#gonna wait on jewelry though and go for the glasses first

[passengerpigeons]

ordered meself a new pair of glasses since I lost my main pair at the forest preserve months ago when i switched to my sunglasses (lol) and my backup pair has a screw missing. leaning more heavily into the circle direction i was already pushing and got a tortoise frame with copper-ish gold for the metal bits

[courtingchaos]

Teeth

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Eddie are freaks. He has a little accident, you have a fun little hobby, and he shows you how he really feels about you’re whole Deal.

Warnings: Teeth. I mention them a lot. Blood, cursing, sex.

A/N: Did I start another blurb series before even publishing the series I was supposed to start last month? Shut the hell up oh my god why are you up my ass about it????

18+ NSFW No Minors

Eddie hooks his chin on your shoulder while you stare at the giant shadow box on the wall.

“Are they all human teeth?”

“Mhm.”

“Isn’t it illegal to own human remains in the US?”

“Well, remains and bones are different categories.”

He knew that would set you off, your phone pulled out for google to fill in your blanks. Eddie laughs at the first result, The Bone Room, and the two of you get a good chuckle out of it for a solid minute.

“Okay so I was wrong, but do you want to own a random set of teeth? What if they’re haunted?” Eddie watches your reflection in the glass front and can’t help but laugh when your eyes go big.

“One could only hope.” You whisper.

“Okay Morticia.” He leaves you to peruse the case of teeth while he wanders over to the weird clown doll corner. This was another little oddities shop you’d found online and asked to go to and he was more than happy to oblige. He also liked weird shit and there was usually a record store close to these kinds of places and of course you needed to find a coffee shop and it would always turn into a fun day date for the two of you.

When he finally gets away from the dolls he finds you at the main counter looking into the glass display while the clerk explains the jewelry inside.

“What’d you find?” He asks, bending directly in half to stare at the tray of rings in front of you.

“More teeth.” You give him an over the top smile that he returns, snapping his jaws at you while the poor woman behind the counter watches your flirting. She tells you prices instead of paying the two of you any mind and you hem and haw while Eddie just takes his wallet out to slide his card across the glass.

“Ed.” You don’t even look up at him when you warn him.

“Which one was it? Is it the big molar? It’s the big molar isn’t it?” He gives the clerk a scoff. “Can you believe this? I take her out here and she thinks I’m not buying her a tooth ring?”

In the cafe you’d found ahead of time you inspect your new ring while he chews on his straw, watching your rub the crown of the tooth.

“You really didn’t have to buy me this.” The barista comes over then with your coffee and a massive croissant. “Or that.”

“What? It’s a sweet treat for my sweet treat.” He tears a piece off and wiggles his eyebrows. “Also a sweet tooth for my sweet tooth.”

“Now you’re pushing it, Munson.”

“You love it.” He pauses when you kick his boot under the table and it turns into a violent round of footsie.

“Can I ask why teeth?”

“I don’t know. I just think they’re neat.” You shrug and fiddle with the ring on your middle finger. “They make a cool sound if you click a handful together. Very satisfying.”

“Yeah?” The smile is evident in his voice, even if you don’t look up to see it. “Sure there’s nothing else?” He goads, waiting for you to look up and narrow your eyes at him.

“And maybe I also want to crunch them like a sugar cube.” You make the exact face he thought you would and it makes him feel a warm coil of familiarity.

“There it is.”

“What?”

“I knew you wanted to do something weird with it.” His laugh turns into a cackle when you discreetly bring your hand up to click the ring against your front teeth.

“Okay so if it’s loose like…No I mean I can see it moving in the socket…ugh god, yeah…alright…” Your tone doesn’t give Eddie any hope and when you scrunch your face up while the dentist office tells you something longwinded, he sighs.

“How much? Oh shi- yeah okay. Thank you though.” You hang up and shoot him a steady look. “Guess.”

“I’m gonna loose it?” Eddie says, bag of frozen green beans held against his cheek.

“No shit.” You set your phone down and make your way to him leaned back on the couch. “You could potentially keep it for a cool $600 though.” Your hand replaces his on the slowly thawing bag and the sharp intake of breath isn’t from the new pressure on his bruise.

“$600 for one tooth?”

“Mhm.”

“Fuck it, I’ll just pull it.” Eddie sighs at the ceiling and closes his eyes. He’d been fucking around, trying to swing his guitar around his shoulders during practice. Had actually managed a few turns but when you’d come to pick him up he wanted to show off. A fast toss over his shoulder and he didn’t see the corner of the body barreling for his cheek.

Your loud gasp and a lot of blood down his front later, he was in pain and slightly humiliated but definitely not out $600.

“Will you help me?” He gently rolls his head your direction, his cheek cradled between veggies and your palm.

“Of course.” You smile sadly at him. “It’s gonna hurt though.”

“Yeah but I like that.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you slap his chest, t-shirt still stained red.

“Come on, ladykiller.”

In the bathroom he braces his hands on the counter while you try to find the best angle to pull his tooth out at.

“I’m trying to not just have my whole fist in your mouth.”

“That’s hot.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Yes ma’am.” Eddie grins at your flat look. You blindly grab the pliers from behind you on the vanity and take a deep breath before holding his mouth open.

“Please don’t bite down.”

“Eye hot yuh yiked hat.” He’s drooling around your hand and trying to be cute. It’s unfortunately working on you.

“Not like this, no.”

He feels the pliers on his tooth, a gentle tug while you rearrange and then you look at him. Eyebrows scrunched and a concerned look in your eyes. “You okay?” He nods. “This is gonna hurt baby, I’m sorry.”

He barely has time to process what you’ve said. He was waiting for a count down but instead you’ve yanked once, swiftly and without remorse. There’s a small clatter where his tooth bounces around in the sink and then he feels the pulse of pain. A new rush of blood floods his mouth and he doubles over the sink to spit and moan.

“You didn’t even warn me!”

“You would have bitched out and you know it.” You rub his back while he pouts and keeps spitting into the sink. When you disappear to get him a glass of water, he rinses out the sink and picks up his tooth to inspect it. “What tooth is this anyways?”

“The tech said she thinks it’s a premolar from what I told her.” You answer as you come back into the cramped bathroom. He pulls his lip back to stare at the dark space between teeth.

“You don’t already know which one it is?”

You just roll your eyes. “She did say it was good that you didn’t crack it, could have been worse.” You shrug and Eddie holds out his hand to you, tooth sitting in the middle of his palm.

“It looks cool.” He says, rolling it around until you pick it up gingerly and inspect it. There’s a little bit of blood stuck in the root but you keep turning it over, running the pad of your finger over the ridges.

“You’re gonna keep it right?”

“Duh.” He laughs. You hand it back to him and help him clean up from his traumatic afternoon.

A couple of aspirin and a hot shower later and he’s ready for bed, just waiting on you to finish in the bathroom. He watches your shadow under the door where light seeps out and runs his tongue for the umpteenth time through the new space in his teeth. He’s not trying to make it worse but it’s a foreign void that he can’t stop fucking with. The bathroom door opens and you’re already staring at him, head cocked to the side. “I can see you tonguing that spot from over here.”

“You’ve got a spot I can tongue.”

You don’t respond, just turn off the lights on your way into the bedroom where you climb over him on the bed. Before you can drop onto your side he grabs your thighs to hold you above him.

“Thanks for not laughing at me.”

“You looked pretty cool, right up until you smashed your mouth.” You brace your hands on his chest and lean in close. “The blood really distracted me.”

“Yeah that was quite a bit.”

“Still hot.”

He grins and you can spot the missing tooth in the dark before he pulls you in by your chin to give you a kiss. When he opens his mouth to deepen it, your tongue immediately finds the new space like his had. He laughs into the kiss and sits up on his elbows to be closer. It’s a slow make out session that he has no intention of taking further, mostly delighting in you running your tongue along the inside of his mouth, probing.

“What are you laughing at?” You ask, annoyed at him huffing into your mouth.

“You keep trying to feel it with your tongue.” He grins at you in the dark, features highlighted by the light seeping in through the curtains.

“It’s a new spot in your mouth for me to tongue.” You mumble and Eddie says something about tonguing your new hole and it devolves into a slap fight that ends with you two sleepily kissing again.

For a few weeks his tooth kicks around the house in a little ring box you had laying around. Jokingly he stuffed a scrap of ribbon in it and called it a coffin, started giving a eulogy to it every night after dinner.

“Craig had the toughest job-“

“I thought he was Neville?”

“I changed it. Craig is a working man’s name.”

“In what country?”

“Coal country.” Eddie jokingly bangs his fist on the table and continues on about Craig and his 52 family members.

Wayne comes by for dinner and sees this little atrocity and just stares at it for a good while, you and Eddie tight lipped trying to not laugh at his blank expression.

“I don’t know what to expect when I come over here, ever.” He’s not judging, in fact he’s almost too accommodating when him and Eddie disappear after dinner for a smoke on the balcony and he gives his nephew pointers on what dremel bit to use so he doesn’t crack the tooth.

“A matching necklace? Christ Eddie don’t tell me you knocked out two teeth!”

“No! I bought the ring for her, this was just a mistake.” Eddie gestures at his mouth and Wayne chuckles at him.

“Always gotta show off.”

“For her? No shit. If I don’t, she’ll realize how much better she can do.”

Wayne tilts his head and fixes Eddie with a stern look. “You know how I feel about that.”

“I’m kidding.” He tries to wave him off.

“Well I’m not. Who else is gonna bring her home a tooth on a chain?” Eddie can see how that makes Wayne shudder, even when he’s trying to be forcefully reassuring. He pats his uncle on the knee before standing and stretching.

“True. There aren’t any many of my kind left.” He says it wistfully, staring off the balcony into the dark until Wayne huffs at him to get inside and help with the dishes.

The bit dies off and the ring box ends up on your nightstand. Eddie thinks it’s a pretty romantic gesture the way you’ve given it a prime spot next to your Dracula figure. He also knows you’ll notice it missing so he takes the tooth when he gets home before you and knocks the box over and when you notice he plays dumb.

“Oh no, did you knock it over?” “No I haven’t been in your nightstand.” “Why would I take it?”

He brings it with him to work and Wayne refuses to touch it, instead standing off to the side and letting Eddie drill the minuscule hole. He texts you on his lunch and tells you he’s got some extra stuff to take care of, running late, don’t worry about dinner. He uses the extra hour to run by the antique store and buy a chain and he gets so lucky because you’re in the shower when he finally comes home.

Ring box stolen from your drawer and left oh so carelessly in the middle of the counter next to your big water cup. He doesn’t even change out of his shop clothes, just sits and waits for you to come out.

When you do, you give him a kiss in passing and then stop short in the kitchen. “Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s this?” You hold up the small red box and gently shake it at him.

“I made you something in art class today.” He says bashfully and leans over the arm of the couch to dangle his arms while you laugh at him.

“Aw, did Mr. Munson help you with your finger painting?” You pout at him and he flips you off. Your laugh cuts off when you open the box to stare at the necklace.

“Is this your tooth?”

“Yeah, I lied.” He grins at you, “I staged the crime scene.”

“You scum.” Your giggle gets him off the couch, the scrunch of your face makes him cradle your jaw, your whispered ‘thank you’ earns you a kiss and before you can fumble with the chain he’s pulling it out of your hands to loop it around your neck. He does the clasp up and smooths a hand down over the tooth.

“Oh you make that look better than I ever did.” His dimples push through his warm smile. “Almost like it was made for you.”

“God you are laying it on thick today huh?”

“I mean it, everything I am is for you.” He holds you close while you fiddle with your new jewelry. It’s so small for such a significant thing, at least to you. Especially when he starts talking like that. Eddie notices your pensive turn and pulls his head back to look down at you.

“Did I…did I read this wrong? Is it too much?” He knows he’s bad at that sometimes. He knows you like this stuff but maybe wearing a familiar tooth is a step too far. Maybe it feels like a weight around your neck instead of a thin rope of silver. It’s his turn to get quiet and he tries to pull away but you latch on around his ribs.

“This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever given me and it’s really weird and I love it a lot.” You mumble into his chest where your cheek is pressed tight. “Thank you.”

He watches you the rest of the night playing with it. Twirling your fingers through the chain and rolling the tooth around, staring down at it and once tapping it against your own teeth like you did with the ring. It gives him a new affection for you, to see you admire something he not only made you, but something that’s wholly him.

Later when he’s waiting for you in bed while you wander around and look for your phone, the intrusive thought he’d been keeping in finally breaks the surf of his mind.

“I’d knock out all my teeth for you.” He says it into the quiet and you pause at the foot of the bed to tilt your head at him.

“That’s so sweet.” You giggle quietly, the look you give him is contemplative.

“No I’m serious.” He leans up on his elbow to look you square in the eyes. “I’d hang ‘em all on a silver chain, drape them on you like pearls.” His stare gets a weight to it that makes you feel rooted to the spot. “I’d make you an altar out of them. Give them to you like little offerings.”

“You make it sound like I’m a deity you need to please.”

“Oh but you are.” He rolls up off his elbow to crawl towards the end of the bed and kneel in front of you. “Everything I do is in service to you and your good favor.” He splays a hand over his bare chest and you know he’s doing a thing but his wide eyed eagerness on his knees is doing it for you.

“And you’d hand over your teeth just for that?”

“I’d hand over my life.” He grabs your hand and presses it over his heart. “I’d leave imprints of my teeth all over you and then hand them over on a platter.”

“Why is this so hot?” You mutter at him, your body flush with heat suddenly.

“I know, keep playing along.” He whispers back, eyebrows twitching upwards. “I’m simply a vessel for your happiness and if that means sacrificing pieces of myself,” his hands settle up behind your neck to pull you down for a kiss, “then I’ll pull them all out by the root and leave them on the steps of your temple.” He keeps pulling you back until you have to catch yourself and climb over him, his lanky frame unfolding under you.

“Does that make you a patron or a priest?” You straddle his hips and break away from the kiss to stare at him, necklace dangling down against his cheek.

“I’m your most devoted follower.” He whispers in the small space between you two, eyes searching. “I’ve pledged my life to you.” His fingers dig in to your bare thighs. “Not for just a reward in the afterlife but in the hopes that you’ll grant me one look at your divine form.”

“Eddie!” You laugh at him and sit up, face and neck hot from his praise.

“What? I mean it! All of that for one…touch.” He slides his palms around to grab your ass and you laugh harder.

“That’s all you want? Just a touch?”

“Well maybe a long, continuous one.” He tries to slide his hands up further but you stop him at your hips. He looks determined to feel up your sides but your grip on his wrists holds tight.

“You wouldn’t want to anger your god now, would you?” His eyes widen at your sudden boldness. When you can tell he’ll sit still you unhand him to pull up the hem of your shirt slowly. “You give me a lifetime of servitude for a single touch?” Before you pull it over your head you give him a wicked a grin. “I’ll reward you with your single wish.”

He understands the game but his hands still twitch when you toss your shirt to the side, chest bared to him. You wiggle around until you get your underwear off, his hands still attached to you. He gets one touch and he won’t waste it, not now that you’re fully naked over him. You pull his boxers down, hands grazing sensitive skin and he pushes his head back into the pillow with a groan.

He clenches his jaw when you grind down on him, sliding over the head of his cock. His eyes rolling when you lean back and brace yourself on his thighs. You gasp with every roll of your hips and he whimpers.

“God damnit can I please touch you?” He grinds out through clenched teeth. The wet slide of your cunt has him breathing shallow and fast, the urge to buck up and fuck you settling low in the base of his spine. “C’mon, don’t I get some kind of fu-uck…” He stutters when your nails drag over his thighs. “You gotta show me some k-kind of mercy.”

“I’m already wearing a piece of you Eddie.”

His chest rises and falls, nostrils flared while he breaths heavy against his own willpower. The tattoos on his arms jump when he digs his fingers into your hips harder, an anchor he has to keep in place until you tell him he can move. “Why don’t you show me just how devoted you are?”

His first instinct, his first want, is to push you back and hold you down and make you sob about it. He’d like to hitch your legs up over his hips and make you remember the feeling of him deep inside for a few days.

But that’s not how you treat a goddess.

He slides his hands up your back with care when he sits up, his lips pressing softly into the space between your breast. He kisses up and over the necklace, warmed by your skin under it. Kisses up your neck until he has to pull your head down to meet his lips again. His fingers don’t grasp like they did a moment ago. They dance light over your skin, along the edge of your hair. They trace up under your jaw and over your cheeks, down your nose. He follows their path with his mouth, gentle kisses following gentle touch.

Your hips don’t move as rapid as they were and he uses it to his advantage. He presses up until he hears that gasp when he breaches you, soft heat clenching around his cock almost enough to set him off. He basks in the moment too long and you try to move your hips down against his but he makes a sound of protest, something in the back of his throat like a whine. “Give me a second, I’m having a moment with divinity.”

Your laugh travels through you, vibrations under his palms when you test his resolve again. Another gentle roll and he lays his face into the crook of your neck to mouth at you. Tongue running flat up the tendon on display when your head tips back and he finally buries himself fully. Your fingers wind in his hair while he snakes a hand between you, thumb finding your clit and you both groan when your movements speed up. He’s already too close, got himself all wound up in the role play but he needs you to finish first to put a nice bow on this evening.

“Y’really like it?” He pants against you.

“Of c-course I do.”

“Y’gonna wear it every day?” You nod and whine when he puts more pressure on his thumb. “Let everyone know what kind of freak you are.” You keep nodding and grinding down on him and that line of heat licks up his spine fast. “Gonna show everyone aren’t you?” He can feel your thighs trembling around his hips, knees digging in on every downward movement. “C’mon baby, wanna see it.” It takes him a lot of effort to pull his head up to watch you. Your chin tilted up, mouth hung open and panting, all for him. He can feel the tension building in you and can see the crease between your brows. The low whine that crawls out of your throat and goes on and on when he finally hits your peak.

He huffs, almost laughing at the way you break, amazed as always at the way you react to him. You sit flush against him and grind and pull his hair and his eyes roll back in his head, a line of curses spilling out of his lips that you catch with your own. He comes fast and hot, the edges of his vision going spotty while you keep his head steady and swallow all his grunts. In his foggy thoughts he can feel you run your tongue over the new space in his mouth, the feeling just foreign enough that it makes him shiver before he laughs again at your interest.

It takes a moment for you both to come down, you slouching into Eddie and making him fall back against the pillows, still out of breath.

“So I take it I’ve won your favor.” He grins up at the ceiling, running his hand over your back.

“You keep calling me a god, you can have whatever you want.” You roll on your side and nuzzle up under his outstretched arm.

“Don’t teeth have something to do with prosperity?” He snaps his fingers behind your head. “With all these new adornments, we’re gonna be swimmin’ in it baby.”

“Oh so that’s why you worship me, for my money!” You poke his side hard enough he flinches and curls around you suddenly, locking you into a hug and pinning you down on the bed. His lips brush your ear when he speaks lowly to you. “I worship you because you deserve it, the prosperity is a perk.” He keeps you close for a while until you both get too hot, sticky skin separating under cool sheets. He still has to touch you though and his foot finds yours while he reaches over to play with your necklace.

“I’m glad you’re cool with this.”

“I’m glad you’re cool with this.” You laugh. “We could have been having a much different evening otherwise.”

(Sacrifice for the read more)

[avatar-anna]

bad idea, right?

As you slipped a gold hoop through your ear, you wondered if you were making a huge mistake.

You weren't, you knew you weren't, but the butterflies swirling around in your belly were making you anxious. This was nothing, so why was your body reacting this way?

"Well don't you look hot!"

You turned to look at your roommate, jumping a little in front of the mirror. "Thanks."

She took that as her cue to come into your room, settling on the edge of your bed as you finished getting ready. You normally wouldn't mind, you and Marissa hyped each other up before dates all the time, but you didn't think she would be in favor of this particular outing. That alone warranted you to question whether or not this was a good idea, but you were confident it was, so you pushed it aside.

Well, not good, per se, but not bad either.

"Is that new? I've never seen you wear that top before."

You looked down at your cropped sweater, the one you'd cut yourself yesterday after buying it. The amount of time it took for you to figure out what to wear tonight was too embarrassing to admit—and perhaps what was more pathetic was the hours of shopping you did—but at least you'd settled for something that was on the casual side. The last thing you needed was to come off as if you thought about tonight too much, or worse, you didn't want anyone thinking you had expectations.

Shrugging, you hoped you appeared more nonchalant than you felt. "No, this was just... something I had deep in my closet."

"Really?"

No. "Really."

Having snagged the last earring in the set of holes on your right ear, you moved to the left. You pretended to focus hard on your task, even though you could've done it without the mirror, but now you were trying to hide your blush from your roommate. If she sensed something was off, she'd keep questioning you, and you really couldn't have that.

"I didn't even know you were going out tonight," she said. From the reflection in the mirror, you saw her eye your outfit one more time. "Where are you going again?"

"I never said," you told her. "It was kind of a last minute thing. Someone from class invited me."

"Like a date?" Marissa asked you. "Wait. Is this who you've been going out for coffee with the last few days?"

You winced, your hand having slipped and stabbed your ear on accident. You didn't realize your roommate had been keeping such close tabs on you, which was probably a good thing seeing as you lived in a big city together. But you hoped Marissa wasn't too perceptive. She'd kill you if she knew. So you put on your best smirk and said, "Could be."

Marissa kept peppering you with questions about the "mystery man," but you wouldn't budge. You couldn't. Finally done with jewelry, you turned around and presented yourself to her. "How do I look?"

"Like whoever you're seeing tonight is gonna fall to their knees when they see you," Marissa said.

"Perfect," you said. That was exactly what you were going for.

On your way out, the anxiety in the pit of your stomach continued to build, messing with your head and making you think this whole thing was a bad idea. It probably was, but maybe it wasn't. But then again...

"Fuck it, it's fine," you muttered. Then, over your shoulder, you called out to your roommate, "Don't wait up for me!"

"Text me at 12:30 so I know you're still alive!" Marissa called back from the couch where she was watching, re-watching, Pride and Prejudice. "And don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Too late for that.

*.*

"Thanks for coming over."

You nodded as you took a sip of your wine. "Thanks for inviting me."

Harry grinned before sipping from his own glass. "This isn't weird, is it? I know inviting you over for dinner seems a little forward, but I feel like enough time has passed that we can catch up as friends, right?"

Friends. You really were an idiot. You'd been stupid enough to think that after the first few catch-up coffee dates, this might've been more, which was completely insane. You and Harry broke up almost two years ago now. When he texted you saying he'd moved back to the city, you agreed to see him and catch up, as any two people who used to know each other would. Then it happened a few more times, and then he texted you asking to come to his place for dinner, and you'd been confused but intrigued. Now you just felt silly.

"Y—Yeah. Of course. So, um, how—how are you?"

"Good. Just, you know, getting settled in the new apartment and finding my footing as a proper adult here and not a student. Did you know the Thai restaurant on 28th closed? I went..."

You listened to Harry as he spoke about moving back to the city, your eyes focusing on different parts of his face as you tried to determine which parts of him had changed and which stayed the same. Overall, he looked a little older, but that made sense seeing as a lot of time had passed since you'd last seen him. He had stubble on his cheeks and around his mouth as if he was trying to grow a mustache, something he definitely couldn't do when you were with him. His hair wasn't long anymore, but curled around his ears and reached just past the nape of his neck. He looked tanner, more muscular, more handsome. You could only hope he was thinking you looked more beautiful too.

"—about you?"

"Huh?" You hadn't realized that you zoned out the last few minutes.

Harry grinned, like he knew you'd gotten caught up in staring at him. "I was asking how you've been? Good, I hope? I mean, since I saw you two days ago, I mean."

Nodding, you took another sip of your wine, yet another thing that had changed since you were together. In school, it was whatever you could afford from the off-campus corner store. Now you were drinking from a bottle that had to be expensive. You couldn't even pronounce the label when Harry showed it to you.

"Good, I guess," you said. "Still in school, still working."

"At the MET, right?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. I'm doing guided tours right now, but once I get my master's I can start doing more research-based stuff."

"That's exciting. I know you've always wanted to work there," Harry said, inching closer to you on the sofa. It was currently the only piece of furniture set up in his apartment besides his bed. He'd apologized when you arrived thirty minutes ago. You didn't mind, though maybe you should've. Maybe this really was just a catch-up, not a hookup. When Harry invited you to come over, you thought there might've been some subliminal messaging, but he hadn't made a move, and the less-than-put-together apartment screamed that he wasn't trying to impress you.

Promptly, you attempted to drown your shame and embarrassment with a longer sip of wine.

"Thanks. You should stop by sometime. I get to give out free tours."

"I'd be happy to."

He hadn't done anything wrong, but now you just felt like an idiot. The entire time you were getting ready, you wondered where tonight would lead, debated if you should cancel or not because of said wondering. And in the end, maybe you should've because if tonight had told you anything so far, it was that you were hung up on your ex and all he thought of you was someone who could get him into the MET for free.

Tonight really had been a bad idea. Maybe even a terrible one.

"Um, is your restroom through there?" you asked, pointing at the shut door closest to you.

Harry looked over his shoulder to where you were pointing. "Yeah. Sorry, should've mentioned that earlier."

Setting your glass down on the floor, you stood up and hurried to the bathroom. You sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and pulled your phone out of your purse and shot a frantic text to Marissa.

You: i need you to call me with a fake emergency in five minutes.

Marissa: what? why? what's wrong?

You: i was an idiot

You: i'll explain when i get back

Marissa: five minutes?

You: make it four

Putting your phone away, you turned the faucet on so it seemed like you really had used the restroom. Now that Marissa was going to bail you out, all you had to do was finish your wine—it was really good, to be fair, so that wouldn't be a problem—and wait for her call. This night was not going in the direction you expected, and it was probably for the best to cut it short instead of letting it drag on. Dinner smelled amazing, and you'd wanted to share a meal with Harry more than anything, but now you just wanted to go home and wallow in your own stupidity.

When you came out of the bathroom, Harry was standing in his small kitchenette in front of the stove, stirring something that smelled delicious in a saucepan. With his back turned, you let yourself stare unabashedly for a few seconds before picking up your wine glass and polishing off its contents. With the small clink of the glass being set on the counter, Harry turned around, dimples set deep in his cheeks as he grinned at you.

"Dinner should be ready in a few," he said. "Here, come taste."

You knew you shouldn't have, you'd already made enough slip-ups tonight as it was, but you walked the few steps to his side anyway, opening your mouth when he raised a spoon to your lips.

"Wow," you said, honest shock in your voice when you tasted what he'd given you.

"Good, right? I've picked up a couple tricks over the years," he said, pulling the towel off his shoulder and reaching down to open the stove and pull out a pan.

"Yeah, you could never cook like this when we—Is that lasagna?"

For the first time tonight, Harry seemed sheepish. "Yeah. I was kind of hoping it was still your favorite. You used to love the one from that small Italian place a couple blocks from campus."

Had you read the situation wrong? Harry wouldn't have just made what he thought was your favorite dish on a whim. It was possible he still considered this thing you were doing platonic, but you foolishly hoped you weren't the only one who had expectations.

"Y/n?"

"I—"

Before you could say anything, your phone rang. Damn it, you thought, pulling your phone out of your purse. You answered it, trying to quickly come up with a way to call off the fake emergency. "Hey, listen, now's not a good—"

"I'm locked out of our apartment!" Marissa cried dramatically. If Harry hadn't been watching you, you would've rolled your eyes. You loved your roommate, but she didn't need to wail. "You need to come back immediately or I'll freeze to death!"

"It's the middle of July, M," you said, trying to put some intention in your voice to let her know you were fine.

"You know I have poor circulation and it makes me cold!"

"Have you tried calling the super?"

"I need you!" she wailed again.

"Okay, okay. I'm on my way," you finally said. "See you in a few."

When you hung up, you looked up at Harry, apology dying on your lips when you saw the disappointed look on his face.

"That bad, huh?"

You knew he wasn't talking about the phone call. "Maybe it's just me, but things feel awkward between us. I think we should stick to coffee from now on, you know? That seems a lot more friendly than—"

If you'd had any doubts about where Harry's mind had been regarding tonight, they were completely wiped away when he surged forward and kissed you.

You told yourself the gasp was because you were surprised, not because it felt so good to kiss him again after so much time had passed, though that did not go unnoticed by you. Everything about his lips on yours felt achingly familiar. Harry parted your mouth with ease, his hands sliding down your waist and gripping firmly. Your body reacted almost of its own volition, every one of his touches garnered an immediate response. When he settled his teeth on your bottom lip, your hands gripped his hair, when his hands squeezed your body appreciatively, you wrapped a leg around his waist, when he finally detached his lips from yours and began kissing and licking a stripe down your neck, you sighed and arched your back into him.

It was too good to be true. The way you felt, how pliant your body immediately became, his hair as it tickled your chin the lower his kisses went. It lit you on fire, made you want to burn brighter.

"Har—Harry—"

You didn't even know what you were going to say, but Harry took it as you needing him. He raised his head back to yours, taking your bottom lip between his own and sucking, his thumbs dipping below the waistline of your jeans casually. You leaned into the kiss, wanting more of the fire and intensity from the first one, but Harry wouldn't move any faster. His kiss was slower now, more drawn out, like he was attempting to taste every inch of your lips and savor it. It left you even more breathless than before.

"You thought I didn't want this? Want you?" he said, his teeth nipping at a spot where the zipper on your sweater opened.

"I—"

"Thought that the smell of my favorite perfume on you wouldn't drive me absolutely mad the second you walked through the door? I've been trying to be polite. I've been trying to be a gentleman because it's been so long, but maybe we can skip the pleasantries, hm? What do you think, mon rêve?"

It all became too much as he began to grind his hips against yours. He was still taking his time, as if there was nowhere else he'd rather be at the moment, and to be honest, you didn't want to be anywhere else, either. Using the nickname he used to call you put you over the edge. My dream, he called you, because he swore no one in real life could be so perfect that he had to have been dreaming when you met.

Bad idea or not, you weren't going anywhere. Even if this was just one night, you would make it count.

But the buzz of your phone had you pulling away with a start.

"Don't," he murmured, pressing the word against your lips with his, slowly reaching for the hem of your sweater to pull it.over your head.

"She'll keep calling if I don't answer," you said, obliging Harry's hands and hoping he would understand what you were trying to say. You weren't going anywhere, but if you didn't answer now, Marissa would track you down and come here if she was under the impression you were in trouble.

"Don't go," he said this time, kissing the line of your jaw up to the shell of your ear. "Just stay."

"And what happens if I do?" you asked breathlessly.

This wasn't a rekindling of a relationship, you knew that. Perhaps it was the familiarity of your embrace in a city filled with millions of people making you both feel drawn to each other. You'd broken up a long time ago for reasons that had yet to be discussed, one night wasn't going to change the history you shared just like that. You knew that even as you got ready to come over to Harry's apartment tonight. This was just...

"Two people can reconnect, can't they?" Harry said. He hooked your other leg around his hip and sat you on the small counterspace, his eyes heavylidded as they roved your face. His gaze sent butterflies alight in your belly, making you feel things you hadn't felt in a long time.

Before you knew it, your ankles crossed over one another on the small of his back. Your hand carded through his hair, and you grinned a little when Harry shut his eyes at the feeling of your fingers against his scalp.

Phone call forgotten, you leaned in, but moved slightly so that you kissed the corner of Harry's mouth. You kissed him all over, starting with his cheek, then along his jaw to behind his ear where you knew he was sensitive, making sure to leave a mark, just because you could. You couldn't contain your smile as he groaned and pulled you closer, held you tighter.

Your phone buzzed again, this time with a text. You didn't want to, and you could tell Harry didn't want you to, either, but you pulled away to look at it.

Marissa: hello?? i thought you were fleeing?!

"Are you?"

You held your phone close to your chest, having realized Harry read your text with you. Not letting him see the screen, you typed out a response, then locked it and set it down.

"This could be messy," you said, not sure why you were trying to talk yourself out of this. Or whom you were trying to talk out of this.

"Maybe," Harry said, running his thumb over your lip so that it separated and bounced back into place.

"And you're the one who said we were two friends catching up," you said.

"Friends hook up all the time," he said, undoing his belt with one hand while the other continued to play with you bottom lip. When he fiddled with the strap of your bra, you didn't stop him from gently urging it off your shoulder.

"I think—" the words died in your throat as Harry dipped his thumb past the seam of your lips, effectively shutting you up.

"And I think," he said, lifting you up and bringing you to the edge of his sofa. "I think I'd like dessert before dinner, What do you think, mon rêve?"

This whole evening screamed bad idea. There were too many tangled strings, too many unanswered questions, too many unknown variables. But Harry was already kissing his way down from your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin in all the spots that made you keen and your breath hitch. Maybe it was a bad idea, but you'd come over anyway. Might as well see it through.

"Fuck it, it's fine," you muttered, gripping Harry's hair between your fingers and directing his path of burning kisses with little care for the aftermath that was sure to bite you in the ass tomorrow.

*.*

Harry was gone the next morning. Disappointed? No. Surprised? Maybe. It definitely meant there wouldn't be an awkward goodbye, but it also meant this really was a one time thing.

Which was good. You got it out of your system, got him out of your system. Last night was just a trip down memory lane. An excellent trip, but it was over now.

You stretched your arms above your head, working out the aches and pains from last night's fun. It had been a while since you'd been sore from having sex, and you'd kind of missed it—knowing that the night before had been so good that it carried over into the next day. Days, sometimes.

Searching for something to cover you up, you spotted Harry's shirt from the night before. Walking around in one of his shirts wasn't what you were going for, but it would have to do until you found your own clothes. Sliding it over your head, you prepared to stand on wobbly legs when the turn of a lock sounded at the front door.

Frantically, you rubbed at your eyes and whipped the shirt back off before lying against the pillows again as if you were still asleep, which wasn't hard seeing as you were still exhausted. Your heart was racing as you heard Harry step into the room, humming as he fiddled with his keys and kicked off his shoes.

You figured he would wake you up, but he didn't. To your surprise, Harry slid back into his bed next to you, his arm snaking around your waist and lips sponging kisses onto your bare shoulder. "You awake?" he mumbled, his thumb rubbing circles on the warm skin just beneath your breast.

Pretended to wake up, you breathed in deep and said, "A little."

"I don't have a coffee maker yet, so I went down the street. There's a latte with your name on it in the kitchen."

You smiled wide without really meaning to. You'd been thinking he'd just left to avoid an awkward conversation, but it seemed like you were both eager to put it off as long as possible. Shifting in Harry's arms, you turned to face him through half-opened eyes. His hair hung in his face, grazing the sunglasses he'd yet to take off. His sweatshirt was a little cold to the touch from being outside, making you shiver a little.

"Are you cold? Here." Harry pulled the sweatshirt over his head and helped you fit it over your head, which still had your hair wrapped in a silk scarf from last night.

When it was on, you grinned at the feeling of his warmth wrapped around you, of a cologne that was foreign to you but just as head-spinning. Reaching up a hand to his face, your fingers grazed his sunglasses. "What are these for?"

"My terribly embarrassing dark circles. I get those now," Harry said, one corner of his mouth turning up into a grin.

"Hm."

You weren't sure if he was in the mood to chat or drink the coffee he bought, but now that you were facing the broad expanse of his chest, all the tattoos that were familiar and the ones that weren't, you didn't want to do either of those things. Leaning forward, you kissed his chest, creating a path with your lips all across his body. Harry's stomach flexed, and you could feel the quickened beat of his heart when you passed over it. It made you grin as you worked your way down and sucked a hickey on his hip.

"You can tell me to stop," you said, just before reaching the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear, prepared to do away with both of them in one go.

"I don't want you to," Harry panted. He groaned at the cold air as you rid him of his clothes. "Still—Fuck, Y/n—Still reconnecting?"

You nodded, too caught up in what you were doing to speak. After a few minutes, though, just as you felt he was close, you inched your way back up and kissed him, your leg sliding over his waist.

"Yeah. Reconnecting."

*.*

"Harry?"

When you came home later that morning, Marissa was already awake and waiting as you walked through the door in your jeans and a hoodie that definitely didn't belong to you. She took one look at the sweatshirt and shook her head at you with a sigh.

"Yeah."

"He's the one you've been meeting for coffee?"

You hung your head. "Yeah. He moved back about two weeks ago."

Marissa slid you a mug filled with steaming black coffee, the smell alone waking you up slightly and bringing common sense back to your brain. You took it between your hands appreciatively, blowing over the top instead of meeting her eye.

"You know this isn't going to end well, right?"

Now it was your turn to sigh. "Yeah."

But fuck if it didn't feel right.

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i think i’ll die if we don’t get pt. 2 of sev and her trans identity, it was so good, i let out a breathe of contentment. thank you so much 💗💗💗

omg i'm so glad u liked it! i got another request for more of ceo sev, so i'm gonna combine these two :)

request for ceo Sevika & reader during their first meet/interviewing process pls 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

men and minors dni

sevika's loving being ceo.

nobody dares to give her even an inkling of shit at work anymore, and she thinks it's kinda funny watching people who were once so vile to her cower in fear when they deliver reports to her office.

she's good at her job, if a little scary when pissed. since she's started as ceo, the company's seen better numbers than ever before, all thanks to the changes she implemented the moment she took over.

the pay raise has been great too. with so much more disposable income, sevika's started to treat herself more and more frequently to pretty things and fun experiences.

most of her wardrobe is designer, custom tailored to her measurements. she's got several nice pieces of jewelry, gold chains and watches that all cost more than her yearly paycheck when she was working as a busser as a kid.

she's gotten herself two new cars, and moved herself into a penthouse apartment high above the twinkling lights of the city below.

she's been getting weekly massages and facials, and she's started getting her toes and nails done too-- nothing fancy, just a clear coat on top of perfectly manicured nails.

all in all, sevika's living her best life.

but there's one problem.

(two, if you ask her when she's drunk enough.)

the main problem is that she still can't find a good assistant. it's been a year and a half of her new position, and she's already gone through six assistants.

(the other problem, which she holds much closer to her heart, is that she's got a giant, luxurious bed at home, and nobody to cuddle her in it.)

her first assistant was... fine. he wasn't anything special, but he did his job well enough that sevika was willing to keep him around. he quit after four months, though, apparently 'tired of the office environment.'

the next three assistants all came and went within a week. the first was fired when sevika caught them snorting a line of cocaine off of her desk. the second quit after her she spilled an entire pot of coffee on herself. and the third made a sly remark under her breath that sevika hadn't been meant to hear, but heard anyways.

she found a reliable assistant in an ambitious young man, but he left after six months to return to university to get his graduate degree. he recommended his cousin take over the position, and sevika took him up on it.

his cousin was a nice young woman who held out for a few months with sevika, and made her coffee just like she liked it. but when her boyfriend proposed and asked her to move cross-country with him for his job, she said yes, and left sevika high and dry once again.

so now she's back to interviews. she fucking hates interviews.

she groans as she struts to her office door trying to give herself a pep-talk as she swings her glass door open and looks toward the reception desk for her next interview.

she chokes on her tongue when she sees you sitting in a chair, fiddling with the corner of your resume as you wait.

you're... beautiful. everything about you. sevika takes a moment to gawk at you before you notice her. you're like a walking wet dream just fucking... appeared in her waiting room. sevika's not sure if she's going to be able to get through this interview.

she calls your name off her clipboard, trying to ignore how much she likes the word in her mouth, and she loses her breath completely when your eyes snap up from your resume and you smile at her.

oh fuck. please let her be an asshole. sevika thinks, unwilling to believe someone as seemingly perfect as you could exist.

you're actually the farthest thing from an asshole in the world.

you're charming and giggly and you've got really great questions for sevika, like how she likes her coffee and what time she normally eats lunch.

you're under-qualified for the job, and when sevika points this out you cringe and shrug, scratching the back of your neck endearingly.

"i've never been a personal assistant before-- but i'm an incredibly fast learner, and if i can be honest, for this much money? i'd give a limb to keep you happy." you say, chuckling. sevika gulps, and bites her tongue to keep from saying some of the suggestions swirling in her mind of other ways you could keep her happy.

"well, a limb won't be necessary, but i should warn you. i've been told i can be a bit... cold. i'm no good with words, and i don't talk if i don't need to. it's nothing personal." she says. you smirk and tilt your head at her.

"you?" you ask, your eyes dancing up and down sevika's form in a way that makes her feel... tingly. "yeah, i guess i could see that." you say, giggling. sevika furrows her brow as she studies you.

"what's that supposed to mean?" she asks. something inside of her bubbles up, defensive and ready to kick you out of her office the second you say something wrong. she's been working on her defensive anger with her new therapist, well aware that it's just a way of protecting herself from potential disappointment, but she can't help it right now. because she'd be so fucking disappointed if you-- pretty, charming, slightly ditzy you-- were suddenly an asshole out of nowhere.

you just giggle and shrug. "you're so pretty it's hard to tell at first glance, but now that we're talking i can see that grumpiness creeping through." you say, smiling.

are you... teasing her?

and did you just call her pretty?

sevika blinks at you, the swirl of anger in her stomach fizzling out and leaving her vulnerable. she bites her lip, shakes her head, and reminds herself that this is a job interview. not a first date. she shouldn't be feeling all soft and giddy and excited right now.

she clears her throat and looks through her notes. you've answered all her questions, you've given the right answers for them all too. there's nothing left for her to do but just give in and hire you-- you're clearly perfect for the job.

she needs to find something wrong with you before she fucking... falls in love with you right here and now.

sevika takes a deep breath, then starts her interrogation.

"this job... it's not nine to five. that's what everyone else in the office works, but you'll be here when i get in to when i leave. some days, you'll be here before sunrise 'til after sunset." she says. you nod.

"that's fine with me." you say. sevika huffs.

"and you should know... i'm gay." she says, cringing the second the words leave her mouth. she never talks about this in interviews, but she's just hoping that you react poorly so she can write you off. you just blink at her.

"o-okay?" you ask. "are you asking me out or something?" you say, giggling. this catches her off guard, and sevika's jaw drops.

"what?" she asks. you shrug.

"i mean... i'd be into it, but i'd kinda like to know if i got the job before you take me to dinner." you say, laughing. sevika snorts, a smile pulling at her lips, and she pinches herself to keep from leaping across the table and kissing you.

"i'm trans too." she blurts. you blink at her again.

"...okay." you say, a little confused. "if you want... i could put reminders in your daily schedule for your hormones?" you ask, trying to figure out how the revelation ties to the job interview.

sevika just blinks at you, shocked and a little pissed off that the woman of her dreams has appeared in her life, only to become her assistant rather than her girlfriend.

sevika grunts, rubs her face, then sighs as she looks at you. you look concerned.

"did i do something wrong?" you ask, nervous. sevika sighs.

"no. you're perfect. i'm just... where the fuck have you been this whole time?" she asks, a little hysterical. you break out into a bright smile, and sevika's heart does a backflip.

"so...?"

"can you start tomorrow?"

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[winter-dayz]

The Ring

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader (ft. Kim Seungmin) Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff Words: 1451 Warnings: suggestive content; strong language

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna buy something from here. This place is low-key creeping me out, Jisung.” Seungmin eyed the slightly-older boy with judgment. They’d been exploring one of their tour cities and had come across an antique shop. It was littered with dolls and other children’s toys—all of which Seungmin felt like were staring him down. There was also vintage furniture and electronics. The cameras did sort of pique Seungmin’s interest, but he already had a really nice modern camera. Besides, this store was really starting to freak him out.

Why did all the dolls have to be so scary?

“Just let me look through some of the jewelry… These rings are cool, and they’re so high-quality.” Jisung reasoned, never able to say no to a new piece of jewelry.

“Yeah, ‘cause you totally need another ring to add to your collection. You definitely don’t have over a hundred rings that you’ve never even worn because you always wear the same ones.” Regardless, Seungmin left to let Jisung pick out rings, deciding to go further into the store to escape the many glass eyes.

Jisung was trying to narrow down his choices between three rings when he suddenly spotted one that he hadn’t seen before. He put the other three back and walked over to the cashier’s glass desk.

“Um… Excuse me?” He called for the attention of the owner and then pointed towards the ring. “How much for that ring?” The old lady walked over, peered into the glass, and then looked up to Jisung with a wary look. She eyed him for a moment, almost as though considering something.

“It’s about five dollars, but are you sure about that one? It’s quite old…” But Jisung thought it looked nice, and he had a good feeling about that one. It really stuck out to him.

“Yes ma’am, thank you.” He insisted, pulling his wallet out to pay. When she began to package it, he told her he was fine wearing it out.

🎃

Despite Seungmin’s claims—which were not entirely baseless, Jisung did have a shit-ton of rings back home he never wears—Jisung wore his new addition almost daily. So much so that he started growing a weird attachment to it in some of the other’s eyes.

He cleaned it often, even polished it sometimes. Though, he never took it to performances in fear of it getting stolen or lost; instead, when he wasn’t wearing it, it had a special home on his nightstand.

One morning he woke up, reached out to put his ring on, and came up empty handed. He did a double-take when he didn’t feel his new favorite ring anywhere near its usual spot. He looked all around his nightstand, underneath his bed, and tore his blankets off in case he accidentally fell asleep wearing it.

Nothing. He could not find it anywhere. As he re-made his bed, he tried to remember if there was anywhere else he may have left it. He checked the bathroom sink, just to be sure, but he was ninety-nine percent sure he had put it on his nightstand, just like he did every night.

Then he took to checking his roommates' fingers. None of them were wearing it, so he asked if any of them took it without asking first.

And then he began to panic. He wondered if he had carelessly taken it to a performance or shoot and left it behind. When he went back to his room to try and think more, there it sat right where he always put it. The things all around it were still a mess from his hasteful search earlier, but it sat perfect and pretty in its proper position. Strange.

🎃

Jisung elected not to take it on tour with him. After somehow misplacing it, he didn’t want to risk actually losing it in travels. He packed some of his other rings to accompany him to Japan instead and left his favorite ring to wait for him on his nightstand as usual.

What he didn’t expect to return to, was a woman sitting comfortably in the middle of his bed as though she lived there. He wasn’t sure how exactly she got in either since he locks his room every time they leave, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to stick around to ask her.

Instead, he rushed to get Chan, explaining that somehow a sasaeng must have gotten in and was currently sitting in his room. When they returned with a manager that lived in the building, the woman was gone. The only thing that was different was his favorite ring sitting in the center of his bed rather than the nightstand.

🎃

The other members were still convinced it had been a sasaeng, and she must’ve snuck out somehow. When Jisung brought up the fact that nothing was missing and the only thing that had moved was his ring, they claimed she was likely planning on taking it since Stays knew it was his favorite. He was commonly seen wearing it in selfies and livestreams, so it wouldn’t be that far fetched of an explanation.

Jisung was not convinced. He wasn’t unaware of his quick attachment to the ring. And he knows that he never forgets to put it on his nightstand at night. The newest incident was just the cherry on top.

But what kind of ghost possesses a ring? A house, sure. A mirror, believable. A doll, seen thousands of times. But a ring? Jisung needed to know why, and why it… she chose him.

🎃

He didn’t have to wait long. The next night he woke from a rather peaceful sleep to the sounds of shuffling around his room. When he peeked his eyes open, the same woman was rifling through his drawers.

“Um… hello?” He whispered out, scared to disturb the quiet atmosphere of his room and not wanting to wake his other members. “Are– Do you live inside my ring?” He asked, but he got his answer when he noticed his ring was once again missing from its place.

“Well, technically it’s my ring, but you bought it so… yes.” She responded, putting the clothes she was holding back in the drawer and closing it.

“What are you looking for?” He decided to ask first, too nervous to ask the other questions on his mind yet. She shrugged and moved closer to his half-sitting, half-lying figure. “Why are you in the ring?” He tried asking next.

“Like I said… It's my ring.” He thought she was going to stop there but then her features softened, and she spoke up again. “It was my fiancé’s ring… but he passed away before we could marry. We believed in reincarnation, and I wanted to see him in his next life, so here I am.” Jisung felt his heart break at the story, though not yet outweighing the anxiety of having a supernatural being in his room.

“So… why me? You’re the reason I noticed the ring in that shop I assume… and the reason I’m so attached.” The woman smiled slightly, but shook her head.

“I can’t make you do anything. It’s all on your own volition. Jisung, is it?” She waited for confirmation, and when he nodded, she continued. “Jisung, do you recognize me at all?” He studied her features for a moment.

“You were in my room the other day when we all got back from Japan.” He said, not knowing any other answer to give. She snorted a bit, before it settled into a smirk.

“I’ve manifested this form more than just that time. But do you recognize me?” She asked again; and again, Jisung analyzed her, trying to pick up on any familiarities. Eventually, he shook his head, and it seemed like the woman’s face fell slightly. He wanted to ask her about it, but decided he might not be ready for whatever answer she gave.

“So, can you feel and see when you’re inside the ring too, or only in this form?” He decided to ask instead. The woman seemed to consider his question. Her face lit up in amusement, and Jisung assumed she was remembering something.

“The short answer is yes, I can sort of feel things when I’m inside the ring.”

“And the long answer?” Curious, he couldn’t help but ask. Her lips twitched with a humored smirk.

“The long answer… Maybe don’t masturbate with the ring on, Ji.” His face flushed with embarrassment and he moved to hide underneath his covers. “Trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about that for.” She teased and he felt like his entire body lit on fire all at once.

[ladylooch]

Road Visit with Timo Meier

A/N: I'm uh... just gonna drop this here and run away. K thanks bye. Don't even come at me for making this sweet at the end either. You know how I am!!!!!!! Okay, love you, bye.

Word count: 3.2k

I’m almost disappointed he hasn’t seen me yet. Almost. But the view from the bar where he scrolls through his phone is delectable. He’s in a suit, thinking he is meeting Nico and Jesper for a fancy steakhouse dinner.

What he doesn’t know is he is meeting me. In this dimly lit hotel bar and then I’m taking him upstairs for the much needed distraction that I am. 

I watched him when he walked in. He didn’t even look around, just went right to the bar, asking for an old fashioned. He had sighed deeply, taking out his phone and sending a heart to the distraction picture I sent earlier of me and Lio from last night. 

I miss those faces. Give Lee a kiss for me. Had been his response.

When the old fashioned was set in front of him, he gulped down half of it angrily. 

My husband is in a mood. And that’s why I got on the first flight out to Denver this afternoon.

Timo gently sets the glass back on the table. He presses a button on his phone, then brings the phone up to his ear. I jolt when my phone starts vibrating against the bar, quickly silencing it and sending him to voicemail. I watch as he frowns deeper, clicking off before leaving a message. His thumbs type feverishly against the screen.

Call me when you can. Need to hear your voice.

Another gulp of his drink.

I down the rest of my cosmo, then step away from the long bar. I tug my black skirt down, trying not to be subconscious about being a mom to an almost three year old and wearing something so sinfully short. Timo still scrolls through his phone. A smile quirks a corner of my mouth up. I’m glad his eyes aren’t wandering, not that I ever worry about that to begin with. I get close to his table, taking a head on approach that has his blue eyes looking up from his illuminated screen. A double take happens, then a huge, stunned smile stretches his lips apart. He tosses his phone onto the table, standing before coming around to grab me into his arms.

“Em.” He sighs into me. I close my eyes, tilting my face into him for a moment. But just one. 

“I saw you sitting across the bar and had to come say hello.”

“Why didn’t you come over right away?”

“I’m a little intimidated by handsome men.” I trail my gaze up the buttons of his shirt, lingering where the one button is undone, giving me a peek of his chest. I slide past his strong jaw, then to his blue gaze. 

“You’re my wife?” He chuckles, confused. He isn’t catching on.

"Let's not talk about your wife." Timo furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“What?”

"You need a distraction. That's what I'm here for. A very... sexy... needy distraction." I pout my dark red lip at him. 

“I love my wife though…” He says as he cocks his head to the side.

“She offered to share you. Just for tonight. For the sake of the team.” I swipe my finger over my lips in a shush. His eyes finally sparkle in recognition of what I'm doing. He reaches for his ring, taking it off. He pulls mine off too, then reaches for the clasped necklace with our son's name on it, undoing that with a brief kiss against my neck. He takes the pile of expensive jewelry and slides it into his inner suit pocket for safe keeping.

“In that case, what's your drink of choice, beautiful?"

“Cosmo.”

“A woman of sophistication. Admirable.” He murmurs. “I’ll grab you one. Have a seat.” 

He squeezes my fingers briefly, then wanders up to the bar. I watch his back as he leans against the bar top waiting. Tonight, I’m going to drag my fingernails down his skin until he’s marked for practice tomorrow. The boys will give him shit and he’ll love it. I nibble my bottom lip at the thought until it’s puffy and red when he returns. He sets the pink drink in front of me, then wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me onto his lap. 

“More comfortable here.” He insists, eyes looking at my lips. I nod in agreement. I take a sip of my cosmo, savoring the bite with an appreciative sigh.

“You in town for business or pleasure?” I ask him. 

“I thought it was business. But something hints at pleasure tonight.” I suck my cheeks in to keep from breaking character.

“I’m only here for pleasure.” Timo grins back, white teeth sparkling in the low lighting of the bar. 

“How long you in town?”

“Until Thursday morning. I’m going to the Devils game tomorrow night.”

“You need tickets?”

“No, I know a guy.” Timo can’t help but laugh at that.

“Am I the guy?” He asks.

“No, Nico Hischier.”

“Ah. So, Why aren’t you in his bed tonight?” I snort on my cosmo, then cough. Ew.

“Heard his wife doesn’t share like yours.” I wipe the back of my hand over my mouth as both Timo and I giggle.

“I am a lucky man. She’s good to me.”

“Thought we weren’t talking about her.”

“Can’t help myself.”

“I think I can help you.” I lean down, brushing my lips over his. I watch his eyes close, thick eyebrows turn inward as he appreciates the feeling of my fingers trailing along his upper thigh.

"I have something I know your wife has never worn for you.” I grab his hand, putting it on my thigh and using it to push the fabric of my skirt up. He moans when he reveals my red lingerie. He gets bold, running a thick finger along the edge, sighing when he pulls it away to watch it snap back into the crease of my thigh.

“No. My wife has never worn this.” He knows all of my sets. This one is new. I slide his hand back down, covering the bold lace back up. Timo’s blue eyes are yearning now. Almost desperate enough to head upstairs.

“We probably shouldn't be seen together." He murmurs as he slides a card into my palm, just like in Ibiza. “I’ve got family ties on the team.” His nose trails along my cheek until he gets to my ear lobe, sucking it into his mouth. "You go up first. I'll be there in a minute." His thumb comes to stroke my lips, igniting fire and setting my heart beat racing.

I stand, watching Timo’s face as my dress sticks a little high, showing him more of my lingerie. I wiggle it all back into place, then slowly saunter from the bar. In the lobby, I see a few Devils players lingering. I give a brief wave, not stopping my pursuit to the elevators. Once inside, I punch the button for the 8th floor. 

I walk down the hall to room 821, putting the key card in and stepping into the dark room. I go to the bedside table, turning the lamp on then surveying the room. Timo is neat, much more so than any other man I’ve been with. He has all his clothes tucked away in the closet and dresser. Only his sneakers sitting by the dresser are an indication that someone is staying in here. My eyes find the picture of Lio and I he brings with him every road trip. It’s from when he was barely 1. Our cheeks are pressed together as we both laugh, noses scrunched enjoying the fall day at the start of training camp. I turn the picture facing down, knowing my husband won’t want to see our son with what he’s about to do to his mother.

My fingers gather the silky fabric of my black dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it into the dresser. I stretch my neck and shoulders out, then set myself on the bed to wait.

It isn’t a long one.

“Okay, this is kinda funny. Nico was in the elevator- Oh my god.” Timo pauses when he sees me on the bed. He’s comatose for a moment seeing my lingerie set completely exposed. Peek-a-boo lace covers my skin but barely. His mouth literally drops open as his blue gaze scours my body. I lay back, then slide my legs apart as he steps forward so he can see the lack of fabric between my legs. He gropes at his belt while sliding a finger through my wet folds.

“Take me. However you need to. For however long you want.” I moan as his middle finger plunges into my entrance unannounced.

“You’re making all my dreams come true tonight.” The metal of his belt clangs together as he gets it apart. He leans forward, placing his lips against my wetness. His tongue comes out, lapping along my slit until he finds my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, humming against the sensitive bud until my back arches.

“You’re so sweet.” He whispers, breath teasing as he pulls back. “Are you sweet here too?” He leans down, sucking my nipple through the lace of my bra. He cups the bottom of my breast, plumping it up to devour more of me. It feels so good as his fingers circle my clit simultaneously. The way he explores my body with rough touches of familiar places makes me ache. “Mmm, you are.” He murmurs, pulling away. “You wanna taste?” I nod vigorously, grabbing his neck as our lips touch. His tongue assaults my mouth, leaving trails of me and him there.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees.” He says. He gets off the bed, unbuttoning each of his buttons while he watches me stand. Slowly, I bend over in front of him, rocking side to side before crawling back onto the bed on all fours. He reaches for me, crudely shoving his bare cock through my folds. He grips my hips, rocking me back onto him until he’s fully sheathed by my heat.

“Fuck, baby.” He stutters. 

“Am I being good? You like the way I take you?” I whisper, biting my lip at the way he already groans behind me after his first thrust.

“God, yeah. Perfect.” He connects my back with his chest, groaning at the way my ass bounces against his abdomen with each forceful pump. His lips explore the valley of my shoulder blades. I swear he whispers I love you, but then he turns wild and I don’t have the opportunity to ask what he said.

“Oh…. My.” My mouth drops in shock. He’s hitting depths I don’t think I’ve ever taken him before. My throat constricts, trapping more sound into it as I feel my inner walls begin to flutter around him. He pauses for a moment, adjusting his grip on my hips as he rises back up to his knees behind me. “Right there.” I sob, reaching my hand back to grip his wrist. My finger nails pierce his skin briefly.

“No. Only my wife gets to touch me.” He grabs my wrist harshly, pinning it against my lower back and fucking harder into me. My face is shoved into the comforter. I can barely breathe between the sheets and my hair. Timo reaches around musing my brown strands off my face and groaning as I pant heavily from each thrust into my tightening core.

“Fuck. Ohmygod.” My words are mouthed. Not even completely spoken as the orgasm rips through me. He doesn’t stop when he feels the convulsions of my walls. He doubles down, harder and harder as my jaw practically unhinges. Timo brings my hand down, placing it on the bed again. I grip the comforter tightly to ground myself while I shudder.

“You feel so fucking good cumming around my cock.” He grits his teeth.

My walls hug him tightly, coming harder than the first time as the scream lodged in my throat tears loose. It’s primal and raw, a sound I don’t remember hearing from my mouth before. Timo chuckles triumphantly, then slows his thrusts to ease me back down. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. 

“That’s it… Let me teammates here how good I make you feel." He bruises my skin harshly with his teeth. I whimper as he slides all the way out of me. He taps my thigh. I flip onto my back, cheeks pink, breasts bouncing, lingerie twisting slightly off center. Timo plunges into me again after a hefty suck of my left nipple. 

“This what you wanted when you saw me tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Wanted to be fucked like a slut?”  I close my eyes, giggling.

“How can I be the slut here when it’s so clear how much you want me?”

“I don’t like my women sassy.” I snort, then reach up, slapping his face lightly.

“No?” I purse my lips as he laughs, clearly enjoying everything that is happening between us.

“Now, I gotta fuck the brat out of you.”

“You can sure try.” He rolls his eyes at my ever persistent challenges. 

He leans forward, scooping me up into his arms like I’m nothing for him. I chomp down on my lip, drawing blood as my eyebrows pull inward. He fucks me deep, at an angle, that has my spent walls overstimulated.

“You good, baby?” He asks. I nod. “Open your eyes so I can see.” I do and he grins, seeing how absolutely wrecked I am from what he is doing to me. “One more.” He begs, leaning down to kiss me. Our heavy breathing makes it hard to stay connected. I choke as my orgasm grips me again, taking Timo with me into the delicious abyss. Jerky pumps push his seed deeper into me as he drops me onto the bed, unable to hold my weight up anymore with the intensity of his orgasm. His fingers pin my hips down as he finishes his sloppy thrusts. 

Almost instantly, Timo's touch on my hips changes.  Gone is the possessive franticness and in it's place comes a tender caress. His fingers spread wider, trying to gather as much of my flesh into his hands as possible. He pulls me down, forcing himself as deep as possible until our mixed sex smears across his lower abdomen.

"Babe." I whisper breaking our role play. "Are you okay?” My words are met with nothing but his heavy breathing. “I’m worried about you.” I murmur.

“How do you just know?”

"I heard it in your voice last night when you called.” My hand threads through his hair. His nose smooshes into my collar bone. I run my other hand along his back, pressing down so he collapses his weight onto my frame, still buried inside of me. My legs wrap around his waist, heels pressing into his butt.

“I’m…” Timo starts then trails off. I wait patiently, stroking my finger nails along his back. Goosebumps protrude from his skin. He melts further into me, smooshing his lips in wet kisses. “I’m having a hard time focusing on hockey.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… I just.. wanna be at home with you and Lio.” This is the second season since Lio has been born and I’m surprised to hear this is the struggle. “It is so hard leaving you.” His earnest groan has me turning my face to caress his head with mine. “Feel like I’m missing so much of his life.” He sighs, then rolls off and out of me. His back hits the mattress next to me in a heavy thud. “Missing so much of our life.” 

I reach out, holding his abdomen, stroking my fingers into the deep groves of muscle.

“You’re going to have to find a way over this.” I whisper the truth we both recognize. 

“I know.”

“Is this harder because Lee cried when he said goodbye to you this time?” Timo purses his lips then nods. “Yeah. That sucked.” I roll onto my side. “You’re such a good daddy.” I soothe him, stroking vertically along his torso. “He’s going to adjust. He’s in a clingy phase right now.”

“Did he cry when you left?”

“Yeah. I had to sneak out of the house while my mom distracted him with his stuffed puppy.”  A soft smile stretches his lips.

“I love our kid.” He leans forward, asking for my lips. 

“Me too.” I murmur against his mouth. He sighs into our kiss.

“That made me feel better for some reason.”

“You feel comforted knowing I’m also doing damage to our son. He’ll talk about us both in therapy.”

“Yeah, kinda.” He laughs, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to pull me up into his chest. He strokes my hair, then kisses the crown of my head. 

“I can’t believe Nico didn’t come over with how hard the headboard was slamming against the wall at the end. He rooms next to me.” My face turns white, mouth dropping open in horror.

“What?”

“Just kidding.. He’s at dinner. I was trying to tell you I saw him in the elevator so we were clear. But then you opened your legs and I didn’t remember what I was gonna say.”

“T!” I yell, slapping his pec. “You got me all scared.”

“What that you’re in trouble with your little brother for fucking your husband?”

“No, that he was gonna come kill you cause he heard you with someone.”

“As always, you’re worth the risk baby.” I can’t help but laugh at his cheery smile. 

“Do fornicaters usually eat afterwards?” I wonder, feeling the rumbling of my stomach.

“I don’t think so, but nothing about that was adultery, so I think we are safe to order something.” He reaches around me to the nightstand. He studies the menu while I study his face.

“Lee and I are so lucky.” I murmur, stroking his jaw where light, brown stubble dusts his cut chin. “So glad you are my baby’s daddy.” I press my lips on the underside of his chin. Timo pulls me in closer, dropping the menu to wrap both arms around me.

“I’m the lucky one. I love you, Em.”

After ordering room service, and eating entirely too much food, we both fall back into bed, watching Pretty Woman play out on USA Network. Timo strokes my hair. Each pass over the strands has my eyes dipping closed longer and longer with every blink. The room goes black when Timo turns the TV off for good. His arms curl me into him deeper.

“Don’t even think about rolling away from me during the night.” I smile against the skin of his shoulder. I press myself further into his chest. His fingers dig more into my back. A silence falls over us. 

“T?” I murmur after awhile.

“Mmm?” Its barely an acknowledgment.

“You love me so well. Lee too. I hope you know how much we love you in return. And miss you when you’re gone.” I squeeze his back. “I think I’m here as much for myself as I am for you.” He leans down, searching for my lips in the darkness. When they connect, we both melt into each other.

“I love you so much.” His whisper has a depth I’ve never heard before. The deep darkness of the room adds an intimacy and safeness to us. 

Neither one of us needs to say anything else. Instead, our bodies awaken. Our fingers wander. Our lips greedily take until we have each other like husband and wife- familiar and knowing. Soothing, briefly, the eternal ache we have for each other that I know is never going to diminish. 

[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (8)

"We're gonna go in here," Satoru announces, jerking his thumb back at the jewelry store. Kagome peers around him and frowns.

"You're getting a new watch?"

"No, we're going in here for you," he says, smiling. "Come on, we'll be quick. I know you want to get back so you can get a nap in." He motions for her to walk first and then places a hand on her lower back as they walk into the jewelry shop. The workers look up and then rush over to attend to them. "We need a size fitting for her for an engagement ring."

"Satoru!" Kagome hisses. "You don't need to get me a ring."

"I kinda do," he says. "It's not a want, but a need. I need to get this for you." He turns his attention back to the attendant. "The engagement ring will be custom."

Kagome sighs as she holds out her hand for the attendant to size.

"Ring finger is a seven," the attendant remarks, scribbling down some notes on a notepad. "Now, did you want to discuss the customization now?"

Satoru shakes his head. "Not with her around." He flashes Kagome a smile. "But let me see what you have in stock for now. Did you want a ring or a necklace today? Or a bracelet?"

Kagome hesitates, but he sees the flicker of her eyes glancing at the rose-shaped necklace and bracelet. She gives it a second glance and then walks over to the left. Satoru follows behind her and frowns. "You don't want the first one you were looking at?"

"That one was too…" Kagome pauses. "This one is fine."

"We'll take this one and the rose necklace and bracelet," he tells the attendant. Kagome's mouth drops and she looks as though she wants to protest, so he leans forward and kisses her. "Do you have her size?" he asks, turning back to the attendant, who nods his head and hurries to get the items ready.

"Satoru, that's too expensive," Kagome says.

"Nothing is too expensive when it comes to you and Koushi." He taps his fingers on the glass while they wait. "The realtor got back with me, and they are gonna see about pushing the timelines. Might get in within two weeks, though I'd prefer for it to be a week. He sent me a text when we were at lunch."

"Why do you want to get into the house so quickly? Is the lease almost up on the apartment?"

"Nah," Satoru replies, pulling out his wallet. He taps his card against the reader and hands the small white bag to Kagome. "I'll be back to discuss the ring," he tells the attendant. Satoru places a hand on Kagome's lower back as he leads them out of the store and back out to the car. "The faster we get in the house, the faster Koushi has his own room."

Kagome rubs her eyes and sighs. "I am not getting pregnant this year. I just had Koushi."

This year?

"…So, in two months?"

"What?" Kagome straps Koushi into his car seat while Satoru leans against the open passenger door. "What's happening in two months?"

"You said not this year, but we only have this month and December left, so in two months…" he falters slightly. Kagome crosses her arms and his eyes drift down. "I wish we were at home right now. I miss your breasts."

Kagome flushes. "We're not talking about this morning." She refuses to look at him as she slides into the passenger seat. Satoru tilts his lips down as he closes the door. He needs more information. Kagome's walls are damn near stronger than his infinity.

"Got it," he says, starting the car. His phone vibrates, so he pulls it out to check it. Satoru rolls his eyes. "If you're up to it, the students and other sorcerers want to meet you."

"If it's on the way, then we can stop by." Kagome fiddles with the bag before pulling out a black box.

"You gonna open it?" he teases, as he responds to the text. When she hesitates, Satoru reaches over and opens the box himself. He pulls the rose pendant out of the box and holds it out so he can place it around her neck. "We should go on a date sometime. Maybe when mom gets back since I doubt you want to leave Koushi with Ito right now. When's the last time you've been on one?" Satoru starts the car and heads towards the school.

Kagome is silent for a bit. "I don't know if it could be really counted as a date since I bailed in the middle of it…but the last time was when I was 15?"

15? He bites his tongue. Now, Satoru has never been on a date before because there was no reason to. But Kagome was married for five years, and she hasn't been on a date since she was 15? How the hell did her ex convince her to marry him? "Why did you get a divorce?" He winces. That could have come out better.

Kagome blows out a breath. "I mean, there were a lot of things wrong with the marriage." She fiddles with the necklace. "InuYasha wanted a big family since he didn't have that. We tried, but we couldn't get pregnant, and he took on more… opportunities outside of home. Eventually, he brought her to the house to live with us since she didn't have anywhere else to go, and I couldn't take it anymore."

"Brought who to the house? A daughter?"

"No, they had a son. He wanted me to stay and help raise him, but I just couldn't do it." She leans her head against the window and looks out. Satoru tightens his hold on the wheel. There's a lot more she isn't saying, and he doesn't want to push her to a breaking point. InuYasha isn't a common name at all. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and types the message with one hand.

"He never hit you, right?" Satoru slides his phone back into his pocket.

"…No, he never hit me."

Satoru pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. She took far too long to answer that question. "I'd never do that," he tells her sincerely. "If you want, I can make a binding vow."

"What's the difference between a normal vow and a binding one? Shouldn't they be the same thing?"

"The difference is if I break it, then there will be repercussions. I don't know what those repercussions are. It could be something as severe as my life."

Kagome hums. "I don't need a vow."

Satoru pulls up to the school and parks the car. He cuts the engine and turns to look at her. "What about a tattoo?"

"A tattoo? Of what? My name?" Kagome laughs as she unbuckles the seatbelt.

"Yeah, we can put your name on my dick."

Kagome coughs. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. You want to order the supplies?"

Kagome squints at him. "I don't know how to tattoo, and you want me to do that on your dick?"

"There's so many things I want you to do with my dick, but yes."

Kagome rubs her forehead. "Okay, Satoru." She snorts to herself as she gets out of the car. Satoru stares at her for a moment and then gives himself a mental shake. He gets out of the car and waits as she puts Koushi into his carrier. He needs to get one of those sometime. The baby wrap Kagome has is too small for him. "Anything I should know before we meet everyone?"

"No mentioning of what you are, or what you found at the hospital. And let's not discuss the fingers either." That should cover everything. He takes Kagome's hand and leads them to the training grounds, where everyone's energy is located at. The moment they step into view, everyone rushes over to them. Satoru wraps an arm around Kagome and pulls her closer to his side. Satoru goes through and introduces Kagome to everyone. The students stare at Kagome as if she is a mad woman and the adults stare at her as if she is some kind of foreign creature. "Everyone needs to back up," he says.

Yuki frowns and puts her hands up in front of her. "Sorry…it's just." Yuki grabs her face and presses her thumb into her cheek. "Energy wise, there's nothing remarkable about you. Is it something in your bloodline that skipped you?"

"…No," Kagome replies. She glances up at him. "Can you conceal your energy?"

"Never tried to." Satoru shrugs

"Wait!" Yuki exclaims, crowding Kagome's space again. "You're concealing it? How? Can we see it?"

"Back up," Satoru warns.

Yuki freezes. The students shuffle their feet. The mood drops drastically. Normally Satoru tries to keep the energy up, but he doesn't care too much for the lack of boundaries Yuki has when it comes to his family.

"It's okay," Kagome says. "I guess I can show you a little. Satoru, I need a strand of your hair."

Huh? He plucks a couple of strands and puts them in her hand. Surely, she won't put a hex on him. Koushi tries to turn his head, but he can't move his head as freely in the carrier. "What are doing with that?" he asks, as Kagome's palms glow. He hopes it's not a hex.

"Making a shikigami."

With his hair? He tucks his glasses into his pocket and blinks at the small human-shaped paper in her hand. That's her shikigami? It leaps from Kagome's palm onto the grass. It takes a bow right before its body expands and Satoru is staring up at a bigger version of himself.

"NOOOO!" Ijichi wails.

"I didn't feel like making one completely from scratch," Kagome admits.

"You mean you don't need someone's hair to summon one?" Satoru stares at her in slight amazement.

Kagome blinks. "Summon? I guess that's one way of putting it."

"So, what can this do? Just stand around and look handsome?" Satoru asks. He's gotta admit it is the best-looking shikigami he's ever seen. Too bad Megumi isn't here to witness it. Man, he would have loved to video Megumi's reaction.

The Satoru shikigami laughs and then holds out one finger. The wind picks up and Satoru's eyes widen. Is it about to shoot off a red?

"We're going to die!" Ijichi wails, but Satoru ignores him. He wants to see if this shikigami can pull it off. It shoots the red above, but when it explodes, nothing happens.

Kagome wipes her forehead. "I didn't realize you were that strong," she says, frowning. "That could have ended poorly." The shikigami shrinks and then fades away.

Satoru bites his tongue. Did she put a barrier up around all of them?

Yuki rushes forward and grabs Kagome's hand. "Kagome-san, please let me run some tests on you."

"Out of the question," Satoru interrupts. "My family is not something for you to test on."

Kagome pulls her hands free and places one over Koushi's back.

"Sorry, but I'm not interested."

"But…"

"Let's not be enemies, yeah?" Satoru smiles, flashing his teeth. Yuki narrows her eyes and nods.

"Never thought I'd see you become a family man," she quips, crossing her arms.

"Takes a special woman," Satoru says. "To lock down the strongest."

"Strongest human?" Kagome asks.

Satoru scratches his head. "Well, yes?" Why did she stress the human part? "I'll give you a crash course about jujutsu at home."

Kagome nods and then frowns. Koushi shakes his fists. Satoru leans over to look at Koushi, who opens and closes his fists. Kagome sighs as she takes Koushi out of his carrier and hands him over to Satoru. He holds Koushi up to his face and smiles. Not his fault that Koushi is a daddy's—OW!

Koushi giggles as he clings to the strands of hair.

"Koushi," Kagome says. "You shouldn't pull your dad's hair."

Koushi just continues to laugh as his hand glows. Satoru's brows shoot up. Is Koushi going to pull it off?

"He can do that?" Yuta exclaims, staggering back as the shikigami lands in front of him. It claps its hands together and turns into a mini-Satoru, though Koushi's shikigami is much smaller than the one Kagome created. It comes up to Yuta's ankle and shoots a red at him.

Satoru laughs as Yuta topples over. "How did you get bested by a baby shikigami? I thought you were learning something while you were in Africa. Guess not." Koushi claps his hands and laughs. "I take it back. Koushi is the strongest," Satoru announces.

Kagome yawns as she walks over to the shikigami. She taps it with one finger and it poofs away. Koushi stops laughing, which makes Satoru laugh harder.

"What is the range of your shikigami?" Yuki asks.

"Range?" Kagome's brows furrow together. "It's a shikigami. There is no range."

Satoru makes a choked noise in the back of his throat. "Let's get you two back home."

"They just got here," Yuki complains.

"Oh, are you working late?" Kagome yawns again, covering her mouth with her hand.

"I'll be home in time for a late dinner." He holds Koushi in one arm and reaches for Kagome's hand. "Besides, if we stay any longer, they'll be asking you to show off more." As hot as it is, seeing a glimpse of what Kagome can do, Satoru doesn't care too much for how Yuki and Gakuganji are watching Kagome. Gakuganji is the problem, though Yuki is more vocal about her excitement.

"Who taught you?" Gakuganji questions.

"I taught myself."

"You also healed the girl and gave birth to a six eyes user."

"Ignore him," Satoru says, "the elderly like to pick fights they can't win."

"Her powers are unknown and potentially dangerous. She should be placed under watch."

"Are you prepared to go down this path?" Satoru stares Gakuganji down. Kagome squeezes his hand.

"I wouldn't go down that path," Yuki quips. "Kagome-san isn't a danger to you unless you make her one. That's the problem with you and the higher ups. Keep trying to keep the powers in check and see where it gets you." Yuki motions to Koushi. "If he were older, I'd classify him as a special grade."

"We're talking about her," Gakuganji says sharply. "We have never allowed unknown powers to go unchecked."

"I'll ask one more time because I'm nice. Are you prepared to go down this path? That's a lot of blood on your hands."

Gakuganji inhales and looks at Yaga, who shrugs. "This isn't a case of a rogue curse user," Yaga says. "That's Gojo's family and from what I can see, Kagome-san is simply being a mother to her child. We have bigger things to worry about than the mother of Gojo's child. No offense," he adds the last part.

Gakuganji mumbles and jerks his head in acceptance.

Satoru throws one more glare over his shoulder as he leads Kagome off the school grounds. He opens the car door for Kagome and then gets Koushi situated in his car seat. "If anyone gives you trouble, let me know and I'll handle them," Satoru says, starting the car.

"Your clan was similar. Are all sorcerers like that?"

Satoru winces. "The ones from clans, yes. They tend to stick to the old way of thinking and the higher ups like to keep some kind of order. Others don't come from clans, and I guess they have a more rounded view point." He peeks at Kagome out of the corner of his eye.

"When you say you'll handle it…"

"Kill them." Satoru winces again. That was probably the wrong thing to—

"Oh."

"You're okay with that? It doesn't scare you?"

"Why would it scare me?"

Satoru hums. "How tired are you?"

"Not that tired. Why?"

"My mission is down the block if you want to come."

Kagome hums. "That's fine, though I'm a little concerned with how quickly Koushi is picking up techniques."

"What? It's awesome. Koushi is the strongest."

"Awesome for you, but a headache for me. I'm already picturing the mischief he's gonna get into. Did you want us to wait in the car?"

"Actually, I was kinda hoping to see what else you can do."

"So, you want me to do your mission?"

"I mean…. I guess you would be, but I want to know what you can do, so I can steer you away from certain conversations."

"Oh. You still think there would be some kind of manhunt?"

"Absolutely."

Kagome fiddles with the necklace again. "I don't mind taking out…the curse? But I don't see why there would be a manhunt for other spiritual users like me. Whatever it is that the other sorcerers want, probably won't happen with anyone else."

"Are you saying you're special?" Satoru smiles. He's all for Kagome praising herself.

"I'm saying that if they are looking for what an average priestess can do, then I'm not the best model for that, so hunting others down to replicate something I can do is a waste of time."

They pull up to an abandoned school. Satoru gets out of the car and grabs Koushi. "I can put the veil…up. How do you do that so quickly?"

Kagome shrugs. "So, you just go around exorcising curses? How do you know which ones to take care of?"

"We have scouters that look into them and assign grades to the curses. You wouldn't want a grade four sorcerer taking on a grade one curse. This one is a special grade, which you've already taken out one before. I won't let anything happen to you or Koushi."

"Normally, I have a bow with me," Kagome mutters. "There are several curses in this building."

Satoru hums. "Yeah…there was only supposed to be one."

"I'll just bless the area, then. I'd rather not take on several with Koushi here." Kagome places a hand on the double doors and chants something under her breath. Satoru bounces Koushi in his arms as he watches. There's a crash above. A curse leaps out of the window.

"Koushi, watch this," Satoru says, holding one finger up. He shoots off a red at the curse. Koushi giggles while Kagome continues to chant. One by one, the curses inside dwindle until there are none left.

"Satoru," Kagome says, sharply. "Don't encourage that." She plants her hands on her hips.

"Sorry," he says, "Do you want to go home and work out our differences?"

Kagome rolls her brown eyes. "Keep it up and I'll decorate the bedroom pink."

"That's fine. I love pink."

Kagome falters. "Really? Why?"

Satoru smiles.

Kagome facepalms. "I'm ready for that nap now." She walks past him and heads back to the car. Satoru laughs as he pulls his phone out. He stops and stares at his phone. "Everything okay?"

"…. Yeah, everything's fine," he replies. Satoru slides his phone back and shifts Koushi to his other arm. There are no records of Kagome being married. According to Ito, there's no record of Kagome for five years at least. No record of an InuYasha either. "Hey, when we move into the house, do you want to have a housewarming party? Invite the family and some of your friends?"

Kagome stops and turns to look at him. "You want to meet my friends?"

"Yeah, any friends of yours are friends of mine." Satoru smiles while he bounces Koushi. Does she not want him to meet her friends?

"Okay." Kagome nods. "That'll put some things to rest."

"Huh?"

Kagome grimaces. "The girls don't believe me about Koushi not being InuYasha's. They think he is because they've never seen you and…" She motions with her hands. "We didn't exchange numbers back then."

Satoru looks at Koushi. "Did he have blue eyes too?"

"No, it's because of the hair and I didn't keep in touch with them when I was married, so I get it. Why they don't believe me." She shrugs. "Are we going home?"

"Guess I can't convince you to stay by my side for the rest of the day," Satoru sighs. Koushi smacks him on the chest. "Okay, I'll get you two home, sheesh." He opens the door for Kagome. "Hey, when I come home, could you greet me in just an apron?"

"You don't have an apron."

"You don't have to, it's…. what?"

"You don't have an apron," she repeats.

"I can buy one on the way home."

"Then how would I greet you?"

"What if I hand it to you and then go back out of the apartment?"

Kagome laughs. "Satoru, just get in the car."

His pulse quickens. He loves the sound of her laughter. Satoru opens his mouth to make a flirty comment, but Koushi slaps him. Ow! Satoru huffs. Alright, fine. Everyone wants to go home. He's got some calls to make, anyway. Like finding out who the hell InuYasha is and if he's still alive.

***

A/N: The shikigami will actually come into play in How To Tame. Satoru got her the Piaget Rose Pendant and Bracelet, which is around 30k each or so. And InuYasha didn't hit Kagome, she was thinking about the first time they met.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I downloaded the Gojo mod for Stardew. I played it all weekend lol.

"Did Kagome have an orgasm pre-one night stand?" - Nah, InuYasha was her first and he was more about getting his satisfaction. When Kagome would try to bring it up, he didn't take it that well.

Take care! Drink plenty of water. It's pretty hot where I'm at. And if you're in the US, have a wonderful Memorial Day! If Wish I Could cooperates, I might update later in the week.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Fandom asks for MCU <3! 3, 5 (Loki), 6, 9, 17 (Tony), 22 (Emma)

3. NoTP?

Scott Summers/Jean Grey, Logan/Jean Grey, Anyone/Jean Grey (I mean, if I have to have her around in a fic and shipped with anyone, it's usually another character I don't dig either), Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter, Anyone/Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers/Sharon Carter, Steve, Bucky, Sam/Brock Rumlow, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts (I mean, I can deal with their relationship as a past relationship turned best friends, but I'm not gonna read or write their ship as I think they weren't really healthy for each other - like Ross and Rachel.) Loki/Grandmaster (I will make references to it as a past thing that Loki did for survival but he hates it). Loki/Thor (There's some pretty-pretty artwork out there, and I will acknowledge that it's gorgeous and can enjoy it as artwork, but as an actual pairing, no. Just not my thing.)

5. Out of all your fanworks that include [Loki], which is your favourite?

Obviously, my on-going WIP series Hemispheres would be the top of that favorite list, but then I'd have to say I'm torn between these two:

What's on your mind, half of the time, (brother mine)

and

A little shy and sad of eye but very wise was he

Both of them feature Loki in vulnerable moments. The first one, he's like 5 and tiny and adorable and scared of the storm. He gets to meet a stranger who boosts his confidence a little. And the second one, he comes back after a grueling time in Asgard with Thor, who's still being far too bullying, and his friends and is really low about it, and Tony gathers everyone up to make a blanket fort (as Loki's never experienced one before), order Loki's favorite take-out, and watch movies to comfort him. Wholly self-indulgent on the comfort side.

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

From "Too weird to live, too rare to die" (Justin Hammer/Loki)

“So Loki made friends with Natasha by helping her with mission stuff?” Justin roped them back around to the other topic. 

Nodding, he answered, “Yeah.  He did some spellwork for her.  Imbued it into a piece of jewelry that essentially all she’s gotta do is think about how she wants to look, and that’s how she looks.  The spell lasts as long as she needs it to, and then when she’s ready to not look different, she just thinks of herself and bam.  Nat again.  No more dying her hair unless she wants to, no more contacts, no more tech that can blitz out on her.” 

Justin looked impressed.  A little skeptical, him being a tech and science guy like Tony, especially tech, but still impressed.  He wondered how Loki’s ‘magic’ could be utilized in their own tech, but he figured Tony had already been thinking about that. 

“Nice.  Sounds like he’s much better as an ally than an adversary,” Justin remarked as he finished with the last of the dishes.  He dried his hands and hung up the towel again. 

Tony took in how easily Justin took on the domestic task of dishes.  Seems like he learned some humility in prison, after all, and wasn’t looking to be waited on anymore.  Perhaps there was hope for guys like them after all. 

“Much better as an ally, though don’t let the gentle smiles and the fun tea parties he has with Morgan fool you.  He’s still dangerous when he wants to be.  He’s like a cat.  Don’t rub him the wrong way or you’ll find his claws slashing your hamstrings,” he joked, but the serious look in Tony’s eyes said he wasn’t actually joking. 

Justin walked over to the fridge, grabbing a glass along the way, and filled it up with ice and water.  He took Tony’s glass from him to fill it up, too, and handed it back, refusing to see the pleasant surprise in that gaze that followed him around to take a seat at one of the tall chairs at the counter.  Cold, pure water rushed down his throat and gave him time to think of how to respond to what Tony said.  Setting the glass on the counter, Justin turned it around and around, watching as the water remained calm even in its movement. 

“You think Loki’s dangerous to people here and you let him stay?  He’s really close to Morgan from what I hear.  I don’t see him much.  Passing in the halls, when we eat.  That’s about it, but your kid adores him.”  Justin let out a breathy laugh.  “I think she adores all of us, though, so I think that’s just her.  Big heart.”  Like her dad. 

Moving across the kitchen so he could belly up to the counter next to Justin, Tony took a drink of his water and set the glass down.  Two men, both at one time consumed by the big buck, by reputation and prestige and power, by controlling the playing field where weapons and tech were concerned, rivals – not bitterly so but rivals nevertheless, now sitting side by side, drinking fucking water for fuck’s sake, when they used to be dripping in the finest whiskey and women.  Burying the hatchet, and not in each other’s skulls. 

Tony never would’ve believed it could happen, especially not after he and Rhodey had to face down Vanko and the shitstorm he brought that Justin bankrolled. 

It was kind of nice, though, given that one of the last people Tony’d wronged in the past had injected his ex with Extremis, which still made Pepper a fiery handful to deal with, but at least, they’d gotten a handle on it for her so that she did set people on fire with her fists anymore.  While he’d never specifically wronged Justin the way he had Aldrich Killian (and really wronged was a little strong for just saying he’d been a spoiled dismissive asshole), he had been a dismissive asshole, which pushed Justin to make one of the worst decisions of his life. 

“I don’t think Loki’s a danger to Morgan ever,” Tony finally stated and tilted his head to meet Justin’s curious stare.  “I don’t think Loki’s a danger to me or Bruce or probably not Thor anymore.  Not since we’ve all sorta ganged up on Thor and told him not to be a dick to his brother.  The stabbing’s stopped at any rate.  You, though.  He doesn’t know you well enough yet, so I’d just say...tread carefully.  You never know when you’ll end up on a mission with him.” 

“Yeah, about that,” a voice from behind them announced. 

Tony and Justin swiveled their seats. 

Phil Coulson met their eyes. 

9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

Okay look, I have so many bookmarks and fics I could recommend that are tear-jerkers, kept me on the edge of my seat through months and months, that made me swoon, and I could easily give any and all of those. I could and I would! But this asks for one fic, and I'm gonna go with one that made me LOL so hard it woke up dog up from a nap in the other room and had my sister asking me if I was okay because for a second, I couldn't breathe.

Clark's Chicken by @kleenexwoman

I don't normally read DC fanfic. I like DC okay enough to know generally who the major players are, but I'm not invested. However, I am invested in my friends and their creative sparks, unless I'm just really not at all into a particular fandom. I can't really write a full review to say what it's about other than it's not exactly safe for work, definitely not for kids, though teenagers would love this, I think. I think that's why I love it - I'm still 12 and masturbation and fart jokes make me giggle. (There are no fart jokes in this, but discussion around masturbation is.) I want as many people as possible to read this fic because all the laughter in the world could finally heal humanity, I think, and if we could all laugh our asses off at this one, it could drive out the darkness all around us these days. Seriously, I believe this fic has the potential to lighten the world, to drive out the fascists, to heal the sick and sad, to build a protective bubble around the vulnerable - all through the laughter that this fic will grace people with. READ IT AND LEAVE KLEENEXWOMAN SOME LOVE ON IT.

17. What's a book, movie, or show you think [Tony] would like?

Book - American Gods - He really rooted for the New Gods at first, especially Technical Boy and Media, but somewhere in it, he really dug Mr. Wednesday, Mr. World (and especially Mr. World's reveal).

Movie - Real Genius

Show - McGyver (remake)

22. Give us a headcanon for [Emma]

So many people give Emma shit for being cold, stand-offish, and snobby, and because of this, Emma performs that to perfection. However, around those who see past this barrier, she's loving, warm, tender, kind, encouraging, compassionate, and has one of the biggest hearts they've ever met - and she uses her big bucks to take care of the people she loves.

Thanks for the asks!!!

Fandom Ask Game.

[dream-thief-forever-amen]

The thing I like best about Word of Honor is all the little couple fights. When they have their over dramatic moments and swear they are walking different paths of just crush each other with words and silence. And not five minutes later they are tiptoeing back into each other’s business. You ain’t still MAD is you can I offer you some fan flirting or eye contact or magical back massage or whatever see there there now we are right as rain… kisses and finger hearts and shit I love them

I also like all the magical martial arts musicians? I’m not sure what that’s about but it’s super fun. Especially when they’re wearing tons of chunky boho jewelry and fabulous eyeliner. Pluck those strings, bitch, play!

Also also the ghosts - I mean I don’t get it - they’re dead but also running around bleeding and hugging and face swapping. And how much overlap is there between the lesbian scorpions and the ghosts are they one and the same is this just a sect I’m so confused but they’re all extra sulky and spiteful so they are my favs and I get upset when one of them perishes - even though they’re already ghosts so… re-perish?

I love it. Please don’t explain a thing to me I honestly am having more fun just going with the flow. Oh, this is happening? Cool, cool.

My boys just drinking nonstop, lounging on rooftops, gently flying through the air. I want a bird to fly past them… like a big V of noisy geese who are like honk honky you silly boys put your backs into it you’re holding up the line here we are moving and you two are just leisurely gliding around like butterflies.

Also that kid had jewelry in his gut this whole time and just sliced himself right up without any warning and I was like HOLY shit little bang boy you are a tough cookie after all. Holding up that black bloody chunk and the dude is like gross let me sanitize this thing first while the little bang boy is like wait you got alcohol over there cause I am in need sir

And I may never recover from the love struck rich dufus telling everyone he spent the night with his crush to protect her secret but also the audacity that cute little minx I wanna squeeze his cheeks and smack his behind and pat him on the head cause he’s got great taste in women that’s for sure - little plucky girl is a true beauty

But not as beautiful and mysterious as evil braid boy and his flawless eyeliner and moonshine facial highlights boy those cheekbones be glowing! I don’t even remember who he is - I assume he wants the blue glass bangle too for the armory or whatever or does he want something else? Baddie I hope you get it all honey you deserve it… that sort of devotion to a goth aesthetic deserves the world - the whole world - where is your soul mate? I feel like he’d be well suited to travel the world with a talking black cat or something…

Sigh.

I don’t get the whole nails in the chest thing either but I like a pitiful man and I love the flirty king who’s determined to save him and I can’t wait to figure out how they’ll get out of this or both die and be reincarnated as geese or whatever is gonna happen down the line it’s too campy to completely break my heart I think so I have faith they’ll pull through and find ways to stay drunk for all eternity together. And forget about the nails what about your livers??? Guess that magic flute cures hangovers too

[maythearo]

JAMIL NEWS!!!

Jamil Viper was found at the streets of Pernambuco, enjoying the Carnaval and dancing frevo! In a exclusive interview, he said his favorite food is acarajé and coxinha

Jokes aside, I really like the idea of Scarabia duo, Octatrio and Savannaclaw enjoying Brazil! And I really like that Malleus would use something similar to that Hawaiian shirt he bought in the Yasmina silk event (I really don't know what that shirts name, I just know its the same as the Genie in the end of Aladdin). And I also love thinking about Jamil using traditional São João outfit (mano, ele com uma camisa xadrez vermelha e preta... Oh homem lindo).

I want to claim Jamil as Brazilian, but I can't-

Do you have any HCs like that?

And omg you opened comissions!!!! I'm so happy, even if I don't have money for it, IM STILL VERY HAPPY FOR U FOR A REASON I CAN'T EXPLAIN, I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY!

Beijitos!

- The BR Jamil Simp Anon

First of all, you're so sweet, thank you 😫 and second ANON LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING YOU'RE MAKING MY BRAIN GO NUTS CAUSE I WANNA DRAW ALL OF THAT, AS A GOOD BRAZILIAN ARTIST WOULD! Also hello Jamil bbygirl what are you doing here in Brazil haha twirls hair twirls hair

Omg I'm thinking on the spot rn of some good br headcanons, and I completely agree with you, out of all the dorms, Scarabia, Octavinelle and Savanaclaw would definitely vibe the most in Brazil. Hold on lemme breath in before I shove all my hcs into this post hold on. Eng speaking mutuals and followers I will hold yall hostage to listen to my insane rambles ok here we go

First and foremost, I just know Ruggie is brazilian 100%, and I think we can all agree to that, he's our boy 🙌 he would absolutely drag Leona and Jack around, getting them to try a little bit of everything whenever they get the chance. The hyena boy would pile a bunch of stuff on Jack's arms saying "You HAVE to try this snack- wait have some caldo de cana too... OH you can't forget this piece of candy-" and last thing you know Jack is just buried under pounds of little treats and trinkets.

I personally visited very little States here, but at least around São Paulo and Rio, one of my favorite things to do is to browse those classic, super pretty handmade jewelry they sell on the beach, decorated with crystals and stones, and I just want to get them all even though I might not even use half of the stuff I buy. But anyways, Leona doing that. Leona getting tererê de cabelo to go with the braids. He's gonna spend so much money with clothes and accessories and he's gonna look stunning doing it.

Btw btw I'm obsessed with a store called Atame (@/voudeatame on ig) they have the most brazilian jewelry and clothes ever and the designs are gorge, I should draw Leona wearing something inspired by that someday 😭

Bro if there's anything we all learn in major tourist spots is that you gotta be smart with prices and everything, keep an eye out to not get scammed, unfortunately... But you know what, Octavinelle is just chill with that. You think anyone can scam AZUL? That's impossible. Anyone tries anything with the octatrio, the person is just gonna get scammed back. Jokes aside, I picture Floyd wearing the good ol havaianas, shorts, and maybe #those glasses wherever he goes, Jade might even go along with it every now and then, why not.

This randomly reminds me of Ace cause his casual outfits definitely exclusively consist of that + a random football team shirt. I couldn't care less about football but listen. Corinthians. Simply cause he's annoying and that would be very in character of him (É MEMES, NAO ME MATEM CORINTHIANOS)

Have you ever noticed how Trey looks like the twst version of Zé Carioca. Let that sink in.

Thinking about Malleus, don't you think he would love to visit historical towns and monuments? There's so much history in our architecture, he'd find most fascinating I'm sure.

I just know Jamil and Kalim would absolutely own the dance floor in carnaval, like. No dobts about that. Kalim specially, would love to participate in any bloquinhos de carnaval if he could. Sounds exhausting for me to even be amongst a single one, but okay Kalim, get it I guess 💃 Scarabia and Brazil we share vibes!!!!!

You mentioned the São João fit, and I also thought of Epel, that boy invented Festa Junina, fr. He throws biribinha/estalinhos everywhere to piss off Vil. Also Jamil oh homem perfeito c é doido, n é possível uma coisa dessas.

São João stalls under the management of Octavinelle and it's hell on earth

Sam would open a famous lojinha de 1,99 for sure, I will not elaborate. Oh also whenever I stumble upon frog shaped reco-reco I think of him, I think he would sell them idk idk

Ruggie will show Kalim those brown colored glass plate sets every grandma got in their houses, and tell him they are indestructible.

"Jamil, Jamil! Check this out! Ruggie says these plates NEVER break! Oh we need to have them in Scarabia, pleeaseee!"

"What do you mean they never break? No, Kalim don't-"

Kalim throws it to the floor, it immediately shatters in a million pieces. "I think it hit a weird angle, that must be it."

Idia = alanzoka

Me @ Jamil:

[nadja-antipaxos]

CAN’T MAKE YOU HAPPIER NOW - THREE

Previously - Two || Masterlist || Next - Four

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: reference to domestic abuse though nothing happens, drug use, smoking, swearing, sex (PIV, fingering, oral - female receiving), casual racism from Caroline. 

Note: Thank you for the wonderful responses to this fic. I truly appreciate it.  Please leave comments  if you so desire. It fuels my writing. The Cut graphic by me. This chapter covers the end of 1x07-1x10. Lyrics quoted from "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus. Hindi translations: beta means "son" and "laadali" means "dear one/apple of my eye"Nisha's green dress for Shiv's party here. Nisha's dress for Shiv's wedding here.

Word Count: 9,326

3 years ago 

“Nisha!” Kendall yelled after her as she ran into their bedroom. She was faster than him. She locked it right as he grabbed the doorknob. Her heart was pounding against her ribs. Cocaine on her children’s iPads. No. No. Absolutely not.  She threw them on the cold tile of the shower and watched the glass splinter into little shards. They were not going to touch them now. 

“Nisha!” His fist pounded against the door and she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. 

She didn’t know how long that was going to hold, but she knew how to think fast under pressure. She ripped open every drawer and opened every closet. She dug and dug until she found the little bags stuffed amongst the clothes, in her heels, and even a small vial in one of her jewelry boxes. How many were there?  Six, she counted six. She found two more before he got the door open. Her hands were shaking as she held them. She bolted to the bathroom and threw them into the toilet. 

“No! No! No! No! No!”

Without hesitating, she flushed them down. 

“Fuck!” Kendall kicked the cabinet. “Goddamn it, Nisha.”

He frantically searched their room. He checked every hiding place. They were empty. She watched him scramble and retrace every one of her steps. He was too overwhelmed to notice her following him. He checked one more spot—inside one of her autumn handbags she hadn’t used in ages. She shoved his shoulder and snatched it. He reached for her and nearly caught her ankle, but she made it to the bathroom. She opened it and let all the powder fall in the sink before turning the water on. His heart seized with panic. There was nothing left in the sink. He checked the toilet. It was all gone.

“Do you know what you’ve done?!” He finally looked at her.

“Yeah. I got rid of all your fucking coke.” She spat as the tears rolled down her face.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” 

“Their iPads, Kendall? My things? You brought that shit into our home. Our bedroom?”

He moved towards her and immediately, she covered her face with her hands. She turned away and braced herself. She waited. Her heart was beating so fast her chest hurt. Still, she didn’t move.

“You—You—” His voice cracked. “You think I’m gonna hit you?”

“There’s a first time for everything.” She kept her eyes closed. Waiting. Her mind raced thinking of an exit plan. Waiting. Depending on where, how could she get out of the bathroom? Waiting.

His guttural sobs made her open her eyes. He clutched onto her legs as his body shuddered. He was crumpled at her feet. Fresh tears burned in her dark eyes. 

“I-I would never hit you, Nisha. The fact you—” He had never felt so weak and pathetic. “I made you think…” He was cut off by his own cries. 

Nisha sank to the floor. Kendall looked up at her with weepy eyes. He was shaking.

“I-I need help. Please help me.”

“W-We’ll get you help.” She wrapped her arms around him. 

“I love you. I love you so much. I’m so sorry.” 

Her throat was thick with emotion. She couldn’t speak, so she held on tighter.

The incessant vibrating of her phone on the nightstand wakes her up. Nisha’s never been a heavy sleeper, but once she had kids, she woke up at every noise. Her eyes open as she blindly gropes for the source.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Nishhhhhhhh.” 

She closes her eyes and forces her brain to work. Is she still asleep? Is this one of those reoccurring nightmares that she’s had for the past three years? God, please let it be a nightmare. This cannot be happening. No. She thought she could trust him. He told her she could trust him.

“Niiiiiiisha. Nisha. Nisha.”

She licks her lips and turns the light on.

“Yes, Kendall?”

“You were right! I’m totally fucked up. Get Ramesh a medaaaal.”

White-hot rage settles in her stomach as she sits up. She wants to shake him. How fucking dare he do this to her?

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” She hears Roman’s voice. “Oh, fuck. Nisha.”

“Roman.”

“I, uh, was gonna call you tomorrow. It’s like 1 am, right? Fuck. Just shut up a minute, Kendall! Jesus!”

“Yeah. It’s 1 am. I didn’t even know he was in New Mexico.”

“Shit, well, he is. He—”

There’s a muffled sound coming over the speaker.

“Nish, this what you wanted, yeah? To know every fucking detail about my life?”

Her vision blurs with tears. She feels sick. She hugs her knees to her chest. There’s no point in talking to him right now. 

“Goodnight, Kendall.”  She ends the call and throws the phone across the room. 

All alone in the dark in the middle of the night, Nisha sobs against the soft fabric of the duvet. What is she going to do now? She wants to scream. Rip him to pieces with her bare hands for making her life such a mess. For breaking every goddamn promise he made. Instead, she takes a few deep breaths and remembers the two children sleeping in their rooms. She’s not going to let them down. Even if she does hate every single atom in their father’s being.

When Kendall returns to New York, she doesn’t even try to call. She focuses on her work schedule and the kids. Why waste the energy? If he doesn’t want her help, she doesn’t need his. She talks to Shiv about her campaign. Gil is actually someone she would consider voting for and the fact he hates Logan so publicly is just a bonus. Nisha already RSVP’d with Kendall for the wedding, but Shiv secures separate rooms. She attends the bachelorette party like a good sister-in-law and pretends to have fun. Roman sends a few texts, but that’s about as far as that goes. Connor sends one text telling her the only one who can steal her joy is her which she promptly ignores. She’s already Hindu. She doesn’t need Instagram spun bullshit.  Stewy texts her briefly until she tells him she isn’t really talking to Kendall.

The only good part of Kendall being on the outs with his dad is the fact that Nisha isn’t expected to visit Logan with the kids. It gives them more time with her mother and stepfather who are loving grandparents. Her mother might not be the best with physical affection, but she never treats them with anything less than respect. She was the one who figured out Iverson needed testing in the first place. Nisha doesn’t tell her family about the drugs, but they can tell things are worse than they were a few months ago. 

A month passes and all of Kendall’s visits with the kids are supervised by her in a public place. No more weekends. No more sleepovers. No one-on-one conversations. Sophie runs after Iverson in the park when Kendall turns to Nisha. 

“Wanna go to dinner after this?”

Instead of looking at him like he has three heads, she keeps her eyes on the children. 

“No.”

He laughs, but she still doesn’t look. If she looks at him, she’ll end up clawing his eyes out and she’s wearing Dior.

“What happened to you?” He sniffs. “You used to be cool.”

“I had your children and grew the fuck up.” She shoves her hands in her pockets and walks over to Sophie. They need to get going anyway. There’s homework to be done and baths. She has to finish her deck for her newest client and look over some documents for Ramesh about which CDN they should acquire.

“Hey.” Kendall touches her shoulder as they walk back. 

“What?” Nisha flinches and looks ahead at her kids. 

“Look, I’m sorry about—”

“Save your breath. I really don’t wanna hear it.” She can tell he’s high right now and briskly picks up her pace. 

When they get to the apartment, the kids hug Kendall before walking into the apartment. She’s about to go too when Kendall catches her by the elbow. 

“What?” She doesn’t hide the aggravation in her voice. 

“Nisha in New Mexico—that call—I was high. I didn’t—”

“You know what, Ken? I don’t really care. You don’t want me involved? Fine. I have to get dinner started.” She wriggles her arm away from his grip. 

“Will you just let me fucking talk?” He sighs, irritated.

“Why? This is exhausting. You are exhausting.” She shuts the door in his face. 

 Maybe it’s because her husband is back on drugs and she’s not legally allowed to throttle him, Nisha finds herself up at 5 am every day in the workout room of the apartment. She runs either on the treadmill or the elliptical, does her yoga, and occasionally punches a punching bag. She’s on the elliptical when her phone goes off.

FUCKING ASSHOLE  (5:31 am)

Hey.

She is not in the mood, so she picks up her speed.

FUCKING ASSHOLE (5:32 am)

You working out?

Sophie must’ve told him. That’s the only way he’d know.

FUCKING ASSHOLE (5:33 am)

Can you let me in?

She huffs and stops for a moment to text him back. He’s here? What could he possibly want?

Nisha Asuri-Roy (5:33 am)

Use your keys.

FUCKING ASSHOLE (5:34 am)

This is important. Really. Promise.

Nisha hops off the elliptical and goes to the front door. Kendall’s standing there in a tailored grey blazer and some busy distressed t-shirt. He clearly has not slept and she remembers something about Tom’s bachelor party. A layer of scruff covers his face and she can see some grey mixed in. She ignores her first thought about how hot he looks and plays with the hem of her workout shirt. There are more important things to focus on. He’s been using. She looks at her watch and nods her head back to the apartment. It’s Saturday, so the kids won’t be up for a while. She has time to get him out of here. He follows her to the exercise room. 

“So, what’s this? A bachelor party booty call?” She crosses her arms, pressing them into her chest. His eyes immediately fall to her newly exposed cleavage and she puts her hands on her hips. 

“You used to love it when I fucked you high.” He shifts in place as he looks her over. She’s covered in sweat without any makeup on, so she doesn’t even know what he’s looking at.

“Yeah, when I was 22 and I thought your dick was the most amazing thing in the universe.” She rolls her eyes.

“It’s not?” Kendall smirks. 

She’s not amused and moves to get back on the elliptical. 

“Sandy Furness funded Stewy to get in on Waystar.”

She grips the arm and stumbles a bit. She turns around.

“What?”

“They wanna buy me out. Half a bil.”

She nods for him to continue.

“I said no.”

“Okay.”

“I wanna do a hostile takeover instead.”

Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline.

“A bear hug?”

“Sandy agreed. I’d be CEO.”

Nisha blinks at him. She can’t believe it. Does he actually want to take down his dad like this? This was more aggressive than he’s ever been. It doesn’t feel like a move he’d make, but Logan has been making his life hell. Her wheels are already turning, but before she can get too excited, she has to ask. 

“Why are you here?”

“I can’t be king without my queen.” 

“Kendall…”

His thumbs brush over the thin fabric covering her hips. She sucks in a breath as he moves closer. She can smell cigarettes and alcohol on him. Fuck him for making that sexy. She needs to stay mad at him and ignore the heat traveling past her stomach.

“I promised you, Nisha. It’s been a long time, but it’s happening. I don’t—I can’t do this without you. I can’t.”

“Until it goes south and I’m the enemy.” 

“My dad’s the enemy.” 

“Ken, you pushed me away.”

“I know, baby. Let me make it up to you. Lemme give you everything you deserve.” 

His forehead rests on hers. He’s breathing heavily and so is she. This is exhilarating. It’s everything she’s ever wanted with him. It’s everything they ever wanted. They lock eyes. 

“Is this for real?”

“It is.”

“Last chance.”

“I know. I promise.” He nods and presses his mouth on hers in a searing kiss. Her fingers spread across the scruff on his jaw and she deepens the kiss immediately. She hates how easy she gave in. She hates him, but, god, she loves him just as much. It’s something she can’t explain or put into words. He’s intoxicating. He’s infuriating. He’s everything. Being caught in that whirlwind it’s just part of being with Kendall. Breathless flight until the wind gives out and it’s a free-fall back to Earth. 

Nisha gasps as his thigh settles between her legs applying just the slightest pressure. He does it again just to hear that sound.  

“Can I fuck you, baby?”

She grabs his shoulders and bites her lip when his hardness presses into her. Her hips grind down for some much-needed friction. He growls low in his throat. 

“You want that, pretty girl? Want me to fuck you? Right here—right now?”

“Yes, Ken. Please.” She kisses him and wraps her arms around his neck.

He lifts her away from the equipment scrambling for a place. It’s not the most romantic or practical setting, but she’s tracing the distance between each freckle on his neck with her tongue, and he can’t wait. He sets her down on the yoga mat in front of the ballet barre mirror. She lifts her hips and he peels the tight pants off her legs. Her fingers unbuckle his belt and push the slacks down over his ass.

“Did King Kendall make an appearance at the party?” She smirks, pretending to be casual. She palms the front of his briefs and he groans.

“I don’t want anyone who isn’t you.” He sighs. 

Her brow furrows as she looks up at him. He nods. He knew that since he was 22 struggling to fit in her extra long twin bed. She takes his face in her hands and kisses him. His hand slips into her underwear and sinks two fingers in. She whines his name and he can’t help the smirk growing on his face.

“That’s my girl.”

He flexes his fingers before pulling them out slowly.

“Fuck, Kendall.”

He shoves his briefs down and she opens her legs. He throws them over his shoulders and drives into her making them both gasp. He’s in so deep she can barely breathe. His hand finds her throat and gently turns her head to the mirror.

“Look at us, baby. Look how fucking good we are.”

She can’t help the moan that escapes her lips at the sight of their half-clothed, primal  fuck. He’s right. They look so hot. It only makes her want him more. He leaves open-mouthed kisses on her neck wishing he could mark her up. She never lets him where people can see. Her eyes slip shut as he pounds into her harder feeling his pelvis rub that bundle of nerves with every thrust. Her nails dig into his blazer and she pushes her hips up clenching every time. He groans and she smiles. It’s amazing. He knows her body so well she’s already close. Kendall kisses her again and bites her full lower lip. The tension in his neck and his labored breathing lets her know he’s close too. 

“God, Nish, you’re so fucking perfect.” His hand trails down to her lower stomach to feel himself inside her. He presses down with every snap of his hips. He moans. “Always taking me so well. You were made for me.”  

She nods. “And you were made for me.”

The tiniest smile forms on his lips and their eyes meet. She spasms around him so suddenly it sets him off.  He kisses her and swallows their sounds as they hit their peak together. 

Their heavy breathing fills the room. He lifts her legs off his shoulders and she sighs feeling the ache settle in her calves. He pulls his briefs back on and just smiles at her.  He has to kiss her again. 

“I love you.”

“Me, too.”

“You love you too?”

She touches his face before getting on her feet. She grabs one of the Lysol wipes and cleans the yoga mat of any evidence. That’s the last thing she wants the maid to find. She steps back into her yoga pants knowing they’re going straight into the hamper. 

“When’s the meeting?”

“8.”

“Use the shower in the master.”

“And shave?”

She shakes her head.

“Keep it.”

He shoots her an amused look that makes her roll her eyes.

“What about you?”

She tilts her head.

“You’re coming.”

She hides her surprise save for the slight lift of her eyebrows.

“We have 6 bathrooms.”

“Or you could join me and—“

“We’d never get to this meeting.”

Kendall walks with her into his closet and watches her flick through the hangers for a suit. His large hands settle on her hips.

“You dressing me?”

“Shower, you need to shower.”

Kendall sighs and goes into the bathroom. She laughs almost delirious. How is this even happening? She needs to get ready. It doesn’t take long.

Nisha puts on her earrings as Kendall zips up the back of her slate grey sheath dress. She catches his gaze in the mirror. 

“Listen, you know Kate?”

“Your publicist?”

“Yeah. She said The Cut has a piece coming out about me and the guys.”

“Do you know what the angle is?”

“No. But look, your family isn’t exactly America’s sweethearts right now.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I just want the company protected. Cause it’s not just me, you know?”

“Right.”

“I had Rebecca draft a standard NDA. Just so they’re covered.”

Even if it’s a playful op-ed, she doesn’t need any bad press around it. Unlike the Roys, America doesn’t hate the Asuris and she wants to keep it that way. She turns to face him and places her hands on his chest.

“You understand, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Ramesh’ll kill you if anything happens to his stock price.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“You ready?”

She straightens his tie and nods. He offers his open palm and she takes it. They pass Malaya in the kitchen. 

“Good morning, Malaya.” Nisha smiles.

“Good morning, Mrs. Roy.” She looks at Kendall. “Mr. Roy.”

“The kids are still asleep and we have to step out. No more than—what—two hours max?”

Kendall nods. 

“Did you want breakfast for when you return?”

“Oh, no. Thank you, Malaya. See you later.”

Kendall keeps hold of her hand until they have to get into the car. He gives the address. Nisha looks over at him. His hand squeezes her thigh. She almost asks how he’s still awake, but remembers the answer. 

“Don’t think you have to sign whatever they put in front of you.” 

“If you like the terms, I’ll sign. If you don’t, we leave.”

“We should try to renegotiate before walking out.”

“Your specialty.” He leans over and kisses her trailing his long fingers on her jaw. “But if you rip Sandy to shreds I can’t promise I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself.”

“Behave.” She nips at his pouty lower lip. 

“I really want you to make me.” He whispers in her ear. 

“Settle down, Roy Toy. Get your head in the game.” She smirks.

“Yes, mistress.”

She nudges his shoulder with her own. 

When they stop, he gets out first and helps her out of the car. “Ready to takeover Waystar?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

She trails behind him as they move into the building. He calls Frank about something. She knows they’re doing VC stuff right now. She doesn’t trust Frank no matter what Kendall says. He’s spineless especially when it comes to Logan. Kendall opens the door for her and she walks in first. Kendall greets them and Nisha holds back a smirk at the shock on Stewy’s face. 

“Gentlemen, I believe you know my wife Nisha.”

“I haven’t formally had the pleasure.” Sandy gets to his feet and offers his hand. “Sandy Furness.”

“Nisha Asuri-Roy.” She takes it and sits across from them. She nods. “Stewy.”

“Nisha.” He raises his eyebrows slightly. 

Kendall takes his place next to her and Stewy rolls the pen to him along with the paperwork. He passes it to Nisha. She sets her purse on the table and pulls out her own folders.

“Since I’m not here in an official capacity and my family runs a very well-known company, you understand that I need you both to sign this NDA before we go forward, yes?” She hands the paperwork to them.

Sandy flips through it. “It only pertains to your presence regarding the bear hug?”

“Correct.” She crosses her legs. “Hostile takeovers can get nasty. I wouldn’t want a company that’s not involved to be affected just because of who my husband is.” 

“Understandable,” Sandy murmurs. 

“As a shareholder in that company, I appreciate your discretion.” Stewy smirks. 

“Of course. I don’t want you to lose a house.” Nisha folds her hands in her lap. 

“Based on your reputation, your insight will be valuable regardless if you take credit for it.” Sandy signs his name.

Kendall’s hazel eyes rake over her slowly. It’s a look she’s seen many times when he watches her work. Pride mixed with lust. She looks over at him briefly and raises her eyebrows trying to telepathically tell him he can’t fuck her on this table. 

Once her paperwork is signed by everyone, she and Kendall look over Sandy and Stewy’s terms. Nisha suggests all three parties need to agree on all planning as well as media statements. Since they’re already in bed together, Kendall is the odd man out. He’s also the one assuming the greatest personal risk since it’s his family. She suggests a flexible exit clause because if not, they will be fighting two fronts. It’s a waste of resources when they know Logan won’t be easy to take down. She doesn’t want Kendall getting fucked if Stewy or Sandy decides to go rogue. She may enjoy Stewy, but she trusts him as far as she can throw him. Sandy agrees. Just like he promised, Kendall doesn’t sign until the paperwork is to her liking. He floats some strategies as well as weak points of Logan’s.

Instinctively, Nisha presses her legs together at the sound of his deep, gravelly voice speaking with such authority and knowledge. Stewy catches her eye. Their Kendall is back in his element.  With the suggested changes, it takes a little over an hour until the paperwork is finalized. They part ways with a game plan. 

In the car, Kendall doesn’t take his eyes off her. His hazel eyes are mostly black from how blown his pupils are. She can feel the heat rising on the back of her neck.

“We should stop at mine first. So I can change.” His gaze is locked on her thighs. 

“Of course.” Nisha nods. Malaya isn’t expecting them for another hour. 

When they get back in the car, she tugs her dress over her stinging thighs where fresh bruises blooming in between them. They match the ones she left on his chest and shoulder.  His large hand moves down her neck to her collarbone leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

“Your skin is perfect.” He kisses the spot behind her ear. She sighs, knowing he got high in the bathroom while she was getting dressed. 

“Ken.”

“Hm?”

“The drugs. You can’t do them in the house.”

“I wasn’t—“ Kendall’s breathing hitches.

“I’m not trying to start a fight. Just listen, please.”

He nods.

“If you want to get high, I can’t stop you. Just keep it out of my house and away from the kids, okay?”

Kendall clears his throat. He hadn’t expected that. He doesn’t know what to say. Her eyes are locked onto him.

“Do we have an understanding?”

“Y-Yes.” Kendall swallows hard.

“Good. You can move back in when you’re sober. When all this is done.” She looks out the window and rubs her neck. She hates compromising about this. She wants him sober now. To say he never wants to touch the shit ever again because she and the kids are all he needs. That he would realize what he’s always been looking for has already been found and it’s his for the taking—if he would just accept it. 

Kendall reaches for her hand and she laces their fingers together.

“We’re not a team when you’re not…you. And you can’t be an effective CEO if you’re high.”

“I know.” He kisses the back of her hand. 

Malaya is dismissed when they get home. They spend the entire day with the kids reminding Nisha of what her life was like 3 years ago.  Iverson and Sophie enjoy it and thankfully don’t question it.  They play video games and a round of Apples to Apples which is Sophie’s favorite. When Kendall dozes off on the couch with Iverson due to his all-nighter, Nisha takes Sophie with her to pick up pizza for dinner. The kids want to watch Star Wars: A New Hope, but Iverson falls asleep on his dad’s chest when Alderaan gets blown up. Kendall carries him to bed.  Sophie insists on watching until R2D2 rescues them from the trash compactor before Nisha can get her off to her room. 

Nisha sits back down on the couch and rests her elbows on her knees. His eyes are back on the television. There’s a lot she wants to say but doesn’t know how. This morning when she got up she wanted nothing to do with him and an hour later they were having sex. She licks her lips and pulls her upper lip between her teeth. He finally notices her staring and puts his hand on her back. 

“I don’t…”

He lifts his hand and she shakes her head. He leans forward on his knees. 

“Please don’t…” Break me? Throw me away? Forget you love me?

He takes a deep breath. She finally looks at him. The tears burn in her dark eyes and she purses her lips trying to hold back everything she feels. 

“I can’t keep doing this. It’s not good for anyone, especially the kids. All the back and forth. They need stability. This isn’t a revolving door. I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t.”

“Otherwise, I’m gone. I mean it, Kendall.”

“I know.”

She sighs and lets him pull her into his arms. She takes a deep breath and rests her head on his shoulder while the weight of him settles around her. 

Kendall doesn’t spend the night to avoid confusing the kids. He gives her a soft kiss before he leaves. Nisha goes to bed with a lot on her mind. 

In the morning, Malaya returns to watch the children while Nisha meets up at her planned brunch with her brothers. Kapil stares at his quiche as Ramesh simmers about Kendall being back with their sister.

“Seriously, Nish, I don’t get the hold he has on you.”

“He-He doesn’t. I just love him. You love Priya.”

“Priya and I have normal problems like which school should Aisha and Raj go to or if we’re gonna let them get a dog. Not getting blasted in the press for illicit drugs and  failed coups.”

“Did you see The Cut though?” Kapil perks up.

“Shut the fuck up, Kap.” Ramesh hisses.

“The writer wants to marry me.” Kapil continues with a smile. He shows off the article on his phone.

I'm Sorry But the Asuris are Seriously Hot and We Need to Talk About It.

By Mira Patel

Ramesh. The hottest CEO in the game. Nisha. The coolest boss bitch. Kapil. The genius behind your favorite wireless gadgets. I know Ramesh and Nisha are married and have families, but there's still time to convince Kapil to marry me!

Nisha tries her best not to laugh. She knows this is serious. 

“This is different.”

“Yeah? How?”

Nisha takes a deep breath. Her brothers are solid, unlike the Roy siblings. They move as a united front. They’ve never betrayed each other. She knows they won’t tell anyone.

“Kendall’s planning a hostile takeover of Waystar. With Sandy Furness and Stewy Hosseini.” 

“Holy fucking shit.” Kapil nearly laughs. 

“And he wants me to help him. I had everyone sign an NDA. Don’t worry. You’re both gonna be fine.”

Ramesh may hate Kendall, but he hates Logan Roy more. There’s a spark in his eyes now.

“Think they can do it?”

“Yeah. Logan’s no longer fit to lead. Company’s suffering.”

“Hmm.” Ramesh runs his hands over his beard.

“Twirl your mustache a little more, Ramy.” Kapil teases. 

“If I don’t see this through then what have I been doing for 17 years? Do you know how much better my whole life would be if Logan couldn’t torture Ken all the time?”  Nisha leans forward and touches his hand. “Please, Ram. I need you to understand.”

Ramesh nods. “As long as you’re covered.”

“Yeah, I said, Shiva—“

“Not the company. You. If he’s a sinking ship, you’re not going down with him.”

“I’m covered.”

Ramesh lifts his mimosa. 

“Then I pray for the swift demise of Logan Roy.”

They clink their glasses together. 

“I can’t wait to see you make him eat shit.” Kapil sighs with a smile.

Kendall’s been true to his word keeping her involved in all the moves and doesn’t do drugs at her place. Things are tense, but he’s not pushing her away. When he gets too overwhelmed, he fucks out his frustrations instead of arguing and she doesn’t complain about that. She does mourn the many pairs of expensive underwear he’s torn though. He hasn’t replaced them yet like he said he would. But that’s the least of her worries.

The weekend of Shiv’s wedding, Kendall flies ahead and Nisha catches a later flight with the kids. They don’t need to be there longer than they have to and she’s never excited about going to England. The colonization of India left a bit of a bad taste in her mouth. Then there was the whole Lady Caroline of it all.  Compared to his ex-wife, Logan practically treated her like a daughter. Her ladyship wasn’t ecstatic about her firstborn marrying one of those pesky independent Indians who couldn’t just stay happy under English rule. It’s one of the reasons Nisha went with the traditional red sari just to rub it in her soulless mother-in-law’s face.

Nisha arrives in the evening and the kids are wiped. She puts them to bed and lets them sleep off the jet lag. Unfortunately, by the time she gets to the cocktails, she runs into Caroline first. 

“Always have to stand out, don’t you, Nisha?” Caroline looks over Nisha’s dark emerald chiffon dress with a lace bodice decorated in tasteful sequins. It has a simple scoop neckline and while the detail is beautiful, it’s not distracting. Maybe she should’ve gone with black or navy, but she’s really not drawing attention to herself. Her makeup and hair are simple along with her jewelry. But nothing she does will ever be good enough so she’s given up trying. 

“Not hard to do in this crowd.” Nisha shrugs. “Rather homogenous.” All your friends and family are old and white, you shrew.

“I didn’t see the children. I hope Sophie isn’t getting too much sun.” Caroline sips her wine. Don’t let my granddaughter get too dark, savage.

“They’re exhausted. I’m sure you’ll see them in the morning.” 

“Quite nice of my son to provide a separate jet for you three. Since you couldn’t join him.”

“I guess he wanted his wife and kids at his sister’s wedding.”

Caroline pauses and stares her down. She’s used to it at this point, but it does get tiring.

“Tom’s quite lucky, you know. Midwestern boy, normal life, and all that. Almost as spectacular a Cinderella story as yours. No one will ever beat such a fairytale. Coming from a single immigrant mother to marrying one of Harvard’s richest and most eligible bachelors.”

“And giving him two children and a relationship that’s lasted nearly two decades. We’re both very lucky.” Nisha knows if she keeps talking to this woman she will commit homicide, so she wishes her a lovely evening. She spies Shiv and walks over to her.

“Congratulations.”  They hug. “The bride-to-be is looking very gorgeous.”

“Please, look at you. I’m so glad you made it.” Shiv looks stunning in her tight mauve dress with her strawberry blonde locks pinned up. “Kids in bed?”

“Yeah, completely out.”

“How long did you last before you wanted to stab the Wicked Bitch of the West in the eye?”

“About 30 seconds. Got to deal with some nice colorism about Sophie.”

“Jesus.”

“Made me feel right at home. Lemme know if you need me to keep the getaway car running.”

Shiv laughs and gives her another light hug before they break apart. She has plenty of other guests that need her attention more than her sister-in-law. 

Nisha finally sees Kendall a sniffing mess walking out of the bathroom. She ignores the pit forming in her stomach as he approaches her. His pupils are massively dilated.

“Nish, where did you get this fucking dress?” His hands run over the bodice tracing the intricate design.

“Had it made.” She furrows her brow as he pulls her into him. She dusts the white power off his lapels. 

“You look fucking amazing. I want you in this dress forever. And your legs—”

“Wow, okay, let’s settle down a bit.” She laughs and places her hand on his chest.  “Good news. After how many years, your mom still thinks I married you for your money.”

Kendall huffs and pulls back his hands. “I can’t fight every battle for you, okay? My dad and Marcia are coming—“

“They are?”

“Yeah, so I got a lot on my fucking mind and don’t need you adding to it.” And he was being so nice.

“Ken, I know you’re antsy, but please, don’t take it out on me.” 

“I’m antsy? Don’t think you’re inside my head. You don’t know everything—“

��Cool. Talk to you later.” Nisha pats him on the shoulder and walks away. 

She talks to Roman, meets Gil, endures awkward compliments from Greg, and gets introduced to Tom’s parents. She needs a refill when Stewy finds her. 

“That’s some dress.”

“Thanks.” She looks over his black suit and crisp white dress shirt.“You and Ken decided to match? That’s so cute.”

“Headed to the bar?” 

“Yep.”

“Want company?”

“Why not?”

Stewy grabs them two glasses of white wine. Before he can say anything, Logan Roy walks into the room. 

“We should say hi.” Stewy downs his wine and sets the glass on the bar.

“Do we have to?” Nisha pouts.

“Okay, that face is adorable.” Stewy points at her. “But yeah, let’s see how the miracle man got here all the way from New York.”

“Stewy…” Nisha whines as he guides her by the small of her back. She hasn’t actually had to see Logan in two months and it’s been great. 

Stewy shakes his hand and chatters about work and Gil. Marcia smiles at Nisha who smiles back. 

“I love this dress,” Marcia says sincerely. 

“Thank you. How do you manage to look this sexy after a long flight?” Nisha chuckles and kisses her on the cheek. Marcia is one of the most gorgeous people she’s ever met. Her signature red lip is always immaculate.

“Oh, hush.” Marcia shakes her head.

“You look beautiful as always.” Logan touches Nisha’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Logan. I’m so glad you’re feeling better.” She lets him give her a limp hug.

He spies Kendall across the room and excuses himself. Marcia hangs back to talk to Nisha and Stewy, but they all stare as Logan approaches Kendall. She tells them of how much better he’s feeling and how happy it made them to make the wedding. Nisha goes along with this line of bullshit.  Stewy’s eyes dart from Kendall and Logan back to Nisha. Two of his fingers tap between her shoulder blades and she realizes she’s holding her breath.

“It’s not good for a father and son to keep fighting.” Marcia comments. 

“Mmm.” Nisha doesn’t look at Stewy. She knows Marcia is watching and going to report back to Logan.

“The children are sleeping?”

“Yeah, 10-hour flight. 3-hour drive. Didn’t stand a chance.”

“I hope I can see them tomorrow.”

“Of course.”

Stewy leaves Nisha to go mingle. She has a feeling he’s hunting down Kendall to see what just happened. 

“I know things with Kendall have been…uneven. But you are strong.” Marcia nods.

“Thank you. I’ll let you get to your room. I know today has been very busy for you.” Nisha sighs. 

“Goodnight, Nisha.”

“Goodnight, Marcia.”

Nisha’s already in the room when Stewy has Jess bring Kendall in. She shoots her an apologetic look. It’s not easy being Kendall’s assistant. 

“What’s going on?” Kendall looks between Stewy and Nisha.

“I just got here.” Nisha puts her hands on her hips.

Stewy lets Sandy talk over the speakerphone. Nisha tries her best to keep a poker face at the fact Kendall told Frank. If she had been here, that never would’ve happened because she would’ve locked him in a closet. Stewy looks at her and she plays with her earrings. Things are being accelerated to tomorrow instead of the 19th because Kendall couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

“Just keep me in the loop about the letter,” Nisha says before leaving. 

She drinks some more wine because fuck, it is really good, and heads up to her room an hour later. Kendall slinks in while she’s getting ready for bed. 

“I’m sorry, Nish.”

She shrugs and unpins her black hair. She shakes it out and ignores the way Kendall’s looking at her. Instead, she grabs a makeup wipe and cleans her face. She’s tired. She doesn’t want to fight. He slips his arms around her hips from behind. She sighs. She’s not in the mood for that either. They’re not stupid kids anymore. She removes her earrings and kicks off her heels. 

“Need help with the dress?” He places a kiss on the back of her neck.

She rolls her eyes and he doesn’t notice.

“Wanna anger my racist ancestors and fuck in their castle?” He raises his eyebrows. 

She does laugh at that which makes him smile. 

“Too bad we don’t have the strap on.” 

He laughs and kisses the back of her ear. 

“Would you settle for riding me?”

She doesn’t answer and fusses with the clasp at her neck instead. Kendall undoes it gently and pulls the zipper down her back. He presses his mouth against the base of her spine and she closes her eyes. 

“Ken, don’t you have calls to make?”

He tugs the dress down her legs and she steps out of it.  He lets out a low whistle at the sight of her in black lace lingerie set complete with stockings.  He lifts her and places her on the bed. 

“I’m still mad at you. Fucking Frank? I can’t believe—”

“I know. Gonna show you how sorry I am.” His deep voice is low and immediately makes her press her legs together. “Can I do that, pretty baby?”

“Y-Yes.”

He kisses a spot behind her knee before unclipping her stockings.  “These are fucking unfair.” 

“I didn’t buy them for you.”

He pauses and gives her a look.

“Okay, not just for you. I like them.”

“I love them.” His large hands peel them off her legs. “But right now they’re in my way.”

He removes her underwear and kneels at the edge of the bed. His mouth moves from the top of her thigh down to her ankle in soft kisses before switching to the other leg. His nose brushes her inner thigh and she lets out a sigh of frustration. She can feel his breath on her center. She opens her mouth to remind him he’s supposed to be apologizing when she feels his lips. Just breezing over her skin and making her close her eyes. 

Her heartbeat picks up speed as he slowly devours her. She gasps at how quickly the soles of her feet are tingling. She’s his favorite instrument and he plays her perfectly. 

“Ken.” 

His hazel eyes flicker up towards hers with the smuggest look on his face. He places his hands on the bed and dives further in seeking further penance with his lips and tongue. She grabs his dark hair and bucks her hips. His arm rests on her stomach holding her in place as he takes her apart. It’s too much. The pressure keeps building and building. Her heart is going to explode. Her chest tightens and she tugs on his hair. He shakes his head moving his mouth from side to side and she gasps. A violent wave of pleasure crashes over her as she trembles. He keeps going letting her ride it out on his face until she stills completely on the bed. 

Kendall moves back looking very much like the cat who got the canary.

“You always taste so good.” He licks his already glistening lips savoring the taste. 

“Fuck, Kendall.” She gulps in more air and slowly regains feeling in her legs. 

He stands up and slips off his suit jacket. He unbuttons his crisp white shirt revealing that smattering of dark chest hair from below his collarbone to the center of his chest that’s impossible for her not to scrape her nails through. He unbuckles his belt and kicks off his slacks revealing how ready he is. She smiles unwilling to wait any longer and shoves down his black briefs. He tugs them the rest of the way off and gets on top of her. 

Their mouths meet in a sloppy kiss and she can taste herself. He’s not wrong. She does taste good. One large hand snakes behind her back to unclasp her bra and toss it aside. Despite any insecurities she might’ve felt growing up, he thinks the modest size of her breasts is perfect. He loves covering them with his big hands and taking them in his mouth. But before he can do any of this, she flips him. He looks up at her, amused. After all, he said she could ride him. 

She takes him in hand giving a few strokes before bringing him inside her. She inhales sharply at the feel of him.  Her small hands settle on his shoulders. All the frustration she feels she shows in the sharp snaps of her hips and he loves it. She clenches down and watches his eyes roll into the back of his head. He’s mumbling a string of “please” and “fuck” with some other words she can’t make out from how loud he’s moaning. One hand finds her hip and the other clutches her breast as she picks up speed. 

“F-Fuck, Nish.” 

“You wanna come, Ken?”

“P-Please.” He nods violently. 

“Do you think you deserve it?”  She stops moving and arches an eyebrow.

Kendall’s eyes light up as he shudders at her sudden dominance. He loves when she brings this side of her into their bed. 

“Y-Yes.”

“You gonna do this deal right and not fuck it up?” She clenches down again.

“Y-Yes. I-I promise, Nisha.” 

“No more nerves?” She rotates her hips slowly.  “Cause you’re Kendall. Fucking. Roy. My. Husband.” She bears down with emphasis and he’s whining under her almost delirious.

“Mmm, yes, baby. I’m yours.” His breathing is shaky. 

“Good.” She grabs the hand on her breast and moves it down. His fingers immediately stroke her and she starts moving again. She rests her hands on his chest, clawing at that dark hair. She leans down and bites his earlobe. “Come, baby.”

His head falls back and his eyes screw shut as the pleasure pulses through his body. She follows right after and kisses his sweaty neck before moving off him.  He laughs.

“You’re amazing.”

She kisses him full on the lips. 

“I know.”

He groans. Fuck, he’s so lucky. 

When they recover, Kendall goes back to his room to make the calls and promises to keep her informed. They’re going to do this. He feels unstoppable. 

 Nisha winces when Tom ushers her into the wedding photos. She was hoping to go unnoticed. She smooths out the English rose satin burnout print decorating her nude floor-length dress. She figures if the color had “English” in the title Caroline couldn’t complain. Kendall touches her back. He’s already told her repeatedly how much he likes the dress. She places her hand on his lapel and gives a picture-perfect smile. Shiv demands a photo with Nisha.

“I fucking love this.” She tugs on the side of the dress.

She wraps her arms around the bride. They press their smiling faces together. 

“I wanted to wear a sari so bad. Make your mom lose her shit.” She whispers.

Shiv laughs so hard she throws her head back. 

“I love you, bitch.”

“I love you too, bitch.”

“It’s nice. That they get along so well,” Tom says to Kendall.

“Mmm. Yeah. Shiv likes Nisha more than me.” Kendall nods. 

Tom laughs awkwardly. 

Everyone parts ways after the photos are done to go to the reception before the actual dinner. Nisha tends to the kids. She lets them take a nap so they can be up for the party while Kendall goes off with Stewy to finalize things. Stewy sends her a secure email with a copy of the letter and she gives her seal of approval. Once the kids wake up, Iverson wants to see his dad before they go back to the massive castle, so they go to where he and Stewy are staying. Iverson goes in and promptly comes back out with a pained look on his face. 

Nisha stiffens. It was an accident, but it annoys her all the same that Kendall shouted at him. She thought everything was good to go.

“Stewy wants me to deliver it. Now.”

Nisha takes a deep breath.

“Sophie, laadali, can you go play with Iverson over there for a minute? I have to talk to Daddy.”

Sophie nods and walks only a few feet away. It’s enough. 

Nisha places her hands on Kendall’s shoulders and looks him in the eye.

“I firmly believe you can deliver this letter and not scar our kids psychologically.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t—Nisha, this is—“

“You can do this.” She kisses him.  This is what we want. This is what we’ve worked for. I love you, yeah?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Such a romantic.” 

“I love you too.” 

She nods and walks back to the kids. Iverson looks at her. She touches his face.

“Beta.” 

He smiles. He doesn’t know Hindi like Sophie does, but he still knows that means something good. 

“Hmm.” She drums her fingers against her lips. “I feel like we gotta do something really important before we go to this dinner.”

Iverson just stares at her and Sophie’s already smiling.

“I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan…”

Sophie joins in and starts to dance. Nisha moves her shoulders and continues to sing at Iverson who starts to giggle. 

“And the Jay Z song was on…” Nisha points to him and waits.

‘So I put my hands up they’re playing my song.” Iverson puts his hands up. “The butterflies fly away.”

Nisha smiles and dances with them as they all sing the chorus. It’s not very good and definitely silly, but it makes Iverson laugh. 

“Nodding my head like yeah. Moving my hips like yeah. Put my hands up they’re playing my song. You know I’m gonna be okay. Yeah, it’s a party in the USA. Yeah, it’s a party in the USA.” 

“We’re in England.” Iverson frowns.

“I know. Boo.” Nisha brushes his hair away from his face. 

“Party in the UK!” Sophie laughs.

“There you go!” Nisha gives her a high five.

Due to Logan’s sudden appearance, Nisha and Kendall are no longer at the bridal party table. They’re at a table with Greg instead. Sophie and Iverson look bored to tears.

“It’s so nice we were bumped.” She whispers.

Kendall nods. He seems…off. They haven’t really been alone, so she hasn’t had a chance to ask about how it went with Logan. Though, his not-so-subtle speech about family gives her a hint. She takes his hand and squeezes it. He finally looks at her and kisses the back of her hand. Frank comes by and she wants to kick him. Snake. Stewy catches her gaze and rolls his eyes at the speeches. She nods. It’s basically open mic night with how many people are talking and Roman comes over with a microphone. She shakes her head. He gets down on his knee and offers it. Everyone laughs. 

“Okay, um. Hi, everyone. For those of you who don’t know, I’m Nisha. I’m married to this one.” She jerks her thumb at Kendall and they get some applause. “It’s gonna be super obvious that I did not plan a speech. I have known Shiv for much longer than I will admit cause I wanna be mysterious about my age. She made me feel like family even before I technically was. This has been a beautiful day and that dress is a knockout. I wish you all the good things life can offer. Marriage is one of those special things and you deserve special. Both of you. And on behalf of myself and your big brother— Tom, if you screw this up, total Jimmy Hoffa situation. No one will ever find you. Please edit my motive out of the wedding video. Thank you.”

Everyone laughs again and claps.  Shiv blows a kiss to Nisha and Tom laughs. Roman takes the microphone and goes back to the table.

“Good speech.” Kendall kisses her hair. 

“Pulled it out of my ass.” Nisha smirks.

“But it’s a great ass.” He squeezes her thigh for emphasis. 

She’s about to ask about Logan when Connor walks over and needs to talk to Kendall. She nods and watches them walk off. She wishes she could go with.

“Mommy, when are we gonna dance?” Iverson asks.

“In a little bit, beta. I promise.” 

Formal dances happen. The cake is cut. All the usual traditions and Nisha can’t find Kendall. Even the kids ask about him until they announce everyone can start dancing. Then they’re off. 

Sophie yells for her dad and runs over to hug him after what feels like forever. Nisha walks over with Iverson who wants to know where he’s been. She can’t fault him for his honesty.  Kendall seems a little better.  He seems to enjoy dancing as a family. When he dances with Nisha, she notices he’s trembling a little. Maybe it’s from how crazy this day has been and the fact Stewy told her he wouldn’t let Kendall do any more drugs. She hugs him and he holds her tight. It’s the way he doesn’t let go right away that makes her a little worried, but she pushes it down. 

In the morning, she wakes up to Sophie and Iverson in her bed, but no Kendall. 

She focuses on getting the kids some breakfast at the buffet. She spies Kendall with his shoulders hunched in a green sweater talking to Greg. He looks strange. Not quite himself. Not quite…something. She gets up to go to his table when Colin appears and whisks him away. Connor walks over with Willa and begins a conversation with the kids. She sees that as her exit and slowly follows Kendall.

She feels foolish stalking him like this, but she really wants to talk to him. If Colin’s grabbing him, then that means Logan wants him and if he has to talk to Logan she doesn’t want him to sneak off and self-medicate. She dashes behind a wall when Colin looks back. She watches them go into a drawing room and later sees Amir and Marcia exit. They don’t see her. She waits. She realizes she can’t just appear out of nowhere, so she moves down the hall and looks around like she isn’t quite sure where she is. That part is true. Gun to her head she wouldn’t able to find her way back to the dining hall. 

Kendall leaves the room with his head hung low and Colin is close behind.

“Hey, do you know where—Kendall!” Nisha lies with surprise on her face.

“Colin, I’ll catch up with you.” Kendall nods. Colin disappears.

“You didn’t come back to my room.” She licks her lips, nervous. 

“Yeah, um, I went back to the…it was really late.” He won’t meet her eyes.

“Okay.” She tries to chase his gaze. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” He still won’t look at her.

“What’s wrong?” She reaches out to touch his shoulder and he flinches. 

There are tears brimming in his hazel eyes and it makes her heart hurt. She throws her arms around him and he crumples sobbing loudly into her shoulder. She feels the bile rise in her throat. She has no idea what could’ve happened to make him like this. She rubs circles on his back and he catches his breath.

“Ken, baby, please. What did Logan want? What’s going on?”

“I-I gotta pack. He’s sending me to rehab.” Kendall sniffs and wipes his nose with his sleeve. 

“Logan’s sending you to rehab?” She blinks. “But—but what about the takeover?” 

“I, uh, I’m out.” He’s struggling to breathe. 

“What?” She feels like he dunked her scalp in ice water. “Why?”

“I really gotta—I gotta get—pack my stuff.”

“Kendall.”

He brushes past her and soldiers on down the hall. She grabs him by the arm. 

“You—you can’t do this. How—how can you do this?”

Neither of them knows that Logan happens to be walking by. 

Kendall says nothing and continues to look at his feet even though the tears spill down his face. 

“Ken, you—you promised.” She blinks back her own tears.

“I-I’m sorry, Nisha.” Kendall’s voice cracks.

Satisfied, Logan leaves them alone assuming she’s upset about the takeover. 

“You’re sorry? I don’t want your fucking sorry. I want you to tell me what’s going on. Why are you pulling out?” She clutches his hands.

He lets out an uneven sob and she cups his face in her hands. She can feel his wet tears dampen her fingertips. 

“Kendall, please. Please tell me what’s wrong. Please! Let me in. What happened?”

His chest heaves up and down. His eyes dart frantically looking at anything but her. 

“Baby, please. What did he do to you? 

She leans in and tries to kiss him. The tears fall freely now. Give him any sign of affection that lets him know she’s still here for him. Fuck the takeover, something terrible happened and she wants to help him. She loves him. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He pulls away.

“Kendall!” She yells after him, but he doesn’t turn back. Colin opens the door and leads him into the car. And he’s gone.

[jiyansthesis]

PIERCE ME  ☆ BABY !

MICHAEL ☆ AFTON (tattoo artist)

x reader

part one // part two

can be read alone!

summary: you and michael have been dating for some time now, ever since that day you met in the tattoo shop. you haven’t thought about getting a new tattoo, but there’s something else michael can do that’s been on your mind. . .

note: i have been able to get over tattooist michael he’s literally my best creation i love him. this is my first time actually typing and using tumblr on my computer so the layout rn is different

not proofread

“hey, michael?” you asked, you mumbled into his shoulder, both your arms wrapped around him like a koala.

“yes, love,” his eyes left the tv and then looked down at you.

“y’know how you do piercings?”

“of course i know i do piercings, y/n. what are you getting at?” 

you glanced up at him. “could you give me a piercing?”

michael broke out into a grin. “look at my little baby growing up! get ready so we can go.”

he proceeded to stand up, and you groaned as you slumped over the couch and michael went off to change clothes. he seemed even more excited to do this than you were.

he always talked about how good you would look with certain piercings, and you always turned him down or countered that’s because he looks so good with piercings, but you’ve changed your mind.

☆

you really don’t know why you did, because now that you’re sitting in the same chair from last time, you’re beginning to have second thoughts.

“what if i really don’t look good in this?” you frowned, watching as michael was looking for some titanium jewelry for whatever piercing you wanted after he had sterilized everything he needed to pierce you.

“then you could always wait until it heals and then take it out. don’t worry about it, love.” he brought over an assortment of rings and studs.

“so, what type of piercing do you want?” he tilted his head to the side like a puppy, his slightly curly mullet swaying with the motion.

“uh. . . a septum?” you hesitantly said.

michael looked surprised and then it turned to, once again, excitement.

“you’re gonna look so good in this! even though you're going to have to wait a while to even change your septum to this ring. i'll just bring it home so you don't have to wait when you can change it.” he said as he left one of the rings and proceeded to go back to put the rest away. when he came back, he was wearing the same black gloves that he tattooed you with.

“just relax, okay? if you move a little, i might pierce you a little off, and the septum is going to look weird, okay?” he put on the clear framed glasses that were lying on the side table, and man did he have no right to look that good with them on.

“i’ll be fine,” you responded, and he softly laid you down against the chair, which he began to lay back like it was a dentist appointment.

“i have to clean your nose real quick before we start,” he held up a q-tip and began to stick it inside your nose.

once he was done cleaning, he threw the q-tip away and grabbed something that looked like a purple-colored pencil.

"are you gonna draw me?" you questioned.

"i could," the corner of his mouth quirked up. " but this is for a guideline on the outside of your septum."

he leaned close enough for you to feel his breath and held the side of the colored pencil's lead to your nose so it would be a straight line.

he pulled away, set the pencil on the desk, and grabbed a metal tube and a thing that was probably going to be in your nose for the next few months.

"alright love, i need you to do a deep breath in through your nose and exhale out your mouth. i pierce when you exhale, so relax for me, if i get the right spot, it shouldn't hurt as much." he held the tube on one side of your septum and the needle on the other side.

you nodded, and took inhaled, and when you let out a breath, michael slowly pushed the rod in, and you let out a wince through the pain. it wasn't that bad, but it was really uncomfortable.

you felt the needle stop moving, and opened your eyes to see michael let go of the tube and instead had a pair of what seemed to be scissors in his hand.

this time, he hovered over you, his necklace and hair dangling over you. all his focus was on the rod, and he began twisting it around with the scissors. after a few minutes of him curving the metal, and twisting the ring around, he pulled away.

"you did it babe!" he angled the seat back up and handed you a mirror. "i think you look good with that. not like there's anything you wouldn't look good in."

you looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring the septum.

"thank you, michael," you smiled. "i love it!"

"i'll teach you how to take care of it when we get home. but for now, wanna get something to eat?" he slipped his gloves off and tossed them into the trash, offering his hand to you.

you accepted it.

"as long as your brother and sister don't find us."

he sighed. "you know they will. but before they come, we should totally think about getting some matching jewelry."

[scarletttries]

Prenuptial Bliss (Kendall Roy Request)

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x Reader (Request)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3k

Requests: “I just read your headcanon with Kendall and I was wondering what it would be like him marrying the reader who doesn't come from a rich family and he doesn't want her to sign a prenup even though his family insists?" and

"Would you write another Kendall Roy x reader fic, please? Readers first holiday with the Roys as Kendall's girlfriend or fiance. Iverson, Soph and Rava included, all of them supporting Ken (because someone has to do it, right?). I'm on a fantastic holiday mood and would love to read something light, from fluff to smut you decide how to take this."

Author's Note: These two super sweet Kendall requests seemed to fit together so well, so I combined them into one fic :) also someone pointed out that because of the order of these requests it feels like the relationship with Kendall just keeps development, which is such a lovely coincidence 🥰 Thank you both for the lovely requests!

Prenuptial Bliss

It didn't matter how many times you made uncomfortable eye contact with the driver of Kendall's car, you just couldn't stop staring at yourself in the rear view mirror. Every time you looked up the image was exactly the same, every hair in place, make up pristine, the dress Kendall bought you sitting perfectly on your form (as it should considering it cost more than your rent for a year.) But then you just had to check again, just in case there was something you missed that would give his family reason to scrutinise you, and worse, take it out on Kendall. You'd been his girlfriend for over year, so this wasn't your first time meeting his family, being Ken's plus one to a seemingly endless array of social and business events. Usually you didn't get much further than the forced greeting he'd facilitate between you and Logan, who'd quickly dismiss you given the parade of women his sons had introduced him to in his time, and then you'd take a few cheap shots from Roman and ultimately end up stood waiting in the wings with Tom, who had actually pretty warmly welcomed you to his 'plus ones' club. You'd gotten very used to the routine, not usually phased by these events, because it meant you could be there for Kendall when he started to struggle with his family, and there weren't a lot of other opportunities for you to get as much free champagne as you could stomach. But as you nervously fixed your dress again, twisting your jewelry to be presented perfectly, you knew this weekend was going to be different. Not just because you'd never spent the whole holidays with the Roys before, but because you might be a little less ignored now that you and Kendall were engaged.

As if he could hear your anxious inner monologue, Kendall threaded his fingers through yours, adjusting your engagement ring with a warm grin on his face, before speaking low,

"It's gonna be great babe, everyone's excited for us to get married. You don't need to be nervous." You nodded with a small smile, your nerves getting the better of your brain as you struggled to come out with any kind of reply. Your eyes widened as you pulled up at the enormous country house you would call home for the weekend, rows of Range Rovers already neatly arranged outside the immaculate manor.

"I love you." Kendall gave your hand a quick squeeze, bringing it up to his lips for a soft kiss, breaking you out of your entranced stare.

"I love you too Kendall." You smiled, knowing no matter how difficult the weekend was, you'd always have him loyally watching your back. Your car door was opened for you as you pulled up, stepping out to see the Roy sibling already gathering in the courtyard as a tray of glasses was handed around. You never ceased to be impressed by Kendall's commitment to his recovery as he shook his head at the waiter who quickly fetched him a tonic water instead.

"Ken! Glad you made it, we were just wondering if you two had stopped off in Vegas on the way over for a quickie ceremony!" Connor beamed, pulling you both into his arms for an easy hug, usually the most affectionate of Kendall's siblings.

"Thanks bro, but I can just about cope with a few more months of not being married to (Y/N)." Kendall replied, keeping a protective arm around your waist as Roman and Shiv gave you what felt like more than their usual once-over.

"Seriously though, congratulations man, I'm still trying to get a ring on this one's finger." Connor joked towards an uncomfortable Willa, who pretended to be interested enough in the hefty diamond on your finger to avoid responding to Connor's hint.

"Yeah congrats Ken, soon you'll have enough wives at these events to somehow take board control." Shiv laughed snidely, not bothering to give you so much as a smile. Before you could ask Kendall what she meant by that, your question was answered by the excited call of two children,

"Dad!" Sophie and Iverson shouted, running out of their still parking car to hug Kendall warmly,

"Hey guys, I missed you so much!" Kendall's face lit up as he knelt down to wrap his arms around them, pulling them tightly into his chest.

"Hi Kendall. Hi (Y/N)." Rava called from behind the excited group hug, a sincere smile spreading across her face at the happy reunion in front of her. Despite the slightly awkward shared territory of dating Kendall, Rava had always been kind to you, knowing how hard it was to be an outsider in the Roy family and seeing how genuinely you cared about Kendall and as part of that, their children. You gave her a happy wave in reply as Soph immediately moved in for a hug from you, Iverson trailing behind more timidly, still warming up to you as a more permanent person in his life. Sophie immediately moved into an excitable line of questioning about when you were going to get married to her dad, and if she could be a flower girl, and if she could have a flowery dress, things you were more than happy to agree to entirely. As you spoke to his kids, Kendall moved to Rava, giving her a polite hug,

"Listen, I hope it's not weird that (Y/n)'s here too. You're both my family now, and I don't want to let anything keep us apart on the holidays, but I'm sorry if I should have told you sooner or whatever, you know?" Rava shook her head, pleasantly surprised that he had even thought about how she might feel.

"Don't worry about it, it'll be nice to have her as back-up against the rest of your family. And seriously Ken, congratulations on the engagement. I actually really like her for you, I don't think I've seen you like this in a long time." She let the comment hang in the air, the bittersweet reminder that they had once been happy, but sincere in her support for this new, healthier chapter of his life.

"Thanks Rava." He replied warmly, knowing he would do whatever it took to ensure this marriage had a different outcome to theirs.

***

The holiday plans kicked off once everyone had arrived, gathering around an extensive hardwood dining table straining under the weight of dish after dish of catered food. You took your place next to Kendall, his hand lightly resting on yours under the table as the Roys talked all things news and business. After a while the conversation naturally turned tense as Shiv and Roman started to talk down each other's work, so Logan interrupted, sparing himself further prying interrogation about his retirement plans,

"But that's enough work talk, we have exciting family news to celebrate - Kendall and (Y/N) have you set a wedding date yet?"

Kendall was quick to smile at his dad's happy line of questioning, launching into his vision for an 'iconic' late summer wedding at one of the family's vineyards, to a chorus of scoffs from Roman. You smiled at Logan and tried to say as sincerely as your strained fear of the man would allow,

"I really am looking forward to being a part of your family." He stared you down with an expression you might expect to see across the table at a job interview, curious if not slightly underwhelmed at your response.

"That's nice dear, we'll get your agreement all drawn up with our family lawyers, and then you'll be a Roy." He said, tone a little condescending as he looked around the table again, ready for a new topic of conversation.

"You don't have to worry about that dad." Kendall said firmly, rarely this confident when addressing his father, especially with the rest of his family watching.

"Don't be silly son, they were good enough Shiv and Tom, they'll be good enough for you." Voice raised slightly, as if completely unwilling to entertain what Kendall's comment might have really meant. Before he could argue further, the house staff were bringing in desserts, Marsha's hosting seamlessly turning the conversation onto more banal topics. You felt Kendall's hand tighten around yours as he leaned closer to your ear,

"You're not signing a fucking prenup."

***

The rest of the dinner passed without intrusive comment, before you were all ushered into the grand reception room for drinks. You noticed Iverson's eyes blinking more and more slowly as he tried to follow the grown-up conversation, and when Sophie let out a small yawn you offered to get them settled upstairs while Rava and Ken were getting the legal side of their separation quizzed by Gerri. As you led the kids away, one small hand in each of yours, you could almost feel the warmth of Kendall's gaze as it followed you upstairs. In small moments like that, he could see his entire future unfold in front of him, a much brighter life than he had ever let himself hope to live. There was something about the romantic glow of decorative lights around the room that had him picturing waking up to you on every Christmas morning, or how you'd cheer as Sophie blew out her birthday candles year after year. The way you'd hold a nervous Iverson's hand tightly in yours to take him trick or treating, how every 31st December Kendall would get to end the year with a kiss from you. He had never been the sort of person to take the future for granted, but with you he knew he'd found the stable home he'd always wanted, and he couldn't love you more for that if he tried.

You snuck quietly back along the hall to the stairs before too long, not minding the excuse to get out of the watchful gaze of Logan Roy for a moment. Honestly you hadn't really considered that you would have to sign a prenup to marry Kendall; It's not the kind of thing you thought about when you came from a working-class family with nothing to protect, but you also didn't really care about Kendall's money and understood that it would be important to his family, so of course you'd be happy to sign it. After all, you were entering into this marriage knowing that you'd support Kendall all your life, and that he'd do the exact same thing for you, so it was never going to be used anyway. You just felt slightly affronted at the tone Logan had used to say so, like he thought you were just waiting to rip him off, the last year of your life this just one long con. You took a deep breath, accepting that that said a lot more about Logan Roy's character than it did about yours, and were about to descend back down to the party when you heard your name getting thrown around by the Roy siblings.

"What was that about at dinner Ken? Are you getting your own lawyers to write your prenup so you can somehow give (Y/N) custody of your kids in the divorce?" Shiv laughed, a cruel undertone to the joke that made your heart ache for Kendall, given how hard he had tried to reconnect with his kids in the last couple of years.

"She's just not signing a fucking prenup okay?" Kendall spat back, exasperated that his family thought what he did with his heart and his money was any of their business.

"Isn't (Y/N) like broke though? Like her family has no money, so she to be fair might want to steal all yours after she has to put up with you for a few more years. Or months at least." Roman countered, a smug smile spreading across his face as he watched his brother get more defensive.

"Listen, not that this is any of your business, but if I've fucked up enough for (Y/N) to leave me, then she deserves to take everything I have and leave me fucking penniless. Because she's good, and she's kind, and honestly she's it for me, so I'd be fucking finished anyway." Kendall said sternly, turning on his heels and heading down the corridor away from his wide-eyed siblings, exchanging laughing looks. It was impossible to be discrete, so you just gave Shiv and Roman an awkward wave as you quickly descended the staircase, following Kendall's path.

You shuffled down the corridor in a half-jog to catch up with your storming fiance, mind racing with his kind words, a heat rising in your cheeks at how passionately he had defended you. You knew Kendall wanted to marry you, to spend his life with you, but hearing him cut down his siblings for insinuating you were marrying him for the wrong reasons was not something you had expected to find so incredibly hot. You managed to grab his hand before he got too far, breaking his angry train of thought with your gentle touch.

"Oh hey, sorry, I wasn't trying to run away from you, I just wanted to get a second away from my fucking family.." You glanced behind you to ensure the long corridor was empty before your lips crashed against Kendall's, pushing him back against the door behind him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you felt him smile into your kiss, his own hand blindly reaching for the door handle behind him. As he found it, he looped his free arm around your waist, pulling you into him as he stepped backwards into an elaborate bathroom the size of a small apartment. He quickly locked the door as you pushed off his jacket, insatiable desire to feel him close growing inside of you. He broke the kiss quickly with a bright smile, pulling off his shirt in one fluid motion, before his hands found your hips, lifting you to sit on the counter behind you,

"Did you miss me or something?" He laughed as your fingertips trailed down his chest, hooking into his belt loops to pull him between your thighs.

"You're it for me too Kendall." You purred in his ear, kissing feverishly along his throat as his expression faltered for a second, realising you had heard his confession to his siblings. He trailed his fingers through your hair, bringing your face in front of his, as he stared deeply into your eyes, wonderstruck at just how deeply in love with you he was. A bright smile spread across his cheeks as he repeated, eyes trailing over your body as he spoke,

"You're it for me." His lips returned hungrily to yours, his hands skimming up the inside of your thighs to feel the damp spot already forming in your underwear. He let out a soft groan feeling the impact of his desire for you, somehow even more excited for your marriage than he was before. His fingers brushed over your centre purposefully, knowing you'd have someone looking for the two of you before long. You moaned softly, biting down on his bare shoulder to try and contain your noises as he handled you with care, strumming over your clit in perfect rhythm, while you worked to undo his belt, freeing him from the straining material. His expert touch sent shivers up your spine, desperately fighting the volume of your panting breath as he increased his pace, gliding his fingers between your walls, quietly moaning at how wet you felt. You took his hard dick in your hand sloppily while he continued his skilled touch over your most sensitive spot, until he started to feel you shaking against his chest, so close to reaching your climax for him.

"Fuck me Kendall." You tried to moan out quietly, only to hear it echo through the cavernous bathroom as he quickly withdrew his wet fingers, sliding down your underwear before bringing the slick pad of one back to your clit. The pace of his circling touch was unrelenting as pushed into you, bucking his hips in bliss at the feeling of your wet walls circling him completely. His lips founds yours again as he thrust his hips frantically into you, your kiss struggling to stifle the noises you were both making. With every strum of his finger and lift of his hips you rocked your centre to feel more of his sweet friction, thighs trembling around him as the pressure inside you built. Against your kiss Kendall let out a quiet moan, bringing his free hand to grab your ass,

"You can have all my money, and everything else, I just want to marry you." He punctuated each phrase with a sharp tug of your hips, somehow pushing even deeper inside of you, sending you over the edge of your orgasm, sensations flowing through you, lifting you higher and higher as his finger kept its even pace at your entrance.

"I love you Kendall." Was all you could respond in your blissful haze as he released himself inside of you, hips twitching as he felt your warmth clench around him. You stayed intertwined for a moment, sharing sweet kisses and smiling at nothing as you came down from your highs. After a moment of quiet joy you reluctantly spoke,

"We should probably get back to your family at some point." Kendall let out a dramatic sigh before his lips found your neck,

"Fuck my family. Are you sure I can't convince you to just spend the whole holiday hiding in this bathroom with me?"

"Well if anyone could convince me, it's you." You teased, pulling his lips back to yours, feeling slightly more positive about the rest of the weekend.

[mercy-burning]

Fake Fiancée

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer is left waiting at a bar when he gets in some trouble, and meets a woman who offers to help him out in more ways than one.

Category: SMUT (18+)

Warnings: Language, virgin!Spencer, car sex/exhibitionism, handjob, brief mention of edging, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, degradation kink, minor voyeurism kink, dirty talk (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

Word Count: 7k

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NOTE: Hi, there!! Most of you have been extremely excited about this one since I shared the idea for it a few weeks ago, and so I’m glad to finally get to release it for you!! There’s a playlist here for you to check out if you’d like some ~vibes~ and over on @mercy-midnight I shared a few visual inspirations last night, so check them out if you want! Thank you for all your enthusiasm over this fic, I hope it lives up to your expectations!! 🥰

***

I've always loved the rain.

And it was definitely going to rain soon. How soon, I wasn't entirely sure, but as I made my way into the bar, taking one final breath of fresh air before it would inevitably be taken over by alcohol, greasy food, and way too much cologne, I could smell it. Cool and fresh, waiting to serve as some type of fresh start, to wash away all the hard shit and give me a clean slate.

The gaudy ring on my finger was one of those hard things I wished I could wash away. At least, it had been for a long time. Patrick never asked for it back after he left, and I'd had every intention of pawning it off, but I started noticing—after a few nights out where I'd tried to get hammered and nailed—that it scared everybody off.

I guess no one wanted to fuck a married woman—and a drunk married woman at that. Even if she technically wasn't even married anymore. Which I found all particularly odd considering my experience with men in the past has proved to provide me with extremely low standards.

It'd turned out to be a blessing in disguise, though. Sure, it might have taken me longer to completely get over Patrick and the mess he left me, but rather than losing myself in the lonely company of strangers, I forced myself to reflect and move on, to take each day in stride and take time for myself. Could I have just taken the ring off and gotten laid? Absolutely. But being on my own like that was the wakeup call I didn't know I'd needed.

And now, almost a year later, the ring sat tucked away in my jewelry box until I wanted it— usually when I knew I was going to the bar with every intention of getting hammered and not nailed. There were the occasional persistent players, but they were few and far in between, and if all else failed I resorted to smiling sweetly at them and lying, saying my "husband" was a cop. That shut them up pretty quickly, and by that point I was ready to leave anyway.

Like I said, blessing in disguise.

After a long day at work being called in on a Saturday, a few drinks at Waterson's sounded like a perfect way to end the night. I'd gone home, showered, ate dinner, and got dressed before taking a walk down the block and crossing the near-packed parking lot. The air was quite muggy despite it only being around forty degrees, which was the first indicator of rain. The second was the smell, of course, which I'd always been fond of, and the cobbled pavement had some type of haze around it that served as the final confirmation of my theory.

Honestly, I was hoping to get caught in the rain on my way home. I couldn't tell you why, exactly, just that the idea of walking home in the rain gave me the most excitement I'd felt in a long time. Life was great at the moment, of course, but between work and my less than ideal commute there on the train every day, I think I was due for a little excitement.

That excitement, naturally, started once I opened the door to the bar, taking a step inside and quickly being smacked in the face with the smell of fried everything. A small smile crossed my lips as I went in further, jumbled conversations, glasses clinking, and music humming softly behind the sharp snaps of pool balls being shot forward with the cue completing the picture.

I walked up to the bar to find Carla standing behind it, and I smiled at her. "I didn't know you were working Saturday," I called to her as I approached.

The brunette looked over at me and beamed, her teeth as perfect as ever. "Y/N, I didn't know you came in on Saturdays! How've you been?"

I took a seat at one of the barstools, nodding as I set my wallet and my phone down. "Alright... Work's a bitch, of course, but when is it not?"

"Yeah, I hear that. There's only so much relentless flirting I can take." We shared a good laugh at that before she nodded. "What can I get you?"

"A beer?"

"You got it."

I turned around then, surveying tonight's crowd. Waterson's was decently sized— definitely not as big or popular as the other bars in the city, but it got enough traction on the weekends, and even on Tuesdays when they had open mics. As my eyes wandered, they passed over all kinds of people. Women in tight clothes and men all over them, large groups of friends over by the pool tables who were betting and yelling with large smiles on their faces, old men by themselves in some of the tucked away corners... Anyone you could think of, name it and they were there.

One scene in particular caught my eye, though, and I thought about leaving it alone, but my gut twisted when I noticed how obviously uncomfortable the person was and how there was no one around who seemed to care enough to say or do anything.

Sitting alone at a rather large table was a guy who... no offense to him or anything, but he didn't look like he belonged here, not alone anyway. With a formal button-down short sleeve, meek stature, and a pair of glasses sitting atop his nose, he was an easy target for the two men that were towering over him as he sat, eyes averting them while they conversed. It could have been nothing, but occasionally the man in the glasses would flinch or look around nervously like he was waiting to be rescued.

Not that I wanted to rescue anyone or anything tonight. But he reminded me of someone being stood up, and from experience I knew how embarrassing that was, especially in a space crowded with other people who could obviously see what was happening to you. I hated Patrick for standing me up time and time again, and it wasn't until this waitress once intervened and offered some advice that I started to understand just how fucked up it was. That didn't make it hurt any less, of course, when he inevitably said he was moving across the country and dropped divorce papers on my desk at work, but still... The talk gave me some clarity.

Whether or not this man was actually being stood up or not, it was obvious that he was uncomfortable, and I figured he could use some help.

And I had just the plan.

I watched the scene until Carla came back with my beer, at which point I turned to her with a smile and got money from my wallet.

"Hey, could I get another?"

***

"No, you specifically told me 8pm..."

"I'm pretty sure I told you 9..."

I sighed, glancing around briefly at everyone and everything around me before speaking again, almost yelling into the speaker over all the noise. "Maybe you meant 9, but you told me 8, so I'm here. Alone!"

"Hey, look, I'm sorry, Kid, alright? But we're not gonna be there until 9, so... keep yourself busy until then? Let loose, have a couple drinks..."

I could hear the smirk in Derek's voice just as easily as I could picture it in my head as I sighed out a, "Fine," and hung up. The whole situation significantly raised my blood pressure, not to mention my anxiety— It wasn't hard to see that I stood out here. Bars were most definitely not my scene, and the only reason I'd agreed to go in the first place was so that I could try something new. Expand my horizons, as Penelope had told me right before I caved and agreed to accompany her and Derek on their little outing. I'd even drove my car here, a move I rarely made, as a start.

But now I was sitting alone at a booth, a glass of water in front of me and this twisting sensation in my gut that usually came to me when I didn't know what was going to happen.

I leaned back in my seat and sighed, staring down the glass of water as my cellphone tumbled around between my hands. All I had to do was wait here for an hour and remind myself over and over that eventually I'd be with people that I knew, people that I felt comfortable around. Only an hour.

One hour...

One hour, one hour, one hour... It was a chant in my head that went through different pitches and speeds until it was interrupted by a loud, "Hey, you!"

It could have been for anyone, but it was right next to me, and I knew when I wasn't wanted somewhere.

Sure enough, I turned my head to see a rather large man, a football player-type if I had to guess, wearing a grey tee shirt that hugged every muscle. There was a beer in his hands, and someone next to him, another man slightly shorter but still definitely athletic, held what looked to be a glass of hard liquor. By the looks on their faces, it was obvious that they were looking for a fight.

And it was also obvious that I was the easiest target in the whole bar.

One glance at the clock across the room and above their heads told me that I still had 54 minutes until my friends showed up, and that meat I'd either have to give these men whatever they wanted, tell them I was just about to leave, or attempt to pull the "I'm a Federal Agent" card, which I knew would probably get more laughs from them than a simple, "Sorry," and an exit.

I was about to run through every outcome of tonight's events in my head when the bigger guy spoke again, making me jump.

"Hey, m' talking to you!" He was drunk, most likely toeing the line between sobriety and a fist fight if I wasn't careful.

"I—Is there something you need?" I asked, hoping that if I could get this over with quickly, they'd leave me alone and maybe I could get out of here...

He mocked my voice in a way I'd heard more than once while growing up, and though I knew it was childish of him, saying more about him than me, the action got to me more than I cared to admit. Call it intuition, but when a nearly-drunk guy two times your size starts picking on you like a kid and you know he's just looking for a fight, the odds aren't very good when you're someone on the smaller side like me— Federal Agent or not. And he wasn't an unsub. He wasn't someone I could pick apart and just hand over to my team once I pushed back his defenses. If I picked this man apart, he'd likely throw a punch at my face.

Of course, I could get him arrested for assaulting a Federal Agent, but... Obviously I didn't want to get punched in the face.

As soon as his mumbled mockery of my words ended, he punctuated them with his own. "Yeah, I'm thinkin' I need you to find a new place to sulk. Go to the library or somethin'."

His friend laughed beside him like he'd just said the best comeback anyone's ever heard, and that alone almost made me laugh. Though, I knew that might have gotten me into more trouble.

Speaking of, I probably should have just got up to leave. That would have been the perfect time to say, "Okay," get up, and drive home. Sure, Penelope and Derek would have probably given me crap about chickening out, but I'd have avoided getting beat around or ridiculed further by these morons, so it was overall a win, right?

But my stupid mouth didn't agree with what my brain was thinking. "Oh, well, um... I'm waiting up for some friends, they should be here soon—"

"You have friends?" the other guy retorted before I could finish, and he looked proud of himself for it.

"Look, I don't care who you're waitin' on, pal, Right now you're alone, so I want y—"

I didn't see it coming. I couldn't have seen it from a mile away, never dreamed of anything like this happening in a million years. It was certainly not one of the possible outcomes to the night that I'd had in mind. And actually, even if I'd had any time to prepare for it, seeing the woman walk up to us with two beers in her hand and the biggest smile on her face, I still wouldn't have believed what was happening.

She blocked me from the men's line of sight, sitting herself promptly on my lap as she set the drinks down. "Hey, babe, I'm back with our drinks," she chirped, leaning forward and stopping just under my ear, whispering. "If you play along, I can get them to leave you alone..."

She didn't even give me any time to process, quickly pulling back, but not before kissing me firmly on the cheek, leaving my face in a warm flush as she turned back around to survey the men, who I'd quite frankly forgotten about once she pressed her soft lips to my skin and set her hands on my chest.

What the fu—

"Who're you talking with?"

Her voice was so... low and smooth, and it sent a flood of warmth throughout my whole body. If I could have bottled up her voice to drink, I would have. But instead, I settled for the beer she'd brought, grabbing it and chugging down four big gulps even though I hated it.

"You're with this... loser?" the bigger of the two men said, and truthfully it was the first time all night I'd well and truly felt inadequate in front of them. Sure, I knew I'd stood out, that physically I was weaker than them, but I also knew that deep down they were just drunks looking for a fight. I was better than that, regardless of whether or not they'd almost bullied me into leaving the bar.

I didn't have a problem with who I was, but when it came to women, I was pretty much a total wreck. I'd only ever kissed someone once, and much like back then, this woman was absolutely stunning and completely out of my league.

The man was right to be suspicious.

"Excuse me?" my savior retorted, standing up off my lap and removing herself from me completely. I exhaled, trying hard not to look like I was just as shocked as they were as she tore them a new one. "This loser happens to be my fiancée. And I'd watch what insults you're throwing around— You're the ones going around some bar picking on someone you don't know like you're middle schoolers. Now grow the fuck up and back off before I take your drinks and shove them so far up your asses you'll still be able to taste them."

Truthfully I was surprised when they didn't back down. The bigger guy scoffed, his eyes raking the woman up and down with a wicked glint in them. "Y'know, maybe if you ditched him and got fucked by a real man, you wouldn't be such a bitch."

And once again, I was stunned by her ability to quip back quicker than lightening. "Maybe if you weren't such a childish prick, you'd actually get fucked in the first place. Now back. The fuck. Off..."

While I should have been more grateful that her words got them to scoff and turn away, a small, absolutely random part of me wanted to hear her yell at them some more. The longer she did it, the warmer my body got, and the second I started to put together why that was, I chugged more of the beer that was currently resting in my shaky hand.

It was even worse when she turned around to face me again, her radiance and beauty intimidating me in an entirely different way than those men. She wore a simple black dress that complimented her figure extremely well, minimal makeup and jewelry, and her hair was pinned back, showing off her neck and collarbone.

If she hadn't just helped me out, with the way she was looking at me I probably would have wondered if she was... trying to pick me up.

The thought made me all warm again.

"Y—You didn't have to do—"

She stepped forward and sat on my lap again, and I swallowed hard, the beer almost slipping from my hand entirely. "Don't worry about it. You looked uncomfortable, and those boys were absolute meatheads. But they are still here, so we should probably keep up the act, huh?"

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. Either way, I set the beer on the table, though my hand still kept it firmly in my grip as I looked down at the ring on her finger. "I—I wouldn't want to get you in trouble... with your husband..."

"Oh! Uh, funny story," she laughed, leaning in and running her hands over my shoulders, most likely to keep up the façade. "I'm not actually married. Or engaged. I um... I wear this to deter people from trying to take me home."

I actually laughed a little, though my stomach still flipped at her touch and her proximity. "And that... actually works?"

She laughed with me, bringing her hands up to cradle my face as she tilted her head and looked me over. Her pretty, pillow-y soft lips quirked into a smile before her eyes flitted up to mine. She looked like she was entranced, like she was in a dream, and honestly I felt the same way. Because there was no way in actual Hell this was a real thing that was happening to me, right?

"Not always," she answered in a whisper, her face inching closer to mine. She smelled a little like beer, but mostly some type of fruit, probably pear. I didn't eat pears, but maybe I should start...

A gentle tug at the roots of my hair pulled me out of my thoughts, a soft sigh escaping me at the sensation. The woman laughed, brushing her nose against mine for a moment before pulling away and grabbing her beer. "So, since we're engaged, I feel like I should know a little about you. At the very least, your name?"

"O—oh," I laughed nervously, swallowing as she sipped her beer. And I tried not to let it get to me, but the way her lips wrapped gently around the bottle had my mind going a mile a minute, laser focusing on one image in particular of those perfect lips wrapped around something else. I wondered if she could hear the longing in my voice when I whispered my name. "Spencer."

With the beer still in her hand, she lowered it and rested it on my knee as she smiled. "Mmm, and what's my last name going to be?"

The thought of actually marrying this woman infiltrated my thoughts as I answered, louder this time, "Reid."

See hummed again, using the hand that was currently massaging the back of my scalp to gently tug at my hair again. "Y/N Reid... I like the sound of that."

I do, too, is what I thought, and I almost said it, but she started talking again.

"So, Spencer, what do you do?"

I would have gone into my entire spiel, but she was so pretty, and so close, I didn't want to scare her off. So, I simply stated, "I work for the FBI..."

Her eyebrows raised, and I felt her hand slide down my neck and settle on my shoulder. "Really?"

"Y—Yeah, I'm a profiler. We aid law enforcement in catching serial killers."

"So, Agent Reid, huh? That's hot..."

I should have just left it alone, because it was common knowledge that if a woman has any reason to call you hot, you just let it happen, right?

Well, like I said, when it came to women I was a complete wreck.

"A—Actually it's Doctor... I, um... I have 3 PhDs."

As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them, but the hunger in her eyes deepened and her free hand roamed my shoulder and the front of my chest as she scooted even closer, her mouth coming up right under my jaw. "Mmm, even hotter..."

This time I didn't hold back, my voice audibly whimpering as I sighed out a simple, "Oh..."

Y/N pressed a featherlight kiss to my neck before dragging her lips to my ear again. And I'd been so hyperaware of her proximity to my face that I hadn't even noticed she'd set her beer down and took that hand to rest firmly at my hip, her palm pressing into my lower stomach. I only felt it when that hand moved over, the tips of her fingers hovering just above the buckle of my belt.

"Tell me something, Doctor," she whispered just under my earlobe. I was nothing short of putty in her hands as my brain tried to focus on what she was saying over the more prominent desire to focus on the way she pressed her whole body into mine. She was everywhere, taking up every ounce of air that found its way into my lungs, and I'd never breathed in anything sweeter. "Are you saving yourself for marriage?"

I found the question odd at first, but remembering the circumstances of our fake situation, my body suddenly flared to life at her implications. "N—No..."

Her hips shifted against my lap, and I swear I could have fainted on the spot as she hummed in my ear, "Good."

***

I certainly didn't expect for the night to end the way it did.

I mean, I knew I was going to be wet when I got home, but damn. We hadn't even made it out of the bar before my panties were soaked through at the thought of fucking my fake fiancée. Who worked for the FBI and called himself Doctor...

Not to mention he was fucking dreamy as hell with those honey doe-eyes and pouty lips... And his hands? I had taken one look at the one tightly holding his beer bottle for dear life and instantly went white-hot with desire, visions of them disappearing inside of me swimming in my head.

And then he had to fucking whimper when I called him hot.

Yeah, I definitely didn't expect the night to go how it did, but I wasn't mad about it in the slightest.

After explaining to him that I'd walked, and that my house was only a few blocks away, we decided to just hop in his car. Though, by the time we got there, I think we were both so eager to "get to know each other a little better," as I'd said before we actually left, that we didn't even make it out of the parking space.

Spencer fumbled around with his keys for so long, and he kept dropping them, so I just said fuck it and kissed him when he came up the third time. The sound of his keys hitting the ground for a fourth time excited me almost as much as his the way his hands trembled as they rested on my forearms.

"Pull the seat back?" I mumbled against his mouth, sliding my hands down the sides of his face and over his shoulders.

He let out a strained, "Uh huh," and fumbled around with that too, his urgency and nerves all rolled into one adorable spectacle that had the pit of my stomach in desirable knots. The seat sprung backwards, and I laughed lowly as I climbed over the center console and right into his lap, my dress riding up incredibly high.

The way Spencer looked up at me then, his eyes just as pouty as his lips as they practically sparkled with adoration and need, gave me this feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time— something that filled my bloodstream with fire and made me feel... wanted.

And that's not to say I hadn't slept with people since my divorce, but every time it happened there was hardly any connection besides the obvious need to get off. Here, with Spencer, it was different. And realistically I knew it was most likely the fact that a beautiful woman came to his rescue and pretended to be engaged to him just to get some morons off his back, but... In his eyes I saw this vulnerability that I'd never gotten with another partner. He was open and willing to take advantage of our situation to the fullest extent, sure, but within that was a pure longing to be close to someone after going so long without that connection.

I knew that look so well because it was exactly how I felt. We wanted to have sex with each other, that much was obvious, but less so was the fact that we could feel each others' loneliness. It was a shared bond that ran deeper than sexual desire, and in his eyes in that moment, I knew he could see it in me.

"D—Do you know... what it's like to feel alone, even... when you know you really aren't?" he asked as though he was reading my mind. His voice was soft, so curious and hinted with a little sadness that it made me want to hold him tight and rock him to sleep more than anything.

Still, I nodded. "Mhm... After my husband left I haven't... really been the same. I act like it's okay, and I... I really am better now that he's gone, but I just... I've spent most of my life with him, and now it's like I don't know what's out there beyond... loneliness."

It wasn't the most sexy conversation in the world, but Spencer reached out, his hands less shaky, and ghosted them over my bare arms. He looked up at me with those pretty eyes and let out a relieved breath before he spoke. "I kinda know what you mean... Not to that extent, but... I get it."

Seeing that he was more comfortable with me, I leaned in closer, bringing my fingers to brush the underside of his jaw. "And that's why you make the perfect fiancée."

I felt the laugh leave his lips before I kissed him, soft and steady, and reassured that I was in this for as long as he wanted me to be. Obviously we weren't actually engaged, but the connection that came with a real engagement felt pretty damn close to what we had going on.

And he conveyed that in the way he kissed me back, stronger than he'd been before and most certainly more skilled than he'd let on. His tongue expertly caressed mine with just the right amount of pressure and precision, and it made it easy for me to fall into him. Over time we grew more hungry, but for the most part our dance of mouth and tongue was so slow and intense, it felt like we really had known each other forever.

Eventually though, I did feel him grow harder underneath me, and the feeling kickstarted this more primal urge that caused me to groan into his mouth and rock my hips forward. Spencer's hands rested firmly at my lower back the whole time, though when I moved, I could feel him tense a little, like now that it was actually starting to happen, he was suddenly nervous again. So I brought my hands around my back to grab his wrists, gently sliding them down over my ass as I pressed myself into him and nipped at his bottom lip.

"Mmm, your hands are so big," I purred as I kissed my way over his jaw. "They feel so good all over me..." He relaxed a bit at my reassurance, but I wanted to give him more. So I helped him slide his hands underneath my dress, feeling him shiver under me when I assisted him in squeezing them into my skin. "You can touch me however you like," I whispered into his ear. "I'm all yours, Doctor..."

He squeezed my ass then, of his own accord, and I hummed happily before kissing my way back to his mouth, running my hands through his hair.. "Just like that, baby, whatever you want..." He swallowed my words with his tongue, taking a deep breath and inhaling me like I was his only source of air. Respectfully, I gave it all to him, happy to be of service as long as he wanted me— and in that moment, I hoped it would be forever.

Maybe that was cheesy. But he was an excellent kisser... And I was sure there'd be something equally as excellent waiting for me once I got the clearance to get my hands down to his belt.

Thankfully, that clearance came pretty soon. I would have waited as long as he wanted to, but with the way his hips jolted upwards and the needy whine that erupted from his throat at the contact it provided, I knew now was the time.

So I smiled over his lips and then kissed his jaw again, one of my hands staying threaded in his hair while the other snaked down his chest and lower, undoing each button on his shirt as I went down... "Forgive me if I'm feeding into the stereotype by asking you this, Spencer," I said, leaving small bites on his neck in between words. "But have you ever done this before?"

His hands continued kneading my ass as he let out a shaky breath. "N—No. But I've um... I've p—practiced..."

"Hmm, how so?" I wondered, sucking a big hickey into his neck. Meanwhile my hand traced along the waistband of his pants, not quite dipping underneath but teasing the skin just above the material.

"U—Um, well... I regularly t—try to edge... myself, just... I—I want to last longer, and... And I thought it would help..."

God, the images of this man lounging in bed, training himself to last longer in the event that he had sex with someone? I groaned into his neck, taking the initiative to move my hand lower and gently palm him through his pants. "Fuck, that's so hot..."

"Re—really?"

"Mhmm... You really wanna make a girl feel good, huh?"

"Of course..."

"So eager to please?" I cooed, starting to undo his belt. He gripped my ass tighter like he was holding on for dear life, like he'd some how fall out of the car if he didn't hold on to me tight enough. The way his fingers dug into my skin brought me almost the same amount of joy as the sound he made when I finally snuck my hand down the front of his pants and pulled his dick out, gently stroking it and getting a feel for him. "Obedient?"

"Y—Yes, Y/N, please, oh God..." he jumbled out, his hips bucking into my hand. I sighed into his neck, kissing him again as my hand slowly jerked him off.

"Is this how slow you go?" I asked, making sure to memorize how every ridge of him caressed my hand. "Hmm, you wanna draw it out? Feel every ounce of pleasure as you possibly can before you come?"

He didn't answer so much as he let out a loud, whiny breath that sounded very much like a broken, "A-hh."

"I'm clean... On birth control, too... So what do you say we trade this hand in for something a little more... wet..."

Spencer grabbed my underwear then, pulling at the fabric and bucking his hips again. Taking it as a good sign, I adjusted myself so that I could slide them to the side and hover above him. Meanwhile I pecked at his lips and he did the same, meeting me with urgency and anticipation.

And when the head of his dick finally came in contact with my pussy, he threw his head back and exhaled, exposing his neck and the front of his chest, which was lightly glossed over with sweat already. The only source of light in the car came from the neon bar lights and one single streetlight outside, which gave us this dark, aesthetic lighting that only made what we were doing even hotter.

I sank slowly onto him, letting out the longest sigh of my life until he bottomed out in me. "You doin' alright, Doctor?" I asked, pulling his shirt open some more to get a better view of his skin.

He sat his head up a bit and looked at me, breathlessness in his eyes. "F—Fantastic. You f—eel so good..."

I ground my hips in slow circles, nodding down at him with a wicked grin. "Feeling's mutual, babe... You stretch me out so good... It's like we're a perfect match."

The moment I started lifting myself only to sit back down, Spencer shut his eyes, his hands roaming my ass and my thighs as I rode him. It looked like he was concentrating on lasting, and I was going to tell him not to worry about it, but then he opened his eyes and started to speak.

"Will, um... Will you be m—mean to me? Please?"

I halted my movements for a moment, taking in what he just said, but then it came to me immediately. And my discovery turned me on way more than I would have liked to admit.

So I grinned and circled my hips again, leaning forward to practically crawl up the front of his body. My hands tangled in his hair as I studied his face, which was ridden with worry and maybe regret at what he'd just confessed. But I kept circling my hips all the same, clenching myself around him as I spoke against his lips.

"Ohhh, did hearing me insult those guys in the bar turn you on?" I drawled, gently pecking his lips.

"Uh huh," he breathed in response.

I smiled, rocking my hips a little faster and feeling him start to relax again— The worries he had about his desires faded into nothing as I gave into them, feeding them with an open palm and embracing them with great pleasure. "I bet you just couldn't wait for me to take you outside and fuck you after that, huh? For me to treat you like a needy little slut..."

With every word and every quick rock of my hips, Spencer started to pick up his breathing. He leaned back completely and let me take care of him, gave me every green light, every go-ahead... I never got to be like this in bed before, and the fact that it came so naturally sparked this confidence within me that was hard to quell once it got going.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked him, picking up my pace and bouncing steadily back on his dick. "You were so desperate to get fucked, too, you couldn't even make it out of the parking lot before you gave into me... And now everyone in the bar could see us out here..."

He groaned out at that, his hands digging into the flesh of my thigh, which already burned from straddling him like this, but considering everything, a little burn never hurt anyone.

"Ohh, you like that too, huh? The thought of everyone seeing us?"

"Y—Yes... Y/N, yes... o—oh, fu..."

I took his face into my hands then, grabbing him by the chin and making him look at me. "And what about your friends, huh? What would they think if they showed up and saw their precious Doctor Reid getting fucked like the dirty little slut he is, huh?"

Even though his face was in my hands, he still managed to lean his head back with a loud groan. His hands were now sliding over to my waist, where my dress was bunched up. His nimble fingers slipped just under the fabric and explored the planes of my stomach as I continued riding him, and the feeling of it all coupled with the looks on his face and his reaction—verbal or otherwise—to my words grew the fire simmering in the pit of my stomach.

I wasn't sure how mean to him I could be anymore now, though, considering we were both so close to finishing, and the closer I got the more it became harder to focus on stringing together the perfect words.

Still, I tried the best I could, because it was his first time, and it's what he deserved.

I leaned in and kissed his neck and collarbone, simultaneously riding and grinding for extra stimulation. "You're doing so well, Doctor... Taking this pussy like a good little whore..."

Okay, so it wasn't entirely mean, but it was the best I could come up with on the spot.

Though, it seemed to have done the trick, because Spencer drove his hips up to meet mine, panting and whining out my name as his eyes fluttered open and he looked at me with the most desperate look. I almost fell apart right there.

"That's it, baby, take it," I cooed, leaning over and kissing him. One of his hands came out from under my dress to rub tight circles into my clit with an expert thumb, and it started to break me down immediately. "Ohhh, I'm almost there, honey, just like that... Show me what a good little slut you are, baby, c'mon... Just like... that... Ohhh..."

I kissed him hard as I shook and clenched around him, holding still as he drilled his hips upwards into me. His thumb kept up at my clit until I was whimpering into his mouth, and then he just held it there, a few grunts of his own rumbling in his chest before he stilled and filled me with his warmth. I kissed him through it, gently swallowing all his whines and sighs as he gradually came down from his high.

Immediately after we both settled, with his dick still sheathed inside of me and my hands rubbing gently over the planes of his chest as we slowly and softly made out, the unmistakable sound of raindrops hitting glass covered us on all sides.

I pulled away from Spencer with a small smile, resting my head on his shoulder and looking off to the side, out the window at the sea of cars slowly getting covered up by a multitude of rain droplets. "I hope that was okay," I whispered against his skin, willing myself closer by draping an arm over his shoulder and using my hand to twirl some of his hair around my finger.

"That was more than okay," he responded contently. His chin rested on the top of my head and I snuggled closer into him. "Thank you, Y/N... For... For everything."

"It was my pleasure, Doctor."

We sat in comfortable near-silence for a while then, letting the rain tapping gently over the car be the steady sound that grounded us and washed away everything we had until there was a clean slate.

That was the one bad thing I found about the rain. I loved it, yes, for all its cleansing properties, and as I came into the bar tonight, I looked forward to them— to clearing my head with alcohol and a walk home in the rain.

But as I laid there, breathing in every ounce of Spencer Reid, I watched the rain roll down the windows and actually dreaded the moment it would stop.

"I wish it would rain forever," I sighed wistfully, playing with one of the buttons on Spencer's shirt.

He drew patterns into my leg all the same. "How come?"

"Because... I have to walk home. And the longer it rains, the longer I can stay here with you..."

He chuckled. "That's a nice sentiment, but you know I can drive you home, right?"

"Yeah, but... I really don't want this moment to end."

He was silent then, and for a while I thought maybe he was just going to leave it be. But then his soft voice broke through the rain and cut into me like a piece of glass. "You know you're gonna be okay, right?"

I broke away and looked up at him. "How do you mean?"

He sighed, thinking before continuing. "I mean... I'm guessing it's been rough since your husband left, and... being here with me has given you some companionship and comfort, but... Even after we part ways, you're going to be alright... It's still going to feel lonely, sure, but if there's anything I know for sure after tonight, it's that you're going to get through it just fine."

My heart swelled, though it still broke all the same. "How do you know?"

Spencer smiled, bringing a hand up to gently brush the side of my face. "Because you're my fiancée and I know you better than anyone."

As I laughed at the joke, he looked back at me with sparkles in his eyes. And then minutes later, I was haphazardly cleaning myself up in his passenger seat with a wet-nap that I'd kept tucked away in my wallet while he fumbled around for his keys.

Even as I stood on my porch that night, under the rain as I watched him drive away with the lingering buzz of our final goodbye kiss on my lips, I wondered if I'd ever see him again.

And I wondered if he would ever notice or do anything about the sparkly diamond ring I left behind, sitting beside him in my place— a reminder of our time together, the comfort he provided me with, and the clean slate that always inevitably came with the rain.

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🦅Hawks HC’s🦅

This is SO unnecessarily long. Some NSFW. Minors do not interact.

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General

Has zero social life or hobbies outside of work. He knows it’s unhealthy, but like, who has the time?? Oh? Lots of people do?? Haha what are healthy work/home boundaries? He desperately wants to retire and always talks about a world without heroes, but the truth is he would have no idea what to do with himself if he got his way. Take him to a park at midnight and watch him turn into a giant repressed child on a swing. He’ll do a standing-360 and it will be terrifying.

Listens to music way too loud in his headphones to drown out wind noise. Probably half deaf at this point. His musical taste is wild; listening history all over the fucking place. Algorithms have no idea what to do with him.

That visor? It’s prescription. Wow is he far-sighted. He wears glasses. He’s not blind without them (rather the opposite) but they help him see things directly in front of him without massive eye strain. Yeah, he looks really hot in glasses.

Prefers communicating via text. Sometimes it’s a lot of dumb memes, but mostly it’s sincere. He can say what he means when he doesn’t have to put on a public front.

Smokes like a chimney. Self medicates with stimulants. Coffee, tobacco, sugar. Fidgety, likes things in his mouth or hands. Gnashes on toothpicks and popsicle sticks. He really should go back to therapy, huh? His teeth are sparkling white for the cameras but his breath could use some work. Chews gum a lot to compensate, and always does it really loudly with a big shit-eating grin.

Impatient as fuuuuuck. Rude about it. If you take too long doing anything, you’re going to hear a foot tapping. He’ll smile and laugh it off, never ever directly criticize you about it. But lord, the dramatic sighs. He WILL nudge you out of the way and take over in order to finish a task faster, and it’s truly fucking annoying.

LOVES food. Has the metabolism of an actual bird. Will seize upon any excuse to eat. No need to be self-conscious about eating in front of him; he wants you to enjoy it. Steals bites from you and talks with his mouth full. Prefers street food and take-out, usually eats while walking or flying. Sit-down restaurants are an invitation for gawkers.

He’s one of those celebrities that looks way taller on TV. In real life, he’s small and compact. So you’re surprised the first time you see him in person. He has a big head. Literally.

If you’re taller or bigger than him, he does Not Care. He treats everyone like they’re four feet tall, even Endeavor. Everything you do is cute. If you’re actually short, he’s going to carry you around all the time, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Collects big chunky overpriced watches. All the better to tell you you’re late.

Half his clothes are brand fucking new. Sometimes he forgets to take off the tags. (Don’t look at the prices, do NOT) He never seems to wear the same thing twice. He also never seems to go shopping. Brands just give him stuff, and he shrugs and goes “yeah okay.”

The other half of his clothes are old, faded, and patched up. Every item he acquires for himself has deep sentimental value. If you tell him to throw away that nasty ten-year-old pair of frayed cargo pants, be prepared to find out how wrong and evil you are for even suggesting it.

He doesn’t snore; he coos. Loudly. Like a fucking pigeon trapped in a megaphone.

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Dating

Gift-giving is his love language. Bringing your favorite snacks. Leaving novelty magnets on your fridge. He found a copy of that book/game/movie you mentioned like a month ago, don’t you remember? If he has to go out of town on a job, he’ll bring back the ugliest possible souvenir, just to annoy you.

He likes gifting jewelry especially. Covering you in shiny baubles, little golden things. Not expensive, but unusual. Antiques or handmade, even bizarre vending machine crap. Gets really handsy if you wear or show off his gifts.

Since you’re the first person who has given him The Feels, if you are resistant to his advances (like, say, because he’s way too famous and you’re terrified he’s gonna break your heart) he’s going to go fucking nuts trying to woo you. Doesn’t have a single patient bone in his body but will wait as long as it takes for you to come around. He’ll act like he’s cool with just being friends at first, just hanging out, haha. Oh you’re busy today? That’s cool. Inside he’s shrieking like a tea kettle. Go ahead, make him wait.

Don’t bother giving him a key to your place. He’s coming in through the bedroom window or patio door. Just put out a damn welcome mat on your balcony... or a bird feeder.

A bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch you do your normal routine without interruption. He can see from miles away so if you’ve got your lights on at night, he’ll creep for a while before he comes in. It comforts him immensely, seeing a little slice of the world that isn’t constantly in need of saving.

Is super talkative and funny but a terrible communicator. Makes more jokes the worse he feels. Will almost never tell you what he needs. Most of the time, he doesn’t even know. You will learn to read between the lines and gradually notice his tiny unconscious cries for help. Back rubs make him emotional.

He shows up at your place at the weirdest times. All hours. You’re never ready. At first it was infuriating, because you wanted to look your best and have time to prepare, but you figure out pretty quickly that seeing you in your natural state is his favorite thing. He never gets to be around normal people, doing normal things. A boring, lazy afternoon is his idea of paradise.

He’ll pick through your things and ask a world of invasive questions. A medicine cabinet raider. He wants to know every fucking tiny thing about you, live vicariously through you.

He actually lives in a top floor penthouse. Because I mean, where else? Never spends any time there; mostly he seems to roost on the balcony. He has used the front door maybe once. He much prefers your place, and will only take you back to his after months of dating. It’ll take like, an entire emergency. You’ll end up in his bed by mistake.

Because when you finally come over, he’s embarrassed. Its sparse. White. Things in boxes. A new furniture smell. Like he’s not done moving in, though he’s lived there for years. He wants you to move in So Bad but doesn’t want to be pushy. If you don’t start leaving your stuff there, he’ll steal things from your apartment. Where the hell is your favorite t-shirt? Or that pillowcase you like? Dammit Keigo.

He’s a decent cook, a habit he made himself pick up because he thought it might make him feel more normal. It... didn’t. He never actually cooks until you give him an excuse. He’ll bring you breakfast in bed and watch you eat every bite with big hungry eyes.

He’s got a separate wardrobe for his hero costume and all his feathers. Yeah. His feathers. Because he can detach and control his feathers at will, when he’s alone at home he kind of just... shucks off his wings. The first time you see him do it, your eyes fall out of your head. He walks around in a tee shirt and boxers with these ugly little stumps covered in brownish, blood-red down. It actually looks kind of gnarly, like he got mauled by a bear.

He’s never dated until you. No one has ever been in his apartment until you. No one has called him Keigo until you. He has some bigass intimacy issues. Because. Y’know. The trauma. But god, he wants you in his life so bad, even if he has no idea how to make time for your relationship.

He’ll want to keep you to himself for a while. Once you go public he’s going to have an arm around your shoulders at all times. Publicly Displays his Affection way more than is socially acceptable in Japan, and gives precisely -100,000 fucks.

His fans either love you or hate you. There is no in between. He will immediately take your phone and threaten to drop it from a great height if he catches you reading shitty gossip about the two of you. Does NOT care about his public image anymore, doesn’t want YOU to care about it either. He’s gonna retire soon anyway, remember? That’s a lie.

Being a charming motherfucker is the core of his public persona, so you will get jealous. A lot. He will flirt shamelessly without realizing it. He will get photographed in compromising positions with gorgeous people.

Once you accept that he’s basically an actor 80% of the time and that Hawks and Keigo are separate identities, you’ll both feel better. When he comes home (to YOU) and falls over exhausted and stops being Hawks(tm), when he scratches his ass or burps in front of you, when he yells to you from the bathroom, when he groans childishly about his shitty day while laying face-down in your lap, you’ll know you have nothing to worry about. Keigo is all yours.

Boundaries? Never heard of ‘em. He’s either a million lightyears away or he’s glued to your hip. The whiplash is astounding.

Absolutely says “I love you” wayyyyyy to soon. It thrills you but scares you off at the same time, because there’s no way Hawks - The Hawks - can actually mean it, right? (He does)

Rings? Nah. When things get serious, he will make a necklace out of a feather for you, and if you ever take it off, you better be asleep or in the shower. Even then you’re on thin fuckin ice. If you’re not wearing it he knows. He’s never mean about making you put it back on, it just makes him nervous if he can’t feel your heartbeat.

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SPICY CHICKEN NUGGETS

High sex drive. Horny like 25/7. Probably a symptom of having way too much pent up stress.

Often takes care of it himself when he doesn’t have the emotional resources for anyone else, even his S.O. Figures you don’t want him coming on to you as often as he would like to, but he’s too stupid to talk to you about it first. Morning masturbator.

Yes he’s fucked around a lot but he’s not exactly a playboy either. People have always thrown themselves at him, and before he met you he let them do it. Especially when out of town and staying in a hotel. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, etc.

He’d never be unfaithful to you though; his loyalty and dedication are frankly a little unsettling. Sometimes you feel like the only thing in his life other than hero work. Teach this man to knit. Make him join a book club. Christ. Anything.

Does in fact have seasonal mating patterns and it’s super embarrassing.

An underwear-sniffing perv. He’ll definitely hump your pillow.

Gets a sick thrill out of breaking in and startling you. Coming up behind you in the dark, sneaking into your bed. It’s probably his worst habit, and even he hates that he does it. If you get better at detecting him he’ll be so proud. Land a slap on him and he’ll be a horny mess.

Dog-whistles at you. Often from rooftops, and you have no idea where he is but you know he’s leering.

He will call you a lot of really stupid pet names. He likes the way you blush when he finds a newer, stupider one. Calls you angel when he’s really far gone.

Likes to scratch you with his stubble until your skin turns raw and sensitive. If it annoys you or hurts a little? Even better. Making you squirm is his new favorite thing. Especially when going down on you. Your inner thighs are always exfoliated.

His cock is average in every respect. This is not a bad thing. He knows how to please you with every totally normal inch of that cock. He has some kind of homing beacon installed on your sensitive spots.

Goes absolutely insane for blowjobs. Any time, any place.

Likes to bend you around in all kinds of positions with an assist from his feathers to hold up an ankle here, an arm there. Get used to floating mid-coitus. It just seems to happen.

Spanky.

His number one priority is making you feel adored and at home in his bed. Ohhhhh he likes to make you smile. But if you encourage him to get pushy and dominant with you, you will have a good, good time.

He’s switchy, and will lose his shit if you initiate or take control. Again, he’s always horny for you, because he can finally let go. Breathe in his direction and he’s hard.

Doesn’t moan much, but Babe, he’s a dirty talker. He’s not smooth or deliberate about it, it’s more like he can’t fucking believe you let him do whatever he wants to you. You like that huh? Like he’s in stages of shock. He’s singing your praises to high Heaven and muttering oh shit oh shit oh shittttttt and laugh-crying as he cums. He never talks about his feelings; he fucks about them.

After. Care. King. He loves pampering and clucking over you anyway, this is simply another excuse to do it. He knows exactly how much water you drink in a day. Can’t take care of himself for shit, but you? You’ll never have a need he won’t try to fill. What’s all that hero work for if not this? Yeah, soak it up. You deserve it.

[cryptidinspace]

Dangerous Waters, Ch 2

Warning for actual vore in this chapter! As well as mentions of death and digestion, though none of either actually happen

Also, I might have called them high school students in the previous chapter? That’s my bad, these are actually meant to be university aged kids

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United Oceans University. It looked like something out of a movie, vast and carved out of stone. Bright coral decorated every nook and cranny. Colored Seaweed was twisted into ropes and banners that swayed in the current.

The hallways were lit with glow fish swimming in lazy circles. Massive stained glass windows depicted various scenes, probably historical, with glistening eyes that seemed to follow the students.

“Looks more like a cathedral than a school. Like Saint Ruby’s back home.” Lacey was swimming just ahead of Irridesse, running her fingertips along the textured glass. “I bet the rooms are massive! And the food is gonna be amazing-“

They really were excited about this, huh? Irridesse followed just behind, fins bristled, watching the crowded corridor they swam through. On the way over, her plan had been solidified; she would find the biggest sea monster in this school, and put the fear of herself in them. They’d likely laugh her off at first, or even try taking a bite out of her…but she’d soon show them how unafraid she was.

“Found it!” At Lacey’s beckoning tail, she swam over. It was the door to her room, with two other names beside hers posted on the door. “It’s too bad we don’t get to share, huh?” Lacey gave her a playful pout, before looking at their own schedule. “Gotta go find my own r-“

“Yeah sure, but-“ Irridesse grabbed their shoulder, cutting them off. “Remember what I said. Tell me if you end up rooming with any sea monsters.”

Lacey’s eyebrows knitted together. “They wouldn’t do that, right? Put Mers and sea monsters together? Even a siren would be better…um, not that I’m afraid of sea monsters-“ They glanced nervously at Irridesse’s annoyed expression. “Uh, you know what, it’s fine.” They gave her a sunny smile, before darting away. “I’ll let you know!”

Once they were gone, Irridesse straightened their back and gave the names another once over. Magna Esprit and…Atlantic Mura.

Her face twisted into a scowl. Lovely. The most obnoxious little manchild she had ever met. Hopefully, he’d manage to stay out of the way. If she could just ignore him, her plan could go off without a hitch.

So she shoved the door open, creating a cloud of bubbles as she darted into the room. Three different beds, one considerably larger than the other, with kelp rugs placed on the floor, and stony desks. And not a person in sight.

Irridesse took her pack, dumping it on the bed, scanning the room. Why was one bed bigger? Were they a sea monster? The other normal sized bed was a bit of a mess, with the blankets thrown everywhere, and a very expensive suitcase half open on the floor.

That must be Atlantic’s. She swam over slowly, eyeing the flowing shirts and shimmering jewelry. But a heartbeat later, a hand wrapped around her tail, yanking her violently to the floor.

“SONOVA-“ A hand slapped over her mouth, as she was tugged beneath the bed. Turning her head, she saw Atlantic’s eyes staring at her through the dark. He looked positively terrified, and she could feel his trembling through the water. “Atlantic, what the hell are you doing?” She hissed.

“There’s a…s-sea monster.” He whimpered in gasping breaths. “In our r-room. She tried-d to eat me!” His voice reached a panicked whimper, just as a door slammed open.

Irridesse peered from beneath the bed, feeling an unwanted sense of unease crawl up her spine. No fear. This is what she had waited for. Her nails dug into the packed sand floors. It’s time to take your chance. Show this beast that you are not to be trifled with! She glanced at her quivering companion. And Atlantic can watch, I guess.

Bright blue tentacles dragged across the ground, just inches away. She could hear a growling, rumbling noise nearby, and for some reason, her body wanted to flatten to the ground and stay in the shadows…But I’m not scared.

Ignoring Atlantic’s panicked scrambling, Irridesse flung herself into the open. She slammed straight into a taller woman, and felt squishy tendrils push her back a bit. Looking up, she looked into a masked face. She was odd looking, right off the bat…the mask covered her mouth, but her eyes were a piercing dark blue, and her skin a soft purple color. And looking down, she saw tentacles, the length of her entire body, bright and supple.

“Hey there!” The woman boomed, arms folded over her wide stomach. There was something slightly off about her voice, something Irridesse couldn’t place. Something other than the sheer depth and volume. “You must be Irridesse, hm?” Her eyes strayed to the bed that she had darted from under. “Is blondy hiding under there?” She could imagine a wicked grin on the sea monster’s face, as one tentacle snuck toward the shadows.

She’s actually going to eat him. Irridesse clenched her fists, fighting back to instinctual urge to run. “Hey!” She barked. “Sea Monster! Get your tentacles away from him.”

The limb retracted, and the woman looked back at her with curious eyes. “Hey now, no need to be so uptight…how abouts we get a little better acquainted?” Her arms unfurled, and Irridesse looked down at her stomach in shock. Her mouth was on her belly. It was massive, wider than Irridesse’s shoulders were, fully of pointed teeth, with a bright blue tongue that lolled out hungrily. She heard a low growling noise coming from the maw, and her tail lashed, pushing her backward. “Don’t act like that…geez, you little fishies are so unfriendly.”

“And you sea monsters are all the same!” Irridesse scowled, her tail fins puffing out into a storm of blue. She had never met another sea monster, of course, this ravenous stranger was the first. But she matched the descriptions that she had been given her whole life…hungry and insane. “Might as well give up now, I’m not going to be lunch. And I won’t let you devour Atlantic either!”

“Loosen up!” Her voice was both commanding and playful…did she see them as nothing but toys? Rage boiled in Irridesse’s chest, overcoming the fear churning in her stomach. She burst forward, crashing into the woman’s chest at full force.

She grunted and spun backward, tentacles flailing in the air. “Well now you’re just being eager!” She was teasing Irridesse now, and her blue eyes narrowed to slits. She scrambled for purchase on the woman’s smooth and slick skin, trying vaguely to do some kind of damage, then gasped as a tentacle wrapped around her waist.

“Just chill…” The woman purred. She looked amused. “Just gonna have a taste, don’t be such a stiff.” Irridesse thrashed furiously, letting out a hiss of anger at the sight of her belly-mouth opening. That bright blue tongue came out, pressing against her hips. It was a bit like a soggy, twitching cushion, tasting her slowly. Saliva clung to her, making her skin slick. It slid upward, to her stomach, onto her chest, until it enveloped her face. Irridesse let out a screech and bucked her tail up and down. Where the fuck was Atlantic?? Maybe he couldn’t exactly save her, but he could try to do something.

Coward.

The tongue pulled away from her face, and Irridesse gasped in air. “Unhand me…” She croaked, aiming a faltering punch at the woman’s ribs. “Now!”

“Later.” Later? There was no later, she was about to be digested and turned into fat on the woman’s belly! But just as she had been told about sea monsters, there was nothing that could be done. She was so much weaker than she had thought, and now, she couldn’t stop the tentacle pushing her toward the brightly-colored maw…instead, her eyes dropped to her final resting place. It was a massive mouth, bright cyan in color, each wall padded with squishy slippering flesh. Another loud grumble rang through the air, as the walls of the woman’s stomach pulsed with anticipation.

The tongue lifted and slid under Irridesse’s body, guiding her downward as her head passed the massive fangs…was the sea monster going to chew her up first? Or just let her sit here, slowly digesting until her mind was burned away?

At that thought, she let another strangled roar and attempted to pull away, even as the tentacles gathered to squish her further into the stomach lining. It squeezed around her, conforming to the shape of her head. And before she could fight any longer, the jaws shut behind her with a snap of finality.

Irridesse froze, breathing in short, ragged gasps. Her body was folded in on itself, tightly enclosed in this squishy, wet chamber. Strange fluids coated her arms and tail, and she shuddered. She could still see…the inside of this mouth-stomach was glowing softly, shedding blue-green light, over everything.

Another growl rang out, and the tongue lifted her body, pressing her against the roof of the woman’s mouth. Irridesse continued to thrash, her fists and tail thumping painfully against the stomach lining. The monster didn’t seem to be bothered, and she heard a chuckle from above, loud and unnaturally encompassing. She was tasting Irridesse, wasn’t she? Her tongue flipped the young woman around, sliding down her spine, coating her in more saliva. The water in here was growing thick with her juices, and beginning to taste faintly like lime.

A loud gurgling began all around her, as the walls began to knead her body roughly. Fuck…this is it. I failed, before I could even really try. This probably wasn’t even the biggest sea monster here.

Feeling the stony chill of defeat, Irridesse slowly went limp, settling into the soft tongue beneath her. It twitched reactively, twisting up to coat her face in another film of drool. Now that she was quiet, she could hear a lot more…the sound of the sea monster's heartbeat, for one. A steady, thundering pulse somewhere above her. And the soft whooshing of her gills filtering water. And she noted, this stomach really couldn’t fit another person. If nothing else, this meant Atlantic would be spared a bit longer…

A moment later, the world suddenly tilted. She must be moving again, swimming, as her belly swayed from side to side, rocking Irridesse gently. Another turn, and she felt as though she was now resting on top of something. The woman must be on her back now, with the weight of her full stomach pressing down on her.

“So.” Irridesse’s eyes widened at the sound of the sea monster’s voice. It was loud and clear, and all around her. She heard a strange noise from above, and suddenly the stomach constricted firmly around her. Her face was pushed further into the soft stomach lining, and she grunted faintly. “Now that we’re chilled out, you’re Irridesse, right? My new roommate? Not gonna lie, I haven't seen a Mer before today. Glad you’re so bite sized!” A loud chuckle made her belly tremble and shake. “And you fill me up so nicely…lucky, huh?”

Lucky?! For you, I guess. She squirmed around, covering her face with her tail fins. Not that the sea monster could see her anyway, but still. There was another squeeze and another gurgle, and the stomach walls pressed into her skin once again. She let out an angry groan. “Quit toying with me, okay!” She felt a growing pressure behind her eyes, and squeezed them shut. She would not cry about this. “If you’re gonna eat me, at least let me die in peace. So shut up!”

There was a long pause, as the woman shifted her weight. “Die…?” She sounded genuinely confused, then chuckled again, her insides bouncing Irridesse. “Fishie, you aren’t gonna die. Drama queen.” The walls squeezed around her again, and Irridesse realized that she was being prodded from outside by tentacles.

“But you…you’re going to digest me. Do you not know how your own organs work??” Her tone was scornful, mingled with confusion.

“Course I do.” The woman snorted slightly. “We’re sea monsters. We decide if we digest what we swallow.” There was a moment of silence. “Don’t Mers do that too?”

“Um…no.” Her fast breathing had begun to slow, and she very cautiously relaxed. “We don’t.”

“Weird…”

“What’s weird, is trapping a stranger in your stomach!” Her fins flared up, along with her temper. Now that she wasn’t in immediate danger, Irridesse’s indignation had returned tenfold. “Let me out of here, right now!”

“Not where I’m from.” The woman answered mildly. “That’s just watcha do, when you’re gonna be spending a whole year with someone. About as friendly a greeting as you can get.”

“Don’t care, let me out now.”

The woman let out a long sigh, carrying Irridesse up and down with the motion of her body. “Oh alright.” The cursed jaws finally eased open, and Irridesse shot out from between them.

She was covered in saliva, clinging to her skin and refusing to float away. Her face felt hot with anger, as she stared down the woman who had just eaten her up. “Never do that again.”

“Most Sea Monsters your size love it.” She said, twisting a loc of blue and purple hair around her finger. Her stomach mouth appeared to be smirking, as if it found this whole situation amusing. “But okay…unless I get hungry~” Irridesse shot her a glare, and she rolled her eyes. “You have my word.”

She got up from her bed, tentacles fanning out in a spiral, and held her much larger hand out. “I’ll introduce myself the boring way then. Magna Esprit, I major in communications.”

“Well, you’re bad at it,” Irridesse replied flatly. Though she took Magna’s hand, shaking it as briefly as possible. “Irridesse Azraq. Political science.”

“You and I are gonna be good friends.” Magna glanced back at the bed. “Now to get your friend out of hiding.”

“He’s really not my friend…” She protested, though followed Magna to the bed. Already, she could hear the boy’s panicked wheezing. An interesting start. A lot to think about. And even more potential