting palm. “Tired, want cuddles,” he pouts, and Seungcheol nearly goes into cardiac arrest.

He quickly calls for the bill, helping Jihoon slip his jacket back on. Jihoon clings to him, nuzzling Seungcheol’s chest, quietly whining for cuddles. He taps his card on the machine and tugs Jihoon out of the restaurant so he doesn’t do something he’ll regret later on.

“Cuddlessssss hyung,” Jihoon whines, pouting up at Seungcheol again and fuck, Seungcheol so desperately wants to kiss the pout away.

“It’s not a good idea Jihoonie, you’re really drunk right now,” he coaxes gently, trying to offend a drunk Jihoon as little as possible. Jihoon pouts even harder, clinging tighter to Seungcheol’s jacket sleeve, nestled perfectly into his side.

“No, no, no hyung need cuddles,” he insists, and Seungcheol sighs, giving in and tugging him to the car, heading to his apartment so he can at least make sure Jihoon doesn’t hurt himself while he’s drunk.

For someone so much smaller, he’s surprisingly strong. It takes him an hour to finally get Jihoon into bed, with most of said hour taken up by Jihoon insisting he have his required cuddles. He tucks Jihoon into his bed after forcing the younger to take some Aspirin, and flops onto the couch, sighing heavily.

Fuck, Jihoon’s so fucking cute.

The hockey player however, definitely does not feel cute. He cracks his eyes open and jerks upright, groaning when the movement makes his head pound.

“Where the fuck am I?” he grimaces, glancing around at the unfamiliar surroundings. “At least I’m clothed this time,” he sighs, peeking out the open door, trying to get a glimpse of whoever it is that brought him… wherever here is.

Did I get kidnapped or something dear god why don’t I remember anything, why the fuck do I drink alcohol– “WHAT THE FUCK CHOI SEUNGCHEOL PUT ON A GODDAMN SHIRT!”

Seungcheol jumps so hard at Jihoon’s exclamation he almost breaks something, and he flails, apologizing repeatedly as he scrambles to put a shirt on. (Jihoon half wishes he wouldn’t, even though he told him to because hot damn, ice skater boy is hella fine) Seungcheol, in his flustered state, desperately tries to not trip over the various pillows Jihoon had apparently kicked to the floor, but before he can shout a warning, Seungcheol trips on a pillow and tumbles onto the bed.

Right on top of Jihoon.

The air whooshes out of Jihoon’s lungs as Seungcheol lands on him, and he finds himself staring into the prettiest, widest eyes he’s ever seen. Their lips are so close they’re practically brushing.

Fuck, he’s so pretty, Jihoon thinks breathlessly, silently hoping Seungcheol would make a move, but the older comes to his senses and throws himself backwards, much to Jihoon’s disappointment relief.

“You’re heavier than a sack of potatoes,” Jihoon huffs raspily, still breathless, although he’s not sure if it’s from Seungcheol trying to flatten him or if it’s from the overwhelming emotion he’s trying to hide.

Seungcheol dusts himself off, mumbling something about getting ready for the party and making breakfast, disappearing from the room, and Jihoon sighs, grabbing his phone and texting Soonyoung to grab his outfit before meeting at the rink. Soonyoung responds with an affirmative, followed by more smirky emojis, and Jihoon contemplates Soonyoung’s murder for the second time in as many days.

He wanders out into the kitchen after a shower, wearing Seungcheol’s smallest clothes (which are still three sizes too big), looking around the spotless space Seungcheol apparently lives in. He turns to Seungcheol, who’s setting down some hangover stew and rice, and motioning for Jihoon to come in.

“What’s all this for?” he asks, grabbing the rice bowl and taking a sip of the hot stew, sighing happily when he feels it soothe his empty, growling stomach. Seungcheol shrugs, picking up the other rice bowl and loading it with pickled radish.

“Consumption and energy, but also I’m sorry for scaring you awake like that,” he mumbles through a mouthful of rice. “You were kinda drunk and I was worried about leaving you alone in your apartment, so I brought you to mine  hope that’s okay,” he frowns, swallowing and looking at Jihoon worriedly.

Jihoon laughs, shaking his head gently. “Yeah, that’s fine I should’ve warned you that I was a lightweight. sorry about all the trouble, and thanks for the food.”

Seungcheol grins at him, turning his attention to their shared bowl of stew before Jihoon inhales all of it (again). A ping from both their phones just as they finish, and they scramble to get ready before Jisoo beheads them for being late to his beloved’s surprise birthday party.

“Hurry up of Jisoo hyung will literally kill us,” Jihoon nags, grumbling when Seungcheol comes out of the apartment with the cooler. “Can’t believe you talked me into buying the fucking cooler,” he huffs, and Seungcheol just laughs, telling Jihoon to pull up the directions and tell Jisoo that they’re on the way.

 Jisoo, on the other hand, is a nervous mess. He knows he’s planned everything to the best of his ability, and there’s literally nothing else he can do, but he’s still scared.

What if Jeonghan figures it out?

What if they all arrive later?

What if Jeonghan doesn’t arri–

His train of thought breaks off when he sees his boyfriend walk through the arrival doors. He runs up to Jeonghan and literally throws himself in his arms.

“Hello to you too baby,” Jeonghan laughs, hugging Jisoo back equally tightly, lips pressed against Jisoo’s hair.

Jisoo sighs, pulling away and handing Jeonghan the flowers and the gift, excitement humming through his veins. “Happy birthday Hannie,” he grins.

Jeonghan lights up at the roses, pressing them carefully to his nose and sniffing delicately, handing them back to Jisoo with a kiss so he can open his present. He tears the wrapping eagerly, gasping when he sees the silver necklace nestled in the black satin. Jisoo beams, tugging something from under his collar.

“We match,” he murmurs, and Jeonghan’s grin gets impossibly bigger. Jisoo takes the box from Jeonghan, carefully taking the necklace and securing it around Jeonghan’s neck, watching as the necklace sparkles prettily between his clavicles.

“It’s beautiful, I love it,” Jeonghan hums, pulling Jisoo close for a kiss. “and I love you,” he breathes, humming contentedly when Jisoo blushes hotly.

He presses another quick kiss to his boyfriend’s lips, pulling away slightly. “Do you trust me?” he asks, Jeonghan nods immediately eyebrows disappearing into his hairline when Jisoo pulls a blindfold out of his pocket.

“In public? How kinky,” Jeonghan teases, laughing harder when Jisoo swats him huffily, but he takes the blindfold, securing it over his eyes when they’re in the car. His vision goes dark immediately, and it’s a little uneasy, but Jisoo assures him that everything’s going to be great.

 Seokmin’s (and everyone else’s, really) phone pings with another update. “GET READY!!!” he screeches, and everyone scrambles to get into position. Seungkwan yelps, rolling out the carpet so Jeonghan doesn’t faceplant on the ice in regular shoes, and they wait in silence, staring at the entrance eagerly.

 Jisoo appears with a still blindfolded Jeonghan, and they stay frozen in position until Jeonghan’s standing in the middle of the rink.

“Three,” Jisoo whispers to Jeonghan, who’s already itching to take his blindfold off. “Two,” he breathes, hand raised as he counts down to the surprise reveal.

“One.”

“SURPRISE!”

Jeonghan startles so hard he nearly falls over, and his eyes widen as he takes in the familiar faces suddenly surrounding him, gasping when he finally recognizes where he is. Jisoo grins so brightly, watching the emotions play across Jeonghan’s face.

“How-“ he stammers, staring at everyone who’s cheering and clapping, laughing as they celebrate a successful surprise. “You did this?” he asks incredulously, staring at Jisoo.

 “Yep! Happy birthday Jeonghannie,” he giggles. “I have one more surprise for you though, but you gotta put on your skates first.”

Jisoo knows Jeonghan can put on skates quickly, but he’s never seen anyone put them on that fast. It’s endearing, really, knowing how eager Jeonghan is for his second surprise. He steps off the carpet, spinning gracefully before he turns to Jisoo.

“Surprise, now,” he pouts.

“Still as demanding as ever,” a deep, husky voice breaks through, and Jeonghan whirls around, breath hitching as he sees someone he honestly never thought he’d see again.

“Ssaem,” Jeonghan breathes, vision suddenly blurry as he launches himself forward, enveloping the elderly man in a crushing hug. The old nightguard laughs, holding Jeonghan equally tightly, blinking away the tears clinging to his lashes.

Jeonghan lets out a sob, burying his face into his teacher’s shoulder, shaking from the overwhelming emotions. The guard takes it in stride, petting Jeonghan’s back comfortingly, and Jeonghan pulls away, still sniffling, but grinning widely now.

“S-still not dead yet I see,” he jokes tearfully, and the guard guffaws, smacking Jeonghan lightly upside the head.

“Still disrespectful I see,” he fires back. “Now stop your baby crying, this is a party so we damn well be celebrating,” he pats Jeonghan on the back again, and the figure skater wipes his face clean, nodding.

“Let’s get fucking liT!”

 The party winds down after a couple hours, with everyone either in food comas, drunk or exhausted from Seungkwan and Soonyoung’s games. Seungcheol spots Jihoon drinking his (hopefully alcohol free) coke, watching as Jeonghan and Jisoo dance and spin in a corner of the rink.

“So,” he starts, making Jihoon jump in surprise, but Seungcheol decides to push on. “So.. since we did spend a night together,” he pauses, and Jihoon turns to glare at him murderously.

“Die in a hole, thanks,” he hisses, taking a sip of his drink. “What do you want?”

Seungcheol chuckles, leaning against the barrier. “Go out to dinner with me. Like, y’know, a date,” he blurts, praying Jihoon can’t hear his heart thundering in his chest.

They both fall silent, watching Jeonghan and Jisoo perform their duet for Jeonghan’s old teacher. Seungcheol tries not to fidget, but he’s desperate to know Jihoon’s answer. The duet ends, and Jihoon turns to face Seungcheol.

“One one condition,” he says, and Seungcheol nods immediately. “Keep me away from the alcohol. I don’t need, or want, to remember me waxing fucking poetry about how pretty you are– “

Seungcheol’s grin is blindingly bright, and Jihoon feels his heart stutter for a moment. “Aw,” he coos, and Jihoon’s already beginning to regret his decision. “You think I’m pretty!”

“I  take it back, I don’t want to go on a date with you,” Jihoon grumbles, pushing uselessly at Seungcheol’s chest.

“Too late! I’m about to make a reservation for a BBQ place” he chirps, and Jihoon sighs defeatedly, playfully rolling his eyes at the figure skater.

Jisoo catches Soonyoung’s eye as he skates past, pointing at Jihoon huddled up with Seungcheol in the corner of the rink. Jeonghan raises an eyebrow questioningly, wondering what his deviously brilliant boyfriend is up to this time.

“Long story, tell you when we get home,” he winks. “Maybe I’ll even let you use the blindfold on me.”

Jeonghan chokes, and everyone else makes a face.

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so I like writing Klance, that drawing of shiro was basically just me testing out my art skills which I’m glad to see everyone liked so now i’m going to see how well everyone likes my writing. If you do make request and I’ll be happy to try and write more.

THIS IS EXPLICIT WORK, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

“Your so busy trying to impress the aliens you don’t do your job!”

He glared, it was cold enough to compete with ice chilling to the bone. Lance didn’t get mad often not truly mad but can you blame me for pushing him to that point when he looks so hot while he is. His eyes blazing with a usually tamed fire. His muscles tense ready to pounce. The way he gets so close trying to prove some type of dominance.

“I did my job!”

His face was close breathing heavy to keep himself tame. It wasn’t unknown that Lance was often viewed as a lover not a fighter. It was always good to test those limits though.

“I’m positive nowhere in the debrief did Shiro say flirt with all the woman!”

We’d stopped in the hall, I’d been making an effort to get to the training deck to work off stress and push the boner I’d gotten from watching Lance fight out of my head. Usually the first sign of danger and it went away like a cold shower. But Apparently I’d given to much of a cold shoulder on our way here illisiting Lance to come question as he put it, ‘my bitchiness towards him only.’ I call bullshit but whatever you gotta say to make yourself feel better.

He was sneering at me and I had to backtrack to see if I’d said anything out loud and nope my last comment didn’t deserve a sneer. “Jealous?” Unbeknownst to Lance I wasn’t jealous, and I actually was mad but it’d become insticutual to piss him off in an unspoken competition the first one to storm off loses.

I scoffed turning my back to continue walking, “as if I’d be jealous of them.” There was a warm hand on my arm pulling me back and then against the wall, Lance's eyes held a lith of amusement, the smirk on his face unjustifiably sexy, “I never said you were jealous of them, but now that you bring it up.”

I blink a moment stunned cause fuck that was a slip up, “you- I meant I wasn’t jealous of-”

“Bip bip bip, it’s too late I got you figured out Mullet, you never bat an eye when a girl flirts with you, could it be it’s cause you don’t swing that way?”

I growel making to way from my place on the wall before two arms slam down on either side of my head. He leans in close that devilishly attractive smirk still playing on his lips only growing from my lack of arguments and the flustered look morphing my face. “Well look at that. If you ask nicely I’ll let you see it.”

“I don’t want to be part of your dick measuring contest Lance.”

He hummed leaning close to my face lips brushing my cheek before hot breath ghost over my ear, “It’s not about the size, it’s how many times you can get it to rise. I’m up for the count what about you baby?”

His hand moved down my shoulder, over folded arms, past my stomach before reaching down to palm at my crotch. With a sharp intake of breath, my hands shot forward to clutch his under suite for his armor. The hard plastic unfortunately had been discarded after first leaving the lions to be cleaned.

He moved lazily as my half chub started getting harder. He seemed pleased letting go when it was visable through my clothes. My breathing no longer settled at it’s normal pace, deep breaths being sucked in as he slotted his body close with mine. A knee sliding roughly between my legs grinding forward so I let out another gasp an arm wrapping around his neck for more leverage as his knee came up putting me on my toes grinding down into it.

“Fuck.” It was breath and I hadn’t realised I said it until he bit his lip hand on my hip and dragging up my side before slipping behind my back when it arches of the wall. He grinded forward again the pressure of his obviously hard cock against my hip seeking the same amount of friction. I’m not going to lie this was a lot. I was probably the only person who’d touched me in over three years since leaving the garrison and only one other person did it before and I came fairly quickly.

I’m a touch starved foster kid, ok, sue me. So everything Lance was doing had me gritting my teeth so not to cum in my uniform.

“S-top.”

I made an effort the more sensitive it got, the closer I got, the harder he grinded against me.

“Why? You like it.”

“Someone could see, a-and our uniforms.”

Realising that yeah someone could see and the fact that I forgot about it was beyond me we’re standing in the middle of the hallway grinding on each other.

“That's the fun Keith,” His breath was hot on my cheek, “getting caught.”

I moaned, because it was hot, because a small part of me does wish that everyone could see this and no where we stood, but I think it'd scar the others just a little bit to much and breaking the bond voltron had was not worth a grinding session in the hallway as much as it was appreciated. “What if I promised we wouldn’t get caught?”

I bit my lip cracking an eye open just enough to see him clearly watching me intently with his own half hooded gaze. “How?”

“Just trust me.”

He slowed waiting for my response, glancing down both ends of the hallway I turned back to him nodding slowly. His smile grew showing off that perfect smile before he pulled his knee away turning me around so my chest hit the wall the quickly unzipped my suit nipping at the newly exposed skin of my back, and shuffled the suite down passed my hips. There was a pause as he pulled my ass away from the wall then nothing until to hands pulled at my cheeks and a slick wet muscle licked my hole.

My knees shook, cause I’m sensitive.

He paused when I moaned my hands pawing at the wall for some sort of grip before pushing in and I started to moan louder as he licked and sucked pulling away occasionally with a chuckle and a shush.

After a few minutes I whimpered, “Lance I’m gonna-”

And just as quick the heat was gone and a whine left my throat.

He leaned against my back whispering in my ear, “god your so easy Keith. I thought you’d have more stamina.”

“Shut up!” I bit back and a finger slid into my hole more teasing and whimpering my ass instantly pushing back forcing a harsher curve of my spine as my bare chest pressed against the wall. “So easy.”

Through the panting and the need for more I managed a mumble against him, “m’not easy.”

“You almost came from my tounge alone baby. Maybe you can’t handle my dick in your ass, you'd come to quick take all the fun out of it.”

He was pulling away and I felt the whine coming up even tried to stop it, “no, please, Lance, just don’t stop-”

His finger pushed back in accompanied by a second one, “don’t stop what baby, talk to me.”

I pushed my ass back I didn’t want to beg but I knew he wanted something on me dirt of some kind that would mark him unregrettable of us doing this. I should definitely stop this I should, and if I was a patient man able to make it back to my room and do this there by myself or wait until the future if I ever got this chance again in the future perhaps I would have however. I’m widely known as the hotheaded impulsive paladin and like hell I need to drop that title now.

“Don't stop till you cum.”

He chuckled bare chest against my bare back, “you’ll have finished by then...twice.”

I groaned clawing at the wall more my blunt nails gripping nothing and scraping past the smooth altean metal. “Oh,” His voice was a whisper as another finger sunk in leaving me panting, “you want it like that, what a slut you are Kogane.”

I tried growling but it was useless, all I gave was a whimper when his fingers curled and my eyes squeezing tighter. “Close…” I whimpered and he chuckled reaching around with his other hand and grabbing my cock, the touch set fire to my veins and he pumped once, twice, and the minute his thumb rubbed over the head it was too much and I saw white spots behind my eyelids as I came in his hand.

He laughed at me taking his hand back, it felt gross when it was whipped on my ass crack seeping between he hummer and pulled the three fingers out spreading my cheeks I shivered as it dripped between then felt the heat of his body close to mine. “Tell me if it hurts.” With that the head of his cock was pushing into my hole and my own was twitching with interest. He was slow almost like he was trying to be considerate pushing inch by agonizing inch until his hips connected to my ass.

His hand roamed up my back the he wrapped his fingers between mine the palm of his hand against the back of mine holding it there. A quick roll of his hips and a short hum from my throat before he was slowly pulling out and then slamming back in.

My voice broke head falling forward with a thud on the wall my cock twitched again before he did it again grinding into it this time. “You piss me off you know that?” He grunted slamming into my ass again punctuating the statement the grinding hard leaving me whimpering as my cock rubbed against the cool metal of the wall.

“Fuck, ah!, you.” His thrust were gaining pace and it reminded me of our arguments starting off as nothing then becoming unbearable. It probably wasn’t a good thing fighting with lance turned me on but at the moment it felt like a pretty good thing. Each thrust hitting just right. My hips pushing back into them.

I hadn’t realised the position I’d put myself in until I was focusing on more than just his dick in my ass, hands trapped from his own, my upper chest against the wall, back arched and ass perked so I stood on my toes to get more, deeper, harder.

“Fuck you look so good for me Keith, so needy.”

I moan the thought of actual words beyond me at this point. The hit’s were coming to fast for words to slip between only small little noises of ‘ah’ and ‘mhm’ gasps and groans. My stomach swirling with a hot heat and trying to bite my lip to keep from spilling again so soon. It became irrelevant when one of his hand let go to grab on to my hip and my brain registered the grunts he was letting out so carelessly.

With a scream I came again and his hand reached around to cup my balls afterwards the rub on my sensitive cock getting a whimper. My brows bushing together cause it was almost to much but it was still pleasure just an overstimulated amount and it had my brain hazy as it filled my dick again and had me chanting his name like a song stuck in your head little moans and gasps of ‘Lance’ that had his idiotic ego boosting and his hips speeding up and slamming in faster. That sharpshooter aim having been on my prostate this whole time unrelenting.

“You gonna come a third time for me baby?” He spoke into my neck  and I groaned back in my only response.

He seemed pleased, the pace and roughness must finally be getting to him as his hips stutter and his hands tighten on my hip and hand. He groans when he comes biting down on my shoulder. Slowing but never stopping, I could feel his cum against my walls, feel his flaccid cock more pliant as it moves inside pushing. Lance tenses to a stop and I moan his hand clamping over my mouth. “Shh, someone's coming.”

I should have been more concerned but instead it got me more excited pushing back against his hips, he hummed continuing on a hand over my mouth blocking the quieter moans but just barely.

“Shhh baby, we’re going to get caught.”

I started pushing my hips back on my own fucking myself and continuing to let out noises that had him shoving three fingers in my mouth pushing on my tongue and back further until I was silent trying to breath around his slim fingers. I was getting close thrust becoming unrhythmic until i’m slack jawed and cumming for a third time. Lance pulling out to quick before I can get my barring and letting go I crumple against the landing against cum new and old. He gasps for a minute before grabbing behind my knees and back and lifting me to move quickly down the hall and into the closest door which happened to be a closet.

“We s’ould’a started ‘ere.” He huffed a laugh putting my feet back on the floor.

“Next time remind me.”

[spnbaby-67]

A Love Worth Fight For

A/N:  Here is part 2, let me know how you are liking it so far, and if there is anything you want to see in future chapters, let me know. Keep in mind I don’t have a beta and I apologize for that. Please no hate on the wives I love them just the same, and don’t copy and paste on other sites without my permission. Thank you so much for the amazing responses so far. you are all awesome. 

Pairing Jensen and Samantha OFC, Cliff, other bodyguards. 

Chapter One

Chapter 2, 

I bet  your wondering why I am sitting on the floor, right? Like why didn't I just leave the hotel all together?  Well, you try dodging five or more big guys that stood  6'2" with muscles that could RIP you apart and make it look clean. Go ahead, try.  I'll sit right here while you do that. It's not easy, especially when they have your face plastered in their brains trains to kill.  Besides, my head is thinking they have every exit surrounded somehow just waiting for me to try and escape. Not so easy.

What's that saying? Shoot now and ask questions later? I'm not all about that, but damn let me tell you, you may not see Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki's full bodyguards close by, until there's a reason for them. I swear they are all huge, from the quick look I saw of them. Heck, they  maybe even taller than Jared, I dunno, but I know one thing, I gotta get out of here. But my body is so exhausted from running and hiding till I am about to admit defeat, and take the punishment regardless if I did it or not. 

You see that night I told you about, when I went to get ice cream, I ended up in jail. Because of the priors I had regardless if they were filed or not, the judge didn't care, and gave me three years in women correctional home. I had to wear an ankle bracelet at all times, and everywhere I went I had to have someone follow me to make sure I didn't leave the premises without written consent and with someone.  Sarah, my lovely so called friend had slipped a plan b into my purse apparently when I wasn't paying attention. That triggered the alarm when I was walking out, so therefore the cops came and this time a shop owner pressed charges.  See what I mean by being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Teach me to help someone again.  

Anyways, brings us back to today. I am a huge fan of the TV show called Supernatural. I discovered the show when I was in jail, and was bored one night flipping through the channels.  It was my turn to control the remote for an hour and it landed on the CW. The episode they were showing that night was Lazarus Rising.  I was captivated on a pair of green eyes that shook my core the moment I saw him escape from hell.  His hand reaching from under the ground upwards to the sky, sent chills down my spine.  I had to see who it belonged to and my heart thudded big time when I saw the handsome hunter he came to be.  Oh my gosh, the raspy sound of his voice when he tried to talk was just wow.  But ultimately I just love the dynamic of the brothers fighting the monsters and saving people and even themselves at times.  I am a big fan of Jensen and Jared, but more so Jensen.  Only because I can relate to Dean's life in a way that I feel we would hit it off if I was to ever step foot in the supernatural world.  Don't get me wrong, Jared is my heart, he saved my life a few times while I was in jail, in fact, they both did, but i will spare you the drama for now.  

After I had gotten out of jail a year ago, I had to start over. I had nothing to my name, not even the clothes on my back, they gave me those as a way of saying sorry for wrongly accusing you.  More on that later.   But my first thought was that I needed a job, and who in their right mind would hire anyone with a criminal record?  No one, well maybe Mel's diner.  And he only did that because he always pinched my ass every time he walked by me or I by him. Bleh, just thinking about that I get the Willie's, Anyways, I worked there for a year and saved up all my cash tips and managed to get into a nice apartment in walking distance to downtown Houston. All was going great, my life turned around and I even had a few friends, well I thought they were.  Let's say I know how to pick em. But it be honest, I don't know how she would turn out to be until today.  

You see, Jessie, had a wild idea to come to Nashville to volunteer to work at a supernatural convention.  I thought she was crazy,  I mean who would let people volunteer to work at a convention with huge stars like Jared and Jensen?  You gotta be crazy to do that, well apparently I was wrong, and Jessie made it so easy for me to say yes.  I am not one to question my chance meeting my one and only heart eyes of a man, but if I knew now what I knew then, I'd say no. Don't worry,  I'm getting there as to why I am sitting here on the floor.  I'm building up the excitement for you.  

I was able to score a couple of solo ops with both Jared and Jensen for that Sunday and Jessie was able to get us a duo op.   I was extremely excited and very nervous, because my anxiety was beginning to get the best of me the closer I stood to him.  He is just so beautiful, sandy blonde hair spiked to perfection, he wore ripped knee jeans and a black short sleeved shirt that hugged his body in all the right places. He had a red and black flannel on, and boots that looked worn but were comfortable. I wanted to die when we walked into the room together for our duo.  She let me hug Jensen, and we had an idea that he and Jared would stand behind us and hug us from behind then we would hold the others hand. 

Well, it turned out that Jensen had his own idea, he placed one arm around my waist and the other around my upper chest and slightly turned me like he was going to dip me. I ended up caught off guard, and my expression was real. I think that's what made the op be amazing is that it wasn't fake or planned out. Gotta love those guys for the way they take directions. I laughed back at the moment, actually it was a way to keep me from totally freaking out. I remember hearing Jensen say to me that I was beautiful and he wanted to see how our op turned out during autographs, which unfortunately never happened. You see, somehow Jessie the ever so chilled out chick, decided to pickpocket his wallet. Somewhere as we were walking out to now, I still have no idea how she did it and I didn’t even know until three gorillas came to us. 

I swear to god, I am never trusting anyone again, ever. If it's the last freaking thing I do in this world, I will never trust another soul. I always end up being the one who either gets hurt, or the one in trouble as in this case. Cliff Closterman, the boys main bodyguard came at us as we were exiting the room. 

Flashback

“That was so fucking amazing Jessie, I can’t wait to see what that is going to turn out.” I told her as i was still on cloud nine. My head was floating as we gathered our stuff that I didn’t hear the commotion behind me. 

“Yeah, that was. Now come on let’s go.” She retorted as she pushed me out the door. 

“What is wrong with you? Your acting like you did something wrong, Jess.” I stopped and turned to look at her. “What the hell did you do?” Just the look on her face proved it. 

“Nothing, just, let’s go.” She looked back at the room the boys were in and then back towards me with a scream or yelp, I dunno. I do know we were faced with Cliff. 

Now if you have not ever had an altercation with Cliff, I absolutely advise you not to do it. He is so super scary when he crosses his arms across his chest and his face means business. I felt ten inches smaller than him as he stood before us. “H-Hi?” I tread with caution, “c can I do anything for you?”

“No, but you can follow me. Both of you.” He grabbed both of our arms one on each side and walked us back into another room separate from where we were before.” 

I tried my best to wiggle free, but damn he had a hold on my wrist so tight that I knew it would bruise later. I kept looking over behind his back at Jess who kept whispering “what the hell did I do?” 

 “I do? I didn’t do shit,” I kept telling her. “Fuck,” I said under my breath, I know how this is going to fucking end for me.” I suddenly had a feeling something terrible was going to happen. 

We get to a room and Cliff pushes us into it and shuts the door behind him and stands there like a big muscled man that dared you to move or try to escape, my heart was pounding and my body was hot on the inside, it was getting to the point I couldn’t breath. Moments later, the other door opened and two other big guys like Cliff came in and walked over to us. 

“Open your bag please.” One said so sternly and with demand to his voice. 

“Why do I have to open my bag? I didn’t do anything.” I tried to sound cool, but I don’t think that helped.

“Either we can do this here, nice and quietly. Or, we can go downtown and do it there not so quiet. Either or, it’s up to you. Now, open your bag.” His voice rose an octave or two, making my knees knock with nerves. 

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes as I put my bag on the table, unzipped it to let them look at whatever is supposed to be in there. “HOLY FUCK!” I said out loud as I saw it. How the fuck did Jensen’s wallet get in my bag? My mouth dropped and my breathing picked up considerably as I stood there feeling like I was about to be sick. 

“Sam? What the hell did you do?” Jess thought she’d play the innocent child card like she had no clue what was going on while she tried to get a look. 

“I-I-I-I di didn’t do anything, honestly.” My voice trembled as tears began to form in my eyes, I could feel them pricking, teasing me as they built up. My heartbeat also picked up a few notches as well,  so much that I had to sit down or I was going to faint.  

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s Jensen’s wallet” Cliff the guard from earlier came over to look in my bag to verify it was Jensen's. 

Suddenly, I felt two strong hands on each side of my shoulders lifting me from my chair, I tried to beg with them telling them it wasn’t me, that I didn’t do that. But thanks to Jessie, she sweet talked her way out of it and they let her go because they didn’t have any evidence on her to prove she did it. She got to leave, but not me. They took me to another room with only one door this time, and I was alone in this room with three big guys trying to find my escape. Eventually, I gave up trying to find a way out. I knew they went to go find Jensen, tell him they found the person who took his wallet, and he was going to have them lock me up. I just knew this. 

Thoughts after thoughts ran through my head the longer I had to wait, that I hid my face in my hands covering my embarrassment, I didn’t want to face Jensen when he walked in, if he even walked in. My chest sunk in when I heard the door open, I was scared to look up because I knew who it was just by the smell of his amazing cologne. When I did look up, my heart broke and my spirit fell when I saw the look in his eyes. I never wanted to be the one who put sadness in those beautiful eyes, I never wanted to inflict any kind of pain to him. But here I was doing that and then some. My first thought was here I am heading back to jail. 

Jensen walked over to me, then around and behind me. I could feel the tension between us that I was so scared to even move. He then made his way to stand  before me and I dunno if he was trying to be a good cop or bad cop, but my heart beat pounded so hard inside my body that my head felt like it was going to explode. The way he stood before me with his hands spaced flat on the table that separated us, he bent over a bit and looked directly into my eyes.  I knew I was in so much trouble.

"So, your the one who took my wallet?" His stance was lethal as he looked into my eyes. If you ever want to see Dean Winchester come to life in front of you, make Jensen Ackles mad. I swore I saw Dean appear before me. 

"I, I," I tried to speak but my throat felt dry and like it was closing in on me. He stood straight up and placed his hands on his hips, his eyes still baring into mine. I wanted to be sick.  

He cleared his throat, "Look, I don't know why you took it, or what possessed you to do such an act. But, I have to press charges.  I can't let things like this slide.  I will do my best to keep this strictly between us, and out of the public eye to protect your privacy as well." 

I heard him speaking, I really did. But my brain couldn't constitute his actual words after he said press charges,  I let my tears fall and my head take over. I just kept agreeing to what he was saying, I was heading back to jail. I couldn't accept that, I worked too hard to stay out of it, that I had to do something. 

Two guards left, leaving just Jensen, me and Cliff in the room. Cliff moved away from the door to file reports, and Jensen turned his back from me to answer a call.  I knew he was pissed, I mean who in there right mind wouldn't be? I took a deep breath, said a silent prayer on hoped things would work my way. I scanned the room and took another look around, then bolted the room so fast that I left my belongings behind. 

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