#hoist the colors high for i have answered the call; tagged

[lemon-russ]

More lore for my insane porn.

Why am I doing this? Does human pet smut need a backstory? If there were a merciful god, wouldn't I be stopped? Some things are never answered. The important thing is I am having fun ✨

Mortarion x F!Reader (prequel 2? Part 3??)

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CW: None for this specific thing. Many for the first one. Many for the future of whatever this is.

TAGS (no one participated in the prayer circle to stop me so it continues): @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye @lisikk @moodymisty

“Go on, pick.”

Mortarion holds you out at arms length, pointing you at a display of items in colors you couldn’t name, so bright and varied it made your head start to swim.

“Pick?” You parrot, “pick… what? What are they?”

You hear a small huff behind you. “They’re toys. Weren’t you saying you were bored?”

It had been boring. After a week of toting you around, quizzing you on your world, crops, government systems, and various other minutia, you found out that your world did in fact have a ruler, unbeknownst to a simple farmer like yourself, and had happily agreed to join the imperium of man, as it was apparently called.

All Mortarion asked for in payment was you.

“You entertain me.” Was all he had offered as explanation.

And thus you had been stuck in his quarters for two weeks, losing your mind at the lack of work to do. You’d taken up trying to draw, but that only entertained so long. You tried to read, but you were barely literate in your own tongue, let alone what your master called “high gothic”. What use did a farmer have for reading? You’d tried to clean up, but there was barely anything in the room to tidy.

You refocus on the colorful display, reaching out to touch one of the bright objects. ”It’s really soft...” You say, picking up one of the toys. It vaguely looks like some sort of animal, furry with stylized ears, but beyond that you can’t imagine a use for the thing.

“How is it a toy?” You ask, turning to try and look at your new masters face over your shoulder.

He frowns slightly. “What were toys on your planet?”

“Wooden blocks, mostly. Or the Hoop game.” You say, then add with a fond smile, “and dolls, made of water-reeds.”

He sighs. “Well, think of these as the… reed dolls. They are stuffed animals, you’re supposed to find them pleasant.”

You look back to the unnaturally bright creature in your hands. “what color is this?”

You yelp as you are dropped to your feet, stumbling a little.

Mortarion turns you around by the shoulder, face grimacing in disbelief. “I don't enjoy being teased.” He huffs.

You frown. “What-”

“You know purple.” He snaps, but it sounds less angry and more desperate. “You cannot tell me you don't know the color purple.”

You look at the thing in your hands. If you absolutely had to answer, life or death, what color it was, you'd only be able to say not red but not blue.

You look back up to see mortarion's face more stern. “your planet was quite brown and hazy, I suppose.” He said. “I can… understand that.” For a moment you see something flicker behind his gaze, but it is gone before you can guess it.

You tilt your head in a little confusion, intending to ask what he meant, but are turned back to the display instead. Mortarion leans over you to start pointing at the soft creatures.

“Purple.” He says, pointing at the one you held. “Pink, blue, orange…”

You pout. “I know blue-” you point at the pointy eared alien toy, “That's not blue. Blue has more grey in it.”

He sighs. “No, your rivers were not blue, they were just the only thing on that forsaken dirt ball that had a slight hint of blue in it. This is blue.” he says, picking up the bright, smiling creature and handing it to you.

Suddenly, you're being hoisted again, and tucked under the massive man's arm. “you're getting those two, I have chosen for you.” he grumbles. You think you catch him grumble something about doesn't know purple under his breath.

He forces you to pick out a blanket as well, as you'd been complaining about being chilly sleeping on the floor at night. That was true, but you more mean that it is a hard, metal floor, and wanted a bed. You had asked for some straw to weave yourself a proper mattress, but only got an annoyed look in response. He tossed you a pillow to sleep atop instead.

You chose a blanket in pink. You know pink too, but this one is an almost pastel, dusty version that you've never seen in nature. It was pleasant, and didn't hurt your eyes like the other new colors. Plus, it was quilted and full of feathers. He didn’t seem to mind buying something so lavish, so you figure you may as well be comfortable.

When you're finished shopping, Mortarion opens the large satchel he'd taken you out of his room in. You frown, looking up over the toys and blankets in your arms.

“Can't I just walk in…?” You ask.

He presses his mouth to a line. “No.”

You mimic the expression. “I promise I won't try to run again…” you say, referring to the ill fated attempt you'd made to avoid going into the belly of the flying beast when he'd first taken you.

He rolls his eyes. “No. In. And be quiet. I don't want my sons to see you.”

You sigh, shuffling up to the large bag and tossing your new toys inside first. “Can't you just tell them I am some sort of field hand?”

He shakes the bag opening at you. “No. We don't have those, and I don't want them getting strange ideas. In.”

“Stranger than this…?” You mumble to yourself as you crawl into the bag, curling up and situating yourself.

He peers down at you through the opening. “Don't talk back. And there's nothing strange about having a….” He glances away and back quickly, frowning. “A personal serf.”

Your scrunch your brow. “Serf…? But I don't do anything-”

Your words are cut off as he cinches the bag closed and hoists you up, making you squeak in surprise and have to scramble to reposition yourself where you can breathe.

“I said, don't talk back.” He grumbles, setting off on a quick pace that makes you jostle and swing as he walks.

[dilftaroooo]

hi! can you please write a nsfw oneshot for dio brando x fem! reader ? to be a little specific; can you add a boss/assistant dynamic & corruption kink? tysm ( ◠‿◠ )❣️

mmm corruption kink. thats absolutely my fav, anon 🤤. i'll be more than happy to write it for you. enjoy!

(business office au)

you gotta earn it. (boss!dio x secretary!reader)

word count: //1.7k+//

synopsis: you want that raise? then show mr.brando what it is you're willing to give up to him. it's only fair.

tw/tags: dubcon, nipple play, corruption kink, size difference (not heavily mentioned though), business attire, afab reader, cute virgin reader.

"No."

Those words left you speechless; stiff in your spot as you looked into piercing, yellow, eyes. He said it in such a nonchalant manner, you don't think he even took a double take on your question. You spent so much effort to muster up the courage to ask your boss the question that you dread to be answered - but not in this way. He must have made a mistake.

"'No'...?" You echoed.

Dio leaned back in his seat, eye contact never faltering as he crossed his legs, burgundy colored dress pants ruffled at the movement. He tilted his head in a mocking manner as one well groomed eyebrow raised upwards.

"Oh dear. Perhaps my beloved secretary has gone deaf? I shall repeat myself once more: 'No' meaning, 'No, I will not offer you a raise.'"

Your fist clenched as you try to fight back the tears of humiliation and neglect. Why? Why did he refuse you? You worked so hard for him and you knew he knew that. So why won't he give you this raise? Leave it to Dio to crumble up your acts of valor and throw them into a fiery pit.

Trying to regain your composure, you speak up,

"But, sir, Why? I've done so much for you these past couple years; schedule your meetings, review your records and documents, compose orientations for newcomers. I even make sure to make your coffee each morning - a long black with two shots of expresso."

Your eyes were becoming wet. You were on brink of breaking down and crying right in front of your boss. You don't even think he was the slightest bit convinced by your retort. All he did was observe you with a wicked smirk plastered on his face. There was no change in his features but, reluctantly, you resume.

"Please, Mr.Brando. Please give me this raise. I-I'll try to do better for you! Just tell me what it is I need to do. Please, I'll do anything, Mr.Brando."

Dio stiffened. It was that keyword that gained his attention: 'anything'.

"'Anything', you say?" You nod and a flash of his white teeth glimmered from the building's colorless light on the ceiling. His chuckle was deep. "Think before spouting careless words such as that, my little mouse." The small squeak emerges from his office chair as he gets up, approaching your meek figure and you cower at his nearness. His fingers gently grasped your hair and you notice how well kept they were - manicured with a clear polish and decorated with gold rings. You didn't miss the Rolex watch wrapped around his wrist.

"Such pretty hair," He lightly plays with your mane before tightening his grip and hoisting your head up, forcing you to look directly at him. "You don't mind if I tug on it do you, love?" He adores the wince you let out, eyes scrunched close with pain.

"Ouch! Mr.Brando, Please stop-"

"Oh but you said you would do anything for me, remember? So I'm allowed to use you however I please. You want a raise, don't you?" Your face burns when his lips feather against the skin of your cheek. You heave out a low sigh at his deed. Dio deliberately consumes your reaction - savoring it like the smoothest red wine.

"Have you ever been fucked before, dear?" The amorous question made you whine. This was just too dirty. You shake your head for an answer.

"N-No, sir."

"Really? You've never been touched before? No one has ever pounded that filthy, little, pussy of yours? Tsk, tsk, tsk - What a shame. Looks like I have to change that." He lets go of your scalp but your head never moves, eyes still on his frame as you process his words.

"Wait, Mr.Brando, please. I've never- oh!" You were put to an abrupt stop when he picked you up from under your arms and legs before setting you down on his desk. It messy with scattered documents he found frivolous and purposeless, there were much more important matters at hand.

Tearing off your white dress shirt and bra in a blink of an eye, he gave your mounds a carnivorous stare, gulping at your nipples swell at his glance. He wasted no time kneading them. You let out a moan from his heated touch. It was foreign to you.

"What a lewd sound you made just now, Y/n. You like this, right? I barely even started." His fingers teased your stiff buds, pinching and pulling at them.

"Ngh- No, Mr.Brando..."

His touches were blunt and straightforward, they were rough as he assailed your fragile body. He was fervent to take it to the next step. He lifts your legs up to take off your pencil skirt.

He lets out a delighted sigh beyond seeing your choice of underwear. "Lacy panties? Was my little mouse expecting this? Getting all dressed up for your boss. You're such a nasty fucking girl."

"That's not true! I was in a rush to-"

"Excuses, excuses. That's all I hear from you. Shut up and take your panties off. I want to see how wet your cunt is." You obeyed under his stern tone - slowly stripping off your red-laced panties. You still had your legs closed, ashamed to show him your untouched flower but Dio pried them open by your knees. Your heady scent instantly fills his nose and he takes this time to observe your pussy, you were soaked - vagina pulsating, waiting for anything to be plunged inside, trimmed hairs placed on your pubic area, clit swollen with excitement. It was remarkable.

"Look at you, throbbing so greedily." He puts two thickset fingers in your sopping pussy without warning." An invevitable moan escaped your lips when he applied pressure to your g-spot.

"M-Mr.Brando - mmmm - that spot, you're hitting that-"

"Quiet, little mouse. As much as I love to hear you scream did you forget the setting we're in right now? I hate the idea of someone seeing this pretty pussy other than me." You pitch your voice down an octave - not too fond of the idea of being caught by your coworkers (especially by Jonathan).

His digits rapidly thrash inside you, bodily fluids flew everywhere. "You're making such a mess all over me. So sloppy. I have no doubt that this is what my little mouse wanted. Your grip is so firm around me." Your small hand cover your painted lips. You didn't want anyone to hear you but Dio was making it all too hard, he was hitting all of the right spots within you.

Pulling his fingers out, he unzips his flyer and sought out for his cock. His length was huge, you were unsure if you should even continue. His member intimidated you. Dio knew you were on edge, he softly coos at your expression.

"Aw, don't worry, sweetheart. You'll only feel a slight pinch." Aiming his shaft to your entrance, you recoil once he plummets inside of you, tip kissing your womb. What you felt was more than a pinch. it was easily comparable to being stabbed in your nether regions. Tears flowed from your eyes.

"Pull out! Please, it huuurts!" Your cries were ignored as Dio continued slamming into you like no tomorrow. He covered your mouth with his large hand, muffling your wails.

"Ah- You feel that? My cock jabbing at your womb?" His thrust slow down so you can feel every inch of him - veins feeling more prominent than before. "That's how deep I go inside of you. This tiny body of yours can't handle a cock like mine. Ha! And would you look at that, I can even see your stomach bulging from my dick. How filthy."

He traced his fingers along the bulge forming near your abdomen. He rams in you relentlessly. You gripped the sleeves of his business suit, wrinkling them while doing so. Dio was fired up by the calls of his name leaving your lips, making him go at a, almost inhuman, pace.

Vulgar slaps of skin filled the room and you were both close to coming. Dio's hot breaths reached your ear and his thrusts losses its initial tempo.

"You're a few inches away from getting that raise, sweetheart. Just let me fill you with my seed." He bites the crevice of your neck - his teeth were sharp.

"Mr.Brando-! I'm gonna come...Agh- Mr.Brando... D-Dio!" Said man met his high after his name was yelped - relieved to let himself go, his cum spurts deep in your walls. You came shortly after by the feeling of him filling you up. Both of you sigh.

He hoists himself up off of you to put his dick back in his pants and fix his attire. You grimace at the slimy fluids now sticking between your legs. Dio scoffed. "Consider yourself lucky, little mouse. You finally got that raise you so desparately wanted. What's wrong with a little cum in you, hm?"

A bit irritated, you get dressed as well, getting ready to leave his office. But before you can exit, he turns you around to face him, eyebrow lifted in question.

"Leaving now? Have you forgotten what to say?" You assume he wanted some form of gratitude from you for giving you a raise.

"Thank you, Di-

"Hmmm? Did I fuck you so dense you forgot who I am to you?" You blush at his smile.

"T-Thank you, Mr.Brando."

"Good girl. Run along now." He slaps your ass before you leave.

"Dio, why do you smell like sweat? The only thing you do is sign papers and present at meetings." Jonathan frowned at Dio's pungent scent. The man chortled at Jonathan's exasperation. If only he knew what happened behind closed doors.

"Don't worry about it, JoJo. A little boy like you wouldn't understand."

"We're the same age, Dio."

"Oh yeah. You're right. You have such the resemblance of a child that I must've forgotten." Dio teases. The both head to the parking lot of their company to call to it a night. Jonathan clenched his teeth.

"I do not! Just what in the hell were you doing in your office? Working out?"

Dio roared out a large laugh at the word akin to what you and him did earlier today.

"Yeah.. you can call it that."

this fic belongs to @dilftaroooo

[ask-the-kings]

Wanted to do my OCs :)))

Mun x Muse Picrew!

feel free to reblog with your own muse/OCs!

[0risha]

“LEMON GLOW."

✰ PAIRING ⤷ megumi x gn!reader

✰ SUMMARY ⤷ megumi's mind has finally become clearer.

✰ TAGS ⤷ fluff, junior high megumi, barely edited,

✰ A/N ⤷ “yesth, I should be working on requests right now but this came to me while listening to lemon glow by beach house... so forgive me?” don't ask why I added a header..... lmfaooo. Lowkey thinking of doing a part 2 to this in the current timeline... idk.

The color of Megumi's mind.

It’s murky, at first. Where unclarity suffocates his every crevice because he’s still trying to find his place in the world.

Although it clears up for a second whenever he comes in contact with his sister, Tsumiki, it returns as soon as the words of animosity cross between the two.

Even when he’s witnessing the fear of delinquents who call themselves tough because the only thing they can pry on are the weak, he still feels as though he needs something.

Fortunately, his plea is answered in due time.

Megumi figures that it's not God. Through the clamor of his life, he’d never believed in one. But every time he looks back on this gift –no matter how unexpected it was– he couldn’t help but mutter a prayer of thanks to who knows what.

You’re a new face. At first, muddled like the others. Face distorted with cloudy substance where your features should be, whirling past whenever you two come close.

When you two do finally come in contact, it’s at his home. The one he shares with Tsumiki and Satoru. But Satoru's rarely there.

He’s sick. A high fever of 106. His nose is stuffed to the point where he fears he won’t be able to breathe when the next cycle of inhale and exhale comes.

He hasn’t been able to get up from his futon ever since his alarm rang. His sister and Satoru long gone before then. He didn’t want to call, figuring that he could work through this himself.

When Megumi hears a voice, soft and timid, he shakes his head. Eyes blinking as he wonders if he’s finally lost it. But it comes again, closer this time.

“Fushiguro san?” A head peeks through his room door.

It's you, the new student. He recalls that you're quiet and rarely talk. Even then, somehow associating yourself in the popular crowd. Though, a part of him thinks it wasn't your doing.

When you hand him your name he doesn't recognize it. A thought in where he needs to pay more attention flits through his mind.

"You're here because...."

His voice comes out wired and scratchy, he's sure if it wasn't for his battered throat, it would've come out as harsh.

Your response is delayed. Almost as if you need twice as much the average time to process his words. "Oh, since I'm in your homeroom, I was sent to deliver your classwork and homework." You take out a stack of papers from your backpack and place it by the door.

He closes his eyes, expecting to hear retreating footsteps.

"Should I make you something?" you ask. For a second, Megumi has the urge to deny, he hates relying on other people, especially the too-good ones.

But as he surveys your almost pleading posture he accepts. "Okay."

With his affirmation, the air shifts. A smile takes its place on your face as you clamber up to him. "Do you want tea or sou—"

"Anything, just don't make a mess." He grunts, with half of your body over his –even with his clogged nose– he catches a faint scent of vanilla. He turns his head away from you to hide the flush in his cheeks, he's never actually been this close to someone as pretty as you before. Less alone cared for.

"Okay," you chirp. Not the slightest bit encompassed by his offish behavior.

When you leave, he curses himself for being so rude to you. But Megumi can't help it, his cold demeanor had been injected into his body since birth.

An hour passes by.. ten minutes, maybe? And Megumi starts to forget that you're even in his home; his fever finally hitting its pinnacle.

In his dream-like state, he doesn't hear you enter his room.

But, when you say his name meekly and place a cool palm on his forehead, he finally shifts.

"I made miso soup, it probably doesn't taste the best but I—"

"Thank you." He breathes out, turning towards your sitting figure to grab the bowl. He grunts in frustration as his body strains.

"I can feed you if that's alright?" Groggily, he blinks. His pride had been wounded too many times today but when he sees your expression, he again complies.

When you perk up, he has to turn his head away from your too-bright smile.

"Can you at least sit up?" you whisper, already reaching towards his head to hoist him up.

"Yeah," Megumi grunts, using all of his strength to finally rest his back on the wall.

"That's good." You state, blowing on a spoonful of soup before you reach to cup his jaw.

Megumi doesn't have the heart to move away, a part of him thinks that seeing a hurt expression on your face would be far worse than his now fever.

Slowly but surely, he widens his mouth to welcome the soup.

He keeps his eyes from making contact with yours as he tastes the warm liquid on his buds. Even though his sensory is barely there, it didn't taste good. At all.

"Is it good?" you inquiry. Your eyes sparkle with anticipation as you gaze at him.

"Yeah, it is." Your smile grows much wider than it was before at his positive commentary.

"Really?" You place another spoonful in his mouth, much eagerly than the last as you ramble about the ingredients you used. His brain can't perfectly piece your words together but your voice soothes him, nonetheless.

"What time is it?" Megumi asks when the soup is finally close to done.

If Tsumiki or Gojo were to come, he thinks, this moment of his would-be interrupted. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn't want it to.

"By now, school's almost over." You shift, taking a cup of tea and placing it to his lips. Megumi wants to ask why you decided to skip school and take care of a stranger instead, but he decides against it.

"Do you want me to leave?" Your eyes shift to his. When he shakes his head, you breathe out a sigh.

Megumi hopes it's one of relief.

Hesitantly, his eyes fall on yours."Can you uh.. stay untill I fall asleep?" Your brows raise in surprise at his pleading tone.

"Of course." You decide, placing the tea cup on his room table.

Slowly, you shuffle closer to him and lean a little on his shoulder.

"What if you get sick?"

"You'll have to take care of me, just like I did." Megumi blinks as he processes your words. A warm, serene feel surrounds every stack of his vertebrae. It's an unfamiliar feeling, one that makes his heartbeat grow unsteady, but he welcomes it.

"Okay."

When Megumi wakes up, it's nighttime. A sliver of the moon from his window acts as a source of light for his room. He attempts to shift in his futon, only to be met with a warm body, yours.

Megumi stills for a second as he observes your face. Throughout his whole day with you, he never got the chance to get a good look at it.

You're pretty just like he first thought. He thinks it's almost adorable how your nose twitches every time he moves around.

He's never been this interested in something or someone, this much. Maybe it's because of the involuntary care you gave him. The nice, white gleaming smiles too.

He's never experienced or accepted care from somebody else.

A ghost of a smile threatens to touch his lips as he realizes that his nose, chest and mind are no longer heavy but instead, clear.

Your soup must've worked.

[random-mha-thoughts]

Thigh Highs

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki (these guys be ass men i dun wanna hear NOTHING)

Scenario: Your boyfriend sees you wearing thigh high socks for the first time in your relationship.

Genre: Spice, College AUs!

Word count: 1,746

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​​ @liviitehe​​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​​ 

a/n: I told y’all you were getting headcanons. But instead you’re getting MINI-SCENARIOS because I was feeling it ayeee.  I’m happy to be writing again, even if it’s a warm-up to fanfics and my requests.  I really needed to write something I’m inspired by to ease myself back into writing again, and right now I’m inspired to write these boys thirsting over their s/o’s thiccness. Thank me later.

Also! I was originally gonna write for Kiri, but since I have a request for Denki coming down the pipeline soon, I figured I would write a little sneak peek/sample of him.  They’re scenarios were similar though.  I’m gonna write a part 2 with Kiri, Shinsou, and a bonus Todoroki scene ;)

Todoroki Shouto

You don’t know what spurred you to wear those thigh highs buried in your sock drawer.  Maybe it was a Pinterest post or a school life anime, or it was just too hot for joggers but too cold for just your shorts.  It wasn’t like you were going anywhere; your friends proposed a movie in the common room on your floor, so it didn’t matter if you didn’t look the best in them.  It’s just an experiment, you think as you slid them up your legs.  One glance in the mirror and the slight rolling down at the hem made you frown, taking it as a sign that your thighs are perhaps on the too thick side.  Still, you didn’t care enough to take them off, plopping yourself on the couch between Tsuyu and your boyfriend.  He’d glanced over briefly and outstretched his arm in anticipation of your body nestling itself there to snuggle.

Sometime in the middle of the movie, Todoroki’s head ended up in your lap, twiddling with one of your hands, caressing your fingers and knuckles with his calloused ones.  His other hand rests on your knee.  As the movie carries on, more of your friends start dozing off and you start paying more attention to your phone.  You feel Todoroki’s hand on your knee ghost ever so slightly up higher.  Figuring he’s just cradling his head on that hand, you try not to stiffen, until his finger starts tracing the rolled up lip of my socks.

Your hand in his soft hair taps a finger to call his attention.  When his body pivots onto his back, you whisper, “Why are you touching my socks, babe?”

A teasing smirk quirks at his lips.  “Is it distracting you?”

“Kind of.”  It may or may not make you self-conscious.

His finger traces a small circle on your bare thigh, facing your body now.  “These socks are distracting me too, calling attention to these beautiful thighs of yours.”  Before you can respond, he places a kiss right at the hem of your shorts, sending a wave of low heat through your body.  “That little bit of skin spilling out the top looks absolutely tantalizing, dear.”  His light touches and caresses enveloping your body in delicious sparks of electricity as he continues peppering more feathery kisses on your flesh to meet the end of your shorts.  You squirm as you breathe his name, only for him to sit up and lean up against your ear.  “I’d like to devour them, rest on them a little more,” his voice drops lower, “Maybe dwell right between them.”

Your face erupts in the most furious heat.  “N-No- W-What if someone hears you?” you whisper-yell.

“Everyone’s asleep already.”  Todoroki’s hand dips under your flesh, riding up your shorts and giving your soft thighs a light squeeze, his lips ghosting the sensitive spot under your ear.  “But I can wait to ravish you fully when we’re alone.”  Another chaste kiss on your jaw.  “I’d love to see you wear these more often.”  The other hand tugs the elastic band before releasing it, letting it snap against your thigh and eliciting a sharp gasp from you.  He just chuckles at your sensitivity.  “Be prepared, darling.”

Bakugou Katsuki

“Get over here and cuddle me already!”  Your needy boyfriend grumbles from your bed.  His pouty face is apparent in your mind even if you can’t see it from your rummaging.

“Just a minute, babe.”  You’re separating the socks in your drawer.  You figured it would be a cute idea to wear the socks Mina suggested you get; they were soft enough to cuddle in and you thought Bakugou would enjoy it, even though he’s not the picky type as long as you were actually cuddling him.

It’s a lazy Friday afternoon after your classes are finished.  The end of a weary school week means cuddling up with each other as stress relief.  There’s nothing more the two of you look forward to than staying in each other’s arms, watching movies, talking, kissing, or a combination of all three.

Finally, you pull them out and slide them on.  Catching your reflection in the mirror, you smile at how cute they look on you.  They have little black bows at the top and a matching line down the side of the cream colored knit.

“Babe.”

Bakugou’s sudden gravelly voice pulls you out of your thoughts.  It’s a different tone from the whining he was doing just a moment ago, it’s sudden intensity almost scaring you.  One look in his crimson eyes tells you exactly why.  He’s sitting upright now, tracing your form as his tongue swipes his smirking bottom lip.  “Is that a little something for me?”

You flicker your head down then right back at him, pushing your legs together shyly.  “I thought it would be cute, don’t you think?” you squeak out.

Your action must have excited him more, something between a hum and a groan resonating in his throat.  “God, you’re killing me.”  Bakugou holds his hands outstretched to you.  “Get over here before I scoop you up myself.”

As the obedient lamb you are, you scurry over to him.  His hands immediately grab behind your thighs and pull you into his lap, strongly gripping your soft skin.  “Just the perfect accessory for these amazing thighs of yours.”  He gives one of them a light slap, earning a yelp from you.  “You been hiding these from me for long?”

You shake your head quickly.  “Mina thought I should get them, I wanted to show you.”

“It’s my lucky day isn’t it?” Bakugou groans out, gathering more of your thickness in his hands to massage them as he meets your lips sloppily.  “Who said you can look that damn hot?”  As he leans down to steal rabid kisses from your sensitive neck.  “I’m the only person you can wear these for, you hear me?” he growls against your skin, leaving a bite on your collarbone.  Blunt nails dig down the flesh of your leg, making you gasp.  “I can just hold them all day, you’re not going anywhere for a while.”

One thing’s for sure, you’re going to do a lot more kissing than you did cuddle this time around.

Kaminari Denki

There are a lot of things in your closet that you haven’t worn, including a single rogue pair of thigh-high socks you’ve never dared to wear until you were bored today.   It could be fun to look like a schoolgirl, you think brightly, pulling them on.  Half of you expected the socks to constrict all the life from your legs, but they were just the slightest bit snug at the tops of your knees only.  With the help of Pinterest, you decide on a pair of shorts and some heeled booties to finish off the bottom half of a potential outfit you promise you’ll wear to class one day.

When you finally look in the mirror, you instinctively say, “Damn.”  You didn’t expect the outfit to look this cute, even though your thick thighs look a little too big at some angles.  “I have a figure.”

You have to take some cute pictures.

Pulling out your camera, you imitate the poses in the model photos you saw, pushing your legs together to make your thighs look skinnier and trying not to show the fat pooching out from the top of the socks.  Buzzing with newfound self-esteem at how hot you are, you send the pictures to your boyfriend without another thought.  “Was cleaning stuff out, don’t I look cute?”  You expect him to answer right away since he saw the pictures right after you sent them, but he leaves them on read, sending all of your confidence crashing down.  I thought I looked cute, I thought he would agree, you think somberly.

Slumping onto the floor in front of your closet, you slide through the pictures you were just squealing over two minutes ago.  Why would Kaminari, your number one supporter and cheerleader, leave you on read?  You thought you look like quite a catch.  You know you look like quite a catch.

A minute later, there’s a knock on your door.  Rushing to answer it, swinging the door surprisingly reveals the bright blond hair of your boyfriend.  You have no time to act surprised, he takes one sweep down before he jumps on you, pushing your body against the wall and crushing your lips to his.  His hands tightly grip your hips, looping a finger inside your shorts.

You roughly push his face away, both to breathe and get an explanation from your seemingly bipolar boyfriend.  Before you can say anything, he moans, “I couldn’t help myself, I had to come see you in person.”  He pulls back a little to scan your body again.  “God, you look sexy, baby.  You know how much I love your legs and this curvy little figure of yours.”  He hoists you up by your thighs, pinning your body to the wall with his and squeezing his hands around your flesh just shy of your butt.

You let out a yelp just as his lips capture yours again, more hungry this time, as he gathers more of your lovely thickness in his hands.  You try to match his pace, but he proves to be too much for you, especially with how he’s slowly grinding your bodies together, sending sweet tingling electricity through you.  Kaminari slides his hands down your legs closer to the middle of your thighs to carry you over to your bed, waddling over so he won’t drop you.

As he passes your mirror, you separate from him.  “W-Wait, stop here.”

The boy stops moving but continues his assault down your neck now.  Through your foggy mind, you pull out your phone and take a picture of the passionate image: your boyfriend gripping your honey thighs desperately as he ravages your neck, your arm clinging onto his neck and your knees squeezing his body, the socks the perfect accessory.  He looks up to stare down at the picture before rushing you over to the bed, practically tossing you down onto it before taking his place hovering over you.  Stealing your lips with another searing kiss, he mumbles, “I want that as my phone background, you look so hot there.  Damn, I’m so lucky to have you.”

You chuckle out another sigh.  “And here I thought you didn’t like how I looked.”

“Never!”

PART 2

[jordanstrophe]

A Change of Heart part 3

CW: Whumper turning caretaker, Injured whumpee, whumpee afraid of caretaker, whumpee being considered merchandise, recovering from a cauterizing, broken ribs, mild stripping, rough caretaker, some medical whump

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part 1 and  2 

Darius sat on the metal rail on the side of the road. He held Felix in his arms, holding him close to his chest, a hand holding a cloth to the wound on his side. Felix laid his head limply against his shoulder, tilting it to the side. He was breathing heavily, face sweating, eyes half closed. 

He couldn’t move.

He let out a tiny whimper, almost inaudible. Darius tucked his hair out of his face,  dabbing his forehead off with his sleeve. “Just hold on, they're almost here...” Darius whispered. He kept glancing back and forth down the empty road, then down at the phone he was struggling to grasp, wedged in his elbow so he could hold Felix.

Finally, a car pulled up, slamming on the brakes with a screech in front of them.

“It’s about time!” Darius yelled, sliding an arm under his legs to pick him up.

“Ehh, you’re welcome?” A woman hissed, slamming the side door open. Darius laid Felix in the back of the van, he winced in pain as he was set down. 

“My goodness Darius, he needs to go to a hospital!” The woman scolded. 

“No, we can’t Janis, I shouldn’t even have him. We’ll both get taken, probably killed if we go to a hospital.”

“So what are you going to do, huh? Take him home? Stich him up yourself?” She threw her hands in the air.

“Yep!” He said, cracking open a water bottle, pulling Felix up enough to tilt it to his lips. Felix choked down a couple of gulps before he was out of breath, wrenching his head away. Darius soaked up a cloth in his hands with the remaining water and cleaned up as much blood from his side as he could. Felix let out a whine, his whole body flinching, instinctively grabbing Darius’s wrists to pull him away. 

“Sssh, no no, you gotta hang on son, be tough...” Darius tried to soothe, prying his fingers off his wrist and laying his hand back down. Felix twisted his head to the side to hide his face in the seat, eyes squeezed shut, his body visibly cringing with each stroke of the cloth. 

Janis shook her head as she climbed into the drivers seat, stepping on the gas. “Janis! Easy! Try and not jostle the car please.” Darius complained. “Yeah yeah.” She waved, easing down on the gas. 

“What even happened, Darius?  One day you’re calling me up about this nice paying job you got, and you’re soooo happy with, and now you’re running off with this half dead kid and you're drenched in blood. Who is he, what happened?” She snapped.

“I’ll explain later...” He muttered, pulling out a fresh bandage from a first aid kit. 

“Jeez, you’re both a mess.” She shook her head. She drove them to a well kept home, mowed lawn, a fresh garden with a swing on the porch. 

“Clear?” He asked.  “Clear enough.” She shrugged glancing around the road. 

“Alright kid, up we go.” Darius grunted, hoisting him up in his arms.

Felix tried to lean out of his grasp, but he was quickly lifted anyway, letting out a small cry. “Please.. Please don’t hurt me...” Felix pleaded with a weak voice, forcefully being held against Darius’s chest.

Darius wanted to assure him he was only trying to help him and promise he wouldn’t hurt him, but he knew the night would still be a painful process. His wound was horrific, burned and infected. He couldn’t answer his question, he only let out a guilty sigh. The silence only made Felix more uncomfortable, as he slightly squirmed around in his arms, regretting it immediately as he cringed, curling in on himself from the pain shooting through his side.

"Easy. Just lie still." Darius instructed. 

The inside was just as clean and delightful as it was on the outside. Light colored furniture, plush carpets, the pleasant tick tick tick from a grandfather clock. Darius wasted no time climbing the stairs into the bathroom, using his foot to uncurl a folding chair tucked against a shelf. He gently sat him down, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Stay here for a minute please.” He instructed, turning the bath on full blast, and closing the door behind. The cool air slowly turned warm from the steaming bath behind him. The running water felt loud, ringing in his ears. Felix struggled to look around, trying to find someplace to slip out. The window was much too high, he could try and stand to slip out the door, but walking would be painful.

He stood up anyway, his legs trembling beneath him, his side screaming at him to just stop and rest. He gasped when he fell forwards, slamming onto the door, gripping the handle for support. His wrist instinctively turned the knob, as his weight resting against the door pushed it open, as he hit the ground. He cried out, biting his sleeve in an effort to numb the pain, as pain pulsed through his body. He whimpered into the floor as he blinked his eyes open, his vision swaying like he was strung upside-down, tears started trickling down his face.

Darius climbed the stairs, hands full of medical supplies. His face froze when he saw the bathroom door was open. He dropped everything in his hands that clattered to the floor in a heap, as he sprinted to the door, wrenching it open. It swung open to reveal Felix laying on the floor in the doorway even not moving.

Darius pulled him up into his arm, hoisting him over his shoulder, and bending down to put him back in the seat. He took his face in both his hands, using his thumb to force one eye open to check his pupils. He gently leaned his head back against the chair, he was barely conscious, being silent and still. He collected the pile of supplies back into his arms, slipping into the room, as he used scissors to cut his shirt off. It was shredded and soaked in blood anyway... 

He took an arm around his waist, arching his back off the chair enough to wrap a Vaseline soaked cloth winding it tightly around his ribs. He could feel a rib was crooked, most likely broken. Great... What else could possibly be broken in this mess. Felix still didn’t stir, head tilted back against the chair. He didn’t stir when Darius lifted him in his arms, laying him in the warm tub. He kept the water shallow enough it didn’t reach his wound, as he pulled out the detachable showerhead to rinse him off. 

He kept the water at a comfortable cool temperature, often spraying it on his own forearm to make sure it wasn't too cold or hot. He kept one hand on Felix’s chin to keep his head straight as he rinsed his hair out of all the dirt and blood, dark bloody water fell around him off to mix into the rest of the bath. Darius wanted a shower himself after spending a night in the hot forest, but he had priorities first. 

“Hey.” He heard a voice behind him. “Mmm?” He twisted his head. “How’s he doing?” Janis asked. “Might have some broken ribs.” He sighed. “Sure you can’t take him in?” She asked.  “Positive. He’s merchandise... Damaged goods in the eyes of the state. He has to stay here for now, until I figure out what to do with him.” Darius sighed. “What about family? Doesn’t he have a home we can just drop him off at?” She asked. “No. He shouldn’t. People who get shipped there don’t have any family. They're the last of their kin, that way no one looks or fights for em when they get taken away.” He sighed.

“That’s messed up. Why did you work there again?” She shook her head. Darius let out a sigh, popping the drain in the tub with a swishing sound. “I had the skills and the pay was good.” He shrugged. “If they call, say nothing. Say you haven’t heard from me at all in the past three days. Okay?” He asked. “Okay...” Janis sighed. “I’ll make you two something to eat, you must be starved.” She muttered, wandering off. “Thanks.” He nodded, looking back at Felix, who was unconscious now, head tilted to the side. 

“We’ve got one big ride ahead of us kid. Closest thing I’ll get to riding a roller coaster.” He chuckled. 

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[kylos-bens]

Mistakes Like This ↠ Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obi-Wan x Reader) Chapter 3

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: Slightly smutty??? There’s def some 18+ going on here folks LOLOLO 

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A/N: I know this is TCW Obi but UGH SO HOT. Also I have been posting my chapters more frequently through Wattpad if you find it easier to read there. You can find me @/concordiabeskar with the same title of this fic. 

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The torchlight scanned the slick caves from left to right. The bottoms of your feet were aching from the rough terrain. Darilia is definitely one of the worst planets you've ever stepped foot on. You were leading the way and were on high alert just in case you caught sight of anything suspicious. In the few hours of walking through this dark cavern, it honestly bored you that there was no action. A trio of clones trailed behind you and Obi-Wan and talking amongst themselves. "Wait I see something," you perked up when you can see only a few hundred feet away, a tight entrance.

"It appears to be a dead-end," Obi-Wan stopped by your side, his gloved fingers grazed yours and you didn't move your own.

"It's an opening," you jogged on ahead ignoring that the grounds of this cave were slippery. There was a fracture through the walls. You run your hands on the jagged edges and peered through it. You gasped at the sight of where the torchlight illuminated a massive clearing within the caves. The ceilings were higher and there was an opening where dark water was pouring down into a gaping hole in the ground. Obi-Wan called out your name but you slipped through and were so amazed at what you were looking at. To find this thousand of meters underground was chilling and you were sure now that a droid factory could be established here. If there were more clearings like this there was no doubt machinery was already put in place.

"Will you slow down!" Obi-Wan made it through the fracture in the rocks. "You have no idea where you are going!" He looked around and marveled at the sight as well. You shone your light directly at him.

"There's another entrance over there," you exclaimed and he immediately took hold of the torchlight in your hand. "Sorry." You lowered it again and the light caught something shiny. The clones were trying to make their way through the fracture but had to remove some of the packs to fit through. You moved your light again and clusters of shiny reddish-orange crystals reflected the beam.

"Watch your step," Obi-Wan murmured as you continued on your path towards the other entrance.

"Those can't be kyber crystals?" You looked at him.

"No," he replied keeping an eye out because they were exposed here. The clones were starting to make their way in when suddenly there was the sound of something cracking. It was faint but you knew Obi-Wan heard it too. "Stay still!" He said calmly. Everyone stood in their tracks. You shine your light on the walls of the cavern and they were all peppered with those crystals. It was such a stark contrast to the black rock. Then your light was on the ground. You didn't notice it at first but it was shiny just like black marble and you realized that you can see through it.

"Obi-Wan I think this is ice," you whispered. He turned his head to the clones who followed their order of staying still. "There's too many of us." You kept your eyes out for what was underneath the black ice. It was too dark but you can make out what looked like more sharp rocks.

"Fall back," Obi-Wan ordered. One by one in swift movements the clones went back through the fracture. You were making your way slowly behind Obi-Wan when he stopped.

"What are you stopping for?" you asked already worried that the integrity of the ground you stood on was seconds from giving up on you. "Obi-Wan?" The sound of the cracking grew louder.

"General?" one of the clones were still waiting by the entrance. Then everything happened so quickly that you didn't even have time to react. Obi-Wan faced you with panic in his eyes and he embraced your body pulling you close to him and stalactites came crashing down. The wind was knocked out of you as his body collided with yours. Both of you crashed through the ground and the black ice slammed hard against your wound. The drop felt like forever but you clutched on to Obi-Wan. The shards of icy glass triggered your memories and as the both of you freefall the last thing you wanted to think about was at least you die with Obi-Wan. You hit your head against something and then there was a splash.

*:·ﾟ✧

You were submerged in water and the only thing you could see was a blurry image of Obi-Wan swimming towards you. That's when you realized and you panicked. The bubbles escaped your mouth and you started waving your arms. You were once again denied air and Obi-Wan got to you. His arms wrapped around you and he swam towards the surface. It took forever but both of you gasped for air. There was a rocky edge where Obi-Wan swam you over. You were coughing out so much water but in your eyes, it just looked like dark oil. Unsure if it was blood because there was a salty metallic taste to it. You crawled on the rocks and spat it out. Obi-Wan was still gasping for air and coughing while making a face on the edge. You laid out flat on your back and looked up. It was an endless abyss of darkness. You didn't know how long the both of you fell for and you couldn't hear the clones with the roaring sound of water. The only light that shone through were these black crystals surrounding the walls. You didn't know if you hit your head so hard that colors were now different to you.

"Obi-Wan?" you whispered. He turned to you and he had the same look of fear in his blue eyes that snowy evening. He rushed over to you but you stopped him. "I'm fine." You were getting up and he touched your forehead where a pain shot through you. He removed his hand and there was dark blood on his fingers. He looked up at what you were just looking at and he called out to the clones.

There was no answer.

From above the drop didn't seem so far down but now you felt that you entered the planet's crust. He ignited his lightsaber and a blue glow lit up the edge that both of you were on. You sit and realized that your robes were torn and so were Obi-Wan's. His was not as mangled but your own had one sleeve ripped away and a gash running down your shoulder. You'll live.

"What is this?" he whispered. You looked at what he was looking at and your eyes were trying to focus on what was in front of the both of you.

"We have to find a way to get back up," you hoisted yourself up on your knees and you felt your own lightsaber hit your thigh. Obi-Wan stayed silent so you were curious at what exactly he was looking at. "Does it look familiar to you?" You examined it. It looked exactly like the black ice you were just standing on but this time it was more jagged. The black crystals around you glowed even more and you took notice of that.

"It's some sort of glass," he moved closer still lightsaber in hand. You managed to get up and followed him in a few steps. That's when you saw that it was a reflective surface. The lightsaber glow looked grimmer in the reflection but you couldn't see his shape. You frowned and then you saw your own reflection. Ghastly and with a cut on your forehead, you immediately backed away because you recognized what this was.

"Obi-Wan we need to get back up," you turned to him but he was no longer there with you. You blinked once and you were in complete darkness. The blood in your veins turned into ice and you spun around heart thumping in your ears. The black crystals were no longer glowing and you reached out with your hands but meet nothing. No, it can't be. You searched your fuzzy mind for something to explain what is going on right now.

You remembered reading about this enchanted black crystal formation as a Padawan. Staring at the towering wall you recalled that it shows your deepest and darkest desires. It made you nervous because all you could think about was what it would show you. These black crystal formation were just fables. Yet here you were staring up at it.

You turned your head when you hear the voice of Obi-Wan by your side. "What's going on? Where are you?"

He was still here but you couldn't see him. "Obi-Wan please just move back towards the water," you said making sure he doesn't step any closer to the reflection. Silence and you were disorientated, but you turned in every way possible because you didn't know where the water was either. The sound of the water was now muted and you couldn't feel anything in front of you. That was when you made contact with the cool smooth surface of the rocks. Your eyes were slowly adjusting in the dark but then you realized that the black crystals were glowing again. There was a pang of nervousness when you see your reflection looking back at you. She smiled a devious grin and you backed away and bumped into something. You turned and it was Obi-Wan.

"Stars! You must have hit your head so hard," he tsked. You were stunned to see him back in front of you. "What did you see?" He asked squinting his eyes toward the reflection.

"Don't look Obi-Wan please," you pushed on his chest but he collided with something behind him. He was also startled and you backed away. The black crystal had manifested around the both of you.

"What's the matter with you?" He placed his hand on the crystal and he frowned. There was a dim soft glow and you noticed a muscle twinge in his jaw. You looked at what he was looking at and it was not a reflection of him but of you. You looked in front of you and instead of seeing yourself, it was of him. Your head was spinning from the changes so you had to crouch down. You thought to yourself that he must have seen what you were seeing.

When you looked up at the reflection, the glow was back. Your vision was foggy like you were staring at a mirror after a hot shower and behind you was Obi-Wan getting down on his knees. It caused you to hold your breath and sit still. He placed his gloved hand on the crook of your neck. You start wondering if this was part of your mind playing tricks or it was what the crystal was showing you. No, you felt his hand on your neck, and then you felt his beard by your ear. The prickly sensation made you shiver. This was too good to be true.

"I saw it," he whispered on your skin. "It's okay."

"We need to get out of here," you clenched your thighs together. You never heard him speak in that tone before and what it did to you was oh so good.

"We will," he pressed a kiss on your neck. The gentle embrace of his other arm held you in place. Your arms stuck to your sides and whole body trembling. "Please darling let me in. Just this once." His blue eyes looked at you in the reflection. You closed your eyes and let out a whimper as he continues to kiss down your neck and on your exposed shoulder where the sleeve was torn. Is this real?

"This is all an illusion Obi-Wan," you opened your eyes once again and he was focused on you. "You aren't really here."

"Yes I am," he moved his other free hand and squeezes your waist pulling you back against him. "I'm here can't you feel me?" Oh, you did feel him. Hard and pressed up against you.

"This is wrong Obi-Wan," you were breathing hard as he moved his other hand down the side of your body. It was tantalizing and you were so tempted. You stared at the reflection. It was a sight to see. Obi-Wan's hair flopped down on his forehead and the lighting gave his face shadows and it did things to you. This was an image you always dreamed about. He pressed his cheek against your neck and smiled. Once again his gloved hand made its way to hold your chin and held you in place. "Please." It was a pathetic sound that came out of your mouth. He sucked on the skin and the beard was an added sensation.

"Yes, my sweet one?" he whispered. You turned your own head to meet his eyes but when you do you let out a scream. His eyes were dark and hollowed out.

You sat up in a frenzy and were surprised to see that another Obi-Wan was right in front of you. He appeared to look out of breath as well. He was still soaking wet from your drop down into the dark pool and he reached out to you. "What in Maker's name was that?" he could only mutter it. "Did I hurt you?" You were confused until now. However, you were sure it was the real him.

"No what did you see?" you wanted to just get away from this. It was feeding your desires.

"It was nothing," he got up and looked around. "You would not appreciate it." You saw that the black crystal wall was no longer surrounding you. The images you saw were being tucked away in the back of your head. You kept quiet while Obi-Wan thought of a plan to get out. Your mind was too clouded with thoughts that no strategies came up. It took a few tries, but now Obi-Wan was maneuvering his way out of the rocks.  You followed in suit and he warned you about the slippery rocks.

"I got it," you whispered. Both of you balanced your way by the walls and tried climbing up but it was no use.

"Come here," he said and that caught you off guard at first but he motioned that he was going to lift you up to the closest edge.

"This won't work," you said but you obeyed him anyway. You step on his hands and launched you up before you catch the ledge. "Kriff!" You screamed. The pain from your fall shot through you. Obi-Wan supported your legs and kept you up as you tried shimming your way on the ledge.

"Are you alright up there?" he reached up and you take his hand.

"Perfectly splendid," you said through gritted teeth and you pull him up as well. He examined your expression and realized that you looked tired and cold. You honestly had enough and just wanted to rest after the events that happened.

"We'll rest here. We are hidden," he removed his outer robes and handed them to you. You wrapped it around yourself and took in his scent. He watched as you huddled against the rocks and he leaned back against the other side. "We might have to climb the entire way back up. So rest up." You closed your eyes and just turned to your side.

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You wake up and were unsure how long you've been asleep. The hood of Obi-Wan's robe was over your head and once you removed it you turned to see that he was also passed out from exhaustion. His head was leaning against the rocks and you just stared at him. You felt his energy in the force and you didn't know why you actively sought that out at the moment. It had low vibrations meaning he was not even aware that you were already awake. This whole mission tired him out. Not knowing what exactly you were trying to do, you moved a little closer and lifted your hand towards him with the purpose of finding out what he saw.

It felt wrong but you had to know. His defense was still down and you gently grasped at his recent memories. You were immediately launched into his point of view. Harsh breathing and whimpering. You blinked a couple of times before you saw your self sprawled on all fours on the edge of the black crystal formation. Obi-Wan was grasping your hips and pounding into you with slow but purposeful strokes. Your robes were skewed and he leaned down pressing his robbed chest against you. "Master please don't stop," you whimpered from underneath him. You were watching this with widened eyes. His deepest and darkest desire was a moment like this. He had his gloved hand grab your neck and pulled you back so you were on your knees and flat against him.

"Look at me in the reflection darling," he smirked and that sent a wave of arousal through your own body. You obeyed and he whispered a well done in your ear. He quickened his pace rolling his hips against yours and you were moaning out for more. Your body bounced up and down on his cock. You were loud and even you were surprised by this. Never in your life did you hear yourself like that. He moved his thumb on your lips and parted them before he slipped it in. You begin to nibble on it and the sensation probably sent more pleasure to Obi-Wan because he shivered as he thrust into your aching core. You were craving for what was going to come next but you sensed the memory fading. All at once, it disappeared and you were facing a flustered Obi-Wan. His eyes were wide and lips parted.

"I am so sorry," you backed away and he couldn't speak. "That was so wrong of me." You had nowhere to go and a blush was creeping up on your face. You can see his chest rising and falling.

"Don't be sorry," he whispered. Did he want you to see that? The both of you were just a few feet away from each other and it took every part of you not to reach out to him. Your body was aching just for him and he knew that. Once again your mind kept saying no that this was a bad idea but your legs continued to press hard against one another. Your heart racing as you picture what he saw.

"This never happened between us," you looked him in the eyes as he moved towards you. His hand hovered over your waist and moved up to your shoulder and his gloved finger traced your collarbone.

"What did?" He whispers on your lips and a hand gripping your neck.

Next Chapter

[simplybakugou]

Sweet Sugar

↝ Tired of not being able to see your boyfriend because of his demanding job, you decide to give him the cold shoulder only for it to backfire on you.

BINGO SPACE: Distract with Kisses

⋆ PAIRING: prohero!kaminari x reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: flufff :) ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1551

A/N: more kaminari? yes. another @bnhabookclub​ bingo piece? yes again! thank you to @laylahoran​ for requesting kaminari for this prompt! credits to @eraserhead-transparents​ for kaminari cap! also don’t mention why the banner looks crusty, i have no idea why tumblr hates me this much

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✐posted 08.04.2020✐

Since you started dating Kaminari, almost everyone you knew expressed how jealous they were of their friend who was in a relationship with one of the top pro heroes. Initially you understood their feelings as Kaminari was quite evidently a celebrity to the point where you couldn’t go out with him in public without him getting recognized. Even hardcore fans would recognize you despite the fact that you were an ordinary citizen.

You met Kaminari in his last year in U.A. and although he wasn’t a pro hero at the moment, he was still popular as he came from the infamous class 1-A, the unfortunate group of students who always seemed to be one of the League of Villains’ targets. With his studies and training, you always understood how hard he worked to achieve his dream: to be a pro hero. 

And once he did become a pro hero, you continued to be as considerate as you could when he had to call your dates off as he was whisked away to save civilians from evildoers. It was to be expected when dating someone with such an important and demanding job. 

But in the past few weeks, it seemed that it was even harder than usual to spend even a few moments alone with your boyfriend. Every morning you would wake up, feeling around your bed for his body beside you only to feel the emptiness of the sheets engulfing your palms. And every night you would attempt to stay up to see him, often ending up sleeping on the couch as you patiently waited for him. Kaminari always came home, smiling at the sight of your sleeping body as he would carry you to bed before crawling in right beside you.

You never wanted to hold him accountable or get upset with him for never having time to be with you but you’d be lying to yourself if you said that it didn’t make you upset to barely have enough time to even catch a glimpse of his face, especially since you live together.

That night was the same as you were sat on the couch, a cup of tea in your hand as the loneliness you felt every night felt more intense than usual. The colors displayed from the TV screen glared to your eyes as you watched in anticipation. It became a daily routine for you to watch the news, specifically the channels that covered any villainous activity and news on pro heroes. You wanted to make sure Kaminari was safe if he were ever involved with the missions and attacks that the reporters covered.

You continued watching, hearing the news reporter explain how heroes like Deku and Ground Zero were encountered with numerous villains as crime rates continued to increase. It made your heart race watching the footage taken of the heroes fighting such murderous, terrifying people as you couldn’t help but be afraid for Kaminari as you were reminded how his life was constantly put in danger due to his job. 

On most nights, due to his status as one of the top heroes, Kaminari’s name would be mentioned at least once on the news, most of the time covering what he accomplished on his daily patrols or the areas he was often stuck with patrolling. But that night the news reporter didn’t mention his name once. Maybe you were being paranoid but you couldn’t help but suspect something was wrong. When reporters don’t mention high profile heroes’ names, it's either because they weren’t required to patrol that night or they were injured and their whereabouts were unconfirmed.

You knew Kaminari was on patrol that night, as he would text you every morning and night to let you know when his patrols were. You couldn’t help but worry… was he okay? Was he injured? Should you text him? What should you do?

Giving into your conflicting thoughts, you decided to call him. Usually he would answer immediately just to reassure you as he was well aware of how distressed you can get, but his phone went straight to voicemail.

While you were sat with your perturbed thoughts on the couch, Kaminari slowly opened the door to your apartment, a sigh escaping his lips. He could see the back of your head from the front door and he smiled, happy to see that you were still awake. He managed to get out of work early, wanting to make up for all the times he was unable to spend some time with you. 

He saw that you didn’t acknowledge him, deciding this was the perfect time to give you a little scare. He quietly slipped his shoes off, tiptoeing towards you. You were staring at your phone as you were still panicking, not sure what to do. The TV was fortunately drowning out the creaking of Kaminari’s footsteps and just as you were about to try and call him again, Kaminari screamed out “BOO,” sending you falling off the couch to the floor out of fear.

Kaminari plopped down on the couch, gasping in between laughs as you sat upright, experiencing a mixture of glaring at him and the initial shock of seeing his face before you.

“I’m sorry,” Kaminari said finally, his cheeks hurting from his laughter. He extended his hand out to you to hoist you up but you ignored him, getting up from the floor and sitting as far as you could from him on the couch. 

Kaminari chuckled at your evasiveness, sliding closer to you. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You should’ve answered your phone,” you mumbled under your breath, leaning forward to grab the TV remote. 

“I know, but I wanted to surprise you!” Kaminari said as he watched you despite you ignoring him. He grabbed you by your waist, wanting to pull you onto his lap and kiss your cheek but you pushed him away, refusing to succumb to him. 

You were ecstatic to see him and as much as you wanted to be in his arms, you were still a bit angry that he hadn’t answered his phone while you were panicking about his well-being, even though you were probably overreacting.

“Are you mad that I scared you?” Kaminari asked, still confused with why you were so upset in the first place.

You finally turned to him, narrowing your brows at him. “I thought something happened to you! You weren’t answering your phone and you always answer right away so I thought you were hurt, Denki!”

Despite you expressing how frightened you were, you grew even angrier when you looked back at Kaminari who had a wide smile on his face, one that he was attempting to hold back. “What���s so funny?”

Kaminari leaned in, wrapping his arm around you and bringing your face closer to his. “You’re just so damn cute.” He kissed your left cheek and then your right cheek, planting kisses all across your face.

“I’m sorry for making you worry. I got Sero to cover tonight’s patrol for me so I could be with you. I know I’ve been an ass and haven’t been able to see you in the past few weeks so I wanted to make it up to you,” Kaminari explained, brushing your hair back through his fingers. “Are you still mad?”

Your expression nearly faltered as you practically had to ball your hands into fists to refrain from leaning into him into a hug. You jutted your bottom lip out as you looked up at him, the frown back on your face. “Yes.”

“Okay.” Kaminari moved his arms up your back and held you tightly against him into his embrace. He turned his head, peppering your face with kisses to the point where you could barely breathe from his grip. He left small kisses on your cheeks, your neck, your nose, your forehead… basically anywhere but your lips just to tease you.

He was attempting to distract you from being upset with him and it was working. “Fine, fine! I’m not mad anymore, okay?”

Kaminari pulled away, his arms still around you as he rested his forehead against yours. “Good. ‘Cause we’re spending the rest of the night together and I can’t have you be mad at me.”

You finally smiled a little, closing the gap in between you and your boyfriend yourself as you closed your lips over his, both of you smiling against each other. Kaminari pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him. You could barely keep up with his pace as you were both eager to see each other once again.

You couldn’t remember the last time you were with your boyfriend like this, which made this moment mean even more to you. Your past paranoia dissipated as quickly as it came as Kaminari stood to his feet, holding you up in his arms as your legs hooked around his waist to keep yourself upright. He made his way to your shared bedroom and you were giggling as he almost fell on his rear in the process.

That night, despite how trivial it was, was one you’d always remember. Because despite having a boyfriend who had a job that was always putting him in danger, you never once felt lonely ever again.

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Series Summary:  Almost two decades ago, the fae rose up from beyond the veil with technology far surpassing the human race, quickly taking over after laying waste to nearly everything in their wake. Now eight paths cross to right the wrongs on both ends, working to uncover secrets that would have rather stayed hidden

Chapter 5: Bow With Hope

Summary: Enter Patton.

Trigger Warnings: death mention. If i missed any please let me know.

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Patton sighed gratefully as the great doors closed behind him, quickly straightening before anyone could see and hurrying down the main street to the tallest building before anyone could catch him and ask too many questions. His jaw clicked painfully as he tried to subtly stretch it out and hoping no one would notice just how fast he was blinking behind his rather large glasses. Too many potential questions, too many potential conversations, too much of everything and honestly why wasn’t he there yet he was in impeccable shape and walking fairly quickly and-

He nearly crashed into the front doors of the building not having noticed tripping his way up the steps. Blinking a few more times he shifted his pack to one shoulder somewhat painfully considering its weight and nudged the door open slowly and just enough for him to fit through, slipping in fast and shutting himself and the inside away from any potential prying eyes. Dropping the pack carefully he slumped against the frame and let his eyes adjust, the milkiness nearly cleared from his vision as he stretched his mouth open as wide as it would go. Being mute outside the walls didn’t give you many opportunities or use for that matter for opening it very often, defaulting to clenching his jaw an unhealthy amount and making it a relief when he finally returned to his city and no longer had to worry about keeping up any pretenses.

Looking around revealed an unsurprisingly empty lobby, the converted hotel expanded almost impossibly wide and making the light fixtures work twice as hard to banish the shadows from the furthest reaches of the room. Several staircases led up and away to various sections of the building, though only a couple led down into the depths where he and others of his current status were rarely ever permitted to tread. Waving away the sadness that threatened to swell at the thought he simply sighed again and hoisted the pack back over his shoulder, oddities from a nearby Undercurrent ratting softly within it. He wondered briefly what the residents of the underground towns actually called themselves- certainly something better than the blatant derogatory name Societies had given them. The nicer ones were nearly identical to Patton’s own city: well structured layers of markets and power plants and homes all buried safely beneath the ground to adapt to their rapidly changing environment.

Of course he wouldn’t care to live in one...he didn’t even really care to be living in a Society despite the “safety” it promised him especially being as high up as he was. Given the choice he’d be a wanderer as so many were now, refusing to settle down where either roots or branches would eventually chase you out or kill you as you tried to hold them back. Vast open plains were really only a temporary solution as wildlife continued to grow and shift and spread without mercy or care for what it was destroying to create whatever ideals were behind it. Shaking his head once again he made his way to the nearest staircase. There’d be time for thinking later...maybe. For now he needed to deliver what he managed to find and hopefully it would be enough to pay him with a day pass to the cemetery; his superiors didn’t want the past to hold anyone back which was fine with Patton- it just  meant he worked incredibly hard to be able to earn his time with who he had lost.

Finally getting to the door he needed he took the time to give his jaw one final stretch, mouthing out a couple words to practice their shapes before he had to talk again. His vision  had finally cleared fully leaving his dark brown curls the only thing obstructing his vision. Carefully they were pushed up and away, tucked neatly behind his ears before he smoothed the front of his still dirty tunic. Wincing he tried in vain to brush as much of it off as he could only to give up after barely half a minute as the dirt made it clear it was there to stay. Stern voices chiding him for his lack of professionalism were waved away quickly. His job was tough and dirty and there was really nothing he could do to help with that unless they decided to transfer him to a different purpose. These assurances fell somewhat limply as he sucked in a breath. He would never trade his purpose for anything, dangerous as it could be and even with the added drawbacks. He was free to roam out there- within a time frame but still. He could see how the world was progressing and how life was coping, he could see grass and “trees” rather than the industrial colors of his Society, and most of all he could look for-

Gripping the straps he straightened one final time and placed his hand on the door knob. There would be time for thinking later; right now he had a job to finish. Swinging open the door before he could change his mind he stepped in, head down and shoulders back before shutting the door behind him. Nothing happened for a full minute, the only sound in the room Patton’s own quickly beating heart and the gentle tinkling in the bag as the trinkets shifted with his fidgeting, Five minutes had passed before he slowly lifted only his eyes to scan the room, realizing with a start that he was completely alone. 

Cheeks burning with slight embarrassment he walked forward towards the thin envelope with his name on it on the wide oak desk. Placing the pack beside him he opened to reveal a small wad of twenty dollar bills and a note most likely written by the direct herself.

Patton,

If your past findings have been anything to go by this should be enough to pay you for what you’ve brought back this time, though action will be taken if my assumption is incorrect. The day pass included was taken from your pay, I took the liberty of sparing you a trip.

Faris

Blinking in surprise he quickly shuffled his pay to find that there was, in fact, a day pass included. His stomach squeezed uncomfortably at the thought of his routine being known so well but the organization he worked for was a rather tight knit group so in the end he supposed it made sense. He nudged the bag closer to the side of the desk and turned to leave, only briefly wondering why the director hadn’t been there this time before quickening his pace back towards the way he came. If he hurried he’d be able to use it now; he’d scarcely thought of much else his entire trip outside the walls.

Walking as quickly as he dared through the silent lobby he found the long familiar flight of stairs and hurried down them, barely stopping ;long enough to shove the pass through the slot before nearly crashing into the second door he hadn’t been paying attention to today.. Schooling his annoyed expression as the pass was logged he reached immediately for the door as he heard the beep, mood sobering immediately as the cold musty air hit his face. The cemetery was a quiet place, as they so often were, and hung heavy with the warm smell of earth contrasted just shy of unpleasantly with the crisp air of the underground cavern. Here the dead lay still in whatever a family could scrounge to wrap them with, most only in their best clothes laid as carefully and respectfully as possible in the holes dug by those who cared for them. Families weren’t allowed to see the dead laid to rest, too painful a thing to watch with the limited amount of technology they had, the director had said. Patton would have gave everything- he glanced up at where his feet had automatically taken him. His son’s grave.

His tight smile turned genuine as he kneeled in front of the stone, tears already pricking his eyes as he stared at the name written there. He brought his arm up slowly, palm resting on the corner of the smooth stone he had picked out himself: smooth and just big enough and slate gray with obsidian cracks spidering at the side. He always liked smiling in the cemetery, hoping that if God forbid his sin’s soul lingered he would see his father smiling and be comforted. He knew if he was ever a spirit he wouldn’t want to see his family mourn him, pain cracking their usually cheerful features. No. He’d rather them smile with the memories of their time spent together, and especially for his young child, he smiled as wide and as long as he could, simply absorbing the silence and trying his best to turn the cool indifference of the stone into warm comfort with the simple touch of his palm.

“I always wondered who it was you put all your hard earned savings towards. Though I’m deeply curious patton: if you’re mourning him down here, then why look for him up there?” Patton froze at the cold words tossed at him so carelessly, matching the rest of the room and sapping what little warmth he himself had left to offer. Standing carefully he schooled his face into what he hoped was an open expression and turned, meeting the deep brown eyes of Director Faris. 

She really shouldn’t be this intimidating he thought to himself as he bowed his head. The director was his height and only slightly chubbier, dark suit with a crisp lab coat laying carefully over it filling the picture of professionalism. Really the only thing scary about her was the necklace she wore with their society emblem carved into a small pendant, the snarling muzzle of a dog glinting in the low light. Her stern gaze never wavered from him, much as he wished it would, and the air between them had grown incredibly uncomfortable by the time she cleared her throat to indicate he could answer.

“Blind hope I suppose.” He offered weakly. “Thank you f-”

She waited patiently for him to clear his suddenly very dry throat, trying desperately to clear the gravel of disuse from his voice before he tried to speak again. “Thank you for  including a pass with my pay, the saved trip is greatly appreciated.”

“Blind hope that he survived and somehow escaped your notice for ten years?”

“A father knows.”

“So does a leader.” Faris stepped forward and  laid a hand on his shoulder. “You always have so much trouble simply letting go Patton. Let the past be.”

Patton bit back the retort of his purpose that was given to him by the director herself was finding relics of the past along with whatever could be made from present materials to bring back to the city. His purpose relied on the past and people finding new ways to innovate it so it fit into the future. That to simply let the past go- well, wasn’t so simple. He cast a longing gaze to the smooth stone sitting obliviously in the dirt, Faris’ eyes following sharply.

“Whose body do you think is down there if not your son’s? How little respect do you have for us if you think we would deceive you on such a personal level?” Patton felt a wave of guilt wash over him at those words, looking down shamefully. “Have faith, Patton. This world has no more room for questions.”

As the director's hand fell from his shoulder at last she gestured as she turned away, taking confident strides to the stairs. “Follow me when you’re ready; I have other things to discuss with you.”

Pressing his lips together, Patton took one last look at the grave marker. Doubt curled not for the first time in the back of his mind, an ever growing sapling digging its roots ever deeping in the bed of questions he had surrounding the Society in which he lived and the people put in charge of it. As one of the head researchers it didn’t sit right with him that Faris allowed so little to be questioned, instead offering up faith as the sole reason to follow whatever whim the higher ups decided to pursue. He worked only a small branch of the Society, so much was left behind closed doors he very rarely if ever had access to. There was always, always room for questions. 

“I will never stop looking for you.” He whispered quietly enough so he was sure faris wouldn’t hear before turning and hurrying towards the steps. “I promise you, Virgil.”

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You. Me. Us| Yandere Jimin x Reader

[Summary: The handsome guy you meet briefly in a bookstore is intent on intertwining his fate with yours, although his methods themselves are unorthodox. After all, he’s intent on his belief that in the end, it’s you. Him. And the word Us. And it doesn’t matter how he gets to the ending he deserves.]

Type: Horror/Thriller fic

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, masturbation, voyeurism with no consent from one party, brief mentions of alcohol, near-death experience, obsessive behaviors painted as normal

A/N: based on the tv show You, so credit goes to the show and its producers! I didn’t vibe with the second season that came out yesterday so I decided to write a fic based on the first season but with a different ending. This is the first part, and if it goes well, I’ll update other parts!

December 27, 4:33PM

He had met you on that day, a cold gray day in the unforgiving city of Seoul. Two days after Christmas, Jimin remembers how frigid the city was as the warmth of the holiday season seeped away. He remembers every detail about that afternoon, that meeting; hell, he remembers every detail about you.

You’re soulmates. Lovers cast by the stars of the universe and molded with brushings of stardust. It’s inevitable that he had seen you, that he had met you. 

Pretty, with wide eyes shadowed by long, curled lashes. Rosy lips arched in a pleasant curve. A scarf--he remembers the color: crimson, like blood roses--loosely circled around your delicate neck. You, you were perfect.

"Hey," you had called to him. Had spoken to him. Did he even deserve to be witnessing you, the you that glowed in this worn down bookstore in Seoul?

"Hello?" he heard you speak again, like cold water splashing on him, and he blinked his vision clear.

You smiled gently, a little shyly as you met his gaze. "Is this book any good?"

He cleared his throat, flitting his gaze to the worn book you had in hand. "Yes. Victor Hugo, a classic. Although it gets a little tedious sometimes to read, it's amazing to see how major issues from the 19th century can still be applicable to modern times. That and the way he manages to describe societal anguish in a poetic manner leaves a feeling of satisfaction."

His voice trailed off. Shit, he did it again; he talked on and on about something that people as pretty as you most likely didn't care about. You must be bored, must see him as boring.

But instead, your smile grew just a little bit bigger. "This sounds interesting. I'll take it."

And Jimin felt his heart speed up a little bit more. This, you, him. It must be destined.

December 27, 8:41PM

You're a writer. He can't help but notice the bundles of paper delicately clipped together in your bag when you open it to find your wallet.

And he also can't help it when he catches your name when you answer a call. It seems that he can't help a lot of things when it comes to you.

He looks you up on social media first. Instagram. Facebook. Snapchat. Twitter. Hell, even Tumblr. It's advantageous for him that you use the same username for each social media platform.

Spending some time with friends to take my mind off of writer's block. The caption follows a shot of drinks, glistening in the low light of a bar, lined up on a table. There are three people tagged. He makes a mental note to look at their profiles later.

Wishing I was back in the sun. It's a shot of you in a bikini, lying underneath the golden sun. He can't help but feel a little jealous that all of these people--218 according to the likes on your post--get to witness your body like this. But it's okay, he tells himself. This was posted months ago, long before you met him, someone who looks past superficial aspects.

He scrolls until his thumbs grow tired. As he turns off his laptop, he can't help but feel a little disappointed that you haven't posted anything, not even a short hinting tweet, about the cute guy you met at a bookstore.

He remembers your latest tweet, posted 2 minutes ago. You're at a bar celebrating your friend's birthday. He decides that a peek or two won't do any harm. Besides, he's only there to make sure you're safe.

His cap is pressed over gray-dyed hair, and he's in clothes that will allow him to blend into the crowd. A girl sidles up to him, resting her hand on his shoulder flirtatiously. He shrugs it off; she's not you after all. The girl, obviously more than a little tipsy, gets up and stumbles away.

He sits in a place that allows him to see and hear you, but he's not too close so that you can see him.

"Minyoung! Happy birthday!" he can hear your voice, high-pitched and bubbly. It's a lot different from the voice you had used in the bookstore. He can't help but feel just a little prideful that he knows the real you more than your supposed friends do.

He remembers Minyoung from her Instagram profile. Minyoung herself, with 2K followers, is pretty with a straight small nose and cropped hair dyed neon green, but in a phony way that leaves him swallowing bile. She doesn't deserve you, and she especially doesn't deserve the expensive gift. You'll be lucky to get something a quarter as expensive for your birthday; he knows your friends almost as well as he knows you. And he also knows that they don't deserve you.

"Bitch, you didn't!" Minyoung tears through your delicate wrapping with sharp and long acrylic nails. Jimin can't help but wince from his seat.

"She did! Flexing on us, huh, babe," your next friend he recalls is named Ji-Ah. She's the kind of phony pretty that Minyoung is too, with long brown curls and glossy lips. Jimin thinks he hates her almost as much as he hates Minyoung.

You smile, though he notices how it's just a little strained, and he feels anger as he watches Miyoung toss your gift on the table without even as much as a thank you. Fuck Ji-Ah, Jimin doesn't think he hates anyone as much as he hates Minyoung.

Your gift, one you poured care in, cast aside. You are an angel. Your "friends" don't deserve to be in your presence, let alone receive a gift from you. Jimin's clenches his hands, and when he relaxes them, there are crescent-shaped indents, drops of blood smeared on pale skin.

"Come on, let's move to a club! This bar is so fucking boring," Minyoung coos after she’s done opening her gifts.

You shake your head. "I have to work early tomorrow and a manuscript to write. I’m so sorry, but have a fun time without me!"

"Boo! Don't be a boring bitch," Ji-Ah sticks her tongue out as she gets up and walks off with Minyoung.

It only leaves you and your last friend. Haeun looks the least fake of your friends, but Jimin knows that she's the same level as them. Rich. Fake. Obnoxious. Only using you. 

"(Y/N), why did you buy that for her? You know you can't afford it. Minyoung doesn't deserve that at all. Next time, if you need money, just ask me," Haeun pushes her long black hair fixed in a high ponytail off her shoulder as she gets up to leave. You just force a smile as Haeun sidles away. The smile drops when none of your friends can see you anymore.

Condescending isn't she. You really know how to pick your friends.

You take the nearest glass of alcohol and pour it back rapidly. When you've swallowed it all and wiped your mouth, you pull on your jacket and leave the bar. Jimin follows behind you, your silent protector in a bitterly empty world.

You wander into the train station. A nearby drunkard tries to accost you, and Jimin makes a move towards you. You manage to fend the drunkard off before Jimin can be your hero, but your phone slips out of your already shaky grip and falls onto the tracks.

You stumble into the tracks. Jimin rushes towards you. You grab your phone and stand up as the train whistles begin to grow nearer, and Jimin watches as your eyes blow wide, frantic as tears drip down your cheeks.

"Take my hand!" he yells over the sound of the train. You look up, your eyes bleary, and grab his hand. He hoists you up as the lights of the train glow brighter.

"Um," you manage to sputter as you try to grab ahold of yourself," Thank you."

Your hazy eyes focus on Jimin and clear a little. "Oh! Bookstore guy!"

You look adorable like this, hair slightly messy and lips parted in confusion. Jimin's heart tugs a little. God, he's already fallen for you so deep.

That moment fades as your cheeks puff a little, and you vomit over his shoes and the bottom of his pants.

He finds himself in a taxi cab, his shoes in a plastic bag next to him, as you snore softly by his side, having passed out after telling him your address. He catches sight of your phone, the case dirty from its fall into the tracks.

You won't mind if he just...peeks, do you? He acts before he can think, grabbing your phone and fiddling around with it. Perfect, now he'll be able to watch everything you do on it. He feels a little guilty, but the train incident proves that you need him just as much as he needs you. He sets the phone back down next to you. It looks like nothing has happened, but Jimin knows better.

The taxi rolls to a stop in front of an apartment building. He reaches out to nudge you awake, but you're already blinking glossy eyes open before he can.

"Thank you," you say before your mouth falls open," Oh my God, I threw up on you. I threw up on you; that's so fucking embarrassing! Here, uh, my phone number is XXX-XXX-XXXX. Call me, and I'll, um, get you new shoes."

"It's fine, really. These shoes were getting old anyway, and I needed a new pair of shoes soon. How about a drink instead?" Jimin beams in a way that has swooned the hearts of many, crinkling his eyes into upside-down crescents. You smile back at him as you get out.

"Sounds good! Just text me when!"

The taxi door shuts behind you. Jimin is left temporarily breathless. Just like he thought, you’re meant to be together. 

When you get into your apartment and look back out, the taxi is gone. You can't help but feel a little guilty that you hadn't done much for your savior after he had done so much for you.

A knock bangs on your door, and you look at who it is.

"God, leave me fucking alone, Seojun," you spit out, sliding open the door. Seojun’s standing there, his body swaying slightly; he can barely stand straight.

"I'm sorry, babe! I swear to God nothing happened with me and her," your ex-boyfriend sputters out. He smells of booze; you’re not surprised.

"So you tripped and your dick somehow managed to land in her mouth; don't be a fucking lying cunt, Choi," you bristle, making a move to slam the door.

"Baby, baby, listen to me," Seojun steps in closer before you can, sliding his hands onto the curve of your waist," She didn't mean anything. I've missed you. I’ve missed the way you feel, baby. My cock misses the way you squeeze down on me. Aren’t you lonely, baby?’’

You hesitate before pushing him off of you and slamming the door shut on him. "God, don’t fucking talk to me anymore. Just leave me alone, Choi. Don't come back."

You hear boots scraping against the pavement as he walks away from your door and hopefully out of your life. He always was and always will be an asshole. You had dated him for the fun of it after he made a move on you at a party, and all of your friends had insisted that you ‘’try him out,’’ whatever the fuck that meant. 

But still, his words make you remember just how lonely and untouched you are.

Sagging against your sofa in front of your window, you push your pants down your hips, spreading your legs apart slightly as your hands slide down your body. Your fingers circle your clit, quick, short movements that leave you quivering slightly and clenching down on empty air.

You think of the guy from the bookstore. His handsome features with his sharp facial structure, puffy eyes, and rosy plump lips. He’s ethereal, a fairy. His voice was soft and just a bit high pitched. You think of how tempting he looked, clad in a soft sweater and dark jeans that showed off his thighs and ass. You bite your lip as your thighs close around your arm. 

You come with a cracking moan, your eyes fluttering shut as you shake slightly from the pleasure.

You sail down from your peak, crashing back into sobriety that leaves you feeling more empty and more guilty. God, you really are pathetic, aren't you? Fucking yourself to a guy you barely even know, barely even talked to.

Wiping your fingers on a tissue and pulling your pants back up, you stand up and walk away from your spot by the window, having forgotten that you had left the curtains open.

Jimin had seen the whole thing from his hidden spot across the street, and he softly moans to himself as he rubs himself hard through his jeans. Fuck, you look so, so pretty when you come. If only you weren't thinking about that jerk ass who had come to your door.

Jimin comes hard, groaning softly into the fabric of his coat as images of fucking you and how good he would make you feel overtake his mind. He sags against the rough brick wall of the building across from yours, his chest heaving, and he makes up his mind right then and there.

He would do something to make you forget about that jerk ass. He would do anything for you after all.

Choi Seojun, the man plastered over your Twitter for a solid six months, would be hard to get rid of, with his status as an esteemed rich party boy and your ex-boyfriend.

But for you, Jimin would do anything.

After all, in the end, it was you. Him. And the word Us.

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Quinn

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SOUNDS.

tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / Spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight/ banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / labored breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit /raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / tea kettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / Gregorian chants / mournful cries

VISUALS.

filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes /filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in Venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies

SCENTS.

burnt leaves / Turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans/freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream /cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rain-soaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lilies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meat pies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / rice cakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandalwood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / sea cucumbers / peppermint hand cream

Tagged by - @pops-and-kids​ hehe thank you friend <3

tagging: @silver-rose-notpirates @ask-rena @heavy-metal-punk and anyone who wants to!!

[hellsinvestigativereporter]

Story Time/Open RP: New City, same old scum.

Daigo had been on the rooftop for a few hours. He was using a spy glass to get the lay of the land, as well as scope out the castle of the ruling family of the city. Sounded like the Baron liked to live on the wild side if the local gossip was to be believed. Hansel Redmane was his name and apparently if there was one thing this man loved more than anything it was throwing massive parties where everyone had a little too much wine and far too little clothing. Same old story really. Apparently this Baron’s partying came with quite a high price tag and it was the citizens who usually footed the bill. The pretty ones got to enjoy the party too if they tickled the right lord or ladies fancies. Daigo lowered his spy glass and sighed. Taking out guys like this is what got him booted from the collective in the first place. To be honest he never understood why they objected so much to ensuring that people who exploit others for personal gain getting what was coming to them. But no matter. He was out of the guild now, though not fully unscathed. He had scars lining his hands and arms, as well as a rope burn scar around his neck. Charming gifts from his former compatriots. But no matter. If he dwelt on the past again he’d be up on that roof for hours. Well, more hours anyway. He put on his skull mask and pulled his hood up and slid off the roof down to a nearby wall. He then skid down the side of it and then leapt off of it, landing on the stone walkway down below. From what he had gathered, the castle was heavily defended. Soldiers in armor from head to toe, battlements with spikes on the top of each wall making it impossible to climb over. There were also arbalest crossbowmen on each tower as well. Not the fastest of shooters but they punch with the force of a small explosive. Then of course there were the guests themselves. Sorcerer’s, witches, wealthy lords and ladies, champion fighters, and peasants who were lucky to be born prettier than the rest. All enjoyed in the Baron’s revelries. Each one despite their appetites could be dangerous in their own rights. He had good armor, powerful magics, and a sword sharp enough to cut through almost anything as if it were cold air. But while it was true that even in greater numbers weaklings were weaklings still... That was a bit more than Daigo could handle on his own. He was going to need backup. 

Daigo was down in the ratway tunnels later that evening. Every major city had a place like this. A hidden underground city where the more honest scum and villains lived. And by honest he meant did not hide their true colors behind a pious title or churchly apparel. Now most criminal area’s such as this depended on the royalty mostly because they kept civilians in line and from playing outside the rules like they did. This ensured that they always had a field advantage when exploiting the people. He’d come for all of them down here soon enough. But in the meanwhile he would need to recruit some of the more talented rats down here. Eventually he found what he was looking for. A wooden door that was quite frankly....far too crappy for a sewer. Almost standing out with how much work was put into making it look...unremarkable. Ironic how the opposite goal is achieved when one tries to accomplish something. He knocked on the wall and a plank of wood slid to the side. “Password?” the bouncer behind the door asked. Daigo simply held up a Mythril coin. 

“Well all right then, come on in friend.” the door opened and Daigo walked through. Where at first he had been in a huge sewer, he now saw a large underground district. The tunnel itself was several stories tall, and the walls were lined with buildings, apartments, stores, and eateries, each one with large windows so one could see the goods inside. From food to products, from treasures to weapons, from fine clothes to finer flesh Daigo was able to see the red sun distrcit of the city. A river ran down the middle of the way and was navigated by gold plated gondalas. Daigo was impressed. One would think building something this intricate would draw more attention. Daigo kept his mask and hood up. His armor was a bit...dirty however. From road mud to rain water splattering all over his apparel. He supposed his first order of business was to get a place to stay. Quite the ironic twist that he felt more comfortable sleeping among a den of lions than he was a pack of foolish sheep. He made his way to one of the massive wall buildings of the tunnel. He looked up and found one with a name he rather liked. “The Black Rose.” Daigo said, reading the name of the establishment. 

Daigo approached the front desk. A portly man with a narrow nose, slim framed glasses, pointed ears, and eyes that squinted to the point of almost looking closed saw him...and hoisted his nose upwards. “If you are seeking lodging sir, you may wish to try the brothel down on the river level.” He said with disdain. 

Daigo simply walked up, and placed ten mythril coins on the table top. “Or I can get top floor suite, some new clothes, a good meal, and perhaps a bottle of Black Wine.” He said in a straight tone. 

The Clerk looked at the coins wide eyed. “Uh...well....yes! Yes of course!” He said greedily, his eyes now very visible. 

“Does Sir have any luggage he would like taken up?” The clerk asked, far more friendly now than he was moments ago. 

“No. This is all I have. However if you could get me a list of all the stores in town, I would greatly appreciate it.” Daigo responded. 

The Clerk nodded. “Very good Mr...?” 

“Belfir. Daigo Belfir.” He answered. 

The clerk nodded. “Very good Master Belfir. And if it would please sir, we have a wide selection of...other gentlemanly delights if it would so please you.” He said with a tongue in cheek grin. 

“No.” Daigo said flatly, sternly, and without any room of misunderstanding. 

The clerk nodded quickly, realizing he had made a mistake. “Yes sir, my apologies.” He quickly waddled away. 

Sometime later, Daigo came out of the private bath of his suite. On his bed were red silk pajamas with a black rose embroiderd on the left breast pocket. He dried off from his bath, and got dressed. He walked up to the wall of his bedroom that was simply one giant window and looked down. People walked along lantern lit roads in fine apparel. There was a tragic irony to all this. The Baron uptop was bleeding the people with his legal taxes to fund his life style. While the scum of the earth leeched off of the exact same people down below. Innocents were being bled from both sides. But if his goal was achieved, he’d make sure the wealth made it back to the people in the middle. He looked around at the other large buildings that lined the three story tall tunnel. All were lined with open windows with gilded gold framework. Apparently in a city hidden from the sun nothing was hidden from each other save their faces which all seemed to be covered in a mask down here. He could see some people eating in one window, another training with fighters in another. Other’s were hawking their wares while others still engaged in vices of the flesh for all to see. He had to admit that while they were evil. They did not hide what they were from each other. Which meant that finding the right kind of cohorts for his plan to steal from the baron should not be all that difficult. 

The next day a notice was placed on all the message boards down below...

“WANTED, SKILLED THIEVES FOR HEIST OF THE CENTURY. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED MEET ME AT THE GALLOWS TREE ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE CITY.” And there Daigo was, waiting to see if anyone would answer the call to treasure...

----open RP! available to all! keep it civil though.

[queenbirbs]

the way home | Ch. 5 | Edward x MC

Pairing: Edward Mortemer x MC

Word count: 3,705

Warnings: language, some violence

Read from the beginning or continue on

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Tag list: @writinghereandthere | @not-sewell

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The familiar sight of Port Monarque is a welcome one, despite the awaiting doom.    

Her wrists bound with shackles, Elena sits between two officers as they row into the harbor in a jolly boat. She knows enough of the city to find a decent place to hide and formulate a plan -- if she can manage to escape their clutches. One of the officers makes crude remarks at her, knowing she can’t retaliate with the dirty rag stuffed into her mouth. Elena’s too busy scouring the ships anchored down along the port. She can’t be certain if Edward’s is among them or not, what with her poor vantage point and the endless spider web of rigging lines. If Salacia’s Fortune is here, it’s likely tucked away in a cove to hide from navy patrols.  

The boat glides up beside one of the lower docks, some distance from the main thoroughfare. The officers tie to it before the crude one hoists Elena up and over his shoulder. He slaps her ass for good measure, ignoring her muffled threats as he climbs onto the dock. She hears the harbormaster’s approach. His low, gruff tone is almost familiar. Before she can struggle towards a better view, there’s the metallic cry of blade on blade. 

The officer dumps Elena onto the dock, where she flips onto her back and spots Jonas’s scarred eye underneath the ridiculous hat he wears. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” is what she says, though it comes out in a garbled mess. 

“A little help?” he asks as his blade clangs against the officers’. 

Elena shifts her weight and cocks back her legs, landing a solid kick against the crude one’s ass. He stumbles before falling over the side and into the water. Jonas feints high, then sweeps his boot out and knocks the other officer to his back. Elena follows behind with another kick, shoving him off the dock to join his crew member. 

Yanking her to her feet, Jonas slices through the gag and urges her down the dock and into the busy market. They slip behind an empty stall for him to strip off his coat.

“Cover yer chains with this.” 

Elena takes the coat and folds it over her wrists as best she can, feeling as if every nerve in her body is vibrating at the highest frequency. 

“Jonas, you have no idea how happy I am to see you. Where are the others? Is Edward with--”

“Aye, we’re all here,” he cuts her off, squinting down the port with his good eye as he keeps watch. She sweeps her gaze across the roaming villagers, unsure of what she’s looking for. Before she can ask, Jonas tips his head for them to continue on. She follows him through the market and up onto the serpentine streets that climb along the island. The city center is just as bustling, making it easy for them to dodge in and out of the crowds and down tight alleyways.  Across the tiers of rooflines, Elena catches a glimpse of the sun sinking towards the sea. Her boot clips on a loose cobblestone and she trips, smacking her shoulder into a dress shop’s window to keep from falling onto her face.

“Look alive, now,” Jonas mutters from up ahead, glancing back to make sure she’s keeping up. Even he can see the pale color in her cheeks and the small winces that make her jaw twitch; she’s in no shape to be climbing about like this, but there’s no way around it. “Weren’t my choice to have the rendezvous location all the way up here. I would offer to carry ye, if there weren’t the threat of you handing my arse to me.” 

She shoves down her injured pride and musters up a grin. “Where is this ‘rendezvous,’ anyway?” 

“Right here.”

The answer draws her up short. Ahead of them is a low, bricked building with a sign of two crossed hammers and an anvil. Jonas swings open the door and ushers her inside, before closing and locking it behind them. Three heads turn at the noise of their arrival. 

Robert nods at her from his perch near the fire, his hair and clothes soaked. Tripp grins at her and gives a little wave, beckoning them over. Before they can step farther into the room, though, Elena is bowled over by a blur of brown and blue. 

“Yer a right bastard,” Charlie chokes out as she wraps her arms around Elena and squeezes tight. “Making us search the world over for you, and here you are.”

“I’m-- I’m sorry,” Elena manages to speak around her dwindling air supply. 

Charlie pulls back and tucks her against her side. “Oh, love, I’m only teasin’. We’d’ve sailed to another planet and searched that world over for you, too, if we could.” 

Before Elena can get her hands free from under the coat, Charlie reaches over and wipes at her tears. Swallowing back the elation that clogs her throat, Elena takes another look around the shop. Something tells her that she can’t start jumping for joy just yet. 

“The others -- they’ve been captured, haven’t they?”

“Aye, they have,” Robert growls from his post. “I tried to talk some sense into him, but the boy’s a fool.” 

Elena doesn’t bother asking who the fool is. She lets Charlie guide her towards the fire and sit her down. Tripp approaches and takes the coat from her, guiding a small, hot poker to weaken the chain until the shackles fall away. As if a witch herself, Charlie produces a plate of food and a mug of water, pushing both of them into Elena’s shaking hands. 

“Fuck.” She tightens her grip to the point of pain. “I hoped you all would stay away.”

Jonas reaches down to squeeze her shoulder as he passes by. “And leave ye to deal with those navy dogs yerself? Not a chance.” 

“Robert got word to us yesterday, but we’d already decided to sail into the trap we knew was laid out,” Charlie explains. “We couldn’t be sure if we’d be able to get you out or not, so we split up. We left Ginny and some of the other crew back on Santo Domingo, to have as backup in case they brought you there. Once we got here, Jonas and I escaped in the jolly boat while the navy captured the ship. Edward, Maggie, and Henry are locked down in the dungeon of the governor’s mansion.”

Elena swallows the last of her food and sets the plate aside. Her nails drum against the mug as she vibrates with a newfound energy. She’s so close to having her family back together. 

“Okay,” she drags the word out, glancing between her friends, “so why are we all just sitting here? Let’s go bust them out.”

“Yer in no shape to be--”

“What?” Elena snaps as she straightens up in her seat. “No, I’m fine. Look, I made a happy plate and everything.”

“Lass,” Jonas says with a grimace, “ye barely made it up here. I have to agree with Charlie on this one.”  

From his spot near the fire, Robert chuckles and shakes his head. “Best to conserve yer energy and let her come along. God knows I spent too much time in the beginning of our partnership trying to shake her off. She’ll be a colossal pain in the arse if you leave her behind.”

“Thank you!” Elena exclaims, glad to have someone sticking up for her -- even if it’s hidden behind an insult. “I mean, even if you did leave me here, I’d definitely follow you guys anyway.”

Charlie makes a show of heaving out a reluctant sigh, but nods her head. “Alright, love. Ye’ve won this round.”

“Good. Because I’ve got a plan.”

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 The dress shop is rather easy to break into, all things considered. 

For a stupid, fleeting moment, Elena worries about how she’s going to disarm the security system, before remembering the closest thing to that would be vicious dogs. Which, luckily, the dress shop doesn’t keep around. 

“Help me find the ugliest dress in here,” she instructs as they follow her into the dark shop. Jonas and Robert harumph at each other in that middle-aged man sort of way before wandering around. 

“This one is particularly atrocious if I do say so myself.” 

Near the back, Charlie holds up a garish, silken concoction of ribbons and lace in a searing shade of what would be called neon green in about two-hundred years. Elena crosses the room and runs a hand over the fabric, amazed by its hideousness. 

“It’s like if Tim Gunn told you to sew a traffic light.”

“I’ve no idea who or what that is,” Charlie laughs. “But I think this is our winner.” 

They don’t bat an eye at her stealing the dress. But when she stops them a few blocks from the governor’s mansion and asks them to rough her up, they all suddenly turn into law-abiding citizens. 

“We’re not gonna beat you up, lass.”

“Ye said ye just needed the dress!”

Even Robert -- who once strongly advocated for her to be tossed overboard, fought her in a sword fight, and blew up a cave while she was inside it -- makes an uncomfortable face at the request.  

“Good god,” Elena mutters as she tears at the fabric herself. “You’d think I asked you all to hack me into pieces. A good act only works with a good costume!” 

Satisfied with the dress’s destruction, she runs her hand over the alley’s dusty brick and spreads it across her cheek and neck. Charlie wipes off some of her own lip rouge and draws it over Elena’s lips and across to her left dimple. Without a mirror, Elena can only guess from their expressions that her attempt has worked. 

It certainly seems to work on the guards, who jump from their posts near the mansion’s basement door when she comes careening out of the dark. 

“Please! Please, help me!” she cries, grasping at the tangled tendrils of her hair. “My husband --the… he’s the Viscount Beauchamp! We’ve been attacked by… by these ruffians! They robbed him and left him bleeding in the street. Please, you have to come help!”

“Ma’am, where is--”

“Oh, this way! This way, please, you have to help him!” she begs the two men, dragging one of them by the arm towards the road and past a dark alley. “He’s bleeding! I nearly fainted at the sight of him. He’s got hemophilia, as I’m sure you know!”

“No, ma’am, I’m not sure what that--” 

Jonas springs up from behind a wagon and knocks the first officer out with fist to the jaw. The second officer backpedals and begins to draw his pistol, but Charlie grabs the weapon from him and whips him across the head. He drops to the ground in a heap of red fabric. 

“Hemophilia wasn’t discovered until 1828,” Robert comments as he drags the men into the alley and ties them up. Elena reaches down to tear off two more strips of her dress and offers it to him to use as gags. 

“Sorry, I left my wikipedia entry on genetic disorders back at home.”

“C’mon, you two!” Charlie beckons from the road. 

The four of them hustle back to the mansion, relieved to see the guards’ abandonment hasn’t been noticed yet. Charlie leads the way through the branching service tunnels, ushering them into empty rooms when more guards pass by on their rounds. As they wait for the sound of footsteps to retreat, Elena hears the unmistakable noise of Maggie and Henry arguing about his cooking.

“Some things never change, ay, love?” Charlie turns to wink at her before poking her head back out. “Coast is clear. Let’s go get our crew.”

And then they’re walking down into the dungeon and Henry’s voice is getting louder, until their footsteps start to echo down and the arguing ceases -- probably used to getting reprimanded by the guards, but Elena can’t bear the silence so she pushes past Charlie and snatches a ring of keys from a peg on the wall and races towards the cell where she can see the cloth of someone’s coat pressed against the bars and the keys are rattling in her hand and--

“It’s… Elena, is that ye? Elena!” 

A bucket clangs to the floor as Henry scrambles to his feet, followed quickly by Maggie. The nerves burning inside of her are doused by the realization that Edward isn’t with them. As Elena unlocks the door and throws it open, she tries to keep the disappointment from her face. She was so sure she would find Edward with them, and now the proverbial rug has been pulled out from underneath her once more.  

“We missed ye somethin’ terrible, lass!” Maggie beams as she sweeps Elena into her arms and hugs her tight. 

Guilt gnaws at her stomach; she returns the hug, smothering a laugh when Henry throws his arms around them both. 

“Alright, alright,” Jonas says, “give our gal some breathin’ room.” 

Henry and Maggie step back, though the latter keeps a hand on Elena’s back, rubbing up and down with gentle strokes. “Now, where has our captain run off to?”

“The guards took ‘im away ‘bout an hour ago.”

“Probably to rough ‘im up a bit to make him look good for the mornin’ crowd.” Henry grimaces at Elena’s alarmed expression. “Sorry, lass.” 

Charlie clenches her fists and shakes her head. “None of us are going to the gallows. And that includes our captain.”

“Aye,” Jonas agrees. “And I’ve just the--”

Noise from back down the corridor interrupts his plan. Standing at the end are two guards, each struggling to keep hold of Edward as he thrashes against them. 

“Charlie!” he calls. “Charlie, is she here? Did you find--”

“The pirates’ve gotten free!” one of the guards cries out. “Cut them off before they escape!” 

The crew races down the hall, their swords singing as they wrench them free. Elena pulls the dagger from her boot and chases after them. The other guard drops his hold on Edward and brandishes his sword. Rearing back, Edward headbutts him into the wall and snatches the sword as it falls; he swivels on his heel, knocking the first guard into an empty cell and slamming the door shut. More shouts of alarm filter down from above, calling out for reinforcements.

“Hurry!” Edward yells at his crew as they head for the exit. “There’s a tunnel we can use to…” his words trail off, lost under the pounding of their footsteps. “...Elena.”

Despite the dire situation, Elena can’t help the giddy smile that forms when Edward finally spots her. Every part of her body feels as if it’s going to spontaneously combust as she nears the end. His lips move in the shape of her name again, then again, and then loud enough for her to hear. 

“Elena!” two voices shout.

Confusion cuts through the euphoria when a hand seizes her dress and yanks her back. With an ear-splitting crash, a massive portcullis drops down from the ceiling and buries its sharp spikes into the floor. Right where she would have been. 

Though the crew is only mere feet away, she’s sealed from joining them by eight-thousand pounds of wrought iron. Her heart plummets at the realization. Beside her, Robert turns and fires on the guard who released the latch, hitting him square in the neck. Boots thunder across the floor above. Edward rushes to the gate, trying in vain to push it back up. The crew crowds around him to try and help, but it’s no use. 

“More guards are on their way,” Robert tells them. “If we want any chance at escape, we need to go now.” His glare moves from Elena and over to the crew. “The same goes for you.”

“No!” Edward grits his teeth and rattles the gate, cursing when it doesn’t budge. “No, we’re not leaving! If -- if we can find something to wedge under here, we can--”

The guards’ shouts grow louder as they close in. Elena covers his hands with hers and squeezes, her pulse racing at touching him for the first time in over two years.

“You have to go.”

His face collapses into a look of despair, his eyes wild with panic. “I won’t! You-- you’re here and I just got you back. I won’t leave you behind.”  

Robert barks her name and tugs at her arm. “If we don’t go now, they’ll catch all of us. Go!” 

“He’s right, Captain,” Charlie says.

“I-- we’ll wait for you. We’re anchored off the eastern coast. Meet us there and--”

“Edward, listen to me,” Elena pleads, digging her nails into his skin. “There’s no time. We’ll keep them busy and give you time to sail off.” 

“And leave you here?” he hisses in disbelief, frantically shaking his head. “Never.”

Robert tugs her again, harder this time, and she stumbles back away from the gate. Edward reaches through the bars and tries desperately to grab hold of her once more. Seeing their opportunity, Jonas and Maggie capture him and wrestle him back towards the exit. “No, we’re not leav-- no, Elena!” 

“We’ll meet you back on--” Elena cuts herself off, not wanting to shout out the location. “--where Ginny and the others are! I promise.” 

Racing down the hall after Robert, she watches over her shoulder until the crew disappears from sight. They reach the fallen guard, where Elena tucks her dagger away and steals the man’s sword. It’s not like he would get any use out of it, anyway. Robert guides her down behind a stack of barrels as the guards jog past. 

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, his gaze trained on the stairs. “But if they hadn’t left, it would’ve all been for naught.”

She stifles the urge to cry as frustration and outrage boil over inside of her. This isn’t the time or place for a breakdown, though -- not while trapped within the enemy’s dungeon. She empties out her lungs with a sigh and draws in a calming breath. 

“I understand.” 

“Good. We’re going to play this one just like we did at Edinburgh Castle, and then we’ll be scot-free.”

She wrinkles her nose at the term. “Was that a pun?” 

“Hush, lass. Now, hand me that powder keg they were kind enough to stow down here for us.”

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AN: Edward’s new ship went through a few names (The Hangman, The Seeker, etc) before I decided that he’d probably go for something similar to his last. Salacia is the Roman goddess of salt water and the open sea.

[highqueenofelfhame]

In Another Life, two.

The days following treatments, despite this only being her second round of chemo, were always brutal. They were nausea filled, the first 24 hours often leaving Aelin with her head hanging in a toilet. But she still had school and she’d be damned if she didn’t keep working toward her degree in the off chance that she kicked the cancer’s ass and came out on top. It wouldn’t happen, she knew her odds, but she would still carry on with life as normal until she was no longer able to do so. 

“Are you okay?” Her eyes fluttered shut at the sound of his voice and she tapped her forehead against the wood of the library table before she sat up, fighting the way the room swirled around into a washing machine of colors and shapes. Again, she closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath, doing her best to anchor herself to her chair, the table, the room. When she opened her eyes again, the room wasn’t spinning anymore. 

“Yeah, just not feeling well,” she finally said, looked up into a pair of startling green eyes. Rowan looked worried. So worried that he knelt down beside her and allowed his eyes to search her face. 

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you really don’t look good, Ace. Can I take you back to your apartment?” 

“You sure know how to knock a girl off her feet, Whitethorn,” she tried to tease, but her tone was flat as she focused on not throwing up all over him. “Taking me home would be great, actually. I don’t think I’m fit to go to class or drive myself.” 

Rowan merely nodded and hoisted her to her feet, holding both of her hands until she stopped swaying where she stood. In truth, it felt like she was standing on the deck of a boat that was being rocked back and forth by high waves. Another deep breath and she squeezed his hands as hard as she could to keep herself there but at the same time knew that there was no bite to her grip. It was weak. She was weak. When she got home and looked in the mirror, she knew she would be white as a sheet: her lips would be pale, her eyes would be half glazed over from the nausea, there would be a thin sheen of sweat that covered her skin. Sick. She would look sick. 

“Aelin, love?” His voice was soft as he ducked his head down slightly to catch her gaze, and she forced her lips to turn up in a close-lipped smile. 

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, nodding once as she moved to grip his arm tighter. She gestured lazily to where her bag lay on the floor, and Rowan didn’t hesitate to hitch it up over his shoulder. He hesitated even less to swoop her body up into his arms. Aelin couldn’t find it in herself  to protest. Instead, she looped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her face into his neck, willing the scent of pine that tended to linger on his skin to ease the nausea and anxiety that coursed through her veins. 

~*~

“Are you sure I don’t need to call Aedion?” It was the sixth time he’d asked, and Aelin hated that he was asking at all. Her knuckles were gripping the white porcelain of the toilet so hard that it looked like her bones were going to cut clean through her skin. The awful hacking retching sounds were only amplified, ringing in her ears over the lilt of Rowan’s accent. She hated that he was seeing her like this. 

“No, no. I’m fine, really. Probably a stomach flu,” she sniffed as she sat down on the tile, eyes closing briefly before she held her hand out to Rowan. “If you could just help me up, I’ll brush my teeth and then lay down for a nap I think.” 

Rowan didn’t say anything, but pulled her to her feet and rummaged around to get her toothbrush ready for her so she would have less work to do. She scrubbed her teeth clean, forcing the acidity away with the minty flavor before spitting and immediately reaching for Rowan again. The trek to the bed was easier than sprinting to the bathroom had been, but she still couldn’t quite shake the way the room spun and spun like sugar being made into cotton candy. This, however, was far less sweet. 

“I guess this would be a horrible time to ask you on a date,” Rowan joked, brushing a strand of her golden hair behind her ears after tucking her into the duvet. Aelin gave him a weak smile and shook her head a single time. 

“It would have been a no anyway.” 

“Ouch.” He let out a huff of a laugh.

“It’s not that I don’t...that I don’t like you because I do. I just — I can’t, Rowan.”

“A few weeks ago —“

“Things were different a few weeks ago. I just can’t,” she said softly, her finger tracing over the whorls of the tattoo that covered the back of his hand. They were both quiet for a moment before Aelin shifted onto her side, closed her eyes, and willed her body to sleep. 

~*~

“I don’t get it.” Rowan was exasperated, head dropping into his hands as he raked his fingers through his silver hair. “I thought she liked me.”

“Because she does like you,” Aedion said flatly, not even bothering to pretend she didn’t. It wasn’t like she’d been trying to hide it before her diagnosis. Aelin had been chasing Rowan as hard as he’d been chasing her. 

“Three weeks ago at that back to school party, Gods above Aedion, we made out in half the rooms in that frat house. Almost - sorry - almost did more back at her apartment before Lys got home, and now she’s freezing me out. What did I do? I had to have fucked up somewhere and I want to fix it.” Rowan looked over at his best friend, eyes searching his face for some sort of answer, any indication of what he might know to help him turn his luck around. Aedion sighed, however, ran his hands over his face aggressively before laying his head back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling. His eyes followed the blades of the ceiling fan around and around and around until he closed them, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“She does like you, man, she just...Aelin is… sick,” he said slowly, carefully.

“Yeah, that’s clear as hell. It took me an hour to get her from the bathroom to her bed this afternoon because she couldn’t stop dry heaving every five seconds.”

“No, Rowan. She’s really really sick.” Aedion’s eyes opened and when he looked at his friend, they were brimming with tears, voice crackling like an old, scratched up vinyl record. “Cancer. Aelin has stage IV metastatic breast cancer.”

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HOT 🔥 One-Shot: Baby, It’s Cold Outside

This alternate universe fan fiction uses characters created and owned by Pixelberry Studios. Character names, descriptions and likenesses are owned by Pixelberry Studios. The story and words are created and owned by this author.

Book: The Royal Romance (Alternate Universe)

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Bragnae Bennett -- *pronounced Brawn-yah)

A/N:  My friend told me about a contest on Wattpad to write a steamy rendition of my favorite holiday song. I was really excited to give this a try because I was just listening to Baby, It’s Cold Outside the other day and thought about how suggestive it really is. I knew I could have some fun with it.

The contest parameters were to write the song into a steamy, short story, 2,000 words or less. Of course I had to use Drake and Bragnae!

Just so you know going into this… I’m using these characters, but it has absolutely nothing to do with canon whatsoever since it’s based solely on this holiday song.

My favorite rendition of this song was sung by Doris Day and Bing Crosby. If you’ve never listened to this song, you can do so here!

The lovely edit was made by my friend @angilala1​ -- it’s fabulous!

Warnings for this one-shot: NSFW, adult content, some language, sex

Word Count for this chapter: 1989

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Heavy snowflakes began to fall as Bragnae and Drake stepped outside of the movie theater. The weather was frigid as an icy breeze swirled around them. Bragnae quickly buttoned her coat, and threw a hat over the top of her long, black hair.

“I think it dropped a few degrees since we first arrived,” Drake remarked as he zipped up his coat.

“I think you’re right,” she replied, walking blindly into a puddle of slush and cold water. “Oh, shit!”

Drake hurriedly wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her away from the puddle. Her right foot was drenched through her suede knee-high boot. Despite the chill of her now soaked foot, the electricity she felt from Drake’s arm around her filled her body with warmth.

“We should get you warmed up before you freeze. My place is a block from here.”

“No, that’s okay,” she said, shaking off her foot. “I’ll be fine until I get home.”

“No way, Bragnae. I won’t have you getting frost bite on my watch,” he told her as he gently grabbed her hand. “Come on. My house is just a few minutes away.”

She looked up at his handsome face. He wore a bright smile that reached all the way up to his comforting, brown eyes. Unruly wisps of Drake’s chestnut hair fell just above his eyebrow, and light stubble grazed his strong jaw. He was beyond gorgeous.

Bragnae reluctantly nodded as they set out towards Drake’s home. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach with each step.

Bragnae first met Drake when he and her older brother, Murphy, became best friends in high school. They were both hockey players and bonded instantly. She was immediately drawn to Drake then just as she was now – several years later.

Drake’s macho persona, good looks and kind heart made him quite irresistible. Over the years, Bragnae attended many hockey games in support of her brother, but her attention would inevitably turn towards Drake.

It surprised Bragnae when he asked her out for a date recently, but she was more than happy to accept. The first time they kissed was spellbinding. Bragnae knew right then she’d always have a hard time resisting Drake, and his lips.

“Here we are,” Drake said, pointing with his free hand.

Bragnae looked over to see a quaint, craftsman-style home sitting peacefully at the end of the street as the snow continued to accumulate around them.

As Drake ushered Bragnae inside his cozy home, she saw that it was furnished with dark-colored furniture, and had hardwood floors throughout. It felt like a rustic cabin inside, yet with modern touches.

Bragnae took off her hat, and began unbuttoning her coat. “You have a lovely home, Drake.”

“Thanks,” he said as he slipped the coat off her shoulders. “Why don’t you take off your boots while I build us a fire?”

“Um, sure,” she said hesitantly as she bent down to unzip her boots. “I really can’t stay, though.”

She cared for Drake, and didn’t want to ruin a potentially meaningful relationship by moving too fast with him. In spite of actually wanting to stay and get closer, she felt it was best to keep things light. At least she would try.

Drake stacked a few logs in the fireplace, and struck a match to get the fire started. “Bragnae, come over here, and get warmed up. I’ve got the fire going.”

She sauntered over to him as Drake stood and smiled, turning towards her. “The fire will be roaring soon. You can sit down on the hearth if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Drake,” she looked at him apologetically. “This whole evening has been very nice. But I really can’t stay.”

Drake gently took her hands in his. “What’s your hurry, Bragnae? It’s a blizzard outside, but it’s nice and warm in here.”

As he smirked at her, she couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Okay, maybe I’ll stay for a few more minutes.”

“Good. Take a seat by the fire, and I’ll go make us a drink.”

As Drake walked off to the kitchen, Bragnae slowly lowered herself to the hearth as her eyes swept over his backside. The man knew how to fill out his jeans. She blushed before looking away.

A few minutes later, Drake returned with two glasses, handing one to Bragnae.

“Thank you,” she said, looking out the window. “I should probably call an Uber, so I don’t have to walk home in this.”

Drake sat down next to her – his knee touching hers. Bragnae’s breath hitched as her gaze found his. The flames danced in his eyes as he smiled.

“I doubt any Uber would want to drive in this.” Drake clinked his glass gently against hers. “Cheers.”

Grinning back at him, she took a swig from her glass, and felt the caramel liquid burn the back of her throat as it went down.

Bragnae delicately coughed to help clear the sting away. “What’s in this drink?”

Drake chuckled. “Just my favorite whiskey.”

“Oh,” she giggled. “It’s very strong.”

“That’s the way I like it,” he said, setting their glasses down. “Is it alright if I move in a little closer?”

You ought to say ‘no’, Bragnae. She nodded, biting her lip. Oops.

Drake shifted a bent knee over the hearth – his fingers brushing her cheek as he looked into her eyes. “You look beautiful tonight, Bragnae.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as he slowly leaned in connecting his soft, ardent lips with hers. Drake placed his firm hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently.

Bragnae excitedly ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him in closer to deepen their kiss. After a few delightfully heated moments, she pulled back knowing if she didn’t now, it would prove difficult later.

“I really can’t stay, Drake. I should go.” Bragnae got up, and headed for the door.

As she reached for her coat, she felt Drake’s arms slink around her waist from behind, holding her close to him. He brushed her hair away before placing a soft kiss on her neck. A shiver shot down her spine.

“Baby, it’s cold outside,” he whispered. “I’ll keep you safe.”

She closed her eyes as his lips moved gradually up her neck. Tell him the answer is ‘no’.

“Drake,” she paused, trying to think of the words she was supposed to say. “Being here has been… so nice and warm. But I should go.”

“Look out the window at the storm, Bragnae,” he muttered against her.

She opened her eyes to peer out the window. The snowflakes were falling harder, and the snow was piling up.

She turned around to see an awakened hunger in his eyes. She couldn’t help but smile. “I’ve got to get home.”

“You’ll freeze out there,” he replied with his gaze locked on her mouth. “God, your lips look delicious,” he said before kissing her tenderly.

Bragnae reveled in his desire for her, and it was most certainly mirrored for him. “What’s Murphy going to think about us doing this?”

“Leave your brother to me.”

Drake slowly backed her up against the front door, keeping minimal space between them. She had to tilt her head just to look at him.

“You keep saying you should leave, but is that really what you want?” Drake slid a hand into the back pocket of her jeans as the other held her face.

With his body pressed up against her and his mouth enticingly close, Bragnae knew exactly what she wanted, and it didn’t involve leaving his arms. Suddenly, she pulled him into a crashing kiss tugging at the belt loops of his jeans.

Bragnae parted her lips as his tongue eagerly found hers. She moaned while his strong hands purposefully roamed her body. Drake’s fingertips tickled the soft skin just above her waistband before lifting her sweater over her head.

The cold air seeping through the seams of the door made her shiver, but Drake’s warmth made her soon forget all about it. She began unbuttoning his plaid, flannel shirt as they kissed. He shrugged out of his top layer, then pulled off the t-shirt underneath.

She took a second to admire his toned chest, running her hand across his tight muscles, and down through a small, dark patch of hair leading to his pants. Undoing his belt buckle, she worked on his jeans next.

Just as she was about relinquish him of his denim restriction, Drake spun her around to face the door. Bragnae gasped as she braced herself on the wooden surface. Within seconds, Drake was nibbling her shoulder as his hands began unbuttoning her pants.

With a slow pull of her zipper, Drake slipped his hand over her satin panties and rubbed expertly against her. A whimpering moan escaped her lungs as she leaned her head back to savor it.

After he gradually slid off her jeans, she turned to face him again. His lips found hers urgently as he hoisted her up in his arms, bringing her back to the living room. The heat from the fire felt good against her skin as its crackling provided the ambient soundtrack to their much anticipated moment together.

With her legs wrapped around his waist, Drake dropped to one knee, and lowered Bragnae to the welcoming, plush rug beneath them. He moved his adoring lips from her mouth, to her neck, and then to her full chest. She felt a rush every time his breath warmed her skin.

She allowed Drake to remove her bra and panties before he kicked off the rest of his clothes. He settled between her widened legs caressing her breasts as their lips met again in a slow rhythm. Bragnae could feel his hard length pressing against her inner thigh, and she ached for it.

Letting another kiss linger, Drake drew up to look her in the eyes. “I really care about you, Bragnae. I always have.”

Her heart soared. “I feel the same way about you, Drake.”

He smiled before returning his eager lips to hers. As he moved above her, Bragnae felt his searching cock find her as he slowly slid inside. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fullness breach her throbbing walls.

Drake groaned as she tilted her hips to him, welcoming his entire length. He rested his forehead against hers regaining his composure before continuing to move in and out of her.

Bragnae ran a hand through his hair, gripping it as he increased his speed. She felt him everywhere inside her – reaching depths never before explored. Each thrust felt incredible. His hand found hers, entwining their fingers.

He dipped down to capture her lips again as they moved in harmony with each other. The tenderness and passion between them was overwhelming. Years of never being able to completely express her feelings for him made this moment even more special.

She became lost in Drake’s soft, cherishing touch as his hands surveyed the curves of her body. He never slowed his pace, and soon a delicious warmth started to build at her core. Bragnae’s breaths came quick and short. She gripped Drake’s shoulder as his determined thrusts unleashed a burst of pleasure that continued to pulse throughout her body.

She cried out his name as a mixture of moans and screams were pulled from her lungs. Soon, Drake tensed his body, grasping Bragnae’s hand as he discovered a much sought after release.

As they both caught their breaths, their lips came together in another sweet, lingering kiss. Drake untangled himself, and slid to the floor beside her, pulling her back against his chest and holding her tightly.

Bragnae basked in the satisfying glow of their shared intimate moment as she watched the snow fall outside and the flames from the fire flicker across the room.

She smiled as he kissed her shoulder. “Drake?”

“Yes, Bragnae?” He whispered.

“I’m glad I stayed.”

[my-emotional-self]

Birthday Surprise

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut

Request: Hi there!! First I wanna say just how much I adore your writing, I think you are absolutely fabulous!!  And….well, tomorrow is my birthday and I would love maybe a Chris one where he’s trying to plan the best birthday ever for his girl, but everything than can go wrong will.  But it ends in some fluffly smut and quite possibly a single cupcake with a candle on it???

Requested By: @caramara3

A/N: I have to tag @daffodils-in-ink in this, only because it’s also her birthday too!  So happy happy birthday to you two beautiful people!!! <3

Chris was frantically trying to rush you out of the house that morning.  “Baby, please, just trust me.  Go and meet my mom and sisters at the spa.  It’s my birthday treat to you,” he ushered as he helped you put your coat on, holding your purse out to you.  

Your brows furrowed at his rushed pace, but then again, a spa day with his mother and sisters did sound fabulous.  “Alright I’m going.  I love you,” you said, giving him a peck to his lips.  

“I love you too baby,” he remarked, shutting the door.  

Chris took a deep breath of relief, placing his hands together and rubbing them back and forth. He had a lot of work to do to get ready for your surprise party later this evening.  

He had spent all morning and early afternoon setting up, but he couldn’t help but feel something was wrong in the pit of his stomach.  

“Honey I’m home,” Scott’s voice echoed throughout the house as he came in through the front door.  “And I’ve brought gifts!”

Chris turned to see Scott emptying the decorations bag onto the large counter top of the kitchen; his eyes growing wide at the sight.  

“Scott!  I asked you to get PURPLE decorations!  Her favorite color is purple, not pink!”

Scott looked at the decorations scattered across the counter before turning to his brother.  “Do you want me to go exchange them?”

Chris looked at his watch, seeing that you would be back within the next hour.  “Ugh, no we don’t have time!”

As he and Scott began to decorate the house and the backyard, the guests began to arrive in drones. Family and friends from both sides gathered in the backyard, sipping on drinks as they awaited the birthday girl.

Chris began to feel even more nervous, wanting today to be absolutely perfect for you.  The two of you had been dating for close to a year; this was the first birthday of yours you would celebrate with Chris.  

His phone began to ring and he quickly answered it.  “Three hours late?  You have to be kidding me.  Is there any way you could get here faster?....Yeah…I understand.”

“Shit,” he said as he hung up the phone.  

“What’s going on?” Scott asked as he stepped closer to his nerve wracked brother.  

“I got Y/N’s favorite band to perform tonight but now they are three hours late.  I wanted them to be here and set up before she even got here.”

Scott placed a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder.  “Just breathe Chris.  Everything will work out in the end.  Y/N loves you and no matter what happens, she’s going to be thrilled about tonight.  

~~~

“I’m ready for bed,” you softly chuckled from the backseat of Lisa’s car as she headed back to your and Chris’ house.  The spa had been nothing short of amazing.  You had gotten a hot stone massage, a facial, and then ended your time in a mud bath.  It was the perfect birthday gift Chris could have gotten you.  

Opening your eyes, you saw that Lisa was just parking into the driveway and you unbuckled your seatbelt.

The sky was now dark, as you and the girls had stopped for a quick bite to eat after the spa.  You wondered curiously why Lisa, Shana and Carly were all getting out of the car with you and heading into the house, but you paid not much attention as you opened the front door.  

It was dark inside and you called out for your boyfriend.  “Chris?” you cautiously called as you slowly crept through the darkened house with your hand on the wall.  “Are you home?”

Just then, the lights came on and your eyes were flooded with people jumping for joy.  

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” everyone cheered with arms in the air.  

Your eyes grew wide at the sight before you; your hand coming up to hide the wide openness of your mouth.  

“Happy birthday baby,” you felt Chris’ hands come from behind you and land around your waist.

“But my birthday isn’t until tomorrow,” you asked with confusion.  

Chris shrugged, giving you a kiss to your temple.  “Yeah but this way you wouldn’t suspect anything.”

You grinned, turning around in his arms and hugging him back.  “This is the best birthday ever!”

As the night grew on, you mingled and chatted with everyone who had shown up for your surprise birthday party.  You were even shocked to see that Chris had gotten your favorite band to perform!

Without a doubt it had been the best birthday of your life.  You had no idea Chris had planned a surprise party and you were even more surprised that his family and everyone else was able to keep it a secret from you.

When the party was beginning to wind down, after many people had already left for the evening, you saw Chris leaned up against the house; his arms folded across his chest with a scowl on his face.  

“Babe,” you quietly said as you approached him.  “What’s wrong?”

He let out a dejected sigh, lowering his head.  “The fahkin’ cake is ruined.  I got a call about fifteen minutes ago saying they dropped the cake while loading it into the car.  I fahkin’ ruined your birthday.”

Your heart sank, not for your ruined cake, but for the way Chris felt.  “Chris,” you spoke softly, lifting his face with your hands.  “You did not ruin my birthday one bit.  If anything, you made this day the most special day of my life.  I don’t care about a birthday cake.  I care about the fact that my boyfriend went through all this trouble and planning to have a surprise birthday party for me.”

As the party guests had all left, there was only Lisa as she began to clean up the mess.  

“Ma, don’t worry about that. I’ll get it tomorrow,” Chris said with a soft chuckle.  

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Ma.  Please.  Head on home. Thank you for taking Y/N today.”

You smiled, giving Lisa a hug.  “Yes, thank you for everything today Lisa.  I had a great day with you and the girls.  It couldn’t have been a better start to my birthday.”

Chris shut the front door of the house after his mother left and his eyes landed on yours.  He gave you a sinful smile as he reached down and picked you up; heading straight for the bedroom.  

“Wh-what are you doing Chris?” you asked with a shaky breath as he lay you down onto his large bed.  His lips were attached to your throat, suckling away at your soft delicate skin as you arched your back at his teasing.  

“Tonight is all about you my love,” he whispered into your ear before giving your lob a nibble, making you shudder underneath him.  

He made quick work of taking off your clothes, along with his.  He stood before you in only a pair of boxer briefs while you lay stark naked on his plush comforter.  

His mouth and tongue made quick work of your neck, slowly descending down your chest before grasping onto a nipple with his mouth.  “Agghh,” you cried out as pleasure washed through your entire body; your legs coming up to wrap around his torso.  His tongue made quick work, circling around your hardened nub while his right hand trailed down your soft stomach, pulling a moan from you.  

Your hands fisted into the comforter as his fingers found your clit; another soft cry escaping your mouth as he circled around your most sensitive area.  There was no other noise in the room besides your deep breathing and the sounds of your wetness.  “Fuck I love how wet you get for me baby girl,” Chris cooed before his tongue dipped into your belly button.  

Your body felt on fire, yet your skin was breaking out into goosebumps.  Chris knew exactly how to handle your body and you loved every minute of it.  

Two of his fingers slipped passed your opening just as his mouth made contact with your mound.  “FUCK!” you roared in delight as your hips bucked upwards, craving more.  Your moans quickly turned into heavy panting as he crooked his fingers inside you; working you quickly to your orgasm as his tongue flicked and nibbled your clit.  

Fire began to pool in your lower abdomen as you felt your high begin to edge.  “Right there baby don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!” you cried as his fingers pumped rapidly into your core, hitting your g-spot.  Your body began to tighten in all the right places as he gently nipped on your clit forcing you over the edge.  Clenching your eyes, you felt as if the earth stopped; his name screaming from your mouth as your inner walls pulsed around his fingers.

Chris was still lapping at your juices as you came down from your high.  Slowly lifting your head up you saw him smirk before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand causing your body to shudder yet again.  

He began to crawl up your body, gripping you under the arms and hoisting you up further onto the bed as your head met the plush pillows.  Taking your wrists, he placed them on the iron headboard; a devious smirk on his face.  

“Hold on tight baby girl,” he mewled, parting your legs wide open.  He grasped his hard cock in his hands, teasing your wet folds and getting himself slick before plunging deep into your core with one swift motion.  “You’re all mine,” he growled as his cock came to the hilt.  

“All….yours…,” you panted out as your hands tightened around the iron bars.  

Chris’ hands seized your waist, pulling your hips into him as he thrusted up into you.  It was amazing how Chris knew your body so well; what you truly enjoyed and tonight was no exception.  

The loud smacking of your hips meeting together echoed throughout the room as he set a speedy rhythm; wanting to find his own release.  

“You feel so good baby girl. Your pussy is always so wet and tight just for me,” he breathed out as your eyes met his dark lust filled ones. You loved when he talked to you during sex, even anything dirty as his voice in such a sex and lust filled state turned you on more than anything.  

For the second time that night you felt the tightened coil in your stomach; your body locking up. Chris was hitting your special spot with the tip of his cock and that was all you needed as he brushed passed it over and over again.  “CHRIS!” you cried out in pleasure as your body convulsed below him.  

Your walls squeezing his cock is what sent him over the edge himself; your name tumbling from his own lips as his hips stilled their thrusting.  His warm seed coated your inner walls as the two of you panted together from your highs.  

Chris pulled out of you and collapsed to your side; his arm slung around your torso and holding you tight to him.  You hummed with content, placing a kiss to his forehead as you lay in post coital bliss with him.  

But all too soon he got up from the bed, rushing into the bathroom.  He came out a few seconds later with a warm cloth and cleaned the two of you up before putting on a pair of pajama pants.  

Feeling rather cooled without his presence near, you got under the covers and lay in bed with a blissful smile on your face.  Looking at the clock, you saw it was half past midnight and this was already turning out to be the best birthday you ever had.  

“Happy birthday to you…” Chris’ voice made you turn to the door and see him standing there holding a single cupcake with a candle.  “Happy birthday to you….happy birthday dear Y/N…happy birthday to you.”

By the time he was done singing he was kneeling on the floor next to you as you situated yourself into a seating position.  

“Chris,” his name left your lips in a breathy whisper.  “I thought you said the cake was ruined.”

He smiled at you; that special smile that was only meant specifically for you.  “I always come prepared,” he replied back.  “Make a wish beautiful.”

Closing your eyes, you wished that you could live in this moment forever; be as happy as you were just like this with Chris by your side.  Opening your eyes, you took one big breath and blew out the candle.  

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