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miyanom · 4 years ago

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DEVILS PARADISE (part one)

MASTERLIST | JEAN KIRSTEIN X FEM!READER

synopsis: growing up in marley, y/n learnt the devils of paradis are her greatest enemy. though they shared the blood running through her veins, their mere existence led to constant discrimination against y/n’s people. knowing all of this, y/n enlists in the marleyan warrior program; a program designed to turn eldians like herself into titan shifters. however, joining the program leads y/n to the devil’s paradise, and she realises the truth marley so desperately hid from them.

warnings: spoilers for season 4, blood and violence. reader has hair long enough to be tied up, but only in a flashback.

notes: i’m leaning toward this being a 5 part series at most with jean as the love interest, but i’m not too sure, it might be shorter or longer than that!

word count: 2506

"When you become a Marleyan Warrior, you'll make all of us proud here in Liberio, Y/N." Her mother spoke, pulling the child's hair back as she tied it with a crimson red ribbon. "You'll show them that we aren't like those island devils."

Her mother spoke with disgust as she mentioned the Eldian devils of Paradis. By now, Y/N knew to keep silent and agree with her mother about everything.

"You'll become one of the Warriors for me, won't you, Y/N?" She glanced down at her daughter, a stern expression on her face.

Y/N nodded her head, smiling up at her mother. "Of course."

It was a decision completely out of Y/N's hands, she could only train as hard as she could and hope for the best. But in her mother's eyes, the best just wasn't good enough. It was never good enough.

Looking back, Y/N could hear the words "this is the only way" repeating in her head over and over again until she began to agree with it too.

The only way for the Marleyans to see her family as just a little bit more human, was if Y/N were to become one of the warriors.

Earning that red band and becoming honorary Marleyans was the only way to be happy.

Y/N leaned against the wall of the courtyard her and the others in her Warrior training unit were waiting in. The tip of her shoe digging into the ground in front of her as she stayed buried within her thoughts.

With the previous warriors terms coming to an end, she had heard from the army that she was a prime candidate for one of the Titans, it was almost guaranteed at this point considering the Warrior unit had been narrowed down to the 8 of them.

But soon, one of them would be left behind, while the others are turned to Titan shifters.

“Did you guys hear? We’re attacking Paradis Island in just a few years,” Zeke spoke from where he was sitting, before chucking an apple in Marcel’s direction.

“Huh?” Y/N breathed out, raising her head to look over at the older man.

“It’s almost time for us to inherit Titans,” Zeke continued. “Out of the eight of us, they’re picking seven!”

Y/N looked back at the ground for a moment, the 10 year old’s shoulders becoming stiff. Yes, she was almost guaranteed to receive a Titan, but if something happened and she failed to earn the title of honorary marleyan’s for her family…

“Yes! I can finally be Marleyan!” Reiner spoke excitedly.

“Huh? Why so excited?” Porco glanced over at him. “If anyone’s the worst, it’s you.”

Reiner’s head snapped in the boy’s direction, his hands clenched into fists. “Excuse me?!”

“What’s your strong point?” Porco continued. “Your strength? Your brains? Your aim? Combat ability? Nope. The only value they see in you is your loyalty to Marley.”

Y/N kept her gaze off the two boys, knowing Porco was right. The only thing that made Reiner appealing to Marley was his unrelenting loyalty.

One day, that wouldn’t be enough.

“I’ll slaughter the island devils real good for you, sir!” Porco mocked.

Reiner stepped forward, grabbing Porco’s wrist, causing the boy to drop the apple he was holding. “You making fun of our mission?! Or maybe you’re a stray Restorationist?! You are, aren’t you?! I’ll report you to the Commander!”

“Report this, you little shit!”

When Y/N finally lifted her head, Reiner was already on the ground. And Marcel was holding his brother back from attacking the boy again.

“Hating the island doesn’t make you special!” Porco told him. “Have fun waiting 13 years alone!”

Knocking his brother away, Porco began to storm off, causing Zeke to finally stand up. “Let’s go, Pieck, Y/N.” He spared a quick glance at the girls standing near him.

Pieck, older by just a few small years, was much like a sister to Y/N. Looking out for her during their time in the program despite the fact they were possibly competing for a place.

The raven haired girl took Y/N’s hand, gently pulling her along to follow after Zeke. It was a habit Pieck had taken up after noticing Y/N’s tendency to space out when things got too quiet.

“Don’t cry too long or the Commander will chew me out,” Zeke called back to Reiner, who remained in the dirt.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder as Pieck continued to pull her along, her eyes falling onto Reiner as Bertholdt helped him onto his feet.

Becoming a Warrior was a privilege, Y/N knew that. But why would anyone want to shorten their life to a 13 year term dedicated to fighting Marley’s enemies?

Y/N didn’t want to die in 13 years, she’d rather take the hatred from Marley for the rest of her life, like many others had done before her.

If she had a choice, that was exactly what she would do. But it was too late now.

In a few years, she would be an official Marleyan Warrior, headed for the devil’s island to attack their self imposed century long quarantine.

Y/N’s eyes flickered up to the sky, as a bird flew overhead leaving her to wonder what the island devils were doing in this moment.

Did they really deserve what was coming?

The weeks leading up to Y/N being sent to Paradis all passed by in a blur, whether it was the shock of finally being an honorary Marleyan or the memories of the former host that kept her awake at night, Y/N wasn’t sure.

All she knew was that she was on Paradis Island, headed with Reiner, Annie, Bertholdt and Marcel to break through the wall that kept the devils safe from the Titans Marley had filled the island with over the past century.

Did they really deserve what was coming? Did they deserve it? Did they-

“Y/N, can you?” Bertholdt held the can in Y/N’s direction as he whispered.

Y/N carefully took the unopened can of food from his shaky hands, peeling it open before handing it back. She had been doing it for him the past few nights, his hands too shaky to even open a simple can as it came closer and closer to the day he would kick through the wall.

It couldn’t be easy being the successor for the Colossal Titan, a god of death.

“You alright?” Y/N questioned quietly, taking note of the fear in his eyes.

Bertholdt quickly averted his gaze, letting out a hum as he nodded his head.

He was always quiet like this, and Y/N found it oddly calming. It was a nice difference when compared to the louder members of their unit back in Marley.

It was nice because it reminded her of Pieck, who had stayed behind with Zeke to protect Marley while the others attacked Paradis.

“We didn’t cover much ground tonight,” Marcel commented as he poked at the fire with a stick.

“Can’t do much about the clouds.”

“Will the King really not use the Founding Titan, even if we break the wall?” Bertholdt asked, remembering what they had been told in preparation for their mission.

“What’s the use asking now?” Reiner glanced at him. “Trust Marley’s research.”

Y/N stares at the fire in front of her, one hand coming up to rest against her forearm, right where the material band showing her status would be sitting if she were back in Marley.

It felt weird to not have that constant reminder that she was nothing but Titan shifting scum.

“That’s right. We can’t turn back,” Marcel nodded. “Tomorrow, we reach the wall… and then…”

Y/N remained silent, a shaky breath falling from her lips. Right, tomorrow they would be breaking through the Wall. They’d come face to face with the people they were sent to kill.

It’s not like they haven’t done it before, they were sent to destroy an enemy base as part of their Titan training.

But those people had been actively trying to harm Marley… the devils hadn’t done that in over a century.

Reiner’s eyes scanned the group, a shocked expression painted over his face. “Huh? What? Are you having second thoughts about killing the devils? Have you forgotten what they’ve done?!”

Y/N hugged her legs close to her chest, refusing to look in Reiner’s direction or answer his question.

It was impossible to forget the sins of the Eldians, it had been drilled into their heads for years now, after all.

Reiner stood up quickly. “We’re the world’s chosen Warriors sent to punish the island devils!”

Marcel averted his gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“Reiner, I’m sorry. You were never meant to be chosen as a Warrior,” Marcel continued.

Y/N’s head shot in the boy’s direction, her eyes widened. She couldn’t say it was a surprise, no, Reiner was the weakest of the warriors in their unit.

Maybe it was a shock?

Marcel’s voice came out like it hurt him to finally admit it. “I talked you up and criticised my brother to influence their decision. I… just want to protect my brother.”

Tears began to fall from his eyes. “I’m sorry, Reiner… I’m sorry!”

Y/N turned to see Reiner’s frozen form, unmoving and engulfed by shock— it was the same thing he did when he watched Marcel get eaten by a Titan.

Frozen, unmoving, and engulfed by shock.

Y/N could still hear Marcel’s screaming, as the other warriors ran for their lives.

Her chest felt heavy as they finally came to a stop, her knees giving out beneath her as she fell to the grass. Teardrops falling against her clenched fists.

How long had she been crying for?

She couldn’t tell, not when she was too focused on escaping the mindless titan that devoured Marcel before their very eyes.

She choked back the sob that threatened to fall from her lips as she realised what they had done; they could’ve saved Marcel, they should’ve saved Marcel, but they ran.

And they lost the Jaw Titan.

Marley was going to kill them, they weren’t even going to reach the end of their 13 year term. They were going to die for failing the mission before even reaching the walls.

Would it even be worth it if they came back with the Founding Titan but not the Jaw Titan? They’d still be left with the same number as before.

Y/N’s eyes widened when she felt a hand press against her back, though she relaxed just slightly as she realised it was Bertholdt.

He looked just as terrified as her.

As Annie caught up to the group, she immediately kicked Reiner, causing the boy to start screaming as he moved away in fear.

“Not bad,” Annie spoke, her voice coming out almost breathlessly from the running. “This is a first. You actually beat me… in a long distance race…”

Y/N wiped her tears away as she pushed herself up, looking back in the direction they had come from.

“If we took out that Titan we wouldn’t have lost Jaw,” Annie told Reiner. “Shit! Now Marcel’s gone for good.”

“They said there wouldn’t be Titans this far out,” Reiner whispered.

“We’ve gotta go home,” Annie averted her gaze. “Let’s find Jaw and leave. They would’ve changed back to human. Besides, without Marcel to lead, this mission is doomed.”

“Do you… do you think they’ll just come willingly?” Y/N breathed out, still trying to catch her breath.

Though just as Y/N moved to follow Annie, Reiner began to yell. “We can’t!”

Y/N turned around, her eyes widening as Reiner held his outstretched hand in their direction. “We can’t go home! We’ve gotta continue the mission!”

“Oh, yeah…” Annie’s eyes narrowed in his direction for a moment. “If we go back now, you’ll just get eaten by the next Warrior.”

Reiner began nodding his head.

Y/N looked away from the boy, biting her trembling lip gently. Porco was the next warrior… he would see Reiner’s memories, see his brother getting eaten…

“You think only I will?” Reiner spoke up, causing the other three to turn back to him. “That only I’ll get the blame for running away? You guys are certain you won’t get eaten, too?”

Y/N swallowed the lump forming in the back of her dried throat, an uneasy feeling returning to the pit of her stomach as she stared at Reiner’s grim face.

“Catching Jaw won’t be easy either. If they used its power and ran, our titans could never catch up.”

“They can’t control it right after becoming-”

“You controlled the Colossal Titan, no problem!” Reiner cut Bertholdt off. “Anyways, we’re doomed at this rate! Without the Founding Titan, there’s no going home!”

He was right, Y/N realised. None of them could catch up with the Jaw Titan, and if they returned empty handed, they would all die.

“Back there, if you were a fraction as calm as you are now, we wouldn’t have lost Marcel or Jaw,” Annie stated. “But you’ve got no problem intimidating us to save your own ass, huh?!”

Walking back toward Reiner, she let out a shout as she kicked the boy in the face, sending him flying backward onto the ground.

“How about you come clean to Magath?! Tell him, “it’s all my fault!” Honorary Marleyan, my ass!” She shouted, continually kicking him over and over again. “Chosen warrior, my ass! Marleyans, Eldians! They’re all liars! Everyone only thinks about themselves!”

Y/N remained silent, knowing Annie was right. The predicament they were in now could’ve been avoided had Reiner remained calm back then.

Marcel died saving him, after all.

If Reiner had just sucked it up, if he just didn’t let what Marcel said get to him, they would’ve been long gone before the Titan even woke up from its slumber.

“Should we… should we stop her?” Bertholdt glanced at Y/N.

Y/N stared at Annie who kept kicking Reiner in her anger, before she looked to Bertholdt and shook her head. “Annie’s right.”

“If you feel guilty, just die! Take all the blame and die!”

With that, Annie began to walk away, leaving Reiner face first on the ground, blood pooling on the grass beneath his face.

A perk of being a Titan shifter was that they could all heal from wounds like that.

Y/N’s eyes widened as Reiner pushed himself up, jumping at Annie and holding her in a headlock. “Reiner is dead,” he spoke. “If we need Marcel, then I’ll be Marcel.”

Y/N’s throat went dry once more as she stared at Reiner in fear, her hands shaking at her sides.

“Please, stop this…” Bertholdt muttered, tears falling from his eyes as he watched.

“This is the only way we’ll be able to go back home!” Reiner kept his grip on Annie. “Let’s go back… together… to our hometown!”

#aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #jean kirstein x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #snk x reader

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hopefullystillatheatrestudent · 4 years ago

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this might be a weird thought but the way jensen performs masculinity (and i KNOW it’s a performance cause like, have you SEEN the mockumentary?) is just.... so inherently queer to me lmao

ok. okokokokokok. you asked for this. i have a LOT of thoughts on this. it’s gonna be under a cut because i’m gonna be annoying and psychoanalyse a celebrity i’ve never met(and hope i never do) but trust and believe when i tell you i know what i’m talking about so

you want my opinion? here goes. there is absolutely no way jensen ackles is straight. i hear you, ‘how do you know that he’s bi? that’s invasive and creepy’ but may i counter that point by saying how do you know he’s straight???? why is the default for everyone heterosexual? that’s a toxic mentality to have; ‘oh you don’t know for sure so just treat him like he’s 100% straight just in case’ like....what? heteronormativity drives me wild i’m sorry

and also, um, just to, um, prove my point that this man is decidedly not straight™(i really don’t want to do this but like it has to be said) we KNOW he’s not straight because his d*ck has spoken for itself around misha, like, four times. I HATE SAYING IT!!!!!!! but, um, straight men don’t get aroused by men. ...do i really need to explain myself further???? that’s what i thought(and don’t give me the ‘it could have been for unrelated reasons’ or ‘that wasn’t a boner!’ crap because um good lord yes it was and misha caused every single one so no it wasn’t a coincidence i’m gonna move on before i collapse into myself like a dying star)

anyway, on to the topic at hand which is jensen and his performative masculinity. and it’s a juicy one.

after the unconscious amount of hours i’ve put into watching and subconsciously judging jackles, i have come to the conclusion that like, 90% of how he presents himself and talks and even moves is an act. it’s a facade. it’s a shield. he is not that person. it actually seems exhausting, because he tries to compose himself in this macho, manly, confident and effortlessly cool way, but he’s not that person he desperately wishes he was and wants to be perceived as. he’s on guard every second, even the slightest tilt of his head is like, pre-meditated in some way? if i’m going FULL body language analyst mode, i’ve noticed he has a certain posture he always shifts himself into, and it’s very ‘pursed lips, stoic faced, gruff voiced, square-shoulder, broad and manly’ but, not to be rude jensen, it kind of reads as a little kid imitating the adults he thinks are cool? oof i am going IN huh(it’s out of love though i promise)

he is trying to be this person at every second:

because that’s who he wishes he was, because that’s how he gets validation from the people around him that he looks up to; straight white guys. but to me, who he presents himself to be at conventions is just as much of a performance as this whole eye of the tiger bit is.

oh i should mention i know his body language isn’t naturally like that because how he naturally carries himself is actually pretty flamboyant? like he seriously must be toning himself down HARD

examples:

there’s no tension in his body here as opposed to the eye of the tiger gif. i’d describe it as...generally loose and free? he’s at ease when he moves like that and you can see it.

oh and dude!!! DUDE!!!! how could i not mention the fucking SPECTACLE that is his voice??? jensen. i watched season one. i know where your voice naturally sits. THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU SOUND LIKE. and there have been so many accounts of fans visiting jensen in his trailer and being surprised that his real voice is two octaves higher. again, his performance of masculinity is all encompassing. he can’t even talk normally because, in his mind, that’s a chink in his armour.

and, like you said, anon, this whole smokes-and-mirrors gong show of ‘i am the cool texan man’ is inherently queer. who are you trying to impress??? guys??? that’s pretty gay dude.(btw: gay[honorary])

i feel like i’ve already read this man for filth but i have to keep going bc i have so much to say

ok next thing i’m gonna talk about is how jensen says one thing but everything else about him tells us the exact opposite. another HUGE element of performative masculinity, ONE THAT DEAN WINCHESTER IS A MASTER OF. have i mentioned how dean and jensen are like mirrors of each other when it comes to their sexuality and queer identity??? because it is fascinating how everything i say about jensen also directly applies to dean.

allow me to introduce the grumpy face™. as in, the face he glues on when he’s enjoying doing something but doesn’t want to let anyone know it. and it’s ALWAYS when he’s doing something that could be seen as unmanly in any way. (and when i say manly i mean the ‘ideal’ version of manhood that doesn’t really exist but that jensen seems to be striving for[and dean too])

prime example is this video he did with daneel. the grumpy face™ doesn’t budge the whole time as he’s like,,,,playing an instrument and acting like he doesn’t want to bc i guess that’s too girly??? but i also find this video fascinating because the joke IN it is kind of that they’re both poking fun at him for being so insecure about playing a freaking flute. because, i mean, he gets into it, but he wants you to think he is not.

also this picture.

what is this. i hate them. jensen is smushing himself into misha’s forehead but noooo his face is telling us ‘i hate this’ because CLEARLY he does. also misha’s so happy ew gross

he does that face in photo ops with misha ALL THE TIME but how many times has he also literally asked the con goers if he can also have those photos on his phone too? because of course he actually loves touching misha and is actually a sentimental fool but he tries so hard to hide it and fails so spectacularly.

oh and this. and of COURSE this. actually let’s talk about the hitch kiss for a hot minute because it’s a perfect example of exactly what i’m talking about

(he is so transparent guys. he tries so hard but he’s so obvious.)

1. misha was never supposed to be onstage with him. so it’s a boldface LIE and OBVIOUS PLOY TO GET MISHA TO KISS HIM when he says ‘they’d like us to make out now’. but of course the way he says it is ‘oh my god can you believe what these crazy panel people are making us do haha but i mean what they say goes amirite’. same energy as ‘oh my god did you just dare us to kiss rn???’ ‘....no i didn’t’ ‘oh my god i can’t believe you’d ask that haha but i can’t say no to a dare lol’ it’s the SAME THING

2. the fact that he was in the worst mood before misha came onstage and FAKE KISSING HIM made him feel...SO?? much better? like not just a little better a lot better like, again, that says a lot, because if they weren’t dating he would not be in a better mood if misha kissed his cheek unprompted. bc that cheek kiss wasn’t a joke it was a genuine sign of affection and AHHHH

3. after the kiss happens. you know, the one that jensen actively leans into and is smiling like an idiot the whole time through and is quite clearly having the time of his life during....he says ‘well, that was uncomfortable’. .......my guy. um. i don’t know how to tell you that i do in fact have eyes and you are NOT pulling the fast one you think you are

like i’m so sorry jensen but i have you pegged. it’s literally no use.

god there’s so many instances of him doing this with misha specifically. the whole ‘ew gross lol’ but then everything about him tells us the exact opposite. like this(i hate this. how dare he say ‘he has though, hasn’t he?’ LIKE THAT?????)

so yeah my point with that is he really wants us to think he is one thing when he is the antithesis of what he’s trying to be. he really likes those things that he talks down about, and everything he’s loudly projecting is all to hide how he really feels. he went to a gay bar with daneel, for crying out loud. he wants to play a role in drag. he’s queer and he likes it. pov: you’re jensen ackles train of thought: ‘ok so i really like this thing that people might make fun of me for or call me gay for liking so if i just say ‘lol as if’ and make a grossed-out face they will be FOOLED. i am a genius. hey misha wanna blow on my ear lol i meAN GROSS EW’

i have two more things i want to talk about when it comes to this topic so PLEASE bear with me anon this is why you took so long to answer clearly lmao

ok so we’re now going to go over my favorite hot take of all time. which is ‘how do we know dean’s performing masculinity? because sam isn’t.’ only replace dean with jensen and sam with jared and oh my god do we ever have a case

jared is as STRAIGHT as they come. he is secure in that knowledge. and that’s why he is perfectly comfortable treating misha like this:

and not try to scream ‘i am not enjoying doing this!!!!!!’ at us. because he doesn’t care what we think of his sexuality like jensen does(because he has nothing to hide whereas jensen DOES)

something i found the other day that no one has brought up but i SCREAMED upon finding it is this one clip THAT I CAN’T FIND OH GOD but i promise i’m not making it up. i can’t believe i can’t find it guys it is gold. i need need NEED to talk about it. and if anyone knows what i’m referencing and can apply links in any way i will love you forever but here’s what happens off the top of my head:

ok so i’m a bit too braindead to explain it perfectly but um basically it’s a j2 panel and someone brings up magic mike and i think jared says ‘yeah i didn’t watch it’ and then jensen says ‘all the way through’. stupid joke. whatever. the joke is that jared is gay for watching magic mike.

and then i literally kid you not. jared gets this like ‘jesus christ ok dude? lol’ look on his face and then goes ‘projecting much, mr. ackles?’ and jensen gets a guilty look on his face and walks away. and jared did not say it as a joke. he was being dead pan and earnest. and jensen knew it too, he knew he was projecting. i wish i could show you guys the clip i promise if i ever find it i’ll link it but IS THAT NOT SO DAMNING FOR JENSEN????? like come ON. also proves my point that when you compare how they feel about watching magic mike. jared doesn’t care bc watching it just doesn’t interest him, but he also thinks that just watching it in itself doesn’t make you gay. jensen however.......has a different mindset, clearly.

‘projecting much, mr. ackles?’ is actually a great title for my next and FINAL section(we’re almost there folks) which is how jensen projects his insecurites about his own sexuality and relationship with misha onto misha.

i hope by now we’ve all seen this video of jensen impersonating cas. it is a blatant microaggression on his part. and like obviously homophobic. it’s like in his mind if he makes fun of them for being gay it makes them both less gay somehow??? it’s self-deprecation in a way??? let’s just tell it like it is: that impression was just jensen’s overt internalized homophobia rearing it’s ugly head. he does it a LOT too when it comes to misha.

i mean:

and that whole mess where he’s making fun of misha for being a bottom in their panel in 2016? ‘so you’re saying, like with football terms, there’s a handler and there’s a receiver heheheehe’ jensen you’re not exempt from being gay just because you know football terms lmao

oh and his OTHER impression of misha where he mocks him for...bicycling...because it’s not a manly enough sport??? jensen NO ONE else has ever thought this hard in their lives about what constitutes as masculine enough to be a sport before. that’s all you bud. we don’t find those jokes nearly as funny as you do. you are reaching, sir

the good news is that misha thinks it’s hilarious and knows it’s projecting on jensen’s part and will tease him endlessly for it. many stories come to mind, like that one photo op story where they’re literally dressed in rainbow banners and pride stickers but when misha goes to hold his hand jensen said something like ‘no way’ and then misha stepped back, put his hands on his hips and went ‘that’s the part that’s too gay for you???’ and jensen LOST it

or when that whole underwear thing happened(messy messY MESSY BTW) and then a fan asked a question about what dean and cas would do in rome and misha just said ‘when in rome’ and jensen makes a face like ‘are you serious’ and then misha says ‘you can’t look at me like that anymore, because of what you did!!!!!!’

OH and that whole story about when misha suggested they put jensen in the closet for that cat video....yeah um

and then when jensen was asked to do bisexual finger guns for a photo op and the con goer said ‘he looks bisexual here’ and misha literally said ‘oh he definitely looks bisexual here. i would say he’s actually closer to the gay side of the spectrum’ so..um...make with that as you will

OH MY GOD i’m finally done. wow. WOW. that was a lot. i hope i’ve blown your minds. ty anon i really wanted to talk about this and i hope you’re happy with the outcome!!!!!!

#cockles ask #sexuality spec #jensen is bi #anti rps for ts #cockles #liz answers #ok i have to admit it is crazy i have retained all this info #i hope someone appreciates it #my analysis #mine

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kuroopaisen · 4 years ago

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distractions || kuroo tetsurou

➵ you’re determined to distract your boyfriend from his uni work. you’ve got a foolproof plan as to how.

wc: 2k

warnings: f!reader, 18+, established relationship, unprotected sex (mentions of birth control), cursing

a/n: kuroo brainrot. that’s all.

One of Kuroo’s hands lies on the inside of your thigh, his fingers running over the skin slowly. He seems totally unaware of the effect he’s having, scrolling through page after page of some bullshit about ‘breaking even’ and ‘sunk cost fallacies’.

That holds absolutely no interest for you. Not when something significantly more exciting is on your mind.

You glare at him from the corner of your eye.

It doesn’t help that he’s just sitting there, looking hot as ever in red sweatpants and a loose black shirt.

You’d initially thought, perhaps, that he’d be teasing you for wearing nothing but one of his shirts. It’s one of his, a ratty old black shirt that he’s said that you look both aggravatingly cute and unfairly hot in.

But he’s been staring at his damned laptop for the past hour, only taking a break to get up and pee.

You’d had nothing to do except absent-mindedly scroll your phone for that duration. Sure, you could’ve done some uni work, or perhaps even done something ‘fun’ for a hobby.

But you hadn’t felt like it. So you didn’t.

And now you’re horny.

You sigh, crossing your legs in an X-shape. It hikes up a little around your thighs; something that usually captures your boyfriend’s attention with ease.

He’s not paying attention.

An idea pops into your mind. Something that Kuroo would absolutely be down for. And something you’d wanted to try for a while now.

You scoff, propping yourself up on your knees. Kuroo still takes no notice.

“Tetsu?”

“Mhm?”

You grab his laptop, closing the lid and placing it on the bedside table.

“Hey!” Kuroo chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you. “What’re you doing?”

“I want to ride you.”

At those words you straddle him, settling yourself comfortably on his lap and slipping your hands under his shirt.

He blinks at you for a few seconds, eyes wide and round. But in true Kuroo fashion, that surprised expression melts into one of smug satisfaction.

He takes his shirt off and tosses it aside.

“I’m usually the one on top,” he chuckles, smoothing his hands over your outer thighs.

“And?” You hum, pressing a kiss to his neck. He hums in response, one hand moving down to grab your ass.

“I don’t know if you have the stamina,” he grins.

“I’ve put up with you for this long,” you smirk, your lips moving down his neck. “That’s got to count for something.”

He laughs at that, letting his eyes flutter shut as you begin to nip at the skin on his collarbone. You know what he’s like – he wears his hickeys proudly, so long as they can be hidden from his professors.

“What’s brought this on?” He asks, his voice beginning to roughen.

You raise your head to glare at him. “Really? You have no idea?”

He tilts his head at you, genuine confusion clouding his eyes.

“You’ve been fondling my thighs all morning,” you huff, glaring at him.

Kuroo cackles, lifting a hand to smooth over your cheek. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t even notice.”

“You didn’t even notice?!”

“I was studying,” he grins.

“So, what? You were just fondling them for emotional support?”

“Sounds about right.”

“I hate you.”

“You just said you wanted to, and I quote, ‘ride me,’” he smirks. “Or is hate sex something you’re into? You never told me about that kin—”

“Shut up,” you mumble, pressing your lips against his.

He complies.

You grind against him, earning a soft moan from the back of his throat.

His dick’s already beginning to harden up. Your heart speeds up at that realisation. Even now, the fact that you’re the one who turns him on so easily makes you all flustered.

He kisses you again, deep and hot and hungry.

You keep grinding against him, letting a few gasps and moans escape your own mouth. His hands slip down to your ass, pulling you closer to him. You yelp, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Oh, fuck.

He’s so close to you, so hard, so ready.

If you wait any longer you’re going to lose your damn mind.

Your lips brush against his ear as you smirk. “Tetsu,” you moaned quietly. “I need you inside me now.”

He gulps, his grip tightening on your ass. “Do you want me to get a condom, or…”

“It’s fine,” you breath, shaking your head. You’ve been on birth control for the past few months.

His face lights up and you can swear his eyes start sparkling.

You laugh, bringing your hands up to cup his face. “That excited, huh?”

He grins. “You aren’t?”

He’s teasing, but there’s something you can only describe as ‘eager reverence’ in his eyes.

The next few moments are spent trying to get him out of his sweatpants; you’re leaning this way and that, he’s trying to wriggle out of those blasted trousers without having to get off the bed.

Somehow, he manages to get everything off, his dick bright red as it springs up.

An ache pulses in your abdomen as you look at it. You’d learnt very quickly that you had to take things slow with Kuroo – he’s big, after all.

But you’re both eager.

Your remember that as you position yourself over his cock and start to sink onto it.

“Fuck,” you breath, grasping at his shoulders. “You’re so big.”

You shudder as you settle down on his length, letting his cock stretch you out.

He grins. Even he’s a sucker for praise. “Yeah?”

You nod, adjusting yourself on his lap. He takes a sharp breath at that, grasping at your ass again.

“You alright?” You chuckle, knowing full well what that noise means.

“You’re so warm,” he mumbles, kissing your neck. “And tight.”

You grin, leaning your head back to give him better access. “Can I move?”

“Mhm,” he sighs, teeth grazing the base of your neck.

You shift again, pressing your pelvis closer to his. Your knees are propped to either side of his thighs, holding you up.

You set a solid pace, this new position allowing you to rub your clit against him as you ride his cock. Kuroo’s head lolls back for a moment, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted.

You take a moment to admire his body for a moment – taut, tanned, muscular.

His golden-brown eyes flutter open, darkening in a now familiar way. You smile at him, running your hands over his chest.

“Get this off,” Kuroo growls, tugging on the hem of your shirt. “I want to see all of you.”

You blush, but you tear it off your body as quick as you could while continuing your movements. You settle your hands on his shoulders again, gripping into them tightly in an attempt to ground yourself.

Kuroo runs his hands over your hips, up your waist, over your boobs. Your skin tingles under his touch, making you shiver.

“I love your body,” he breaths, thrusting up into you instinctively.

You gasp as he goes deeper, clenching around him as your cheeks redden at his words.

“Shit, sorry,” he chuckles.

“It’s fine,” you gasp, “it’s good.”

There’s an unrelenting ache in your thighs, but you don’t want to stop.

One of Kuroo’s hands slinks between the two of you, seeking out your clit. You gasp at the sensation of his thumb pressing roughly against your clit, rubbing in coarse, haphazard circles.

“You alright?” He grins, voice deep and laden with lust.

“Feels so good,” you breath, rutting against him.

He makes a noise not unlike a growl.

“Are you gonna cum?” You can hear the pride in his voice. He loves making you cum, and he loves feeling you cum on his dick most of all.

“I-I think so,” you shudder, your thighs burning from the amount of work they’ve done today.

“Then cum for me,” he growls in your ear.

You moan, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“I want to feel you cum around my cock,” he growls.

“Fuck, Tetsu,” you breathe. “You feel so fucking good.”

He chuckles, tilting his chin up so his lips could meet yours in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. You sigh into the warmth, the coil in your stomach tightens.

“I love being inside you,” he mumbles against your lips. “Fuck, baby, you…”

You let yourself go. “Don’t stop,” you gasp, “please, don’t stop.”

Warmth spreads through your body, a pulsing wave of pleasure that makes you dig your nails into his shoulders.

You moan, deep and long and honest. Everything feels all floaty for a moment, and yet your limbs feel so heavy. You collapse against him, your head falling onto his shoulder.

Kuroo understands immediately. He’s familiar with the look you’d just had on your face, after all.

He cups your head, his other hand grabbing your ass. He pulls you close, making your breath hitch in your throat. He thrusts up into you a couple of times, before flipping you over gently.

You yelp in surprise but lift your pelvis up as best you could.

He’s on top now, fucking you with his usual voracity. He never means to be rough, and you’re not even sure if what’s happening right now qualifies as ‘rough sex’. But his thrusts are deep, fast, hungry.

You know it’s because he’s been holding back, because you know he always tries to make sure you finish first. But he wants you – wants to be close to you like this, to let himself lose control with you.

You want that, too. Knowing you’re the one to make him lose his damn mind? Fuck, that’s hot.

He’s hot. And he’s bare inside of you. The thought alone is almost enough to make you cum again.

“Tetsu,” you moan, clenching around his dick. “Tetsu, I want you to cum in me.”

“Holy shit,” he hisses. “Fuck, are you sure?”

“Please,” you beg, “I want to feel you.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans, burying his face in your neck. His pace speeds up, hungry and desperate. You know exactly what that means.

A few more rough, sloppy thrusts and he lets out a long, deep moan. God, what a beautiful sound.

His dick pulses against your walls as he reaches his high, chasing it with a sharp, shallow strokes.

A few more moments of thrusting and moaning and he slows to a stop, hot breath fanning over your next.

He lifts his head up to look at you, a slight tremble in his arms.

“Guess I always come out on top,” he grins.

You stare at him for a moment, a horrible realisation settling over you. “Was that… a pun?”

“I’ll never tell.”

“Get out?”

“Of you?”

“Of my house.”

“Uh, I think you mean our hou—”

“Nope. You’ve lost your privileges.”

He chuckles, pulling out of you with a contented sigh. “We should do that more often.”

“Sex?” You ask, tilting your head at him. “Or me on top?”

“Both,” he answers instantly, kissing your forehead. “Definitely both.”

“You sure?” You giggle. “I thought you always ‘come out’ on top.”

“I don’t think you understand just how hot that was,” he grins. “Also, fuck.”

You blink at him, following his gaze down your body.

Oh.

You can feel his cum dribbling out of you. You realise, not without a hint of frustration, that it might stain the sheets.

“You should probably have a shower,” Kuroo teases.

“It’s your fault,” you mumble, sitting up straight.

“Hey, you begged me to do it,” he grins, leaning in close to you.

Your cheeks flush. He wasn’t wrong.

Kuroo cackles. You punch him in the chest lightly even though you know such a move is futile. He grabs your fist playfully, tugging you towards him. You comply, wrapping your free arm around his neck and pressing yourself against his chest.

Bare chest to bare chest. Something about that almost feels as intimate as what you’d just done. Almost.

He lets your hand go, bringing one of his own up to cup your face.

Kuroo gazes at you for a moment, a soft smile on his face. “Thanks for trusting me.”

You know what he’s talking about immediately.

“We’re dating,” you giggle. “And we have been for a while.”

“I know, but…” He chuckles, shaking his head. “I love you.”

You smile, your heart hammering in your chest. “I love you, too.”

He kisses you again, surprisingly chaste.

“But,” you grin, running a hand through his hair, “we should probably have a shower.”

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsurou smut #ns//fw #help me i've got so many other projects and yet #And Yet #big sigh #anyway enjoy

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kalee60 · 4 years ago

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Kalee. Kal. Hi. Hello.

So I recently got a Tiktok because all the kids these days are doing it and my sister keeps sending me videos 🤦🏼‍♀️🙄 I know.

Anyways

There’s apparently this challenge.

Kalee.

It’s a kiss your best friend challenge.

And all I can think is:

Steve and Bucky.

It could be canon verse. It could be an au.

But like imagine. If you haven’t seen the videos it’s super cute but also cringy because like what if it doesn’t go over well, it would be awkwardddd! They basically just film themselves hangout with their best friend and then try to kiss them and see if they’ve secretly been pining too.

Imagine.

Claire - my gorgeous pocket rocket from the Big Apple 🍎

This ask (that you sent eons ago) could not just be answered with a simple - 'omg, yes - I know right - it's the perfect Stucky scenario - someone should write it'... Because well - I guess somehow it turned out that I could write a little something...

I hope you enjoy this, because without your cheerleading, your throwing of pom poms and generally screaming at me in comments and on here - well writing wouldn't be half as much fun.

So for you Claire - enjoy this little story of two boys, a kiss in the making and a TikTok account 😘

~*~*~*~*~

Nerves rode Bucky as he placed his phone down into the perfect position; camera at the ready, not pressing record yet - but waiting for the signal. Steve was doing the exact same with his phone, only from a slightly different angle, setting it up for their parkour trick - something they were going to post to TikTok later. But although Steve was under the impression he was about to perform a flip off Bucky’s shoulders to grab hold of a tree branch then scale the fifteen foot wall beside it - Bucky had other ideas.

He’d seen a new TikTok challenge that week, it was plastered all over the platform and filled his suggested videos, and since the first time he’d watched one, then devoured another fifty straight away, he’d secretly wanted to do it. Wanted to throw all caution to the wind and seize the moment.

Today was that day.

Bucky Barnes was going to kiss Stevie Rogers right on the lips. His best friend since middle school, the boy, now man that he’d secretly loved for over a decade - and although Bucky could have thought of a million different ways to show Steve how he felt - he’d just never had the courage. At least if the video bombed, he could still put it up as a laugh and hopefully Steve would see the joke and it wouldn’t ruin their friendship - hopefully.

So Bucky waited for Steve to finish fiddling with his phone and camera positioning, which was taking him longer than usual to set up, trying to not let the butterflies in his gut take over.

Steve finally looked up, face flushed red like he’d already performed the stunt and Bucky was struck dumb, staring at how beautiful Steve was in the afternoon sunlight. He became lost in the way the shadows from the trees created patterns across Steve’s tightly toned body, the slight wind whispering to Bucky to take his chance, to not mess it up. And Steve stood before him like a golden god, nervously splaying his fingers, cracking his knuckles while staring back at Bucky with an unreadable expression on his face. Was he worried about their trick?

“You okay, Pal?” Bucky asked, his voice faltering with the knowledge he was about to change everything - or nothing.

Steve nodded, eyes wide and bright, darting over Bucky’s face, and Bucky took a moment to bask at being in Steve’s full attention.

“Yep,” Steve popped the ‘p’ and ran a hand through his hair, blonde strands sticking up comically, but Bucky didn’t laugh, he’d never seen someone as breathtaking as Steve did in that moment.

Steve was Bucky’s true north, a steady and unrelenting force at his side - but it went both ways. They’d been through family deaths, relationship fallouts, fights and everything in between, but the one thing that was always unbroken - was they were in it together. No matter what life threw at them, Steve and Bucky were as solid as rock. Unshakable.

And Bucky was probably about to screw it all up.

They closed in on each other, coming to a standstill until only a foot separated them; Steve’s huge blue eyes darted quickly between Bucky’s; there was something different about the look, intense, and Bucky wondered if his own nerves were obvious and Steve was suddenly unsure about the acrobatic feat they were attempting.

“You still want to do this? Haven’t changed your mind?” Bucky asked to make sure, and was surprised when Steve licked his lips and shook his head emphatically.

“No, I’m sure - more sure than I’ve ever been about anything.”

Bucky smiled, Steve being dramatic about their parkour tricks was not unusual, but the way Steve’s cheek twitched and how his foot tapped on the ground was not normal behaviour. And Bucky couldn’t help but start to worry that his idea to surprise-kiss Steve wasn’t the greatest one, wasn’t something he should be trying, as it seemed Steve was janky - wound up.

“Alright, Stevie. If you’re sure.”

Resolve filled Steve’s features as they both turned on their cameras, and once set up, Steve took an almost hesitant step forward.

Bucky held his breath.

It was the moment of truth.

They’d practised the trick so many times, had to start toe to toe for it to work, Steve pushing off Bucky to sprint to the wall, running vertically up the side of it, to twist around and jump off Bucky’s shoulders and flip onto the tree branch, shoving off it then using his momentum to run up the rest of the wall. Finally gripping the lip and climbing over it.

They’d gone over it at least thirty times.

No injuries as of yet.

But this time, just as Steve pressed forward, Bucky yanked him in - at the exact same time as Steve flew forward, completely catching Bucky off guard as he was heading in the wrong direction than expected, he was moving towards Bucky instead of pushing away - and their heads slammed together with a loud thud.

And instead of taking the defeat of the moment graciously, Bucky was in too deep, had waited too long, had it all planned out - and so as Steve rubbed his forehead looking as mortified at what had transpired as Bucky, Bucky once again leant forward. Only to find Steve pitching towards him too, and for the second time in less than three seconds their skulls cracked against the other.

“- holy shit, Barnes. Are you going to let me kiss you or not?”

“- Steve you fucking menace, I’m trying to kiss you!”

The silence was deafening as their words mingled together and wide ocean blue eyes met stormy silt infused grey-blue ones in shock.

“- what did you…?”

“- did you just...?”

Once again talking at the same time, they both trailed off, and the words started to sink into Bucky’s fried brain. Steve was trying to kiss him. Him.

Slack jawed, he could only stare at Steve whose expression mimicked his own, clearly having come to the same realisation about Bucky. He managed to swallow the obscenely thick lump in his throat and with a small tremor in his hand, reached up to place it on Steve’s forehead where a red mark was forming - rubbing the spot gently with his thumb. Steve’s eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed.

With the last tendrils of fear slipping away, Bucky trailed his fingers down the side of Steve’s face before reaching behind his head, gripping the base of Steve’s neck. Then stopped.

Steve’s breathing laboured, coming in sharp and Bucky tightened his grip, loving the way Steve’s eyes fluttered half shut before they opened again, trying not to lose contact with Bucky’s.

Steve was stunning, so responsive and Bucky licked his lips, loving how Steve’s attention snagged on his mouth immediately.

“Can I?” Bucky husked, and Steve nodded jerkily when Bucky’s fingers played with the silky strands of Steve’s hair as he leant in.

The first meeting of their lips lacked the pain of slammed heads and teeth - but it was perfect in every way. Steve’s lips were plush, soft and pliant under Buckys as Bucky took control of the kiss, pressing forward into Steve’s heat. Bucky’s other hand came up to cup Steve’s face tenderly, unable to express how it felt to be kissing his lifelong friend after so many years of yearning for it, Bucky almost at the point where he thought it could never happen. The fact Steve kissed him back - enthusiastically, made his heart thump louder and harder until it was all he could hear in his mind.

After a moment, Bucky pulled away, resting his forehead on Steve’s, mindful of the tender place they’d cracked heads minutes earlier, and couldn’t stop the rasped laugh that escaped.

“You laughing at the way I kiss, Barnes?” Steve sassed with a smile in his voice.

Bucky chuckled, “no, not at all.” He paused a second to gather his thoughts, “I just can’t believe I set this up to kiss you on camera for TikTok, so damn nervous the whole time you’d freak out and punch me - and you were doing the exact same thing.”

Steve grinned and pulled away enough so that he could stare into Bucky’s eyes, the emotion shining from his beautifully clear expression stole the breath from Bucky’s lungs.

“How long?” Steve asked with a whisper. And Bucky wanted to lie, to tell him it wasn’t long, that he’d only just realised if only to stop himself looking too much like a sap.

He didn’t lie.

“The day you punched Deon Franklin when he asked me for a tongue kiss while calling me those terrible names.”

Steve’s stunned look spoke volumes, “Bucky. We were sixteen.”

“And…?” Bucky winced at Steve’s incredulous tone.

Suddenly Steve laughed hysterically, and Bucky started to back up, but before he got too far, Steve grabbed his biceps stopping him in his tracks. “Oh no you dont. You do know why I punched him right?”

“Because he was a dick?”

“Well apart from that.” Steve said wryly and took a deep breath, letting Bucky go. “It’s because he upset you. And I was desperate for your attention - wanted that kiss he so crudely demanded as a joke.”

“What…” Bucky stammered out, “You wanted me back then too?”

Steve smiled indulgently at him. “You didn’t think I stuck around just for your personality did you?”

Bucky roared with laughter, elated at the turn of events and grabbed Steve, slamming their mouths together, and soon the kiss morphed from chaste and exploratory to something meaner, something heavier. Pushing Steve up against the tree, the small noise from Steve’s throat as the bark dug into his skin set something feral off in Bucky and he kissed deeper, shoving his tongue further until both of them struggled for air.

A loud beeping infiltrated Bucky’s hearing and he reluctantly pulled away, adoring the slack jawed and glazed look in Steve’s eyes way too much. Wanting Steve to look up at him with that exact same expression but with a lot less clothing and a lot more privacy in place.

“Want to do the trick still?” Bucky questioned as he walked over and grabbed his phone to stop the alert that he was running out of video. When Steve didn’t answer he looked back over his shoulder and almost dropped his phone.

Steve was leaning limp against the tree, clearly half hard and staring after Bucky like he’d just gifted him the world. When in actual fact, it was Steve who’d done that for him.

Bucky stalked back over, gripping Steve’s chin, kissing him soundly one more time, and Steve immediately went pliant under his touch, oh boy, they were going to have so much fun.

“How about instead, we go back to mine and see what other tricks we can come up with?”

Steve’s breathing came in faster and harder and a broken ‘yes’ worked its way out of his throat, Bucky catching the word in his mouth as he kissed Steve again.

Bucky smirked as he pulled away, helping Steve stand upright.

“But, only on the condition that we tape it.” Steve said in a voice deep and rich, and Bucky was suddenly on the back foot when Steve smiled deliciously at him, eyes full of dirty promises.

Dry mouthed and vibrating from anticipation, Bucky followed Steve to his car, walking in a slight daze at what had transpired in only twenty minutes.

And all Bucky was certain of, was that although his TikTok kiss hadn’t gone to plan - everything else would fall into place.

Just the way it was meant to.

#Claire - this is all your fault - look what you made me do!!#stucky #Steve x Bucky #friends to lovers #tiktok challenge drabble/fic #mutual pining #mywriting #something silly #Claire i love you ❤️#i have the most amazing friends who inspire me to write this fluffy crap 🥰#kalee answers

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thespoonisvictory · 4 years ago

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A First Meeting

hot take: unlikely friends techno and wilbur is much better than techno and wilbur twins.

for techno to be born with brothers is one thing, to have built-in companionship and a not-quite obligation to protect, to love, to be born attached to a twin for whom closeness is not a question. I can appreciate the childhood memories you can write from this, but- consider-

Techno met Wilbur in a tournament not exactly known for its friendliness, the price pool hanging over their heads far too large to allow for the respectful competition initially promised. He had long since given up on making friends through this avenue, cycling through different teammates week to week as people got progressively more bitter at his victories.

It had been all too easy to slip on the unfeeling, uncaring, unrelenting persona that people seemed so desperate to push on him. “Blood for the Blood God'' rolled easily off his tongue as a means of explanation, a joke whose sarcasm didn’t quite come across to those who heard it. His monotone voice and presence didn’t aid in creating a sociable demeanor, and so he took this with stride, aiming to amplify these qualities rather than fight against them. And it worked. So well. Scarily well. Soon, competitors who laughed easily with their friends quieted themselves in his presence, afraid to make eye contact, to make themselves a target.

Techno, for all the fear he imposed, was not a social person. He didn’t do well with large groups of people, tended to keep to himself and quietly dominate rather than boast. In this sense, his reputation was an asset. He was never expected to participate in the performance of small talk, to act like he cared when he didn’t. There was never a need to worry about coming off too mean or aggressive- this was what the people wanted, what his allies expected.

So, he kept the English major in himself tucked within his red cloak. He pretended as though his crown and cape were representative of his inevitable victory, not the results of an old childhood costume, one where he played the valiant hero he read about in all his storybooks.

It was a lonely mantle he found himself standing upon, overlooking a sea of competitors who were too afraid to treat him like a person.

Then, in some fortuitous error, Wilbur Soot barrels into his life.

He immediately makes fun of Techno’s pink hair, of his refusal to swear, and talks a mile a minute in his way of commentating everything he does. He tries to charm his way out of any situation, sweeping his curled hair out of his eyes and flirting with anyone who gives him a chance to. He’s utterly ridiculous, no good at combat and a poor teammate at best; he gets frustrated easily and has no patience for parkour. They place third in the tournament he’s expected to win.

Techno wants desperately to play with him again.

Because unlike everyone else, Wilbur laughs.

Not the nervous sort of huff he’s grown to expect from new teammates, one that portrays confusion as to whether or not the sarcastic comment he made was actually serious. Not the polite chuckle born from when he makes a reference his ally doesn’t understand, trying to get in his good graces. Wilbur laughs with his whole chest, just, losing it, over a joke everyone else would have missed. It had come as a shock, the fact he’d actually been paying attention to what Techno was saying. His eyes crinkle shut and his shoulders shake, and Techno has to stop and recognize how vulnerable he was in that moment, how vulnerable both of them were, standing in the secluded corner of an arena, regaining their composure after a fight: Wilbur with his eyes shut and posture relaxed, and Techno just watching, enamored by the way his words had made such an impact.

Wilbur somehow sees right through him, straight past Techno’s carefully built persona and right into the socially awkward nerd he had tried so hard to hide. He tells Techno he likes him, straightforward, with none of that small talk he so despised, and seems determined to burrow a hole into his life and stay there. And the scariest part is, Wilbur keeps looking, still interested, even when the infamous reputation falls away. He prods Techno about his life and opens up his own for Techno to see, pulling out details and stories for him like one would pluck strings on a guitar, and somehow Techno finds himself offering up bits of himself in return for the music.

Techno can’t remember the last time he was so fond of someone, much less the last time someone was fond of him.

Then Wilbur meets Phil, and Phil meets Techno, and then they all meet each other and it’s off to the races for them. Their relationship progresses in a flurry of late nights and tournaments, of parkour practice and extensive strategizing over how to win buildmart. They win some of these tournaments, and lose plenty as well, not that Techno is really hung up over it at this point.

He continues teaming with Wilbur, despite his competitive interests, finding solace in a man who wraps his words around himself like a security blanket, who extends this comfort to Techno when he finds his own speech lacking in the warmth Wilbur’s exudes. Techno reckons that he could be content like this forever, basking in the light of Wilbur’s stories, of a persona that was big enough for both of them, of a person who always laughed at his jokes.

Techno no longer finds a need to act as the bloodthirsty figure everyone found him to be, at least around his friends; Wilbur spins a different story for him, tethering him to his own sphere of reality where he’s valued for his personality rather than his skill with a sword.

Wilbur quotes poetry absentmindedly to Techno one cold night in the Antarctic Empire, blinking in surprise when Techno quotes it right back. He then proceeds to spend an evening with him under the stars dragging out his knowledge of literature, carefully prying open secrets and unraveling words like loose pieces of string in a sweater. Techno confesses that he had always been a fan of fairy tales, and Wilbur laughs like he already knew.

#wilbur soot #technoblade #sbi #dream smp #fanfiction #this is a small part of my 'everything is canon au'#and a small part of a fic that's up on my ao3 #edited a bit cause I wrote it last october #minecraft mondays my beloved

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iamkidfish · 4 years ago

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OMG. That one! That one! We need a continuation to the lips chasing with a little “grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them” added when they inevitably talk about the kiss. This needs to happen. I’m am dying for this now!

part 2 of the truth or dare fic!

Leah finds her at the waterfall, hours later.

It takes her longer than usual for a variety of reasons: Dot holds her back from stumbling off into the high grasses that buffer the sandy beach from the woods, the gummies are still reeking havoc on her decision making, but mostly because, apparently, Fatin is fucking fast when she wants to be. Leah’s never seen her run before (she has a vague memory of Fatin refusing to run the mile in freshman year gym class, telling their teacher “shin splints really won’t help my chances at Juilliard but I guess you want to destroy my career before it starts”), but after Leah pulls back from their stupid Truth or Dare kiss, evidently it was so terrible that Fatin turned into a world class athlete and sprinted into the woods.

So yeah, it’s late afternoon, by Leah’s most accurate guess, when she finds Fatin sitting on a rock overlooking their waterfall. She thinks back to the first time they found her at the waterfall, all those weeks ago, and how different her own relationship with Fatin was: tentative friendship or volatile in a way that usually blew up in both of their faces. Honestly she can’t really imagine the Fatin who smeared blood on her face would be the same girl whose hands were shaking as she kissed Leah, but she supposes if she’s learned anything in the past year, in the past two months even, is that people can change quickly on you.

“You gotta stop running away like that,” the unspoken from me weighs too heavy in the air for the calm, cool, collected feeling Leah is trying to convey. It’s a little hard to be casual when you’re trying to confront the girl who ran away after she kissed you on why exactly she ran away (or even kissed you) in the first place.

“Well, you should stop finding my hiding spots,” Fatin says with a small, twisted grin.

Despite herself, Leah smiles.

“Maybe you should find better spots to hide,” she fires back. This is easy, Leah can do this, can do casual, can participate in witty banter to distract herself from the feeling of Fatin’s lips on her own. Distract herself how Fatin had kissed her and then left.

“Nah I can’t be too elusive. Don’t want Dorothy stressing too much and sending another search party after me,” Fatin says easily.

Leah thinks back and realizes that Fatin never saw, never knew, how utterly destroyed she was during their first time looking for Fatin in the woods. Sure, they had made their peace after and then it shifted and solidified into friendship, but Leah never told her how the others, even Dot, wanted to turn around, to give up on Fatin, but she was the one who made them all push forward and keep looking.

And it hits her now, all at once: maybe Fatin wanted Leah to find her at the waterfall. Knew that Leah knew to go to the waterfall to find her.

It makes her so dizzy that she has to sit down, but maybe that makes the whole thing worse because now they’re on the same eye level and Leah can’t even tell what Fatin’s thinking.

She decides to go for it, because not knowing is worse than just straight up rejection.

Leah Rilke has been called a lot of things (crazy, psycho, bitch, a combo of all three), but never timid.

“Fatin, why did you kiss me?”

God, Fatin won’t even look at her now and Leah knows the rejection is coming, can feel the sinking pressure folding up her insides like clothes in an air-tight vacuum seal. And really, she brought this upon herself. Because she’s always been good at loving the wrong people, loving in excess until her entire being is consumed and she’s drowning under the weight of it all.

“You heard Rachel and Toni, it was just for fun, no strings attached,” Fatin says, but what Leah hears is you’re just another warm body, just another person for Fatin to fuck.

Actually, maybe she lied. Maybe rejection is worse than not knowing.

“I don’t really do the whole ‘no strings attached’ thing,” and fuck, Leah’s not going to cry in front of Fatin.

“I know,” Faith says, “and I’ve always done ‘no strings attached.’”

It’s too much. Leah stands up abruptly, would rather not look Fatin in the eyes as she snaps Leah’s heart in two. There’s no point in this, she’s heard enough.

Fatin luring her all the way out to the waterfall just to say she’s not interested is a new low. She’s made her intentions clear; Leah doesn’t have to stick around in the carnage, waiting to get hit by debris.

She turns to leave, takes two steps, before a warm hand is sliding between her fingers.

“Wait,”

Leah doesn’t know what causes her to snap, just a little, but she does. (Maybe it’s the way she remembers the feeling of Fatin humming into her mouth, her fingers playing with the baby hairs at the base of Leah’s head, the way her expensive perfume lingered on Leah’s own clothes and how she can smell it, even now.)

“What Fatin? Don’t you think my life’s already fucked up enough without you rejecting me?”

Fatin doesn’t even deny it. In fact, there’s something like a smile on her face. Leah hasn’t seen her have this much nerve since their early days on the island.

“Girl, you need to get your listening comprehension skills checked.”

What the fuck? Maybe she accidently says that out loud.

“Did you not hear the contraction? I said I have always, not currently.” Fatin pulls on Leah’s hand and she lets her. They sit back down on the rocks overlooking the waterfall.

“I still don’t....what?”

Fatin huffs like it’s a chore to explain how thoroughly she’s rejecting Leah, like she’s annoyed at her instead of the other way around.

“Do you remember that guy I told you about? The one from Smart and Final?”

“No,” because how would Leah differentiate between him and the tens of other guys that Fatin’s mentioned on the island. Then, there’s that itching, gnawing, feeling that starts at the back of her head and Leah thinks back to the first night on the island, after they buried Jeanette, after the alcohol burned the back of her throat. Tries to remember—

“You lost your virginity to him,” she says dully.

“In the front seat of his mom’s Honda Pilot,” Fatin looks off wistfully. “Sorry, not the point.”

“Fuck, I’m really fucking this up,” she cringes and well, Leah doesn’t totally disagree. “Look, yeah we hooked up and he took my virginity or whatever but that doesn’t matter. I loved him, like really loved him. And maybe that’s stupid because we were fifteen or the way my parents were, but fuck, I loved him.”

Leah makes a noncommittal grunt because hearing about a guy that Fatin’s had genuine feelings for? It makes everything stinger a little sharper.

“I was so excited to have a boyfriend but my mom shut it down as soon as I was skipping rehearsals to see him. Gave me this whole speech about women and success and how men will always be there but opportunities won’t,” Fatin rolls her eyes.

Despite herself, Leah feels her lip twitch into a smirk.

“I know, not very female empowerment of her. Anyway, I got the message: no boyfriends to distract myself from the cello. And the next best thing was sleeping around, but not because I wanted to, but because it was easier. If there’s no feelings in the first place, then you can’t get hurt.”

Across from her, Fatin takes in a shuddering breath, “but that was before the island. Before you, Leah.”

Oh.

It never occurred to Leah that Fatin wanted to kiss her, for reasons (and feelings) completely unrelated to their stupid party game.

“So that’s why I freaked out and came here, not because it was a bad kiss, because I knew it was a good one, but it kinda solidified everything for me, feelings wise.”

“You have feelings..for me?” Leah blinks, not really believing the words that are coming out of Fatin’s mouth.

Suddenly, she’s aware of how Fatin’s still holding onto her hand, has been for this whole conversation.

“There it is,” Fatin says and Leah can’t even be mad at her, not really.

“So, if I kissed you now, strings attached, would you kiss me back?” Her voice comes out small, barely audible over the sounds of the waterfall.

“Yes,” Fatin whispers.

Leah leans in and Fatin leans in and Leah’s not too sure who makes contact first, but then suddenly they’re kissing: slow and hungry and desperate.

Fatin was right, their Truth or Dare kiss was good, but this one is so much better.

#the wilds #the wilds!fic #leah rilke #fatin jadmani #leah x fatin #leatin #leatin fic #my writing #the void #y'all @ me: it's been 84 years meme

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liliththemotherofdemons · 5 years ago

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Lilith- the Mother of Demons.

Her title wasn't symbolic, dished out like an honorary degree from a second rate institution. It was real and perhaps her truest identity.

Before she was a demoness, she was a mother.

Before she was a regent, she was a mother.

Before she was the Dark Lord's, she was her children's.

Lilith had birthed hundreds of infants in her centuries of existence and even that was a conservative estimate. Each offspring had been a demonic spawn that only a mother could love and she had loved every one. As with most of the natural world, her time as a mother came in cycles. There was a time to grow new life, a time to birth it and a time to raise it. The time for growth was upon her, Lilith could feel it in her bones as the full lunar moon shone brightly above Greendale. She felt fertile yet empty and in need of seed.

A dark chuckle interrupted the Demoness' thoughts. Tilting her head to one side, she regarded her trapped keeper in his position at her feet. How many times had their positions been reversed? Too many to count. The flash of red behind his eyes revealed that at that moment Lilith was talking to her Dark Lord.

"Dark Lord, I assume, " Lilith spat. Rising from her throne, the Demoness let out her own girlish giggle. "Pray, do tell what you have got to laugh about while trapped in the boy warlock's fleshy prison?"

"Dear Lilith, we both know the prison is no match for me. I'll be out in no time and you know there'll be heaven to pay, but in the meantime you've got an even bigger problem to face."

Lilith's face fell- for a second literally as her flesh facade gave way to her true form. It was desperate and Lilith hated how the Dark Lord remained the one being in the universe that knew her inside out.

"And what problem would that be?" Lilith asked, turning away from the Dark Lord and returning to her throne.

"You're without babe," he replied without missing a beat. "The cycle is beginning again and your womb is empty. Hell needs more demons, Lilith and we both know whose duty that is. I can smell the fertility on you. And the desperation, but that's always there. Now tell me, because I'm really excited to hear this, how do you plan to find a stud without my help? I've always been the matchmaker. Sure sometimes they don't play nice, but where would the fun be if you enjoyed it? What are you going to do without your lord to help you? We both know you'll never survive a cycle without at least trying. I mean sure, there's been cycles where you've failed. Oh do I remember those, but a cycle where you don't even try? That would be agony for you, wouldn't it my dear?"

Lilith perched on her throne, uncomfortable under the weight of the Dark Lord's words and the crown she was never destined to wear. Raising her left hand, she clicked her fingers and smirked as a severed tongue appeared in a jar of water.

"You really need to watch your tongue..."

Xxxxxxxx

"Lilith!"

Determined footsteps echoed off the walls of hell, intermingling with the wails of anguish and torture. The Demoness stood, turning away from the gutted carcass of a mortal man and hastily pulling on her robe. Wiping sweat away from her face, Lilith praised the fact the Sabrina was not nearly as experienced as she believed her self to be. The teenage witch and would be queen of hell would never be able to tell that she was freshly seeded and as such weaker than normal.

"Sabrina," Lilith greeted. Calm and cold and eager to be rid of the young witch. "You're just gracing hell with your presence on a daily basis now? I returned Nick to your care, what could you possibly want from me now?"

Sabrina came to a stop in front of Lilith, examining the odd appearance of the demoness who was disheveled in a way she'd never seen. Her eyes fell to the man at the taller woman's feet.

"Oh sorry," the teenager replied sarcastically. "Have I interrupted your dinner?"

Lilith flicked her hand dismissively. It was easier than telling the truth.

"What do you want child? Being your fairy God mother isn't my full time job."

"Fairy God mother?" Sabrina scoffed. "I don't think you know what that is..anyway I need your help."

"Don't you always?" Lilith drawled, walking away from the half witch as her hand lowered to her middle subconsciously. "Ever think that I might have something more pressing than your teenage angst?"

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "You and aunt Zee really need to spend more time together. But seriously, the coven's powers are waning. Only you can help us. We need you to come to earth."

Lilith froze, back turned away from the teenager she rubbed her middle in contemplation.

"No. I can't I'm nesting..." Lilith said, the words leaving her before she had the chance to stop them. "I'm nest--"

"What?" Sabrina asked, confusion evident. "Nesting?"

Xxxxxxxx

"Has it really already been that long?" Hilda gushed in disbelief. "Goodness, in other circumstances this would be cause for great celebrations."

"Quite sister," zelda agreed as she took a luff of her cigarette. "But these are trying times. Heaven knows I do not trust lilith but if she is in a new cycle as Sabrina suggests, she is also in grave danger. Our power is waning under the wrath of the dark lord. While he is angry at the coven, that anger would not compare to the anger he has for lilith. Not only that, it is tradition for the dark lord to find the men that will sire a new generation of demons. Who knows what kind of seed lilith would have found without his coordination."

"What are you saying Zelds?" Hilda asked in worry.

"I'm saying we need to open our home up as refuge to lilith. It is bad enough losing our powers, losing a new generation of demons would upset the cosmos even more. "

Sabrina looked over at Ambrose as she listened to the her aunts.

"Have you got any idea what they're talking about?"

"Not a clue, cousin, but that's nothing new."

Xxxxxxxx

She was pregnant but it wasn't noticeable to the inexperienced eye.

Zelda was anything but inexperienced when it came to these things.

"Six weeks?" The red headed witch guessed.

"Six weeks and four days," lilith replied. "Is he here?"

"Who?" Zelda questioned, already knowing the answer.

"The dark lord."

"You'll be safe here, my love," hilda said gently. "He's not in this house."

Lilith scoffed, hand hovering over her middle.

"I wont be safe until hes back in chains."

"You're right," zelda agreed. "But this is the safest place for you and the seed to be."

"The seed isn't going to survive," Lilith replied bluntly. "It wasn't strong enough, not a close enough match. I'll have to try again once it's out of me."

"What?" Sabrina asked. "How could you possibly know that and how can you be so..."

"Ruthless?" Lilith offered. "I've birthed hundreds, I'll birth hundreds more. Not all are successful. "

Zelda considered the demoness and then shot her niece a warning look.

"I fear on this occasion you may be right, lilith. We can at least offer you a somewhere safe while you're vulnerable?"

Lilith nodded, pausing as she felt a cramp spread across her middle.

Xxxxxxxx

The tiles were cold against her bare skin. Thick blood pooled at her ankles and an unrelenting pain held her in a vice like grip.

As with all her births- however they ended, she was on her own. Summoning energy from the deep unknown, lilith shifted over into her knees and let out an unholy cry. She cared little for the noise that the spellmans would hear. It was agony, but there was a focus to it and she knew what she was doing. After several long hours, Lilith felt an almighty rush between her legs and collapsed to the floor in exhaustion. She searched the remnants of her pregnancy for anything that looked like an infant but found nothing. It was too early this time.

Xxxxxxxx

Lilith woke to find the softer of the spellman sisters tending to her. She was woozy and tired and said nothing as the plump blonde wiped a cool cloth across her forehead and prayed to her. It still felt strange having a witch pray to her, but it was music to her tired ears.

"What happens now?" Sabrina whispered.

Lilith wished she had the energy to roll her eyes at the witch's never ending curiosity.

"Lilith will rest and try again and we'll protect her from the dark lord until she recovers and is able to protect us."

Zelda, despite her cynicism, had always been devout.

Xxxxxxx

When she wakes again, Lilith is not greeted by a spellman. Instead it is by a Hooved foot. She tries to move, but can't body exhausted and frozen by fear.

"Lilith," the familiar voice taunts. "I did warn you this would be a failure. You cant succeed in that department without me. "

"They're not always successful. This has nothing to do with you."

The dark lord sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out and stroking her hair away from her face.

"Would you like my help lilith? I know the burning agony you must be in at this moment. To be empty at this point in the cycle... you only need ask for my assistance."

"I don't need your help. You're nearly as weak as I am. You're still trapped somewhere, aren't you? Else I would be dead by now."

"There's no time for that, Sabrina. We need to stop the dark lord and I know how."

The dark lord bowed his head.

"Very well, sweet Lilith, but I wont be weak forever."

Xxxxxxxx

Lilith arrived in the kitchen the next morning, a slight limp the only giveaway of her failed cycle.

"Lilith... should you be--"

#chilling adventures of sabrina #fanfiction

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 6 years ago

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Eyes Wide Open (SMUT)

jessevans said: Hi! you could make a imagine of the reader going to watch Ben playing soccer. (Feel free to write as you wish. I have no idea how I would write this lol.) But is that when I see the photos of Ben playing in 2014 ... I do not know, do things with me, you know ?!

(a/n: i wasn’t sure if you meant fluffy things or smutty things but ben does a lot of inappropriate things to me in that uniform so that’s the direction I took it in, w a little sprinkle of fluff – blink and u miss it!!! also title is pretty much unrelated it was just the song I was listening to when i queued this up and i couldn’t think of a title - but listen to Eyes Wide Open by Gotye thank you)

Really, you hadn’t meant to jump Ben’s bones when you got back to your shared flat. You’d planned on letting him shower to get the mud and grass off of him, as well as make him smell a hell of a lot better – he was a sweaty boy, especially after a full match of football.

But life had a funny way of working out. And it had an incredibly funny way of teasing you, this time, in the form of a tight-fitting football uniform that was coming off in record time as Ben made his way down the front hallway with you, interrupted only momentary by desperate kisses and exploring hands.

Ben was playing a charity celebrity match with a bunch of other actors and the likes, and you’d started out at the beginning just admiring the fit of the uniform on Ben innocently. But as the game went on, he got sweatier, and then he was red, just as red as he got whenever he was on top of you, groaning out your name like it was the only word he knew. When he was gasping for air, you couldn’t help but think of all of the breathless moments he had when you’d go down on him, and suddenly you weren’t okay anymore.

In fact, you weren’t okay the whole ride home, so against your better judgement, you started being just a bit of a brat.

“God, he took a tumble, didn’t he?” Ben laughed, clearly still wired from the game but far less of a mess. Your hand rested on his thigh, wrapped up in his hand, and you hummed in assent, squeezing his hand before letting go of it, just resting your palm on his thigh. “Thought I was going to send him to the A&E, thank God he was okay.”

“That would have been a disaster,” you giggled, moving your hand to his inner thigh and ignoring his curious looks as you swept your thumb across the skin for just a moment, testing your boundaries. But he wasn’t saying anything, so you kept going, both with your hand and your words. “Did you have fun?”

“Of course,” he replied, like it was obvious, but there was a slight edge to his voice as your hand nonchalantly crept up his thigh, approaching the intersection of the inseam of his shorts, which were bunching up around his legs to reveal the unnervingly delicious thigh muscles previously hidden from view. When you moved your hand to the waistband of his shorts and located the drawstring, he let out something between a hum and a growl as he gave you a look of warning. “Y/N, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Lots of things,” you plainly admitted, sending him a wicked smile before tugging at the drawstring gently, slowly coaxing it out of the knot he’d tied it in. Ben shifted his hips, gripping the steering wheel tighter but not smacking your hand away. He was in rush hour traffic, and didn’t really want to kill the two of you.

“Love, as much as I’d usually love road head, can this wait until we’re home? Going to bloody wreck the car if you keep going.”

“I trust you,” you murmured innocently, finally getting the string untied and slipping your hand between his shorts and compression shorts. The entire time, your eyes remained on him, watching his reaction, the way his jaw locked and tensed up when you brushed your fingers over the outline of his cock in his compression shorts. You could feel the wetness gathering between your legs, soaking your underwear slowly, and you let out a happy noise at the feeling, knowing it was Ben who made you this much of a mess, even when he didn’t try.

“Y/N, I’m serious,” he warned, but there was a wavering in his voice that betrayed him – he couldn’t resist your touches, or the way you looked up at him through your lashes as he glanced over at you.

“I am too,” you fired back, an impish grin on your face as you palmed him fully through the thin layer of clothing between you, a choked groan forcing its way up out of his mouth as he gripped the steering wheel so hard, you swore he could have ripped it off. Moving your hand just slightly so you were stroking him, massaging him through his shorts, you took your lower lip between your teeth to hold back an even bigger grin as he tried and failed to look upset with you. “Just can’t help myself,” you murmured, Ben’s hips minutely rocking into your touch when a finger brushed over the tip of his cock.

“Jesus,” he breathed out brokenly, so quiet you barely heard it, and his face went a bit red as his jaw set again. He focused as hard as he could on turning onto the street of your flat complex, barely making it up to your parking spot and killing the ignition before he unraveled, a bundle of tension releasing as he rutted his hips forward into your hand. “You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” he cursed under his breath, reveling in your touch for a few more seconds before he sighed and pulled your hand out of his shorts, unbuckling himself so he could climb out of the car and hurriedly usher you inside.

And now here you were, sans all of your clothes except for your underwear and his compression shorts, having barely made it to the bedroom before Ben was on you again. Pinning you down to the bed as he captured your lips with his, Ben reeled you in for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss while he wasted no time in pushed your panties to the side. His fingers delved into your folds immediately, and you moaned needily into his mouth, receiving an appreciative grunt in response.

“Have you really been this soaked since the game?” he questioned, his voice deliberately slow and gravelly as he pulled away from the kiss to look down at you squirming at his touch, eyes still squeezed shut. When you nodded, almost imperceptibly, a self-satisfied grin made its way onto his lips as he rubbed a wider, lazy circle around your clit. “Dirty girl. Couldn’t even wait to get here, huh? Needed me that bad?”

“So bad,” you moaned out as his fingers gradually quickened their pace on your clit, making a mess of you quickly. You rested a hand on his arm, tangling the other into his hair, and finally opened your eyes, a low groan leaving Ben’s lips as he saw how blown-out your pupils were as you gazed at him with a glassy look, on cloud 9 from the attention you were finally receiving. “I love you, Ben,” you breathed out, your chest rising and falling rapidly as Ben moved his fingers downwards, teasing at your entrance and making you shiver in anticipation.

“I love you too, baby girl, so much,” he crooned, and you barely had time to smile in response before he slid two fingers into you, kissing your shoulder as he did so. “You’re so gorgeous like this,” he continued, starting to pump his fingers in and out of your pussy agonizingly slow. But you didn’t have any response and couldn’t muster up the strength to whine about it – you were too busy trying not to lose your mind at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out, getting you ready for him. It was maddening, and you felt impatience boiling up inside of you, threatening to spill over as he coaxed a particularly dirty moan out of you when he curled up his fingers inside of you. “Oh, you liked that,” he observed, chuckling when you whined impatiently and tugged on his mussy blonde hair a bit.

“Need you to fuck me, Ben,” you whimpered, your breath ghosting along his lips as he brushed noses with you, seeming to be considering the idea. But you knew he couldn’t resist. The way he strained at his compression shorts, begging to be set free – Ben was aching to take you, but he always made you ask first. Usually, nothing got him off more than the sound of you begging to get fucked, and today was no exception. “Please, babe.”

“Please what?” he asked, prompting you to clarify as he pulled his fingers out of you, eliciting a whine from you at the loss. He tugged your panties down and off, stepping off the somewhat-lofted bed as he pulled you to the edge of it by your ankles. But his eyes never left yours, not even as he took off his compression shorts, freeing his cock and immediately taking it into his hand as he came to stand in front of you. His hand was lazily stroking at his shaft, which was painfully hard and leaking a bit of precum. This was driving you nuts - you couldn’t believe he was being so relaxed about this whole thing when you were right there for the taking. “What do you want, Y/N? I want to hear you say it.”

“Just fucking take me already!” you whined, pouting a bit when he casually leaned over you and unclasped your bra, pulling it off as well. That wasn’t enough, clearly. “Ben, I need you inside me, please!”

To add to your convincing, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him almost flush against you as he stumbled a bit, a small hiss leaving his lips and a satisfied gasp leaving yours when the tip of his cock grazed up against your clit. Before he could even pull away, you were propping yourself up on your elbow, reaching down to take his cock in your hand and pump it quickly. You met his eyes as he let out something between a groan and a grunt, unable to vocalize his thoughts as you teased the tip of his shaft with your thumb, smearing precum around and making a shiver run up his spine.

He couldn’t even keep you at bay this time – he was a certified wreck as you stroked him, his hips thrusting forward into your hand erratically. His fists were digging into the mattress as he struggled to support his own weight, a shaky breath leaving his slightly swollen lips. When he finally reopened his eyes, the green of his irises were almost completely outweighed by his pupils, completely fucked out from arousal and unfocused.

He looked a bit conflicted as his chest rose and fell, shallow breaths coming and going with it. “Baby, I don’t think we’ve got any condoms,” he managed to choke out, trying to slow his hips down, but he wasn’t having much luck, so he buried his face in your neck, trying to hide the sheer amount of unbridled pleasure on his face. “

“Just go raw,” you murmured, your lips brushing up against his ear and making his hips rock forward suddenly as he cursed under his breath.

“If you say so,” he grunted, and he pulled away from your neck as you released your grip, letting him line himself up before he slid right into you, stretching you out a bit and letting a string of unholy words fall from his mouth as he completely sheathed himself inside your velvety walls. “J-Jesus Christ,” he finally managed to stutter out, stilling inside of you as he let you adjust and fighting every urge to just start pounding into you.

You were just as much of a mess as he was, a satisfied moan leaving your lips as he bottomed out. A dizzy feeling danced its way through your body as the sight of Ben’s muscles tensing and un-tensing underneath his skin drove you wild, so you tapped at his arm, nodding, and he let out a breath he’d been holding as he started to pull out before thrusting back into you.

Although he tried to keep it at a respectable pace, he didn’t really last long doing that. Your impatience started boiling over once again, and though you could sometimes enjoy a laidback pace, you needed him right now.

“Ben,” you said quietly, getting his attention and making his eyelids flutter open as he kept up his pace, his lips parted slightly from the exertion. “Fuck me harder.” A dark look flashed in his eyes, just for a second, and he exhaled shakily before gripping your hips tightly and snapping his hips forward.

One particularly loud moan of his name was all it took – the dam broke, and he was suddenly fucking into you at a quick pace, the sounds of skin on skin and lewd moans filling the room as you gripped onto the comforter for dear life. Ben’s fingers were digging into your hips so hard they were sure to bruise by tomorrow. He was sweaty, far sweatier than he’d been at the game, but so were you, the room heating up significantly as he fucked you relentlessly. And on his reddened face was the same expression that had got you riled up in the first place at the game – those parted lips, that glazed over stare, the mix of exhilaration and focus.

It was too much, and you were quickly approaching your orgasm as he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, angling his hips into you in a way that elicited an embarrassingly loud whimper out of you. “God, Ben, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, Ben’s hands gliding up your legs until he’d grabbed ahold of your knees, which he hooked over his shoulder. Then, his hands moved back down to your waist, and the new angle this position provided was your undoing.

“Yeah, that’s it, cum on my cock, angel,” he muttered breathily as he fucked into you as hard as he could, your orgasm hitting you full force and making you a writhing, moaning mess as you rode out your high. Your fingers tugged on the comforter and your face contorted in pleasure as you clenched around him, pulling him closer and closer to his high. But then you were done, and you opened your eyes as Ben pulled out, a small smirk on his face when you let out a little moan at the hypersensitivity he’d triggered.

He didn’t even have to ask you to do anything next – you were already sinking to your knees on the floor in front of him, still a bit wobbly from a few moments ago but eagerly licking one long, flat stripe up the underside of his length as he watched with a lustful gaze. Then, you took the tip into your mouth and sucked lightly, Ben groaning impatiently before weaving his hand into your hair and biting his lip. You raised an eyebrow. Now it was his turn.

With a sigh, he did what he knew he had to do. “Please, baby girl, finish me off,” he pleaded quietly, sounding a tiny bit embarrassed but more needy than anything. Giving him an impish grin, you started to bob your head slowly, hallowing your cheeks as you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, pumping what you couldn’t get to. “Oh, fu-uccckk,” he groaned brokenly, his eyes fluttering shut as he let his head fall back for a moment, hips involuntarily canting forward at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him. “Just like that, I’m so fucking close.”

Resting your other hand on the back of his thigh to use it as leverage, you started taking more and more of him in as you sucked harder, determined to finish him off in the next minute. But you didn’t even go another 15 or 30 seconds before he was moaning your name, thrusting into your mouth as he released down your throat, unable to contain himself. All you had to do was sit still and let him ride out his high as you looked up at him through your lashes, pumping the base of his cock to help him get it all out.

When he’d finally come down from his high, he pulled out of your mouth, which made a horribly filthy popping sound, and you wiped your lips off on the back of your hand as you sat back against one of the posts at the foot of the bed, catching your breath. Ben was just as worn out, taking his sweet time to amble over to the bathroom and get a wet towel for the both of you before coming back and handing you one.

Smiling gratefully up at him, you cleaned yourself up before tossing the towel in the dirty laundry and crawling on the bed, laying face down and sprawling out in exhaustion. One of your legs was straight out, the other slightly bent, and you hugged a pillow as you took a deep breath. Christ, that was tiring, you thought to yourself, and Ben seemed to agree with the thought as he yawned, grabbing your phone where it had dropped on the floor and fiddling with it as you peeked over the pillow, watching him.

“What are you doing?” you asked curiously, staying where you were as he lifted up your phone, hiding his face from yours. A second later, the flash went off and you realized he’d taken a picture of you, a shit-eating grin on his face confirming the realization as he quickly texted it to himself, locking the phone. He then tossed it back on the carpet, crawling into bed with you and laying next to you as you rolled your eyes playfully. “Are you proud of yourself for that one?”

“Yeah,” he replied with a dumb, goofy smile, and you laughed before turning onto your side and cuddling up to him. You draped your arm across his abdomen as you rested your head on his chest, which was still unbelievably warm and slowly losing its redness. And suddenly, he made a small noise of disgust, shifting slightly as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What? What did I do wrong?” you asked, sitting up as he gave you a half-assed smile, then wrinkled his nose.

“Full offense – you’re kind of super sweaty right now,” he admitted, and you laughed, only mildly offended as you smacked his chest gently, then laid back down on him.

“Look who’s talking, Mr. Stinky! Have you smelled yourself since you left that match? You’re horrid, truly.”

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fuwafuwamedb · 5 years ago

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Six Months of Waiting Pt 2 (Hakuno, Gilgamesh, Ereshkigal, Ishtar)

The moment that the god returned, Hakuno was already itching by the gates, looking passed the path to where the goddess Ninsun was waiting.

She was so close. After all this time waiting, she could go up to the surface and see Gilgamesh again. They could resume what they had been enjoying together, without the process of courtship this time. She couldn’t wait to show him what she had made for him while she had been waiting. The cloak was carefully hidden away in the depths of her bag-

“Hakuno!”

Hakuno jumped, glancing back to see Ereshkigal following her.

“M-mother? What’s this?”

“You were so excited,” she explained. “I thought it might be fun for us to go together to the human realm. I can spend a month or so in my temple with you.”

She… she was coming?

Over the course of the past six months, she hadn’t breathed a word about what had made her so upset to leave the human realm, but her mother had been worried. Each day, the woman had happily accepted blessing Gilgamesh and Uruk, allowing her to see the humans of Uruk to their proper afterlife fates.

To think that her mother had thought to come with her though…

“What about Dumuzi?”

“That is what the other underworld gods are for.” Ereshkigal motioned behind them, to where Dumuzi was being dragged off already. “Let’s go!”

The blonde held her hand, smiling as they bounced up the path to Ninsun’s side.

The goddess glanced between them before simply smiling.

“So it is to be a visit like that then, Ereshkigal?”

“It will be wonderful to see the city of Uruk again,” Ereshkigal told her. “Hakuno fell in love deeply with your son’s city. She wept this whole time apart from it.”

A pair of red eyes flickered back to them and Hakuno sighed.

“Ereshkigal.”

“Yes?”

The goddess smiled. “Have you thought about suitors for your Hakuno. As the goddess Geshtianna, she will need to consider continuing her life at someone’s side.”

“A suitor?” the goddess frowned. “Hakuno is too young and innocent for a suitor. She would fall for anyone at her age. She should wait until… Perhaps 200? I think that may help her be wise.”

Was her face burning or the warmth of Utu’s sun just getting to her?

“I was thinking about my Gilgamesh for her,” Ninsun offered in a honeyed voice.

“Your son has slept with more women than a vast majority of men in the human world combined sleep with in a lifetime. He can’t be trusted with my-“

“He’s experienced, yes, but he is capable. There won’t be any doubts about whether or not he could perform his duties as a suitor and husband.”

Husband?

The thought had her thinking coming to a halt. To think that she would be bound to him in ways entirely foreign, catering to his whims and fancy; she wasn’t sure about that.

“Absolutely not. In fact, if Hakuno continues to not see him, she’ll be best off. He will ruin Uruk for her.”

“Ummum,” Hakuno warned, but the goddess Ninsun turned, crossing her arms and scowling further.

“Your daughter is not almighty.”

“And your son is pursued by Ishtar. I cannot lose my daughter because your son is a pleasuring king.”

“You could speak to your sister-“

“And tell her what? She will not hear of this, Ninsun. I’d be mocked the entire way out of her palace and Hakuno would suffer. I won’t let that happen.”

Hakuno looked between them, noting Ninsun giving her a small, subtle wave to go as she loomed over Ereshkigal.

“My son could care for your child.”

“Care?”

Hakuno turned, hurrying along to the gates of Uruk.

She didn’t look anywhere but towards the great palace ahead. Her feet took the stairs to the ziggurat two at a time, her heart meanwhile pounding a strict staccato against her chest.

“Geshtianna!”

She didn’t bother looking to see the woman trying to greet her. She could see the king and he was so tired looking.

His hair had grown forth, his hands firmly on the tablet in front of him as he read quietly. At the sound of her running, she could see his head lifting up, those eyes catching sight of her and widening.

There was no stopping her.

Six months of waiting had turned into a rush of pure adrenaline, her hands grabbing his head upon her great leaps and bounds to him. Her mouth crushed against his, his tablet smashing loudly against the ground before there was a grip on her body. She could feel him kissing her hard, feel his hands in her hair as she tossed her bag to the side of the throne and continued to kiss him.

Air was unimportant.

Anyone else was unimportant.

“I… I came… straight here… as soon as I was free,” Hakuno told him.

“You did.” He was holding her face in his hands. She could still feel the stubble from his face. It must have rubbed against her too much while she was kissing him.

“You’re so much hairier than before,” she marveled.

“Oh? And you’ve gotten so plain,” he countered.

“I brought you something-“

“Gilgamesh!”

The king stiffened under her, looking around her to the person that had spoken. Hakuno followed suit, her eyes widening as Ishtar stood in the audience chamber with them.

Ishtar was powerful.

In and of herself, she was someone of great strength and unrelenting imagination for punishment. She’d heard Ereshkigal lament before. She’d seen the men that the woman twisted and curled around her fingers, conditioning them well before she severed their connection to her.

She could make the moon vanish, the sun hide upon its great path across the skies.

She could make the lives of anyone that crossed her one of great suffering.

“I do believe you were falling for me, King Gilgamesh,” Ishtar stated, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed.

“What need would I have for a useless goddess?”

“I’m not sure. You’re holding one in your arms from my sniffling sister.”

The man laughed, clearly out of his mind. Hakuno could feel her mind reeling. She needed to do something, show respect for the woman or some symbol of peace between them, but there was nothing available to her here.

“I have no need for you, Ishtar. In fact, the day your patronage to my city ends, the happier I will be.”

“The woman in your arms can’t even stay on the earth.” She smirked, “she is bound to the underworld, to those of the grotesque and deformed.”

“Then it would seem we finally have something in common,” Gilgamesh replied. “Our lovers and spouses are in rotation in the underworld.”

“Dumuzi means nothing.”

“Then you share far more in common with him than one would expect.”

He was going to get her mad.

Hakuno felt her fists clench against the king a bit more as she tried desperately to find words.

“You would require my sister’s blessing for her,” Ishtar pointed out.

“Your sister blesses me every day, from what her temple priests tell me. A great admission to her blessings by my respect back through the love I give her child would be far greater than that of any other.”

“You cannot marry a goddess except the patron goddess!”

Gilgamesh’s hands were in her hair now, as Hakuno found him pressing his lips to her temple.

“Won’t she be something, Ishtar? Imagine it, a patron goddess who saved Uruk from a four-month drought that starved the neighboring kingdoms; one who rescued the livestock that had escaped months ago and had already gone passed the limits of Uruk.”

Ishtar stormed from the room.

In her wake, Hakuno could only sit on the king’s lap, finding his whiskered face kissing her again.

“You were saying that you bore gifts,” the king purred.

“Ishtar will-“

“Don’t speak of her. She may come back just because of it. Show me your gift.”

She didn’t like it. She had a feeling in her gut that this would not end well, but her thoughts went to her cloak for the king and she faltered.

She reached into her bag, pulling the crimson fabric from within. It’s gold and navy pattern gleamed in the light of the room, matching the jewelry that he already wore around his neck.

“This material-“

“It’s made from the flock of the sheep that the gods keep,” Hakuno told him, “and dyed with the minerals found by the rivers of the underworld. It’s to bring health and protection.”

He laughed, nodding and looking closer.

He was picking at the thread.

“I’m not good at sewing, but I had some time-“

“Do not assume my thoughts,” he chastised.

The cloak was wrapped around her, being used to pull her in further.

Their lips met again.

“My smitten minor goddess,” he purred. “What am I to do with you?”

Hopefully protect her from the ire of her mother and aunt, Hakuno thought, sighing against him.

Six months away from the king had only ruined the walls she’d carefully built to keep her emotions in check.

One look at him and she’d remembered why it was so important to finish her gift for him.

His smile was more miraculous and stunning than the sun.

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optimizche · 6 years ago

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Angelic : Fantasies (Park Chanyeol/Reader)

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Tall and imposing, Chanyeol stood leaning against the bar, eyes glowing amber as they scanned the crowds on the dance floor.

There were women, dressed in deep-necked, high-hemmed dresses, vast expanses of skin on display as they danced, each trying to attract the attentions of the men they coveted.

Chanyeol was looking for a girl for the night, one that he could take with him and-

"What are we doing here, pray tell?" Yifan asked in a bored voice, swirling the glass of scotch in his hand, before downing the dregs.

Chanyeol raised a hand and signalled to the bartender to refill Yifan's glass. And his.

"You really need to start having fun, brother," he told Yifan, signalling to the darkened corner of the club where Jongin was pinning a young woman to the wall, practically glued to her at the lips, one of his hands under the hem of her dress.

Yifan rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious, brother," Chanyeol drawled. "These human girls are so desperate, throwing themselves at us at every opportunity they get. You should try taking one for yourself and for once see what I mean," he said, casually placing his half-empty glass back on the bartop, before standing up and walking toward the crowds of people dancing on the floor.

He zeroed-in on a girl, clad in a hot pink, clingy dress, who had been eyeing him up all night while she danced.

If there was one thing that had been ingrained in Chanyeol by his father, it was the simple principle that if he ever wanted something, he should just go ahead and take it.

As the crown prince of Hell, he was spoilt rotten by his father, who gave his eldest son anything and everything he ever desired.

Grasping the girl's hand, Chanyeol pulled her flush against himself, his hands finding their place on her hips as they both swayed and moved in time to the pounding bass.

The girl was ecstatic, that the man she had been lusting for all night was finally dancing with her. She breathlessly introduced herself, a name which Chanyeol forgot as soon as he heard it. It didn't matter to him. When she asked for his name he gave her a made up name, a fake name.

She was just a temporary substitute for the one he was really after, after all. Just a warm little cunt for him to ravage for the night.

Obviously high on the fact that a man like him had decided to give her the time of his day, she was flirting shamelessly with him. He played along. Humans were far too predictable to Chanyeol.

And when he whispered to his little plaything that he wanted to get out of here for a bit, she came with him without any hesitation.

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"Oh, David..." the girl moaned, as Chanyeol pushed two of his fingers into her.

She's tight, he thought. She'll do nicely.

He didn't even bother taking her home. The darkened alley at the back of the club would suffice for their little tryst.

One of her hands was palming Chanyeol through his pants and he could see it in her eyes that she was practically dying to suck his cock.

Very well, then.

"On your knees, slut," he said, his voice low.

She giggled as she sank to her knees before him, unzipping his pants, thinking that he had called her that term in a bid to indulge in his kink for degradation.

Little did she know that she was truly a whore to him. Meaningless. Just a means to sate his lust. Just another girl he was bedding in his millenia spanning lifetime.

As she took him into her mouth, his lips curled into a smirk, the first bit of relief to his lust coming with every lap of her soft, wet tongue.

In her mouth, he tasted like honey, and she was instantly craving for more of him. Another tactic employed by his kind to lure in the innocent victims.

Chanyeol grasped a handful of her hair, fingers knotting into the curls while he pushed himself deeper down her throat.

"Fuck yes..." he groaned, as he slipped deep into the wet heat of her mouth, his tip hitting the back of his throat.

In the distance, he could hear the girl gagging as she choked on his immense cock, but the roaring rush of fire in his own veins made him ignore it. All he cared about was his own pleasure.

He began to thrust violently into her mouth, gripping her hair with two hands now, to keep her in place.

Eyes closed, he threw his head back, his mind replaying tantalizing scenarios involving the one he truly desired.

Her.

God's daughter.

He imagined her naked, on her knees, sucking him off in front of the whole court of Hell. He imagined her moans. He imagined how beautiful she'd look with a mouthful of his enormous cock, her bright, doe eyes streaming with tears.

As much restraint he had developed over the course of his lifetime, just the very thought of her always became his undoing.

"F-fuck..." he groaned, spilling into the girl's mouth, riding out his peak with rough thrusts into her mouth.

The girl beneath him gagged and gurgled, unable to keep up with the copious, thick ropes of his come that filled up her mouth.

"Swallow it," Chanyeol commanded in a cold voice. "Swallow it all."

Swallow every last drop of my seed, you worthless bitch. I am bestowing you with an honour infinitely far above your station, you inconsequential human.

She obeyed, swallowing his release with an obedience that he had always been used to command, ever since his birth.

Pulling out of her throat, he looked down at her. She was a mess. Lipstick smeared. Sweat-matted hair stuck to her forehead. Mascara running down in black, teary streams down her face.

He grimaced at the sight before him.

"Get up," he barked, pulling her to her feet and turning her around forcefully to face the wall. "Bend over."

She did as he asked, too eager to get fucked.

He could smell her arousal in the air.

Lifting up the hem of her dress and bunching it around her hips, he didn't even bother to discard her panties.

The tiny g-string she was wearing could just be shifted to the side and-

"You're just a little whore, aren't you?" he said, sinking into her to the hilt, without giving her a moment to adjust to his size. "Wearing barely any clothing. Fucking strangers in dark alleys..."

She cried out.

He reached around and clamped a large hand over her mouth. "Shut up, you pathetic girl."

She moaned, liking the insults he was throwing at her. Growing wetter around his cock.

He chuckled, drawing out of her almost completely, before surging back in.

"You like being degraded, don't you, slut?"

She nodded weakly, mumbling something that sounded like a question into his palm, body heaving forwards, in time with his punishing thrusts.

"What did you say?" he asked, pulling his hand away to rest on her hips. Using the added leverage he began to fuck her even more forcefully.

"H-how...are you s-still so hard?" she stammered out between moans. "M-most men-"

And how he chuckled.

"I am not like most men," he replied, bringing his hand to cover her mouth once again.

Whenever Chanyeol was fucking anyone, he hated to listen to their moans. The sounds they made interfered with the fantasy he liked to play inside his head.

The fantasy of fucking her...

This time, behind closed eyes, he imagined taking her upon his bed. Her creamy skin a stark contrast against his crimson silk sheets. Her ivory wings spread out around her, fluttering helplessly as she tried to escape him. But she couldn't, because she had enchanted manacles clasping her wrists and ankles, keeping her in her place. He could hear her cries, her moans. How sweetly she would struggle, torn between resisting and giving in to the pleasure quaking through her body.

His thrusts sped up, and he kept up the brutal, unrelenting pace.

He imagined fucking her in full view of her perfect, angelic brothers. The insipid Yixing. The pompous toad Junmyeon. And the rest of the dull imbeciles. Baekhyun, Minseok, Jongdae and Luhan. They'd like that, watching their little sister getting fucked. He'd ask his own brothers, Yifan, Jongin, Kyungsoo and Zitao, to hold the angels down at the edges and tips of their spears and lances. Make them watch how he defiled their sweet little sister-

"Shit..." he groaned, his second orgasm catching him unawares, making him spill deep inside the girl's milking cunt.

She shuddered, letting out a whimper as she came, too.

Slumping against him exhaustedly, she was panting.

Chanyeol used this opportunity to shift his hand from her mouth to her neck. With a flick of his fingers, he snapped her neck, crushing her trachea.

As her lifeless body collapsed to the ground, he tucked himself back into his trousers.

And then he summoned Zitao, snapping his fingers in the air.

Hardly a second later, his brother was at his side.

"You know what to do, Zitao," Chanyeol said to him in a bored, disinterested tone, flicking his gaze to the body of the girl lying in a heap at his feet. "Clean and careful. As always."

"As I've been doing for the past, oh, just a few millenia?" Zitao replied jestingly, walking over to the girl's body, lifting it with ease into his arms.

Chanyeol smirked at his brother's jibe, flipping him off as he watched him vanish into thin air, to dispose of the girl's body. Leaning back against the wall, he fumbled around in his pocket to retrieve a cigarette. Just as he had lit the cigarette with a snap of his fingers, he heard approaching footsteps.

"I don't understand why you had to bring us all here to this cesspit, if all you wanted to do was wet your dick and murder humans," Yifan said, walking toward him, a scowl in his face, hands in his coat pockets. "I thought you brought us all here for the girl..."

Chanyeol took a deep drag of the cigarette, before exhaling the smoke in a perfect ring. Watching it dissipate into the air, he addressed his brother.

"I did bring you all here for the girl."

"Then why don't we mount an attack on her and her brothers and just abduct her?" Yifan asked.

A sly smile pulled at Chanyeol's lips. "I'm not in the mood for bloodshed just yet, brother. And as much as I despise the Angels, I am aware of their strength. I don't want any of my brothers to be hurt-"

At this, Yifan snorted. And then he began to laugh. Loudly. "Please, Chanyeol. Don't even bother saying that you care about your brothers. As long as you get what you want, you wouldn't hesitate to kill us off."

Cigarette resting between his smiling lips, Chanyeol raised his hands in mock surrender. "You caught me there, brother," he chuckled.

Yifan shook his head, still smiling. "I know you," he said. "You're planning something, aren't you?"

"Of course," he replied, taking another drag of the cigarette. "Fighting and abducting is easy. I want her to come to me. I want her to crave me like an asphyxiating human craves air. I want her to be driven mad with desire for me. I want her to willingly spread her legs open for me. That way is far more enjoyable. More satisfying."

A moment of silence passed. Then Yifan spoke.

"And how exactly will you do that?" he asked, quirking a brow.

Chanyeol tapped two fingers to his temples. "Dreams, brother. Dreams."

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misssophiachase · 5 years ago

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Yess lemme help a fellow procrastinator procrastinate. AU/AH. I did this but I wanna read your version of it. Klaus is a well known porn star and caroline is his biggest fan and she meets him for the first time!

Thanks, lovely lady, sorry for the delay. Yes! I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this prompt before somewhere, not sure my version will compare at all. I did change the premise quite a bit to suit me but I hope you still like it. Title and lyrics by U2.

Even Better than the Real Thing

Las Vegas, NV

Give me one more chance…

The crowded, front stage was heaving and it seemed to swell more every time he blinked. It shouldn’t have been a surprise given his successful career, popularity and the fact it was the annual Adult Entertainment Convention in Las Vegas.

He’d attended it for years, Klaus actually losing count how many times, but it seemed as if the whole experience had somehow become increasingly tedious and manufactured.

Klaus hated to admit he’d retired from the industry because it made him feel so damn old and not because he missed the attention.

He still craved attention.

But only from one person.

As he combed the crowd, madly hoping a set of expressive, blue eyes he knew as well as his own would materialize.

But they didn’t.

She wasn’t there.

He felt his chest constrict at the prospect. Most guys would die to have women screaming his name and throwing their best underwear on stage but Klaus was immune to such things by now.

Today, all he felt was numb. He had been ever since she told him it was over.

For good.

Well, my heart is where it’s always been…

His publicist nudged him in the ribs, gesturing to the nearby signing table. Klaus slightly relieved the part where they ogled every part of his body (well, mostly his famous, oversized appendage) was over and now purely about talking with the fans securely behind a wooden desk.

Klaus could never begrudge them or their intense enthusiasm. They were the reason for his popularity and high earnings.

He’d arrived from England orphaned, poor and desperate at first but the world of adult entertainment had captured his attention. Mainly for the money to support his siblings at first but then it had become an addictive drug he’d learned to embrace. And the best part?

He could have fun and turn off his emotions at the same time. Win-win.

Well, that was until he met her.

Feisty. Articulate. Gorgeous.

She’d interrupted one of his first signings in Los Angeles, an anthropology major at UCLA suggesting ways he could make his acting more believable to represent human nature. It was a clear protest given everything about her screamed girl-next-door.

But he could see there was much more.

Caroline Forbes was both stunning and intelligent. Blonde, blue eyes and a steely resolve Klaus knew he could never break, nor did he want to. This brilliant woman was going to be the death of him, not that he minded.

If Klaus wasn’t so smitten he would have told her where she could shove her acting suggestions but he didn’t.

In fact, he’d let her show him exactly what she meant over multiple dates and outings. And he couldn’t argue with her suggestions at all, told her she could be his consultant. Caroline Forbes being Caroline Forbes had told him she liked to boss him around for free.

He hadn’t kept the smile off his lips for days.

Well, until she decided their arrangement was purely professional, even unpaid. It killed Klaus that he could look but not touch.

His casual flings dried up completely as he tried everything he could to convince Caroline Forbes he wasn’t the player the media portrayed him as. Fast forward two years and Elvis married them in Vegas. The convention each year had served as their anniversary celebrations.

Until now.

This year was the first they wouldn’t celebrate because she wanted to dissolve their marriage.

My head is somewhere in between…

It hurt.

So much so that he’d struggled to attend at first. Sure they’d had their issues but Klaus hoped they weren’t too far gone. He shuffled his way to the signing table, not bothering to look upwards at first. Until someone spoke.

“You’re even hotter in real life,” she purred, Klaus looked up probably against his better judgment given his current x-rated view of her left breast. “Can you please sign…”

“Woah, no need to flash the flesh, dear,” another voice intervened. “Trust me, he’s the kind of guy that will forget birthdays, kill your goldfish ‘chips’, forget to put the toilet seat down then…”

He knew her melodic voice all too well and while Klaus was glad she’d appeared, even at a completely inopportune time, he hated lies and needed to set them straight.

“I forgot your cousin Hayley’s birthday mainly because she hates me and our other goldfish ‘fish’ actually ate ‘chips’, I was trying to spare you the grief, love. As for the toilet seat, I am a male, we just can’t help ourselves.”

“Um, all I wanted was an autograph,” the confused girl stammered. Klaus immediately felt bad she’d been caught in the crossfire.

“Of course you do, would you mind lending me a pen to sign the divorce papers when you’re finished?” Caroline asked.

Klaus was struggling not to react, his wife was testing his resolve. But that wasn’t unexpected. The fireworks between them had only intensified in recent months. If only they could settle their disputes in a more private and civilized way, his king-sized bed would be the perfect venue.

“I only have this…” the girl offered feebly, looking between the couple in complete confusion.

“Lipstick?” She murmured, before inspecting it closely. “Mmmm, I don’t think the law looks too favorably on Malibu Pink, right Klaus?”

“I don’t think the law discriminates by lipstick shade,” he growled.

“Wait, are you two married?” Someone a few people down in the line shrieked.

“Apparently,” he conceded. “Until the lipstick dries, right love?”

“Oh my god,” she murmured, the crowd seemed to erupt, surrounding the ‘happy’ couple all at once.

“Is he really that skilled with his cock?”

“And his mouth? Those crimson lips are to die for, I know where I want them on my body.”

“How does he do that thing exactly with his tongue during ‘69?”

Klaus could see his publicist furiously shouting on her mobile, but for some reason, the feeling of her body slammed against him in the resulting chaos calmed him.

She always had that effect on him.

Klaus was waiting for her to pull away as usual but she clung onto him before offering an answer to the multitude of questions hurled her way. “A lady never talks.”

The crowd, obviously upset by her non-response, decided to revolt. He grabbed her securely, signaling to his publicist to send the limo to the underground carpark of the Bellagio and an extra couple of reinforcements to get them through the increasingly hostile crowd.

“What’s the matter with these people?”

“They like a lot of details,” he offered, his lips brushing her earlobe. “We are at an Adult Exhibition Convention after all.” She gave him an uncertain look before stepping away. He was worried about her safety at first until she yelled out for the benefit of the crazed crowd.

“Klaus Mikaelson is everything he purports to be on film. His cock is really that huge, a little crooked but he uses that particular trait to his and my benefit. His mouth and tongue meanwhile are equally legendary.”

Klaus had every intention to intervene but hearing her talk about his prowess this way had rendered him briefly useless. So too the crazy hordes who decided they loved Caroline and all the details she had to offer.

“So, why exactly are you divorcing him?” She’d been unable to respond to that, which piqued his interest, but it helped her that the reinforcements arrived in a timely manner.

Oh my god,” Caroline hissed, pacing back and forward in his hotel room ninety minutes later. “What will the Sheriff think?”

“That you have a healthy, sex life?”

“Not helping, Mikaelson,” she groaned. “I came here to get a divorce, not embroil myself in some scandal.”

“So, why say those things? Why even show up here? Were you trying to embarrass me because you obviously got your wish.”

“I’ll admit my intentions weren’t so pure at the outset, but I gave your cock the best damn review you’ll ever get.”

“You said he’s crooked.”

“And he is, which is the best way to reach those places most guys can’t,” she purred, her left eyebrow cocked mischievously.

“Oh really?”

“I didn’t come here to stroke your oversized ego, blame the huge, crazy, unrelenting female contingent,” Caroline shot back.

“I know why you came,” Klaus murmured, gruffly. “Just give me the papers if you hate me so much.”

“I don’t hate you,” she whispered, only loud enough to be heard. “I’m just so scared.”

“I would never hurt you, sweetheart. You know that.”

“Scared that I’m not enough and that there will always be something better around the corner on your next road trip.”

“I’m basically retired by choice and last time I got feisty on a road trip was when you stowed away with the luggage in Nashville.”

“That was fun,” she shared before switching back to reality. “I’m sorry, I’ve been dishonest with you and a little crazy because of all these foreign hormones. I mean I totally meant to crash your signing in LA all those years ago but not today because..”

“You’re pregnant?” He asked huskily, his eyes dropping to her toned belly thinking of what could be.

“I am,” she conceded sheepishly. “I meant to share this in a much more private and controlled setting not tell the world all about your appendage.”

“You are amazing and, not just because you told everyone how well endowed I am, love.”

“Have I ever told you how much of a conceited ass you are?”

“Not enough obviously,” he shared. “I love you, Caroline Forbes. I’ve seen plenty of fake in my industry but you truly are even better than the real thing.”

#thanks nonnie #even better than the real thing #misssophiachase #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline #this was so much fun #klaroline drabbles

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ill-skillsgard · 6 years ago

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Hell and All Its Devils - Alex Høgh Andersen/Valter Skarsgård/Bill Skarsgård

Title: Hell and all its Devils

Description: Going to Hell and finding out all the devils are handsome is an eternity you might be able to get comfortable with.

Warning: 18+ for sex/slight DDLG/weirdness/swearing etc.

A/N: The first (and technically only so far) fic I’ve written with AHA in it.

I wanted to break up with him. Alex and I just weren't meant for each other. And before you begin to think ill of him, let me just mention that it didn't have anything to do with something he had done. At least, nothing he had done on purpose. His acting career was starting to take off and I was seeing less of him because he was always abroad. Even though he sent me video messages that I could watch over and over again before I chose to let them disappear, it wasn't enough to fill the lonely void. I had stopped going out to bars because fending off strange men was not something I wanted to do while I was hopelessly drowning the sorrows that had arisen from remembering that my boyfriend was having a blast filming in Ireland, New Zealand, South Africa or wherever. It became obvious to me that going to bars was only fun if you were there to attract mates. So you can see how it seemed pointless for me to attend Ladies Night or Friday three-for-two cocktails when I was tied down to a boyfriend I thought I was just making up in my head. The music reminded me of him and the way he would always dance to pretty much anything that was playing over a speaker. He didn't care if it was country or reggae or gangster rap. Alex always liked to move. In his sweats with his hair up in a bun, walking down a store aisle pushing a shopping cart, at parties sprinkled with TV actors, on the beach when someone walked by with music playing on a cell phone- he cracked a smile and did a dance. Sometimes it was downright exhausting trying to keep up with his high energy for an entire day but when those blue eyes darted at me and scanned me from top to bottom and concluded with a delectable lick of his lips, I couldn't help but melt in my panties a little. That's why it hurt so bad to envision the scenario of me sitting him down after he had come home to explain why I couldn't be with him anymore. All those times I watched him shake his ass while we were shopping for groceries or how he looked when he got home from the gym still pumped and rosy from his efforts weren't enough to quell the raging fact that I was so desperately alone when he left for his work. I thought I could swing it. I thought I could date an actor but it was less glamorous than wrap parties and helping him prepare for auditions by reciting lines with him. It was trying not to beg him to fly out to see me on an off day of filming when I knew he wouldn't be able to stay awake through the time change anyway. It was putting on his show just to watch him speak. It was me thinking about how invariably sad I was when there was nobody beside me in bed. Then one night, Alex fucked me and everything changed. And when I say "everything" I mean everything. Alex insisted that he would get a car home from the airport so that I didn't have to pick him up. When I told him that I didn't have to and that I wanted to pick him up he scoffed and said, "No, no, no, you're not going anywhere. Just get yourself ready for me. I have a month's worth of cum to dump inside you." "You're lying," I said. He laughed heartily. That laugh that I loved so much. "What do you mean?" "You sent me a snap of you jacking off last week," I reminded him. "Oh, yeah... Well, that doesn't count." "It counts." "Fine! I have a week's worth of nut to bust inside of you, okay? Get excited. Daddy misses his tight... Fucking gorgeous little pussy." "Oh my God! What did I tell you about referring to yourself as Daddy?" "Sorry! Sorry. I know you don't like that." "It creeps me out." "Hey, but can you actually do me a favor?" He asked. "Yeah." He dropped his voice low and rumbled, "Send me a picture of it." "No!" "Why not? Please! Please... I want to see. Get me hard before I even get home." "I have to... Shower. You'll see it soon enough." "Never soon enough, baby. Never. Okay, I'm going to let you go and I'll see you in half an hour, yeah?" "Yeah." "All right, bye." When he came through the front door hauling only one suitcase with him I knew that meant that he was only staying for a little while because when he had initially left he had two cases with him. Nevertheless, I was elated by his warm presence. Every time I watched those bright blue eyes light up I couldn't believe that they were sparking for me. "Come to me. Come to me, now!" He threw his arms open and I bounded into them. He lifted me and whirled me around like I weighed nothing and when he kissed me I instantly turned to mush in his arms. The overwhelming glow that he gave off made me forget all about how much I had been thinking about breaking up with him. How could I? He kissed me deeply with both of his hands on my cheeks. His dark hair was down and I ran my hands through it. "Go on and get upstairs. Get naked. I'm going to put a hundred babies inside of you." Alex came vaulting up the stairs and met me before I had a chance to take off all my clothes. Luckily he was there to help and soon I was stripped down to nothing while he was still wearing jeans, a long-sleeve, and his denim jacket. I pulled at his clothes but stood back after he dropped his jacket on the floor and took off his shirt. He must have been really keeping up at the gym while he was away because his body looked just as cut or even more so than when he had left. It was another thing about us that was different. Alex liked to keep in really good shape, or rather, he had to for his role even though I knew he would still be a gym rat without the acting career. I didn't much care for working out even though I tried. Alex had been a good trainer at first but I never kept up with it while he was away. He could always tell how badly I had been slacking whenever he would convince me to work out with him. He could run around the block ten times easy and I could hardly make it around twice without panting like a lost mutt. He didn't care if I worked out or not though. He tossed me on the bed and climbed up between my legs anyway. His evil tongue slithered out after he pressed a few kisses to my legs. "Baby, can I ask you something? And you're allowed to say no and I expect that you will but... Fuck... Would you... Nah, nevermind. Some other time." I sat up slightly with pause, "What? What is it?" He shook his head and continued to trail kisses down my inner thighs. I pulled my leg away from him and he laughed as he tried to catch me. "It's nothing. Nevermind!" he said, flashing teeth with a cheeky grin. "It obviously isn't nothing if you brought it up now. What were you going to ask?" Alex rolled his eyes but continued to giggle, "I just... Fuck, I get so... Horny on set. I can't get off to porn. I mean... I can but it sucks. I was sitting there one night thinking how great it would be to have you up on my screen whenever I wanted... Doing dirty things for me." "Alex... I send you videos all the time." "I know but I usually don't get them until morning when I have to go to the gym. Then they disappear. You should send me ones that I can keep." I swallowed hard. The idea of sending each other explicit videos had been discussed several times and we always drew the same conclusion; although we trusted each other, we both recognized the type of damage one could do with a single video and since Alex was starting to get recognized everywhere, he particularly paled at the thought of a video of him stroking his cock getting leaked across the internet. I completely understood. "We talked about that-" "-Let me make a movie." Crossing my arms over my exposed chest, my look soured and he scoffed again at me, nudging my knee to indicate he was just kidding around. But I knew he wasn't kidding. The mischief in his eyes was undeniable. He was a good actor but I could tell when he was withholding the truth just by how playfully he decided to approach a touchy subject. "See? I told you it wasn't worth bringing up." "What do you mean 'a movie'?" I interrupted. "Like... You know. A video of you and me. Just a little something to keep me going when I'm away for so long. Something that can hold me over until I can afford to take you with me." Another thing about Alex that bothered me was how easy it was for him to charm me into doing things that I knew were bad ideas. He had this innocent young pup look that was just a ruse for a snarling wolf of a dark side and I usually didn't recognize I had been coaxed until it was too late. He pulled out one of his nice cameras and popped in a memory card that had been tucked away in the same camera bag. "I'll have to get you to send me it later," he said with an unrelenting smirk of victory on his handsome face. "Why can't you just use your phone?" I asked. "Because! I want full HD. I want to see every fucking drop of my cum leaking out of your pussy in 1080. If we're going to do this, we might as well do it right, yeah?" Trying not to blush, I shoved my face into the pillow until he had his camera all set up. When I looked up, the lens was pointed right at me, mounted threateningly on a tripod that had been tucked away in his half of the closet. "No! What the hell? Alex! I can't do this with that pointed at me so aggressively!" Alex ignored my complaints and went about making sure the framing was to his liking. He surveyed the screen and made adjustments all while looking completely enraptured in his work. This was an art project for him and himself. He got behind the camera again and unzipped his jeans with one hand while gently setting the angle of the camera with his other hand. "Do me a favor and start playing with yourself for me... Please?" When I watched his hand disappear into the front of his pants it was like a trigger that wiped any memory I had had of denying him what he wanted. I leaned my back against the cushioned headboard and spread my legs, reaching down the center of my body to stroke my clit to life while I watched him bite his lip and rub his cock in his jeans. "Oh, that's nice, baby, yeah. That looks good." "Does it?" "Yeah. Fuck yeah," he hissed. "Get it all nice and wet for me. Get it nice and wet for Daddy." I bit back what I wanted to say to him and just did as I was instructed because he started slowly pushing his pants down and that was what I ultimately wanted whether there was a camera pointed at me or not. My boyfriend fucked me like an animal, in all positions and ignored every rule we had ever set for each other. We started off in classic style with me slowly licking at the head of his cock while up on all fours as he stood at the bed's side edge. I missed him so much that I was moaning around his length in no time. Snapping his hips back before he got too close, he smiled and pushed my hair out of my face. "Oh my, that's a nice mouth," Alex nodded at me, slapping my pouting lips with the underside of his cock. "Daddy likes." He wasn't supposed to call himself Daddy and I wasn't supposed to just grab his balls and cause him to gasp but we were both breaking rules. When I had them firmly in my grasp he shivered. "What did I tell you about that?" He whispered so that the camera couldn't pick up his voice. "I don't remember, Daddy." That demonic giggle waltzed from his throat as he grabbed my wrist and squeezed hard so I let go. "Turn around, now. Show the camera your ass. Go on. Get down closer. Closer to the end of the bed. Yeah, that's right." I don't know why I was so pliant to his command but I did what he said and he climbed onto the bed after me and I could feel the entire corner sag beneath his weight. With both his hands on either one of my ass cheeks, he spread them apart and gave one a firm slap that echoed off the walls of our bedroom. "Good evening, Mister Andersen. I'd like to present to you something that I'm sure will get your cock automatically hard. This gorgeous set of holes that this incredible young lady has gifted to you and you alone to fuck. Tonight, I'm going to do all sorts of nasty things to it for your viewing pleasure. So sit back and enjoy the fucking view, my good man!" A laugh threatened to escape my mouth after I had realized that he was narrating homemade porn to his future self. It was a ludicrous idea but nothing was too silly for Alex to try once. He continued to slap and pry me apart, looking at me and then back at the camera, nodding with a smirk as he went to work. I tittered when I felt his mouth suck a nice sloppy kiss on the right side of my ass before switching to the other side. "Already so wet," he mused, slapping my slit a few times for emphasis. "Listen to that... Pure fucking wetness just for me." Instead of slapping me some more he dipped his middle finger between my slick folds and gently into my opening just for a moment. When he took his finger out he popped it into his mouth and moaned with extra drama projecting his voice. "So good. Is there anything better than fresh, sweet pussy juice?" We started the night with a plan and by the end of it, I think the camera's battery had run out. He had been playing with me all night long and well into the early morning. When I looked out the window with my make up crusted in the corner of my bleary eyes I could see a watery screen of the pale violet morning sky driving the dark back down into the horizon. Alex and I had fucked for hours and the sheet was spotted with various stains from drool, his cum, my cum, and our sweat. We passed out with his cock still inside of me, no pillows and the camera still mounted on the tripod.

~*~

Our little romp into the amateur porn world was mind-numbing enough to make me forget that I had ever thought about breaking up with him. Even when he left I stopped wallowing in the tars of my self-pity. Life seemed to return back to normal and I could maybe handle him being gone for weeks at a time. I didn't want to lose him. I had been stupid to question my devotion to him. But I'd like to remind you that I did say that everything changed. He called me one night before bed. It was the afternoon for me but for him, it was nearly midnight and he had admitted he was bored in his rented apartment, alone and craving a good old-fashioned orgasm before going to sleep. His voice sounded weird on the phone like he was doing a bit and making his voice lower and more resonant. "Why are you doing a character right now? Or are you starting to lose your voice?" I asked him as I made my way upstairs to take the memory card out of the camera so I could send the file to him using a card reader. "I'm not? What are you talking about?" He asked. Even his accent sounded different and I was certain he was joking around and changing his voice just to be an idiot. I laughed it off but when he started telling me about something else it honestly sounded like I was talking on the phone to a stranger. "Seriously, Alex, what the hell are you on? Why does your voice sound like that?" "Alex? What the hell are you on? That's not my name. Why are you being weird? This is my voice." "No, it's not! Why are you doing a character right now? I thought you wanted me to send you this fucking video?" "I do! You're making it weird!" "No, you are!" "Just send me the video for fuck's sake! Or get on FaceTime and show me your pussy." I shook my head as I popped the memory card into the reader and stuck it into the computer. "It's going to take a little bit. The file is huge." He laughed and it wasn't his normal laugh. "Yeah, we fucked for hours, didn't we?" "Are you there with your buddies pulling a prank on me? Because it feels like that's what you're doing right now." "Babe... I'm literally alone in my apartment." "Put Alex on the phone." "Who is Alex!?" "My boyfriend!" "I'm your fucking boyfriend! Who the fuck is this Alex guy you're talking about?" I stared at my cell phone screen and saw the name Husband<3 at the top of the screen with a picture of us together in the mountains when we went to Norway but something was extremely off. It wasn't Alex in the picture anymore. It was somebody I had never met holding me, smiling with me. The voice filtered loudly through the speaker trying to get my attention and I scoffed. "Okay, Alex... This is the most elaborate prank you have ever pulled. You honestly got one of your buddies to photoshop our picture from Norway together? I'm impressed." "Babe... I'm seriously starting to get angry. You need to stop calling me Alex. It's getting really weird." "Then what is your name then, huh?" I humored him. "It's Valter, you idiot." "Well, Valter. I have no fucking idea who you are or how you got my boyfriend's phone but this has gotten a little out of hand. Please put Alex back on the phone." "Stop it. Now," the voice said angrily. "You stop it!" "I don't know why you're being such a brat but I'm definitely not in the mood anymore. Forget I asked about the video at all. Goodnight." I stared at my phone in awe for a long time. Each time the screen would time out I would touch it and bring it back to life so I could stare at the picture of me and the stranger I had never met before in my life. The photoshop job was legitimate. I honestly could not tell that there had been any tampering at all and I half expected to get a phone call right back from Alex laughing his ass off for having fooled me so hard. The phone call never came but when the file transferred from the memory card to the computer I was hit with an even harsher blow of confusion. The video was definitely of me from the other night, naked on the bed, standing on my palms and knees, swirling my tongue all over the head of someone's cock I had never met before in my life. It was the same guy from the picture. He was tall- much taller than Alex and blonde. I covered my mouth when it had gone dry from falling open. Watching the video was equal parts disturbing, striking and bewildering. I shook my head a dozen times to make sure I wasn't having a crazy dream. The audio was real and I remembered everything that happened on the screen as it had happened that night only what I was watching was not me and Alex. It was me but the man with me was somebody I had never crossed paths with in my life. Alas, he was fucking me in all of the same positions that Alex liked to fuck me in. I clicked up the volume and heard him saying the same words that Alex said. I knew I was really losing it when, on the screen, he made me clamp my legs together and turn over on my side with my ass so depravedly displayed to the camera. The man in question used one huge hand to part me so he could slide his cock into my opening slowly and deliberately, showing his future self how good it felt by keeping my cheeks separated, moaning each time he pushed in and pulled out. The blond man leaned over to me and said, "I'm going to fucking come so hard inside that nice little pussy. You ready for it?" I watched myself twist my neck to face him and he kissed me as he pumped himself into me. I moaned and he nodded with a smile breaking our kiss. He looked at the camera and gave my ass one more satisfying smack. "She said I could come inside of her. What a nice, pretty girl. Are you a nice, pretty girl?" He asked me. "Mm-hmm." "Louder, for the camera, honey." "Yes." "Yes?" "Yes, Daddy." His head fell back as his teeth sank into his plump bottom lip. Lips that I couldn't remember kissing even as I observed myself doing so on the computer screen. I was startled by the ringing of my phone again. It was his ringtone. A song I had picked especially for him. It was a tune that he loved to dance to and that's why I had chosen it. But when I looked at the screen and saw the picture of us with the name Husband<3 displayed across the screen I felt my heart stop beating and the resulting lack of blood made it feel like I was being choked by an invisible hand. In the video he was thrusting into me hard, telling me how close he was to coming and that he wanted me to help him by squeezing my pussy around his cock as best as I could. He loved that. He had always loved that. His vocality during sex made for some memorable nights and had opened me up to try new things with him if it meant I got to hear more of his sweet, filthy words. When I answered the phone he didn't say anything right away. He only sighed as we both sat in silence listening to each other's breathing. "You going to apologize to me? Because you know I can't sleep when there's a rift between us." Tears started bubbling up behind my eyes. Where had my Alex gone? How was it possible that I was watching somebody else pulling his cock out of me followed by a thick trail of white cum? He bit down on my left ass cheek hard and I squealed in the video. I got up and went to the full-length mirror in our closet, still on the phone with him as I pulled down my pants to see if there were any remnants of bruises left where he had maliciously bitten me. Nothing but more confusion poured over me when I saw the purple splotch that had lightened since that night but still remained in the exact spot he had sunk his sharp teeth into. "What's your full name?" I asked. He scorned the question with an impatient scoff. "Valter... Skarsgård. You want to say it back to me?" "Valter Skarsgård." "Need any other verification?" "Can we FaceTime?" I asked. "Yeah, one sec." I accepted the call and the face that appeared on my phone screen definitely belonged to the man in the video who was repositioning me so the camera could watch him fucking me from behind. It was not Alex even though my phone so prominently said my almost-husband was calling me from the number I had saved as his long ago. As I watched the face on my phone's screen, I felt a heatwave of shyness dry up my tongue. I didn't know what to say to the stranger on the other side of the call. And it wasn't as though he was ugly or even slightly unpleasant to look at. In fact, he was quite beautiful, with light green eyes and a cataclysmic pout the likes of which I had never seen. His hair was much shorter than Alex's but still long enough to fall over his face in blonde pieces. "Are you okay? You're really starting to freak me out," he mumbled. "I don't know if I am. I don't know." "Well just... I don't know either. Forget about the video. I'll just watch it when I get home next week." "Okay." "Are we good?" He asked. "Uh... Yeah. Yeah, we're good," I lied. "All right well... Guess I'm going to sleep now. I'll text you in the morning." "'Kay," I whispered. "I love you." "I love you too." When the call ended I ransacked the closet to find the shoebox full of photos I had kept with the intention of making a scrapbook but had subsequently given up on. Sifting through dozens of glossy pictures, I found all of our photos from the times we had traveled together and on nights out with our friends. Polaroids of me sitting on his lap or kissing him. Even my favourite picture of us sticking our tongues out at each other was devoid of all things Alex. I logged into my social media and saw in a relationship with Valter Skarsgård as a descriptive line in my profile. When I clicked on his page, his profile picture was of us together. In the closet, his clothes were all the same but in different sizes. His shoes were bigger, his pants were longer, his sweaters smelled different. Not unpleasant, but different. Why my brain decided to give up and go crazy on me then was a mystery that had me calling in sick for work and contemplating checking myself into a hospital. By the time he came home from shooting, I had fully accepted that I had gone batshit insane. He walked through the door and smiled at me. He was at least a full five inches taller and his face matched the one I had watched in our home video. "Hey, crazy. Did you miss me?" I cracked an uneasy smile. The last thing I wanted to do was alert him to just how violent the storm of perplexity had gotten within me. "Of course." "You're not still convinced that I'm not me?" "No... I can see that you're most definitely you." I didn't know what else to say to him and when he opened his arms for me to walk into I did just that and was scooped up lovingly like we had known each other for years. He kissed my cheek first and then my lips and I kissed him back even though it felt wrong. What I wanted to do was ask him what the fuck he had done with Alex and how he had managed to paste himself into every little detail of our domestic life together. Where was my blue-eyed, brown-haired Viking? Who was this tall, Swedish giant in his place? His taste was different, his mannerisms were different, his moods were different. Everything was just... Different. Surely I had somehow lost my mind along the path of severe mental anguish that had been carved out by the dread of being alone. Maybe it was my punishment for thinking about breaking up with him. No, surely something so mundane as the parting of two humans wasn't enough to cause such a splice in my matrix. There was something going on and I had a feeling it would reveal itself to me when it wanted to. Settling into my new life was surprisingly easy and one day I woke up and had already accepted that this was life and if nothing else fell into disarray then I might as well go about my days as normally as possible. Voices didn't come to me and I didn't relent into depression or even find it hard to get out of bed each morning. It was as though this new life had invigorated me. Valter was sweet to me but he wasn't without his bitterness. I found him to be playful but impatient, enthusiastic but sarcastic. His humor was a little darker but everything about him was physically brighter from his head of shining gold hair to his perfect nose and his broad shoulders to his long, thick legs that boosted him up much higher than my reach. He came home and promised to stay home for at least two months over the Winter. Filming had concluded and he was putting all other endeavors on the back burner so that we could spend time together. I was in love, renewed. There was a morning before we were scheduled to fly back home from our vacation in Cuba. I thought I had eaten something I shouldn't have but the feeling only lasted for a little while and then came back the next day on the plane. I managed to get up to vomit in the bathroom and sweat it out away from curious eyes. I had never experienced air sickness before. "You okay, babe?" Valter asked when I got back to my seat, big round eyes shining up at me from the aisle seat. "I think so. I don't know. I think I'm going to try to nap." "Yeah, you do that." He held my hand the entire flight home and then eased me through the airport after we landed. We drove home while I burped and started to feel aches in my muscles. After a week of feeling crummy and vomiting every day, Valter made a suggestion that smashed a whole bunch of sense into my head all at once. "Babe what if you're like... Pregnant? I don't know anything about that but your symptoms sort of match up." Blinking in sudden realization, I rose up sitting in the bed as Valter whirled around to face me in the computer chair, legs spread far apart, a look of curiosity on his face. "Oh... Oh shit. You might be right. Valter... What if I'm?- Oh, God." Piling into the car, we set off quickly to the drugstore to buy a couple of pregnancy tests. Valter was concerned and I could see it on his face but there was also a mix of something else. I sensed adventure and anxiety. They were playing Uptown Girl by Billy Joel over the speakers in the pharmacy and Valter didn't even crack a smirk at it or start to gently bop along to the music. Valter wasn't Alex. Our impatience led us to a coffee shop busy enough for the clerks to not notice us rush into the washroom together but not so populated that anybody came to disturb us by knocking. "Turn around. Turn around!" I exclaimed after he had locked the door behind us. "Okay!" He threw his hands up and pivoted on the heel of his sneaker. "Read the instructions first!" "I know how to use one of these, Valter." He turned back around glaring. "Oh, do you, now? I wasn't aware that you had ever been possibly pregnant before!" "I helped my friend take one in high school! Now, turn the fuck around so I can piss on this stick!" A gentle hint of a smile twisted the corners of his lips as he turned to face the wall again, hands behind his back as he rocked forth onto the balls of his feet. In the process of taking the pregnancy test, I peed on my own hand a little and whined when he made fun of me. I set the test down on top of the toilet paper dispenser and washed up while we waited with clenched lungs for the results to appear in the form of two lines or one. After I had dried off my hands and discarded the paper towel, Valter turned to me with a look of gentle unease. He grabbed the lapels of my coat and dragged me into a tight hug. "What if you're pregnant?" "I don't know." "Oh my God... What if I put a baby inside of you?" Laughing heartily, I nuzzled into the black wool of his coat and replied, "I don't know! I guess... We'll have to figure that out together." We both walked out of the coffee shop washroom hand-in-hand with the looks of a couple that had just realized their lives were about to change forever. I didn't know then that being pregnant would become the least of my concerns.

~*~

Valter came to as many appointments as he could during the weeks he was home. He was scheduled to fly out to LA to start filming after Christmas which was swiftly approaching. We didn't tell anybody about the pregnancy because we didn't want to jinx it. I even requested that he stay behind in the waiting room the first few times I went in to see the doctor. He didn't mind and held my hand until my name was called. Before I got up, he pulled me gently to kiss me. It was surprisingly caressing and deep and when he pulled back he was smiling. "I love you," he told me. "I love you too, booger." The doctor examined me and claimed that everything seemed to be progressing nicely and if I had no concerns to tell her about then I did not have to come back for at least a month. I contemplated telling her about the strange mental break down I had had months prior but it seemed pointless to bring it up then after I had already accepted it and moved forward. Valter wasn't in the waiting room when I left the office but there was a different man sitting in the seat he had been sitting in. He was the same height and looked up at me with these wildly striking eyes that made me recoil. They just bore into me and a happy smile stretched over his lips. "So? Everything okay?" I looked behind me to see if the man was talking to somebody else but it was just me and the receptionist out of view behind her desk. "Excuse me?" I asked him. I turned the corner to see if Valter had moved seats or perhaps had left to find a washroom. "Babe... What are you doing?" He asked. "What the fuck... I don't know you." He laughed, stood up and approached me. I backed up a little bit and bumped into a chair. My reaction confused him and he paused for a moment to give me an odd look. "You want to get going?" "I'm waiting for my boyfriend. Who are you?" He cocked his hip and jeered. The receptionist looked up from her desk and didn't attribute any concern to my exchange with this guy. "Well, I guess you're going to be waiting a while then because I'm leaving," the man with brown hair and wicked eyes shrugged. My gaze followed him as he left and it wasn't until I watched him cutting through the parking lot towards our car that I decided to start following him. "Um! Um! Excuse me! What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled after him as he unlocked our car and got into the front seat. He rolled down the window and threw up his hand. "What the fuck kind of bit is this? What are you doing?" "What are you doing? Get out of my car!" "Babe... This is my car." "No! My boyfriend bought it!" "You want me to show you the registration there, officer?" He jabbed. Reaching to pull open the glovebox, he pulled out the papers and handed them to me. I scanned the document and felt this horrible lump of bile rise up my throat. The car was a 2017 Chevy Impala registered to Bill Skarsgård. "Skarsgård?" I asked aloud. "Uh, yeah! You know... The last name our child is going to have? The last name you might get if your crazy fucking ass decides to marry me one day. Now, please... Get in the fuckin' car, babe. I'm starving. Let's go get falafel or something." The car ride was painfully silent and when we got our food we ate quietly. This Bill guy kept looking at me like I had two heads, which was fine because I'm certain that's how I was looking at him. The strange part was; he reminded me of Valter at certain angles and in different lights. I scrambled up the stairs to our room when we got home and threw open the closet door to start rummaging around my shoebox full of pictures again. If I could put into words the level of mystification, I would, but as I saw all of the shots of me with Bill, there was no way I could describe the feeling of panic in my gut. Why was this happening again? Where was Alex? Where was Valter? Why was I the only thing that was constant? Bill found me on the floor in the closet and shook his head. "Man... Pregnancy hormones are the real deal, huh?" Tears squeezed out from the corners of my eyes and I stared up at him. "Why is this happening to me?" "Why is what happening?" "This? Why are you different again?" "I'm not different. What are you talking about? You're really starting to freak me out! Did that doctor drug you or something because you're acting so weird!" "If you knew what I was going through right now you would understand." "Well, if I could be pregnant for you then I would!" "It's not that!" "Then what is it?" He bellowed. "I don't know! I can't explain it without sounding like a crazy person!" He knelt down beside me and wrapped me up in his arms. His scent was different. He smelled like high-end cologne. His shirt felt like expensive material. He was definitely not Valter yet somehow he knew me and knew that I loved to have the back of my neck rubbed and pinched. "I know things are changing really fast and all the time but it's going to be okay," he whispered. There was no trace of Valter in his murky green eyes. There was even less Alex. If there wasn't a mirror showing the reflections of me sitting on the floor and him kneeling beside me I would have said there was no trace of me left either. Yet I was there and so was Bill which was as much a comfort as it was an abstruseness that boggled my mind and shook me up even harder than last time. Exactly which part of Hell I had wandered off into escaped me. All I knew was that the devils there were beautiful enough for me to succumb to the gaslight. I slumped into his arms and let my tears absorb into his shirt as I accepted my new fate again. "I love you." "I love you, Bill."

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robronsecretvalentine · 6 years ago

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Another kiss, and you’ll be mine

@matan4il , Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you have a wonderful day –S.V.💘

Another kiss, and you’ll be mine

Tags: Fluff, Smut

He remembers the first time they’d spent a night together. Remembers watching the pale blue tint of Robert’s skin against the hotel sheets, remembers the breathy little snores that puffed out of Robert’s sleep slack mouth. It’d taken him a long time to fall asleep that night, even though he was exhausted from the drive and from the reason they were there in the first place. He’d been too excited for the chance to soak up every inch of this new Robert; his face relaxed and honest, freshly washed hair drying flat against his head. His fingers had twitched with the sudden need to smooth Robert’s fringe away from his eyes, but he couldn’t risk him waking up to that. So he’d stayed as still as he could and stared like a creep instead, losing himself in the fantasy of another life in a way he was too careful to do when Robert was awake. Taken in every dark freckle, every shift behind his lids. Just in case he never got to have that again...

It’d been a lot easier to convince himself that this was just sex when all they had was a sneaky hour at a time of kissing-fucking-fighting-laughing against the nearest—hidden—uncomfortable surface. Two hours if they were lucky, before Robert had to run back home to keep his already broken promises to Chrissie. But under that duvet? With Robert’s clammy toes seeking his out and Aaron’s heart annoyingly melty with the newly gained knowledge that he mumbled in his sleep?

He’d known then, hadn’t he? For sure. This was something else. Something much more. This was it.

The blood had rushed to his ears and he’d felt the heavy thump thump thump thump of his heart right between his eyes. It was meant to be easy, this. Just a bit of fun with the poncey git; a distraction from the dead-end his life had come to. Only, he’d gone and fucked it all up, as usual. Feeling way too much, all at once. And now he was fantasising about stroking the man’s hair, for god’s sake. Acting like he had any right to a normal life when he was just another messed up, self-destructive thug who pushed people away and felt sorry for himself. He had nothing real to offer. Wasn’t sure he was real sometimes.

But maybe that didn’t matter. In this in-between place, where he was Robert’s and Robert wasn’t his, he could play pretend to his heart’s content and get to share in this insane life for a little while. What was a little heartbreak, anyway? Nothing he couldn’t handle. It was a small price to pay for feeling like he was exactly where he belonged when they were alone together.

~~~

“‘ron? Wait,”

He’d been close to sleep when he heard it. Felt his cheeks heat up, bit his lip against the smile that threatened to spill over. It could be anything, really. Robert could’ve just been waking up.

But maybe… did he dream about him too?

You see, sometimes he thought Robert might feel the same. When he was feeling brave, when he’d just had a whole hour of Robert smiling at him like he was something good, or–

You’ll make me think I fell for a quitter.

He’d said that. Like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t blown Aaron away, out of nowhere.

So yeah.

Sometimes he thought he might get to keep whatever this was. Maybe this wasn’t just sex for Robert either. Maybe the best he’ll ever get won’t be one night in a hotel room. Robert wasn’t married yet. Anything could happen. Maybe - just maybe - this time he’d be enough.

~~~

It’s late.

He’s dipping in and out of consciousness, stroking the slick softness of Robert’s inner thigh and toying with the coarse hair there that kept getting caught under his ring. He could feel Robert’s sweat drying fast, a wave of goosebumps coming up in its wake. Robert insisted on turning any room they slept in into an icebox. Not that Aaron could complain too much when he made up for it by laying his post-sex warm body on top of him, knee curled up around his hip and shoulders pressing Aaron back into the mattress; His very own human blanket against the biting cold.

Aaron’s usually very aware of the years that have passed since those early months of confusion and chaos. Grateful that they’d moved away from all of that and grown closer. He still thinks back fondly of all their firsts, sure he does, but he wouldn’t give up what they have now for anything.

Something about tonight shrinks those years into nothing, though, and Aaron misses him. Suddenly. Desperately. Even when he’s right here, pressed so close his scent is almost suffocating and Aaron can really only see about 6 inches of blue-lit skin in front of him. His heart stutters in his chest, and for a quick second, he can’t quite figure out how to get his breath back.

It’s why he thinks the gasp comes from him. Until he feels Robert push his head insistently against his cheek, that is.

“Wha’s that for?” he whines, eyes shut and deeply annoyed frown in place.

Is he talking in his sleep again? But then he gets out of his head enough to register the tight grip he has on Robert’s inner thigh. Shit. He must’ve pulled at his hair by accident or something.

“Shh, sorry. Go back to sleep,” he says, smoothing over him with his voice and his palm.

He hopes he doesn’t, though. In fact, he’s quite glad he isn’t up on his own anymore, and he’s not ready for Robert to leave him alone again. Aaron’s well aware of how needy he’s being but he can’t handle tonight, doesn’t want to remember feeling so lost and unsure about Robert’s feelings for him. He just has to give Robert a reason to stay up with him.

Aaron slides his hand down under Robert’s arse with more purpose this time, “Or we could…” leaves the suggestion unspoken with his fingers casually cupping Robert’s balls.

“Wha–, again? Ha! Can’t get enough of me, I see.” He’s moved off of Aaron a little so he can wiggle his eyebrows at him like the absolute embarrassment that he is, eyes still barely open. Aaron’s definitely not charmed by it, no. Nor does he want to dwell on why that just makes his dick fill up faster.

“You talk too much for someone who’s just woken up.”

“And you are insatiable,” Robert purrs into Aaron’s neck, sounding pleased and beyond proud of the effect he has on him after all these years.

“Don’t think you’re actually complaining, mate.” Aaron suspects he might not be paying attention anymore, with the way he’s starting to pant hot and wet into his shoulder. That’s probably Aaron’s fault, though. He’s been rubbing his fingers between those cheeks, dipping them into his fucked out hole every few passes and enjoying the helpless little sounds coming from Robert as he pushes back into his hand in vain. Except the movement is dragging Robert’s heavy cock along Aaron’s and now he’s the one frantically pressing him closer and grinding up against him.

“Fuck.” Four years and he still feels thoroughly shaken up by him, rock hard from seconds of this. Robert tries to line them up better, gets a fist ‘round their cocks, rubs over the top and down the shaft, causing an obscene amount of pre-come to drip. He moves on instinct, chasing that feeling; the high of touching, pushing, stroking, breathing each other in. His erratic rhythm briefly slips when Aaron pulls his leg up higher and shoves his own greedy fingers in, firm, unrelenting. “S’good, Aaron, feels– Aaron, I–” Aaron catches his lips with his own. He knows he’s probably still feeling sore from earlier, knows how wild Robert gets at that little extra bit of hurt as Aaron rubs his wide fingers up into him and tugs at his rim, and he wants to give him something else to focus on. Wants this moment to last as long as it can.

Robert’s too exhausted to kiss. Instead, he tongues at his mouth, licking in and breathing hot all over. There’s not a hint of finesse. It’s sloppy and too wet and everything Aaron needs now, god, it makes his cock pulse so hard he’s feeling it in his toes.

He feels Robert start to rut against him, his strokes turning more insistent, little ah ah ahs pushed out against his cheek, and knows he’s nearing the edge. Aaron’s not ready though, and he doesn’t want to be left behind. It’s stupid, yeah, but he really can’t bear the thought of Robert getting off and falling asleep again, leaving him alone with the thoughts he’s been trying to ignore. It’s too late, though. Robert spills himself over his knuckles. Biting down on Aaron’s lip on reflex before licking over it in distracted apology while Aaron slips his fingers out of him and pets his bum with regret. He moves to look down at Aaron, giddy, satisfied smile in place, right up until it freezes and turns confused instead. Something of Aaron’s quiet dread must’ve bled through on his face and in the way he holds on tighter because Robert suddenly looks more awake than he’s been this entire time.

“Hey. Hey, come on, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, just stay with me.” It rushes out of him, urgent, and that’s just great, isn’t it? He sounds like a right nutter. Robert seems to agree as well, going by the look on his face.

“Yeah, ’course. Where else would I be, you idiot?” He’s laughing at him but he’s doing it in that soft way of his, so Aaron doesn’t feel too embarrassed. He’s trying not to, at least.

“Right. Where were we?” Robert barely gets the words out before he’s got Aaron thrusting up into the fist wrapped around his cock. He pins him down by sitting on his knees and sets a maddeningly steady pace, stubbornly not giving in to Aaron’s pleas for him to go faster, slower, and all Aaron can do is hold on for the ride as he’s shoved quite rudely over the edge.

He blinks his eyes open and all he sees is Robert, looking straight at him as he licks their come off his fingers. He’s spent, it shouldn’t be so mind-numbingly hot. But he lets out a tortured little groan anyway, as he feels himself give a final twitch.

He might have gotten a little carried away with watching pink mouth slide against wet skin, his own falling open in helpless echo, so he doesn’t really register it getting closer until he feels hot breath on his lips. And then Robert’s kissing him, feeding come into his mouth, dominating him with that bitter saltiness. All Aaron knows to do then is pull him down the whole way and take.

~~~

It takes him a while to gather his wits after that. He’s probably staring up at Robert with a come-stupid smile, but he can’t quite muster the energy to rearrange his face into something half decent. Robert smiles at him, thumbs fondly at his kiss-sore lips, before bending down for one more kiss, two more, a nibble, like he can’t keep away.

“There,” Robert pats him on the cheek, condescending pout on in full force. God, what now? “Stop thinking so much. No need to stress your brain out for no reason.”

What a twat. “Ugh, get lost.” He pushes him off, still somewhat shaky from the orgasm, and turns onto his side before Robert can catch his scowl slipping. He really doesn’t need the encouragement.

“No, Aaron, I can’t, or you’ll be sad again,” Robert declares, overly dramatic, overly irritating, as he pulls Aaron backwards onto their bed, and dives in to plant damp kisses all over his face. “Robert, nonono, stop!” He’s in tears because Robert’s jammed his fingers into his sides and he’s relentless. There’s no way he’s going down without a fight now. They tussle in bed for a minute more, until Robert accidentally slaps him hard in the nose with an errant, flailing arm and nearly ends up on the floor trying to escape Aaron’s vengeful kick.

He pulls him towards the middle of the bed, keeps pulling until Robert gets the hint and lays over him again (honestly, fuck this icebox room), and rolls his eyes at Robert’s grumblings about how he could have really hurt his back, Aaron. “Yes, alright, time for bed, grandad.”

12:30 am, the bedside alarm reads. Yeah, it’s time for bed.

“Happy Valentine’s, Mr Dingle.”

Robert snores in response.

~~~

“Y’know, this would’ve been a lot more romantic if you’d just stayed in bed like you were supposed to.” Robert’s trying to make them some ricotta pancakes, except he’d forgotten to make the strawberry glaze last night, and now he’s going to have to do that while making sure the pancakes don’t burn. And Aaron’s been no help whatsoever, sitting on the countertop with his foot wandering up Robert’s leg every ten seconds. He’s this close to turning the heat off and dragging him back upstairs, except he knows that’s been Aaron’s plan all along and he’s not giving in to it, damn it. He’s waited long enough for this.

“Tch. You were takin’ too long.” His voice is all sleep rough, eyes still slowly blinking away the night, as the beginnings of a pout take form on his lips. God, he’s so–

No. Focus, Sugden.

He moves a couple more steps to the left and continues mashing the strawberries. Let’s see him try his seduction tactics from all the way over there. He sneaks a glance at Aaron then, sees him sulk at the new distance between them. But at least he isn’t moving to rectify it. Good. Now he can concentrate on making this the best Valentine’s day breakfast Aaron has ever had.

~~~

“Ey, could you pass me the cheese? It’s behind…” Robert realises his mistake too late, as Aaron slowly slides off the countertop in a way that pulls his T-shirt taut over his chest, grabs the packet of ricotta behind him, and makes his way over to where Robert’s been innocently mixing the wet ingredients. All the while maintaining intense eye contact.

“Here you go.”

“Uh, thanks.” He sounds like he’s had sand with his morning coffee.

Aaron hops back on again, this time, much closer to Robert. He leans back on his arms a little, dropping his eyes down to Robert’s mouth before skimming them back up. “Don’t mention it.”

Ok, that’s it. He’s spent too much time and money having David order this particular brand of ricotta that’s supposed to be out-of-this-world, creamyaccording to suzy_bakes:)_52. He’s not having Aaron sabotage his plans with his– his face. “If you’re trying to distract me from my pancakes, it won’t work. They’re going to be perfect, so help me!” Aaron looks… alarmed. Which is fair, considering how shrill his voice got at the end there. “I’m not trying to keep you from your pancakes, you muppet.”

Oh. Then why was he… oh.

“What?” Aaron wants to know, smile already stretching in response to Robert’s.

He remembers how Aaron was last Valentine’s day, of course he does. It had been the best night in a long while.

It’s just. He’d been too nervous to appreciate the looks, then. So he’d shied away from every heated stare instead. Made desperate excuses to himself for every flirty grin he got. Timid in a way he’d never been before, even as his heart stubbornly lit up with new hope. He wasn’t going to overstep.

His friendship with Aaron hadn’t been new, no, but it’d been confusing. It had grown out of everything else they felt for each other, and he hadn’t known how to be one without being all of it. He’d tried though, had to, to stay in Aaron’s life. And Aaron—as usual—had refused to be helpful in any way, giving away soft words and softer smiles like he was done holding them in. Like he was allowedto.

He doesn’t want to think about that anymore. Not when he gets to bask in this now. He sets his bowl down and moves to stand between Aaron’s legs. The pancakes can wait. “Do you like seeing me in the kitchen, is that it? Maybe I should nick a chef’s hat from the pub next time. Work it into our bedroom repertoire.”

“Alright,” Aaron squints up at him in disgust, even as his hands slide under his shirt to pull him in closer, “you don’t have to get all weird about it.”

“Right, I’m the weird one here.”

“Always.” But then he breaks into a smile so unbearably tender, Robert’s finding it hard to take offence. He’d be more embarrassed if he wasn’t so selfish. No one’s ever been this for him, before. Known every part of him. Fought with every part of him, and still looked at him like he was something amazing. The way he feels when Aaron looks at him like that—He never wants to lose it again. He won’t.

“Don’t worry so much about today, Rob. We’ll make it perfect for us. Just like we did last year.”

Except better. Because this time, Robert gets to trade aimless kisses with Aaron, and think about maybe bringing this over to the couch to turn into a proper make-out session since Liv’s still out with Jacob. Only, he’s interrupted by a cheeky slap on the bum and Aaron pulling back with a self-satisfied smirk. “You can get back to work now. Wouldn’t want to come between you and your precious pancakes.”

“Our precious pancakes,” Robert corrects, just to see him snort.

Then he turns back to the bowl because these eggs aren’t going to beat themselves. And if he flexes his arms a little, folding the ricotta in, well. Aaron’s not going to complain, is he?

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akitokihojo · 6 years ago

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It’s About Time -Part 3

A bit longer than last week’s portion. A bit more angsty too (considering angst hasn’t even been a thing in this fic as of yet).

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Miroku retracted his arm from Sango’s shoulder, rolling his head back against the cushion of the couch and groaning loudly. It wasn’t often that he was at a loss, being the type that could break the ice like an actual elephant, but this time was different. His best friend was sulking. Actually and legitimately sulking. Locking-himself-in-his-room, mumbling-words, hanging-his-head-in-defeat sulking. He’d approached the situation jokingly at first, which was probably the worst thing he could have done. Hell, he’d never seen Inuyasha look so dejected before, even after breaking up with Kikyo, so it was perfectly understandable that he almost thought he was being pranked. Once he’d realized how serious this was, Miroku tried a more tender approach. He brought home comfort food, offered some distracting video game time, and even forked up the cash for a bottle of expensive whiskey to help Inuyasha relax and start talking. All of which were rejected.

He’d decided that two weeks was long enough, and it was time to take drastic measures. Enter Sango. After another failed attempt at coaxing Inuyasha out of his brooding stupor, he dashed out into the forty-degree weather, hopped into his car and drove straight to Sango’s apartment. It was against the “Bro Code” to spill about a friend’s personal life, but he didn’t know what else to do and thought a woman’s touch was all the guy needed.

By the end of Miroku’s story, Sango’s roommate came through the front door and froze after noticing him. It wasn’t the first time it had happened in the last week or so, but it didn’t make it any less weird. She hardly smiled, and after a moment, looked away awkwardly as she hung her coat and scarf on the hook nailed to the wall. After disappearing into her bedroom, Sango reluctantly admitted that Kagome had seemed down for a while now, too, with no given explanation.

“And you have no idea what’s wrong with Kagome?” Miroku asked, rolling his head to the side to glance at his girlfriend.

“Not a clue. She was totally fine and then all of a sudden, she just… wasn’t. I’ve asked her a thousand times to talk to me, but she keeps saying it’s nothing to worry about.” Sango replied, a concerned frown marring her features.

“Maybe it’s in the water.” Miroku suggested, feeling defeated.

“Not for Inuyasha.”

Miroku looked at her questionably, turning his body towards her once more in anticipation of what she had to say.

“You said he has a soulmate. What if he found her?” Sango inquired.

“Why would that upset him?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I don’t know. From all the stories you’ve told me about Inuyasha, he seems like the stubborn type-”

Miroku chuckled, nodding enthusiastically. “Oh, he’s definitely stubborn.”

“Therefore, he may be picky about his women. What if he doesn’t like his soulmate? Better yet, what if he doesn’t like the fact that he didn’t get a choice in the matter? I mean, it seems a little farfetched that 100% of the people that have a soulmate wouldn’t have a problem with their selection.” She shrugged, raising her eyebrows. Miroku sat there for a moment, allowing her words to sink in and process.

“Have I ever told you how brilliant you are, you gorgeous woman?” He boasted, squishing her cheeks in between his hands and pulling her in for a kiss. “What the hell would I do without you?”

She giggled, shaking her head and pushing his hands away from her face. “So, I helped?”

“Are you kidding? Everything makes sense now! That idiot is as stubborn as a mule. In fact, he’s so stubborn donkeys take after him. You’re damn straight he doesn’t like anyone calling the shots for him, especially in the love department.”

“Maybe you just need to help him take his mind off of things for now. Eventually, everything will calm down and level out. Even a guy like him can learn to accept change, right?” Sango asked innocently.

“Oh, uh… Give or take six months down the road he may consider the idea of accepting it.”

“…You’re kidding.”

“My dearest Sango, I never joke about Inuyasha’s attitude. He is, in fact, the worst.” Miroku smiled nonchalantly. “But I’ve tried to keep his mind off of things. I end up more rejected than a high school girl whose senpai won’t notice her. Thank god we’re in this together, huh?”

"We are?" Sango hesitated, frowning at her boyfriend who seemed all-too-eager to include her.

“Of course! Kagome could probably use the pick-me-up too! How about a house party? My place is big enough and we’re on the bottom floor. I’ll invite the neighbors, so they don’t complain. They’re young. They’re hip. Everyone can dance their worries away.”

“I can’t imagine Inuyasha being the dancing type.”

“He is when he’s drunk.”

The pungent smell of alcohol riddled the air as too many people bounced about, shouted, and dry-humped around him to the loud music. Inuyasha distinctly remembered telling Miroku he wasn't interested in hosting a party, and yet here he was; shutout of his own bedroom and forced to stand around awkwardly until the alcohol hit his system. He didn't know how his roommate always got his way, but the man was a master at persuasion and coercion.

He swiveled the red, plastic cup in his hand hoping the motion would make the ice melt faster and cool the warm whiskey so that it was drinkable. He watched as the two ice cubes hit the sides of the container, flowing in a circular motion as a small whirlpool was created. The lower temperature began to seep through the plastic, soothing his irritated hand and helping him to ignore the increasing prickling.

Ever since that day at the coffee shop, Inuyasha had felt like shit and these sensations had increased tenfold. He knew this party was Miroku’s way of trying to help bring him out of it but being forced to hang out in a very crowded room with a lot of drunk, obnoxious people was far from the answer. He just needed to ride the stupid feeling out.

Inuyasha had watched the message he’d written slowly fade from his palm, disappearing completely with no response. He’d stared at his skin for damn near an hour waiting for something to appear. Every day, he’d check his hands for notes or doodles and his flesh remained clean and clear. The only thing that remained to tie him with whomever the fuck this was, was the annoying, unrelenting tingling that spread from his wrists to the tips of his fingers, seemingly growing worse and worse by the minute. Inuyasha wasn’t one for melancholy to begin with. He was the type of guy that swallowed his problems to deal with another day, but this whole ordeal seemed to be eating him away and wearing him thin.

He was exhausted, he was aggravated, and he was anxious as all hell.

He took a large swig of his barely-cold drink, the whiskey burning at his throat as it coated it thoroughly on its way down. Slamming the cup on the small side table next to the couch, he made his way to the open front door, heading towards the fresh air and calmer atmosphere.

"Inuyasha!" Miroku shouted, waving over the many heads inside. A girl several inches smaller than him tailed behind, clutching desperately to his hand so as not to get separated. Her long, brown hair was held loosely in a high, messy ponytail that swayed side-to-side as she walked, and her dress was almost too revealing for this weather. "It's about time I finally get the opportunity to introduce you two! This is Sango!"

“It’s nice to finally meet you!” Sango smiled, extending her free hand to him. Inuyasha took it in his grip, making sure not to hurt her nimble fingers with his large hands. To his surprise, her shake was firm and powerful, the squeeze hurting his knuckles. When he’d first learned they were dating almost two months ago, he felt compelled to warn the girl about Miroku and his… tendencies. Maybe Miroku was the one he should actually be worried about.

“You probably don’t remember, but we’ve met before.” Inuyasha smirked, eagerly taking his palm back and rubbing it out.

“I don’t and I’d rather not!” She laughed awkwardly, no doubt remembering the hangover she suffered from that drunken night a few weeks ago. “I believe you know my roommate, too? Kagome? She’s here somewhere!”

Inuyasha’s fists clenched, the familiar surge of points and needles prodding his hands with a burning fury. His head twisted around the room, looking for her long black hair and bright brown eyes but coming up with faces he didn’t know and an abundance of putrid scents that burned his nose. Realizing Miroku was staring at him, he stopped and attempted to come off as casual as possible.

“She is? Well I… um… hope she’s having fun.” He slowly nodded, turning and exiting through the door.

The November air was cold as shit and he wished he’d grabbed a jacket before stepping outside, his demon blood not enough to keep him warm at this time of year. A chill crept through his long sleeve shirt and as his senses began to quiet, he could smell rain approaching in the air. It was cold enough at night where the water on the roads would freeze until the sun thawed it mid-morning, but not cold enough for snow just yet.

He walked outside the apartment building, the music still loud enough to reach his sensitive ears as he shoved his tingling hands into his front pockets for warmth. He was almost tempted to let his fingers freeze and fall off, the cold numbing them and aiding in some form of relief from the undying torture.

“Oh. Hey.” A sweet voice greeted as he turned the corner, nearly bumping into her small body that leaned against the wall. Kagome stood there, her chocolate eyes gazing at him unsuspectingly. Her hands were tucked inside the pocket of her dark blue pullover hoody, the logo for their college printed on the front. Her dark curls flowed over her shoulders and around the bunched-up hood at the back of her neck, her messy bangs framing her face too fucking perfectly. She smiled shyly, causing a piercing jab to his heart as he forced himself to take a step backwards.

“Hey.”

Kagome felt a fluttering rush develop in her chest, expanding throughout her entire torso. She’d come outside for a quick minute to compose herself. The moment she’d seen Inuyasha standing along the wall of his living room talking to absolutely no one and drinking who knows what, she’d felt her breath catch in her lungs and couldn’t get it to come out. It was ridiculous, even for her, so she decided to come outside and start over.

The dim lights from the building provided just enough exposure for her to see the slight tint of pink on his cheeks, which she suspected to be from the cold, and his amber eyes staring back at her with both question and concern.

“I-it was… crowded.” Kagome admitted, tearing her eyes away and looking at the ground.

“Yeah, I get it. Me too.”

“What?”

“I-uh… I thought it was crowded too. That’s why I’m out here.” His voice was low and rough, catching all of her attention. Kagome’s eyes met his again, his gaze burning through her as her hands clutched one another through the large pocket in her sweater, trying to calm the wild nerve endings. She desperately wanted to take a step closer to him, as if he were a magnet drawing her in, but pinched the back of her left wrist with her nails to keep grounded where she was.

What was happening to her? These feelings were becoming too intense to think rationally. She shouldn’t have come to the party. She shouldn’t have wanted to see him again. But, geez, did she want to see him again. She’d kept her hands clean for weeks, kept notes in her cell phone and notebooks, and used hand sanitizer for added effect as a form of detoxing to keep her mind off of things, but it only made it all worse. She was sad, and Sango’s concern proved that it was noticeable. How could she tell her best friend what was going on if she didn’t even know herself? Kagome refused to admit the one thing that kept prodding at her mind. She refused to even consider that Inuyasha was the man on the other side of this. He didn’t believe. He had no idea what it was like to feel as crazy as she did now, and she would only be screwing herself over if she gave in and hoped it was him.

Inuyasha flinched, rubbing out the sudden sting that came to the back of his left wrist. He and Kagome had stood there in silence for a long moment. A small part of him felt calm and content, while a larger part of him trembled with agitation.

Fuck! He wanted to know. He deserved to know. If it wasn’t Kagome, all she had to do was say so and he’d move on.

All he had to do was ask and he’d have his answer.

A part of him felt like he already had, though. He’d sent a message, and he knew it was received. He’d never been so sure about something in his life. Why would shit come through to him but not the other way around? It just didn’t make sense. If he understood anything about this soulmate thing, it was that what happened to one happened to the other.

“Listen, Ka-“ The loud ring and heavy vibration coming from his pocket yanked away his focus. He pulled out the device, ready to silence the thing and turn it off completely when he noticed the name in big, bold letters. He didn’t want to answer. Jesus, why did he slide the bar at the bottom of the screen to accept? He was literally seconds away from getting the yes or no he needed, so why would he even consider answering this call? It was past ten, and nothing good ever came from calls from your ex-girlfriend this late at night.

“What?” Inuyasha’s voice came out harsher than intended. He held the butt of his phone close to his face, neglecting to put the call on speaker phone since Kagome was only a few feet from him, his ears sensitive enough to pick up the hysterical sobbing coming from the other end. He waited a moment, the cries never slowing enough to pick up the words she tried to mutter in between. “Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. I need you to tell me happened. Slowly.” He dropped his voice considerably, his tone coming off as soothing as possible while direct enough to be followed.

“… He hit me, Inuyasha.”

He turned down the volume on his phone, knowing Kagome couldn’t hear what was being said but not taking the chances. Her concerned stare burning into him, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip as the tension increased around him from every angle.

“Where are you?” Inuyasha asked, his amber eyes never leaving Kagome’s brown orbs. He knew he was going to regret this, but he couldn’t leave Kikyo alone when she was this scared or hurt. His stomach twisted and turned painfully, feeling a lump form in his throat.

He was pissed. He didn’t need the details of Kikyo’s situation to feel the anger gnawing at his entire being. He didn’t care that she was his ex and he didn’t care what had happened in their past. She was a sobbing mess, hiccupping between words and begging for him to come get her.

He got the information he needed and hung up the phone, sliding it back into the depths of his front pocket. Unconsciously, he’d taken a step closer to Kagome, her eyebrows raised, and her deep brown eyes drifting back and forth from his own to his lips. He slowly lifted a hand to cup her cheek, his palms stinging all the way, the sensation too much to handle as the padding of his thumb just barely grazed her soft skin so he withdrew it altogether. Fuck, he wanted to make that worried expression disappear. He wanted to soothe her features and tell her everything was alright, but the situation was such a clusterfuck that he couldn’t find it in him to say anything.

“I have to go.” He said hoarsely. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Inuyasha began backing away from Kagome, finding each step harder and harder to take. He was so damn close to an answer. He was so damn close to her. At this point, it seemed all logic was out the door. He may not know shit about her now, but he was more than willing to take all the time in the world to find out everything he could. God, he wanted her to say yes when he could finally ask her the dreaded question. He wanted it to be her. He wanted it to be Kagome.

She gave him a soft nod, and he was finally able to tear away and head in the direction of the coffee house.

Could half demons tell if they were being followed? Probably. But Kagome knew Inuyasha’s mind was too preoccupied to pick up on her. Every part of her knew this was wrong, but the horrible feeling that had drilled into her chest cavity wouldn’t ease up until she gave in and snuck off after him. She decided that she could beat herself up later about it. For now, she had to concentrate on staying a safe distance behind while simultaneously staying close enough not to lose him.

The icy drizzle fell around her, shocking the tenderly-cold skin of her nose and cheeks. The smart thing to do would have been to put her hood up but she was worried about looking like a shady figure hanging out in the background, so she decided against it. A little rain never hurt anyone.

Inuyasha’s pace quickened as he approached the lit-up coffee house, half adorned with autumn décor and the other half in semi-put-up Christmas lights. He forcefully threw open the door and ran towards the back where she couldn’t see him anymore, a curving wall from the inside blocking her view. Even through the cold, her hands felt clammy. She could hear the scared voice through Inuyasha’s phone. The voice of a female begging him to come get her. Kagome had no right to be jealous. She was jumping to conclusions, another bad habit of hers, and as per usual, it only created messier situations.

The drizzle turned to rain, her damp hair beginning to stick to the sides of her face and neck. She should just turn around and head home. She should go home, get dry, and put on some stupid romcom to distract herself. So why was she approaching the windows of the coffee house? Why was she searching the inside of the dimly-lit, twenty-four-hour building for the familiar face with the unfamiliar woman? Why did it hurt so bad to see Inuyasha cradling a girl's jaw, their bodies so close to one another?

“Who did this?” Inuyasha demanded. He wanted to punch the wall next to them and create a god-awful scene. He wanted whoever the hell it was that had the balls to strike a woman to see the damage he, himself, could do so that he would shrivel down in fear at the beating that was coming for him.

“His name doesn’t matter, Inuyasha.” Kikyo responded flatly, her dark eyes avoiding his. His clawed hands held her face, his thumb caressing her pale cheeks, avoiding the darkening bruise around her eye.

“Like hell, it doesn’t!” He snapped. “If you call me to come get you because some asshole you’re dating hit you, you better be prepared to tell me his name!”

“I didn’t call you because I wanted you to fight him! I called you because I wanted you to take me home!” She pushed his hands away, carefully wiping at her tear-stained cheeks. “But you didn’t even bring your car and it’s pouring outside now!”

“Oh, save it! I was drinking when you called, so I wasn’t going to drive around town like that. And don’t act like it’s the rain you’re worried about. I’ll get you home safely, so shut up.” He rolled his eyes, gently grabbing Kikyo’s chin between his forefinger and thumb, and twisting her face slightly to get a better look at the developing bruise. “Who was it, Kikyo?”

“Some guy I went on a few dates with.”

“Who was it, Kikyo?” Inuyasha demanded again, sick of her attitude already.

“Naraku. His name is Naraku. We got into an argument and the rest is history.” Kikyo lifted her chin out of his hold, turning away so the mark of violence was out of his line of sight.

Inuyasha clenched and unclenched his fists, the tingling making it hard to focus on one thing over the other. He sat back in the corner booth they were tucked away in, seething in anger and wanting to beat the ever-loving shit out of this guy. Hell, he would run off and do it right now if he knew what the asshole looked like and didn’t have Kikyo to worry about. It killed him that a woman he’d known to stand tall with pride seemed so small and terrified, so it made it a lot easier that she didn’t want to be looked at. As good as he was at blowing things out of proportion and going off the deep end, he understood that it was more important to get her home as soon as possible.

He made sure to steady himself, ready to take her arm and guide her back to her place, when the small silhouette in the corner of the furthest window caught his eye.

Kagome gasped, forgetting that the main objective, besides snooping, was to avoid being seen. His eyes pierced through her, and her feet felt frozen in place. Her heart beat erratically as her first instinct was to panic. To run. To get the hell out of there and avoid him for the rest of her life, because there was no way she could face him or live this down.

She didn’t expect it to hurt so bad to see him caring for another woman. She didn’t expect to feel so irrationally betrayed to see him stroking her cheek when she was well aware that this situation and their relationship was none of her business. None of this made sense to Kagome. For the umpteenth time, she asked herself what was happening to her. Her lungs contracted, the air traveling through her pipes painfully as the cold rain wracked her body into tremors.

Inuyasha stared out the window, his eyes adjusting to the difference in contrast as her features became noticeable. The rain caused her bangs to wave and stick to her forehead, the layers of black hair that once created a voluminous look clinging to her cheeks. Her mouth hung slightly open, drops of water running along her face and stopping at the texture of her pink lips. The dark blue sweater she wore looked black from the added moisture, her arms shivering at her side and her fingers shaking.

He jolted to his feet, that action startling both the girl outside and the girl beside him. Kagome turned to walk away, the steps quickly developing into a sprint.

But he was faster.

“Inuyasha, what are-“

“I’ll be right back. Stay here.” He ordered, not giving Kikyo a second look before darting out the door and following Kagome’s path.

The rain made it impossible to catch her scent, but he let his intuition guide him. His legs darted quickly, the downpour stinging his face as he turned a corner he’d taken on the way from his apartment. There she was, just a few paces in front of him, her legs running as fast as they could. His burning hands stretched out in front of him, his fingers latching to the arm of her baggy, soaked hoody.

“Kagome, stop! Stop!” He shouted, pulling back so that she’d be forced to stop running. Her chest heaved up and down heavily as he turned her to face him, her head hung, avoiding his gaze. “What the hell are you doing?”

She bit her lip, her breathing still quick, her body shivering beneath his touch. Inuyasha didn’t let go of her sweater. He was sure if he did, she’d take off again. The street lamps hardly provided enough light to see all the features he’d grown to favor on her face as she stared to the ground at his feet.

“Kagome?” He tried again, holding back the growl that crept up in his chest. No, now wasn’t the right time. She looked sad. Hurt even.

“I’m sorry,” She started, her voice a whisper compared to the sound of heavy water smacking cement. “I shouldn’t have followed you. I was just worried.”

“Then why did you run?”

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

His grip on her clothes went slack, dropping his prickling hand to his side. Finally, she looked up at him, peeking through the thick bangs that hung low and hid her lashes.

“Who is she?” Kagome’s voice shook, and it ripped a hole in Inuyasha’s heart. Fuck it all! What the hell was she doing to him? He should have been pissed that she was spying, but he was more concerned that she was wet and freezing, wandering through the streets alone as the night only got later. He shouldn’t have chased after her, but he couldn’t imagine letting her run off when she looked so wounded through those dirty windows.

“Her name’s Kikyo.” Inuyasha admitted, his shoulders sagging as he resisting the urge to step closer and close at least an inch of the gap between them. “She’s my ex.”

Kagome nodded slowly, the statement causing a painful knot to form in her throat. This is what snooping does; if you go looking for trouble, you’ll always find it.

“Why are you upset?” Inuyasha asked, reaching for her hand. She felt the shock. Felt the rush course through her body and she jerked back, feeling more scared than she knew she should have been.

“I’m not.” She lied, trying to seem as natural as possible.

“Why are you upset?” He asked with more fire, stepping toward her and snatching at the sleeve of her hoody to prevent her from leaving like she so desperately wanted to.

“I said, I’m no-“

“Tell me, Kagome!”

“I don’t know, Inuyasha!” She yelled, feeling her resolve crumbling around her. “I don’t know why I’m upset, okay!? I know I shouldn’t be! There’s a lot of things happening right now that shouldn’t be, but I can’t help it!”

His lips curled into a frown, his brows drawing together as he pulled her closer to him.

“Are you her?” Inuyasha asked, his eyes boring into her own.

“Wha-“

“Are you my fucking soulmate!?” He barked, pulling her another step closer. She could feel his hand traveling down her arm, her palm igniting in a heated blaze she’d never felt before. She attempted to jerk backwards again but got nowhere, his skin nearing hers.

“No!” Kagome tore her arm from his hold, her breathing appearing shaky and unstable. The raindrops curved around her brow bone, over her nose, and down her jaw, the path of them numbing her to further cold. She clutched her burning hand to her chest, wanting so badly to feel his wet skin with the pads of her fingertips, but finding the fear of it all too overwhelming. She was afraid it wasn’t him. She was afraid this whole thing was wrong, and she was following all the wrong signs. She couldn’t be rejected. Not here. Not like this. Not while he was looking at her, able to see her break and crumble from the weight of the disappointment. “I’m not your soulmate, Inuyasha! I don’t have one!”

“Bullshit!” He argued, seeing right through her. “Prove it!”

“Back off!”

“Give me your hand, Kagome!” He looked desperate and just as afraid as she was. She could tell he was trying to disguise it with anger, but his amber eyes said everything she needed to know. He, of all people, had a soulmate somewhere nearby. It was becoming painful for him, and he needed to know who she was. Inuyasha’s ache had become just as insatiable as her own.

It didn’t matter. The fear of being wrong overpowered her trembling nerves and made it impossible to put her hand in his.

“I can’t.” Kagome whispered, staring at his open palm, hot tears stinging at her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

His fingers curled shut, the sharp tips of his claws biting into his cold flesh, feeling rejected once again. Why couldn’t anyone answer his damn question? He wanted to break something, curse and shout, anything to release some of the frustration that he’d locked in for weeks now. What the hell happened to happy endings? Why was this so damn hard?

“I should go. I interrupted something that looked important back there. You can go back to her, Inuyasha.” The hurt in her voice was so evident, it shook him to the core. Everything was so fucked up.

“No, look, it’s not what you think. She got into a fight with her new boyfriend and he hit her. She needed help, Kagome.”

“Is she okay?” Kagome asked immediately, mentally kicking herself for the slip. It was none of her business and she should have never butted in.

“She’s fine. Shaken up, but fine.”

“Is there anything I can do?” The hook in her voice was genuine, and Inuyasha wondered how it was possible for someone to instantaneously push their problems aside for a person they didn’t know. His shoulders sunk, unconsciously reaching his right hand forward and gently pushing a sodden strand of hair off of her pale cheeks and behind her ear. Kagome’s heart was so good, and he understood now that she was going to be the death of him.

“No,” He shook his head, relishing in the heat that radiated from their touch. “I’m just going to make sure she gets home safely. That’s all she needs right now.”

Kagome’s eyes fell back down to the floor, blinking quickly to block the dripping water from blurring her vision. His touch was so wonderful yet so agonizing at the same time. She didn’t know this would be so difficult. Of all the tales she’d heard of finding your person, she’d never once heard one so painful. It was always a happy start to a happy end. Nothing was scary or conflicting or the least bit trivial about it. Your hand sent you some sort of signal and the rest was history. A couple had once come to her family’s shrine and described the story of how they’d gotten that infamous tingle and literally walked around for however long it took with their palms held out like a flashlight, following the urges and sensations until they collided with their person and felt a wash of relief they’d never experienced before.

So why wasn’t that happening for her now? Why did she feel so much regret saying no when she had the opportunity in front of her to possibly end all of this torment for the both of them? Inuyasha was clearly going through it too, and she was willing to do damn near anything to ease the lines on his face and take some of that pain away. But she didn’t.

Kagome kept telling herself it wasn’t right. She wasn’t right for him. They weren’t meant for one another and they were only making things worse in the end.

“I should…” Kagome’s voice broke, betraying her as she tried to hold herself together for just a moment longer.

“No, K-“

“I really need to go, Inuyasha.” She pushed his hand away from her, careful to pull the sleeves of her drenched sweater over her fingers to avoid any further contact with him. “I have to go.”

She backed away slowly, trying to bite back the quivering of her bottom lip.

“I’m so sorry.”

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