#and rides the whole hour on his own as per usual

[oneminutefiftysixseconds]

thankyou British railway service spending (at the current moment) one hour on the platform and two further hours on an immobile train is exactly how i wanted to spend my thursday evening

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Could you do one where the whole band is in the studio and reader is so desperate that she rides axl in front of everyone. Preferably the original line up in the current era please I love you❤🌷

A/n: I may have gone a little crazy with this but that's ok because who doesn't love the whole pretty boy band <3

Warnings: Smut, gang bang, riding, fingering(f receiving), hand jobs, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Guns N’ Roses was finally back from tour and you couldn’t have been happier to get to be with Axl again. You called everyday while he was away, with the calls often ending in phone sex, but it wasn’t enough.

You knew from the get go with him that you wouldn’t be able to be with him as much as you might have liked to be, it was just part of being with someone in a band. Didn’t mean you didn’t miss him, in more ways than one.

You’d spent the first few days together, as per usual, but one morning you woke up to find him getting ready to leave.

“Hey, babe, where’re you going?” You asked as you walked into the bathroom where he was.

“Going to the studio today.” He answered through a mouthful of toothpaste. You glanced at his reflection in the mirror then back to him.

“Why? You guys just got back from tour.” He spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth.

“Yeah, where I had a lot of time to think of new songs.” He explained. He planted a kiss on your forehead before heading out of the bathroom and to the walk-in closet. “We’re going to a studio to work on the instrumentals of some of them for our next album.” You watched as he sorted through clothes.

“What about me?” You asked, looking up at him with a small pout.

“What about you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“You expect me to just sit here all day?”

“Don’t you do that a lot anyway?” You glared at him, arms crossed over your chest and he gave you a kiss instead of apologising. “It’s only a few hours and then I’ll be home again.” You scoffed. He started changing in front of you, you watched him shamelessly.

“I’m coming with you.” You stated and started picking out your own outfit.

“No you’re not.” He looked at you with a confused expression. “What would you even do?” You shrugged.

“Nothing.” You said as you found an outfit for yourself. “But I want to be with you, so I’m coming.” He stared at you for a moment before deciding that he’s not going to be able to change your mind.

“Fine, be ready in ten minutes or I’m leaving without you.

You finished getting ready, it took longer than ten minutes but you knew he wouldn’t leave without you, and of course he didn’t. He was still waiting in the kitchen on his phone, completely having lost sense of time.

Upon entering the studio you were met with familiar faces all around. Slash was looking down at his Les Paul, Izzy was watching him and strumming along a rhythm to it. Steven and Duff were talking about dogs. At least you assumed so since they were showing each other pictures of dogs.

They all greeted you and Axl when you came in. Axl guided you to the couch and sat next to you, throwing an arm around you and holding you close to his side.

They were all talking about one thing or another, the tour, home life, stuff like that before actually diving into what they came there for which was the next album.

You were bored out of your mind. No one cared when you went on your phone, you didn’t really have much reason to be there anyway other than them asking your opinion on some things, which lyric fit better, whether or not they should add more solos. You enjoyed helping when you could but you were so fucking bored you were losing your mind.

You started reading about Axl, finding smutty fics about him to pass the time. It did help, to a point. After a few minutes of reading all you wanted was to act it out.

You knew he had his phone in his pocket so you texted him, saying how needy you were. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and looked at it, glancing back at you before responding. He told you to go deal with it in the bathroom. You huffed and stayed seated on the couch.

As they kept talking you decided ‘fuck it’ and started pushing the joint in your thumb against your clit through your thin, summer shorts. It wasn’t much but it was some form of friction, friction you were craving.

You kept your eyes on your phone for the most part but when you heard Slash’s low chuckle you had to look up. His glasses covered his eyes so you couldn’t see exactly where he was looking but you could tell he was looking at you, watching you touch yourself. His hand covered his mouth but he was smiling, you could see it in his cheeks. That much was a motivator to keep going.

You spread your legs and reached your hand into your shorts, continuing to touch yourself but this time with a viewer. Slash kept watching, smiling, chuckling to himself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Slash?” Axl finally asked. His tone wasn’t angry, even though you couldn’t see his face you could hear the way the corners of his mouth were pulled into a smile.

The guitarist shook his head and gestured to you. You quickly closed your legs and hid what you had been doing so when Axl turned to look at you there was nothing to see. Sure enough he asked Slash what you’d been doing.

“Go deal with your girlfriend.” He mumbled, aiming his gaze to the ground. Axl turned around again and took a closer look at you. Your cheeks were flushed, sweat was starting to collect at your hairline and your breathing was heavy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He came over to you, getting your pants and panties off. You started squirming and reaching for your clothes, not expecting him to undress you in front of his band. “I told you to stay home but no you just had come along, now look at you.” He gestured to your now half-naked body. You still tried to cover yourself but he wouldn’t let you, holding your legs apart as his bandmates gathered around behind him to gawk at your glistening folds.

Axl slapped your thigh. “Get up.” You did as he asked, though still wanting to cover yourself. Axl got his half-hard dick out of his pants and sat down behind you before pulling you down on him, slipping into you with ease given how hot you made yourself prior.

He got your legs onto the couch so you were straddling him, backwards cowgirl style. He wanted you to do all the work, since this was what you wanted in the first place. He also wanted this position so that his friends could see everything, from your pretty little cunt to the faces you made when you came.

“Go on, give us a show.” Duff said, already palming himself through his jeans. Axl patted the space beside him for Duff to come sit. He did and pulled out his hard member for you to jerk. You let out a soft whine and reached for him, starting to bounce yourself on Axl’s cock while stroking Duff’s.

Steven came over as well, standing to the side of you so as to not abstract Slash and Izzy’s view of you. He dropped his own pants and waited expectantly for you to let him in on the fun. You glanced back to Axl. “Can’t keep him waiting.” He said with a grin. You looked back to Steven and started pumping his shaft as well.

You thought this was a lot but you knew it wasn’t the end of it either. Izzy and Slash were both standing farther back working themselves. It seemed that you watching them acted as confirmation and they came over.

They didn’t make you take them into your mouth like you thought they would, much to your delight. Instead, they started jerking themselves off in your face and all you could do was wait for them to cum on you.

Your body was getting tired, arms wanted to fall to your sides and your legs began to shake under you as you kept bouncing on Axl. Seeing this the ginger started fucking up into you, making it a little easier.

Of course he knew your body better than anyone and knew exactly which spots to hit to make your eyes roll back. You had five men around you, all with their dicks out for you. It made everything feel better, especially when Duff reached over to rub your clit.

He has long, talented fingers that quickened everything you were feeling. “Fuck! ‘M-’m gonna cum, gonna cum!” You whined, hands clenching and unclenching around Duff and Steven’s cocks which seemed to get Steven over the edge, white liquid spurting onto your lap.

You looked down at it with stars in your eyes. It was then that you realised how badly you wanted all of them to cum on you. You kept jerking Steven off, his voice getting higher now. You could feel Axl twitching inside of you so you looked back at him.

“Please cum inside, want it so bad, please.” You whined. Axl had always wanted kids so you learned early on in your relationship that he had a breeding kink and asking him to cum inside your tight cunt was a sure fire way to make him cum.

Sure enough he grabbed your hips and held you down on him while his cum filled you up. That feeling alone almost made you cum but what really did it was Slash toying with your nipple.

You hadn’t been looking at him so his warm hand was already a surprise but the way he fondled you made your eyes roll back into your head. Your body shook and the couch under you, along with Axl’s lap, was now drenched.

You heard Duff groaning beside you and looked over just in time to catch his dick leaking, thick liquid coating your hand. His hand didn’t stop working on your clit, rubbing it, pinching and flicking. Seeing what made you moan the loudest and sweetest.

Izzy turned your head and thick ropes spurted onto your face. You stared up at him, lips parted as his seed slipped into your mouth. You were in such a trance for a moment you almost missed the feeling of Slash cumming on your chest.

More than once you’d caught him staring at your chest, really anyone’s chest. You smiled up at him and moved up and down Axl a few more times so he could watch your tits bounce while he came.

You were all breathing heavy, panting on one another as you came down from your highs.

“Get up.” Axl said with a heavy breath, patting your thigh. You got up and then started questioning what he wanted, your mind still in a haze. Sweat and jizz mixed together on your body and dripped down.

“Why..?” You asked out of breath and legs shaking beneath you.

“You wanted to get fucked so bad,” the ginger started, “why not give everyone a turn?” You stared up at him with wide eyes as you felt Slash’s big, warm hands wrap around your waist.

[wing-ed-thing]

Chaotic Best Friend Headcanons with Hidan

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Canon-Typical Themes and Violence, Partying, Mutual Physical Violence, Name Calling (bitch/asshole/bastard)

𓆃 It quite literally doesn't matter how many brain cells you have on your own. It doesn't even matter if you have a completely different demeanor to Hidan.

𓆃 When you're together, you pass one (1) brain cell back and forth, and the base of your friendship is mutually doing stupid shit together.

𓆃 Hidan will suggest ditching an Akatsuki meeting while someone's mid-monologue, and all it takes for him to start heading toward the door is a nod and a shrug from you.

𓆃 You're constantly dip from places without warning. It's become common knowledge to keep an eye on you, but then again, if someone's keeping an eye on the both of you, it'll only encourage more of your antics.

𓆃 You're constantly hitting each other, or at least trying to. If Hidan says something stupid, it's within the nature of your friendship that you just slap him. Punch him if it's really stupid.

𓆃 He's not afraid to break out the weaponry if you're having a serious fued. All kinds of injuries are fair game.

𓆃 But no matter how heated your argument gets, they never last for long. You're making up pretending nothing happened almost an hour later, if that.

𓆃 If anything, you'll talk about the injuries you gave each other in a half-complaint and half with admiration.

𓆃 You're almost never separated, and the time you spend together is usually spent playing made-up games with obscure rules.

𓆃 One of these games, most commonly played on missions, includes the highest kill count per outing which includes bonus points based on where the kill shot landed.

𓆃 This game has been outright banned by the leadership, because oftentimes to even the score, you make kills that are outside of the target demographic.

𓆃 Not to mention how at least Hidan tends to call out his points loudly.

𓆃 He oftentimes needs his calculations corrected, and will turn combative when you imply that his numbers are lower than they actually are.

𓆃 It's likely that you'll end up engaging in combat with each other until you inevitably realize that your catch got away. Then, it's an even more insufferable game of chasing the same target.

𓆃 The survivor will meet their end while you're fighting over them.

𓆃 You'll also bicker constantly over information, whether it's right, and what the details are. Doing tasks together is almost impossible given how often Hidan misunderstands basic information.

𓆃 But for as much as you fight with each other, no one should dare fuck with either of you and expect to survive.

𓆃 Sure, Hidan can call you an asshole and a bitch, but if that random guy at the bar dares call you names, Hidan isn't wasting any time making a killing blow.

𓆃 "Hey! I'm the only bastard who can call that asshole a bitch!"

𓆃 Hidan's also down to roll with whatever idea you ever have. If you want to go burn a whole village down because your date stood you up, Hidan is picking himself off the couch and grabbing his cloak because, "What else is he going to do?"

𓆃 He's also 100% ride or die and willing to go along with the longest plans if it means fun. 3 day bender? Hidan's not doing anything else.

𓆃 Don't want to go to the club alone? Hidan already knows the bartender and can get you free drinks.

𓆃 Want to make your ex jealous and pretend you have a new boyfriend, Hidan is down for a photoshoot.

𓆃 He can be a little too ride or die. He's bound to get arrested at some point for picking fights, but it's undeniable that he makes plenty of exceptions for you and your word.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: The soundtrack for theses headcanons is "Aliyah's Interlude - IT GIRL" on repeat. I had to find this song to write these headcanons to and I set it on loop until I was done.

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰♡︎

pairing(s): Jess Mariano x gn!reader, Jess Mariano x Gilmore!reader

summary: One of the many things Jess didn’t expect in the ungodly hour of the night was for you to be waking him up out of his sleep about ‘the smell is snow’ when it wasn’t even supposed to even start flurrying for another four weeks.Right?

word count: 680+

warning(s): Jess being grumpy per usual, first snowfall, pet names, kisses and language

A/n:—GIFs; @buffysummers— Me waiting for winter break; 🤨🧐

“Come on wake up, wake up hon you’re missing it” You whisper shouted shaking Jess lightly as he grumbled tossing and turning not even thinking to fully peel his eyes open and look at whatever hell hour of night it was

“Is it sleep because In that case you’d be right” The brunette mumbled into the pillow his head rested on as you rolled your eyes still attempting to shake him awake

“Smell the air, come on smell it.” You threw the covers back from the both of your bodies wrapping you arms under his dragging the boy to his feet

“Smell the air, come on smell it.” You threw the covers back from the both of your bodies wrapping you arms under his dragging the boy to his feet

“It smells cold, No it’s freezing!” Jess objected as soon as he could register what you were doing which made him try and pull the dead weight trick he used to do on cops but it was no use you were to blinded by it to even notice what your boyfriend was trying to pull

“The floor is cold” Now he tried to bargain with you plead to go back to bed but you still didn’t budge as you dragged him slowly to the front door

“God your so obsessed with the cold” You teased mocking the deep growls and groans that came from Jess as you began to hand him thick jacket having not switched over to a big coat yet

“That’s because it’s cold!”

💌💌💌💌

“I’m turning numb. Are my feet still attached to my body or did they snap off coming down the stairs?” The brunette complained as you both walked out into the middle of the empty streets clutching his body in a warm hug as if he were trying to keep himself together from falling apart under the harsh cold airs and winds

“They’re still there.” You sarcastically replied even going as far as to look back as if you were giving him the reassurance they were in fact Still there

“Why are we out here?” Jess could practically hear himself start whining hell he could get on his knees and plead for you to go back into your home if he didn’t already know your answer wasn’t going to change

“Take a Deep breath, yeah I smell snow” You declared as if it was you final decision and there was no turning back and Jess couldn’t look at you anymore crazy than he already was

“What!?”

“It’s coming I always know i can smell it and I’m never wrong” You both stopped abruptly in a random spot as you looked to the sky just waiting for it to finally fall

“It wasn’t in a forecast” Any other time you would have laughed at the thought of Jess sitting and actually watching a news station to get a weather report

“It’s Just my favorite time of the year the whole world changes color. Flakes, flurries, swirls, crystals, whatever form it comes in I’ll take it we go back snow and me we have a beautiful history.”

“I saw two forecasts neither ever mentioned snow cold, but no snow.” The brunette stated filling in the temporary pause of silence in your ranting

“Sleigh rides, ice skating, snowball fights I’ll even take curling and God I hate curling” You smiled brighter than a kid on Christmas morning starting to get a little antsy in your own skin

“Cranston on channel six said it would be dry. Kimmi listing live at five same thing no snow, nothing” Your boyfriend tried reminding you but as if he were talking to a wall he got no avail

“Hot cocoa, toddies, it’s the best time of the year.” It was so damn close you couldn’t practically taste the salt of it on your tongue

“Jimmy Mountain in a cue chopper once said it would be at least four weeks befo—” Jess’s word we’re stuck in his throat as flurries and snowflakes began to fall from the sky around you both

“Cranston and Kimmi are dumb asses.” Jess sighed in defeat wrapping his arm around you and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face even if you wanted to

“Welcome friends.”

💌💌💌💌

Taglist; @maybankslover

If you ever wanted to me put you on or take you off of a taglist let me know!

[imauthicktic]

Hey, just found your blog can I get a uhhhh Crosshairs x plus-sized!reader who isn't very confident abt how they look? He's been teasing them lately and didn't know how much it affected them (yay for repressed emotions (sarcasm)) until he notices that they've stopped joking/teasing him back and have gone weirdly quiet, please?

Hello! So it didn't turn out exactly as I had hoped, but I took a nap and rewrote a whole new scenario that goes to your prompt! I hope you like angst with a cheesy fluffy ending!!

It's a tiny bit tweaked but its so itty bitty tiny bit tweaked.

Crosshairs x plus-size!gn!reader

Bee and Cade had just come back to the safe house after a supply run when they heard Crosshairs and Hound going at it. As per usual, you were sitting on Crosshairs’s shoulder holding on tight to the side of his head with all your might. Bee rolled his eyes, “Another fight. Wonder what it’s about this time?” he said switching through stations. Cade huffed out a chuckle then looked at how desperate and uncomfortable you looked. You were trying to tell Crosshairs to relax, “Shut it, kid. I can handle my own unlike you,” he side-eyed you. You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh, “I know how to handle myself better considering the maturity gap between us you ass. I just don’t like you arguing over something so stupid.” Cade sensed the sudden increase in tension and Bee was about to step in to grab you when Crosshairs grabbed you off his shoulder, “Oh, so now you’re siding with the fat ass? Guess the big ones have to stick together huh?” you were shocked at that and everyone froze when Crosshairs plopped you down on the ground. He wasn’t exactly gentle with it and you landed on your ass roughly. Crosshairs cringed at how you landed then Bee stepped up and pushed him back as he and Hound stood between you two. Cade went to help you up to make sure you were ok. You were on your feet and let out a small, “I’m fine,” before you quickly walked off to inside the crumbling building next to you. “You’re a real asshat you know that?” Hound said, crossing his arms. Crosshairs went quiet for once before he turned into the stingray and drove off. “I’ll go talk to them,” Cade said, going into the building to search for you.

Cade finally found you on the top floor sitting on a window sill looking outside the window. “Hey, you ok?” he asked as he leaned against the wall next to the window. “I’m fine. Nothing I haven’t heard before. Hell, I’ve heard worse. I’ll get over it,” you look at him with a small smile to try and ease his worry. You’ve been friends for years and he knew about your insecurities so he didn’t believe you when you said you were ok. “Yeah, but this isn’t the first time he’s said something. You’ve been giving him too much of a break with that and you need to stop letting him get away with it.” You looked at the ground and sighed, “You’re right. I just care for him a lot and I know he doesn’t know what you know. I don’t think he even noticed that we’ve been becoming more distant.” You couldn’t help the tears from falling, “Usually it's always said jokingly, but today it was definitely different.” Cade sighed as he walked closer and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “It’s not ok even if it’s jokingly said, (N/N). C’mon, I need your help with some of the stuff I got.” 

Eventually Crosshairs came back and you both just pretended like nothing happened. He tried to pull you aside to take you for a ride, but you said you were busy. He came back almost every hour you were with Cade, but you brushed him off every single time. At this point, Crosshairs is feeling a little defeated. You never say no to riding with him. At least, not until lately, but especially not when he asks more than twice. You often cave in on the second ask. The rides you have agreed to in the past few days have been more quiet than normal. It’s almost always filled with you guys flirting and you laughing until you can’t breathe at some dumb joke he said. This time when he would say a joke, you either let out a little laugh or a scoff. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong.

You didn’t want to talk about what happened and you didn’t want to hear what he was gonna say anyways. Cade was right, you needed to stick up for yourself. After a couple more hours of working on stuff with Cade, you got tired and decided to take a break. You were finally feeling better from earlier as you took a little walk to go over the events with Crosshairs lately. You’re having very conflicted feelings about him at the moment because one minute he’s sweet and flirty and the next he’s making snide comments about your appearance. They were half sweet, but also half mean. It’s making you go crazy just trying to figure out to be flattered or insulted. You let out a long sigh. 

There was an abandoned car nearby and you walked over to it and laid down on the hood to look up at the sky. You smiled a little, reminiscing about the drives you used to take with Crosshairs at night and how he would have you perched on one of his legs with one hand resting by your side and a couple fingers wrapped around you softly resting on your stomach and thighs. He used to tell you stories of his life on Cybertron, which you knew was hard for him to do considering it’s gone. You would tell him stories about your life on Earth which was hard because you felt lame at how different your life was from his. He always listened to every word just like you did when listening to him. 

You felt your vision blur and closed your eyes and took deep breaths. You sat up on the hood and cried into your hands. You’ve been holding in the disappointment and hurt from the day and you just couldn’t hold back anymore. You were so heartbroken because you really cared for Crosshairs and you’re thinking how all those little moments with him were just little moments. He can’t possibly reciprocate your feelings when he treated you the way he did today. 

You didn’t hear the car roll up next to you until you heard them transform and look at the ground as they moved to stand in front of you. You sniff and wipe away the tears on your face refusing to look up knowing exactly who it was. You heard Crosshairs sigh as he kneeled down and put his finger under your chin and moved your head to look up at him. He smacked his teeth when your eyes didn’t meet his gaze. “C’mon darlin’. You can’t avoid me forever,” he said softly. You moved your gaze up just to stop at his chin. “Please.” You hesitated to meet his gaze, but he spoke so softly you almost didn’t believe it came from him. You finally locked eyes with the man in front of you. He gave a small smile, “Ah, my favorite eyes in the whole universe.” You rolled your eyes slightly before smiling a little bit. “I’m sorry. For everything. I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t realize how… insensitive I was being to you. You’re the one person on this whole planet that I care for more than anythin’.” He paused to look your face over. “I… love… I love every single thing about you. Your looks, your presence, your brain, your heart, and every little hair on your head. I mean it when I say it. I’m in love with every part of you” You laughed a little at that getting teary-eyed, “Who knew you could be such a smooth talker,” you laughed at his smile dropping at your comment. It came right back though because he missed hearing your laugh. “I’ been told I’m actually quite charming.” You wheezed out another laugh at that. Crosshairs chuckled at that himself, just happy to see your face light up like that again. 

He looked back into your eyes and to the both of you, it seemed your eyes shined brighter. He gently brought his hand up again and rested it under your chin as he brought his head closer to yours. You feel the coolness of his forehead as it touches yours softly. You breathed in deeply as his hand dropped to rest on your side, his hand covering your hip and fingers wrapping around your back. You brought your hands up to the sides of his face, “I love you Cross. Every little bit of you.” Crosshairs hummed happily. “I hope ya know, yer my sparkmate fer the rest of time,” he said as he reluctantly pulled his face from yours, “yer not ever getting rid o’ me, love.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smiled and picked you up before sitting with his back against the car sitting you in his lap with your back against his chest and his hand wrapped around your middle as you both looked up at the stars losing yourselves in conversation.

[itlearns]

“There is no way I’m leaving you in the middle of nowhere at this hour to find your own way home”, Miles says.

You’re not really comfortable with cars, actually. You get anxiety and motion sickness.

“The car’s suspension is the best you can find and I’m a really steady driver”, Miles says. “I’m not very good with jolt myself, as you could have noticed”.

That’s not much of a calming statement, if you think about it.

“I had not a single accident in fifteen years drive record, you really have nothing to worry about”, Miles says.

You don’t know why you are refusing an invitation so persistently. Probably because you’re not really calm about the idea of spending two hours in a closed tiny space with Miles Edgeworth. That also might be because he sounds even more irritated and annoyed than usual. You know it’s just because of the case, yet it makes you nervous in some weird kind of way.

And yet you are in the middle of nowhere and you’re tired and it’s getting late and you have no desire to wait all night in the bus stop for the first vehicle to take you to the closest town at 7 am next morning.

So you get into the car.

You don’t really know how to drive, but watching Miles go through motions necessary is somewhat calming. His movements are automatic yet deliberate and controlled. He still looks angrier that usual, but there’s no pressure or sharpness in his hands. You absolutely can believe he didn’t get into a single incident in fifteen years.

“Is driving a car really such an unusual activity to observe?”, he asks without looking at you, as you finally making it to some civilly looking road.

“What?”

“You’re staring”.

“Oh”. You turn your head away just to look back at him immediately, since you have to answer something. “Well, it is a little weird. You look more equipped for horse riding then driving a sportscar somehow”.

He does his strange little sneer, not paired with an actual smile.

“Well, this engine’s capacity is 950 horsepower, so I think the contradiction can be avoided”

 “Now, that is a lot of horses”, you chuckle a bit nervously.

         This awkward exchange calms you down a little. The case is a mess, and everyone is stressed out. The whole day of investigation and no one was able to find victim’s head. Identifying of the body is not carried out fast enough and autopsy report is obviously not going to be ready any time soon.

         Despite Gumshoe running around saying he’s going to take all the dirty work on himself, Miles looks way messier that he usually allows himself to be. His hand laying on the wheel in an effortless manner, but he’s still frowning, and his lips are pursed. And you just don’t want Miles to be stressed or troubled. You want Miles to… You are staring again, aren’t you?

Trying to find somewhere less rude to look at you look at the dashboard and watch the speedometer needle pass 110 kilometers. This with the image of Miles barely even holding the wheel makes you think that maybe it’s time to confess your sins and pray for forgiveness to whoever is may be out there.

“Are… you okay, Edgeworth?”

“I am, thank you very much”. Sometimes you really can’t say if he’s being passive-aggressive or if it’s just his impeccable god damned manners.

“That’s kinda a little too fast, is it not?”

“That’s fine. This is a national expressway, the speed limit here is 120 kilometers per hour”

“You’re being fined for speeding is not exactly what’ I’m worried about”.

He doesn’t react to that at all, eyes still fixed on the road.

“Does it… help? With the anger?”, you ask carefully.

He takes a brief pause to consider it.

“No”.

The speedometer needle goes up to 118.

“Not a single accident in fifteen years”, you remind yourself.

[lerknow]

A Long Game of Revenge~

A Long Game of Revenge Lee! Beomgyu Ler! Taehyun

"Payback For a Scare " Week 2 of Crow's TickleTober

Synopsis: After a week of constant anticipation, Taehyun finally gets back at Beomgyu for pranking him in the dark.

Warnings: This is Tickle Fiction,

©LerKnow Don’t repost, copy or re-write in any way

Masterlist || Part 1 <-

It's been a whole week since Beomgyu pranked Taehyun, followed by Taehyun threatening him with revenge. Beomgyu knew what was coming, clear as day, but what wasn't clear was exactly when. 

Through the entire week, Taehyun had become more insufferable than usual, asking for help reaching things from the higher shelves despite only being a few centimetres shorter, offering to ride next to him on every car ride, and even just hovering a tad bit too close at times. 

To anyone else, Taehyun was just being clingy. To Beomgyu, though, he knew it was all a ruse. 

"Beomgyu, can you pass me that cup?" Taehyun asks, not even making eye contact from across the room. He was making himself a tea before they all left for their schedules. 

Grumbling to himself, Beomgyu went to get the cup for him. It was the fourth time he had to get this exact one for Taehyun this week. Why couldn't he just put it lower on the shelf if he used it that much? 

Beomgyu reached up to grab the mug, a little more exposed than he would like to be in the room with Taehyun. 

Out of nowhere, Taehyun was beside him, trying to grab the cup from him. Beomgyu flinches, Taehyun's hand too close to his sides to keep still. 

Taehyun chuckles at Beomgyu's reactions. He did it on purpose, didn't he? 

"Thank's Gyu." 

=^-^= 

On the ride back home from their particularly tiring schedule, Taehyun offers to sit next to Beomgyu again, per usual. 

The two settle down in the back of the van as the other members pile into their respective seats. Pulling out their phones and earbuds to pass the time. 

Beomgyu peaked over at Taehyun, feeling an irrational shiver down his spine. Taehyun was on his phone like the others, with headphones placed only on one ear. 

Beomgyu sighed. There was no way Taehyun would do anything now. They were all too tired from filming back-to-back.

Beomgyu let his head fall back onto the car seat, putting his own earbuds in. Closing his eyes, Beomgyu relaxed in his seat, almost falling asleep. 

Suddenly, Beomgyu felt a ticklish shock zap through his knee. 

"Ackh-" Beomgyu's eyes shot open, reflex shooting his hands to Taehyun's wrists to push him away. 

Whipping his head around to face the man beside him, Taehyun was still on his phone, but now with a wicked smirk. Oh, he definitely knew what he was doing. 

"Taehyun," Beomgyu whispered, panic laced in his tone. 

Taehyun ignored him. Of course, Taehyun ignored him. 

"Taehyun, don't-" 

Before Beomgyu could finish his thought, Taehyun squeezed again, slightly higher above Beomgyu's knees, a significantly more sensitive spot than before. 

Beomgyu would have screamed if he hadn't seen that one coming, quickly covering his mouth to keep his sounds in. 

"Taehyun, they're sleeping," Beomgyu Wisper yelled over his hand to his seat partner. He knew waking the members up at this hour was a death sentence in itself. 

"You're right. Better keep the giggles down then," Taehyun smiles at Beomgyu, mischief clear behind his eyes. "Wouldn't want to wake them up, right, Beomgyu?" 

Oh... that's what he was doing. Now waiting for all this time for him to strike his revenge made a lot more sense. 

The clear realization on Beomgyu's face made Taehyun chuckle. Even with his mouth covered, Beomgyu couldn't help but giggle a bit in anticipation. His knees being one of his worst spots definitely didn't help, especially when he could constantly feel the pressure resting against his leg. 

Taehyun squeezed again and again, and third times the charm. Each time was rewarded with a harsh flinch and a quiet, choked laugh. 

Beomgyu's eyes were closed tight, biting down on his fist to keep himself from kicking the back of Yeonjun's seat in front of him. 

"You doing good, Gyu?" Taehyun teased, snaking his now phone-free hand to poke at Beomgyu's side. 

Beomgyu shot his hand from Taehyun's right hand to his left, now trying to pry his hands from poking him. 

With the new, unbearable sensation, Beomgyu could feel the struggle to keep himself still.

Seeing the opportunity, Taehyun squeezed Beomgyu's leg again, along with his side. Doing so was easier now that he wasn't being pushed away. 

A brief but surprisingly loud squeak was ripped from Beomgyu's throat. Eyes wide open in fear of the noise he just made, as if it were a monster with three heads,

"Taehyuntaehyuntaehyun please-" 

Now Taehyun was the one trying not to laugh at how ridiculous Beomgyu looked and sounded. He was leaning back against the door, clearly trying to get as far away as possible from Taehyun's hands. His hand was flat against his mouth, as if another sound would escape. 

Beomgyu looked around at the other members, afraid they heard his shreak. Everything seemed to be okay until he saw Soobin move. 

It was just Soobin turning over, still asleep in his seat. He was wearing headphones, which Beomgyu seemed to forget them all having. 

Taehyun watched Beomgyu's body language, continuing to poke and wiggle his fingers at Beomgyu's side, now using his other hand in the same spot. 

Beomgyu couldn't help the strangled noises from behind his hand. Trying to get Taehyun away from him in the tight company car was not easy. 

Beomgyu was losing the war on being completely silent. He sounded like a soundboard, making every possible noise available to his vocal cords. 

"Taehyun, stop thahat," Beomgyu giggles, now using both of his hands to rip Taehyun's away from his sensitive sides. 

"Stop? So soon?" Taehyun mocked. "Why don't you apologize for messing with me during a power outage then?"

Right, that's what this was all about. Beomgyu forgot about halfway into their one-sided fight that he technically started it, even if it was a whole week ago. 

"But it was funny. I'm not sorry." Beomgyu tried to sound confident, but his voice was still muffled by quiet laughter hidden by his teeth.

Taehyun rolled his eyes at Beomgyu's predictable response. Giving his knee one more squeeze as some type of punishment. 

"Fine, I'm sorr- eekh" 

"You sure? You didn't seem too sorry, Gyu." 

"Plehehease, I'm sorry!" Beomgyu swats at his hands, as if it did any damage. "I'm so incredibly, deeply sorehehey!"

Taehyun finally stopped after that. Seeing that Yeonjun was moving and about to wake up. He patted Beomgyu's back, declaring the war over for now. 

"Hey everyone, we're here." The duo in the back hears Yeonjun, now awake, announce to the car. 

The members now just waking up to the feeling of the road changing near their dorm. 

"Did any of you guys hear that weird noise the car made a bit ago?" Soobin yawns, sitting back up in his seat. 

Beomgyu and Taehyun knew what he was referencing. Knowingly looking at each other before joining the conversation.

Masterlist 🎃

[omegaremix]

Full Moon Music.

We’ve always featured darkness since our very first broadcast on Omega WUSB. By our fourth show, we came close in completing our first full-fledged darkness set in a more dis-organized era when we were still trying to figure ourselves out. Back then, ‘darkness’ meant any amount of well-known industrial, metal, and electronic acts with an evil, deviant, or negative tinge to it. Think Throbbing Gristle, Clock DVA, Whitehouse, Godflesh, NON, and etcetera. We finally achieved full force during a bonus summer broadcast (#21) and since then things evolved in how we did those shows. We’ve made a point in doing at least one but no more than two of these dark broadcasts per year, usually in the winter as it’s the best weather, and that’s not including the Halloween broadcasts we’ve done. That’s a whole other class in itself.

It wasn’t until November 2017 when I attended Hospital Productions’ 20th anniversary, a night I’ll never forget. It was the culmination of nine months of benefits and stay-at-home recovery from three life-saving shoulder surgeries. It felt so good being in my element in Brooklyn (Greenpoint) with all the industrialists, goth girls, and noise aficionados dressed in black. Ten hours of paying personal tributes to Dominick Fernow and his label made me realize there was more to look forward to. It’s something never experienced on Long Island, and don’t even get me started with what that “culture” consists of.

That event left a lasting impression on me. If the label had its’ magic on me with Cocaine Death, then I was totally mystified with its’ own showcase. Even everything surrounding it - the train rides, playlists, playbacks, the weather - felt significant to me. And then some. The following month, Omega WUSB opened up the winter broadcasting season / year with more Hospital Productions and Sacred Bones music to air. Both of those labels had their 20th and 10th label anniversaries respectively and we loved what they’ve released. Philip Best’s Alien Existence and a shipment of RRRecords’ cassettes and vinyl arrived at the residence; both which made me feel proud of myself. By Year Six, Omega WUSB was more focused in playing darkwave, synthwave, soundscapes, and even witch house. As the colder months progressed, I discovered a Brooklyn goth girl who followed me and liked my posts on the regular. She was that rare person I really identified with and gave me a serious run for my money like no other.

Through all the euphoric ups, heartbreaking downs, and greyscale steadies, the show must go on. The events of Hospital Productions and identification still surround me. They are a reminder of who I am, where I’m from, what I look forward to, and who I associate with. The darkness broadcasts still go strong and we look forward in doing them like you wouldn’t believe. By now, Omega WUSB has been more organized. Of all the different genres we play, we make it a point to do these dedicated darkness sets when the weather’s suitable and as long as the music’s current. Aside from that, we still run dedicated bonus (and even our one-and-only deluxe Leap Day) noise shows and we aim to make all of our other goth rock, black metal, classic industrial, minimal, and other midnight finds when and where applicable. All of our listeners know that organizing at least 15 different genres and making them all fit is a challenge.

This past winter, we aired one broadcast of dark electronics from Avon Terror Corps and the L.I.E.S. label, doom metal, no-tech, and some textural noise. Somehow we fell into the rabbit hole of darkwave, synthwave, minimal, and EBM and we’ve had enough for a great three-hour idea. With WUSB’s ethos of independent radio and our ethos of everything new, current, and relevant, we had a case to go off-the-board.

Here’s what I / we’ve been feeling and experiencing for the past four winters. This soundtrack supplements the pristine spectre of full moons and constellations in the clear frigid black skies, plus all the positive events that still stays with me make for a distinct spell I can call my own. No Wax Trax, no Bauhaus, The Cure, The Cramps, Siouxsie Sioux, or Depeche Mode. No doubt they’re all legends, but not every tracklist or mix has to be that way. Everything found here is current and on a different level. If at any time I need to get myself up, I’ll reach back to this and know I’ll come back to something I can call what’s mine.

Drift.: “Social Front”

Body Of Light: “Let Me Go”

Beta Evers: “Move In My Body Rhythm”

Makina Girgir: “Livides Clartes”

Kontravoid: “10,000 Voices”

La Scaltra: “Rhythm Of Our Dead Hearts”

Vore Aurora: “In Out And Thru”

Void Vision: “Body Says”

Aurat: "Shaitan” 

Violet Tremors: “It’s So Good”

Popsimonova: “No Contact”

U.Z.O. / Uho Za Oko: “Medsvetovje”

Colouroid: “Eye Shadow”

Boy Harsher: “Tears”

Crazy P: “The Witness”

Molchat Doma: “Sudno (Boris Ryzhy)”

Hante.: “One More Dance”

Jennifer Touch: “Chemistry”

Minuit Machine: “Don’t Run From The Fire”

Figure Study: “Interaction”

Drift: “Calculations”

Las Eras: “La Esclava”

Gold Zebra: “Invisible Disorder”

Brusque Twins: “What Else Is There To Say?”

Schonwald: “Rays”

Dolina: “Sorrow”

Technoir: “Dying Star (Mesh)”

Sally Dige: “Forget Me”

Drab Majesty: “Cold Souls”

Opale: “Sparkles And Wine”

Boy Harsher: “R.O.V. (New Beat)”

Minimal Kommando / Andreas Ohler: “Minimal Waver”

Linea Aspira: “Hinterland”

Rue Oberkampf: “Tokyo”

Marie Davidson: “Balade Aux USA”

Xeno & Oaklander “Sentinelle”

Aurat: “Pari”

Flesh Of Morning: “Death Becomes Bitter”

White Hex: “Paradise”

Kindest Cuts: “Cold Eyes”

Phosphor: “Another Time”

Girl Pusher: “Where The Fuck Is My Ambulance?”

Debby Friday: “Treason” (f. Lana Del Rabies)

Lana Del Rabies: ”Darcy” (Lav Andula RMX)

NGHTCRWLR: “Firestarter”

Zonal: “System Error” (f. Moor Mother) Wrecked

JK Flesh: “In Your Pit”

Ciarra Black: Stasis

Filmmaker: “The Love Market”

Provoker: “Theme”

Parole E Azioni: “Karaoke Night track #1″

Aurat: “Ilzam”

Essaie Pas: “Danse Sociale”

Drift: “Say It Right”

Deep Red:“Pray For Death”

Ciarra Black: “Dupont Street”

Cabaret Nocturne: “Moon Invaders”

Boy Harsher: “Tears” (Silent Servant RMX)

Kanga: “Going Red”

Promiseland: “Take Down The House”

Lead Into Gold: “Hard Won Decay”

Rosa Damask: Heroes

Zanias: “Follow The Body”

Azar Swan: “Jungle Law”

Canal Street Electronics: “By The River”

Salford Electronics: “Deconstruction”

JK Flesh: “Trinity”

Ron Morelli: “Disappearer”

KVB, The: “In Deep”

White Ring: “Shaken To Sleep”

Pink Turns Blue: “I Coldly Stare Out”

Cabaret Nocturne: “Blind Trust”

Figure Study: “Wait”

Boy Harsher: “L.A.”

Soma Sema: “Artificial Heart”

Natural Assembly: “She Walks In Beauty”

Void Vision: “The Source”

KVB, The: “Afterglow”

John Carpenter: “Vortex” (Uniform RMX)

Emptyset: “Dissolve”

Consumer Electronics: “Co-Opted”

Alan Vega: “Prophecy”

Ninos Du Brasil: “Em Que O Rio Do Mar Se Torna”

Vatican Shadow: “Weapons Inspection”

Molly Nilsson: “A Slice Of Lemon”

Lebanon Hanover: “Babes Of The 80′s” (Tobias Bernstrup RMX)

Urochromes: “Night Bully” (Boy Harsher RMX)

Body Of Light: “Holding You”

Broken English Club: “Channel 83″

White Ring: “Leprosy”

Flesh & Peaki: “Veiled”

Ghxst: “Ride”

Strahinja Arbutina: “You Don’t Need This In Your Life”

Mirrors For Psychic Warfare: “Tomb Puncher”

Ron Morelli: “Golden Oldies”

Azar Swan: “Silent Like A Father”

Boy Harsher: “Face The Fire”

Clay Rendering: “The Pest”

Ron Morelli: “Radar Version”

Vatican Shadow: “Take Vows”

Silent Servant: “The Silent Attractor”

Ninos Du Brasil: “Vagalumes Pirilampos”

Lust For Youth: “Display”

Gary War: “Don’t Go Out Tonight”

Appetite: “Bordeaux Gallow”

Believer/Law: “Foxhole Prayers”

Ciarra Black: “Series Of…”

Silent Servant: “Dissociation”

Vatican Shadow: “Interrogation Mosaic”

Boy Harsher: “Pain”

Contrepoison: “Heartbeat”

Led Er Est: “Scissors”

Molly Nilsson: “I Hope You Die”

KVB, The: “Always Then”

Princess Century: “Crummy Bones”

Natural Assembly “Life Blossoms”

Adult.: “Dance Avoid”

Grun Wasser: “The Deep”

Believer/Law: “Ashes”

Military Position: “Babes Ov Babylon”

Drvg Cvltvre: “Waging A War Against God”

Actress: “Dancing In The Smoke”

Peaches: “Convincing People”

Grimes: “Genesis” (Blvck Ceiling RMX)

Algiers: “Death March” (Prurient RMX)

Rrose: “Surgeon General (Her Insides Laid Bare)”

[bts-story]

LOVE IS CHAOS

masterlist / previous chapters

Chapter two - Seven of diamonds

"Do you think there are other people who could participate in this game?" 

"I don't know," Niragi replied in a jaded tone, "but we can go look." 

The building across the street was an office tower of an old telephone company, you could recognize their logo plastered against the first floor bay windows. Looking around, there was no one around, no one for hours, but an uncertain look crossed your four eyes as you finally made your way inside the building. 

The vast entrance was empty except for two tables in the center of the room. One of them, the one on the left, had exactly two cell phones carefully placed on it. While on the right table, there were some kind of mechanical necklaces that looked nothing like the ones Niragi usually liked to see around your neck. Also, another sign in the middle of these two tables said 'One per person.

"What the hell is this shit again?" Niragi swore, and today it seemed he had decided to swear three times more than usual. Even though you had to admit that you were thinking the exact same thing as him at that very moment. 

Taking a phone in your hand, it instantly turned on. 

Facial recognition in progress. [Y/N] [Y/L/N].  Welcome.

Niragi walked over and took another phone in his hands. 

Facial recognition in progress.  Niragi Suguru.  Welcome. 

It was only at that moment that you thought of looking at your own phone. Forgotten in the back of your pocket, the screen cracked from a previous fall, it wouldn't turn on. Which was strange because you hadn't used it all afternoon, and you were sure it was almost fully charged when you decided to go out for a cold drink with Niragi in the early afternoon. 

"I'm out of battery," you said the obvious and Niragi shrugged, as he noticed another sign, a few meters away: The game will take place on the roof of the building, with an arrow pointing to the elevators. It was strange, now that you noticed it, this building seemed to be the only place with electricity in the whole city. 

Taking the necklaces in your hands, you silently asked permission to put the necklace around your neck. With a shrug, Niragi took his and the mechanism closed silently around his throat. It was an odd sensation to see him with a collar like that and you decided that it was not a sight you really liked. It looked grotesque and out of place whereas the leather one you had at home would have made it absolutely irresistible to you.

With great caution, and after a few minutes of debate, you headed to the roof of the building, collars around your necks and silent in the elevator. Before you reached the very top though, and as the little floor numbers lit up with each level change, Niragi frowned and muttered something that sounded like "I have a bad feeling about this, babygirl." He didn't sound nervous or worried, but you could only silently agree as the pit of your stomach seemed to curl up on itself. 

"Fuck that, as long as we're together, right?" 

Niragi smirked, and you hoped it was enough to ease his fears if only yours could calm down too. "Ride or die 'till the end of the line, baby, you know it. But... until we figure out this shit, just act like we don't know each other, 'kay? They can't use that against us if they don't know shit about us." 

His voice was deep and authoritative, but totally different from when he wanted to play with your body and make you his sex slave. He didn't sound worried or curious, but suspicious and intrigued by the situation. Niragi didn't trust anyone, and the way things had gone so far made him believe that whatever was going to happen, it didn't bode well. 

You wondered who they were, but before you could ask the question that was suddenly on your mind, the elevator doors opened with a loud ding. It didn't take much to hold back that gasp of surprise when six other people were already waiting on the rooftop terrace, chilled by a windy breeze that blew across the buildings. 

The rooftop was large and spacious, there was a pool that took up a good portion of the terrace and the few ice crystals you could see in it suggested that it was frozen. It was strange because it was the middle of August. Lanterns illuminated the place with blue, red, green and yellow lights, which made the atmosphere almost festive. 

When you came, the foreign faces turned to you, staring up and down at your two figures. 

Registration closed.  The game will now begin. 

The other people exchanged glances, there were exactly three girls and three boys who completed an equal total in gender division out of eight players, including Niragi and yourself. 

Two girls were clinging to each other with frightened looks and shaking hands. A man in his forties with an unattractive physique and a suit that was too big on his shoulders avoided meeting anyone's eyes while a young woman at his side waddled around with a false air of boredom that only betrayed how scared she looked.

No one spoke, it was as if the first to speak would be executed in a second. 

Game: Truth or dare.  Difficulty: Seven of diamonds. 

If the atmosphere was tense before, it was nothing compared to what was happening now.

You weren't often afraid when Niragi was by your side. He had this menacing aura and his insults always at the edge of his lips, ready to punch the first one who dared to stand in your way. He was killing spiders, cockroaches, and any other critter that came his way. He always had that superior, arrogant look on his face that annoyed and diminished anyone who tried to talk to him a little too long. 

And over time, you had learned to stand up for yourself just as much. Snarky comments and well-placed middle fingers made you perhaps a little more bitter every day. Nothing justified these actions except the eternal boredom of human stupidity that had a way of raising your hair. 

But then, with all those frightened looks around you, it didn't help the questions that were always running around in your head. What could they possibly be afraid of? Or of whom? 

We will now be explaining the rules.  Each player is going to be asked to choose between a truth or a dare.  Each player has the obligation to complete one dare and answer one truth.  It is Game Clear if the player gets through the rounds without its collar firing.  It is Game Over if the player fails a round.  You must be as precise as you can be to increase your chances of a win.  You can not help another player.  Good luck. 

Collar firing? For real? You couldn't imagine such a thing happening, or else the collar would light up or go off to justify an elimination. Either way, you could only think of one thing: who was crazy enough to kidnap you and make you play games? 

Time limit: 1 minute per round.  Game start.  Round 1. 

"Natsuki Toki, truth or dare?" A feminine and somewhat robotic voice belched from nearby and you could see neither speakers nor television. 

The man in question seemed surprised at her name and stammering, he finally said, "Uh... I choose... I choose truth." 

The voice continued, "You have chosen truth. Please answer the following truth: who was Napoleon Bonaparte?" 

A sudden silence fell over the place and the man, incredulous, looked for answers in the eyes of the other players. Niragi, on the other hand, was watching attentively, listening patiently in order to understand as best he could what was going on. On your side, a few meters away from him so as not to let on that you were together, you were staring at each player, trying to find a meaning to all this gibberish. 

"But... but... this isn't a Truth or Dare question. You have to ask me a question about me. That's it, right?" The man asked for validation from the other players with his insistent look, but they all ignored him and none made the effort to help him. 

"45 seconds remaining."

"This is anti-gaming!" The man was clearly panicking, and the insistent look he kept giving to whoever he saw in front of him testified to the state of distress he was in. It wasn't part of the game to help him, and even if you could have, you wouldn't have. You needed to know more about the game, and what would happen if a player lost. 

Niragi had the same idea as you. He stood there with his back against the wall, away from the light and his eyes directly on the panicking man. 

"30 seconds remaining." 

"Okay... uh... Napoleon Bonaparte... so, he was a man of war, I think... uh... a Frenchman! And an emperor, right?" It wasn't a bad answer, but the voice had made it clear that as much detail as possible was needed to have any hope of winning the round. The man was still a long way from that. 

"15 seconds remaining." 

"Damn... uh... He lived between the 18th and 19th century and he... He revolutionized France because he created the Bank of France. Yes! That's right! He created the Legion of Honor too!" The man seemed to be searching the depths of his memory, as if his life depended on this very question. He stammered and stumbled over his words, but the glimmer of hope on his face was just as fascinating as the answer he had just given. You wouldn't have been able to answer that question, you had to face the truth. 

Then the female voice continued, "The time is up. The answer is," the man had drops beading on his forehead, and his heavy breath could be heard from a distance. And all of the players, including you, were eagerly awaiting the final result. "Successful." 

A wave of relief swept over the man, who let a nervous laugh come from the back of his throat. If these were indeed general knowledge questions to be answered, you knew you wouldn't have a better chance than anyone else. You were smart in an academic way, but anything related to history or math would be your downfall. 

"Mei Minari, truth or dare?" The voice began again, and the woman called startled at the sound of her name. She stepped forward to the middle of the roof, her jaw tense and her hands clenched into tight fists. 

"Dare." She threw out strongly with all the confidence she had in her. 

"You have chosen dare. Please execute the following dare: break your own hand." 

The young woman's eyes widened and she wobbled slowly on her high stilettos before looking around. Perhaps she was asking for help, or maybe, because of that determined look in the back of her irises, she was actually looking for a way to really break her hand. 

She walked over to a man, tall and strong in posture, and in a threatening tone, she called out, "You, there. Break my wrist." 

The man, who did not look at all convenient, and with eyes filled with boredom, replied after a few seconds, "Players can't help each other, remember?" 

With an expletive on the tip of her lips, the young woman then turned to scan the room as the voice dictated, "30 seconds remaining." 

She rushed to the door on the roof that seemed to lead to the stairs and jamming her hand in the gap, she took a heavy breath before slamming the door against her wrist. Immediately, a cry of pain escaped her as the other players didn't even dare look at her.

In all this, you didn't understand this devotion and in his place, you would have preferred to lose rather than break your hand like this. Or maybe there was a real danger behind all this drama, and the way Niragi's body was stretched on the other side of the terrace was more evidence of that. He didn't say a word, but unconsciously he had taken a step forward as if he was about to protect you from any threat that might approach you. 

The woman kept tapping, slamming, forcing the door against his wrist until 5 seconds remained on his allotted time. "The time is up. The mission is," the voice paused, as if to build suspense, "successful." 

With her hand bloodied and her wrist broken into a thousand pieces, the woman giggled loudly before collapsing against the floor. She had the nerve, that was a fact. Survival instinct probably. 

"Satokimi Tanaka, truth or dare?" 

This time, it was a middle schooler who stepped into the middle of the room. Hesitantly, he answered, "Dare." 

"You have chosen dare. Please execute the following dare: mortally wound the player of your choice." 

As some people began to stammer, others gaped, and at that very moment, a bright square lit up in the back wall, right next to the college student. Inside, illuminated by lights, a gun. The young man was quick to grab it with his trembling hands before someone else did it for him. From then on, he pointed his gun at the crowd in front of him. 

"What the hell are you doing?" The big-bodied man spat, his eyes frowning and looking incredulous. 

At the sound of his voice, the college kid pointed his gun at him. "I... I don't want to kill anyone!" He cried loudly as his voice shook like a dead leaf. 

"Then put the gun down, damn it!" Someone else threw, and it was then that you realized the magnitude of the situation. 

There was no way of knowing what you had ended up there for, but whatever it was, it was a matter of survival. Today was the day you were going to play the death game, and it was a pretty strange feeling if you took into consideration that your survival would not depend on you alone. 

"30 seconds remaining." 

"Shoot her," someone else pointed at the young woman with the bloody hand, still slumped against the wall and her hand hidden in her suit jacket in order to stop the hemorrhage. "She won't survive anyway." 

It was unlikely to die from a broken hand, but it was entirely possible to die from blood loss. If this woman didn't get care soon, she would lose her life, indeed. And you could go and help her, you didn't lack the desire to do so, but Niragi's imposing stature prevented you from doing anything. And you weren't stupid enough either to jump into the lion's den so quickly. You had to preserve yourself, preserve you. And if you were in danger, Niragi was too.

 "I'm fine, thanks for asking," the woman replied in a deep voice, as if it took a lot of effort for her to make even a single sound. "Why me, huh? You do it." 

"20 seconds remaining." 

"We're all healthy, why should it be any of us?" Another voice was heard. 

"Yeah, shoot her over there, she won't even be able to play the rest of the game in this condition!" Yet another voice. 

It was beginning to become a deafening din. The voices were intermingling, arguing and finding as many reasons as possible to defend themselves. But you didn't say anything, you just stood there, watching the whole show. Niragi's lips were pursed, he was frozen on the spot, as if a single movement of his would be enough to draw the attention of the shooter to one of you. 

"10 seconds remaining." 

"Come on, shoot someone, kid, or you'll die..." It was surprising to hear Niragi's voice suddenly, and the sound of his voice dominated all others. The young man turned his gun towards him and instantly your body froze, too afraid to move. 

"What if I shoot you, uh?" 

"Don't even think about it." Niragi was getting more and more threatening and you had no idea what he was playing at. You knew he would never put your life in danger if he could avoid it so drawing attention to himself like that was an extremely dangerous game. "I think the majority chose. Shoot her." 

With a jerk of his head to his right, he pointed at the woman with the broken handle. The college student turned back to her, and as the mechanical voice gave a final countdown, he whispered, "I'm sorry, ma'am, it's either you or me," before emptying his magazine at the young woman. 

The deafening sound of gunfire pierced the entire room, and the woman's body lay crumpled to the floor in a pool of blood. "The time is up. The mission is," a pause, "successful." Tears streamed down the college boy's cheeks, his hands shaking as he remained frozen in the firing position. He couldn't move, shocked by his own actions, as the voice continued, "[Y/N] [Y/L/N], truth or dare?" 

Damn it. It was your turn. 

Niragi turned around at the announcement of your name, and it was as if he understood the importance of the situation too. You didn't even have time to react to the shock of what had just happened in front of your eyes that you were already forced to follow the next part of the scenario. "Uh..." you hesitated. 

The choice was a difficult one. You wondered if each action or truth was recorded in sequence, or if each action and truth was written specifically for each player. The first option might save you from a bastard chance, while in the second scenario, it would be nearly impossible for you to survive what this whole game was. 

"Truth."

/////////

A quick note, I wrote the story with a name for the oc because I feel very weird writing 'Y/N' and it does help with nicknames and stuff. When it comes, you can just ignore it (there's not a lot lot, I promise)

[rhodesportfolio]

KYLE for Man About Town.

Photographed by Blake Rhode. Shot in Milan, Italy.

Formula 1 driver Kyle Vitalio talks about his beginnings, his myths - including Ayrton Senna and how he prepares for his races. And his new perspective on life after being a father and husband.

Have you wanted to be an racing driver your whole life, or was that a sudden desire?

I’ve always wanted to be a racing driver, especially because I’ve always looked up to Senna. I’ve watched everything related to him when I was a child, at this point I honestly think we have a soul tie. We have a lot of similarities. [Laughs]

Were you a dramatic child?

Yeah, still am. I still am a dramatic child, for sure.

Who was your first cinematic crush growing up?

Emma Watson as Hermione Granger. I loved all Harry Potter movies.

I’m about to ask you a series of questions about your first time doing some things… okay. First thing you do when waking up?

I try to wake my wife up messing around with her hair. I don’t know why, but it’s like routine, even though she hates me for it.

First thing you wanted to be as a child?

Basketball player. I’ve always been a huge NBA fan, been present to a few games through the seasons, and being the tallest in the family gave me some confidence about it. I still play around in the house, we have a basketball field in our backyard and I’m always throwing some balls around with my boy.

Name three of your favorite things.

Racing, spending time with my wife and our children, and having Morana reading books out loud for me. I love listening to her voice.

Where was you favorite place to live throughout your life?

Italy, for sure. It’s my birthplace and I finally have a real home to call my own. It also makes me really closer to my siblings, Andreas, Blake, Mason, Nalim, Lily.. reminds me of family, which is good to me.

When you're not running, what do you do?

I’m usually caught up reading some book, or playing around with Jordan and Atlanta. Me and my wife are both travelers, so that’s also what I’m usually doing.

Your favorite moment before a race?

The adrenaline. The feeling you get before entering the car is the best part for me, it’s insane to ride a vehicle that goes up to 190 miles per hour. It certainly makes you feel some type of way.

Moving to more personal questions. What’s the best thing about being a father so far?

Teaching them the smallest things, carry them around, notice the similarities between them and their mother… There’s a lot of them, and I could name every single one. I love being a dad.

Have you always wanted to be a father or did this just fall onto your lap?

It’s always been a dream of mine to have kids. I used to tell my family and friends about it, and how much I wanted it. I’m the luckiest man alive to have a wife who managed to make my biggest dream to become reality, she’s the best mom my children could’ve ever had.

Talking about Morana, how’s the married life going?

Honestly, it was not the biggest change ever. At the end of the day, we just signed a paper, because we’ve been living like a married couple since the beginning, if I’m being honest. What makes the married life better it’s finally being able to call Morana my wife, things have been great for us.

If you didn’t do F1, what would you probably be doing as a job?

I’d probably be a mechanic engineer. I really enjoy dealing with cars, and as a racer, I’ve learned quite a lot about them. I also like doing math, so…

People’s first impressions on you are usually that you’re a very closed off person. Is this a fact? What do you think about it?

It is, in fact, reality. I’ve kept my inner circle pretty much the same for years, I struggle with creating deeper connections with people I don’t know, but depending on circumstances, I might get along really well with anyone.

[gldenhrs]

for all muses, when was the last time you cried?

ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ ʙɪꜱʜᴏᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ …. 

      ❝  i cry all the time , it's really good . i love crying . i'm surprised i haven't cried yet today but it's only 10am so .... anyway , i cried because the dress i was supposed to wear at this one event got ruined on the plane ride over & it was a really good dress , okay ! so ... i cried in the fitting room as they gave me other options because i couldn't get the first dress out my mind ,  ❝ 

ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ ʙɪꜱʜᴏᴘ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ …. 

                    ❝   actually .... i was telling the truth . i did cry in a fitting room but also i cried on the way over here because there's this ... guy ... that like .... is so pretty that he makes me wanna cry & i cried because he posted a picture of himself on instagram looking pretty as hell , so yeah ... ❝ 

ᴀᴄᴇ ʙɪꜱʜᴏᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ …. 

                     ❝   i'm actually not a big crier if i'm being honest .... the last time i cried was probably .... i don't know ? maybe when my dog died a couple of years back ? like , i didn't cry right away , but it all poured out of me the next day , ❝

ᴀᴄᴇ ʙɪꜱʜᴏᴘ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ …. 

                 ❝   in truth , alana found these old homemade videos our dad took of our mom when she was pregnant with her , i was around two or three at the time & the whole video just .... got to me . i miss my mom terribly , i wish she was here , ❝

ʟᴇɴᴀ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ …. 

 ❝  i don't cry , like ... at all . it's not my thing , & there's no way in hell i'm ruining my make - up or purposely creating bags under my eyes for any reason .  ❝

ʟᴇɴᴀ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ …. 

                  ❝   as cliche as it is ... i cried over someone two days ago . his name doesn't matter & i really wish i wasn't so fucking weak for him but y'know .... it happens , i guess , ❝

ᴍɪᴀ ᴄᴀꜱꜱɪᴅʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ….

                     ❝  well , i'm definitely a crier . i cry a lot because i get emotional over the most random things , like for instance .... i watched this sad puppy video on tiktok yesterday & i was bawling my eyes out for an hour holding my dog after ,  ❝

ᴍɪᴀ ᴄᴀꜱꜱɪᴅʏ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ …. 

               ❝   i also cried because of my ex today . again . which is becoming like a bad habit because everytime i try to move on , he's right there .... reminding me that i shoudn't . it's so hard ....  ❝

ʟᴜᴄᴇ ꜱᴀᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ….

                      ❝  hmm .... last time i cried ? probably like a week ago while i was on stage . my fans , per usual , made me cry when they started serenading me with my own song & i couldn't finish my set ... like who wouldn't ??  ❝ 

ʟᴜᴄᴇ ꜱᴀᴀᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ …. 

                    ❝   that actually was true ! no lies , here . ❝ 

ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ʀᴏꜱꜱɪ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ….

  ❝  hmmm .... well i did cry when my ex husband died because it really happened so sudden . also at his funeral too but other than that .... i can't really remember , ❝

ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ʀᴏꜱꜱɪ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ….

                    ❝   actually .... i wasn't really crying at william's funeral . sure , it was sad ceremony & it's a shame he passed so suddenly & yadayadayada but an eyelash fell into my eye & i couldn't get it out . people assumed i was bawling my eyes out because i kept on tearing up & batting my lashes but in reality i was just trying to get it out . also the incident made me realize i need to invest in waterproof mascaras ,  ❝ 

[perry-flynn]

Hopefully, he'd find sharing his workplace was like riding a bike. It had been many, many years, but at one point Perry had work surrounded by dozens of other officers, so even if he'd come to enjoy the peace of this place, this was part of moving forward. Besides peace had been hard won around here for a while anyway, with Errol and Hiro and the nightmare cat, occasional visits from that duck that hated the rain.. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, another more consistent presence, and it shouldn't be too hard to get used to her rhythm of working.

He grinned at her and nodded, "good- and you know, even the cases that seem a bit cliché on the surface can turn out odd, I'm working with this bloke at the moment, reckons his wife is cheating. Funniest thing, because it really seems like she's trying to make it look to him like that's what she's up to, but I'm still trying to figure out what she actually is doing." Perry gave his head a shake and chuckled, "right, well I still tend to take Sundays off myself so that can be one of your days with no issue- if you wanted two in a row you could take the whole weekend, or the Monday depending on what it is you have to get sorted. Maye we could keep a weekly schedule on display around here somewhere for both of us to fill in, so we can keep on top of when to expect eachother around the office. I mean, even if I'm not here I'd probably be free to give you a hand if you needed support with a case."

Honestly the likelihood that she'd ever be here at a time he wasn't was slim, because Perry was here more than he was home, but he wanted to make sure she knew regardless. "I'll help you get properly set up and go through how to handle financial transactions with with clients later, of course, but as an idea on rates the norm is to charge by the hour, and I'll settle up on a weekly or monthly basis with individual clients. It's also totally normal for the number to fluctuate over the course of a case, depending on what you're up to- I'll charge much less for a week spent sitting around my office reading charts and analysing credit reports than I will for a week spent travelling and personally tailing someone, for example. That said my usual is around eighty an hour these days, but when I first opened shop I was only charging about sixty, and... Well, like I said, I'm still prone to taking a bit of a hit to my own weekly income if I feel a client really deserves the help. The highest I've ever charged was one hundred and twenty per hour, but that was for some really intense work done over just a couple of days and not a whole lot is going to warrant so high a cost, especially when you're first starting, but it happens."

@sonotthedrama

Can't Go Back Now || Perry & Kim

[ilycorisradiata]

Itto x trans male reader (has had top surgery, T but not bottom surgery), basically theyre in a hotspring at night and itto sees readers chest scars and asks about them, and reader tells itto hes trans. Reader gets up to go do something after talking for w him for a bit but slips and falls right on top of ittos lap, oni dick between the thighs, and yeah sexy time 🌭 basically from fluff to nsfw cuz i just roll like that. Anyways love u and ur writing!!

heat

ಌ heat: itto x transmasc!reader

ಌ theme: after explaining your chest scars to him, you slip and fall right into his oni trap !

ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, transmasc reader, no pronouns used just gendered terms!, clit referred to as a cock, fluff to smut, (semi-public sex) hot spring sexy time yeaahhh, no thoughts only itto oni cock, itto is very nice (and shy) at first then he goes feral hehe, size difference, reverse cowgirl position, fingering (reader receiving), slight hint at belly bulge? not sure?, do not dirty the water just cum inside!, (enough of the funky cw), solo read + solo edited, cross-posted on AO3

ಌ wc: 3.1k

ಌ notes: hello anon! this was just pure porn… but you guys probably want that, right? who wouldn’t, especially with itto!! thank you for the ask ! :D

It had been a long day of running around, doing commissions, and bumping into random enemies along the way. To say you were tired was an understatement. You were so sure you could sleep for a whole decade, and the aches you were experiencing were horrible, all you could think about was stepping into the hot springs for a soak. It was night time by the time you were finished, and you knew the public baths would be empty. This would be the safest time to go… Especially with no disturbances. No questions, no one to bug you. You could comfortably be there and relax, as it’s intended purpose.

By the time you had soaked for no longer than 5 minutes, you heard heavy footsteps from within the wash and changing area. Wishing you could sigh out loud, you peek with one eye, head hung low to see who it was stepping in. At this hour, especially at an hour that is normally dead, you really wished nobody would come. Of course, it turned out to be someone you enjoyed the company of. A certain Oni came strutting in, hair slicked back from the pre-wash and a towel hung low on his hips, he beamed when he realised it was you. A bright smile. Blindingly cheerful for this time of the night, you sigh with a smile.

“Yo! I didn’t expect you to be here, Y/N.” With a small wave, he steps politely, despite his size, into the bath not far from you. You had to look away, his towel riding up a little too far for your liking and it exposing everything. Coughing, you return the comment back, not exactly expecting anyone to be here. He was beaming at you, eyes like crescents, happy that he was able to run into you albeit the hot springs of all places. A lot of idle chat went on, with you explaining what you had been up to since you both last spoke. Everything he spoke of was just pure mischief. Per usual. Of course, the ‘one and oni’ Arataki Itto was causing bother, but that’s to be expected. He did help a lot, and he was amazing to be around, but he did cause a lot of trouble along the way. You’d laugh at all the stories he had to tell, especially the ones about his own drumming event he held not too long ago. Speaking of how he managed to get the Ms. Hina cardboard cutout (he stole it), and how he has been treasuring it since. He didn’t seem to miss a beat when speaking with you, always fired up but always respectful to how tired you looked. The water would wave every now and then, when he flailed his arms excitedly before apologising, as well as giving off that bright laugh of his.

“I’m curious… What are those scars under your pecs? They look badass! You get ‘em from fighting something here? Or didya fight something in Liyue… Or, OR… That giant worm thing down in that chasm perhaps?!” He was genuinely intrigued and excited about where you’d gotten the scars, so it didn’t bother you that he was asking. This was the first time he had seen you, well, naked. And for that matter… Topless. You never took any of this off, in fear of a bigot realising and the conversation going south. However, you knew it was fine to tell Itto this information, and even explain it if you had to. So, you chuckle at him in response.

“No, Itto… They aren’t those type of scars.”

“If they aren’t from battling… Then are they surgical scars? You got a dodgy lung or somethin’?? Smoking is bad, yknow! You really gotta look after yourself in this day and age, gotta keep yourself healthy, what with all them bad guys out there.” You laugh, maybe a little too loudly, from his rambling and worries. You were happy he was so concerned; happy he was worrying in case they were from something bad. These scars were life saving at least, in a way, something that was part of your identity. You calm yourself down from your laughing fit, wiping your eye from a stray tear, turning yourself fully towards him.

“Uhhh no, I don’t smoke. You’re right about them being surgical scars, but it’s because I’m… I’m transgender, Itto.” He smacked a closed fist into the palm of his other hand, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape before smiling from ear to ear, a tint of red dancing across his cheeks.

“I heard about this kind of thing from Gorou! They’re really cool scars to have man, but I also found out you gotta be careful with those in the sun, make sure you put that ointment stuff on them, or you’ll get bad burns, y’get me?” Grinning back at him, you knew he’d have a good reaction to it all… He took it better than some other people you know. Itto wasn’t stupid, some would call him a himbo, but in situations like these he was 100% not one. He had a far greater sense of empathy for others. He’s headstrong and kind, willing to understand the things he’d never heard of before and love his friends all the same despite the differences. After all, he was the biggest difference in comparison to a lot of your friends, and the biggest to be shunned for being different. It would be a little weird of him not to accept those outside of what was considered “normal”. You thank Gorou for having this type of talk with him, and you guess the reasoning was because you came up in conversation between the two. He spoke about a lot more, mostly random things he plans this week or some things that were just random to keep the conversation going.

Itto used his arms and hands to emphasise his words a lot, and this did not help your drifting attention from his words to his arms, or muscles. He was explaining an explosion that had happened once, or you assumed that’s what he was going on about from the sound effects coming from his mouth, and you couldn’t help but gawk at him whenever his arms flexed, especially with the way his muscles would ripple now and again. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Having always observed other guys to see how they presented themselves, just so you could replicate, but in comparison to them all… Itto was truly on a whole other level. You felt like you were looking at some Greek statue, the pure definition in his muscles and especially the peeking view of his deep-set v-line downwards was remarkable. This began one thought after another about other areas of his physique, especially where else his red markings went. Eyes travelling lower than you’d have liked, you shook your head, snapping yourself out of it. Itto questioned if you were alright, with a slight smirk on his lips. You don’t know if he caught you, but even if he had, you decided to lie. Lying by saying you needed to get out of the hot springs, that you were starting to feel really dizzy. Itto went to stand to help you out, but you ended up slipping, taking him back down with you. Panicked, you landed slightly into his lap, and he held you by the waist to make sure you didn’t slip any further and hurt yourself. If what you were doing before was gawking, then you hadn’t a word for what you were doing now. His large hands were massive in comparison to, well, everywhere. Whilst you were panicking internally, whilst also thanking the gods for never actually giving you the gender you were in your head (because you would be bricked up badly right now), Itto was too busy asking if you were okay.

Okay was far from it. You had felt it. It, aka his fucking monster of a third leg, was sandwiched between your thighs like a damned hotdog. Itto was big, there was no doubt about it. Hell, everything about him was big, muscle, height… You just weren’t expecting this. That he was actually packing down there too, and the towel covering him was long gone after you both had a small tumble. Not only was the size noticeable, but the red markings did, in fact, reach all the way to there. What’s more, he had small bumps, ridges almost, along the shaft. Not that you could fully see it in the milky water, but it’s what you could feel. Your head was spinning a mile a minute, and Itto was only trying to see if you were alright, trying to get you both out if you were truly dizzy. Only now was when you were actually dizzy. Hot from the fact that you were both in this position, that this situation happened in an empty public bath. Apologising finally, you were about to move, but both hands of his kept you in place. You finally looked at his face, and a wide set of pinks and reds dashed along his face, travelling to his ears as well as his neck, clearly just as embarrassed by the current predicament you were both in.

“I-Itto, sorry, I−”

“C-… Could I… Kiss you?” The heat from the hot springs didn’t help, trying to mentally process the words Itto had just said to you. Words wouldn’t come out, your mouth opening and closing.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that, I must have misunderstood your stares… You wanted to get out, right?”

“NO! No, I… Sorry. My brain is still trying to catch up... You- you can.” Sighing, you place your forehead on his, with your eyes shut. There was no movement for a good while, so you peeked one eye open, and Itto had his eyes shut too, squeezed shut. So, you decided to push forward instead, giving a light peck to the corner of his mouth in hopes of giving him some confidence, and it did. He beamed, not expecting you to do it first. You assumed he was psyching himself up after accidentally letting it slip that he wanted to kiss you. He was rough at first, not really knowing how to kiss you, but he eventually got the hang of it. Not too rough but not too soft either, he was touching you delicately, tugging you gently into his lap. You couldn’t really sit, his obvious growing erection digging in between your legs, so you tug on his bottom lip and look at him through lidded eyes. A hand of his travels to smooth over one of your ass cheeks, giving it a little squeeze, which makes you jump.

“Should we… I mean− C-could we…?” Grabbing the hand on your waist, with Itto looking visibly confused, you notice that his nails had recently been cut and you nod in approval.

“We can, well, since your nails are tidy…” Somehow, this gave him a new wave of confidence, and he flips you around. By the looks of it, he put you into a reversed cowgirl position, and his hands were quick to roam all over your chest and abdomen. An arm wraps around your waist, and he held you there, the other hand inching towards the area you wanted him to touch the most. He smoothed two fingers over your cock to test the waters, which gave him the most angelic sound he’d ever heard coming from your mouth, so he did it again and again. Switching to small tugs, and more rubbing, you were sure you’d tip over the edge.

“I-Itto…” Leaving little bites to the back of your neck, sucking on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, in attempt to leave evidence that the great Itto had been there. Breathing erratically with every move of his, you kept your legs spread for him, to give him easy access. He appreciated this greatly, moving his fingers down to leave ghost touches, circling your hole. Before, he seemed so nervous, like he had never touched another person in his life like this… But he was proving you wrong alright. It only started to click that he was nervous with you, and not at doing this act of closeness. Slowly, he begins to open you up, one thick finger pushing its way into you. Getting you used to it at first, he’s gentle and continuously asks if you’re okay, tickling your ear with every whisper. He’s incredibly skilled with his fingers, not missing a single beat with the way he thrusts a singular finger into you, not missing any little praises he says into your ear. You lean your head back, letting out little moans with every curl of his fingers, pushing you just over the edge each time.

“Shhhh, you know you need to be quiet… We’re still in the public bath.” He bites the lobe of your ear, sinking another finger into you, humming at the whine you had to trap in your throat. Watching the way his fingers disappear into you, he kisses your cheek, and then the corner of your mouth. Sweet. That’s the one word you could describe him with right now, as he’s careful to be gentle with you. He knows himself that he’s bigger than others, so he’s sure to take care with you, especially the height difference between a normal human and his Oni self. He stretches his fingers apart, scissoring, pushing, and curling his fingers, pulling any type of reaction from you, grinning when you let a small noise out but trying to silence yourself by biting your lip. When he tries a third finger, he only manages to get halfway in before you start whining for him to hurry up… And he’s too quick to agree. Lifting you up by the backs of your thighs, he lines you up, pushing the head into you.

“Remember, we have to be quiet… Okay? Shhh.” You move your head to the side to look at him, and he’s quick to kiss you, to keep you quiet enough as he sinks you down onto him. You scrunch your eyes closed, trying to keep your composure, and trying to keep as quiet as you could. Inch by inch, you felt like it would be impossible. It felt like he was hitting your stomach already, but he was still lowering you down so there was still more to fit into you. If that was possible was another thing, and you couldn’t help but jolt at every new (what you started calling as) ‘oni-dick-bump’ that entered you.

“I’m at my limit, sorry in advance.” Before you could question, Itto parted from you, licking your bottom lip before slamming into you. One hand placing itself on your mouth and the same arm as before wrapping around you, hand placing itself around here his head reaches inside of you.

“I should be right around here… See? Do you feel it?” Whispering this into your ear, you had to stop yourself from cumming right there and then. Who knew Arataki Itto could be so cunning? It was almost as if he was purposely trying to get you to be loud, to let it be known what was happening in the public bath at night. You weren’t going to let him win though, he may have gained confidence from your consent earlier, but that doesn’t mean he should start getting cocky. Deciding to knock him down a few pegs, or to see how he reacts, you decided to deny feeling him inside of you.

“Mmh… No. I don’t feel you at ah−” He pushed two fingers into your mouth, holding your tongue between them before giving you little to no mercy down below. Tightening his hold around your waist, he brutally thrusted into you time and time again, suddenly uncaring for how loud you were. It seemed as though you had awoken something within him, something of fierce nature.

“This should help you… Maybe it’ll make your body unforgetting of my shape too−” The last three words he spoke in time with his thrusts, unrelenting but willing to pull every single noise from you. At this point, he wanted you to be loud, and it was clear he wanted you both to be quiet in respect for the hot spring owners. But… That was entirely out of the window. You drooled down his fingers, and you were sure tears were running down your face. It felt way too good to be real… It had to be a dream. You felt his upper thighs tense with every push he did upwards into you, his arm around you tensing and the fingers in your mouth slackening and then tightening themselves around your tongue, somehow forgetting he was trying to keep up with everything all at once without losing into his own pleasure. You started tightening yourself around him as well, trying to remind him it was a two-of-you thing… Not just a you thing.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he uses the same hand to hold your jaw, directing your face to his so that he could kiss you again. It was messy, uncaring for keeping things proper and nice for your first time together, showing each other how much you had been wanting the other. Your teeth clashed with his plenty of times, your tongues dancing and it just being an overall mess with copious amounts of saliva escaping or slurping between the two of you. You felt that he was beginning to pull out, so you bit his lip in protest.

“Let’s… Not dirty the water. We’ve done enough of that, just do… Nn- Do it inside−” With no word of warning, he slammed into you a few more times before releasing, a hand slithering down to rub and tease your cock until you cum as well. Staying like that for a few minutes, the heat and everything was finally getting to you, especially after the ride of your life that Itto gave you.

“S-sorry, I got a bit carried away there. I-I’ll do it properly next time if you’ll let me…” He turned towards you, not pulling out, only to see you passed out on his shoulder. He panics, pulling you both out of the water to get you to a seat not far from the bath area, pulling out of you, and then fanning you with the nearest piece of plastic how found to get you to cool down. Shaking you, only for you to groan at him and then sigh. He was feeling awful, but you placed a hand on his cheek and smiled.

“Use that oni strength next time when we’re not in a public hot spring… Okay?”

“Absolutely, yes sir.”

[marvelcriminalhoe]

The Dancing Statue

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

This is for @supraveng 500 Followers Challenge!! Congratulations bb!!

Rules - There are no rules! 

Challenge - Pick a title from the list below and write it about your favorite character or real person!

My Prompt Choice - The Dancing Statue with Steve Rogers 

I’ve had this ready for a whole month and forgot to post it because it was in my drafts! Ah! Anyway here it is hope you enjoy :) this was REALLY fun to write and I had a different idea for it in the beginning but i just went with it lol :))

Warnings: just fluff

You loved museums. Any museum really.

It started when you were a kid, your father would take you to the museum every weekend since it was only $3 for him to get in and kids were free. It didn’t matter that you could only go to the museum because money was tight, it was always a blast and your dad would make it fun every time. 

It’s started being where you would want to go for all of your birthdays or when you would have a hard day at school. Museums became your solace. Your safe place.

So it only made since that you would find it even more comforting at night, when you were the only one there. 

That started when you were in college. You got into Juilliard on a complete scholarship for ballet. They only give one full ride per year for ballet and the pressure you felt having to keep up, stay on top, was monumental. You knew you would never be able to attend without it, which just added to the pressure. 

You had made friends with the night security guard at the Museum of Natural History one night when he caught you crying on the steps after a hard rehearsal. You didn’t even remember going to the museum, it was like your mind knew it needed somewhere to relax. To recharge. 

And that’s exactly what you did with Barry. He let you walk around with him as you unloaded how stressful your first few months in New York had been. He let you complain about the workload and how overwhelmed you felt being so far from everything you had known for the first time in your life. He let you talk about how much you missed your dad, how you knew you wouldn’t get to see him for awhile since there wasn’t enough money for him to visit or for you to go home during breaks. 

Barry said you reminded him of his own daughter, and he let you come back after that night. He even told the other guards to let you in if he wasn’t on patrol. Sometimes he would walk around and chat with you and other nights he would let you go on your own. 

You’re not entirely sure when you started using the hallways to practice, but it was a few weeks later. You would dance in front of the paintings or statues or artifacts. Practice until you got it right. But unlike the stage or studio, you didn’t feel that overwhelming stress, all you felt was peace. 

You’re positive it’s what got you through college. 

When you got the call confirming your spot in the Washington Ballet, Barry and his wife were the second people you called, your dad being the first. They were all ecstatic for you and Barry put in a call that night with a friend that did security in DC.

That’s how you got here, dancing barefoot along the stone floors of the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, a mixture of the soft patter of your feet and the velvet like melody of the music playing through the speaker of your phone, where it lays against the wall, fills the empty air around you. 

You had maybe been here an hour or so, not nearly as long as usual, but for some reason the dance felt off. You felt like your steps and the music didn’t align. Your feet were dancing alone while it seemed the music was almost calling out for a partner, longing for one of the statues around you to come alive and sweep you off your feet. 

Of course, dancing in front of the Captain America exhibit, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself about that idea. 

Who wouldn’t want one of these hero’s on the wall to sweep them off their feet? 

Not that you’re someone that goes for the muscled up hunk types, you’ve always liked the art nerds more, but everyone can appreciate a man in uniform once in awhile. 

Shaking your head you try to refocus on the beat as it starts over again, taking a refreshing breath before going into your count. You get halfway through this time before you step out and have to stop.

Your just about to step back in when you hear clapping behind you, making you swivel around with wide eyes. 

“Uh, sorry— I just— that was really good. Felt like I should clap or something.” The real life statue of a man says when he meets your panicked gaze.

You were expecting one of the guards to have been making their rounds over here or something, not for the picture on the wall to actually come to life. 

Are you hallucinating? Have you been dancing longer than you thought? 

Maybe you accidentally fell and hit your head and now you’re in some sort of weird hypnotic dream.

Instead of saying something normal like, Thank you kind stranger that’s not really a stranger because I used to see you on the news all the time except for those few years your face was scattered on wanted posters, you went with the option that made you internally wince, 

“Museums closed.”

Smooth, really, because obviously he knows the museums closed. He is fully aware there shouldn’t be anyone else here and yet, here you are, practicing your piece in front of his monument. 

Truthfully, he should be the one to tell you the museums closed. Perhaps he’s taken up night guarding after he retired from avenging and he’s here to kick you out. 

Though, the other guards never mentioned anything. And surely he wouldn’t have clapped if he was just going to throw you out on your ass. 

“I-I know.” He stumbles over his words, as if he’s the one that should be nervous in this situation, “Sorry, I just heard the music and… You’re really good.” “Thanks.” You mumble, and now its your turn to be bashful. Of course, you've heard compliments bout your dancing all your life, but theres something so, genuine, about the blonde comment that you can’t help but be flustered about it. 

He takes a tentative step towards you, reaching his hand out as his next step is more confident, “Steve Rogers.” 

And you want to laugh at that, because you both are aware you already know his name, or you should, considering you’re dancing in front of his monument. You take his hand, introducing yourself with only a slight waver to your voice due to the shock you feel radiate up your arm at the contact. It takes all of your control not to become even more embarrassed, but when you look up to his bewildered face, you theorize that perhaps you weren't the only one that felt it. 

Regardless, you drop his hand and find your focus looking anywhere but him. The silence that now radiates is palpable and awkward, only broken when Steve clears his throat, “Do you only dance in dark museum hallways?”

His words have the desire effect, minimizing the tensioned air that had settled around you both and brings a laugh from your lips, “Uh, no, no— just when I need to clear my head.” “Guess we have that in common.” 

You look up at him at that, your turn to joke with a raised brow, “You dance in museum hallways when you need to clear your head?” And the laugh that now leaves his lips runs through you like fresh air, comforting a piece of you, you didn't even know needed comforting, “Never tried that, no. I usually stick to just walking around them. Are you a dancer?” 

“I dance for the Washington Ballet.”

Steve sends you a friendly smile, his hands tucking themselves into his jean pockets, “I uh, I’ll let you continue practicing then. I’m sure you have a big show or, something, that you’re getting ready for.” His smile is shy as he backs away, “It was really nice to meet you.” 

And you almost want to stop him, this is his area of the museum, technically, but before you can, he’s gone, and with how your brain is working tonight, you’re not entirely sure he was there to begin with. 

Am I going crazy? 

Shaking your head, you reset the music and practice for a few more hours before your feet finally have had enough, and you retire home. By the next morning, you’ve forgotten all about the encounter the night before. Another week of practice and a few more nights at the museum, without anymore special appearances from real life statues, and your show goes off without a hitch, another one soon taking it’s place. 

That’s how you find yourself in the same place a month later, practicing your steps in front of the Captain America Monument. Usually, you didn't care where you practiced, choosing a new place in the museum every time. But since that night, the one where you weren't sure if you were hallucinating or not, your body has either consciously or unconsciously bringing you back to this spot to dance. You try not to read too much into that, just like you try not to read into the ghost of his hand in yours, the way your arm still feels the rush of the shock, almost as if it’s holding onto the warmth it received. 

You practiced for hours, at least, but much like that night, the song feels off. Your steps feel off. Everything feels off. And it makes you want to scream out in frustration. Instead of doing that though, you look up at the picture of the blonde adonis of a man you can’t seem to shake out of your head, blaming him for how thrown off you seem to be, and mumbling a, “Stupid Captain America.” 

“Wow, what’d I ever do to you, doll?” Comes from behind you, and the deja vu you get turning around with wide eyes and a racing heart is comical, the only difference being this time Steve is leaning up against the concrete slab with a smirk on his face.

“Oh my god.” 

Thankfully, Steve doesn't seem upset at your earlier comment, nor does he acknowledge your shock. Instead, he pushes off the wall, hands in his pockets as he walks towards you. His smirk turning more into a reserved smile, “I saw your show.” The shock on your face stays the same, along with your pounding heart, “What? You did?” “It was really good.” He nods, standing in front of you now. You stare at him, surprise still on your face, reeling at the news he actually watched your show, but with some confusion too, he doesn't seem like the type of man to go see a show, “Why were you at a ballet show?” The small blush that settles itself on his neck and cheeks is so endearing it almost makes you want to melt at the sight, “I uh— I sorta, looked your name up after we met.” And you do melt at that, especially when he rubs the back of his neck and looks anywhere but right at your eyes, “I just thought— you’re dancing was so beautiful that night— I wanted to see the whole thing.”

And now it’s your turn to be flustered, again, because it seems to be the only emotion he brings out of you, mostly by his words and the way he peaks at you through his lashes. The blue of his eyes is mesmerizing, like looking at the stars in the night sky, something the pictures of him don't bring to justice, and you find yourself wanting to stare at them longer. 

“That’s,” You shake your head, a small smile gracing your features, “Thank you. That’s really sweet.” 

“Yeah.” A small smile of his own on his face as he nods. He looks over to where your phone lays, still playing the music, “Are you practicing something new?” “Yeah.” You nod, explaining the new show that will be happening in a few weeks, “Its— I’m just struggling a bit with the steps.” “Need any help?” Steve questions, and at the questioning tilt of your head, he explains himself, “Just, I could uh, tell you what I think. If you want. I don;t know a whole lot about dance, but, I’m sure a second option could help.” “Sure.” You grin, the acceptance coming out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, not that you would. Having the retired soldiers undivided attention on you sends a sort of rush through your body and brings a whole new set of butterflies you haven't had since the first time you danced on stage. Stage fright is not something you’ve experienced since you were little, and you find you try and hype yourself up in your mind as you restart the music. But at the reassuring smile Steve sends you as he sits on the bench in front of his statue, takes all of your worry away. He’s already seen me dance, what do I have to be worried about? 

This started a new tradition. You and Steve would meet up 3 nights a week. You, practicing through your steps, Steve, telling you his honest opinions. They were mostly praise, but after the 5th time of you reprimanding him, telling him you need the constructive criticism too, if you are to be at your best, and promising you wont take it as anything but him helping you, he started handing it out as well. Though, still far less than his compliments. 

4 months later, this weird dynamic you and the former avenger have built becomes the thing you look forward to the most. Steve does to, he told you that, rather self consciously, one night. You both had shared stories in-between breaks which turned into confiding in one another. It became part of the routine to talk about anything and everything after that. There were even some nights you never even got around to dancing, too busy walking around and the dark museum and talking. 

Like tonight, “I never ran so fast in my laugh.” Steve’s laugh echoes down the quiet corridor as you both walk side by side, “My ma was so mad at us. Bucky was banned from coming over for a whole 2 days.” You shake your head at the story, imagining young Steve and Bucky terrorizing his poor mom with the ‘’pet frogs’’ they decided to catch and bring into the house, “Did you have to bring so many in?” Steve’s grin as he looks down at you is infectious, “We couldn’t catch one and leave the rest! They were family.” “Still,” You laugh, “13 frogs in your house?! You’re luck Bucky was only banned for 2 days. If it was me, he’d be banned for life.” 

“Nah, my ma loved him too much for that.” Steve rejects that idea with a wave of his hand. You both flow into comfortable silence after that, only your steps making noise as you walk around. 

Steve looks down at you again after a few minutes, “You don’t need to practice tonight?” With a shake of your head you reply, “The next show is a duet. Hard to practice without my partner here.” He nods a few times, mind no doubt thinking about something, silence resuming as your walk seems to take you back to where you both first met. A question that has been burning  on the back of your tongue for months now comes to the surface. You usually try and stay away from the topic of his heroism unless he brings it up himself, never wanting to over step, but you can’t stop yourself tonight, “Why were you here? That night we met?” If he’s shocked by your question, his face doesn't show it. His gaze observing the memorial in front of him. His memorial. “Sometimes, I like to come here and just… Sit. I guess. Reminisce on everything.” He shrugs a shoulder, his eyes going over the pictures of his old unit. 

You lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, how isolated he must have felt waking up from the ice alone, all his friends gone, is chilling. No pun intended.

Granted, that was years ago, and he did get one of those friends back a couple years ago, and then went on the run, and then got pardoned when he saved the world, again, but those haunted times must still bother him some nights. You imagine someone doesn’t really move on fully from something like that.

He finally tears his gaze away, looking down at you. He reaches up with his other hand and places it over yours, giving it a squeeze. You expect, like the other times you comforted him like this, for him to let go after, both of your arms dropping to your sides. But he doesn’t. Instead, he searches your face for something, slowly dragging your hand down his arm until he switches hands, holding yours firmly now, linking his fingers through yours. 

You try to keep your breathing normal, but by the way his thumb runs over your pulse point, you know he can tell how fast your heart is beating. 

“I can help you practice.” He whispers and you find yourself watching his lips as he does. “What?”

He steps closer, taking your other hand and placing it on his shoulder, before grabbing your hip, “You said you needed a parter, right?” You find yourself smiling as he slowly starts to lead you in a dance. He doesn't seem to care that there isn't any music and neither do you. You do however raise a brow at him, “This doesn't seem to be ballet.” “I don’t know how to dance ballet.” He shakes his head, his lips pulling up at the corners, his grip on you tightening just a little as he pulls you closer, your noses brushing against each other, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” You whisper out, staring into his eyes that hold so much warmth and affection. Affection you know mirrors in your eyes, growing the longer you spend time with him. “Is this okay with you?” And Steve knows you mean it genuinely. He’s told you the story about the promised dance he didn't get to keep. How, even when he was able to go back, to finally have the dance, he knew then he hadn't found his partner, and returned to wait for the right one again. The breath he releases as his eyes close, forehead resting against yours, is one full of relief and peace, “Yeah. It’s perfect.” 

And you realizes then, quite startlingly, that your solace, the place that has always been the museum hallways, has shifted to the man now holding you in his arms. But you find it hard to care as his lips gently mold against yours, before pulling back and continuing to lead you in a dance that you’re sure makes all the statues in the museum wish they could come to life and enjoy. 

Too bad that sort of magic only happens once in a life time. 

[goldencherriess]

Present time || Loki x Mortal! Fem! Reader

Pairing: Loki x Mortal! Fem! Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Fate brings them together once again.

Warnings: fluff, emotional final scene (you have been warned!)

A/N: Here it is! The final chapter of Time after Time! Thank you to everyone who joined in the ride. It was wild and I hope you had fun as much as I did! Thanks for all the love and support you had showed this fic, it meant the world to me. And without further ado, have fun reading!

Previous part || Series masterlist

Rain was splattering against the workshop's window in thundering droplets and Y/N started scolding herself for forgetting her umbrella. The London weather was quite unpredictable, but she always carried her usual, red, polka dotted umbrella. "Always make sure you're equipped for the day, little one!" her father had said. But this time, it slipped from her mind.

Lately, her mind always seemed to be elsewhere, in the clouds or maybe in some long forgotten memories. She would drink a cup of Earl Grey and then stop abruptly, as if someone burned her with a stick on fire. Her gaze, then, would sink into the cup, looking for something but only finding her own reflection staring back. Other times, she'd wrap her red scarf around her neck, fingertips freezing in mid air, nose scrunched up. She'd lightly pick up the rear end of the scarf, as if she was seeing it for the first time.

And other times, she would be staring at nothing in particular, feeling something missing.

The thunderous droplets rained down on her like bullets as she fumbled with the keys, trying to lock her workshop. She had opened it a few years ago with only one sewing machine, a few fabrics and the knowledge of weaving ideas and textiles together. Les petites mains. The art of splattering creativity through a sewing needle.

With a click, the door was locked and she turned to look ahead, hair wet and clothes sticking to skin. Her red sneakers got soaked as they crossed a puddle. Y/N raised an arm in a poor attempt to hail a cab, but it just whizzed by, splashing her in a new wave of dirty, rainwater. Blinking through the silver drops, she took a step back, shivers running up and down her arms and spine. Of course a cab wouldn't take her like this, soaked from head to toe. A sneeze escaped her lips and she cursed the weather, pulling the coat closer to her body. She'd have to take the tube all the way home. Joy.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

They called it the London underground. Cold air ruffling your clothes when a train whizzed by or stopped in the station. People milling around, stressed with their eyes in the phone or legs jittering.

Loki was standing with his hands in the pocket, a green scarf around his neck, watching people go by. Searching for her eyes. For the redness of her scarf. Sighing he turned on his heels, his hope slowly dimming. His ebony locks got picked up by a breeze that announced the arrival of a train.

He almost missed it. The flash of a redness. The fluttering of a scarf. If he had blinked, it all would had vanished.

There, on the opposite platform, she stood shivering against the chilly breeze, wet hair sticking onto her face. She looked so small, so fragile. As if she was stuck in a racing car, going 30 miles per hour. She might've been. For all Loki knew, time never did stop.

He caught glimpses of her through the sliding doors, as the train pulled to a stop. She got in, her hand gripping the bars.

And somehow her eyes found his across the whole station, through the doors, above the mass of people.

It was times like these that made Loki believe in fate.

He could see from afar the sparkle in her eyes. the secrets she held in them, the flash of recognition. It was gone all too soon.

And the train left. He was alone.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

The house was quite most of the times (only her father and her lived in it). Quite, but cozy. But not this time. The soft musical notes were coming from Garwin's study and Y/N found herself struck, a foot hovering over the first step.

Wise man say

Only fools rush in

Elvis Presley's voice boomed through the shells of her ears, all the way down to her core. She knew the song all too well (it was hard not to when the record store next to her workshop played it almost every day), but it was as if she was hearing it for the first time. Images of slow dancing and swishing dress flashed through her mind, stealing her breath. It was all too hazy. She didn't recall dancing to Presley with a brunet man, whose face was quite blurry in her memories. If anything, it could all had been a distant dream.

She took a step back and towards her father's study, the music getting louder. The old wooden floor creaked under her steps and she opened the heavy door. The sight of her old dear, father swaying to "Can't help falling in love" greeted her. Even in his sixties, he still had the moves.

"Little one! Come, come! Dance with your old papa!"

Y/N smiled, despite her suddenly shortness of breath. Her father twirled her around and she let out a laugh. "I didn't know we had a record of Elvis."

"We didn't."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Did you buy one, then?"

Garwin slid across the floor, shimming his shoulders. "A young man dropped it. He said it was for you. He looked quite familiar, actually. I couldn't pin point from where I knew him, though."

Y/N stopped in her tracks, slowly turning her eyes onto her father. "How did this young man look like?"

Garwin, picking up on the alarming tone in her voice, let his dancing feet stop. His crinkled eyes found hers, searching, trying to read through the furrowed eyebrows and the widened eyes. "He had jet black hair. Quite lanky, too. Little one, if you're in trouble, please do tell me-"

She shook her head, her ears picking up again on Elvis' strong voice again. "No, no, I know him from somewhere."

And in a quite voice, she added: "I just don't know from where."

•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Every day, a package would appear on the house's step. Every day, Y/N would tear apart the wrapping, looking into the mysterious box and discovering secrets, things she could almost remember. It was as if she was looking into a steamed and blurry mirror. The lines were way too thin. She couldn't read them.

The next day she got an emerald ring that threw sparkles around every time she twirled it between her thumbs. It was cold to the touch, but it somehow spread warmth through her body.

She stared into the gem, trying to find some words of truth but only finding whispers.

Whispers of the past.

A curious voice in her head urged her to slid it onto her left, ring finger. It felt so right, like the moon kissing the stars in the night sky. She reveled in the way the ring hugged her finger, in the way she didn't even feel it heavy. In the way she felt like she wore it before.

Déjà vu.

And then she received a memory in the form of photographs, the kind which you take with your friends in some photo booth after a wild night. It was like looking into a mirror. Y/N saw herself as she was, wearing the same red scarf, but talking to a young brunet man. Smiling. Pecking his lips.

She saw him before. At the train station, but somewhere else too. His name was on the tip of her tongue and his familiar face was buried somewhere in the back of her mind, just below the dusty drawers of it.

She couldn't quite remember.

•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Meet me at The British Museum, in front of a tapestry. You'll know which one, I'll be waiting.

That's what it was written on the note she received that day. She stared at it, hoping the letters would arrange themselves into answers. But they didn't. Stubbornly, they stared right back and Y/N felt her throat closing up.

The note made its home in her coat pocket, burning holes into it and weighing it down. Her mind was off the rails the whole day. Her fingers would always slipped and the sewing needle would pierce through the skin, drawing blood and staining the material. She couldn't concentrate. So, she closed the workshop earlier that day, letting her feet carry her mindlessly through London all the way to The British Museum.

People went and came, stressed beyond belief, checking their watches and muttering under their breath, but all Y/N did was to scratch the back of her head while she waited for the red light to turn green, screaming at her mind to pull the pieces of the puzzles together.

She despised the feeling as if she forgot something. She was never the one to forget. She always remembered birthdays (especially her father's). She remembered her clients' orders and whims ("Can you cut the dress shorter, please? Just above the knees.") She remembered how to use a measuring tape and a sewing machine, although at this point her hands started to have a mind of their own, doing the work without too much thought. She remembered what year and day it was (in a month it would be Christmas and her birthday).

Why, then, couldn't she remember him?

It was annoying. Trying to remember something you might've never even lived or seen. Someone you might've never even met. Annoying.

Her feet halted to a stop in front of the towering building of the museum and her hair started raising in goosebumps. The photos were now weighing a tone, dragging her down.

One step at a time.

Buying an entrance ticket.

Another step. And another, weaving through the mass of people, passing by a group of scholars who were there on a trip.

Another step. Thoughts dancing through her brain, tearing down the calm demeanor she put on this morning.

Step. Step. Step. Passing by a couple giggling and pointing at the exhibitions.

Stop.

The tapestry was beautifully crafted, the threads closing into each other smoothly. The green of it swallowed her whole and her eyes drank in the scene woven on it. Two figures dancing. There he was again, ebony hair and green, shining eyes. She cursed her weak memory. Her voice had a mind of its own, speaking through the haziness of it all and drawing conclusions. "That is one marvelous piece of work."

"It is."

If you were to ask her if she recognized the voice from besides her, she would have answered in a heartbeat that yes, she did. It was familiar to her. But she wouldn't know from here. Maybe from a dream. Or from childhood, some faces and voices are never really forgotten.

Ever so slowly, Y/N turned her head, to put a face to a voice. It was him. Pitch black, shiny locks cascading down his shoulders, vivid eyes that could pierce through your soul. "You waited for me." she whispered.

He nodded, shyly putting his hands in his pockets. "I did. I just knew you would come."

The feeling that she had this conversation before was resurfacing once again, knuckling at the back of her mind. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Were you the one that sent me all that stuff?"

His eyes grew soft, catching the low light. "Yes. Did you like them?"

Y/N took a step back, suddenly feeling very dizzy. She brought her left hand to her forehead, the ring glittering in the light.

He noticed it. Of course he did. How could he not when his heart sped up just at the sight of it? "You're wearing my ring." he breathed.

She nervously laughed, avoiding his gaze. "It just felt right. It was a gift after all, wasn't it?'

"Indeed." His voice was like satin, like silk, like those textiles she loved to work with. Smooth, but tricky, rarely letting the sewing needle to strike through without any mistake. "Will you look at me?" he added eventually.

And she did, finally looking him in the eyes. And then she saw it all. The tavern they first danced in, the moment they met again in front of the tapestry. Slow dancing to Elvis Presley, his hand in hers. Kissing her knuckles. The "I love you"s. Waterloo. The photo booth. Fate bringing them together once again.

"I know you." she replied quietly. "I- I remember you. I know you, Loki. You came back for me. Every time."

Tears started gathering in the corner of their eyes. and Y/N took a step closer to him. "Please, forgive me. Forgive me for all the suffering I have ever caused you. I left you every time and I-"

His hand took hers, gently, like a feather falling to the ground. "Please, don't say that, darling. It was not your fault. It never was. It was something beyond your power. Or mine, for that matter."

A tear slipped from her eye and her trembling, free hand took hold of the photos from her pocket. "I remember this day too. I was wearing my red scarf and you were wearing your green one. And it was chilly. And I dragged you to this photograph booth from the corner of some street. And you humoured me."

Loki's thumb dried her tears, caressing her skin lightly. "You said that you'd remember me in your next life if I show you these photos."

A smile broke through and she nodded. "I did."

He let his forehead fall against hers. "You did."

"Never let me go, Loki."

"Never, darling. You have my heart 'till the end of time."

Bonus:

"Let them be happy, Odin. At least this time." Frigga's voice echoed throughout the whole throne room.

"I can't stop time and fate from doing their job, but I can slow them down. Even if it means a few more minutes to spare."

The end.

•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

A/N: there it is! The grand finale! I hope you enjoyed this little journey. I know I did. This story holds a special place in my heart and sharing it with you had been amazing. Thank you.

The ending is kinda open, so if you have any theories or thoughts on it, I'd love to hear them :)

Also, I'll post some visuals aka some edits for this series so keep your eyes peeled for that!

Please let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list by commenting under this post or by sending me an ask!

Main tag list: : @bohemianrhapsody86 @andreead

Series tag list: @mischief2sarawr @mochie85 @strrvnge @salempoe @xorpsbane @huntress-artemiss @123forgottherest @glitterylokislut @lokidbadguy @highkeysimpingforloki @bored-as-hell-666 @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Neon Moon- S.F.K

Authors Note:

Haven't been able to stop thinking about making another period piece, but this time, The Wild West! I've been on a real Sam high lately and I can't stop thinking about how perfect long haired Sammy would look dressed as a cowboy, so I thought this would be a good story for him, plus I'm from the south so this was a lot of fun to write.

Synopsis:

You and your least favorite cowboy on the ranch have to ride out on a cattle drive alone together until one night tensions run high under the moonlight.

Word count: 9.9K (this is becoming a pattern)

WARNING: 18+ Minors DNI, Enemies to lovers smut, but make it a western. Swearing, alcohol, minor injury, fingering, light spanking, raw doggin' (wrap before you tap it with a cowboy babes).

Pairing: Cowboy!Sam x female reader

Let me know what you think, I love hearing from y'all! Let me know if you wanna be tagged in a future post and hit up my messages if you want a request for a future story! YEEHAW!

Neon Moon- S.F.K

If you had half a mind you would have turned tail at even the mention of being alone with Sam Kiszka. If you hadn’t cared so much about your job and the ranch you work for you would’ve told that cattleman he could kiss your ass if he thought the two of you would even spend an hour alone together without fighting. But the thought of being stuck with any other ranch hand also made your skin crawl. These cowboys are far from gentlemen, being the only woman on the ranch was hard enough, but you’d think their mommas would’ve given them some sort of clue how to behave around a woman. They all underestimated you and your skill to hold your own when it came to riding on the range, treating you like a little girl who needed help or just a piece of ass meant to be objectified, but more than enough times you had reminded them you're a damn good shot in a showdown and not to be messed with. You’d done plenty of cattle rides in your career but usually it's quite a bigger posse, but the night before the excursion, you and the other guys decided to go to a local watering hole you and your “compatriots” called home. The usual sort were there, all seemed about the same old same old when you decided you could out drink one of your asshole ranch hands who had been giving you shit all week, calling you, ‘babygirl’ anytime you talked to him in front of the other ranchers.

“You know what, Gonzalez, I’ll show you I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be, and a finer woman than you’ll ever get. Line’em up!” You challenged the mustached, leather skinned cowboy as the bartender lined up shot glasses of tequila. Sam amongst the other cowboys sat at the table, cheering you on as you and Gonzalez made your way to the bar. Sam rubbed your shoulders like a coach hyping up his boxer ready to enter the ring. The only good thing about Sam was he was the least terrible amongst the other ranchers, but that was not saying much. He thinks very highly of himself, too good with the women in the saloon, constantly getting into petty arguments over things that shouldn’t matter and he was very particular about the oddest things. But, Sam was the only rancher not in or near his forties, so you found that you and Sam would hang back and let the older ranchers talk when you went out on your days off or riding the range. If someone asked if you and Sam were friends you would probably laugh, he wasn’t your friend per say but you didn’t dislike his company either, you got along pretty well until he would say something stupid then you remembered why you hated cowboys.

“You got this no problem, Gonzalez can’t hold his liquor for shit.” Sam leaned in to whisper in your ear as the last of the glasses were being poured. “Yeah well this ought to show him, I ain’t no lil girl.” You grabbed your first glass of your row of tequila shots, hoisting it in the air at Gonzalez and the other cowboys, tapping the bottom end on the table and tossing the whole drink back in one go. The burn of the liquor felt good, lighting the fire of anger in your belly as you slammed the glass upside down on the bar, “And I sure as shit ain’t his baby neither.” you hissed to Sam, his eyes wide from your unphased demeanor, mouth hanging in an impressed smirk. Gonzalez gave you a cocky grin, you knew he had to be joking, he picked up his glass and took it one gulp, a pained expression on his face from the clear liquor screaming down his throat. Sam and the other cowboys cheered on Gonzalez and you as you pounded through four more shots, Gonzalez and you finally on your last glass. You felt drunk as a skunk already but you stayed composed, but Gonzalez looked like he could have been knocked over by the breeze of the wind coming through those saloon doors. You and Gonzalez clinked your glasses and threw your shots back, you can hardly taste the liquor at this point, your throat just felt on fire as though you just finished screaming at the moon like a coyote. Gonzalez held the drink in his mouth for too long, not able to bring himself to swallow the agave liquor, instead he spun away to puke his guts out all over the wooden floor. Sam gripped your wrist and thrust it into the air, “We have a winner ladies and gentleman!” Sam announced proudly to the other patrons at the bar who looked less than interested in your victory. “I don’t think he’ll be messing with you anymore, sunshine.” Sam winked at you with a smile. Oh yeah, the nicknames, he does that a lot, but never like Gonzalez or some of the other cowboys did, he meant them in an endearing way, you almost liked it.

You swaggered up to a still puking Gonzalez, holding himself up weakly by leaning against the bar. “Look who the baby is now.” you boast as you kick Gonzalez in the ass, falling to the ground in his own vomit with your boot. He lands with a thud, knocking into a man not belonging to your group, spilling his ale all down his shirt. He’s a mean looking one, silver gray hair slick to his head, deep wrinkles set in his face, a twisted look in his face as he turns to look at you with a scowl, “Keep your trash on your side of the bar, bitch.” the man spits back at you as he sizes you up. You bow up your chest as you step toward the guy, but before you can say a word, Sam is already in front of you, “You better watch your fuckin’ mouth.” Sam threatens as he steps up to the man, standing just about eye to eye with the man. “Only thing I’m gonna watch is your teeth hitting the floor, you little shit.” The man intimidates, his arm rears back and is thrown forward, Sam dodges just in time for another cowboy from your group to turn from the bar and right into that punch, his two beer glasses shatter to the floor but the cowboy doesn’t falter, he throws his own punch back, slamming into the silver haired man in the nose. The bar turns into a full on brawl, the cowboys versus the silver haired man’s posse. Sam is at your side in an instant, he jerks you by your wrist right before you could get tangled in the scuffle, pulling you out the front swinging saloon doors to your horses waiting out front, tied to the bars hitching post. He unties your horse, Houston, as well as his own chestnut horse, Red. You stumble to your horse, attempting to put your foot in the stirrup but you fall hard to the dirt with a laugh, you’re hammered. “Come on ya drunk.” Sam helps you up to your feet, leading you to his horse, hoisting you up with ease on the back of the saddle, ‘fuck he’s strong’, you think to yourself as you swayed in your seat. Sam ties your horse’s reins to the horn of the saddle of his own horse, allowing him to lead your horse.

Sam pulls himself up to sit in the saddle, the sound of breaking glass, shouting and gunfire as the fight in the bar turned up to ten, “You better not fall off or I’m leaving you where you land.” Sam informs as you lean up against his back, wrapping your arms around his waist, his hands pull you to hold on tighter, you hold on as tightly as you can without hurting him as Sam’s spurs command his horse to run, leading your horse alongside, heading back to the ranch. The cool wind on your face sobering you up, as does the feeling of being on the back of a speeding horse, but the warmth of Sam’s back through his shirt pulls you back to the comfort of the alcohol in your system. The best way to describe being on the back of a speeding horse is like being on a runaway train but having Sam anchoring you to the spot makes you feel as safe as could be. The wind in Sam’s long hair plays on your cheeks, tickling them as you ride through the dark of the night towards the ranch.

Sam pulls slowly at the reins signaling his horse to come to a canter as you two ride through the gates and down the path to the bunkhouses where you and the cowboys stayed. Small cabin-like homes lined up along the road as you came closer to your home, Sam slows you two to a walk as his horse tromps up the grass outside your house to your hitching post. “We’re home. You’re not dead back there are ya?” Sam asks, craning his neck to see you. You attempt to sit up with a groan of drunken irritation but end up nearly

falling backward off his horse, you end up back where you started, grinning widely as your cheek lands pressed against Sam’s strong back, he laughs at your level of drunkenness. “You gotta let go of me, I can’t sleep on a saddle, trust me, I've tried.” Sam jokes, his hands coming to yours wrapped around his waist, you had been holding your own wrist to give you a tight grip around Sam’s middle, his hands gently encouraging your hands to fall away. Sam slides down the side of his saddle and to the ground, boots hitting the grass with a thud. He puts his arms out to help you down, but with your drunk pride you ignored his help, you kick your leg over the saddle carefully, now in a side saddle position as you go to slide down the side but you trip over your feet when your boots hit the ground, sending you straight into Sam’s arms, falling against his chest. He catches you from falling, but he’s so close to you now, ‘his eyes are such a pretty shade of brown in the moonlight, so dark, much darker than the golden hue they have during the day’, you observe with a stupid grin and a chuckle at his proximity. “Careful there sunshine, you trying to start another bar fight knockin’ fellas over like that?” Sam jokes but his eyes don’t leave yours, the two of your smiles drop as you both look at each other, “Maybe I like causing trouble.” you push off his chest, and stagger back on your two feet, keeping eye contact with his dark brown eyes, turning away only to walk up the steps of your front porch. “I’ll see ya in the morning, cowboy.” you salute as you open your screen door, “Yeah I’ll take Houston up to the barn, you just sleep that tequila off, cowgirl.” Sam smiles, mirroring your goofy salute, walking off towards the barn, horses in tow. You entered your dark house, not bothering to light up a candle as you tugged off your boots, falling face first into your pillow. Your eyes flutter closed, the memory of Sam’s face in the moonlight played underneath your eyelids.

That next morning you were met with more than just one headache, the bar fight ended with the cowboys from the ranch getting corralled by the sheriff and his deputies, some pretty badly beaten in the fight, all hauled off to the drunk tank. You felt bad but worse when the cattleman informed you that they wouldn’t be released in time and some wouldn’t be fit to ride for this drive. So it was just you and Sam for the journey, miles and miles of open plains with an insufferable loud mouth and a whole week to never hear the end of how this was your fault. Luckily the job consists of the two of you riding up to another ranch, Silver Creek Ranch, to relieve an incoming cattle drive from out of state and their crew to bring that cattle back home. It's a job meant for at least ten men but that ranch will have to supply the other hands due to your saloon disaster. You and Sam load up your packs and provisions and hit the trail before noon. You can’t help but think about last night, what was that moment you two had outside of your place? It must be nothing, you were drunk, you probably read the situation all wrong, for god sake this was Sam?! He was more akin to saloon girls, not you, besides, Sam is the worst, he’s annoying, and he’s self absorbed. You knew all of these things, but why couldn’t you stop thinking of the smell of him through his shirt when you rode home last night?

The sun hung high and hot in the sky today, you tipped back your cantine of water, sipping the cool drink. This is just the first day of this leg of the trip, Silver Creek was a four days ride, plenty of time to think and clear your mind. “I hope that’s just water in there, sunshine.” Sam called from ahead of you, “I don’t wanna hear a word outta you about last night.” You snarled back, closing the lid of your cantine tightly. The heat and daylight was killing your head that was pounding underneath your hat, you tipped your Steson to shade your eyes from the light of the scorching sun. “You don’t wanna talk about how you were three sheets to the wind?” “No.” “Fine, just don’t puke like Gonzalez.” you rolled your eyes with a grin as you swayed with the rhythm of your horse's gait. The day was long and hot, Sam filled the air with old bar songs and stories you never even asked to hear, all about his brothers you’d never met, but at least he could provide some sort of entertainment. The sun on your horse was making you hot too, his black coat only pulled more of the heat to radiate against your legs. The sun against your back had you sweating something awful, you unbutton your shirt revealing most of your bra and torso, glistening with sweat from the heat, you took your hat off and fanned yourself, the cool air felt incredible on your hot skin. Sam eyed you from the side, he had fallen behind, catching up to get a better look. “You alright? Not gonna die of a heat stroke are ya?” Sam asked with real concern in his voice, looking at you like you had lost your mind. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed Sam, but it's hot as hell out.” you shot back as you ran your hand through your hair, getting the sticking strands out of your face. “Besides, I don’t have to worry about prying eyes from those jackass cowboys back home. I’m not bothering you, am I Sammy?” you fluttered your lashes at him with that nickname you had never used before and wanted to test the waters. Was last night all in your head or did he remember that moment too? Sam’s mouth opened and stuttered searching for an answer, “N-No it’s fine! I’m fine! Fine with me!” He smiled widely but his eyes were full of nervous energy, trying to compose himself. Sam didn’t like not knowing what to say, he never had issues with the women at the saloons, so why did this make him so awkward? You smirked looking at the horizon, he cleared his throat, “There's a creek coming up here in a few miles, we can camp there tonight.” “Yeah, it’s starting to get close to the evening’ anyway.”

The two of you reached a pretty serene spot near the edge of the creek, a few tall oak trees allowed you some shade and wood for a fire, plush with green grass, a perfect place to make camp for the night. You and Sam got to the task of unsaddling the horses, knowing damn well they’d be happy to rest and drink from the creek and wander about for a while. Sam set up both of your separate tents while you got to work on a stew over the fire. Adding the freshly cut onion, carrots and potatoes to the boiling pot when you hear a splash from behind you. You turn to see both horses looking in the direction of the creek too when a head pops up from the water. “You scared the hell outta me! I thought you fell in!” You shout walking to the water's edge, your boot stepping on something soft stops you dead in your tracks. A pile of Sam’s clothes. “Oh…” you said in dismay as you looked at Sam in the water, pushing his long wet hair out of his face, he chuckled at your reaction. “Like you said, it's hot out.'' He splashed at you, the water barely making it to wet your boots. “I thought you were making camp?” “It's all set! How’s supper comin’?” “Boiling away!” “Then come on in, the water's fine!” He shouted back, you stared down at your boots, at the water Sam splashed you with. “Bring me that bar of soap from my pack will ya? I’m sure you could use a good scrubbin’ from that heat today, I don’t want to be stuck with your stink tomorrow.” He was good at being very convincing, you were hot and that water looks mighty cool and refreshing. “Fuck.” you let out an exasperated sigh, heading to his pack to grab the soap. You white knuckled the bar as you walked over to the edge of the creek, took in a breath as you looked at Sam, eyeing you from the water. “Fine, but don’t look!” you shouted across the creek, pointing a finger at him. “Ha! Don’t flatter yourself. What am I supposed to do then?” “I don't know! Enjoy the scenery?” “Not the scenery I’d like to be enjoying.” Sam whispered to himself as he turned away, too far away for you to hear.

You made your way out of your button down, toeing off your boots and tugging your pants down, all the while keeping an eye on the back of Sam’s head to ensure he kept his promise. You took a deep breath before finally taking off your bra and underwear, the cooler evening air blew softly against your body. The breeze made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire, as you stepped into the creek, the cool water felt good on your aching body. You held onto the soap as you swam to Sam, the ripples in the water signaled to him you were close to him now. “Here.” you said almost shyly as you handed him the bar, he went to turn to take it from you. “Don’t look!” you squealed as he squeezed his eyes shut, “I’m not gonna look! You're the one who said-” “I didn't say to turn around!” You splashed at him, a smile wide across his face, “Okay fine, I’ll close my eyes and you can hand me the soap, okay?” “Okay.” you agreed as you timidly swam up beside him. Just the look of him like this was beautiful, the golden glow against the sunshine on his skin, you never really noticed what a beautiful body Sam had, then again, he did always have his shirt almost always undone when he was working in the summer months and you hate to admit that you’ve been caught by him a few times staring at him. But here he was, so toned and muscular, ranching does a body good. His jawline is sharp and well defined, his eyes peacefully closed, long hair wet and wild even though he’s tried to fix it from his dip in the creek. You put out your arm, tenderly grabbing his arm to keep you from having to wade through the water since you couldn’t touch the creek floor like Sam. He jumps at the contact, “Hold out your hand.” you request him and he does so, you rest the bar of soap in his hand and swim to be behind him.

“You can open your eyes.” you inform him as you lay back to float in the water, wetting your hair and enjoying the calm of the creek and the beautiful sunset over the trees. The two of you in a comfortable silence as you both wash the day away. “Your turn.” Sam says holding the bar in the air, you swim over to him, “You can turn around, I can’t really reach the bottom here.” you tell him, your head just bobbing above the surface. “You sure?” Sam asks nervously, “Yeah, pretty sure you can’t see much of me anyway.” You assure him letting him turn around, you can tell he’s hesitant but you smile at him as he hands you the soap. “I’m gonna get out and get dressed, pretty sure I can smell supper is about done, I’ll go check.” Sam says but he’s glued to his spot, just like how he was last night. You give him a smile as you look into his golden brown eyes, he just gives you a small smirk, “I’ll leave you a towel by the waters edge.” he whispers timidly as he swims away. You smile to yourself as you wash your body, you can’t help but giggle to yourself knowing you saw Sam blush before swimming back to shore.

You make your way to the edge of the water, it is incredibly shallow so you peek up to see a mostly dressed Sam at the fire with his back to you, clad only in pants, stirring the stew in the cast iron pot in the fire, sipping from the ladle. You reach your towel Sam had left you and wrap yourself tightly in its warmth as you make your way to your tent to change into fresh clothes, fetching your warm comfy poncho and pants. Soon you emerge to take a seat by the fire close to Sam as he ladles you a bowl of stew. “Look at you, all bright, shiny and new, hm?” Sam smiles as he hands you your portion, “Yeah, I feel like a whole new woman.” You grin back at him, shaking your hair dramatically behind you. You outstretch your hands, receiving the comforting warm bowl. “I told you it’d be fine, I don’t bite.” “No, but Houston does.” you smirk looking up over Sam’s shoulder, your horse huffing out next to him. “Son of a bitch!” Sam nearly spills his hot stew all over himself as he jumps from the sudden presence of the nearly thousand pound animal beside him. You chuckle out a hearty laugh from his shock, “Ugh, you gotta get a bell on that thing!” He shouts, calming down from the scare as Houston walks away to a much more interesting spot of grass to munch on. “Don’t be mad because you know my horse is faster than yours.” “Have you always been such a snob?” Sam laughs and takes a spoonful of stew to his lips. “Snob?!” You exclaim in utter confusion. “Yeah you always talk down on Red all because he’s a quarter horse.” “I can’t help it that Arabians are just better.” “He’s a fine horse, he’s nothing special.” Sam rolls his eyes, popping a bite of potato in his mouth. “Arabians were bred for war! They’re faster and have more endurance than your quarter horse!” “They’re race horses!” “Yeah, not work horses-” “Uh huh, they can out run any other horse within a quarter of a mile! They start fast and are easier to stop!” Sam interrupts you with such an intensity you can only laugh at him, arguing over horses.

“You will never convince me otherwise, Kiszka.” you smile as you slurp up your stew. “Red is the one that got your drunk ass home yesterday before you had the chance to get shot, ya know why?” he points his finger at you inquisitively, you roll your eyes as you look at him, already knowing what he’s going to say. “Because he’s fast?” “Because he’s fast!” he shouts, raving with a huge smile like a lunatic. “I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree, then.” you compromise, taking another bite of your dinner. The two of you chatted like this for a while, it was nice, even if he was a bit stubborn but then again, so are you.

The sun goes down leaving you chilled even through the fabric of your poncho, you take a deep breath, breathing in the scent of the material. You and the rest of the cowboys including Sam had to go down through Mexico for a drive once and you didn’t expect that the night would have been so cold in the desert of Chihuahua that Sam gave you the poncho he had just bought when you were in the market that day. He had told you not to mention it, he said he just couldn’t sleep hearing your teeth chatter but you knew well enough, no cowboy would go out of his way like that for you, no other cowboy besides Sam. “Glad to see you’re still enjoying my poncho.” Sam smirks to himself as you hold it tighter to yourself, “Yeah I take it on every ride now.” you smile at him. “Well, I was looking very much to wearing that, looks better on you though.” he unscrews his flask and tips it back, wincing slightly at the taste. You blush heavily at his compliment, those don’t come easily from Sam. You yawn and give a bit of a stretch, “Well, me and my poncho here are gonna hit the hay.” You tell him as you stand, he follows you to the tents. “Yeah, me too. Big day tomorrow and all.” He says awkwardly as you both stand outside of your respective tents. The two of you just look at each other and smile, he looks like he’s thinking of what to say but nothing comes out, the air hot with tension, stronger than the night before. You look at how far his tent is and you start to wish it was just a bit closer to yours, his hair blowing gently off its resting place from the wind, how you wish that it was your hand that brushed it away from his shoulder. You snap back to reality as the wind whips your hair against your cheek, “Goodnight, Sam.” You whisper as you turn to open the flap of your tent, “Goodnight.” He simply says, smiling an almost disappointed smile at you. You fall to your sleeping bag, rolling over to stare at your tent's ceiling. “I’m an idiot.” you breathe into the silence of the clothed shelter. Sam fucking Kiszka? This was who you were losing sleep over? You couldn't believe it. He’s such a prick? But the way his skin glowed under the sunset, the water glittering light all over his body, his golden skin, the beautiful outline of his jaw. What would have happened if you let him open his eyes?

The next morning comes and you can’t help but feel anxious to get going, you need to do something to get your mind off of that damn smile Sam gave you last night. What did he want to say? What would you have said? You make yourself busy by rolling up your sleeping bag and packing up to leave. “Good morning, sunshine.” Sam smiles at you from his place next to the small fire, pulling the coffee kettle out of the hot coals. “You made coffee?” you asked, blinking in the daylight. “Yeah, figured you’d be in need of some pep in your step this morning. I’ve been up for a while, didn’t really sleep last night.” he slipped out, your breath hitched in your throat at this confession. “Oh? Really, why?” You prodded, wondering if it was the same reason you had trouble calming your own mind. “Uh, nothing, just couldn’t turn my brain off I guess.” he laughs out, only confirming to you your suspicions. You just smile to yourself as he hands you a tin cup of piping hot black coffee, not your favorite but it gets the job done.

The two of you finish packing and head out on the horizon ahead. The heat is almost just as bad as yesterday, you watch as you see Sam riding high on Red, letting the reins rest in his lap as he plays with his long hair, tying it up in a bun, messy and careless. It's gorgeous. The way he leans his head back, eyes closed, the protrusion of his adam’s apple stunning as his neck is on full display, a denim pearl snap shirt billowing in the breeze, a short necklace of some brown stone rests just below his beautiful collar bones, glistening with sweat. You can feel your mouth hanging open, it’s almost as sinful as him being naked in that creek yesterday. You shake your head of your thoughts as you stare back at the land ahead of you.

“Aren’t you hot?” He asks you, fixing some of the remaining pieces of hair dangling in his face and picking the reins back up. “Oh yeah it’s a scorcher.” You say in a way that doesn’t sound like you are trying and failing at calming your racing heart. “I promise I won’t judge you for unbuttoning your shirt like you did yesterday. I think it’s probably a bad idea to stay so buttoned up like that, you could get a heat stroke. I have some more water too if you’d like?” Sam offered kindly, you just shook your head. “No, I’ve got plenty of water. But, uh, yeah even this white shirt is making me hot.” You acknowledge, your fingers undo your shirt, this time unbuttoning it all the way, and tying the shirt around your waist, your skin automatically cooler now that it's been freed from the stuffy material, save for your bra. You smile at Sam, now that both of you were nearly at the same level of skin exposed. This area wasn’t as fertile with trees or greenery, making the surrounding area so much more brutal. You dodged a fair few snakes and weaved past cacti to get through the desert. The breeze picking back up allowed you to put your shirt back on, carrying on as you made your way deeper into the sandy waste land. The expanse of the desert was vast, the unending nature of the surrounding red dirt, boulders and mountain ranges was beautiful but the heat was infinite. The sun was making its way down and the two of you had to stop for the night.

The heat hadn’t even subsided in the night, the worst kind of weather to sleep in. You and Sam set up a fire as your nails scratched at the itching skin of your shoulder. “Ugh, fuck me.” You groaned in disappointment pushing the fabric of your shirt past your shoulder, “Ha, you’ll have to ask nicer than that.” Sam laughed as he snapped a stick over his knee, “What?” Your eyes shot wide as you looked up at him, “N-no, I got sunburned.” You explained as you could feel the heat of the irritated skin on your hand as you touched your shoulder, wincing at the feeling. “Let me see.” Sam walks over to you by the crackling fire, too dark now to see well from afar. “Ooh that’s a bad one.” He confirms as he moves your hair off of your shoulder for a better inspection. “Yeah it hurts like hell.” you complain. Sam lays a blanket out on the dusty hard desert ground. “I have just the trick to remedy your pain there cowgirl.” He smiled as he pointed a finger to you. “What is it? Whiskey?” You joked doubtfully at Sam’s idea, “That too, but no. Come take a seat.” he instructs, gesturing to the blanket. The full moon was so perfectly lit for the occasion, allowing you more vision rather than just the light from the fire alone. You take Sam’s hand as he helps you onto the blanket below, you smile at the feeling of his hand in yours. “Such a gentleman.” You jest with a sweet and uppity accent as you take your seat on the covered floor. “I have my moments.” He says, mirroring your tone, fluttering his lashes at you, he turns to grab his pack near his tent, pulling out his flask, he unscrews the lid and takes a gulp, exhaling harshly from the taste of the whiskey. “Here, I think you’ve earned it.” he smirks as he extends the flask to you, you take the silver flask from him, your fingers grazing his own as you receive it, making you nervous for no reason. You take a shot of the whiskey, you exhale a sigh of relief from the taste and the warm feeling it brings as it slides easily down your throat. “Gimme just a second.” He adds, wandering off to the edge of your camp. He walks over to a spiky plant and pulls out his knife, slicing off a piece of it. He makes his way back to you, taking a seat on the blanket across from you, crossing his legs to match your own position, “Let me see your sunburn?” Sam asks kindly, the blue of the moonlight on one side of his face while the other half of him is lit by the warm glow of the fire, he looks stunning. The butterflies in your stomach stir as you undo your shirt for him, he puts his hand on yours, “You don’t have to take the whole thing off if you don't want to?” he voices, concerned to make you uncomfortable. “No, it's fine, I mean you’ve seen me before, besides, it's medicine right?” You assure him, he was right though, you had been in your bra twice now in front of him, but he was farther away and it wasn’t this intimate. Your heart flutters at his kindness, so worried he would make you upset. You nod at him, he takes his hand away, you almost miss his touch as you continue to unbutton your top. You wince as the shirt unsticks from your body, Sam slices the plant in half longways, he peels the thing apart, it’s slick and slippery looking. “What is it?” “Aloe Vera.” he says, taking the open plant in his hand, setting the other half on the blanket. “I’ll have to rub the stuff on your sunburn.” He informs you, suggesting that you readjust how you’re sitting. You turn around, facing away from him, giving him full access to your shoulders and back, his fingers brush your hair off your shoulders and to the side, you're glad that you’re no longer facing him because you can feel your face glow with blush.

“Oh yeah it’s pretty red.” “I always get sunburned on my shoulders, that's where all of those freckles came from.” You explain, you’ve always loved the freckles on your shoulders, it was a beautiful reminder that pretty things come from pain. “I like your freckles, I saw them yesterday when we were in the creek.” He says fondly, “They’re pretty.” He breathes, almost to himself but you catch it and grin widely. He takes his hand and rubs the aloe smoothly across your reddened skin. You shiver from the chill that runs down your skin at the contact of the cold plant. “Sorry, it’s cold, it’ll help cool down your skin, it should help take the heat out.” He explains as he slowly goes over the nape of your neck and to your other shoulder. “Where did you learn this from?” You inquire, holding your hair in your hands to keep it out of his way, you braid it absentmindedly, trying to find something to do with your hands while you try to imagine how he must be looking at you. “A very kind senorita down in Juarez, I had a pretty bad sunburn, so bad I could hardly put my pants on.” “Yeah I bet she didn’t mind that.” You chuckled under your breath, “Ha, no she did not.” He smiled fondly. “Do you mind pulling these down?” Sam asks sweetly as his finger hooks under the strap of your bra and runs it up, the back of his finger running against your warm skin. You shudder a breath at his cool skin in such an enticing way, “Um, yeah, it’d probably be easier to just take it off.” You add, the garment was too tight on your shoulders and the fear of it scraping against the tender skin would be too much. “A-Are you sure?” “Yeah Sam, it’s fine, I’m facing this way anyway, it’ll be just like in the creek, remember?” You reassured him as your fingers go to the clasp on your back but are met by Sam’s hands. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” he offers gently as his fingers masterfully unclasp the material, easing the straps down your shoulders gently, as to not hurt you. You let the material fall away from your body, discarding it near you. Sam lays his hands gently on your shoulders, letting the heat be absorbed into his palms. You let out a moan of relief, it's low and guttural and drags into the air, the feeling of his cool touch working the aloe into your skin feels incredible. Sam’s ears perk up at the sound, it catches him off guard but the sound is so delicious to his ears that he keeps going, “You like that?” he asks in a lower register, softer than how he was speaking before. “Oh fuck yes Sam, God that feels so good.” you can’t help yourself, it's such an incredible feeling, the relief in his touch is intoxicating. Sam comes closer to you, the sound of his name from your voice is enough to have his blood pumping. His hands are slower as though he’s drinking in the feeling of your skin underneath his touch, he’s never touched you like this before, so tender and sweet.

The feeling of nervousness in your stomach is all but dissolved, Sam’s hands massaging your body makes the flame in you burn so hot, you can feel the weight of your nerves fall away, making you feel bolder than anything else. “Sam?” “Yeah?” the two of you whisper, as though the two of you would break this moment with too loud of a sound. “I think you’ve massaged it all in.” You say, peaking over your shoulder at him, his face lit by the moonlight. “Oh, yeah I guess I have.” he says as though he too didn’t realize. “You don’t have to stop.” You say with a seductive tone, “Oh?” He asks, “I like it, feels nice.” you say with a smile, giving him a look through your lashes. His hands resume, fingers running over your bareskin. “You’re so warm.” he whispers, “Your cool hands make it feel so much better.” you moan out, his hands feel so delightful all over your body. Sam’s hands begin to massage over your back, up your sides, up your arms, slowly and deliberately. “You have a bad case of wandering hands, Sam?” you tease at him, leaning into his touch. His hand snakes up your shoulder and your neck, he leans into your ear, his hair brushing over your own shoulders. “I don’t see you complaining about it, do I cowgirl?” his voice rasps sinfully in your ear. The warmth between your legs growing, your whole body is humming with the sensation. “Are you suggesting I want to fuck you Sammy?” You ask, leaning into his touch, tilting your head towards his face. “I think it’s quite obvious darlin’.” Sam says, leaning forward and pressing his lips on your sunburned shoulder. Your heart feels like it's about to pound right through your ribcage, “Well then I hope you got the hint.” You push back, turning your head so you can look right at him. The two of you make eye contact, the air is thick with tension, thicker than it's ever felt before, you’ve reached a boiling point. He makes the move first, his hand still on your neck, pulling you closer to him, finally planting a kiss to your lips. His lips are soft, warm and full, the smell of whiskey on his breath excites you as his tongue passes your lips. His kiss is dominating and feels so good as you just surrender to him.

His hands snake around your sides, grazing across your torso and laying softly on your waist, he breaks the kiss and leans into the shell of your ear “Is this what you were thinking about in the creek yesterday?” he whispers, the feeling sends a tingle down your neck and spine. “Did you think about what it would be like to feel my hands around you when you took your clothes off and swam to me?” His hands run up your sides, dull fingernails sliding up your body, the feeling of the cool night air, Sam’s gravelly voice and his touch hardening your nipples and exciting your skin all over. “I didn’t think you’d have the guts to do it.” You tease him, hoping to push his ego in your favor. “You don’t think I haven’t seen the way your hips roll back and forth when you ride?” He asks as his hands fall to hold your hips tight, making your back arch against him at the feeling of his grip. “The way your breasts bounce when your horse runs, especially when you unbuttoned your shirt yesterday, trying to get my attention.” He says as he brings his hands up to your breasts, squeezing them softly. You gasp at the sensation of his hands, you can’t help but look at his large hands, those gorgeous veins running all across the tops of his skillful hands. You watch as he sweetly massages them, “Worked, didn’t it?” You say slyly at him, watching him work at your chest, “I’ve been thinking of you cowgirl, I just wanted to have you all to myself.” He says as he attaches his lips to your neck, his hands wander down to your pants, “Do you want this too?” He asks before attempting the buckle on your pants, “More than anything.” You answer back, smiling at his still gentleman-like question, he wanted to know you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

His hands work at the fastening on your belt, undoing it and pulling down your pants, you help as you take your boots off and work the pants down your knees, leaving you only in your underwear. He’s still behind you, you lean to sit up against him, his hard body, so muscular and strong against your bare back. “So beautiful like this, with the moon on your skin.'' he says as one hand slides up to your neck while the other rests just above your panties. “So delicate.” he breathes against your ear as he peaks over your shoulder to watch as he slips a hand down over your underwear. You both watch as he places his fingers over your clothed pussy, you take in a soft breath of surprise of the feeling, his warm fingers send a beautiful feeling up your body. The warmth of your arousal presses through the material and onto Sam’s fingertips. “So wet for me already darlin’?” He smiles against your cheek, giving you a kiss on your blushing skin, he watches your expression as he dips his hand into your underwear. Your eyes fluttering as you breathe in a deep but shaky breath, lips part as a breathy moan escapes them. Sam works to etch that memory into his brain, to hold onto that reaction for forever. “You look so pretty when I touch you.” His voice rattles against his throat, his voice like this is so rough and sexy, it only makes you want him more. He slips his fingers between your folds, collecting your arousal as he slides his fingers up. “Oh baby doll you are soaked.” He smiles, you hook your fingers around your underwear and slide the garment down your legs, discarding it with the rest of your clothes, giving him full access to your body. You open your legs wider for him, he slides his fingers up and rolls his fingers over your clit, you moan out at his touch, back arching as he tightens his hold on your neck slightly, the vibrations from your voice against his palm sends a feeling down to his cock, having you under his touch like this, so submissive, so out of character from your strong willed nature. “No one around baby, just you, me, and the desert.” He whispers against your ear, warm breath fanning across your neck. His fingers work in a perfect circle over your clit, begging for more. “Let the desert hear how good you feel.” Sam’s voice says as he moves his hand from your neck to your breast, giving you full permission to be as vocal as you pleased. He slips his fingers into you, “So tight.” “Fuck, Sam.” You moan at the feeling of his presence between your legs. He squeezes your breast in his hand, his lips kissing your neck as the pace of his fingers find a steady rhythm. You rest your head against him, laying softly on his shoulder, you snake a hand behind his head, nails softly scratch at his scalp as you take a fistful of his hair, desperate to hold onto something that will make you feel grounded to the Earth.

His fingers find a faster pace, curling up into a scrumptious ‘come hither’ motion, brushing against your sweet spot and your hips buck instinctually, you moan out his name, he feels incredible. His fingers don’t slow down, the way you’re breathing and the steady flow of his name strung along with the occasional swear is a good indication you’re nearing your peak. Your grip on his hair tightens, as you pull him to you to kiss him, it's a hot and needy kiss, full of desperation from both sides. You are putty in his hands as he pumps his fingers into you, his hand on your breast falls away and comes to your clit. You break the kiss as you throw your head back, “S-Sam, I’m-” “Cum for me darlin’.” he says, allowing you to fully let go. The coil in your stomach releases its tight hold as your legs spread wide and your eyes squeeze closed as your body is wracked by your orgasm. “Ride my fingers baby, let it all go.” He whispers directly into your ear, working you through your climax, you obey his command as you rock back and forth on his fingers, his voice alone could have brought you to this very spot. Sam slowly stops his hands as you twitch beneath him, careful to not overstimulate your body. “Such a good girl for me.” He smiles, pushing another kiss into your neck.

You have to take a moment to catch your breath, the stars are so clear tonight, you feel like you must be in heaven. You turn to finally be face to face with him, he brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking on them until they pull away clean. “You taste beautiful, darlin’.” His eyes dark with lust as he practically moans out the words, making you so much wetter. He’s still completely dressed and the whole time you rode through your orgasm you couldn’t help but think of the way his body looks under that denim shirt. The sight of you must be otherworldly the way Sam is staring at you, naked and on your knees in the middle of the desert with the moon over head and the firelight beside you, face flushed and eyes wide, lips parted with a grin that says, ‘come and take me’. You crawl over to him on all fours, your hands on his thighs, his lips are just a kiss away. “You better fuck as good as you look, Sammy.” you tease, the tone in your voice is dominating but you want him to take control of you, full control. “That was just a hint of what’s to come, sweetheart. You think you can take it?” “I’d like to see if you could try to tame me, baby.” You taunt back, his eyebrow lifts slightly as a smirk plays on his lips, accepting your challenge with a kiss. It’s different from the kiss you shared with him earlier, it’s slower, it feels so much more intimate. You sit up, holding his face in your hands as you make your way to sit on his lap, wrapping your legs around him and grabbing a fistful of hair as you make yourself comfortable on top of him. He groans against your kiss, the feeling of your naked body sitting in his lap. You grind your hips down on him, rolling back and forth to get some friction to relieve the tension building between your legs again. His hands gently scratches down your back, he settles his arms tightly around your waist. The kiss soon becomes hotter and heavier as you both are in need of the other, craving the feeling of him again. You take his bottom lip between your teeth, gently pulling when a guttural moan rolls up through his throat. The sound makes you grin a devilish smile, releasing the hold on his lip you pull away to look down at his pearl snap shirt, buttoned up too much for your liking, you take both hands and pop the snaps open, exposing that perfectly sculpted torso clad in golden tanned skin. “Fuck, you really need it bad huh, baby?” Sam says, head tilted up to look at you, you can only nod in response, that all too familiar grin on his face. “Let me take care of you then.” He says, slipping the shirt off his shoulders, he leans into your body, taking one of the nipples on your plump breast in his mouth. You gasp at the sensation, his other hand taking up your other breast, playing with the mound of flesh, squeezing roughly. “Fuck Sam.” You groan as you let your head fall back in pleasure as Sam lightly bites down on the hardened bud in his mouth, licking up where he had bitten.

“I need to feel you.” Sam breathes against your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Then take me.” You punctuate by pulling his hair to tilt his head up, to make him look up into your eyes from his position beneath you. He moves one hand from your back to your thigh as he tightens his grip on you to pick you up and lay you down on your back on the blanket below. He holds himself over you to kiss you once more then retreats to unfasten his pants, he wastes no time getting back to you, leaving him in his underwear before you. His cock is strained against the thin fabric, the outline makes your heartbeat quicken, he was much bigger than you anticipated. You looked up at him with parted lips, open in awe as you stared up at him through your lashes. “You’re beautiful.” The words practically falling out of your mouth in a breathy voice. Sam smiled as he came down to kiss you, his hand cupping your jaw as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. His hardened erection pressed against your thigh as he kissed you, you lifted your leg just enough to apply a sweet amount of pressure against him, he moaned into the kiss, a sound you wanted to hear for all time. He finally slid his underwear off, revealing the full size of him in his hand. “Holy shit, Sam, please.” You sighed as he pumped his shaft a few times, “Tell me darlin’, what do you want?” He teased, your core ached for his presence. “You, Sam, I want you to fuck me. I need it bad.” You practically begged, but you didn’t care, you would have sold your own boots if it meant Sam would put you out of your misery and give you what you so desperately needed.

“I can fix that.” He said with a devilish smile, eyes rake over your awaiting body. He leans in close, holding himself over you, his hardened cock teasing your slit. You whine under him, he looks up at your eyes, your brows knit together, eager to take him inside you. “Please Sam.” You cry out, he looks you in the eyes as he slides himself slowly inside of you, inch by perfect inch. The two of you release shaky moans as you both become acclimated to the feeling of each other. “Mmm you feel so fucking good baby.” Sam moans out, his eyes closing in pure bliss as he rolls his head backward. “You’re so big.” You breathe, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of him deep inside you, buried to the hilt. “We can take it slow.” Sam assures, you blush at his thoughtfulness, he may be a gruff cowboy but deep down, he’s a big softie who really just wants to make you feel good. You grip at his hips, pulling him closer to you, signaling him to move. He comes to lean closer to you, kissing your neck to comfort you and push away any discomfort as he begins to thrust slowly. You moan as you rock back into him, the familiar feeling you had been missing out on for so long comes back, you couldn’t remember the last time you had been bedded like this, it took a bit of adjusting but you were back into the flow of him. You claw at his back, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer to you, allowing him to angle deeper inside of you, Sam picks up on your cues and increases his pace, bringing him to a delightful rhythm that has you mewling under him.

“Oh Sam.” you sigh at the feeling of him slamming into you, he’s gorgeous, the way his hair and pendant around his neck sway back and forth with his rhythm is hypnotizing. “You like that darlin’?'' he asks, his voice trembling slightly from his movement as he pounds into you. You can only bite down on your lip and nod to answer him. His grip on your hip is tight, keeping himself grounded to you. “I wanna ride you.” You manage to tell him, he looks at you with a grin as he sits up to hold both of your hips on his hands, you lock your ankles around him and your hands cling to his sides as he lays backward onto the blanket, propping you up on his lap without having to disconnect from him. His hair is splayed out over the blanket, a look of pure desire in his big brown eyes as he looks up at you, mouth parted open as he watches you above him. Your body lit by the blue of the big full moon that hangs over you, you place your hands on his chest, his own hands resting on your hips. You begin to rock yourself back and forth on top of him, he’s deep inside you now, this angle allowing him to be fully buried inside of you. You begin to bounce on top of him, your breasts heaving up and down, up and down as you feel how perfect his cock makes you feel. Sam’s hands run up your thighs and to your ass, squeezing tightly to the mounds of flesh in his hands. His hand rears back and spanks you on the ass, you gasp and smile wide, throwing your head back, his hand gripping tight on the muscle beneath his large hand, the warmth of his palm soothing the sting he had inflicted before. You can’t help but moan out his name, the look on his face was that of pure beauty and ecstasy, he’s stunning, glowing beneath you. The burning in your knees is worth it to feel him hitting your sweet spot like this. “You ride like a fucking angel.” he groans, his eyes closing from the feeling of you on top of him like this. You look up to the moon above you, something about this act under the sky makes you feel like the most human you have ever felt. You lean forward, knees aching from the position you were in, Sam senses your fatigue and grips your ass as he brings his knees up and starts to jackhammer up into you. “Oh fu-fuck.” You cry out into the night as you throw your head back, letting Sam take control, his hand makes his way to your clit, thumb running across it at a pace so perfect you know you’re close. “S-Sam, I’m so close-” “Me too.” He grunts out, eyes screwed closed as he focuses on his pace, you lean back into his thrusts, allowing him to slam into you so deeper and harder. “Fuck-” The words get caught in your throat as Sam’s digit runs over your clit faster. Then all at once, your orgasm hits you hard, harder than before, you clench around him, pulling Sam to his own climax. He’s a whining mess, gripping your thighs tightly as he cums deep inside of you. The sounds of your moans and curses drift into the desert air, floating up to the neon moon above you.

You lay on top of him, your legs quivering beneath you, the two of you gasping for breath. You press a sweet kiss against his neck, almost as a sign of thanks. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, taking in his warm scent, recalling the memory of that night on horse back when he took you home. “So what was that you used to say about hating cowboys?” Sam chuckled with a smile that you could hear in his voice. You sit up wearily and look into his sexed out eyes, “Maybe not all cowboys then.” you smile, planting a kiss on his lips. You roll over and lay next to him, he pulls you close, your head resting on his chest, his arm around your waist, thumb running softly against your skin. You both stare up into the constellations above, listening to the pitter patter of the not so tough cowboy’s heart, drifting to sleep as his fingers played with your hair. This trip may not turn out to be so bad after all.

Tag list:

@emmagvf @ageofstardust @dakotadovato @screechesincoherently @gretavankleep37 @strangeh0rizons

(Ily so much for wanting to be tagged 🥺)