#he's meant to be sticking his tongue out xD what happened

[heronchildlove]

Hey! Can I request a fic where one of James and Matthew's friends walk in on them kissing/making out? I think it would simply be hilarious 😂 love your work ❤️

Hiii, I LOVED this idea! xD I loved it so much I couldn't decide which friend to use, so I decided to write my first "5+1" fic. Hope you like it!

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In hindsight, their club room was probably not the best place for it, but with Thomas out on patrol and Kit glued to his main lab at the Consul's house, a sudden stretch of free time alone and a perfectly good bed in the adjoining room, they simply couldn't resist.

Matthew's coat and shirt were on the floor and he was halfway through the buttons on James's shirt when it happened. It was hard to hear anything else over the sounds of kisses and heavy breathing, but a sudden voice in the room was pretty hard to miss.

"Oh, apologies, I thought no one was here."

The sudden scare made they jump so high it was a wonder neither of them fell off the bed, but it did cause their teeth to clash and made them both groan in pain.

When Matthew caught his bearings, Kit was already kneeling on a corner of the room, rummaging through some boxes.

"Kit, what are you doing here?"

"Don't mind me, I ran out of willow sap and remembered I had some more here somewhere. I'll be gone in a jiffy."

"It's kinda hard not to mind you at the moment," James said, still covering his hurt mouth, but Kit either didn't hear him or paid him no mind.

"I swear it was somewhere around here."

James and Matthew shared a look and gave up in one deep sigh.

"What is it you are looking for, again?" Matthew asked, rolling out of bed. "We'll help you."

~**~ They hadn't meant to start anything in the training room, but, well, kisses were always a good way to motivate Matthew to actually finish the whole set of exercises; and when Matthew managed to cleverly pin James to the floor while they sparred, the only acceptable payback was for him to use his legs to pin Matthew even closer.

The light kisses among laughter grew deeper, hands tangling in clothes and hair. Matthew bit down on James's bottom lip and he gasped, both forgetting everything that weren't each other and that moment.

"Bloody hell!"

Their heads turned in sync to see Alastair covering his eyes and Thomas shaking his head at them from the training room entrance.

"Come on, guys, again?" He asked, almost drowned by Alastair bemoaning "My eyes! My eyes!"

Matthew waved his hand dismissively at him. "What's the problem? Have you never seen a kiss before? Tom, you should show him sometime."

Alastair glared daggers at him.

"Just because I don't want to see you sucking each other's faces off in the training room, doesn't mean I don't know how to kiss."

"Well, and I don't want to see y-" His retort was cut in half as James covered his mouth with his hand, trading looks with Thomas. They were always worried that Matthew and Alastair's newly-found friendly banter would revert to un-friendly banter if left unattended.

"Sorry, we got carried away. We'll be leaving now, there was a book I needed to check at the library anyway. Have a nice training."

He pulled Matthew to his feet and out of the training room before he could say anything else, but not before him and Alastair had a chance to stick their tongues out at each other one last time.

Some things never changed.

~**~

It was not surprising that it happened at the library; they spent a great deal of their time in the library, it was bound that on occasion that time was spent on things other than reading.

Besides, they were both still high on the feelings brought by their interrupted rendez-vous at the training room. So rather than searching for his intended book, James dragged Matthew all the way to one of the shelves on the deeper end of the library, pushed him against it, and kissed him again.

Matthew moaned, never one to complain about more kisses, and pulled James even closer, relishing in the heat and friction between their bodies. James' bottom lip was still red from the earlier bite so he took his payback by lowering his head and starting to bite and suck a pretty mark right over Matthew's shirt collar.

"Cahem." The sound of someone clearing their throats sent James back so fast he hit his back on the opposing shelf. He recognised that voice.

"Sorry to interrupt your... Joyous merry-making." Lucie sounded simultaneously extremely amused and not the least bit sorry. "But Matthew's left elbow is blocking precisely the way to the book I needed."

Matthew rushed out of the way, but James dusted himself, clutching at his dignity. "Aren't proper ladies supposed to not snoop and stare?"

Lucie lifted an eyebrow.

"Do you really want to lecture me over what's proper, Jamie? Besides, you should be thanking me. Mama wanted to come herself, but I offered to come get the book for her, as the dutiful daughter I am."

The mention of their mother and the close-call dampened any fighting spirit James still had.

"Well... Next time, just make up an excuse why you couldn't get the book," he said, already walking around her.

"Next time? How often do you and Matthew sneak around the library, anyway?"

He ignored her and hurried away to go find Matthew.

~**~

Even without drinking, Matthew still enjoyed visiting the Ruelle from time to time. He liked the freedom, the music and poetry, he liked meeting like-minded people and talking about his feelings with others that wouldn't judge or condemn.

He also greatly enjoyed that they had multiple, private rooms.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder seemed to also work with other things, desperation fuelling their movements until next thing Matthew knew he was sitting on a table with James between his legs and both their torsos bare. He could have wept with joy when he finally managed to unbuckle James' belt, but...

"Oh, bloody hell."

The expression and voice sent spidery goosebumps crawling up Matthew's back and he dropped his head to James' shoulder, mentally cursing Angel and Hell and Earth before looking up to glare daggers at his brother.

"Charles, what in the name of the bloody Angel are you even doing here?"

Charles puffed up, trying to look as authoritative as possible while looking at every corner of the room except the two of them.

"I have a diplomatic meeting with Hypatia Vex."

"Does this look like Hypatia's office to you?"

"I was directed here by one of the club members."

"Who were obviously trying to mess with both of us. What are you still doing there? Get out!"

"Actually, I am preferring to conduct my businesses from this room lately. It's less... restrictive." Hypatia's voice sounded from behind Charles. A folded fan over her lips did nothing to hide her amused smirk. "You two are welcome to stay and provide suitable ambient noise."

Matthew and Charles' equally disgruntled faces for once betrayed they were brothers.

The boys hurried to get out of the room, with Matthew only stopping briefly to gather their discarded clothes and make a slight bow to Hypatia before disappearing down the hallway.

~**~

Matthew's flat was such an obvious answer they could have kicked themselves for not thinking of it sooner, even if Matthew spent so little time there now it tended to slip even his mind most of the time.

Hardly had he turned the key on the lock when their lips met, legs tangling in an off-beat waltz that ended in an ungraceful fall to the fluffy and warm rug on Matthew's living room. James braced Matthew's fall, but, even out of breath, the last thing he would mind at the moment was the feeling of Matthew's full weight on top of him.

Hands roamed and caressed haphazardly. They had all the time in the world but no time at all. Perhaps later there would be subtleties and niceties, but for now...

"You know, you'll get carpet burn if you keep doing that there."

They should probably be used to it by now, but the idea of being interrupted even there was so improbable it made them jump again as if it was that first time back at the club. They rolled over in disbelief, no clothes even off yet, and stared in shock at Anna's face over the couch.

"How in Edom-" James started, at the same time Matthew asked:

"What are you doing here?"

Anna only raised an eyebrow at them.

"You gave me the spare key and asked me to come take Oscar out for his night walk because you would be out late and your neighbour was busy. Speaking of which."

She let go of Oscar's leash, and the golden retriever - having picked up on Matthew's scent - came running and jumped on top of his owner, wagging his tail and licking Matthew's and James' faces where he could reach them.

"We took quite a long walk, it's not my fault you boys have bad timing. Good night."

Task accomplished, she turned around and left, but with Oscar zooming around them, Matthew and James just exchanged a look and gave up.

~**~

"Come on, Jamie, it's almost time!"

"I'm right behind you."

They both emerged from the door on the roof of the Institute with plenty of time to spare, but it always made James chuckles to see how giddy Matthew got with these things.

Just as they had done on the night before their parabatai ceremony - and then countless nights after that - they laid together on the roof to watch the shooting stars.

The sky wasn't as clear as in Idris, but Matthew never minded it as long as there were no clouds and he had James with him. When the first line crossed the sky, he reached out and took James' hand.

"I'll never get tired of this."

"It's beautiful", James agreed, eyes fixed on Matthew.

"At least look at the sky before you say that, silly."

"You know your happy face is more beautiful to me than all the stars in the sky."

It wasn't always James got to render Matthew speechless, so he relished the small victory, firmly holding Matthew's hand when he tried to pull it away to cover his red face, but all it got was Matthew using his other hand for that.

"Ahh, now you ruined my view."

"I already told you to look at the stars for that."

"No, I don't think I will."

James rolled over until he was on top of Matthew, hovering over him until he lowered his hand.

"Someday it's going to get through your head that you are the most precious thing in the world to me."

"I'm... Working on it."

"Here, let me help."

They kissed until they were the only thing on each other's worlds, and that night - like many nights before - they made love under the stars.

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Hope you guys liked it! And if you are wondering about Cordelia, you can consider this kiss drabble as your + 1 ending ;)

[countlessrealities]

@moonglittering sent: "checklist" for Rick! My muse's checklist || Accepting !

I find you to be:

[x] interesting

[x] cute

[x] attractive

[x] sexy [[ Not all the time, but if you ask, Rick will casually state that Vi has a sexy side. Namely, the one that makes an appearance when "he gets that stick out of his ass". ]]

[ ] reassuring

[ ] intimidating

[x] annoying [[ This is how they started and it's definitely gonna last for the whole course of their association. They are just too different under some points of views not to butt heads xD And Rick is going to be a dick about it every single time. ]]

[ ] tedious

[ ] terrifying

I think we should:

[ ] talk more

[x] hang out more

[ ] date

[ ] adopt each other as found family

[x] fight (friendly) [[ He won't admit it, but Rick actually enjoys the bantering, even when it annoys the hell out of it. Vi is witty and gives him a run for his money, which isn't easy at all and it's rare to find people who can. ]]

[ ] fight (hostile)

[ ] avoid each other if at all possible

If we spent an evening together we would:

[x] just hang out

[x] talk about deep stuff [[ Rick has to be in a very specific mood for this, but Vi is probably one of the few people he'd allow to rant about philosophy and that sort of things. Also, of course, he demands to be offer high quality alcohol or weed before the talk starts xD ]]

[ ] cuddle

[ ] go to bed together (to sleep)

[x] go to bed together (to… not sleep)

[x] go out and party till sunrise

[ ] both get arrested

[ ] probably wind up killing each other

If we kissed it would be:

[ ] a chaste press of lips

[x] a playful smooch [[ When Rick is drunk and feeling frisky ]]

[ ] swift and stolen

[ ] deep, sweet, and sincerely meant

[x] all teeth and tongue and hot as heck [[ This is the kind of kiss Rick uses when he's trying to get them to hook up...or when he wants to rile Vi up just to live him hanging because he is that much of a jerk. ]]

[ ] not happening

If we had sex it would be:

[x] romantic and luxurious

[x] fast, rough and hard

[ ] against the nearest wall

[ ] fantastic

[ ] awkward

[ ] a really bad idea

[ ] an all-around disaster

[ ] not happening

[[ Tbh, none of these options fits well enough for them. I think that their sexual encounters would be filled with teasing, maybe almost playful at times. Of course, it can get passionate too, but well, Rick would basically stick to what Vi likes. He's very adaptable in that sense. ]]

If I woke up and found you unexpectedly in my bed I would:

[ ] cuddle you

[x] offer you breakfast [[ Rick can have some manners, even if it's hard to believe xD ]]

[x] attempt to seduce you [[ Not something that would happen often, but if Rick wakes in the right mood, he wouldn't be opposed to morning sex. ]]

[ ] kick you out

[x] demand to know how you got there [[ He's mister paranoia, if he doesn't remember how the fuck he ended up in bed with someone who's not some rando he picked up in a club, he would want to know what the fuck happened. ]]

[ ] scream

[slashingdisneypasta]

Peter Hayes x Reader || Drabble

*Yep, more Peter! I love him a lot and I just got a burst of inspiration for douche-boy.

Plot: You have a complicated relationship with your roommate from hell, Peter, who you most definitely hate. This is a sort of throw back to an old multichapter story I made for Divergent- there was this whole Enemies to Lovers thing with reader and Peter that was deliciously slow burning and I'm still kinda in love with it even though its so terribly written XD So I wanted to write something a little better for it.

Warnings: Love/Hate relationship, and you have a bullet wound. Unedited as of now...

When you, Tris, Four, Marcus and The Bastard got to Amity, since you and Peter (The Bastard) were badly injured what with his busted arm and your shot hip, you were allocated a room together, in the Hospital bay.

It was the worst thing ever to happen to you.

All day every day, you two argued. Sometimes it got physical, being Dauntless and having gotten used to sparring- him grabbing you with one arm and throwing you against a wall one time when you were hobbling to the bathroom and said something snotty to him, and you bending his fingers painfully back another, when he came over and patronised you. You slept in beds opposite each other in the little room, only a metre or two between your feet, which meant you were in each others faces throughout bed rest.

It was h e l l.

And you tell him so- "This is hell, Hayes."

"Back atcha, pansycake."

You flash him your best greasy, at that, from where you sit with your legs spread out straight in front of you upon your bed; Bored out of your mind as you're still in bedrest. "You are so hateable."

At that, he just flashes you a finger gun without looking up from the book he's flicking through. Huffing, your cross your arms. For a few moments you try to stay silent, and think about something else... but god you're just so bored. "- Why are you even here? You aren't on bed rest anymore. You can leave, you know."

He hums, turning another page. "I like to bother you, its one of my very few entertainments in this place."

Immaturely stick your tongue out at him. Then you calm down, pursing your lips and tilting your head in curiosity. "So... what're you reading?"

Peter rubs his face, and shrugs. "Ahh, its about- "

"Y/N? How are you going?- " Tris suddenly comes in, looking morose as ever and only looking at you; Ignoring Peter's existence.

"OH TRIS! Hi!~ I'm good, great, wonderful, how are you??" You immediately smile, acting like you weren't just about to engage in a domestic moment with your most hated rival. You'd rather die then let her know that happens... often... Peter looks bemusedly at you, before shaking his head and turning to Tris himself- just as happy for the entertainment.

"I'm... good... " She responds, looking at you weird. She glances Peter's way, and scowls. A scowl she can only ever muster the magnitude for, for Peter. "Has he been bothering you?"

"Not anymore than usual. But lets not talk about him- come here! Sit, talk, tell me what's happening outside of prison."

Tris chuckles, shaking her head and sitting down gently. "This isn't prison, Y/N, they're healing you."

"Yeah, but I'm stuck here with him."

At that, Peter perks up. "- Can I say something?"

You and Tris both say 'No', before turning away from him again. Tris sighs, and Peter raises his palms up like he's some victimized pup, behind her. "... I guess I'm just wondering how long it'll be until we get to leave. I don't know how much more of this I can take... "

Snorting good naturedly, your pat her hand. "I figure Amity wasn't one of your factions."

She smirks, and shakes her head, silently.

Frowning, you look down at your hip. You don't think you can travel with it like it is just yet... But you take a deep breath anyway, about to say you're ready to go whenever she is because you're a good friend damnit, but an unwanted voice speaks up, first.

"- You talkin' about the pansycake's hip, Stiff?" Tris and you both turn to him with another glare, her from hatred and annoyance, and you from confusion and annoyance. What is he doing? "Yeah that's still totally fucken stuffed. We're not going anywhere for at least another couple weeks."

WHY!? Your eyes widen, and you look back to Tris who's looking at curiously, worry etched in her eyes as she searches you, for the truth. She certainly isn't going to take Peter's word, and you're so thankful for that. "Is that true? you said you were getting better."

"I am." The words come out firmly, flashing Peter a Shut up kind of stormy look. He narrows his eyes, back at you.

Then he shrugs, casual. "Just ask the doc. Y/N still needs help taking a shit."

Your face goes up in flame, at that. "I do not!" You exclaim in a high voice, then turn back to Tris; Shame written all over your face. "He just helped me to the bathroom a couple of times and it got to his egomaniacal little head. Please believe me, I'll be fine if you want to go! If you really aren't happy here, I'm ready to- "

Tris just looks increasingly confused as you try to assure her. "He helped you?- "

"She needs a lot of it. Actually they're pretty much a dependent."

"Peter!" You exclaim, just needing him to shut the hell up! Like, that's all you want. Why is he doing this? What's his stake!?? Looking around, you search for something. Something to throw, something to throw, something to throw...

Meanwhile Tris looks quite alarmed, as she gets up from your bed. Reaching for her, you try to make her come back, but she steps back. "... I think I'll talk to the healer."

"Yeah, Stiff, you do that." Peter nods, looking back to his book like he never did anything. Tris turns, and you're just thinking about how bizarre it is that Tris is following Peter's advice on something; Dumbfounded.

She leaves the room and you're just watching her with dropped jaw... before gathering your senses and turning to glare daggers at your roommate from hell.

At first he ignores you, but you persevere, darkening your glare and strengthening it, and making it an supreme glare, until finally he looks up; Brows raised up his forehead towards his brown hair, like, what?

WHAT!?

"Something you want from me Y/N?"

"Something I want from you!?- YEAH. I want to know why you decided to lose your ever loving mind for too many moments there, and look out for my health of all things!?- "

The evil boy with the innocent face, shrugs. Quietly, he responds with; "Someone has to."

For a moment you have no idea how to even respond, to that. But, forcing a dry laugh, because you're shocked, you shake your head. "Yeah! But not you... "

You continue to stare, full of shock, at Peter. Waiting an answer, but this time he doesn't respond.

~

Its not until late that night that you speak again; Until you gather the courage to go and do what you've been doing every night since basically you moved into this hell-place. Because suddenly it's odd... weird.

It should have been those things the whole time, but it is only now, for some reason. The only thing that's clear to you is that that reason is not the one it should be.

Taking a deep breath in, you slip out of bed. As soon as your feet touch the floor, a strike of pain flashes through your body coming from your hip and you wince- but gather your crutches anyway and continue on.

You cross the room, which is quite a familiar journey at this point, quite carefully; Basically sliding across the smooth hardwood in your socks, to keep from changing the amount of pressure on your hip too much, too often.

You get to Peter's bed in a minute or so, and cross your arms over your stomach after leaning your crutches against the wall. Worrying your bottom lip, you wonder whether you should even do this tonight. Whether the whole thing is just fucking up your feelings about each other too much and soon you wont be able to remember that you hate each other... or why you should hate each other.

Because you do, indeed, hate him. Of course you do. He's an ass and he's crass and he's rude- all of which he is on-purpose, for some reason.

You have to hate him... don't you? That's why you want to throw things at him, and glare in his face, and spit venom-words him way.

The only thing you don't know, is why you sleep with him in his bed every night. Why you need to, or you cant sleep at all. Or why he likes to be like that with you.

Sighing, the idea of slipping in and falling asleep too good to pass up now that you're close, you drop your arms and pat his arm. "Up, Peter. Coming in." You whisper, and see him roll over to face your way, making room for your body to curl into his own.

Its a bit of a struggle to get in, but he helps you but pulling your body from the edge, into him. Then, as you're sighing against his chest and closing your eyes, relaxing, Peter hikes your leg (The one on your injured side), up over his hips- as its better for your injury, to be elevated during sleep.

Getting comfortable now, you wrap your arms up around his neck, as his arms go around your waist; Its all muscle memory now, going to bed with him.

And this is how you sleep. Together.

Every night.

No words are spoken except your knee is digging into me's, or maybe a half-hearted i hate you, as you fall asleep safe, in a much-too intimate position for most hated rivals to enjoy. And then, before you wake up a little early, the both of you say goodmorning, bane of my existence, and you sneak back to your own bed before anyone comes in to check on the two of you- because no one in the world, can know about this. For obvious reasons.

Which is the only agreed upon term you've come up with together concerning your should-be illegal cuddling activity.

Tonight is slightly different, though, as you open your eyes again. You cant help but think about what he said earlier, about taking care of you. Should you ask...?

Looking up at him, you wonder if you really should, but he opens his own eyes under your gaze and you immediately look down again; Pretending in vain to be asleep.

Damn it!

"Y/N... " Peter mutters, shifting against you.

"Oh," You say back, awkwardly. "We're... talking, now, are we? We're doing that?"

"Nah," He chuckles, before adding; "I am."

Oh.

"I just feel like I kinda gotta tell you something." Here it comes, you think, dread and... something else, filling your chest. Something unfamiliar, not to you in general but... having it be connected to Peter. THAT's unfamiliar. "While you're all tired and quiet, and only minorly annoying."

At that, you pull back and open your mouth to retort something, as you're quite outraged, but he just smirks at you; And its so soft, it stops you in your tracks. You promptly close your mouth again, looking at him and paying attention.

"You're still a huge pain in my ass, but whether you like it or not I'm going to keep you safe in all this bullshit." His face goes serious. That dark, cruel look he gets when he's about to do something horrid on his face- and you know he's got something up his evil sleeve. "I promise."

"How am I supposed to trust you... ?"

"I'm not asking you to trust me. Just telling you how it is, okay?"

You feel dread fill your chest, but also... warmth. Because if anyone's going to be looking out for you, you're oddly glad its Peter. He's a familiar evil, at least, in a war full of unknown before you. You feel like you wont ever be surprised, by him. Because you expect the worst. And he knows you well- After all; He is your roommate from hell.

- And also, maybe, you've really enjoyed your cuddles with him- more then you're ready to let on.

You find yourself nodding, back at him. "I'll keep you safe, too."

... At which he scoffs, rolling his eyes and tucking you back against his chest. "Yeah, right."

You punch him in the gut- gently, though. Just enough for him to know you hate him.

[captain039]

Bathe in the hunt

Bloodhound x reader

Warnings: Smut! Fingering, female receiving, oral, light swearing, game gore, semi-public smut. 18+, kinky xD

We don’t spectate in this version xD

You were on edge and watching every move the robot made. Revenant scared you, there wasn’t a doubt about that. You felt sort of safe with Lifeline by your side. She scoffed and waved her shock sticks at him in annoyance. He would snarl anytime she spoke actually anytime one of you spoke.

“Ugh” Lifelines voice came over and you glanced to her. Revenant was towering over her and you let a warning shot off right by his face.

“Go away” you glared even though your heart pounded. He growled and disappeared outside making you sigh in relief.

You frowned though hearing footsteps thanks to your enhanced hearing, you looked behind you but found no source. It also stopped when you looked making you sigh and glare.

“Someone’s behind us-“ you heard an animalistic growl and froze.

“Bloodhounds behind us” you corrected as two other pairs of footsteps joined.

“Very quickly running towards us” you said a little more panicked as you tried to find the hunter. You spotted Wraith and Bangalore but no Bloodhound. Revenant and Lifeline were cornered by the other two. You had a good advantage through the window as you shot at them. That is till a cool blade met your throat. Your back went a little straighter as you gulped looking to the axe.

“Hound” you muttered dropping your gun on the floor. You stood up as they pressed the axe a little closer to your skin. You were backed into them as they hit the wall. You gulped hearing their pants behind the mask, no doubt their eyes glowed red.

“I really-“ they hushed you and you gulped again.

“Vertu kyrr” they said in their mother tongue. This really wasn’t the time to be overheating and have your heart pounding, they really were about to slaughter you. You heard Revenant complain about being downed before he got finished. Lifeline was next as she called for your help, but you couldn’t do anything. Frozen in place, a blade against your throat, legs shaky. Lifeline was gone also and you waited for the end but it never came.

“I will catch up Felagis” they said as you heard Wraith and Bangalore through their comms.

“Why are you not killing me?” You asked as they let their blade fall.

“Hound?!” You added after you were met with silence.

“Please just-“ you froze as their hands wrapped around your waist and they pulled you down. A team was going past, you hadn’t heard them.

“Mate ya hearing things” Fuse sighed.

“I swear it amigo!” Octane fought.

“Bloody hell, it’s all them chemicals ya idiot” Fuse was very much done with Octane as they both left.

You let out a small breath you didn’t know you were holding. But this position made you tense. You had your back against the hunters chest, you had let your legs stretch out in front of you, their hand on your mouth and one arm around your waist. They’re grip loosened and you could finally breathe normally as their hand slipped.

“Hound what’s going on?” You asked softly leaning your head back so you could try and see them. Their grip tightened again

“ég saknaði þín” their voice was quiet but you still didn’t understand their native tongue.

“I still don’t understand you hound” you chuckled softly as a hand gently cupped your throat. You gulped thinking now they were going to choke you to death. Though in the back of your mind your legs tingled and your heart pounded against your chest in anticipation. Your stomach clenched a little and heat moved to where it shouldn’t in this situation.

“I can smell your æsingur” they said and you flushed wondering what the hell æsingur meant.

Their hand snaked past down your stomach and to your waist band. Your cheeks no doubt went bright red as you realised that the situation was in fact happening.

“Hound-“ you said grabbing their hand.

“Where in the middle of a game” you muttered but your grip wasn’t tight, they could easily shake you off.

“And?” They finally spoke in English and your thighs tensed. You let their hand go slowly resting it back on the ground beside you only to find they stretched their leg out.

You gripped the strong flesh when a cool glove met with your heat. Your back arched slightly and you forgot to breath momentarily.

“Anda elskan” they said softly. Their hand that was on your neck had moved to stay around your waist. The other in between your folds feeling up and down. Your legs had moved wider apart by themselves, you leant back against their shoulder as they gathered your natural wetness before sliding a finger in. You hummed slightly mindful to be silent and trying to focus your hearing on any footsteps that may come.

It was hard to focus at the painfully slow pace they were teasing you at. You let out a small whimper not trusting your voice to speak your mind. They snarled softly and you flushed knowing they were in charge here and you did not have any right to tell them what to do.

The leather felt strange but nice inside your walls, they only kept one finger going in and out before stopping. You took a quick breath before they pressed their fingers to your clit and rubbed. Your leg twitched slightly and you flushed at the effect they had on your body. You arched back into them as they gained speed you tried to control your breathing but failed as it came out in short puffs. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you let your hand clench their thigh and the other fist on the floor. The snarled softly again sensing you were close. Your stomach tightened as you let out a small sound as you came. You had held your breath for a while as they rode you out, gently rubbing against your sensitive nub. You panted out loudly remembering to breathe. Your body went to jelly, you let your weight fall onto them and sighed. They hummed gently against you one arm still around you tightly while they other moved from your pants. You saw their glove glistening and blushed looking away.

“Are you ok Elskan?” They said softly and you nodded.

“Definitely- I’m- I’m ok” you said processing what happened. Your cheeks burned and you felt like jelly.

“I need a minute” you mumbled and you heard them chuckle lightly. You smacked their thigh gently a smile creeping across your lips also.

You slowly lifted your top half off Bloodhound and sighed. They shuffled behind you, standing up and offering a hand to you. You looked at the hand, it didn’t glisten thankfully. You grabbed it and let them pull you upwards.

“I must return to my Felagis” they said handing you your gun.

“May you hunt well Elskan” they said and you stopped them. They looked to you through their mask before leaning it against your forehead. You closed your eyes and smiled before they finally left.

You huffed seeing as now you were alone, with no team, thanks to their team. You grumbled softly thinking about payback despite your flush and pounding heart.

[raendown]

A story for @insaneflowergirl as part of the @madatobigiftexchange! Only took me six days to realize it’s June. A grand improvement over the last couple months. xD

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 4049 Rated: T+ Fandom: Naruto Summary: Trapped together by an avalanche in the middle of a mission, Madara and Tobirama make a passing attempt at dealing with the discovery that they are soulmates. And also the discovery that there is only one bed to share for the night.

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Warmth in Winter Hearts

“I don’t suppose if I happened to suggest laying down to rest you might actually listen?” 

“You’re not my mother!”

Tobirama pressed the bridge of his nose tightly between two fingers and breathed slowly. “Gods but I hope not. I have neither the parts nor the patience for that.”

Across the cavern Madara scowled, looking very much like he was only moments away from sticking out his tongue. If he were perfectly honest Tobirama would not have been surprised in the least to see that sort of childish behavior after the emotionally taxing week they’d been going through. Getting put on a mission together was bad enough; they fought like cats and dogs in the tower with separate offices to retreat to, how Hashirama expected them to survive an entire month out here in the wilderness together was a mystery. Yet the worst part had to be getting snowed in separate from the man they were meant to be escorting with no way to make sure the idiot was still alive. 

“When we get out of here,” Madara growled, “I’m going to tear out that asshole’s hair strand by strand.”

“I’m not sure how much of a threat that is.”

“Excuse you, that is a terrifying threat.”

“Not everyone is as attached to their hair as you are,” Tobirama pointed out. 

He was already turning away to build up the meager fire he’d hastily thrown together upon realizing they were trapped in here. Still, he could practically feel the weight of dark eyes glaring at him from across the cave, probably staring at the back of head and judging the hair that he kept short purely for utilitarian purposes. If he hadn’t looked so ridiculous the one time he’d shaved it all off he would just do away with the stuff all together. What good did hair really do him? Not much. If his head got cold he could always throw on a hat. Beyond that he’d never found much of a use for it. 

“Maybe if you took better care of yours then you’d understand.”

“I very much doubt that,” Tobirama murmured under his breath.

The glaring intensified but he refused to take the bait. Feeding the fire and making sure they stayed warm throughout the night was much more important than tending to the quicksilver emotions of a man who, until today, had been nothing but a thorn in his side at every turn. If not for this blasted mission he never would have been anything else. Tobirama closed his eyes and counted his breaths in and out, in and out, slowly, evenly, searching for the calm balance that so many people mistook for unfeeling cold. It hadn’t been so difficult to center himself in years. 

As much as he tried, however, calm remained far beyond his reach. He could keep a placid expression for the idiot across the room but on the inside his emotions were tumbling over each other like a business of ferrets all fighting over the same morsel of food. They were soulmates. Even in his own head that felt strange to admit. So many years spent glaring across the battlefield, several more glaring across council tables and mokuton sturdy desks, only now to discover their connection mere hours before they got themselves trapped inside a system of caves by nothing more than a raging blizzard. Honestly if he weren’t so angry at the timing of it all Tobirama might have been impressed by the sheer volume of snow Mother Nature had seen fit to dump over their heads without warning. More so than the weather he was angry at their client. When he’d told that fool to stay close it had been for his own safety, not to ruffle his overinflated ego without reason. Now he’d trapped himself somewhere else in these caves by dashing off just before an avalanche of snow collapsed over the entrance. Madara had offered to melt through it all but there was little point. There would always be more to come down on top. 

Either their client would be dead of cold in the morning or he wouldn’t. Being here with them wouldn’t do much to change that outcome when he’d already declared that he would rather freeze to death than seek body heat from, in his words, lowly shinobi types. Tobirama would rather lose the income from this mission than let such an asshole touch him after words like that. 

“Ugh.” Behind him Madara sniffed a couple of times. “These smell terrible.”

“Probably because you’re still bleeding inside them.” Tobirama didn’t even need to turn around to know what the other was talking about. He’d wrapped those bandages himself only hours before. 

“I should probably change them. But it’s so cold…”

Standing up to brush the snow from his knees, Tobirama nodded shortly. “Cold indeed. An excellent excuse not to care for your wounds. I’ll be sure to share that one with Izuna when he asks how I could allow you to come home with blood poisoning.” 

A smile flickered across his face when the snuffling turned in to barely muted grumbling, probably a bad mockery of him since that was usually Madara’s last defense against being told to do something he already knew he should have been doing. It only took another minute or two of waiting before heavy footsteps were thumping across the snow-dusted rock to pause just at his back. The hand that shoved itself in to his view looked like some child’s imaginative drawing of a zombie, covered as it was in off-white linen turned black in some places with drying blood. 

“If you’re so worried for me then do something about it yourself!” 

“Use your manners if you want help.”

“Fuck you!” Madara snatched his hand back. When Tobirama looked he was cradling it to his chest with a pout that looked all the more ridiculous than usual when set above a full suit of battle-worn armor. “I’ll just do it myself then!” 

“Will you now?”

A raised eyebrow sent his companion storming off to where they had scraped the snow off a few square feet of ground. Dark mutterings made a lovely background tune as Madara dug through both of their packs trying to find the rest of their medical supplies. When he found them he gave a vicious little noise of triumph and then flopped down on to a nearby rock to pick at the knot on the back of his injured hand. It was hardly the only injury either of them had suffered during the past week of escorting their jittery client through one of the most dangerous sections of the border with Yugakure, just the most serious since it hampered the grip Madara needed on his infamous gunbai. He’d trained himself to use the other hand like most shinobi did but his effectiveness in battle was markedly different when doing so, forcing Tobirama to take point constantly rather than switching out by turns. 

“Don’t forget the ointment,” Tobirama called over helpfully, not bothering to hide a snicker when Madara lifted his head to glare in response. 

“I know that!” 

“Ah so you were leaving it behind in the pack, what, to keep it warm?” 

Madara tore off a strip of bandage and hauled it ineffectually through the air, shouting, “Leave me alone!” 

He should. In truth he really should leave the man alone. Both of them needed a little time to process the discovery of their unexpected connection. Unfortunately Tobirama didn’t have nearly half the interpersonal skills his brother did, he’d never really learned when to leave well enough alone, so instead of giving them both a little space he watched the fluttering bandage until it hit the ground and then lifted his face with a smirk. 

“Very effective. I’m all but shaking in my boots.”

“You will be if you ever let me catch you on the training fields alone!” 

“Go on then, we’re alone right now.”

“Fuck off!” Madara grunted.

Tobirama peeked over his shoulder to make sure the fire wasn’t going to collapse on itself and then turned back to his mission partner. “I don’t think I will. You are literally my only entertainment right now.”

“I am not your entertainment!” 

“No, you’re right. You’re more like a natural disaster that I just can’t help watching. It’s human nature, you know? Like a morbid curiosity.”

Even as he spoke the words he knew he was being an ass but, as he’d said, it wasn’t like there was much else for him to do in this godforsaken cave. He might as well get a few licks in while he still had the energy. Watching Madara’s ears turn red with anger was just as fascinating as it had ever been, though having to force his mind away from examining why he was so fascinated was new. 

“If anyone here is morbid it’s you!”

“Well I’m not denying that.”

“Be more insulted!” Madara screeched. “I hate when you do that!”

Tobirama folded his arms and lifted one hand to tap at his chin. “Do what, pray tell?”

“You’re always so fucking unflappable! Just- just- it isn’t fair! Be...flapped! Or something!”

“Flapped?” He’d never heard anything so ridiculous in his life. It was perfectly reasonable that he should throw his head back and start laughing, thoroughly amused by his companion’s loss for words. Madara didn’t seem to appreciate his reaction but really that wasn’t far out of the ordinary. For the most part Madara had never seemed to appreciate much about him at all and until recently that hadn’t exactly bothered him. 

Right now the only thing flapping was Madara’s jaw as the man tried several times to come up with a response, any response at all. In the end he simply tossed the end of the bandage roll in Tobirama’s direction with lethal force and snatched the closest bedroll, storming off to spread it out across the space kicked free of snow. 

It was a shame to have his entertainment taken away so quickly, even more of a shame to know that if he also tried to bed down right now the only spot to do so would be within range of Madara’s vengeful hands, so Tobirama was left very suddenly with the echoes of his own laughter and little else. The grin on his face turned rapidly in to a scowl. Patient he might be when the situation called for it but he’d never been a fan of keeping the company of his own thoughts. Books were much more pleasant. Much less likely to spiral out of control in to dangerous places or earn him another lecture from his older brother. Not having his library at hand was certainly the worst part of any mission he’d ever taken, filled as they usually were with down time in which he had little to do but plan his next move or stare aimlessly at the surroundings. 

As much as it would probably be more interesting to wander off and explore how far back these caves actually went he didn’t think it was in his best interests to take the chance at getting lost. If nothing else Madara would definitely tell on him when they got back to the village. 

For a minute or so their little cavern was filled with the rustling of Madara settling himself down to sleep, wrenching the blankets off again when he realized he hadn’t put away all the medical supplies, then fussing at them to cover himself a second time. Once he finally settled down for good there was nothing but the sound of the fire crackling merrily away. Sealed off as they were from the rest of the world, the fire was their only source of light. If not for the fact that the caves obviously went pretty deep in to the mountain it would have been a very poor idea indeed to let it keep burning away all their oxygen. Tobirama was grateful he didn’t need to put it out. Aside from giving him something to listen to besides the inside of his own head it also gave him something to look at. Or rather it gave him a bit of light by which to stare off in his partner’s direction, studying the length of Madara's body and the shapes he made under the regulation wool blanket. 

Not a good idea. Definitely not a good idea. Tobirama jerked his eyes away as soon as he realized what he was doing. Better if there had been no fire. He’d rather be blind for lack of light and leave himself at the mercy of the Sharingan for seeing any possible threats than to sit here and stare across the snowy rock like some lovelorn maiden. No matter what discoveries had been made that day they were not some pair of star crossed lovers. There was no need for whatever dramatics his face had just been doing. 

Digging both hands in to his eyes with a sigh, Tobirama decided it was probably best if he just went to sleep too. It was still too early for him to be very tired but falling asleep would at least stop him from following wherever the hell his thoughts had just been trying to go. Somewhere much too thespian for his tastes. He wasn't his brother, after all, there was no need for him to sit here and analyze his feelings or some other such nonsense. If the fire burnt down while they slept and he woke to darkness, well, he did still have Madara with him; just because he was rightfully leery of the Sharingan’s powers didn’t mean he was above taking advantage of them when he needed to. Perhaps a little mean when the man was injured by, hey, he wasn’t the one who could see in the dark and that was hardly his own fault. 

Another sigh caught at the edges of his teeth and slipped out sounding more like a hiss when he pushed himself up on to his feet, striding over towards their packs with careful footsteps. There was no telling what sort of uneven ground could be hiding under all this snow. So far away from the dancing flames his already poor vision was even worse so at first Tobirama assumed that Madara had simply kicked everything out of place while looking for the bandages. It wasn’t until he gathered all of the packs together and dug through every one of them that he realized one very important item was missing. 

His eyes snapped over to the prone figure only feet away. Madara lay stretched out and perfectly still on top of his bed roll. Or, more accurately, the only bedroll. In all the kerfuffle of their client running off and the avalanche trapping them in it appeared they had lost not only some of the food they’d been carrying but also their second sleeping mat. 

If not for the snow on the ground it wouldn’t have been such a big deal. He still had a blanket and it wasn’t like he’d never bedded down for the night without something comfortable to lie on, catching a few hours up a tree whenever he had to and doing so without complaint. The problem was that lying down on frozen rock had only one outcome and with both of them already injured in various ways he certainly couldn’t take the risk of waking up with pneumonia when there was a perfectly viable - if crushingly embarrassing - solution snoozing peacefully right there. He really hoped Madara wasn’t too comfy just yet. 

“What?” his partner snarled when he was nudged lightly with one foot. 

“Shove over,” Tobirama demanded. 

“The fuck? There is literally a whole cave of space, go make your bed somewhere else.”

“Can’t. I have to share your bed so shove over, Uchiha.”

Madara snapped upright so fast they both heard something in his back pop, though neither paid it much attention. “You fucking what now?”

“There appears to be a distinct lack of a second bedroll anywhere so unless you want me sneezing all over your bandages when I inevitably have to change them you will shove the hell over.” Tobirama crossed both arms over his chest like they could hold in all the confusing emotions trying very hard to bubble their way to the surface. 

He wasn’t sure what to think of the way Madara’s jaw hung open wordlessly, couldn’t properly make out the nuances of that expression without more light to see by. Maybe if he weren’t standing at such an angle as to throw the other man in shadow- but to step aside now so he could see better would be to admit how bad his eyes really were and that was a weakness he’d never bothered to share even with his own brother. He settled instead for standing his ground until that rounded jaw snapped shut again for Madara to harrumph loudly. 

“Fucking- are you serious? This is ridiculous! Where did the other bedroll go?”

“Probably lost in the snow somewhere but I would honestly much rather be sleeping right now than trying to guess at things I may never have an answer to. So. Shove. Over. I will not say it again.”

Ignoring Madara’s voice shouting in his ear was as easy as tuning him out, a feat barely comparable to the task of tuning out Hashirama in the middle of high drama. Tobirama untied his armor and set it all aside carefully. By the time he turned back he noticed that, although the screaming hadn’t so much as paused, Madara had gone ahead and moved over a few inches anyway. He did give vent to a few choked noises when Tobirama slid in under the covers with him but it wasn’t difficult to parse out why. Tobirama was still up on one elbow when he paused to examine their situation.

Which way was he supposed to face? They would both be warmer if he faced inwards and curled himself around Madara’s back but such a position felt much too intimate. Facing away from each other would be blessedly less intimate but there wasn’t exactly a whole lot of space on the mat beneath them and it would take only a single shift for one of them to roll away from the other, taking all the blankets with them. Sleeping on his back was generally the way he preferred but, again, space was the main issue. He would have to lay half on the snow to do that. 

“Just...just pick something and go to sleep,” Madara grumbled.

“Eager to cuddle?” Tobirama snapped at him, a response born more of habit than any particular ire. 

“Fuck off!” 

Just for that Tobirama slumped down on to his right side and made sure to curl in as close as possible, grinning viciously to himself as the other man stiffened noticeably. He himself was far from immune to the awkwardness but petty spite had always driven him faster than any care for his own comfort. If Madara hated this then he would lie here awake all night before he rolled over to make them both comfortable. 

It would have been nice, he admitted silently after several minutes, having enough mercy in his soul to relent and just roll over. Tomorrow promised to be an absolute bastard of a day, not least because the task of digging them out of this place would undoubtedly fall mostly on his own shoulders. He definitely could use some rest before tackling that. Instead he lay there with eyes wide open staring at the back of Madara’s head and wondering what reactions he might get if he pulled on some of that bristling hair. Almost as though the man could hear his thoughts Madara curled in to himself a little tighter. The movement was an innocent one. The way it pushed Madara’s rump in to the cradle of Tobirama’s hips was most decidedly not an innocent result even if it was obviously unintentional. 

“Nnngg!?” 

“Very intelligent,” Tobirama breathed, not wanting to speak louder for fear the sudden rush of want running through him might be heard in his voice. 

“That wasn’t- I didn’t- fuck off, Senju!” 

“I will have you know that it is taking all of my energy not to instinctually respond with an implication you would rather I fuck you instead.”

Madara’s screech could probably be heard through the several feet of snow blocking their cave entrance. “It doesn’t count if you still say it you idiot!” 

Yet for all the screaming protests he went on to ring both of their ears with, Madara’s reaction notably lacked one thing. He never once tried to move away. Oh he waved the arm he wasn’t lying on and jawed until Tobirama began to wonder if he wasn’t wearing down the bones of his own skull from overuse but not once did he so much as tilt his hips in to a different position. 

Such telling body language gave Tobirama all the clues he needed to figure out exactly what he’d missed in their earlier conversation. It was possible these types of clues were something he’d been missing in all of their past interactions, body language he never noticed simply because he tried to look at the other man as little as possible. To his shame such a habit had been built entirely on the premise that Madara hated it when people didn’t pay attention to him. From now on he promised himself he would pay closer attention - even if he might not let Madara see such efforts. Just because he was begrudgingly interested didn’t mean he was willing to set that spite down just yet. Some habits took longer to break than others. 

And some would never fade but maybe that was more of a personal failing than anything else. 

“White flag.” The words were out and hanging in the air before Tobirama even realized his mouth had decided to speak before his brain had a proper sentence ready. In front of him Madara stiffened impossibly further. 

“The hell are you on about?”

“I...am waving a white flag. We both need rest. This is, ah, comfortable enough. Let’s just put any further arguments or conversations on hold until tomorrow and go to sleep.” 

Madara seemed to chew that over for a moment until he asked very quietly, “Like this?” 

“I am comfortable if you are.”

He half expected to have the man roll over and deck him in the face for such presumptions. When the silence began to stretch he wondered if he was meant to take it as agreement until he heard very quiet words drift back to caress his ears, a softer sound than he had ever heard from this man in his life. 

“Your arms’ll go numb sleeping like that. Might as well...might as well stretch them out.” 

“Ah. I didn’t presume-”

Tobirama cleared his throat before very carefully shifting back to make room for where both of his arms were folded tightly against Madara’s back. When he stretched one out neither of them said anything about Madara lifting his head to make room for it beneath the pillow they shared. And when he stretched the other out with very delicate movements they both remained utterly silent as he laid it gently across Madara’s waist. 

It was the subtle relaxing of all the muscles pressed up against his front that finally made everything click. Oh but he was a blind man. A very blind man with terrible vision to boot. If anyone asked he was going to blame every misunderstanding on the man in his arms with zero shame. 

Tomorrow they would wake to fight their way past the snow and put in at least a token effort to find their wayward client. Somewhere along the way they would search for the supplies that got lost in the shuffle. But as he closed his eyes Tobirama smiled to realize neither one of them was likely to put a whole lot of work in to finding that second bedroll they had lost, not when it seemed their newly discovered bond was something Madara wanted much more than he’d let on before. 

[herstarburststories]

Swallow (Jason Todd x Reader)

✾ A/N: Hope you like it, hon!

✾ @thatgaypostsworld 's request: Do you think you could do Jason Todd from Titans x trans male, he's Hanks younger brother. They meet in Gotham and work together kinda like how Dick worked with Hawk and Dove and start dating then he Joins Titans to be closer to Jason and finds out that Hank knows Jason and can there be lots of fluff and protective older brother stuff from Dick and Hank cause Dick would have known him since he was like five. And Gar and Dawn being all for reader and Jason. xD

✾ Warning: request slightly edited from OC x Jason to Reader x Jason.

ONE YEAR AGO

GOTHAM CITY

‘'It’s over, bird boy.’’ The blue-eyed woman smirked at Jason as she pressed the barrel of the gun against his neck. Suddenly, the idea of ​​going after a drug dealer alone to impress Batman didn't seem like the smartest thing to be done. ‘’Batman probably won't miss his dumb pet. ’’

‘’You talk too much.’’ An unknown voice was added to the conversation, followed by the typical noise of a punch. Just like that, Todd was no longer between life and death, and his main target laid unconscious on the floor among his passed out henchmen. ‘’Come on, villains. Don't you know that monologuing only gives pretext for someone to come along and save the victim?’’

‘’What did you just call me?’’ The new Robin finally turned around to face his unfortunate savior. He was also dressed in a superhero costume, although Jason couldn't quite put his tongue on the name. The outfit was, in his opinion, ridiculous. Mostly blue, but with a white front and an orange mask. At least his body looked pretty hot in that. ‘’I'm not a fucking victim, bro. Who do you think that beat the fuck out of her crowd?’’

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. Batman's new apprentice was really petulant. If Hank was there, he would probably say it was a prerequisite for being a Robin. ‘’You, me, and your ego are on the same side. By the way, I am Swallow.’’

‘’Do you suck too?’’ Jason answered in irony, already picking up his customized batarangs that had been thrown in battle.

‘’Very funny. Swallow as in for the bird, Robin. Just like you.’’

CURRENT TIME

SAN FRANCISCO

When Bruce and Dick decided it would be good for Jason to spend some time away from Gotham, it didn't occur to Jason how frustrating that could be. After all, why would he even consider that idea? Todd would stay with the Titans for a few weeks and come home as fast as possible.

‘’It’s boring as fuck. I wish you were here.’’

However, now, after two months in that tower, with Dick treating him like a child and away from home, Jason had to admit that he didn't imagine this scenario. Everything was boring compared to Gotham. He didn't go out to fight crime with anyone. In his city, every night had someone to be saved, either with Batman or (Y/N).

(Y/N) had become Todd's confidant out of necessity. Although his first mission to conquer Bruce's respect had gone wrong, Jason wouldn't stop trying. He was valuable and could be as good as Dick Grayson once was. Bruce didn't have to protect him or anything, and he would prove that.

It worked a few times, mostly with help. Jay was still inexperienced, a Robin barely for months back then. (Y/N), on the other hand, had been Swallow for years. Robin certainly didn't call him, but somehow they always ran into each other during Gotham's night routine. After a few cases together and some make-out sessions in places extremely inappropriate for any civilian, they decided to try for real. A committed relationship, Jason's first.

Video calls happened, of course, just like the one occurring in that instant. But it wasn't quite the same, at all.

‘’Me too, babe. Don’t worry, we will see each other soon. I need to go now, just arrived at the supermarket,” you said, waving your empty hand at him through the phone as your face disappeared on the screen. It was replaced by your call duration time. You smiled at the street you were on. Jason surely would love your surprise.

Todd grabbed whatever comic book he had left around the room to distract his mind. He missed his boyfriend and the excitement of his hometown. And even though he invited you a million times to become an honorary Titan, the answer was still a no. If Jason had to bet, and he was good at it, he would say that you were afraid of history repeating itself among your brother's old team, even though he had stated that Hank was not there and had never visited since they arrived at the tower.

A subtle knock met the door of Robin's room, soon followed by Gar's voice. ‘’Jason, you have a visitor.’’

He tossed the graphic novel in his hands towards the chair across the room, smiling victoriously when he hit his target before getting up and leaving the room. It must be Bruce, finally showing up to get him.

‘’About time, Bru—(Y/N)?’’ You weren’t the person he was missing that appeared in the Titans' living room, but you were still a wonderful surprise. Jason marveled at you, his heart pounding happily. ‘’What are you doing here?’’

‘’I missed you and decided to accept your invitation.’’ Your words didn't obtain any reaction from Robin. He remained there, astonished. ‘’I could always go back...’’ (Y/N) teased, the side of your mouth curved into a playful smile.

‘’Don't even fucking joke about it, baby.’’

Jason approached you, pressing his lips against yours in a needy kiss, which screamed how felt your absence had been.

‘’What the fuck is this?’’ Hank's voice surprised the two young men, causing you both to separate immediately. Gar - who had gone to the training room after calling Jason - arrived in the place with Dick. ‘’What the hell is Jason doing to my little brother, Grayson?’’

‘’I don't know,” the rising leader responded, frowning as he mentally analyzed the scene. Jason didn't have enough stability to fight in a team yet-- a romantic relationship should be his last concern. Dick himself knew how it could affect teamwork, but then, he wasn't one hundred percent ready to lead the Titans yet and had started a complicated situation with Kori months ago. Therefore, Grayson was not the best to offer advice in that department. Pursing his lips, Dick added, ‘’Anyway, I'm glad you two came back.’’

While Jason's older brother had decided to ignore the surprise in his living room to address more urgent matters, yours didn't follow the same line of thought.

‘’We came here to help you and found the new problematic Robin sticking his tongue in my little brother's throat. What the fuck, Grayson? Since when (Y/N) is with the Titans? You want to fuck up their lives with my brother's life like you did to ours?’’

Dawn placed her hand against Hank's chest in an attempt to convey some serenity to him and prevent the male from attacking Dick in a fit of rage. She smiled sweetly at the couple – Jason’s arm around your figure as the old Titans argued.

‘’He didn't know I was here, Hank. I just arrived. I wanted to see Jason.’’ You shrugged. There was no real concern for the eldest Hall's reaction. You knew your brother. He had an explosive and exaggerated tendency for being. Especially after you came out as a trans guy, which increased his protective behavior. ‘’I have known Jason since the gap year in Gotham. We are dating.'’

Hank opened his mouth and everyone in the room waited for another round of swearing, most likely to be directed at Dick and Jason, when Gar's voice interrupted, ‘‘Can someone handle Jason willingly?'’

You chuckled when Jason showed his middle finger to his teammate. It caused tiny, relieved smiles from the present adults. Dick and Hank exchanged a suggestive glance. It was the same they gave each other when a difficult mission had worked out after a few mistakes, but they were too exhausted to argue at the moment. A truce, it meant. For now.

‘’Well, I'm happy for you two. Talk to me if you need tips on how to deal with a hot-tempered Hall.’’ Dove joined the joke, eliciting more laughter and a betrayed glare from Hank, who dramatically moved away from his girlfriend.

Jason grimaced when being compared to Hank, and you placed your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. His brother tried to convince Dawn that his anger was directed to who he deserved it, which didn't make him hot-tempered. Dick stood with crossed arms, a simple smile on his face as he surveyed the room. Gar was laughing still, his old friends disagreeing in a relaxed way, and Jason was pouting, being treated by his boyfriend with quick pecks on the cheek that made him smile like a happy child.

That reunion was better than he had anticipated.

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian one-shot - “Eyes on the Road” (Rated M)

Summary: Driving down the highway while on vacation, Kurt notices how tense his husband looks and decides to try something he saw in a movie once to loosen him up. It does the job a little too well ... (1970 words)

Notes: This is a re-write I decided to do for Halloween because I think it's really funny. XD Inspired by the movie 'Parenthood'.

Part 58 of Daddies.

Read on AO3.

“That was the insurance agent,” Sebastian says, putting his jacket around Kurt’s shoulders and rubbing his husband’s arms to keep the chill of the night air away. “They're sending a tow. We're gonna call an Uber to take us to the hotel, but they’ll have a rental for us in the morning.”

“That’s … that’s great,” Kurt grumbles. "Just peachy." 

Sebastian snickers. Kurt's cheeks flame red and he hangs his head. He can’t look Sebastian in the eyes, but he also doesn’t want to see Sebastian’s baby - his Porsche Cayman - wrapped around the trunk of an ancient English Oak.

Kurt isn't angry at his husband. This isn't Sebastian's fault. And for as bad as this night has been, Kurt is more embarrassed than upset.

“Are you alright? Nothing hurts? Nothing broken?” Sebastian asks for the fifth time, and for the fifth time, Kurt answers, “Yeah … sure … great.”

There’s nothing else Kurt can think of to say. Physically, he’s fine. Emotionally, he could live a hundred years and never, ever live this down.

Plus, Sebastian is being such a good sport about this.

That makes this whole situation suck worse.

They’re supposed to be on vacation. They got Thomas excused from school and took one week away to visit Kurt’s dad over Halloween. That way, Burt wouldn't have to travel hours to see his grandson dress in costume and go begging for candy. 

But Kurt and Sebastian had ulterior motives. They planned this trip to Ohio to escape everything: PTA meetings, stress, Sebastian’s ultra-needy clients, and Kurt’s new winter clothing line, coming together slowly, but on time for the Vogue Winter Extravaganza.

They'd been traveling to the city more than normal, and they both agreed that they'd forgotten how crowded and hectic it could be, especially at the start of the holidays. It's just Halloween, but that's the top step of a slide that shoots straight into Thanksgiving, loop-de-loops for a few weeks, then slingshots into Christmas.

Isabelle is pretty good about leaving Kurt be when he needs time away and diverting business calls to his receptionist. But Sebastian’s phone wouldn’t stop ringing, which tends to happen when every client you have thinks they're your only client. He shut the damn thing off, but that didn’t solve the problem. It only delayed it for a while. Once he turned it back on, he found he had a million messages, both text and voice, and in less than a minute, it began to ring again.

Sebastian had to change his ring tone. As much as he loves the song Running Home to You, he got sick of hearing it so much.

He didn't want this vacation to be the catalyst that made him hate it.

Driving down the interstate from the Hummel house to their hotel, Sebastian looked tense, gripping the wheel so tightly, Kurt thought he might tear it off the steering column. Kurt's dad and stepmom had noticed Sebastian on edge, too. They offered to take Thomas for the night, giving Kurt and Sebastian some alone time at their hotel.

But Kurt couldn't wait till they got there.

He had to do something. He’d never seen Sebastian so wound up.

He was afraid that if he didn’t find a way to calm Sebastian down, he’d snap, veer off the highway in a rage, and drive straight into a tree.

Not really, but Kurt had an appreciation for the dramatic.

At most, Sebastian would get back to their room and spend the whole night watching Battlestar Galactica reruns on TV. 

He'd been prescribed medication for a chronic case of stress-related acid reflux and had suffered three major bouts of insomnia since the beginning of the fiscal year. Kurt didn’t want that to happen again, not here, where they had come back to the familiar to get away from it all.

Kurt had an idea, but he didn’t know quite how to execute it. It wasn’t exactly his idea. It came from an old movie his dad had been watching during A&E’s Salute to Steve Martin. Kurt had rolled his eyes when he saw it, thought it immature and uncouth. But looking at Sebastian, a vein throbbing in his neck from the anxiety of phone call avoidance, Kurt thought he would give it a try.

What could it hurt?

Kurt had given Sebastian countless hand jobs while driving before. A blow job couldn’t be much more difficult.

Sebastian was focused on the road, his brain caught in a web of issues that had nothing to do with Lima, Halloween, visiting his in-laws, or even Kurt. He didn’t notice Kurt undo the buckle of his belt, unbutton the fly of his jeans, then sneak underneath his arm to get at his flaccid member. It took Kurt grabbing his husband’s cock and sticking it in his mouth before Sebastian reacted, jumping at the unexpected sensation of hot and wet, then letting out a long gasp as that heat crept under his skin.

“God, Kurt,” Sebastian moaned. “W-what are you doing? You can’t … we shouldn’t … be doing that now.”

"Wow," Kurt mumbled. "That's quite a change of tune for the man who used to accept a b.j. pretty much anywhere."

"True, but I'm older. Wiser. Undecided as to whether or not I want my obituary to mention that this is how I died."

“You don’t think you’re a good enough driver to handle a little distraction?” Kurt looked up from Sebastian’s lap, a half-smile on his moistened lips.

“I didn’t say that.” That, to Kurt, was as good as the go-ahead, and he went back to circling the head of Sebastian’s cock with his tongue. “B-but …” Sebastian interrupted in a shuddering voice, “w-what if a cop notices your head in my lap and we get pulled over?”

Kurt climbed up Sebastian’s chest - right hand stroking slowly, the fingers of his left threading into his husband’s hair. “I’ll just tell that nosy officer that I was sitting here beside my sexy husband, getting hard and bothered, and I couldn’t help myself. I just had to have my mouth on him. Then I’d tell him to move along.”

Sebastian smirked. “You’d say that, hmm?”

“You bet your gorgeous ass I would.” And Kurt sank slowly back into his husband’s lap to get his mouth around him again.

“But I wanna be able to properly enjoy it,” Sebastian whined as his husband’s talented tongue began long laps up and down his shaft.

“If you don’t enjoy it,” Kurt purred, “I promise a repeat performance back at the hotel.”

“Mmm, I'm gonna hold you to that.”

“Please do.” Kurt paused a moment to kiss Sebastian gently down the length of his erection – soft little pecks he knew drove his husband wild. “So relax, keep your eyes on the road, and try not to kill us, okay?”

“O-okay,” Sebastian agreed, adjusting his seat as far back as it would go and toeing the pedals to let Kurt work his magic.

Kurt hadn’t meant to make this the best b.j. of Sebastian’s life. He didn't even think that was possible at this point in Sebastian's sexual life. He had hoped to keep his husband at a low boil, relax him but leave him a horny mess so that when they got back to their room, the real fun could begin. But Sebastian sounded like he was enjoying it so much, that he was so desperate to cum, it spurred Kurt on. He found himself doing everything he could to make his husband moan louder, buck up into his mouth, swear like a sailor.

It didn’t take long to get Sebastian to the point where he was shallowly, but rhythmically, snapping his hips. And even though Kurt had intended on torturing him all the way back to their hotel, he was kind of relieved. He had heard Sebastian’s car engine rev twice now. Kurt couldn’t get a good look at the speedometer, but he had a feeling his husband might be exceeding the speed limit.

“Oh, God, Kurt. I’m … I’m cumming, Kurt. I’m …” It was at the moment of his fantastic climax that Sebastian shut his eyes for a split second, opening them when a horn honked too loud and much too close for comfort. Sebastian turned the wheel abruptly, swerving out of the path of oncoming traffic and plowing into a tree. How ever he hit the aged oak, the airbags malfunctioned, which turned out to be a blessing since the force behind one of those deploying might have snapped Kurt’s neck. As it was, Sebastian had managed to slow down enough that, even though the damage to the vehicle looked tremendous, the two shaken men were able to unbuckle their seat belts and exit the car.

Kurt’s mother always said that a separate God looked after fools and children.

Kurt peeks up at the smoking remains of Sebastian’s demolished engine.

Kurt is a thirty-five-year-old man. That definitely makes him a fool.

Flashing lights approach from the slow lane and pull up beside Sebastian’s wrecked Porsche. Kurt knew a highway patrol officer would probably be along any time, but he still didn’t want to have to face up to what happened. Not to a man with a badge and a gun.

The officer doesn’t get out of his patrol car right away, which unnerves Kurt. But he has to remember that the man has things he has to do first: run Sebastian’s plates, check the secret police database to make sure it’s not stolen, that two men fitting their descriptions aren’t wanted by the law. When the officer does leave his car, he has in his possession the brightest flashlight Kurt has ever seen. He shines it almost in their eyes, its beam bouncing from Sebastian, who raises a hand and waves; to Kurt, who nods solemnly and looks down at his shoes; to the once immaculate black car, folded almost in half. Luckily, no one had pulled over with them, either to help them or harass them, so the only two people who know what happened are Kurt and Sebastian.

And Kurt intends on taking this to his grave.

“Good evening,” the officer says. “You gentlemen look like you got yourselves into a bit of trouble.”

“Yes, sir,” Sebastian says. “I’m afraid we did.”

“Are either of you hurt? Do you need medical attention?”

Kurt curls in on himself further, but Sebastian shakes his head, cool and calm, as if his husband isn’t trying to disappear into his own skin like the house at the end of the movie Poltergeist that crumbled inside out before blinking out of existence.

“No,” Sebastian answers. “Luckily, we both came out okay. Not even a scratch.”

“That’s good to hear.” The officer approaches them, wearing a genuine-enough smile. “Do you need a tow truck?”

“No.” Sebastian continues to carry the conversation while Kurt, maintaining a low profile, is quietly impressed by how collected his husband sounds. Maybe that blow job helped a little. Kurt has that to be proud of. It probably wasn’t worth a $60,000 car, though. “I contacted my insurance company. They’re sending a tow.”

“Great. In that case, can either one of you tell me what happened?”

Sebastian glances sideways at his mortified husband, a smile on his lips hiding multiple embarrassing remarks at Kurt’s expense.

“Uh, do you want to tell him what happened, Kurt?” Sebastian asks. “You did say that you’d handle it.”

“No,” Kurt replies quietly, holding himself tighter, thinking that now is not the appropriate time for his husband to be teasing him. Though, if Kurt had stuck to what was appropriate and waited till they got to their hotel room before deep-throating his husband, they might not be in this mess. “No, I do not.”

[ah-kasuna]

Puppetry in a Nutshell // ♥ I ♥

Pairing: SasoDei

AU: Art School

THIS IS THE 1ST PART AND MY VERY 1ST TRANSLATION ;_; I ain’t native speaker, so there will be mistakes I think, so please let me know about them, so I could fix em! Tbh it feels like doin it with the blindfold on, so XD Yeah, forgive me anyway. 

I hope you’ll like it!♥ Let me know what you think please! Love ya!

AND I DEDICATE IT TO @deidaraakasuna, U KNOW WHY♥♥♥

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Geidai.

The world-famous Fine Arts Academy, located in one of the most charming corners of Tokyo. 

A place that growing artists dream about, perceiving it as a mystical land of inspiration and creativity (until they see sculpture students playing with their own Pony ponies). 

The university to get to is a high-class feat, usually drenched in liters of alcohol and liters of tears in a later hangover. After all, who wouldn't get drunk on this occasion? 

I smiled at the vague memories as I unpacked my breakfast and shook my head fondly. Basically, this sentimental feeling of being an old woman with a bunch of grandchildren has accompanied me since the beginning of my sophomore year, when I watched the freshmen roaming the corridors in sweet ignorance of their fate. Fortunately or not, this intoxicating state faded into non-existent at the end of the first semester as the session approached. And it just so happened that it was just approaching, breaking the will to fight along the way and magically depriving the students of creative inspiration, the one necessary - as you can easily guess - to pass half a year at a group of charming leaders.

My gloomy eyes followed the classroom. Outside the corridor window, visible through the open door, a bird chirped merrily. The weather was beautiful - a typical Japanese spring. The cherries were blooming, scattering fragrant white-pink petals around, and I was rotting at the epicenter of All Evil, like a condemned man aware of what was about to happen. And which happened cyclically twice a week, because my goddamn ambition pushed me to apply for this equally damned university. And so I redeemed my sins before I died, regretting abandoning the idea of ​​self-improvement in the privacy of my modest (but equipped with a kettle and toaster!) Apartment. What more could you want?

I shoved a huge piece of bread in my mouth, which I chewed for five minutes before he graciously wanted to squeeze through my esophagus. A dry mouth like this meant only one thing: my brain finally picked up the information that puppetry classes were about to begin. For my despairing amusement, everyone was rushing to their seats, with shaking hands shoving paints, chisels, and the rest of the necessary utensils out of their bags, as if someone's life depended on the speed of their perfect arrangement on the table. I felt a sudden urge to laugh out loud.

If asked about the reason why the very thought of puppetry gave the vast majority of students sudden symptoms of delirium and depression, the answer would be simple, concise, and more eloquent than the potency pill ads: Hell Cerberus aka Sasori Akasuna. Officially - a lecturer in a terribly heavy and hated subject; in fact - the walking essence of the deepest pits of hell. What was it about him that wherever he went - everyone immediately cut off discussions and silly games? Well, the puppetry professor not only carefully nurtured the art of being laconic, cynical and ruthless. He was devilishly intelligent, even more talented and vindictive and possesive a tons of sophisticated sarcasm, which he liked to apply with the greatest pleasure to me. 

The bell rang. Everyone but me jumped up immediately and Akasuna entered the classroom. As always: in a perfectly matched shirt, elegant pants, a perfectly knotted tie and an equally perfect boredom on the face.

I reluctantly swallowed the rest of my bun, limiting myself to lazily lifting my ass off the chair and making a painful expression. Anyway, I was a loser at the outset, so I saw no point in putting on a similar play as the others, which only maked him sastisfied more. I clenched my fists automatically. Not this time, man!

The professor walked slowly towards the cathedral by stairs, giving the impression of a man who  scrupulously and deeply don't care for this worldly place and time. And perhaps I would even fall for his 'dun-give-a-shit' play, if I had not been marked by his hatred from the very first class. And yet, it's not like I did something to him, oh no. I was simply not susceptible to his mental puppet strings, so I stubbornly disagreed with him on the essence of the art. For him, the highest dimension of beauty were - horror of horrors - goofy make-uped puppets; for me, the art was much less crude carving in plastic materials, where every little movement could fix or spoil everything. And the wood? It was too patient, too tough, hard to work with, unresponsive to the tender touch of trained hands, and it had splinters ...

Everything happened according to the established order. Akasuna checked the attendance, gave an excruciatingly boring spiel about our laziness and talentlessness (noting that exams were coming up), and then had everyone make an individual puppet design. I groaned woefully like the rest of them, reluctantly reaching into my bag for a sketchbook and a set of pencils.

I loved nothing so much as wasting my time gouging dolls. To my left, a class idiot Tobi, wrapped in an orange and black scarf almost under his nose, looked at me as if I was a revelation of heavens.

"Don't even try," I said, feeling what was happening." We'll be kicked out both."

The guy made cat eyes, but said nothing more, and I went to work. I was drawing the lines in concentration, letting my mind wander along the definitely nice tracks, and in the end I turned off mind for good. And I would have been drawing in peace so I'd probably have finished this stupid task if that black-haired moron at the desk next to mine had not disturbed me with his grunts accompanying his neck stretching towards my work. 

It was the end of my composure. I lifted my head from the project and cursed him to the next five generation, supporting my words with a discreet but well-hit kick. There was a muffled groan.

"Kawamoto, shall you explain me what are you doing?" I immediately heard the distinctive, bored tone of his voice and stiffened on my chair. 

The professor was standing a few steps away from me, eyebrows raised and hands folded across his chest.

"Should I take you to the playground?"

"I'm trying to work, professor," I grunted, holding back the appropriate retort and wondering how the heck did he materialized at my desk.

"Good choice of words, indeed." The corner of his mouth curled up in a cynical smile. "Then be that kind and continue your trials in peace, unless you prefer to try at another university."

I felt my blood flooding. Tobi inhaled loudly, knowing what awaited him at the break, and Akasuna leisurely returned to the cathedral, occasionally glancing at me with hideous satisfaction.

I hated him. I hated him most sincerely and most earnestly, with particular emphasis on his physicality, which, despite the sadistic nature, made most of the female students' knees soften and their tongues tangled. Because exactly! He wasn't just a psychopath. He was a disgustingly handsome psychopath who was well aware of this fact and was not embarrassed to make use of it.

Unfortunately, it happened that he accidentaly found out about my moderate interest in the opposite sex, and from that moment he enjoyed torturing me with himself, perfectly guessing my preferences and weaknesses.

"May you rot in these shavings," I drawled under my breath, sticking a pencil on a blank sheet of paper and tracing a busty doll in a ballerina costume on it, with revenge paints 'Miss Sasori' on her exposed ass. And I would probably enjoy this piece of finest art until the end of the class, if I hadn't realized what my "blank sheet" was and why I just sentenced myself to death. I scribbled a porn image of the puppetry professor on the outline.

The bell rang.

"I would like to remind you that today we have the deadline for submitting the presentation plans to pass," his voice occurred to me as if through a fog.

Did I really hoped it would end well? With my heart pounding in the chest, I tore the rubber band out of my pocket, trying to erase the traces of my crime, as I caught above me the distinctive smell of his perfume.

"It was especially to you, Kawamoto," he announced icily, slipping the battered paper out from under my hands with a nimble movement. 

He attached it to the stack of papers he held, without even glaring at it, and left me sitting at the desk with a silent scream of terror on my face.

[ragewerthers]

Curiosity And The Cat

Summary: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.

Apparently Ardyn though he understood this proverb perfectly.

He didn't.

And now his long suffering husband has to deal with the consequences of his actions.

A/n: Hello!  This is another fun prompt from my friend @bgn846​ for our F3S!

Her prompt was:

' "I don't think that's your size…" with either Cor or Noct’ and this was what popped into my head XD  It was ridiculous and fun to write all in one and I hope it reads as lightheartedly!

You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27902737

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: 1900 ---------------------------------- “You… are a ridiculous, infuriating man and you absolutely deserve this,” Cor said, taking a sip of his coffee as he leaned against the doorframe leading into their bedroom.

“Would you believe me... if... I said... that this was.... absolutely unintentional?” Ardyn wheezed, looking up at the steel blue eyes of his husband from his collapsed position on their bed.

Now Ardyn had been through many things in his life.  He’d been used as a scourge sponge, a sacrificial lamb to the astrals and as a pin cushion for his little brother… but by far the scathing look his darling Marshal was leveling him with now was probably what had hurt his pride the deepest.

“Did no one ever teach you that curiosity killed the cat?” Cor asked with a deep sigh, stepping into the room and setting his mug on one of the nightstands as he folded his arms over his chest.

Ardyn offered up a weak smile, his legs and arms numb enough at this point that he couldn’t even bother to reach out to his darling husband.

“Did no one bother to... to teach you the rest of the verse?  Curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction... brought him back,” he panted with a smug little smile.

Cor ran a hand over his face as he listened to this, shaking his head.  “So… what?  This is a result that you’re happy enough with to repeat it?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Clearing his throat a little, Ardyn looked away from the expression Cor was now giving him to stare at the rather interesting patterns of their ceiling.  “Perhaps… not the best outcome I’ll admit.  Should’ve… thought my words out more… carefully.  Bit hard when you… can’t breath..”

“And whose fault is that, hmm?” Cor asked as he finally stepped closer and truly got a good look at the idiot.

For as brilliant as Ardyn was, the man could also be amazingly inept.

Like the time he thought adding regular dish soap to the dishwasher would work just as well.  “Well we didn’t have dishwashers when I was growing up centuries ago!”

Or the time he decided to wash his red scarf with Cor’s white shirts.  “What?  If we didn’t have dishwashers do you honestly think we had washing machines?”

But this… this had to take the cake for the most idiotic thing he’d ever bore witness to.

Ardyn had taken it upon himself to try and fit into Cor’s old Crownsguard fatigues.  Whether it was because he thought it would be funny, sexy or simply because he thought he’d look good in them, Cor couldn’t even pretend to hazard a guess.  Now the man lay on their bed all but busting at the seams.  The trousers kept his legs sticking almost straight out and the jacket was hugging his chest so tightly a button was more than likely going to bust and put someone's eye out if he took a deep breath. Luckily his chest was so constricted that it didn’t seem to be a problem at the moment.

“Ya know… I really don’t think that’s your size, love,” Cor said, trying hard to fight back the amused smile attempting to take over his features.

Ardyn glared up at him and Cor’s smile finally won out.

“Such wit… such banter… remind me to seek your… your sharp tongue during the… next council meeting,” Ardyn gasped out, making an abortive attempt at moving his hands while he spoke.  The fact that he couldn’t making him scowl much to Cors amusement as he knew how expressive Ardyn liked to be.

Cor snorted at the ridiculous display and shook his head.  “Really?  You’re still gonna attempt to act all high brow when you’re like… this?” he asked, moving closer and sending a little poke to Ardyn's stomach, listening to the man grumble.

“Ooooh... just you wait until I’m... free of these earthly bonds,” Ardyn growled in his sonorous voice, eyes narrowed up at his smirking darling. “You will be... in so much trouble.”

“I think I can handle a man who got stuck in a pair of trousers three times too small for him,” Cor chuckled, walking around the bed and surveying the situation to try and figure out the best way to extricate his darling.

Ardyn huffed at the comment, his glare morphing into a look of resignation.  “Fair enough,” he acquiesced, watching the way Cor circled him like a bird of prey. “You know… you always look handsome with… your thinking face on,” Ardyn said with a charming smile quirking up the corners of his lips.

Cor rolled his eyes at that and moved to kneel on the bed, shuffling closer as he began to try and undo the buttons of his former Crownsguard jacket.  “This isn’t my thinking face.  This is my ‘my husband makes me question my sanity’ face,” he said as he began the careful process of trying to undo the tightly fastened buttons so that nothing would spring free and bean him in the forehead.  “How did you manage this?!  You can’t even move your arms!”  Cor growled in frustration after a few minutes, managing to undo at least one button before moving on to fumble with the next.

Ardyn’s smile grew and he wiggled his fingers.  “A miracle, my dear,” he said, looking so pleased with himself.

Cor paused, looking up at the man with the most bored expression he could muster..  “... a miracle?”

Ardyn nodded, puffing his chest out proudly… or rather trying to, though the stretch of fabric had Cor wincing in sympathy for his poor uniform. “Yes.  A miracle... that my arms didn’t lose feeling in them... until... I was able to do up the last button,” he said with a cheeky smile.

Cor hung his head, heaving a deep sigh.  “Ridiculous.”

“Resilient,” Ardyn shot back, the smirk on his lips looking far too good there.

Cor looked up, narrowing his eyes.  “Impossible.”

“Impressive.”

“Foolish.”

“Fetching,” Ardyn offered in reply, giving the saddest little shimmy of his hips and that’s when it happened.

The sound of ripping fabric… the pop of a thread breaking away from its mortal coil… and finally the resounding plink of a vengeful trouser button making contact with the forehead of the Immortal.

“SHIVA’S TITS!” Cor shouted, his hands flying up to cover his poor stinging head and blocking out the room as it fell into absolute silence following the mini chaos.

Everything seemed to come to a halt, like time itself was afraid to move forward for fear of Cor’s wrath.

And then, just as quickly, the silence was broken by a snort and quickly followed by deep, unrestrained laughter. Ardyn tried desperately to keep himself in check, but it was no use.

“Ahahastral’s above!” he laughed whole-heartedly, tears of mirth in his eyes as Cor peeked out from his hands, wishing he was more upset with the laughter then he was.

“Stop it!  You’re going to pop another button!” Cor growled as he watched the remaining buttons all but crying out for help. His hands lowered, hovering over his husband’s chest in the hopes his reflexes could save him from another battle scar. The comment mixed with the look of horror on Cor’s face only seemed to egg on his poor sweetheart.  Ardyn’s laughter had reached the wheezing stage and  was going into a higher pitch that always surprised Cor considering how deep his husband’s voice normally was.

“Ihihihit s-sounded so stuhuhuhpihihihid!” Ardyn tried to say, giggling ridiculously and making Cor smile despite the stinging on his forehead and in his pride.  “Plink!” Ardyn squeaked before laughing so hard he went silent, shoulders and chest still shaking with the force of it.  Sadly Cor couldn’t help finding himself joining in.

“Y-you are such a prihihick,” Cor chuckled, getting a whine from his husband who was trying and failing to get himself under control.

“Stahahap… my… my sihihides,” Ardyn wheezed before another fit of giggles escaped him.

Cor rolled his eyes fondly, shaking his head as his poor husband continued to try and fail to calm from the ridiculous accident.  “I hope this will teach you a lesson then.  Your actions have consequences,” Cor said with mock sternness, pointing to his forehead.

Ardyn’s bright gold eyes turned to his husband then, gaze flicking up to the small welt with four perfect little button holes now starting to rise on the man's forehead.

And any ground he’d gained in trying to calm himself was tossed out the window as his laughter picked up again.

Cor sighed at the reaction though a smile remained on his face.

Eventually, Ardyn was able to calm himself, though a few bubbling giggles would manage to work their way free as Cor once again began to try and free him.

“I… promise to think my actions through next time,” Ardyn said, finally taking in a proper lungful of breath as Cor managed to get the last button of his old coat undone on his husband's chest.

“Next time?” Cor asked, helping to maneuver Ardyn’s arms out of the sleeves.  “If you think I’m not putting this outfit under lock and key so you can’t get to it again, you’re wrong.”

Ardyn chuckled, giving a happy little sigh as his arms were finally free and wiggling his fingers to get some blood flowing back in them.  “I meant in general, Lion Heart.  Lest I manage to hurt you again,” Ardyn said, and though mirth remained in his eyes, Cor could hear the underlying regret.  Regret that something he had done had hurt someone he loved.

“Don’t even think about it,” Cor said, smiling a bit more at the slightly surprised expression he got from his husband.  He let his eyes move to meet Arydn’s ducking down to press a chaste kiss to his brow.  “You’re ridiculous, curious and absolutely perfect the way you are.  If you weren’t getting into trouble one way or another I’d think something was wrong,” he teased gently.

Arydn’s ears flushed slightly at the comments, the only tell he really had that the words had found their mark perfectly.  “Does… this mean that I’m not in trouble for the button to the forehead incident?” he asked, giving a little yelp as Cor flicked the center of his own forehead before sitting up.

“I think we’re even now.  And I think losing feeling to your limbs is punishment enough.  Now… lift your hips while I try to shuck these pants off you,” Cor said simply, getting up to stand at the end of the bed.

Ardyn threw an arm over his forehead dramatically, the other clutched over his chest. “You really know how to speak to a man, don’t you?  Who says romance is dead?  My heart beats madly!  My insides all a quiver!” he said, pretending to swoon.

“Ridiculous.”

“And you love it.”

Cor couldn’t stop from smiling at that, reaching down to grab the bottoms of his former trousers.  “I do… now… hang on tight.”

“Oooh~ I haven’t heard you talk like this since our honeymo-AH!!”

Sadly the yank may have had a bit too much force behind it... and Ardyn may or may not have completely disregarded the warning as he was all but pulled from the bed and the pair ended up in a pile on the floor.  

Laughter soon echoed around their bedroom once more.

[leeyuunmi]

Love & Producer KR: Victor Rose Date 「장미 데이트」 Part 4

Please do not repost this anywhere else.

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After eating a late lunch and seeing Victor’s retreating back. I felt bad that I cannot go to the ‘Rose Festival’. But it is not so bad to spend time with the two of us like this.

At this time, the bottle of red wine on the low shelf caught my attention. I got curious and looked at the wine bottle. Unexpectedly, this wine had no label.

Victor: Do you still want to drink after passing out due to the heat?

Victor’s sudden voice from above was heard and surprised me.

MC: I’m just curious… Did you just buy this? Why is there no label?

Victor: This is a special wine I found in the market. The taste is special.

MC: Special? Was it brewed by a famous craftsman?

Suddenly I felt the value of the wine infront of me. The shape of the bottle also looked special.

Victor: It’s not the craftsman. Didn’t you want to find the ‘most beautiful rose’ earlier?

I couldn’t understand the meaning of his words, and he didn’t continue to explain. He skilfully opened the bottle and poured rose-coloured wine into a glass.

The scent of the liquor spread in the air was mixed with a light and pleasant scent. I took a deep breathe.

MC: What scent is this?

Victor raised his eyebrows and gave surprised look.

Victor: I didn’t know when people get heatstroke they also lose their sense of smell.

I didn’t respond to his sarcasm and took the wine glass, raising it up close to my face, smelling the pale floral scent.

MC: It’s rose! Can you actually make alcohol from rose?

Victor: It’s not made of roses. But, it’s tastes like one.

MC: Can I try it?

Instead of answering, Victor took the glass away, before saying:

Victor: No.

MC: Victor, Mr Victor, CEO Victor. Please let me try it! My heatstroke is complete gone!

I got up and approached Victor. He raised the glass to a height that I couldn’t reach even if I tip-toed. I had not choice but to give up in anger.

MC: Fine.

Victor: Later you…

MC: Just kidding!

While he lowered his guard, I jumped and snatched the glass.

Because of my unsteady footing, I lost my balance and ended up falling on Victor. He reflectively stepped back forgetting the bed behind him.

After that confusing second, Victor falls on the bed scattering the rose petals along with him.

I was lying on top of him, mind completely blank, my face still giving the expression of excitement and victory from snatching the glass earlier.

The glass that was the cause of this was on the bed, contents spilled on the covers, even soaking my hands.

I stared blankly, taking in the scene before me as the scent of the rose lingers around us.

Victor who was under me, sighed deeply. Lose hair strands on his eyes, softening his sharp appearance.

Victor: I didn’t mean to not give it.

While speaking, I can feel the vibration of his chest as we are pressed together closely.

Regaining my senses, my face turned red trying to get up.

But Victor grabbed my wrist and I fell back to his chest.

Victor: You need to change your habit of running away when things happen.

His narrowed eyes were looking for changes in my expression. While his expression is the same as usual, making me embarrassed.

Unlike his calm expression, he is unable to hide the heat from his body transferring to me through the thin fabric of this clothes causing my body to heat up as well.

The air seemed to be burning, and I can feel my rapid heart beat.

Dugun- dugun- even my voice trembles.

MC: I will change it… later…

Victor: I’ve already heard that many times.

His hands around my waist were like magnets and pulled us closer.

MC: This is an accident.

I explained in a small voice and avoided his gaze.

MC: I was just curious about the taste of this wine.

Victor: You are only allowed one sip.

MC: You said it!

The air was still full of the smell of wine making the atmosphere feel warmer.

I bring my wine-soaked hand to my lips, gently licking it with the tip of my tongue.

A touch of sweetness spreads to my brain. The bitterness of it with a hint of rose. It’s a surprisingly attractive flavor.

Victor pauses, his eyes turn darker and his voice husky.

Victor: Are you stupid?

It was only after hearing him, I realized what I was doing. In an instant, my ears turned hot.

MC: We already tasted the wine… we…

Victor grabbed my hand before I could retreat. With an irresistible pressure, he pulls me closer.

Tok – droplets of sweat trails down from my face and fell on his collarbone.

His Adam’s apple bobs. And he uses his other hand to loosen his tie in a rough manner and releases a low laugh.

Victor: Who says I have already tried it?

In my defenceless state, he pulled my palm closer to him and sticks out his tongue like I did earlier, gently licking the red wine on my palm.

Rose wine and his red tongue. These colors became so vivid that they seemed to prick my eyes.

My breathing and heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment, and the tingling feeling on my palm quickly penetrated my whole body like an electric current.

While doing this, he keeps his eyes on me without blinking.

Trembling under his gaze, another bead of sweat fell down off my temple. I want to escape, but I couldn’t.

The emotion arising in his deep eyes were like wave of waves.

Victor: It tastes good.

MC: !!

I widen my eyes and pulled back as though I was electrocuted. Victor didn’t stop me this time, letting me get up from the bed, almost tripping.

Victor: Don’t move so recklessly.

Victor reached out and grabbed my waist, his low husky voice in my ear.

MC: Victor…

Victor: The ‘most beautiful rose’ is not just a rose.

His lowered his head to my ear, his lips almost touching it. I can barely concentrate on his words.

The curtains were lifted and the view of a small town dyed in dusk appeared in front of us.

Victor: The sky is the most beautiful part of this town.

He said, I looked up with wide, surprised eyes.

MC: …It’s beautiful!

A rosy sunset spread from the horizon. The clouds draped over a long distance and settled in the atmosphere. In the sky, the clouds resembled waves.

The sky of this small town looks like a rose waiting to bloom.

Victor: The color of sunset you see in this town is very special.

Victor: This is the most beautiful rose I have ever found.

His soft, tender voice rang in my ear. I immediately realized what Victor meant.

Originally, I wanted him to have a unique travel experience. I didn’t think that we would be the one giving me this in the end.

Victor reached out, hugging me. The look in his eyes more tender than the sunset.

Victor: Close your eyes.

I followed him and closed my eyes. His hot breath getting close and closer, a soft touch soon reached my lips.

Victor put his hand behind my head, deepening the kiss.

His movements were smooth and powerful. The intense stimulation spreads from the tip of this tongue all the way to my depths.

His fingers that gently rubbing my back gives me thrills.

The hot air slowly cooled down as the sun went down, but the temperature continues to rise along with the entanglement of our lips and tongues.

All my senses were completely taken by Victor’s presence. His breathing, his tender licks, his arm on my waist and his heartbeat from his chest…

Before I know it, I tighten my grip on his arm like someone who is about to lose consciousness.

The clouds in the distance finally spread out like a rose waiting to bloom for a long time.

The curtains pulled back and the room falls in to a dim warmth.

The deep and profound floral scent was slowly getting thicker in the dark air.

————— END —————

It was hard to translate this without squealing or hyperventilating. Srs. XD

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Homecoming

Hey guys! So I know my next upload was supposed to be the second part to Decisions (which is still coming!), but I wanted to upload this really quick since it was recently homecoming for one of the colleges in my hometown and I had the idea to make it an imagine. Also, this imagine doesn’t have Florian as the main, and instead has someone new that I would like to start writing for! I’m still gonna write for Florian though so don’t worry lol. Ok that’s pretty much it and hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Lewis Tan x Black Reader

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 4,965 (sorry if it’s long)

Walking through the airport, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, as the excitement building in your body could no longer be contained. Although you weren’t outside yet, just knowing you were back in your hometown made you giddy, along with the fact that you would soon see all of your family and friends.

It was homecoming for your college alma mater, which meant that the whole city would be celebrating since it was pretty much the biggest annual event. You were also excited for your boyfriend, Lewis, to finally meet all the important people in your life. In all honesty, you were a bit nervous too since you wanted everyone to love him as much as you did, but you weren’t concerned about it though.

From the occasional phone, and Facetime, call you guys would have with your parents, they seemed to like him and get along well with each other. Given being in the same room for an extended amount of time is very different from talking on the phone with someone, you still felt it in your heart that you didn’t have to worry.

Driving to the hotel, you nod along to Freaky Friday playing on the radio and wiggle in your seat dancing, which made Lewis softly laugh. “What? Are you judging my dancing?,” you ask with a laugh, taking turns looking at him and the road. “No I just think it’s cute how excited you are,” he answers leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.

“I can’t help it! It’s homecoming and there’s so much coming up and plus you being here for it and meeting everyone. I promise you’re gonna have so much fun while you’re here and if you don’t I owe you a free trip of your choice,” you offer parking in front of the hotel. “Well anywhere within reason.”

“I’ll take your offer, but as long as I’m with you I know I’ll have fun,” he replies leaning over to kiss you once more before getting out of the car to go check in.

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“AUNTIE Y/N IS FINALLY HERE!! OHH AND SHE BROUGHT HER MAN WITH HER!!,” your 10-year-old niece, Kimia, yells from the front porch as she runs to hug you halfway. “Tell the whole state then Mia!,” you laugh as you bend down to hug her back. “Where is everyone else? Inside?”

“Yep, they said it was too hot out here so they stayed inside,” she answers before looking up at Lewis with hands on her hips, “And you must be Mr. Lewis Tan.”

“That I am, and who might I have the pleasure of speaking to?,” he asks with a smile squatting down to be somewhat at eye level with her.

“I’m Kimia, Auntie Y/N’s favorite and adorable niece. Pleasure to make your acquaintance” she answers holding her hand out for him to shake and causing both you and Lewis to look at her in a mix of shock and amazement. “The pleasure is all mine ma’am,” Lewis softly laughs shaking her hand.

“Now that we’ve formally met, what are your intentions with my aunt?,” Kimia asks, arms now across her chest. “Ok! Why don’t we go inside yeah? Also remind me to have a talk with your dad,” you laugh leading both of them inside the house before any other questions could be asked.

“AYEE!!! There they are!!,” your brother AJ shouts from the kitchen, walking up to hug you then Lewis. “How was your flight?”

“It was good, and you’ve got Mia taking over for you and dad’s interrogations now?,” you laugh playfully hitting his arm. “Hey it’s not my fault she’s protective of her aunt, which is how it’s supposed to be,” he answers winking at Kimia and making her quietly giggle.

“About time yall got here! I thought I was gonna have to send a search party for you,” your mom, Eleanor, greets walking in from the living room with your dad, Ace, by her side. Smiling wider than ever, you lightly jog to their spot to hug both your parents. It amazed you how the warmth of their hug still had the power to comfort you just as it did when you were a little girl.

“Lewis you come here too, there’s plenty of hugs to go around!,” Eleanor smiles holding out one of her arms so he can join the group hug, to which he happily obliges. The rest of the evening was spent talking with your family and filling them in on everything happening with you in LA, as well as eating some of your favorite foods your mom decided to make due to your arrival.

Of course both your brother and dad had to question Lewis a bit more to “get a feel for him” as they said before leading him outside to sit on the porch, leaving you in the living room with your mom and niece. “So what do you think of Lewis mom?,” you nervously ask breaking the momentary silence in the room. “I already told you when you asked me that a while back on the phone, he’s nice,” she smiles as she flips through the channels to see what’s on.

“I know, but that was you guys meeting him over the phone. Now that you’ve met him in person does your first impression still stand?,” you ask sitting up straight and fidgeting with your fingers. Placing the remote down Eleanor sits up, now seated slightly on the edge of her recliner to place her hand on top of yours.

“Sweetie as long as you’re happy with him, and want to be with him, that’s what’s important and it really doesn’t matter what me or your dad think. Since you asked though, I see that he’s caring, respectful, and treats you well which, makes me happy and is all I want out of a boyfriend for you,” she finishes with a gentle squeeze of your hand causing you to smile back at her.

Although your mom was right that all that mattered was how you felt about him, you still wanted to make sure the family dynamics would be ok in the event that he would be there in the future. Not that you and Lewis planned on getting married anytime soon, but still it was something important for you to know. “Yea I like him too auntie and he’s cute,” your niece adds from her pillow seat on the floor.

“Thanks Mia, and let me find out you’re trying to steal my man,” you laugh as you softly throw a small pillow at her, making her stick her tongue out at you with a laugh. After talking for a while more, you and Lewis decided it was time to head back to the hotel since you guys would have a busy day tomorrow.

First would be brunch with two of your best friends from college, next pre-gaming at another friend’s house before going to the football game that evening, and finally finishing at your parents house for the annual cookout, which would include your other family members as well.

Arriving back at the hotel, you showered and completed your nighttime routine before climbing into the warm king sized bed and curling up in the sheets, while Lewis took his turn in the bathroom. Watching an episode of the Golden Girls, you hear your phone chime showing texts from Sydney, one of your best friends you were meeting tomorrow.

Sydney: Please tell me you made it ok, or could still make it at all? If you say you had to cancel so help me I’ll call your boss and cuss him out myself!

Y/N: Lol girl relax! Me and Lewis are here. We’re still on for brunch tomorrow right? And everything after?

Sydney: Ok good and of course! I can’t wait to meet Mr. Tan ;) lol and neither can Jay

Y/N: Lol that wink scares me, lets not discuss anything embarrassing about me tomorrow please xD. And let Jay know that my dad and AJ already gave him all possible degrees so no further need for interrogating lol

Sydney: Oh boy, poor baby probably felt like he was in a courtroom with all those questions lmao, but ok girl I gotta go put thing 1 and 2 to bed. See you tomorrow!!

Y/N: Don’t call my godbabies that lol and ok see you tomorrow!

“Golden Girls again?,” Lewis jokes as he finishes drying his hair and slides into bed next to you. “Don’t act like you don’t like them, I’ve caught you watching them without me multiple times,” you laugh snuggling up to him and lying your head on his chest as you breathe in his spring water scented body wash.

“AJ told me how when you guys were little, you would steal the remote from him and turn the channel so you could watch this show, which is why he can’t stand it,” he laughs lightly dragging his fingertips up and down your arm. “Ok but did he tell you how he ripped the heads off not one, but TWO of my Barbie dolls?,” you ask sitting up to see him throw his head back in laughter.

“Yea your dad said that after. We talked a lot about our childhoods while we were outside as well as other things,” he winks, which definitely tells you that things you’d rather be left unmentioned were discussed. “I can only imagine how that talk went then,” you laugh lying your head back down on his chest. “Also sorry about the interrogation that I’m sure also happened.”

“You don’t have to apologize, they’re just being protective, which I totally understand. If we have a daughter I already know I’ll be the same with her,” he softly chuckles. “Did he just say what I think he said?!,” you think to yourself sitting up once again to meet his brown eyes, a slightly confused expression on your face.

You guys had discussed how you wanted to have families one day, but hadn’t yet discussed if either one of you saw the other in that family as well. It’s not that you didn’t want him in it, because Lord knows you felt that he could be the one at the 6-month mark of your relationship, but you didn’t know if he felt the same. And you dared not bring it up in fear of jinxing anything, so you just left it alone.

“Wait, if we have a daughter?,” you ask to make sure you heard him correctly, his eyes closing as he pinched the bridge of his nose at the realization of what he just said.

“Ugh I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Not that I don’t mean it though!,” he quickly corrects propping himself up on his elbows noticing how your expression slightly fell at his confession. “I didn’t want to say it because I didn’t want to scare you off thinking I was trying to rush things, which I’m not. I mean if it happens it happens, but it’s not like I want kids now and I’m sure you feel the same.”

“No yeah, I still want to wait a good while before having kids,” you softly laugh, “It just caught me off guard since we’ve never really talked about us having kids together or even if we wanted each other in our futures.”

“Yea which is another reason why I thought bringing it up would make you feel uncomfortable,” he adds with a sigh now sitting fully upright against the headboard. “Well now that it’s all out, yes I’m in love with you Y/N and definitely want you in my future. And like I said if we have a daughter, I will be just as protective of her as your family is of you,” he smiles as a blush rises to his cheeks.

“I’m in love with you too Lewis and have definitely seen you in my future for a while now,” you respond taking his hand in yours and bringing it to your lips to kiss. “And I’m glad to hear that you’d be protective over our daughter and I will be equally protective of her.”

“Just kiss me already,” you both heard Blanche seductively say from the TV to one of her many suitors making both you and Lewis laugh from the timing. “Alright Blanche you don’t have to tell me twice,” he responds bringing his hand up to cradle the side of your head as he leans in until his lips met yours. “Oh so you know the character names now?,” you ask with a smirk interrupting your intimate moment.

“Hush you,” he softly laughs kissing you again as he gently pulls you down with him.

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With J. Cole’s Middle Child playing in the background, you finished putting on the last of your makeup, choosing to go for a lighter look than the usual full face you would wear to brunch or a party considering how hot it would be today. Looking over yourself in the mirror, you sway a bit to the song and rap along, happy with your final look.

“Syd I’d just like to say for the record that if we’re late, it’s not my fault it’s missy’s over here with her performance,” Lewis jokes walking in recording you with his phone. Turning towards him, you continue rapping and dancing along, causing him to laugh.

“Alright I’m done. Also let’s not act like you weren’t the one who made us late to the Wu Assassins premiere because ‘Babe this outfit doesn’t look right, I need help’,” you mock making him playfully roll his eyes before pulling you into him to kiss the top of your head. “You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?,” he asks as you grab your purse ready to leave.

“Nope, probably not,” you giggle as you reach up to quickly peck his lips causing him to chuckle. After making sure you both had everything you needed, you left to join Sydney and Jay for brunch, which you already knew would be wild.

Knowing the restaurant would be busy from how many people would be in town to celebrate, Jay made the reservation ahead of time to ensure that you all would have a table saved. And from seeing how full the place was when you guys arrived, you made sure to thank past Jay for looking after you guys.

Meeting up with your friends was always a good time filled with laughs and stories, both old and new. Upon seeing each other, hugs and squeals from your excitement seemed to be the only thing that you guys could do, leading to apologies to those around who were now looking at you guys with amused, and some annoyed, expressions.

After introductions were done, it was if your friends had known Lewis for longer than a couple minutes from how the conversation immediately took off and everyone seemed to be enjoying their time. Of course they had to include their favorite stories of you, which were the ones you’d rather him not know about.

A couple of hours later, you all had finished your meals and it was time to pregame at your other friend, Troy’s, house. While you guys were all still in college, he started throwing pregame parties in his apartment, but after too many complaints, he had to stop for some time. Luckily now he was in his own place and had neighbors who were at a good enough distance that they wouldn’t be disrupted by all the noise, so the tradition could continue.

Walking into the two-story residence, you all were met with music blasting and chatter everywhere from people being scattered about. Trying to find Troy to let him know you guys had made it, you and Lewis followed close behind your friends. In typical Troy fashion, he was in the game room playing beer pong and surrounded by a few guys you didn’t know.

“Let me guess, you’re losing?,” Sydney announced causing him to turn around and immediately engulf her in one of his famous bear hugs. “Now you know I don’t lose in beer pong. If you’d like to be reminded though, you’re more than welcome to play next,” he replied with a smirk as he turned and threw the small, white ball and made it into the last cup.

“Alright set em up then! I got my DD so I’m good,” she smiled referring to her husband, Terrance, who had met up with you guys at the party so you guys could ride to the game together. “Remember we got a game to go to in the sun and heat, you better not get sick,” Jay quipped as he hugged Troy next.

“Yes I remember dad,” Sydney replied with a small laugh causing Jay to hold up his hands in surrender. “I’m just saying, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Yoo! Isn’t that the dude from Deadpool?!,” Troy asked completely overlooking you and dapping your boyfriend. “What are you doing here man?”

“He’s here with me, also hey I’m doing great thanks for asking,” you answer crossing your arms and feigning as if your mad. “My bad Y/N I got distracted,” he laughs giving you a hug.

“I’m just playing, after all this time I’m used to it happening,” you reply turning to wink at Lewis, making him softly chuckle in response. “How’ve you been though? Also this house is amazing!”

“Thank you and I’ve been good! Just trying to make it out here,” he answers leaning back on the table. “So you guys just in town for the game or you staying longer?”

“We’re here for a week actually, so we’re here for a while,” you answer. “Ok good! You already know we gotta hang while you’re here. That is if you guys are free and it won’t cause too much of an uproar,” he responds looking from you to Lewis.

“Nah we can hang, I don’t really get stopped here like I would in LA so I’m taking full advantage of it,” Lewis chuckles. “Oh I guess it’d be messed up if we asked for you to teach us some moves then,” one of the guys you didn’t know confessed rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

“Nah it’s cool! Babe I’ll be out back ok,” he cheerily responded kissing your cheek before leading the group of men to the backyard. Seeing them through the window, it immediately brought a smile to your face and you felt your heart burst. They reminded you of a group of kids each trying out moves and closely watching Lewis to make sure they were performing them correctly.

While they were outside, you and your friends continued your conversations inside. Sydney and Troy played a total of three rounds of beer pong since Sydney insisted on playing until she won a round, going against the words of you, Jay, and Terrance, which were to stop after Troy won the first two rounds. “You guys seem to forget that I have a high tolerance,” is all she said before focusing back on the game and her goal of defeating Troy.

Soon after, it was time to go find Lewis so you guys could leave for the game and make sure you could get to your seats without too much of a problem. Looking outside, you didn’t see him or any of the guys he was with earlier so you figured he was somewhere inside. Walking down the hall you could hear his laughs along with the other men coming from the kitchen.

The small smile on your face slightly fell as you see an unknown woman trying to slyly squeeze next to Lewis with two drinks in her hand. “Uh uh! She better not be trying to do what I think she is,” Sydney announced beside you, starting to walk over to her before you held your hand out to stop her.

“I got this Syd, you guys go ahead and get in the car,” you instructed before swaying over to the group of men as if you were innocently dancing to Crew Love beginning to play overhead, until you were in front of Lewis. Not caring if you bumped into her, or about the nasty look she was probably giving you, you swayed your hips even more making him smile and bend down so you could hear him.

“What are you doing?” he whispered with a small laugh, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m coming to get you so we can leave,” you smile back before pecking his lips. Trying to make it as if she was just minding her business, you could hear the woman humming along to the song as she sipped her drink.

“You must be really thirsty to have 2 drinks,” you inquire with a fake smile as you crossed in front of her, to which she quickly smiled back before leaving to another area in the house. “Petty Labelle strikes again!,” you heard Sydney yell from the door while clapping before being gently pulled to the car by Terrance shaking his head.

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“So you’re telling me between four people, none of yall have Advil, Aleve, Tylenol, or nothing?!,” Sydney fusses with her shades on as she rubs her temples. Although she was only a bit tipsy, being in the direct sun paired with her lack of water caused her to have a headache towards the beginning of the game. Plus the walk to the stadium in the sun didn’t help.

Squeezing between the hundreds of people there, you eventually made your way to your seats, but after a quarter of feeling like sardines in a can, you guys decided to go to the top corner of the stadium since it wasn’t as packed. “Nope sorry Syd. I have water though, maybe that will make it go away,” you suggest handing her your half empty bottle.

“I tried to get you to buy some Gatorade, but someone said no because ‘they don’t have the flavor I like’,” Terrance teased causing Sydney to smack his arm. “If you really loved me you would go try to find the flavor I like,” she responded folding her arms like an angry toddler about to throw a fit.

“I’m not walking around this whole stadium and giving myself a heat stroke just for a Gatorade! What I can do is walk downstairs and get you some water to help with your head though,” he answered finishing in a baby like voice before kissing her forehead and walking down the steps. “I can’t stand him sometimes,” she responds shaking her head once he was far enough away and making Jay, Lewis, and yourself burst out laughing.

“Whatever you know he was telling the truth, which is why you couldn’t even say that without laughing,” Jay retorts nudging her knee with his and making her laugh more. “Yea yea whatever, enough about me though. Look at the cute couple enjoying their first college game!,” she awes before snapping a candid picture of you and Lewis seeing that both of you were too wrapped up in the game and each other to notice.

Sat between your legs on the bleacher below you, he held your hands slightly out in front of him as you both danced in your seats to LUV by Tory Lanez echoing through the stadium. “So you really thought I was gonna take a drink from 2 drinks?,” he asks draping your arms over his shoulders and chest as you laid your head on top of his.

“No I knew you wouldn’t, but I still had to show her that you were taken,” you answer leaning down to kiss his cheek before returning back to your original position. “You are so petty,” Lewis responds with a laugh slightly shaking his head.

“Not always, but you still love me though,” you smile booping his nose. “Ew get a room!,” Terrance teased returning with Sydney’s water. Reaching out at the same time, you and Lewis smacked his leg as he passed by causing him to let out a dramatic yelp as he sat down.

“Stop being dramatic that didn’t hurt,” you retorted laughing along with everyone else.

The score was now tied with only one minute left in the game and possession being held by the opposing team, the Jaguars. Currently on the Vipers’, the home team, 20-yard line, things weren’t looking the best in terms of the odds of your team winning. Under pressure from the defense, the quarterback launched the ball in the air in hopes it would be caught, which it was but not by the intended person.

With the crowd standing and cheering as loud as they could, a defensive player from the Vipers ran down the field after completing a swift interception, which would surely be the topic of conversation for the next week. Reaching the endzone, the Vipers were now up by six, and the successful extra point attempt now made it seven leaving only 20 seconds left.

Not having ample time left to try to take the lead, the Jags let the clock run out and thus declaring the Vipers the winners. Yelling your school’s chant with your friends, as well as the rest of the audience; excitement beaming on all your faces, you notice Lewis recording the crowd around him and then stop on you guys. As if all thinking the same thing, you all flash your team’s emblem, whether pointing to or holding up your shirts by the shoulders, making him lightly chuckle before turning the phone on himself to cheer himself.

Walking back to the car tucked in his side, the energy from the win still radiated between those surrounding, as people continued chanting and cheering to their respective vehicles. Smiling seeing all those around, a sense of pride for your hometown filled your heart, as well as a bit of sadness at the fact that you couldn’t come visit more often.

That made you appreciate the times with your friends, family, and even among strangers like in this current moment more, and you would be sure to hold the memories in a special place in your heart.

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Back in your hotel room, you collapsed on the bed with a tired but satisfied sigh. You and Lewis had finally returned from your parents’ house, where you guys ate and he met more of your family members. Although he had already been interrogated by your dad and brother, that didn’t stop your aunts and uncles from asking questions of their own.

Again though, he answered any and every question that was asked, understanding how your family was just looking out for you. From his answers, they knew he was the real thing and seemed to welcome him into the family, talking with him as if he had been coming around for years.

Your younger cousins even had him playing video games upstairs, which you had to pry him away from when it was time to leave since he was so into it. Kicking off his shoes, Lewis gently plopped down on top of you, making you let out a small cough. “Babe I’ve been in the sun all day and probably stink,” you groan before laughing.

“I don’t care, I want to cuddle,” he responds like a little kid before kissing your neck. “You were right, I’m having a lot of fun here with all of your family and friends. Also I need your cousins to teach me their ways, they’re crazy good at Call of Duty!”

“They just have a lot of practice time in from playing all the time,” you softly laugh playing with his hand resting next to your head. “And I’m glad you’re having fun! This has honestly been the best homecoming I’ve had and I want to thank you for coming with me.”

“You’re welcome babe but you don’t have to thank me, you know I’ve wanted to meet your family in person for a while now. Plus wherever you go I go, well if I can,” he smiles lifting his head to kiss your lips. “Aw you’re so sweet love, and speaking of going, I need you to get up so I can get ready for bed.”

“Wow you know what? I’m really tired and think I’ll go to bed now,” Lewis replies with a yawn, acting as if he didn’t hear what you just said. “Ha ha very funny, now can you please get up I want to shower,” you state trying to wiggle your way out. Soon you hear dramatic snores, making you roll your eyes with a giggle.

“Ok then guess I’ll just pee in the bed then,” you announce earning a groan from Lewis as he rolls over to let you up. “True wouldn’t want you to have another hotdog festival incident,” he smirks sitting up on his elbows as you let out a gasp crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“1. I was 7 and 2. Who told you?!,” you ask only to be met with more snores as he fell back on the bed to pretend that he was asleep again. “You know what? That’s ok because I know about the 6thgrade dance.”

“Hold up how do you know about that?! Have you been talking to my brother?,” he asks quickly sitting up in shock. “What? I can’t hear you over the water running sorry,” you respond quickly running into the bathroom and cutting on the shower before Lewis could catch you.

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Moon Monsters - Chapter 9

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Comedy Rating: M Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), knotting, mild language Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: Major crap happens in this chapter, gang. Be prepared. XD

Tagging: @och-ako @jiminnies-baby @justbangtanandjams @lizardsocial @breadcaaat @wordsturnintostories @jennierubyjane0116

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

SERIES MASTERLIST

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You had to admit, waking up and not feeling like death itself was really really nice. There was no hard of breathing or body aches. It was nice......but it confused you greatly. People don’t just magically get over something like what you had overnight. You were practically on your death bed less than 24 hours ago and now you’re waking up in bed feeling amazing. Made no sense at all.

At the time, yesterday, you didn’t really question it. You were just so overjoyed to have your boyfriend back that it was all you could think about. But now that you’ve had time to get some good sleep and rest up, your mind is more clear and you’re starting to question things.

None of it made sense. Now that you were thinking about it, you’d have to ask Jungkook why he was licking you just yesterday evening. He had mentioned something about needing to be cleaned......Yeah. There were lots of questions and absolutely no answers. You let out a sigh as you stared at the wall of your boyfriend’s bedroom.

And then it hit you.

“Shi---- Work! I have to go to work!”

“Yah yah. Pipe it down, woman. Get over here.”

Suddenly, you were tugged down from your sitting up position to where you were now being spooned. Spooned by your very handsome and extremely warm boyfriend. Dang. He was like a space heater. Whining softly, you tried to wiggle out of his hold as you spoke up in a tone to match your soft sounds of complaint,

“Kookieeee. I have to get ready for work. I’m already late! Namjoon is g----”

“Namjoonie hyung already knows you’re not coming in today because you’re sick. You’re still recovering from your illness.”

When you were finally allowed to move, you rolled over onto your other side and naturally gave him a look of complete and utter confusion. He grinned from his laying position in bed next to you and added in further explanation,

“I called hours ago and told him you were still feeling unwell. He knows it’s a lie but because he’s the coolest boss ever, he’s granting us the day together.”

Well......It wasn’t a lie. You guys really did have an amazing boss. Namjoon was a great man and you were eternally grateful that he was your man in charge. Still feeling a little stunned, you blinked at your boyfriend as your head rested on the pillow. Humming in thought while you mulled everything over in your head, you eventually spoke up and said softly,

“Well.......If he’s okay with it.”

“He’s absolutely okay with it. And Jimin hyung has already taken care of your time sheet for you too. All is good, babe. You can relax now.”

Grinning even wider with a mischievous glint in his dark doe eyes, he pulled you back into his chest where you playfully whined in his face. Only halfheartedly wiggling this time around, you spoke up in a whining tone once more,

“Yaaaah. You’re too warm. I’m gonna get all sweaty and gross.”

“That’s just when we take a shower together.”

“Pffft. In your dreams, pal. Besides. I need to clean and tidy up the apartment. I really let it go this week with being sick and all.”

‘This is it, kid. She’s going to start nesting. She feels it. She feels that need to clean the den and prepare it for pups. Our pups.’

Jungkook had to bite back a groan of arousal as his member twitched ever so slightly. The mere idea of you preparing the apartment and nesting. Dear god you would look adorable all round and plump full of his pups. Who was he to deny your natural instincts? Smiling more warmly and hoping you hadn’t felt his arousal, he nodded and spoke casually while running his fingers through your bedhead,

“Very well, beautiful. Do what you need to do. But just know this is our day. Our weekend starts now. We have the next three days together. No work, no stupid people, no distance. Just us. Right here in our cozy apartment.”

“Our cozy apartment will be even better once I clean it. But I know you ended up cutting your vacation short because I got sick. So please don’t feel the need to stick around or anything. If there’s something you’d like to go out and do or----”

The rest of your sentence became muffled and quickly silenced when you suddenly felt a pair of soft lips molding against your own. You could feel the way he was kissing you that it was with purpose. Despite your guys’ morning breath, you eagerly kissed him back; mewling against his lips. Your hands found his chest and you gently clawed at the skin there; normally looking for a t-shirt to fist.

“Mmm. Babe. I gotta get up and clean. The place is so messy.”

You were surprised when he actually listened and pulled away from your lips completely. Staring into each other’s eyes, you almost felt a little intimidated by him. His stare was so intense but you couldn’t figure out what was going through his mind. Eventually he spoke up as he said softly,

“Just know that you did nothing wrong, okay? It was stupid of me to think I could go on this vacation and not miss you like crazy. But don’t worry, love. It’s not going to happen again. Next time, you’re coming with me. I promise you that. Right here with you is where I want to be.”

A sly smirk suddenly formed on his face while rolling the two of you over till he was now caging you in under his body. His nose gently nuzzling your own as he spoke an octave lower,

“Why else do you think I’m trying to keep you here in this bed.....my bed.....all to myself? Hmm?”

Dear god Jeon Jungkook was going to be the death of you. He was. You suddenly felt really really warm and the bulk of that heat was pooling to your core at a rapid speed. Embarrassingly enough, your walls clenched around nothing as your mind went wild; laying there underneath your fine piece of boyfriend. Wow. Wow wow.

Meanwhile, Jeon Jungkook was suffering. You smelled so good and the slick you were producing did not go by unnoticed as his canine nose was extremely sensitive. Even more now that he was going through heat. Oh yes. He was suffering. That arousal from earlier was growing and he couldn’t stop his erection at this point. He was beyond self control. Well mostly. Otherwise he would have started devouring you seconds ago.

“Can we just-----Have a little bit of fun first? Before you go all nesting and stuff.”

“Ne-Nesting??? It’s not nesting! I’m just----I’m just cleaning. There’s a difference.”

The male flashed you one of his signature bunny smiles as he watched you get all flustered once more. You were so cute all pouting and blushing like that. It was amazing how you still hadn’t caught on. Well.....that probably just meant you didn’t believe in such things as werewolves and magic. He couldn’t blame you, really.

You couldn’t help it. When you hear the word nesting, it makes you think of......kids. Was that what your boyfriend thought of too when he said it? Was he thinking about kids.....already??? Nah It had to be the slip of the tongue. Had to be. It was probably just the first word that came to his mind.....Right???

Gulping more audibly than you meant to, you stared up at him and noticed he was eyeing you up and down. Practically undressing you with his eyes. Eventually locking your gaze with his, it was then that he finally spoke up.

“We don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. I know we just became an official couple and all. I don’t want to move too fast for you. The last th----”

“I want it.”

You only gave a short few seconds pause before adding,

“I want this. And I want you.”

Silence filled the bedroom as the two of you stared into each other’s wide eyes. Both of you were just as shocked by your words with his doe eyes searching your face for something. Perhaps it was a trace of doubt or maybe he thought you were feeling pressured into saying such things. Not wanting there to be any such doubt, you quickly explained.

“I want to be with you in every way. Jungkook, I spent days looking the other way and trying to avoid these feelings that confused me for so long. I wasted a lot of precious time and I don’t want to lose another second.”

Your words touched him in all the right ways. His heat may be controlling most of his actions and words, but his heart was swelling with happiness. You wanted him. You wanted to be with him just as much as he wanted to be with you. Smiling a small, and perhaps sly smile, he replied softly with confidence,

“And you don’t have to. Not anymore.”

The next thing you knew, there was a clashing of lips, tongue, and teeth. His eagerness nearly took your breath away as his tongue shoved it’s way into your mouth to meet your own in a playful battle of dominance. Of course with him having caught you off guard, it was easy to overpower you and take control of the kiss. Not that you minded.

This was it. This was happening. Jungkook could feel his control slipping as his wolf practically begged to be let out. Mate. Mate mate mate mate mate. That was the only thing on the poor boy’s mind right now. Not exactly how he imagined having his first time with you.

Gosh your skin was so soft and your smell was intoxicating. Even more so with how drunk he was with heat. He could smell the slick you were producing and dear god he was going to lose it. If this was how you smelled, image how you’d taste. His mouth watered just thinking about it.

His lips traveled from your own, down to your jawline and further south to your neck. Oh how he wanted to mark you and make you his officially. In human respects, you were very official. But from a wolf’s point of view, you were still a free agent to any other canine. Something that made Jungkook’s hair stand on end and making him extremely territorial.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good, pet. Gonna fill you with my pups.”

Oh shit.

Yeah. Control was definitely hanging by a thread. The young man froze as he had his nose pressed into your neck; caging you in under his body. Fear was an emotion that was new to Jungkook, honestly. There was very little in life that actually scared him. But right now, in this moment as he towered over you, he was literally scared stiff.

“Uuhhh......”

“Aigoo. I didn’t realize you were into role play, Kookie. So if we’re talking pups, does that make me your bitch?”

Oh dear lord. That went straight to his cock. You were too busy grinning up at him to notice the twitch in his length. Okay so the moment was extremely bittersweet for him. He didn’t blow his cover but also you thought he was just into role playing. Gosh if only you knew the truth. He was so close to just outing himself right then and there.

“Damn right, you are. You’re my bitch who I’m going to breed. You’ll look so beautiful all swollen and plump. These breasts full of milk for our offspring.”

It was amazing how natural those words came to him. Perhaps Jungkook himself was no longer a pup. He was a young man who was going to start a beautiful family with you. You, his beautiful she-wolf. He wondered what color of fur you’d have when he goes to turn you. Of course that was under the impression the two of you made it that far.

His words must have turned you on just as much as they did him because he could smell a fresh batch of slick dripping between your thighs. Now it was his turn to grin down at you as you blushed a pretty shade of pink. Not wanting to let this opportunity pass, the dominating side of him came out as he asked teasingly,

“You like that idea, pet? You want to have my pups? You want me to breed you?”

“Yes. Yes, please. I want to have your babies. All of them.”

You weren’t going to lie, you had already had plenty of daydreams about carrying his children. You wanted a family and you wanted it with Jungkook. But of course the rational side of you knew that it was way too early to be seriously considering children. Hence why you were on birth control. Not to mention you two weren’t even engaged yet. You just started your relationship but for some reason you were just so......sure. You were sure about Jungkook. Did that make sense?

“Then all my babies you shall have, my love.”

He wanted to take you right then and there. Just flip you over and start plowing you from behind. But he knew you’d need to be prepped first. Despite the fact that you were literally dripping all over the bed sheets. Besides......He wanted a taste before he had his way with you.

“But first, I need to get you ready.”

“Baaabe.....I’m dripping. I’m ready. Don’t make me wait!”

Gosh you were so cute when you whined like that. All needy and begging for him. Grinning with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he slowly crawled down your body till he was right where he wanted to be; between your legs with his face mere centimeters from your dripping core.

“But first----This has got to go.”

You watched with building anticipation as he carefully tugged off your matching panties from your babydoll nightie set. The cool air of the bedroom hit your core and you immediately clenched around nothing; causing slick to ooze down between your folds. This definitely didn’t go by unnoticed as a loud groan filled the room.

“God, babe. I bet you taste delicious. Forgive me. I can’t wait any longer.”

It was a bit surreal to realize you were about to do the dirty with your coworker. But something told you it would be even more odd when it came time for you both to go back to work. What would happen to your working relationship? Would things be different? Would you be able to keep things professional? All those thoughts left you when you suddenly felt a hot, wet muscle swipe up your folds.

“Eyes on me, my pretty pet.”

The predatory look in his eyes had your walls clenching around nothing once more. Ugh. You just wanted him in you.....now. But you did as he ordered and watched him as he once again leaned in and swiped his tongue up between your folds; catching all your slick that had collected over the last several minutes. Upon tasting you, you watched him shut his eyes and a long, drugged out moan filled the bedroom.

“You taste amazing. Better than I could have imagined. I’m going to devour you, babe.”

Meanwhile, you were quickly turning into a heaving mess. It was hard to watch him when your chest kept rising and falling like that. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked down at the scene between your legs and spoke between heavy breaths,

“Yes. Please. Ruin me, baby. I want it so bad.”

That was when you watched him grip the back of your knees so that he could swing your legs over his shoulders; your heels gently digging into his bare back. Spreading your thighs further apart, it allowed him more room for his next attack. You subconsciously licked your dry lips as your eyes never left him; watching his every move like a hawk which he loved.

Not wanting to send your body into some kind of state of shock, he eased forward and gave a tentative lick up your folds. Once he was sure you’d be good, he gained more confidence and dove right in. It was like he was a man starving. Which, in a way, wasn’t far from the truth. He had gone all week of his heat without any relief. Well now it was time.

“Oh god. You taste so good. I could eat you out for hours and still want more.”

Meanwhile, you were a hot mess. Your body shivered and your thighs shook as he continued to taste you. Your hips would buck whenever his tongue brushed up against your sensitive clit. No longer able to hold yourself up, you fell back against the sheets with your head cradled by pillows. It wasn’t till he suddenly added two fingers that you started moaning uncontrollably.

Using the two fingers in a scissoring motion, he helped stretch you out while still pleasuring the both of you. He wasn’t kidding when he said he could sit here and taste you for hours and hours. You were so tight too; it had to have been awhile since you last had any kind of real relief. Not that he was judging. It just meant you’d be extra tight for him which he loved.

Your breathing had long become labored. It had been so long since you last had sex that honestly you had almost forgotten how wonderful it could feel. So naturally it didn’t take long for your first orgasm to build. That time was only growing shorter when he started pumping those two digits and curved them at just the right angle to find your spot. That spot. The one where you saw stars constantly exploding in your vision and jolts of pleasure ran up and down your spine.

“Kook----I’m not gonna last----Ah god!”

But he never responded. At least not vocally. No. Jungkook simply picked up the pace as he started sucking on your clit harder and nearly ramming his fingers into you; adding a third finger to boot. The squelching sounds his fingers made were embarrassing to your ears and made you cover your face with both arms. But to him it sounded sexy as hell because it meant he was doing a good job.

He could feel your walls starting to clench uncontrollably around his fingers and that only egged him on to finish you off. To tip you over the edge so that you could fall into a state of pure bliss. He wanted to make his mate feel just as amazing as she made him feel. And that was when he heard you screaming his name.

“Jungkook! I’m cumming!”

Again, the young man remained silent as he worked his lover over; milking you for all you were worth. He loved the feeling of your body shaking under his fingertips while your walls tried to suck his three digits in even further like your life depended on it. He could only imagine what you’d do when it was his cock making you feel this good.

Meanwhile, you were in a state of pure euphoria. Your vision having gone white when your orgasm hit you like a semi truck. The thing about Jungkook, he knew how to help you ride out your orgasm rather than just suddenly stopping once you hit your peak of pleasure. He seemed like a real natural so you wondered if he had done this before.

Truth be told, Jungkook was a virgin but one would never know it. He had plenty of opportunities to relieve himself with other packs’ females during his heats, but he had always insisted on his first time being with his mate. For a young one, he was quite traditional and old fashioned. Something that his pack leader Namjoon was fond of.

Like a good mate, the young man was diligent in cleaning you up. He knew you’d be a bit sore so he slowly licked at your swollen lips and did his very best to soothe you after coming down from your first high. He could hear your breathing heavy but trying to even out and your heart was trying to get back to a normal rate.

“Wow. That was amazing, Kook. I didn’t even know orgasms could feel like that.”

Okay. Now that took him by surprise. Suddenly stopping, his head popped up between your legs and honestly the sight was kind of comical. The look of complete surprise and confusion on his face was priceless. Blinking his doe eyes, he asked hesitantly,

“What?”

Your face had already been pretty flushed from the warm up round, but now you were blushing for an entirely different reason. Trying to not shy away from the eye contact, you swallowed dryly and said timidly,

“Yeah.....My past partners.....They um.....Well let’s just say they were all take and very little give.”

To your great surprise, you heard a growl. A growl. It sounded so.....menacing. You felt your body turn a bit cold and you looked to see the expression on your boyfriend’s face. He looked absolutely furious. It actually made you quite nervous.

‘Ease, kid. You’re scaring her. I know it’s infuriating but just remember, she’s ours now and no one else’s. We’re the ones taking care of her now. Just relax. Breathe.’

Taking deep breaths to help calm himself down, Jungkook shut his eyes tight but only for a moment. Finding his inner peace as best he could given the circumstances, he finally locked eyes with you once more and spoke softly.

“That’s horrible. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Whether it be sex or making love, it should still be an intimate act where both partners feel good at the end, not just one.”

Wow. You were in shock. You had no idea that Jungkook felt that way. In fact, you were impressed that he distinguished a difference between what was considered having a simple, clean and cut good time and what was considered something deeper with more meaning to it. And with that in mind you finally said with a soft voice,

“Make love to me, Jungkook.....Please......I want it.......I want you. All of you.”

It was like something in him had snapped. There you were, there you lay. His mate in all her half naked glory. The love that swirled in both of your eyes was intense and neither one of you wanted to break the connection. Licking his lips and trying not to let the beast within out, Jungkook said just as softly,

“Then roll over for me, pet. And I’ll give you every inch of me and all my love along with it.”

You wasted absolutely no time in following his request. Although you did take a moment to rid yourself of the last article of clothing you had on. Your body was slick with sweat and any kind of clothing was now considered more than uncomfortable. With you now laying on your stomach, you heard a low groan along with sounds of fabric rubbing against skin come from behind you.

“Have you always had such a nice ass or have I just now started paying attention?”

The snort that left you was accompanied by a wide smile and a look of great amusement on your face. Turning your head to try and glance over at him from behind you as best you could, you ended up propping yourself up on your elbows and replied casually,

“I personally felt that my ass has always been nice. But who’s to say, you know?”

“Well I say it’s absolutely amazing. And it’s all mine.”

A small yelp of surprise mixed with pain filled the room when you suddenly felt a large hand make contact with your left cheek. The urge to rub the sore spot on your bum was strong but your lover beat you to it. That same large and warm hand started to rub the spot soothingly.

“Feels amazing too. But enough of that. It’s time, pet. Time for me to fill you with all my pups.”

You instantly became tense but in all the best ways. Anticipation. There you were with your perky bum up in the air and ready for him. You could feel your arousal trying to run down your inner thighs. The sight your boyfriend had......you could only imagine the look on his face but you never looked back to find out. To try and entice him, you wiggled your bum a bit.

However, all that got you was another slap to the butt cheeks. Granted it wasn’t as hard but the surprise of it still caused a squeak to leave your lips. Looking back over your shoulder, you could see Jungkook staring down at you with dark eyes. It was like he was possessed by his lust. Kind of sexy, really. You watched him make a hand motion for you to face forward again and so you did.

That was when he really took you by surprise.

Perhaps you were a little biased, but it felt like his member was made for you. The stretch was, dare you say, delicious. He had just the right girth and his length reached the deepest part of you that no other man had ever managed before. Wow. Like really wow.

Despite his lust, he was a true gentleman and stayed still while fully sheathed inside you; your walls already trying to suffocate him. Dear god you felt amazing. He couldn’t wait to mate with you and finally make you his. Granted he had already imprinted on you but still. It was then that your shaky voice drew him out of his thoughts.

“Yo-Y-You can mm-mo-oove now, K-Kook.”

Still being gentle, the young male let out a shaky breath of his own as he slowly eased himself out till only his tip remained and carefully slid forward once more. He knew he was slightly larger than normal males and it had been awhile for you so he wanted to take it easy on you......this time.

After awhile, your moans intermingled with his own as you felt the pain from the stretch slowly turning into a deep seeded pleasure. No longer distracted by said pain, you were slowly becoming more aware of everything else. Like the way his fingers dug into your hips; controlling your movements as he needed. You became increasingly aware of just how big he really was and it made your mouth water.

“God, Kook, you feel so good. Faster. Please.”

“You want it faster? You like it rough, my pretty pet? You want my bruises to remind you of who you belong to? Hmm?”

“Yes! God, yes! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes! Please!”

It was amazing how.....needy you were. Perhaps greedy was a more appropriate word. Yes. You were greedy for his cock.  Never before had anyone made you feel this good. Just then, you felt him picking up his pace and the moan you released was both loud and wanton. If it hadn’t been for both your hands being preoccupied gripping the bed sheets, you would have tried covering your mouth.

You were absolutely beautiful when you begged like that. If you kept behavior like this up, Jungkook wasn’t going to last long. Then again, who could blame the poor kid after the rough week he’s had? He’s waited all week for this and now the moment was finally here. The moment he would finally mate with his beautiful she-wolf and breed her like she was meant to be.

“That’s it, beautiful. Moan for me. Scream for me. Cum for me!”

You were definitely close. There was no doubt about it. With the way he was hitting you in all the right places; finding your g-spot like he had known where it was all along. That painful knot in your lower belly was tight but it was like there was something stopping you from tipping over the edge. Something was holding you back from falling into pure bliss.

Sensing just as much, your boyfriend knew exactly what you needed. Like a good mate, he released one of his bruising hands from your hips and nimble fingers were swift as they found their target. Your clit. Drawing figure eights over your sensitive bundle of nerves, he could only hope he would send you to Heaven and back.

Suddenly, your moans turned into screams as you started clawing at the sheets instead of merely tugging on them. It was amazing. You had turned practically wild with overwhelming pleasure and Jungkook’s inner wolf was here for it. He was here for all of it. His tail wagging like a happy pup.

‘She’s beautiful, kid. She’s taking us so well. Look at her! I bet her howls will be just as gorgeous as she is!’

But the poor boy wasn’t really listening. He was too busy chasing his own high. He was so close! Sweat practically poured down his toned body as he was finally about to relieve himself of his painful heat. Feeling you spasm around his length finally broke him and he let out a roar of pleasure as his thrusting grew sloppy and his fingers left your clit to grip your hip once more.

With one final thrust, Jungkook completely sheathed himself inside you and let his seed coat your walls and fill your womb. Wow. Wow wow. How he had managed to go so long without feeling this kind of euphoria was beyond him. This was way better than his past heats when he’d have to try and relieve the pain himself.

The two of you were basking in the after glow of bliss. You with your face and lower body long planted into the sheets; your body too exhausted to keep itself up on it’s own. Your ragged breathing muffled from the fabric. Jungkook held you firmly in place so that he could soak up this amazing feeling and accomplishment. He had finally mated with the woman he was fated with. All was good.

That is.......till another canine attribute of his decided to make itself known.

‘Oh shit.’

As you laid there trying to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm, you felt something......happening.....And it confused you greatly. Something painful was happening down where your bodies were still connected. Eyebrows knitting together in said confusion, your body instinctively tried to move away from whatever was causing it discomfort.

However, your boyfriend’s grip only grew tighter as he gently shushed you in what was meant to be a soothing fashion. Despite his attempt to try and distract you with peppered kisses to your back, the pain was growing worse. It felt like something was expanding and was trying to rip your vagina down the middle. In a strained voice, you spoke.

“K-Kook. Wh-What’s-----God what’s happening!? What’s going on!? Why does it suddenly hurt!?”

“Shhh. It’s okay, beautiful. It’ll be over soon. I promise. Let me move us so that we’re more comfortable.”

He had completely forgotten about his knot. So consumed by his heat that he never even thought about having to explain that part of his canine nature. Even the cover-up of role playing couldn’t explain that. Talk about a bittersweet moment.

Your soft whimpers of pain broke his heart as he laid the two of you on your sides; you basically becoming the little spoon and he the big spoon. You felt one of his hands on your lower stomach and couldn’t believe how.....full it felt. Was that from his cum?! You were all kinds of confused and mentally in a frenzy while he laid there behind you trying to soothe you in any way he could.

“Babe......I........I have a confession to make........”

“I swear, Kook. If you tell me this was all just for a chance to get in my pants and that you’re breaking up with me, I’m gonna throw hands! I’ll cut your balls off and make you eat them! I’ll----”

“I’m a werewolf.”

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“What???”

[theodej]

so uhh here’s the prologue! (tw for mostly implied torture)

i’ve got a bunch of notes and a few other chapters drafted so, hopefully, this will be going somewhere. full prologue is also available under the cut.

…also i’m sorry in advance about the chat. i think i was possessed by a gaggle of teenage boys

The stream would start at exactly 1 AM.

RIPME: i mean yea its been busy lately, but ill get trhough it camaraJM: idk but he didn’t say anything to me 69cumslut69: you think he’s finally gonna off the fucking furry KillerxQueen: What do you do

A message announcing the stream was posted nearly an entire day in advance. It was a rare sight, and it garnered appropriate attention.

iammeisheissheis: fuck off cass RIPME: program B1GDADDYS: GOD I hope so fuckwatt: He’s a programer. RIPME: yea

There were around a thousand of them, many of which tuned in a few hours early. He wasn’t exactly known for his punctuality, but it wasn’t his fault; people were hard to work with, after all. Most viewers were understanding. A lot of them kept the webpage open in another tab in case of any spontaneous shows.

woundfucker88: did I miss it? RIPME: i work for a big company tho so i work a lot of over time 69cumslut69: corporate scum camaraJM: same

But this one had been announced, and that usually meant something big was happening.

JohhnyDanger: I’m still thinking about that last one I’m not fucking ready for this week’s. he was special RIPME: wound no you’re good KillerxQueen: That’s pretty cool man, I used to program in highschool but Inever had the patience for it 69cumslut69: eat SHIT RIPME: oh yea! 69cumslut69: i can say what i want

He made sure to come back from the bar early. It always took a bit to set up the tripod, and he wanted it to be special. No need to keep them waiting.

When the feed started, the masked man took up the entire shot.

“Hiya! Welcome back to the shop, everyone!” Even with his face covered, you could hear the grin in his voice.

KillerxQueen: Christ he’s actually on time lieblingg: FUCK MY ASS DADDY lieblingg: KIDNAP ME woundfucker88: hello! 69cumslut69: wtf is this lieblingg: 1628 THIRD STREET

His eyes were wide, bright and focused on something behind the camera. “Wow! What a turnout! Is everyone excited?”

RIPME: ffs i was getting a drink lieblingg: MY LOCKS DONT WORK

He settles into a chair and angles the camera down with him, as if he’s the show for tonight. “Well, let’s get straight to it! I wanted to give you a little heads up. Things are gonna be a little… different for a while.”

asfkjfsah: TAKE OFF THE FUCKING MASK

“See, we’ve got a special request for someone’s special someone! Call it an early Valentine’s Day gift.”

69cumslut69: im fucking triggered lieblingg: PLEASE B1GDADDYS: It’s fuckking november

He chuckles. “Oh, you’re right! Then in the spirit of giving, I’ve decided to indulge them! Plus, they already put their money where their mouth is. Bahah!”

KillerxQueen: Anyone else getting shitty fps fuckwatt: Since when does he take comissions? woundfucker88: ooh! this sounds fun asfkjfsah: YOURE FUCKING DEAD, DO YOU HEAR ME? I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. I ALREADY CONTACTED THE AUTHORITYS BUT IM COMING TO RIP YOUR FUCKING THROAT OUT MY GODDAM SELF

“So, stay tuned! I know it might be a little slower than you’re used to…”

RIPME: dae see that? MAGGOTFLY: I’m fucking late woundfucker88: what

“…but it’ll be worth it. Promise!”

camaraJM: something moved.Behind him MAGGOTFLY: What did I miss? asfkjfsah: YOU KILLED MY FUCKING BROTHER camaraJM: watch hes gonna start selling feet pics xD

He sat there for a while, just reading chat as it flicked by. In the silence, something groaned quietly behind him.

KillerxQueen: BUFFERING KillerxQueen: FUCK JohhnyDanger: Wait. Is this it? asfkjfsah: ANWSER ME YOU SPINELESS CUNT

He finally broke the silence with a full belly laugh. “Is this it? Of course not! I wouldn’t do that to you!” His eyebrows scrunched together as if hurt at the very thought. Then he stood. He pulled his chair out of the shot, revealing a pair of bound feet barely sticking into the frame.

“I picked something up for ya on the way home!”

69cumslut69: FEET KillerxQueen: Thank GOD videos back

A low moan gave way to a shrill screech as they were dragged towards the camera, a mess of greasy locks and dripping tears.

69cumslut69: FEET FEET camaraJM: TOLD YOU LMFAO KillerxQueen: Did I miss anything

A hand yanked them up by the hair, forcing them to look into the camera lens, and they freeze. Tears are running down their cheeks, soaking through the gag in their mouth. Their eyes flit between the lens and something offscreen.

RIPME: OOH woundfucker88: oh they’re cute!! 69cumslut69: WELCOME TO THE FUCKHOUSE LOSER B1GDADDYS: JESUS CHrist another crybaby?

His hand ripped the gag out from their mouth, but their mouth hung open all the same.

“Awh… No need to be shy! Come on. Say hi!”

fuckwatt: No way this cunt lasts JohhnyDanger: Get your popcorn ready.

He chuckles heartily. “Suit yourself. This night’s dedicated to you all! So! Any requests?”

When they finally opened their mouth, they started screaming and never stopped.

[its-percival-not-percy]

Reckless

Whumptober day 13, Adrenaline. This fill is a gift for @agent-lance-a-lot, a scene between Agent C (yes, the one from MIB : International) and one of my favorite OCs, Agent Ilon Leavy, Leav for short, currently working for Kingsman as Bediviere. All else you need to know is, that Leav is reckless and stupid and adorable. He’s from my network-universe, and I might share some stories with him here if anyone is interested. Haven’t yet. Also, he makes a very special kind of coffee, I can share the ingredients xD 

Summary: An explosion nearly ruins much more than just Leavys day.

If you asked Ilon Leavy, the day began great. Back in his flat with coffee with too much sugar and milk and every spice he found available in his kitchen. Bút the morning sadly didn’t speak for the day, as he was really sure that he should have known. It wasn’t that he underestimated the day, it was more that he wasn’t sure why exactly he had to jinx it. After all, he called it a good day and now he was trying to get people out of a really nice and sadly comfortable cafe, before it could get blown to pieces by… whoever. He had to remind himself to never trust any informant again, at least not if they still pretended to be loyal after he left the MI6.

The thing was, actually, he was not even scared by the fact that there was a bomb in the kitchen. It wasn’t… too bad. He could deal with a bomb, he had dealt with them before, but he was upset about something that really shouldn’t be bothering him too much. Like the fact that, because of this, he couldn’t get C his coffee this morning like he promised. Or that he wouldn’t get the damn chocolate the waitress dropped on him out of his favorite tie in centuries. 

All perfect reasons to be upset about, and he was, just at the wrong time. Disarming a bomb was also concerning and a perfectly good reason for being upset. Everything was. But shifting his focus to only the bomb was… not quite easy, and he hated it a bit. Merlin in his ear kept quiet, some sounds of his keyboard the only noise if. He hated the silence, it gave his thoughts too much room. But it was a bit too late to ask for music, and also, yes, the bomb. Stupid thing. Blue cables, and red ones, and black ones too. And so damn many. Explosives were not what he liked, but with Percival and Lancelot, experts on explosives though for wildly different reasons out of the country and signal range right now, he was the only one close enough. It still left Merlin, of course, but HQ was too far out as for him to just walk in. 

That the bomb did get off was entirely not his fault. In the end and for lack of better options he cut all the cables and ran. It wasn’t the best option, but the best at the time, or so he was convinced for the minute before he felt himself getting caught in the shockwave and flung into a wall. He tried to catch himself, arms forward, but given that he woke up to grey air, pain in every muscle and a few lost flames, none of his ideas today were successful. Pity. 

Even though he was sure his eardrums were torn and his legs would give out any minute, the police cars and ambulance were a good motivator. A perfect end to a perfect day would mean ending in a cell or a hospital bed, and hell, if C found out he would be upset and an upset C was… not what he preferred most days. Never, to be honest. C was better when he was calm, and seeing C was the next motivation that sent him running off, limping against the strange feeling in his side. Maybe a broken rib, but it didn’t hurt too much, so it was probably fine.

There were gaps in his way back to HQ. Maybe it was his head, or his arms, or the dizzyness he couldn’t place, but he was missing bits and pieces. How he got out of London was a mess of blurry lines and backalleys, not easy in daylight. He remembered finding out his comms were dead and his glasses too cracked for more than a gps signal he could send out, and this should have been enough to not make C too upset. 

Wrong idea. 

He barely set foot in the entrance hall when...

“Oh my god, Leav, Leavy, there you are, what happened, we were worried, I was- oh you look awful!” ...it was C running towards him, glasses dirty and hair tousled, the way it was when he ran his hand through it too often. The way it made his curls stick out enough to notice. The way he loved it, but C… didn’t, really. Not his hair was wrong, and his face so tight, so… worried.

“Sorry, I-” He tried to smile and shrug, anything to soften the lines on Charles’ face. “But I’m fine, Cheez. Bruised, but fine.” He swallowed and tasted ash, his tongue… wrong. It felt thick and heavy. Everything felt a bit heavier than it should suddenly. And moved a bit too much around him. 

“Leav, there is blood, is that yours?” Blood? No, he should have noticed that. Maybe it took him a moment too long to notice, because Charles’ hands were on his shoulders suddenly, steadying him. Why did he need this? Was he… unsteady? Why? And blood, no, there were no other people involved as far as he knew, it shouldn’t… Leavy looked down. There was indeed blood on his hand. And his shirt, actually. The jacket was too black, but… wet. Was it raining? 

He kept his eyes from the moving floor that made his stomach turn and pried the cloth away. 

“Oh.” 

It was all he could say before his knees gave out at the sight of the piece of metal that was sticking out of his side. He noted that the feeling was concerning but weirdly amusing, from bone to jelly to nothing, and he didn’t even fall, as the hands on his shoulders moved and he was lowered to the floor. Silently. Or no, not silent, actually. He just… Didn’t hear Charles. Or was he just… A buzzing as if he walked into a beesnest surrounded him now. He did walk into one once, but he was a child back then. It had sounded like this, just more aggressive. And he couldn’t see bees, only Charles, and he looked concerningly dark and with too many black dots in his face. 

“You… need to talk ‘ouder, ‘arles…” he slurred together, or he hoped he did as he currently couldn’t hear his own voice over the loud buzzing in his ears. Maybe if he closed… 

A slap in the face made him open his eyes again, now sharp and there. Charles above him, one hand on his shoulder, the other one not visible. 

“You better stay with me here, Leav. Look at me, okay? Just… Look at me. Eyes on me, just like that. You don’t close them. I won’t allow it.” He tried to smile again, but the muscles in his face were no big fans of the idea. 

“If you die on me here, I swear to god I will find you, drag you back to kill you personally!” An empty threat, his brain provided unhelpfully, as C had never killed a man before. But nice nontheless. 

“Medics are on the way, you’re okay, you hear me?” He just looked up. you have really beautiful eyes. I should have noticed that. How did I not notice that? 

Someone else arrived, someone who wasn’t Charles was talking to him but he kept his eyes on his eyes. He couldn’t look away. Maybe this was the last good look he could get? Why would he look away? He wanted to keep his eyes open for as long as possible. Just like that. Staring. Not stopping, hopefully. 

But he closed them tightly when the pain in his side erupted like it was torn open yet again, and he screamed before the world went black.

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The first thing he realized was smell. The smell of cinnamon, vanilla, cloves - caramel, but only faintly. Exactly how his kitchen smelled every morning since he decided that C was worth the trouble. Was he in his kitchen? Did he fell asleep there? No, he had exactly one chair in there and it wasn’t this… comfy. It was cold in there. Also, cold, nice thought. And C. Oh, yes. C. Blood on his hands, the explosion, winter in london and he ran until he ran into C-

The fog in his head cleared at least enough to try out a sentence. 

“That is… How’d you make… my coffee?” By any means, talking was a bad idea. His throat hurt, his mouth did taste like ash and there was a faint throbbing in his side he couldn’t quite place. No real pain, only the memory of it. He wasn’t sure if the preferred this fog over the pain. Because he must be laying on a bed, other things were not that soft. And there was also a warm weight on his hand, that shifted as he talked. Tried to. Croaked, more of. 

“That is… That is the only thing you have to say for yourself?” He heard Charles huff out a breath as he himself tried to open his eyes. “Really?” 

“Yeah… actually…” He swallowed dryly and blinked. Thick lines blurred together in his line of sight, and it took a moment until he blinked them into focus, and a longer one until he turned his head in the direction of Charles’ voice, just to lift it off the pillow on second thought. He didn’t yet have the time to take stock of the situation, but he was sure it was the infirmary down in the cellar of the building. Also, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, or more than his trousers and socks that felt like they were made out of carton actually. If he wasn’t so sure that lifting his arms would put this conversation to an far too early end, he would have asked for a shirt right away, but the thick white dressing on his side convinced him that he was better off this way. He felt a needle in his hand. Yeah, pain medication and fluids. 

He lay his head back down onto the pillow and closed his eyes once more. This bit of movement made him dizzy again, made the world shift and so he shifted his focus to C once more. He looked… Tired. His usually straight tie was gone and this definetely wasn’t the shirt he was wearing this morning. Also, he was clutching his cup with white fingers, as pale as his face was right now. But keeping his head turned like that wasn’t comfortable, and he really needed to concentrate for it. Weird. 

“I should inform you that I am…” He looked down at his cup and back up to Leavy again. “as you would call it, pissed.” Oh, this wasn’t a good sign. Pissed meant that it was close.

“How long was I out?” C sighed and he could hear him swallow. Shit.

“Four hours, twentynine minutes.” Oh. Indeed close then, if he counted the minutes and also drank coffee. Not good. It would need more than just a few flowers to fix this mess. He tried to shift a bit, but as soon as he moved his arms he felt them protesting and groaned, making C nearly jump off his chair. 

“I certainly hope you are not thinking about getting up.” C was next to him in an instant. He put his cup away and Leav was confused how he got that blanket, but he was draping it over him now.

“No… Not a good idea. I just wanted to… Can’t see you well there. But even if you are pissed, I want so see your face if you are. And now I can.” 

“Leav, I-” 

“Yes, I know. I promised, but…” He trailed off, unsure how to proceed. C kept quiet for a moment too, until he swallowed and looked away.

“I had to clean your blood off my hands.” It was barely more than a whisper.

“So-” He was interrupted a moment later.

“No, no, you’re not sorry. Don’t be sorry. Not now.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and Leavy remembered the how he had looked into these eyes until the pain made him pass out. “Be sorry later. Fix that later. Now, just… You will be fine. You…” 

“I will be fine. And I can’t promise not to get hurt, or blown up again, but I’ll try my best.” He reached out with the hand that still felt warm from the contact and felt Cs finger close around his own bruised knuckles.

“I would appreciate that very much, yes.” Another deep breath. “You lost a lot of blood, but they got a transfusion into you when they cut that thing out. You also broke a rib, have a concussion and a lot of bruises.” a pause. “And when I say a lot, I really mean a lot.” 

“A canvas, huh?”

“Yes, Fred would love to paint you now. As usual.” C looked to the door before he moved his free hand to Leavys hair. It was a lot shorter now that he worked for the agency, but it was still the same red mess. 

“But not like this. Rest. Your head is thick but it can’t take everything, I’m afraid.” 

“Hmmhmmm…” The chuckle was not more than an intake of breath as C kept his hand in his hair.

-- thank you for reading ^^

[ravens-rambling]

Jump out of your skin

A/N: Aka Roman being an idiot . This was pretty fun to do honestly XD Hope you enjoy!! 

Inspired again by @sanderssidesspook

summary: When Thomas is dared to watch a horror movie by Joan Roman’s pride gets in the way and he couldn’t refuse. 

WC: 1,656

ships: Romantic LAMP

warnings: crying, anxiety attack, blood, knife, mentions of jumpscares, Deceit, gore

Tag List: @punsterterry  @frostedlover

"I don't like this. Why did Thomas agree to this??" Virgil mumbled his hoodie already up to hide his face.

"Because that would show cowardness and Thomas is not a coward! And besides this might be fun! I thought you would enjoy this being a dark emo and all." Roman eagerly said already having a large bowl of popcorn in his lap.

Virgil shook his head, "Well I don't. Who cares about being a coward or not? That rich coming from you." Even though he tried to ride off his growing anxiety and fear it was starting to show in his voice as it was a bit sharper than normal already. That wasn't a good sign at all.

Patton sat next to him wrapping his arms around him so Virgil can dig into his chest as he heard Roman's offended noises. "I don't like this either Virge. Why don't we hide under the blankets to ride this over?"

Virgil nodded curling more into Patton, "Sounds great Pat.."

As they were grabbing some of the blankets they had brought down to hide their faces in Logan sighed loudly from his rocking chair not far away, "Honestly I don't know how anyone would find this scary. I mean a house haunted by a vengeful ghost? Ghost are not real how do people buy into this?"

Virgil poked out of his mound of blankets and glared at him, "Ghosts are indeed real! This is based off a true story after all! Look it says it right on the box."

He pointed to the box that was on the nightstand and Logan sighed even more, "That was obviously a lie to get even more people to watch it-"

"You called?"

They all jumped when a sudden voice piped up and Roman huffed, "Oh get out of here you slippery snake! Go on!"

Deceit glanced towards the TV than at the box on the coffee table and raised an eyebrow. "Well, this doesn't seem fun. Maybe I should stick around..."

Roman stood up growling a bit under his breath, "Nah your leaving. Go we don't want you here!"

Deceit glanced to the others before huffing, "Fine fine geez calm down there any more growling and you'll turn into a lion Princey."

And with that, he dropped out leaving them all to shiver in his wake.

Roman flopped back down on the couch placing an arm around both Patton and Virgil protectively who hasn't said a word during that entire thing. When he glanced over at them he could see that Deceit only added more fuel to the pressing fire.

Leaning forward he placed gentle kisses to their foreheads, "Don't worry I'll protect you for I am the mightiest prince aren't I? He won't come near you guys again."

They both smiled at him Patton giggling and hugging him, "Yes you are Roman! Your the best!"

Logan crossed his arms looking a bit flustered.

Virgil picked up on it and smirked at him, "Aw does the nerd want kisses too? Come here." He made grabby hands as Logan huffed though he stood up and sat right next to Virgil who shook his head, "Nope. On my lap."

That was the only warning Logan got before he had arms wrap around his waist and was pulled into Virgil's lap. Before he could let out a squeak Virgil placed kisses after kisses over Logan's face and neck.

"Aw! He gets all the kisses-" Roman was cut off as they heard the movie start off making them all focus on to the task at hand. Virgil and Patton instantly cuddled into whoever was holding them wanting anything but to see what was on the screen.

The first sound they heard was a loud painful scream causing Patton and Virgil to collectively jump and whimper. Roman and Logan glanced at each other holding them close and sighing. This was gonna be a long few hours...

Every once in a while one of them would look up at the screen and watch a bit of the movie. And every time they would jump as a jumpscare would happen soon after that causing them to shake more. Logan tried to sooth them the best he could by sprouting facts on how none of it could possibly happen in real life while Roman told them even if it did he'll be there to fend them off.

But during one particular scene and that was thrown off the edge. It was one that scared Thomas even more then the entire movie has and in turn Patton, and certainly Virgil. Even Roman and Logan got a spike of fear coursing through them from their host and from themselves though they won't attempt it.

Virgil's shaking got worst and his breath came in short bursts now. He was definitely making Thomas be on a verge of an attack now, which means it would take ages for them all to calm down. If they don't calm him down fast then they all would go into a panic.

"Verge? Can you look at me?"

Virgil slowly, it took a few long seconds, glanced up to Logan tears were in his eyes as the sound of flesh being ripped apart were the only things going through his mind. Patton was already bursting into tears his loud crying filled his ears as well only making his fear that much worse.

Logan placed a hand through Virgil's soft purple hair to try and ground him as much as possible. Roman was too busy trying to calm Patton down so he couldn't help.

"It's okay it's all fake remember? Those are just actors screaming, like what we did for your accepting video you remember that?"

A small nod.

"It's like that and those blood? They are-"

His voice was cut off as another loud scream filled the room and as Virgil looked at the screen he saw body parts all over the cabin and what looked to be a young girl with an eerily familiar face holding a bleeding knife in her hand he swore he could see yellow in those eyes. His eyes went wide as they all heard Thomas scream and they could even feel Thomas shaking now. All he could do was let out a shaky whine and dig his face and hands more into Logan. His breathing was becoming more rapid and his shaking only grew in volume.

What really made him even more scared was when he didn't hear anything from Logan again after a few minutes, surely he would be trying to comfort him again right?

But when he glanced up he could see that Logan was opening and closing his mouth only for nothing to come out, only breaths of air.

Gulping he pulled away from Logan, he knew what that meant, he was becoming too powerful. He was silencing Logan and in turn influencing Thomas into a panic attack. Through his fear, he didn't even realize that the sounds from the TV stopped as Joan stopped the movie.

Virgil tried to get to the stairs wanting to not hurt them even more but he found arms wrapping around him slowing turning around he saw it was Patton who was still crying and hasn't stopped crying for well over the hour. "V-Verge it's okay. I-Its not..your fault." He managed to say through his sobs.

Right after that, he felt more arms around him and he saw it was Logan. He smiled gently and gazed at him with gentle eyes letting him know he was fine.

Next came Roman who wrapped them tightly into a bear hug, "Joan turned off the movie it's alright Virgil. I'm sorry for making you sit through that, you too Patton. I..shouldn't have let my pride get in my way."

As Virgil glanced over their shoulders to see that indeed the movie was turned off that made him feel somewhat better. And being in the arms of his boyfriends slowly calmed him down, it made him feel safe and protected.

After some time of Joan attempting to calm down Thomas and the sides calming down both Patton and Virgil Logan realized he could finally speak again.

Coughing a bit he shook his head, "Please don't do something as stupid like that again Roman. Think better next time."

Roman stuck out his tongue as they tried to slowly go back to the couch, "Oh I already apologized. Why couldn't you have stayed silent longer? It was very peaceful you know that?"

Patton still was clinging to Virgil side but he lightly hit Logan and Roman's arms, "Hey no fighting you two. I don't know about you guys but I'm in the mood for a cheery Halloween movie how does that sound, kiddos?"

That sounded like music to Virgil's ears as he eagerly nodded though now he was drained he knew he couldn't stay awake for even a single movie.

As they settled into the couch Roman summoning more blankets as Logan went to their movie collection rummaging through it. Patton and Virgil didn't move an inch from their pile of limbs they have made and slowly cuddling up into the mound of blankets once again.

"What movie are you picking Logan?" Virgil piped up from Patton's chest.

Logan turned around with a grin on his face and hit play making it way to their cuddling pile. "Something I know you'll like."

And as the familiar tuns of The Nightmare Before Christmas started up causing Virgil to grin and snuggle up even more Roman came over with steaming cups of hot chocolate causing Patton to squeal in joy.

And as Virgil snuggled into his boyfriends' snuggle pile, even more, he couldn't help but smile brighter. Sure he couldn't handle horror movies. And sure he was a bit..much to deal with sometimes but in the arms of his boyfriends he felt..happy. Content with where he is right at this moment.

[depressed-sock]

Morgan Lace

I had this idea in my head and had to get it written down before I did anything else.

  Also Morgan keeps changing their story on me. First, they had a really depressing beginning and now it’s this XD

Might have some things that would be considered spoilers below

 “Do you understand your mission?” your handler asks you, as they have always have done.

  “I do,” you don’t hesitate because you fully understand what you're supposed to do, as you always have.

 “You’re fully sure you understand mission parameters,” they stress the point looking at you seriously.

 “I do,” you repeat, you don’t really get why they have to stress this. You only got lost the one time...two times...five times… Okay, maybe they’re right to be a little worried but you’ve got it this time. There will be no distractions.

 ….

The first 4 hours:

 The mission is an assassination, the only information you are given is her appearance and schedule. Nothing more and nothing less, as it has always been. You spy her through your scope, red hair flashing in the light. You steady your aim, breathing in and out slowly, finger pressing slightly down the trigger.

 ‘Meow’

 That is not the sound that was supposed to happen. You let go of the trigger turning your head to find a grey tabbing sitting next to you on the roof. It tilts its head before walking up to, rubbing against your arm purring. Its absolute joy of seeing a person brushes against your mind. This is… not what expected.

 You let go of the gun and sit up reaching out towards the cat who happily pushes its head into your hand. You can feel a smile on your face as you feel it’s unbridled happiness at the attention, it’s been a long time since you smiled.

 “Are you lost?” you ask it quietly letting it jump into your lap to curl up. No collar and it certainly wasn’t supposed to be on a building scheduled to be demolished in a few days. You should probably take it somewhere safer, animals usually get left at shelters right?

…

 The cat hangs curled up against your neck, the hood of your jacket keeping her enclosed and warm. It’s definitely a strange cat. She’s also very demanding and hungry, you don’t exactly have money on you to by food but maybe you can find some. You sit down on some steps trying to think.

 “Oh my gosh, that’s so cute!” A girl with fiery red hair stands in front of you a happy smile on her face as she studies you and the cat. “Does she have a name?”

 “No.” she never told you a name… well technically no animal can really tell you a name but you don’t really get why you would know her name.

 The girl looks at you strangely, Strange man..woman? Person???

 Person… hmmm, you actually quite like that. Person… kind of like your handler, though you doubt they would approve…weren’t you supposed to do something?

 “Umm, well..” she seems unsure of herself now.

 “I found her just recently, I’m taking her to a shelter,” you explain trying to ease her awkwardness.

 “Oh! That’s kind of you!” she smiles at you again happily, such a nice person. Such a nice kitty too just like Morgan… I miss Morgan...

 “Do you want her?” you ask because you like this girl. You can feel her loneliness but you can see her kindness. The cat is also starting to perk up and take an interest.

 “What?! No… I can’t...I..Really?” I shouldn’t I shouldn't… fffff dammit

 You laugh gently letting the cat uncurl around your neck, “Yeah, you look like a nice person who will care for her,” you smile gently and now... she’s blushing. Oh uhhh you hadn’t meant to elicit that reaction.

 She looks down blushing, “Okay..” You gently hand her the cat and she curls up into the girl's arms purring, “Thank you. I guess I should name you shouldn’t I,” she boops the cat's nose, “How about Lace?”

 “That sounds perfect,” you smile at her and she laughs embarrassed.

 “Is there a way to contact you?” she asks as you stand up towering over her.

 “Nope,” you start to walk away waving goodbye much to her shock, “Thank you!”

 “Oh...Okay?”

…

The next 10 hours:

 You were supposed to do something, it’s on the tip of your tongue. You know it was a mission and you know you had a sniper rifle… shit, where did you leave that? At the building, shit. You stop and look around, streets and buildings you don’t recognize. How long have you been walking?

 You were lost in thought again and your handler is going to be mad. They always are. You let out a sigh, you should contact them. You reach into your pocket expecting to find your phone used only in case of emergencies only to find it’s not there….You must have left it at the building too. You're going to have to retrace your steps, you turn around and start to walk again.

 “Watch out!” you don’t respond fast enough as something soft and slimy slams into the back of your head. You reach back and it sticks to your hand pulling your long hair back as you try to untangle your hand. “Are you okay! I’m so sorry!” A boy runs up to you worriedly, crooked glasses almost falling off his face. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry “Oh no! It’s all in your hair!”

 You finally manage to unstick your hand, tearing a few strands of hair out. You bring your hand forward to find it coated in a sticky green substance. “What is it?”

 “It’s a school experiment,” the kid sighs wincing apologetically when he looks at your hand. “I’m sorry-”

 “Desmond!” a woman yells from across the street eyeing you warily. Goddamnit child did I not teach you stranger danger. “Get over here now!”

 “Sorry mom!” he looks back at you before taking off across the street but you react faster than him. You move fast grabbing him pulling him close to protect his body. You land hard, face hitting the corner of the sidewalk but the kid is safe as the car just barely misses the both of you.

 “Desmond!” The mother screams already kneeling by the both of you. She let out a sigh of relief and holds back a sob threatening to break loose when you open your arms and help him into a sitting position with you, “You need to pay more attention!” She wraps him into a hug and looks at you tearfully, “Thank you so much- oh god you’re bleeding!”

 You reach up and yeah your left cheek is definitely bleeding. “It looks worse than it really is,” you say trying to calm her.

 “Well at least let me get you something for it- what’s in your hair- Desmond!” she places her hands on her hips looking at her son expectantly.

 “Oops?” he smiles awkwardly and she lets out another sigh.

 “Let me see if I can find something to get that out too,” she grabs the boys hand helping him up with her.

 “Do you have a razor?” she pauses at your question, “It’d probably be easier to just cut it all off.” you shrug. It’ll grow back eventually.

 “Okay?”

…

 Your hand moves against your freshly shaved head, you’ve always liked the feel. Maybe you should put in a request to keep it this short. You look around and… you have no idea where you are.. Shit… You can’t even retrace your steps now. You squint into the distance, band-aid pulling tight against your skin and you fight the urge to pick at it.

 Maybe you should just pick a direction and walk? That’s most likely your best option. So you do, you walk until you can’t anymore and you find yourself sliding down against the wall of a brick building sitting. You should have thought this through… now your lost, tired and hungry… You frown as you study your hands.

 “Please help me!” a person cries out as they turn the corner, makeup running down their face trying to look over their shoulder but they end up tripping instead. I don’t want to die! A man with a knife turns the corner and you react by jumping up and tackling him to the ground. He swipes at your face, knife slicing into your lips but it leaves him open for you to land a solid punch effectively breaking his nose. He cries out in pain dropping the knife so that his hands could cradle his nose.

 Amature, you grab the knife and are about to finish him when the person cries out behind you, “Please don’t!” You flip the knife and punch him again, knocking him unconscious. You look back at them and they’re not sure if they should be terrified of you.

 “Are you okay?” you get up, flipping the knife closed and putting it into your pocket.

 They look at you a bit speechless, “You’re bleeding…”

 “Yeah that seems to happen to me a lot lately,” you respond, the cut over your mouth stings every time you talk.

 “Ummm...”

 “You should call the police,” you tell them to give them something to focus on.

 “I don’t-”

 “That building has a nice old man who will let you use his phone,” you point towards one three buildings down. He’s already heard the commotion and is coming to help whoever’s in danger.

 “...Okay..”

….

  42 hours later:

   You sit at a bar nursing a cold beer that an older man had ordered you with a wink. You don’t really get why he had thought scars and injuries were attractive but it got you free drinks and some food so you can’t really complain. He hadn’t had anything to drink but his mind didn’t say anything of deception and he left a few minutes ago when he got a call from his niece to come pick her up. He was expecting it, it seemed.

 You’re still trying to remember what your mission parameters were. You must still be on them because you have yet to get a call from your handler. They would immediately let you know if you’d have started to go off script. You can’t help the mental shrug, you guess your just going to have to wing it until they finally contact you.