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cal-a-bungaa · 2 years ago

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Set Sail - Jake Kiszka

Title: Set Sail

Synopsis: A day trip with the Kiszka’s turns into something more for you and Jake

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Thigh riding, oral (f receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, choking, spanking/slapping, Sammy is an idiot, alcohol mentioned, gaging, scratching and swearing.

MINORS DNI 18+

ENJOY! Written with @jakekiszkasnose

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The clinking of glasses was heard as drinks were had on the top deck. The perfect evening had presented itself. A light watercolor sunset spread over the waves, and a light breeze brushed through the small crowd of people. Your boyfriend, Jake, had invited you to go sailing with his family over a holiday weekend and you couldn’t say no. His youngest brother, Sam, had also brought along his girlfriend of the month, leaving you with a friend for the evening while Jake found anything and everything to argue about with Josh, each holding a cold beer in their hands.

Jake had been giving you looks all evening, ones you knew all too well. Almost as if to tease him, you had worn a new bikini, bought for this occasion. Knowing that he would appreciate your exposed skin, you specifically sought out one that would surely grab his attention. It worked. He was too easy. Such a guy…

It seemed Jake was out to get a similar reaction out of you as well, with his blue jean shirt fully unbuttoned to reveal his tanned torso. The sun had done wonders for his complexion. His cheeks had become beautifully sun kissed from the harsh rays that shone down on him. You, on the other hand, were not blessed by the sun the way your boyfriend was. Your chest red as cherries, and your face blending in with the hue of the sunset.

Your drink had long melted and Jake’s beer had since been downed and the bottle forgotten. Sam had stolen his prize of the night away from you, giving Jake the rare opportunity to approach you after having a day of little interaction between the two of you. Said man slipped behind you as you watched the waves crash into the side of the boat, pulling you into him. The gentle rocking of the boat swayed your bodies, softly rubbing you against Jake.

His thumbs rubbing the bare skin of your waist, “I’m liking this, but I’m not liking my brothers seeing you in it.” He dips his thumb into the waistband to snap it back against your burnt skin.

“Why do you think I wore it?” you said with a sly smile.

Jake lets out a heavy breath, “Watch it.” He pinches your hips. You turn to look back at him and send him a wink.

A bigger wave hits the boat, rocking you into your boyfriend, pushing you lower half into his. Jake’s breathing hitches and he hides his face in the crook of your neck. His large straw hat hides the way he attacks your throat with soft kisses and runs his tongue slightly over your pulse.

“Look at you two… Gross.” Sam says under his breath, turning the both of you towards him, as he’s walking over he trips over Jake’s no longer white vans that had been discarded earlier in the day, just to spill his drink down your cleavage. You yelped as the cold liquid ran down your front and onto the deck.

Looking down at your body that was now covered in the alcoholic beverage that Sam decided to spill all over you, you noticed how Jake's eyes darkened. “Sam, I know you’re jealous that you don’t have what we have, but really?” You tell the youngest Kiszka. The look displayed on his face is beyond offended. From the corner of your eye, you see Sam's little booty call cast an annoyed look in your direction.

Josh in the background is laughing, trying to stifle the giggles that rake through him. There’s nothing the twins love more than to see their younger brother embarrassed and struggling to find words.

“What a dumbass..” Jake groans in annoyance, also trying to calm himself from laughing

Too peeved to say anything else, you make our way to go below deck and clean yourself up. Seeing the opportunity, Jake goes down after you.

Downstairs, you attempt to clean yourself off while Jake appears behind you once more. “You have no idea how long I've been looking for an excuse to get you alone.” Jake remarks, now taking a very shameless glance at your body. As if to tease him, you take off your bikini top and dangle it in his face. Needing to be the one in charge, Jake snatches the top from your grasp and pushes you against the wall. “Eager, are we?”

“You think you’re cheeky, don’t you?” Jake sneered in your ear, snaking a hand up to cup your chin, squishing your cheeks together. He pulls back away from you to give you a view of his darkened eyes. Jake rips his hand away from your face to bring it back down on your sunburnt breasts. The sting has you writhing in pain and pleasure all at once. You tremble under his touch, just anticipating his next move. His leg is between your knees, pressing into you. You couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath and you tried not to rock against his thigh. It felt like he had barely touched you all day and you were terribly skin starved.

“Actually, I do. Look at you.. All needy for me because of a bathing suit, babe. You take a long glance down at his shorts, where the fabric was quickly tightening. His hands were on you in an instant, feeling all over your hot skin.

As if sensing your need, Jake shoves his hand into the front of your bikini bottoms. You sighed into his touch, letting him rub tight circles into you. Your hips thrust forward in his grasp, yearning for more of his touch. His touch disappears, leaving you stranded with need before he taps the side of your thigh and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your stringed bottoms and pulls them down your reddened legs.

After standing back up, Jake’s fingers tap your cheek, prompting you to open before stuffing your bikini bottoms into your open mouth. “Wouldn’t want my brothers to hear that pretty voice of yours while I’m all needy for you, now would we?” At that, Jake went back to his knees in front of you, lifting one leg over his shoulder. He licked a long stripe up you before suctioning his lips to your clit. You moaned around the fabric in your mouth as he worked up a steady pace of sucking. Soon he was pushing a finger into you, combining the two sensations. The edges of his hat scratched lightly over your lower stomach as Jake pushed his face into you further.

With Jake on his knees in front of you, you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair. Though, the straw hat he’s currently wearing is restricting you from doing so. Sensing your irritation towards his beloved hat, he stands and removes it, placing it atop of your head.

Kissing the inside of your thigh, he speaks softly, “There, love. Looks better on you than it ever did me.”

His words were lost on you as you focused on the sensations he was sending through your body. Before you knew it, Jake was pulling himself out of his swim trunks and rubbing the tip of his cock through your wetness, nudging your clit. You had half a mind to spit out the bikini bottoms from your mouth and tell him to get on with it already. He loved teasing you all too much. But you knew if you did so, Jake wouldn’t give you what you wanted. Much to your relief, Jake finally pushed in, making a muffled moan fall from your lips.

With the movement of his hips, Jake has you slamming into the wall, causing the small boat to sway in the water. He grunts from the back of his throat with each thrust, hitting all the right places inside you. The small cabin started to heat up considerably from the heavy breathing you two produced. His dark, honey colored locks stick to his forehead as sweat drips down his neck.

Even with the material of your swimsuit being held within your mouth, you let out high pitched whines with each of his movements. To steady you, he placed his hand upon your throat, giving it a light squeeze. You lift a hand to his chest and drag your nails down his skin, leaving harsh red marks in their wake, while your other hand grips the arm that’s wrapped around your throat. Jake hisses as your grip leaves crescent shaped marks in his tanned skin, tightening his hold on you. Your impending release was approaching, and as if sensing it, Jake moved his other hand down to your clit to rub it in sync with his thrusts.

You hitch one leg over his hip to allow him to thrust deeper within you, relishing in the way he slid in and out of you. His lower lip has been chewed raw as he watches the way you stretch around his cock. You clench down on him, pulling a moan from him as he closes his eyes. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” You merely groan in response. The combination of his movements were quickly bringing you to climax, and Jake could tell. This did not slow him down by any means, he kept the same pace, continually fucking you into the wall. Before you knew it, you were releasing around Jake, bringing him to his own finish line.

The both of you breathed heavily as your respective highs came down. “Holy shit.” Jake whispers out, finally meeting your eyes. “You okay?” His fingers grasp the silky material of your swimsuit bottoms to pull them from your mouth, giving you a chance to finally breathe normally.

“I’m okay.” You cup his cheek, wiping glistening sweat from under his eye with your thumb.

Knowing that you’d both been gone far too long, you gathered up the clothes strewn about to get back to the main deck. Jake stands behind you, tying the strings of your bikini top around your back. With a finishing touch, he plants a kiss on the back of your neck.

In the time it took for you and Jake to collect yourselves, you relished in the time you’d spent together, even if it was sweaty and rigorous. You knew after you returned to the party above deck, you’d each be whisked away from one another once more and didn’t want that to happen just yet. A few final kisses were had before you made your way back. On the way up, Jake pulled one last stunt and swatted your ass before his brothers would see, only serving to remind you he was the one in charge and he wasn’t done with you just yet.

It seemed everyone tried not to notice how long you were gone, nor Jake’s straw hat that was still atop your head. Josh knew exactly what happened by hot red hot face and eyes that would never meet your own or Jake’s. He was sipping on a beer, talking Sam’s ear off about the newest film he had seen while Sam paid more attention to the hickey he was giving the girl all over him.

But as soon as you two came into view, he had to make some smart remark. “Nice hat you got there.” Sam snickers.

Rolling your eyes, you shoulder chuck Sam playfully on your way to the cooler for another beer, stealing one last glance at your boyfriend who was still attempting to regain control of his breathing from your activities. But of course, he didn’t meet your eyes, only staring at the handprint on your ass he had left.

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burning-the-write-oil · 4 years ago

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Curiosity Paid Off

Request: “And you know what they say about the size of a man’s sword, aye? Big sword, even bigger…”

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“... ship. Ship, love. What did you think I was going to say? Naughty.”

Summary: You’re having a conversation with Jack but you can’t help your mind wandering. At least it pays off.

Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow/F!Reader

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing, penetration, suggestive content

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

A/N: It’s been overdue that I write some smut again and this prompt really inspired me. I’ve also been thirsting over Jack Sparrow a lot lately, so this resulted. I hope you enjoy my attempt, as I am by no means a pro at writing smut! Please like, comment, and reblog! Requests ARE still open!

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“Is there a point to the madness you’re speaking right now, or do you just enjoy the sound of your own voice?”

Jack gave a surprised expression at your interjection and you couldn’t hold back your laughter.

“I just think skill outweighs the weapon one has in a battle.”

You were sitting on the stairs that went to the upper level of the ship, Jack stood next to you by the stairs, arm draped over the railing.

“You may not be wrong. But having a bigger weapon doesn’t hurt a man. And you know what they say about the size of a man’s sword, aye? Big sword, even bigger…”

“Oh god…”

You scoffed and shook your head, shifting your gaze towards the sea. You definitely weren’t expecting that response, but you couldn’t lie, it had to be true in some senses. You couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at Jack. There was no denying you were attracted to the captain of the Black Pearl. Or that you had occasionally thought about what might hide behind those breeches he wore...

“... ship. Ship, love. What did you think I was going to say? Naughty.”

You felt your cheeks begin to warm at his cocky expression and smirk. He eyed you for a moment, waiting for the retort you would give.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, pulling your legs closer to you. If he hadn’t been on to your lingering thoughts before, he definitely was now.

“C’mon love, don’t tell me you’re not curious.”

Your head quickly turned towards him, your eyes narrowing slightly.

“That’s a bit bold of you to assume.”

“Is it? Am I assuming? Or am I right?”

You scoffed again before standing up and walking down the remaining steps. At this point, you might as well just make a move.

Appearing to change the topic, you asked, “You mentioned having something for me in your cabin?”

The smirk on his lips didn’t leave as he nodded in agreement, eyes searching the deck of the ship until he spotted Gibbs.

“Gibbs, keep a strong eye on the horizon until I return.”

Jack hardly waits for a response before beginning to make his way to the berth of the ship. You quickly got to your feet before following towards his cabin. He enters before you, immediately busying himself with searching for whatever it was he had mentioned earlier.

“Must be very important…” You quip, glancing around the space as he continues his search. An indiscernible mumble is your response. You’d only been in Jack’s cabin a few times and unfortunately not for the reasons you had hoped.

You decide to sit on the edge of the desk that could be found in the middle of the room, feet barely touching the floor.

“Ah! Got it!” He now holds a large scroll and turns to make his way towards you before noticing where you’ve decided to perch.

“You know, love, I can’t quite show you where you’ve insistently been asking we’re going if you’re sat on me desk.”

You simply shrug, feigning a look of innocence as you look at him. “Pity, I was just getting comfortable.”

Jack raises a brow slightly, eyeing you for a moment and you can almost hear the gears turning in his head. His notorious cocky smirk returns a second after as he takes a few short strides to stand before you.

He stands a few inches from you and leans down ever so slightly, “So, are you curious, aren’t you?”

You know what he’s referring to immediately and you grin, “Incredibly so.”

Jack immediately tosses the scroll to the side and falls to the floor at the side of the cabin as he immediately presses his lips to yours. You smirk against his lips, beginning to move your lips against his. His hands move to your waist, turning you to face him and pulling you closer to the edge of the desk. He breaks the kiss, reaching to his right to push the door shut and you’re quick to grip the front of his white shirt to pull him back to you. He chuckles, pressing his lips back to yours with even more force than before. Your hands move to his vest, immediately beginning to push it off his shoulders. He pulls his hands away just long enough to remove the vest as you begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt. He takes the opportunity to begin a trail of kisses down the side of your face and to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin.

You can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips, your hands simply lingering on his bare chest, running along the tan skin. Jack continues his ministrations, occasionally nipping at the skin as he nears your collarbone. You gently push at his shoulder and he immediately lifts his head to look to you, his eyes searching your face for any indications of you feeling uncomfortable.

“I want this all off.” You breathe, your eyes hungrily gazing at him.

“As if you needed to ask.”

You help him remove his shirt, belt, and pants as he kicks off his boots. He begins to unbutton and remove your own shirt, pants, and boots, making sure to press kisses to your lips and any available skin as he goes along. You immediately notice the bulge at the front of his breeches before you started to pull them down and you smirk, “I knew I wasn’t wrong.”

He pulls his mouth away from the top of your breasts and glances up at you, “I’m hurt that you thought you might’ve been.”

You’re about to reply before his lips attach to one of your nipples, immediately flicking his tongue across the hardened bud. A soft moan leaves your lips, propping your hands on the desk behind you as he continues his attention to your breasts. He proceeds to continue his kisses down your body and it’s not long before you’re both completely naked.

“I want you.” You whine as Jack moves back to his feet, your legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer to you.

“In good time…” He mumbles, his voice seemingly lower as he drags his fingers along the skin of your inner thigh.

Your breath hitches as he nears your center, his index and middle fingers stroking along your wet slit. He brushes his lips across yours teasingly before his fingers move to steadily rub at your swollen clit.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.”

Your mouth falls open and your eyes flutter ever so slightly as the sensations only continue to build as his fingers move across you.

“I asked you something, love.” He immediately stops his ministrations and you whine, your hand moving to his wrist to pull him back.

“Yes…” You sigh as his fingers go back to their movements, beginning to pick up speed as your hips tilt towards them. You reach your own hand down, wrapping a hand around his hardened length and giving it a few long strokes. You hear his breath catch and his eyes shut ever so briefly before he focuses his attention back on you.

He watches as you moan and push yourself towards him, eyes dark and focused on your every expression.

“What a beauty you are.”

You can feel your walls begin to clench just before Jack pulls his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips and cleaning them before pulling your legs even tighter around him.

“Is this still what you want?” He pauses, his deep brown eyes locking with yours.

“Yes, Jack.” You answer, your eyes not leaving his as he slowly lays you back on his desk, pulling your hips to the edge.

Your body shivers in excitement as you feel him press himself as close to you as possible. His hand reaches down to stroke himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes into you with a few short strokes, his mouth falling open as a groan escapes. You moan, your hands gripping tightly at the edge of the table as his length stretches your walls, giving a pleasurable ache.

“Fuck, Jack…” You breathe as he pulls out before quickly thrusting back into you.

“Feel good, sweetheart? Because you feel absolutely incredible.” He grunts, gripping your hips as he begins steadily thrusting into you, eyes intently focused on you.

You gasp in response, resisting the urge to let your eyes roll back as you try to keep your gaze on his. Jack leans over you to press his lips fervently against your, grinding against you, a new friction rubbing against your clit.

“So good.” You breathe as high-pitched moans continue to escape your lips. Your hands move to grip at whatever they can as he continues to thrust into you. It isn’t long before you feel your walls start to clench around him and you can’t resist the urge for your eyes to fall shut.

“I’m close...Oh god.”

Jack brings a hand up to pull and circle one of your nipple, his other hand gripping the side of your hips as he thrusts into you even quicker, the sound of skin hitting skin even more audible. It’s a few moments later before you feel your hips jerk up towards his as you come, whimpering as Jack’s thrusts stutter slightly and he pulls out of you, releasing onto your stomach. You can’t move your eyes from his expression, the look of euphoria and the sound of his grunts as he came.

Jack still has his arms resting on either side of you on the table, breaths quick as he opens his eyes to meet yours. Your cheeks flush, despite the previous events that had just occurred.

“I guess I don’t have to be curious any more.” You grin, trying to catch your own breath as you carefully try to sit up, knowing your shaky legs wouldn’t be able to hold you up quite yet.

Jack chuckles, picking his shirt up off of the floor and using it to clean off your stomach. He places another soft kiss to your lips before gathering your clothes and handing them back to you to redress.

“Still interested in those maps?” He asks you with a smirk, beginning to get dressed himself.

“I have to say I’ve got something else on my mind at the moment.” You slide off the table, taking a few short steps to him before resting your hands on his chest.

“And what’s that, love?” He eyes you mischievously, moving his hand to run his thumb along your jaw and lower lip.

“Just curious what that mouth of yours can do…” You step away with a smirk, grabbing your clothes to get dressed.

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 4 years ago

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Nice To Meet You

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut (duh, so kids go home.), Godzilla Vs Kong spoiler

A/N: I’m trying to get back to it. I’m so rusty, so please bear with me. 😩

Also, this story has unprotected sex. Remember that this is just fiction and if he ain’t got no rubber then he can’t be your lover.

Word Count: 3,554 (My bad.)

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You pulled into the driveway of the home you shared with your older siblings and nephews. You popped the trunk before getting out in preparation to get the many groceries you'd just bought.

You were bent over in the trunk when you heard a man's voice.

"Excuse me?" He called out.

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm looking for Sam Wilson, does he live here?" He asked.

"Yes, he does, but he isn't here right now." You answered.

"Oh okay, um, I'm —" he started.

"I know who you are," you interrupted him. I'm Y/N Wilson."

"I didn't know Sam was married," he said shocked.

You turned around and pulled a case of water from the trunk and gave it to him. Then sat another on top of it.

"I'm not Sam's wife. I'm his youngest sister." You told him and hooked bags onto his arms. "This way," you led him to the large porch and into the house.

You walked him into the kitchen where he set everything down, thanked him and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for him.

"I didn't know Sam had a sister. It's nice to meet you," he reached out to shake your hand.

You grabbed the gloved hand and shook it.

"Sam won't be back until tomorrow. He and Sarah went to get supplies for the boat a few towns over and they’re staying the night."

"Sam has a boat?" He asked, confused.

"What exactly do you know about my brother?"

"Not much, I guess," he shrugged.

"Wow, a man risks his life and has to go on the run for two years because of you and you couldn't take the time to ask him about his life or family?" You raised your brow at him.

"Okay, I deserved that," he agreed.

"Mmm hmm," you turned to put the groceries away.

"Uh, I'll come back tomorrow when Sam's here."

"How'd you get here? I didn't see a car out there."

"I kind of walked from the bus station," he scratched the back of his neck.

"And where are you staying?" You followed up.

"I'm good at figuring those things out."

"Right," you rolled your eyes. "You can stay here tonight. I have to meet my brother and sister at the docks tomorrow and we can just ride up together."

"Oh, no, I don't want to impose. I'll be fine." He insisted.

"Have you eaten?" You asked.

His stomach decided to growl loudly at that moment. It wasn't exactly unusual for Bucky to forget to eat.

"I'm gonna fry some fish for lunch. The guest room is the third room on the left upstairs. You can put your things in there. Also, lose the gloves. You don't have to hide who you are here."

Bucky smiled at your back and followed your instructions. He looked at all of the family photos on the wall as he made his way to the room.

He felt bad for the twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach at how happy you all looked. He wished he still had photos of his family to look back on.

Bucky put his bag on the big plush bed and changed his shirt. He was happy you said he didn't have to hide who he was there. It was hot as hell with those gloves on.

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When he returned to the kitchen you were already outside lighting up the deep fryer.

"Anything I can help with?" He asked when he walked out onto the deck.

"Absolutely, you can make the salad," you handed him the ingredients and a knife.

The two of you worked in silence until you were finished and sat down to eat.

"Thank you for letting me stay here," he finally said.

"Of course, you're Sam's friend."

"I don't know about friends. More like coworkers," he laughed.

"Wow, is that a smile? You should do it more often. It's nice." You suggested.

Bucky turned red. He couldn't remember when he was complimented last for a non violent act.

"So, why are you here, Mr. Barnes?"

"Just needed to talk to Sam about some things and you can call me Bucky."

"I hope you aren't here to talk to him about the shield. We tried to talk him out of it at first, but he made a decision and just like the rest of us, you need to respect that."

"He gave it away," he said with an attitude.

"Actually, he didn't. He put it away, there's a difference. And maybe if you tried to understand his choices instead of having an attitude about it, you'd understand why he did what he did." You matched his fire.

"Either way, I'm taking it back, because he deserves it. He's the only one who should have it."

"I agree, but I won't let you give him anymore shit about what he felt was right."

"I thought Sam was the superhero in this family?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, Sam protects the world and I protect Sam. You should be happy you're talking to me and not Sarah though, she would've punched you by now," you got up and took your empty plate inside.

Bucky chuckled and watched as you walked away. His intention wasn't to come there and talk about the shield, but he still admired the way you had your brother's back.

When you walked back out you had two drinks in your hands. You sat one down in front of him and went to your chair.

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the red and orange drink.

"A tequila sunrise. Heavy on the tequila," you sipped from your straw.

"You know I can't get drunk, right?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, the serum speeds up my metabolism, so I can't get drunk," he shrugged as he took a huge gulp.

"I'm sure that sucks."

"You have no idea."

You sat outside and talked until the sun went down and then you went inside to clean up the kitchen. You washed dishes while Bucky dried them off and put them away.

Bucky's phone was sitting on the table when you first heard the familiar dating app notification sound. You ignored it, but by the third time you finally asked if he was gonna check it.

"It's probably no one," he said.

"No one? You're getting matches like crazy. Let's see if they're any good," you picked up the phone.

"What? No, absolutely not." He took the phone from you.

"Why not? You could potentially find the love of your life out here," you sat down and patted the seat of the chair next to you.

He finally gave in and sat next to you. Bucky opened his dating app and the two of you looked through his potential baes. He was swiping left on most of them so quick that you had to stop him.

"You're not even reading their bios. Give it a chance, jeez."

He slowed down a bit.

"Melissa, likes long walks on the beach and playing in the mud? Next." He swiped.

"Ooh, she's cute. Ella, an aspiring model who loves comedy. And look at that, her favorite movie is Robocop," you bit your lip to hold in your laugh.

"You're worse than Sam," he said annoyed and put his phone away. “And it’s Robocop 3. That’s like the worst one.”

"Oh come on, Bucky, give her a chance she has two dogs!" You laughed.

"I'm more of a cat guy actually," he said.

"You're adorable," you continued laughing, “let's go watch a movie," you put your hand out for him to grab and led him into the front room.

You turned on the TV and scrolled through for something to watch and finally settled on Godzilla Vs Kong figuring the action would be fun.

"Five bucks says Godzilla kicks the crap out of Kong," you said.

"What?? King Kong was first. It's only right that he reigns supreme in this situation," he countered.

"Put up or shut up, Buck," you shrugged.

He pulled the money from his wallet and sat it on the table.

Halfway through the movie you were both talking smack to one another. Bucky hadn't even realized how comfortable he'd become. Your legs were across his lap and he was holding them in place. Casually rubbing circles on your thigh every few minutes.

When Godzilla pinned Kong down and the fight seemed to be over, you jumped up in celebration.

"Yessss!!!! The dinosaur for the winnnn!!" You danced in front of him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, show off," he chuckled.

You finished the remainder of the movie teasing one another along the way, when it ended you went up to get ready for bed.

*******

Once you were done with your shower you put on your pajamas and went to the guest room to check on Bucky.

He was standing in the window shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned looking out into the dark yard. You stared at his back. Your eyes tracing his entire body.

You shifted your stance as you felt your body starting to react to the sight of him. Your pussy was getting wet causing you to forget why you'd even gone to the room in the first place.

"Everything okay?" You heard his voice break your thoughts.

"Hmm? Um, yeah, I was just coming to make sure you didn't need anything before I went to bed?"

"No, I'm okay, thank you." He smirked. "You know you can just ask whatever you want to know."

You walked further into the room never taking your eyes off where his flesh ended and his metal arm began. You reached up to touch him and he flexed his arm a little causing the plates to shift.

You jumped back slightly before running your finger down the cool metal and then touching the scar he had.

"Does it hurt?" You asked quietly.

"Not anymore, but I still remember the pain," he answered.

"You're a nice guy, Bucky and I really wish that this never had to happen to you. Although, I can't lie and say that I don't think it's really cool." You ran your fingers over the metal again.

He took your chin in between his fingers and redirected your gaze to his eyes. He's wanted to kiss you since lunch and has been doing his best to hold back out of respect for his friend.

"Can I kiss you?" He said barely above a whisper.

You didn't even answer, just pressed your lips to his. The kiss was needy. You'd both been craving each other all day. He let his hands fall to the small of your back and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Bucky picked you up and was leading you over to the bed when you could hear your phone ringing in the other room. You broke the kiss and he lowered you to the floor.

"Shit!" You ran from the room.

You picked up the phone and saw that it was Sam trying to FaceTime you. You hurried to answer.

"Hey bro!" You said happily.

"What you doing? What took you so long?" He immediately asked.

"I was downstairs when I heard the phone, rudeness," you lied.

Sam just looked at you. He could always tell when you were lying. Even one as small as that. You decided to switch the subject before he asked more questions.

"Hey so guess who stopped by?" You said as you walked down the hall to the other room.

You peeked into the guest room before going in. Bucky had put his shirt back on and stood when he saw you coming in. You stood next to him and put him in the camera.

" Hi, Sam," Bucky said dryly.

It may have seemed like a normal greeting, but he was really annoyed that he'd interrupted a moment he'd built up the courage to have all day.

"Hey, what are you doing in my house Wall-E?" He chuckled.

"I came to talk to you, but you're obviously not here."

"Yeah, I put him up in the guest room for the night and we'll meet you down at the docks tomorrow."

"Alright... You'd better not be getting sweet on my baby sister either," he cut his eyes at Bucky.

"First of all, my sex life is none of your business. Secondly, there is no sweetness." You rolled your eyes. "Where's Sarah?"

"You know she needs an hour long shower before bed just like you," he responded in a snarky tone.

"Well, I'm going to bed, so tell her I said goodnight. I love y'all and we'll see you tomorrow." You said before hanging up.

You put your phone on the charger for the night and when you turned around Bucky was standing at the door.

"Goodness!" You yelled as you pressed a hand to your chest.

He didn't say anything, just rushed over and started kissing you again. This time, even hungrier.

Your tongues met and your body tingled. His hand gripped beneath your thigh as the other held him up.

You broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. The few seconds felt like an eternity for Bucky. He never wanted to take his lips off you, but he did once more.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as he trailed kisses down your body.

He was finally on his knees in front of you. Face in between your thighs.

"I need to hear you say it, doll." He kissed one thigh.

"Yes," you breathed.

"Yes, what?" He kissed the other thigh further down.

"I'm sure, Bucky. I want you. Please," you buried your fingers in his hair.

He licked your clit slowly at first. Taking you all in and tasting your nectar. It had been so damn long since he had such a pretty pussy in his face.

You could hear him moaning as he sucked and slurped on your clit.

"Ooh, fuck baby, yes," you moaned.

Bucky's dick was screaming for release from his jeans. It was pressing hard against the fabric and ready for your touch, but he wasn't done with you just yet.

He spread your thighs wider and stuck his tongue in your tight pussy. He tongue fucked you until you felt your first orgasm approaching. You reached down and started rubbing your clit.

"Yeah, play with that pussy. Good girl," he praised.

You rubbed faster. Bucky stuck his tongue back inside and let you fuck his face some more. Your legs shook and the warm juices flowed onto his tongue. He moved your hand and licked from your hole to your clit.

"Told you I was more of a cat guy," he smiled.

"Shut up and share," you grabbed his face and stuck your tongue out to taste yourself on his lips.

You pushed his pants down and tried to flip him, so you could take him into your mouth, but he wouldn't budge.

"No, need you now," he said as he slowly pushed inside of you. "Fuck," he said in your ear.

He paused. He knew that if he moved he'd embarrass himself for sure, but you were so wet and tight. Fitting him perfectly.

Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly started to move inside of you. Allowing you to adjust to him without hurting you too much.

"You feel so good."

Hearing you say that made him pick up the pace. He rolled his hips faster and pushed your knees to your chest. He wanted you to feel every last inch of him inside of you.

He ripped your night shirt in half and exposed your breasts, watching them jiggle as he slammed into your pussy.

Now he wanted to watch something else jiggle, so he pulled out and turned you on to your stomach. He pulled you up by the waist onto your knees and slid his hard cock back inside of you.

"Fuck me," he demanded as he slapped each of your ass cheeks.

You obliged and threw your ass back on his slick coated dick and he watched your ass bounce in the process. He knew he wasn't going to last long like this.

"That's it, doll, fuck me. I wanna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours." He said.

His words caused you to cum. Your pussy clenched around him so tight and you knew when you heard the soft, "Oh fuck," leave his lips that he was about to explode.

Bucky pulled out of you and stood on the bed. He pumped his warm thickness into your waiting mouth while moaning loudly.

When he was done, you let some of the cum drip from your tongue. He slapped his dick in it and you swallowed the rest.

"Good girl," he dropped to his knees and kissed you roughly.

He fell back onto the bed taking you with him. You laid on his arm and traced his jawline with your finger.

"You're beautiful," he said to you.

"Thank you," you smiled.

"Should I start you another bath?"

"No, I can take one in the morning."

"Good, because I don't want you to leave anyway." He kissed your forehead.

"Get some rest," you told him.

He looked tired and you could tell that he sleeps horribly at night.

Bucky closed his eyes. You waited for a few minutes before going to the bathroom to clean up. When you came back and laid down, he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

You snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

********

When you awoke the next morning Bucky's arms were still wrapped around you.

"Good morning," he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder.

"How'd you know I was awake?" Your voice still laced with sleep.

"Your breathing changed," he kissed you again.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. His metal hand traced a cool trail between your breasts and down to your clit.

You spread your legs to give him better access and then your phone started ringing. You rolled eyes when you saw Sam's name. This is the second time he's ruined your moment.

"Hello?" You answered with an attitude.

"Well good morning to you too, sunshine," he said.

"Samuel, it's literally," you looked at your phone for the time, "shit, it's 10am??"

"Yeah, exactly you slept in. Get your butt up."

Bucky didn't care that Sam was on the phone. He slid his fingers inside your pussy and pumped them slowly. Your body quivered beneath his touch.

"I'm getting — I'll call you when we're on the way." You quickly hung up.

Bucky chuckled. He moved his fingers faster inside of you and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Your orgasm was so close and then he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes popped open and the satisfied smirk on his face let you know that he'd done it on purpose.

"Next time, don't answer the phone, doll." He kissed your lips and walked towards the door. "Oh and don't even think about touching yourself." He said before he disappeared.

He was out of his mind. You quickly grabbed your toy from your drawer and went into the bathroom. You turned on the shower and sucked the vibrator into your mouth to wet it.

You put your foot up on the tub and slowly fucked yourself with the toy. Your eyes were pinched shut and you were so into what you were feeling that you hadn't heard the door open.

Bucky watched as you pleasured yourself. He was turned on by the sight, but pissed, because he told you not to. He walked over and snatched the toy from you. Covering your mouth, so you couldn't scream.

"Now, I remember telling you not to do this, doll." He moved his hand and nipped at your collar bone.

"No, you told me not to touch myself. I used the toy," you said.

"Real cute," he growled.

He put the toy on the counter and walked you into the shower. He got down on his knees and started eating your pussy again.

He should've been punishing you, but instead he was treating himself. Bucky knew in that moment that you were now his addiction.

You gripped his hair while he held on to the leg that was thrown over his shoulder.

"I want to feel you. Please," you begged.

He wanted to deny you, but he simply couldn't. Your wish was his command.

He stood and lifted you up, slowly sliding you down on his hard dick. He was sure to keep you against the wall, so your hair wouldn't get wet.

Bucky fucked into you slowly. Enjoying the feeling of your slick walls. He wanted to stay inside of you forever.

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" You mewled.

You heard him grunt in response. He was close himself and when you tighten your grip around him he exploded inside of you.

You bit his neck as your own orgasm washed over you. He finally let you down and the two of you finished the shower together.

Bucky had no clue how he'd break this news to Sam, but he knew he had to, because there was no way he wanted to ever go without your touch again.

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#Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky x you #Smut #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #Avengers #falcon and the winter soldier

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javier-pena · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Rating: Explicit (that means 18+/no minors!!)

Summary: Javi and you are enjoying breakfast on his yacht until things take an unexpected turn.

Notes: I saw a picture of Javi and all I could think was, “I wanna feed him berries”. So that’s the reason I wrote this fic. That’s the only excuse I have. Oh and also that I want Javi to call me a bad girl but whatever, we don’t need to talk about that. Anyway, as always, I owe most of this to Dani @javierpcna, literally everything I write should come with Dani’s name listed as co-author, her support knows no bounds, she literally drops everything when I send her a fic to proofread, and this was no different. And she also lets me use her brilliant lines from time to time, for which I can never repay her.

Notes II: I have neither seen the movie nor have I read the script, so if there are any spoilers in there (I doubt it) I didn’t put them in intentionally.

Notes III: Artwork by @honestly-shite | Moodboard by @frankiemorales

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One.

He lets you feed him one berry, but only after you tell him how good they taste, how they melt on your tongue, how they fill your mouth with a soft sweetness. He raises an eyebrow at that, and you know what he’s thinking, but he doesn’t say it. Instead, he takes the small blueberry from your outstretched fingers, leaning on the laden breakfast table to make it easier for you to reach him. The berry is so small it’s impossible for him to pull it in between his lips without the tip of your finger vanishing, too. You shudder at the sensation, shudder despite the heat, despite the hotness of his tongue brushing against your sensitive skin.

Javi hates breakfast. He hates dedicating time during his busy day, during the mornings when he feels most productive, to eating when it can be done en passant. You keep telling him it’s not healthy to eat while he’s distracted, and you’ve been trying to convince him to have breakfast with you for a few weeks now.

Why, babe? You said distraction is bad for me when I eat.

He still doesn’t eat during the mornings, only drinks his heavy, smoky, black coffee, but he keeps you company now whenever he can. He reads to you from the morning paper, he tells you about his plans for the day, or he listens to you talking about a dream you had last night or about things you would like to do with him one day. And today … today he even made time to take you out on his yacht, to anchor it in a secluded bay where there’s no noise except the lapping of the waves against the bright white hull of the ship and the cries of the seagulls circling above, hoping to snatch a crumb of the croissant on your plate. Today, he’s made time to be with you.

Two.

You try it again, another berry, another taste of sweetness, another burst of flavor and color and sugary juices. This time it becomes clear he’s chasing something else, craving something else, as he sucks on your finger, just for a brief moment, just under the pretense of getting the sticky juice off your skin, but he also isn’t shy about it, he also doesn’t try to hide what he’s doing. Your skin prickles when he releases the digit, and you pull your hand back across the table too quickly, too hastily. He notices and leans back on his expensive outdoor couch with a satisfied sigh.

You dry your finger against the hot skin of your leg, already burning up with the heat of the approaching day, even though you keep to the shadows. Only your feet rest on an empty chair in direct sunlight, while you keep the rest of your body safe under a wide canopy. Javi is doing the complete opposite. He’s lounging in direct sunlight, and you’ll never understand how he can stand it. Your skin always starts to tickle and itch from the heat, while he looks like he was made to live in a Mediterranean country and spend his days in the sun.

The bright, orange shirt he’s wearing is unbuttoned to expose half his chest. His bronze skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, and you cannot tear your eyes away from it, imagining what it would feel like to run your fingers over it, how hot it would feel under your hands, how he would sigh and relax into your touch. His chest is your favorite place in the entire world. You feel safe when you rest your hand on it, when he softly runs his fingers along your arm, tells you how beautiful you look, how he will always take care of you, no matter what, how you’ll never need to worry about anything ever again because you’re his and he’s yours. And you feel oh so secure when you’re trapped under it, when you feel its weight pressing down on you, when your sharp nails leave angry, red scratches on his soft skin as he whispers into your ear – encouraging, soothing, filthy.

Three.

You want to see it move, see the muscles flex and strain as he leans forward again to accept a third berry from you. And this time he’s not shy about it anymore. This time, he does suck your finger in between his lips, the berry forgotten, and you see his eyes widen behind his dark sunglasses. You suck in a sharp breath at the sight. He releases your finger with a wet pop and suddenly this isn’t enough. Suddenly you need more, more of him, but you lower your gaze to your plate instead to hide your shining eyes. There is a time and place for these things and the deck of his yacht in broad daylight isn’t it.

But you cannot deny what your body wants, even though your mind tells the aching between your legs to shut up. You push yourself out of your chair fast and within a few steps you’re leaning against the railing, hoping to catch a breeze to soothe your flushed face. But there is none, only unbearable heat.

When you turn around again, you feel a different kind of heat; Javi’s gaze is on you as he takes you in. You know he loves to do this, especially when you’re wearing something he bought you, like you’re doing this morning – an expensive black bikini that leaves little to the imagination, one you found on your bed one morning with a small note that made you shudder, so you decided to save it for a special occasion. And you were right to do so because he’s unable to tear his eyes away from you.

You walk back to the table as slowly as possible, determined to finish breakfast, but something pulls you toward him, like an invisible rope slung around your waist, like his gaze is enough to make you lose all sense of control. And before you know it, you’re straddling his thigh, while he pulls you into a kiss, one that lasts forever yet not long enough, one that sets you on fire more than the sun on your back yet makes you want to expose more skin so more of you will get burned.

The second his teeth release your lip his hands fly up to rest against your hips, his grip firm but easy to get out of if you wanted to. “Is there something you wanted, baby?” he asks you, innocence written all over his face, as if he truly is completely unaware of the effect he has on you, of the things he makes you want to do when his eyes follow you around like you’re the eighth wonder of the world.

You bite your lip, bite the spot that still feels raw from where he sucked on it moments earlier, and then you start rolling your hips, start chasing the friction to relieve some of the hot, searing pressure that’s been building between your legs since he sucked your finger into his mouth. You see his eyes lower dangerously when he realizes what it is you want from him, and everything shifts, shifts as if the yacht is hit by a strong wave. You’re all too familiar with this change and you know exactly what it means, and what it entails.

One of your hands lands on the collar of his shirt out of its own free will, your fingers clawing at the material in a desperate attempt to steady yourself. The palm of your other hand presses against his warm, sun-kissed chest, your nails eager to leave marks on his skin. But instead of pressing into your touch, he leans back and watches you with mild interest.

This is all the permission you need. You grind your hips with a sense of purpose now, and when you feel the muscles of his leg tense between yours, a small whimper escapes your lips.

He smirks at you, and you know his eyes are sparkling, even though you can’t really see them. “Come on,” he urges you, pressing up into you, “make yourself feel good.”

With a desperate moan, your head falls onto his shoulder, your forehead scraping against his shirt, and you bite your lip because it’s the only thing stopping you from biting the exposed skin of his neck. You know he’d like that, he likes it when you are rough with him, but it also unleashes something in him you want to keep locked away today. You know it’s selfish and greedy, but all you want to do this morning is take, and not think about him.

He makes that resolve very difficult to keep.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks you, a hand at the back of your neck, trying to get you to lift your head.

You don’t answer him, you can’t, but you indulge him and lift your head again. You pick up the pace, determined to show him how much you like it, how good it makes you feel, but he only smirks at you again, like he doesn’t need an answer anyway, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

And suddenly, suddenly that selfish streak is gone, and you want him closer to you, all over you, inside of you. You don’t care that you have to give up the last bit of control you cling to, and give yourself over completely to him, you don’t care that it’s broad daylight and that another boat could sail into your tiny bay any second now, you don’t care about being discovered or about this being, strictly speaking, illegal. You just care about him fucking you like he does when he has you to himself, sprawled out under him, trapping you with his broad chest and toned arms, forcing you to take whatever he gives you.

But before you can tell him any of that, the hand at the back of your neck is gone and he lifts up his sunglasses and tosses them aside, so you can look right into his eyes, so you can see that you’re not the only one who’s affected by all of this. His gaze roams all over you, from your eyes shining with hazy lust to your legs squeezing around his thigh and your hips rolling with an urgency, pushing you steadily closer to finding the release you’re chasing. But this isn’t enough, you both know that; it’s enough to keep the fire going, but not enough to push you over the edge.

His free hand brushes against the exposed skin of your belly, his fingers run along the seam of your bikini top, and you push yourself forward, willing him to cup your breasts, pinch your nipples, anything, anything to relieve the ache and burning, the feverish craving you feel for his touch, his lips, his words that leave no doubt about who is in control. But he doesn’t give you any of that. Instead, his hand moves to your back to steady you, to hold you in place, and all he does is toy with the strap of your top holding everything in place at the back of your neck.

You don’t know what makes you look down to where your bodies are connected, but you do, and he follows your gaze. You both watch as a dark patch forms on the light fabric of his slacks, as it spreads more and more with each thrust of your hips.

“You’re making a mess,” Javi breathes quietly, so quietly you almost don’t catch it over the sound of the water against the yacht’s hull. His gaze is transfixed, his attention is on the evidence of your arousal as he watches with great interest. You feel heat spread from your chest along your arms and up your neck to your face, but you don’t stop.

“Look at you, princess,” he goes on, his left hand gripping your side tighter to slow you down until you drag yourself along his leg painfully slowly. “Look at how you’re getting daddy’s trousers all wet, they’re probably ruined now.” He pauses at your sharp intake of breath. There’s a dark glint in his eyes when he speaks next. “You’re a bad girl.”

You’re pretty sure the sound you make isn’t human. He lets go of your side and rests his hand on your thigh, letting you set the pace again.

“Please,” you whine, and you don’t quite know why you say it, what you want him to do, you just know he needs to do something, or you’ll go crazy. “Please, Javi,” you repeat. “Please, just … touch me,” you finish, and it’s stupid, he is touching you, just not in the way you mean, but you cannot come up with anything else to say.

“You’re always so greedy,” he observes, not making any move to fulfil your request. “I’m already giving you what you want and still you want more. Don’t you want to be daddy’s good girl?”

You don’t know the answer to that question. You wouldn’t know your own name if he asked you right now. Not because of the things he’s saying but because he raises his leg ever so slightly to push up against your clit and every coherent thought you might have had is drowned out by incoherent sounds leaving your mouth. You press down against him, grinding down with so much force he’s bound to lower his leg. Only … he doesn’t.

“Sorry, I didn’t get that,” he says, a picture of calmness and poise. “Can you repeat that for me?”

You absolutely cannot because you can’t remember what you said in the first place, but you give it another try. “Javi, please, give me something,” you swallow, “anything. Touch me, please.”

“No,” he says, but his voice sounds strained now, like uttering that two-letter word takes a lot of effort. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please,” you say again, knowing it won’t be enough. “Please, I can’t …”

“Why not?” he wants to know.

“It’s not enough, I ...,” you swallow again, your throat completely dry, “why are you doing this to me?”

“Oh, baby, you’re not even trying to get yourself off,” Javi chuckles. “I know you can do better than that.”

“I am trying,” you tell him, but it’s nothing more than a desperate whine.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asks you.

And he’s right, it is, it was ten minutes ago when you thought all you had to do was look pretty and he’d fuck you, but now that he’s seen right through you, now that he has decided he doesn’t want to give you anything more than he has to, it isn’t anymore. You want so much more than this, and you know there’s just one way to get it.

With a small movement you change your position slightly until you roll your hips against where he’s straining against the fabric of his slacks, and a low hiss is your reward, followed by a sharp slap to your ass that makes your hips stutter, and you lose your steady rhythm. Both his hands are on your hips again and he pushes you down hard against the firm muscles of his thigh.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he tells you. “I’m gonna give you what you came here for, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Javi,” you groan.

His hands move your hips, his arms straining with the effort of keeping you in place, and you let him, even though all you can think about is his hard cock only inches away from you. You think about him pushing into you, about the filthy, wet sounds it would make, about how he’s the only one who can reach so deep inside of you he makes you see stars with every thrust.

“All right,” Javi says. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “You can have it.”

You’re sure you misheard. You’re sure he didn’t just say that. After all he’s put you through, he won’t give in that easily. But you clench around nothing nevertheless, clench around thin air at the thought of him inside of you.

“Later,” he adds, and your heart almost stops. “I’m gonna fill your pretty mouth, but only if you’re good for me.”

You want to, you’re trying to, but you cannot do this anymore. If he’s not going to touch you, if he won’t fuck you, you have to do it yourself.

One of your hands leaves his strong shoulders and you frantically push the fabric of your swimsuit aside, pressing a finger against your aching clit. You moan in relief, but it only lasts a moment, because his left hand closes tightly around your wrist without any warning, and he twists your arm until he has it in a firm grip pressed against your back. The ring he wears on his little finger digs painfully into your soft skin.

“You were doing so well,” he says with a disappointed sigh.

“It’s not –,” you start, but you’re not allowed to finish the sentence.

“No, it is enough,” he tells you firmly, his eyes boring into yours.

But he does reach up, he does pull the string of your top until it comes loose and your tits spill out. He lets go of your arm but before you can decide what to do with your newfound freedom, his fingers close around your throat at the same time as his mouth closes around one of your nipples.

That’s all it takes.

You arch your back with a scream and come right there on his thigh in broad daylight, while he holds you in place with hands and mouth. It goes on forever, or at least it feels like that, and he’s unrelenting, first sucking one nipple into his mouth, then biting down hard on the other. When it becomes clear he’s not planning on stopping, you grab a fistful of his soft curls and pull him away from your chest with a sharp tug.

“Had enough?” he asks, his lips shiny and slightly swollen.

You nod slowly because you don’t trust your voice right now.

“Well, I haven’t,” he growls. “And I will tell you when you’ve had enough.”

taglist: @badbatches, @darksber, @doin-stuff, @filthybookworm, @for-my-satisfaction, @frannyzooey, @javigutierrez, @karkii, @pann-malii, @raspberrymama, @silksaddle, @skeletonstwins, @skyshipper, @sunnydunnydays

#the unbearable weight of massive talent #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez #pedro pascal #fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #i hope it makes sense #i'm high up in the mountains so if it doesn't it's the lack of oxygen

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sashi-ya · 4 years ago

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{+18} - Law x Fem Best Friend ♥ CH.1

♥ Daily living with the Heart pirates crew AU ♥ Spoilers after Dressrosa Arc. Law´s backstory. ♥ Female reader. Little physical description. Everybody is 18+, canon ages. ♥ TW: Nightmares related to PTSD. no further warnings. If you think I should include some feel free to tell me ♥ ♥English is not my first language, so If you happen to find some grammar or vocab mistakes, I’m sorry ♥´

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31053383

Word count: 4.1K

» List of parts: {CH1} {CH2} {CH3} {CH4} {CH5} «

Chapter 1

- Polar Tang, somewhere underwater on the Grand Line. July 14th. -

“Ay ay captain, I need fresh air please, I’m dying!” Shouted Bepo asking our captain, and my best friend, Trafalgar D Water Law to please emerge from underwater. Bepo is a polar bear mink, and does not like hot environments, so he is usually hot whenever we pass a lot of time underwater in the submarine.

“Let’s emerge, guys” said Law, annoyed, but willing to make the polar bear feel better. Me, despite not being a polar bear, I’m always hot, so I praised the lord for the decision.

“Aya aya, Thank you captain!!!” Bepo celebrated and grabbed me by the arm pulling me eagerly to the main door, because he knew how much I love to get fresh air, as much as he does.

From the control room, Shachi and Penguin shouted, announcing that we can fully unlock the door. And so, we did. Outside there was a clear blue sky, the sun was shining, but apparently, we were close to some winter islands, so the temperature was lower than we were expecting.

Fresh cold air hit my freckled cheeks and it felt wonderful. “Oi, Y/n-ya, don’t go outside without your coat. You are going to catch a cold”, said Law while placing a white coat over my shoulders. My best friend, despite the unfriendly appearance he normally shows, has the biggest heart and takes care of the one he loves.

I’ve known him since we were 13 years old, while wandering on a certain island of the North Blue after losing my family. A few weeks before knowing him, I found the Nagi no mi and became the user of it. So, when we introduced ourselves, we realized I was the new user of the devil fruit that had “Cora-san”, the person that saved Law’s life. Both of us were alone, and sad, so we held onto each other, striving to survive. I wanted to become a doctor like him, so we studied together. Now I’m his right hand whenever we have a surgery.

“Aren’t you coming outside?” I asked Law, which was still inside, looking through the door with a listlessly gaze at the immense sea around us. He looked at me, sighed and said, “Tomorrow is 15th”. He didn’t wait for my response and walked away.

Our captain still misses “Corazón”, Rosinante, or “Cora-san”, as he usually calls him, and on July 15th was his birthday. He was killed by his brother, Donquixote Doflamingo, who was taken down and sent to prison by Law and the Mugiwaras, a few months ago. I didn’t say a word, mainly because I knew how Law hates to show his feelings and even if I decide to say something, it wasn't going to help at all. The afternoon went by, and while the crew was having fun relaxing on the deck, Law didn’t show up. So, I proceeded to go see him, he usually loves to be alone, but this time I felt he needed some company.

I headed straight to the kitchen, made his favorite tea and went to his room. “Oi, Doc, you’ve been there for a good 5 hours, I brought your fave tea. Can I come in?”, I asked, but didn’t receive any answer, so I knocked, and the door opened. “I’m sorry dumbass, it was unlocked, I brought some tea for… “I stopped when I saw Law on the floor, with red cheeks, sweated and unconscious holding something red on his hand. “Law, what the hell?” I said while placing my hand over his forehead. His skin was burning. He was running a strong fever that caused him to faint. I was worried because I didn’t know how much time had passed since he had fainted. In any case I needed to make the temperature go down, as quick as possible.

“Law, Law, are you with me?” I asked him while grabbing him by the shoulders making soft movements. The captain vaguely opened his eyes and said “Y/n-ya… I’m ok, do… don’t worry”, “Of course you are not, your temperature is really high, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this?, come on you should take a bath right away”. He passed his arm around my neck and I grabbed him by his waist. Law is pretty tall, but I am stronger than I seemed, so I made him stand up and took him to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and helped Law to undress. Taking off first his sweated white shirt and then unbuttoning his jeans. I left him only with his boxers on, that made me giggle a little ‘because they had a heart pattern all over.

The laughing was over because he became pretty weak so in order to avoid him falling, I had to grab him real tight, making myself enter to the open douche. We remained for a few seconds looking at each other under the running water, until he slipped a sloppy laugh at how I was becoming wet. “Dumbass don’t laugh” I apprehended him. I remained there for a few minutes letting the slightly cold water bathe his whole body, waiting for the temperature to drop. I realized I’ve never been that close to him, we usually had zero physical contact, and as weird as it might sound this was the first time, I saw that he has more tattoos than I thought.

“Sexy motherfucker look what you’ve been hiding”, I thought, but quickly I uprooted those thoughts off my head. “Come on, Y/n, he is like your brother….”.

I turned off the water, extended my arm out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Wrapped him with it and as I was doing so, I noticed that Law was looking at my chest, still weak but now able to stand up without my help.

“Take off your wet boxers, I’m not watching” I said, turning my back to him. To which he responded, “I don’t care if you look, you are like my doctor”.

“Oh, come on, tell me when you are ready”, I said, a little embarrassed.

A few seconds later he told me he was ready and I turned back at him again, realizing that now the towel was hanging from his hip bones, leaving his whole tattooed torso naked, his hair was pretty straight from being wet and his cheeks now don’t show as much blush as before. I admired the image of the handsome man I got before my eyes for less than two seconds and told him to go to bed. I helped him to get into bed carefully not to untie the white towel, because he was still a little weak.

“Wait here, I’m going to the infirmary to get you some antipyretics, ok?” I ordered pointing at him.

I was about to walk out the bedroom when I heard him say “Oi, dumbass, are going out looking like that?, Put on one of my shirts” and I realized that my underwear was showing through the transparency of my wet clothes. I widened my eyes, and my cheeks turned to fire. Without saying anything I opened the drawers grabbing a shirt and some shorts he had there. I ran to the bathroom where I got changed and left the bedroom without even looking at him.

I walked through the hallway feeling my heartbeat faster, trying to dismiss the embarrassment I was feeling, until I got to the infirmary.

While searching for the medication I asked myself why this whole situation was making me lose my cool so easily, but no answer came out of it.

I then went to the kitchen to grab some water for Law to take the antipyretics and came back to my captain's room.

I gave him the pills and water and waited for him to take them.

"Let me check on your temperature" I said, and he raised his arm for me to put the thermometer under his armpit. "I don't want to feel sick; I hate those pills you gave me", complaining and acting almost as if he was a little boy. I remember when we were younger. He rarely got sick after he cured himself from the amber lead disease, but whenever he felt bad, he acted as he was a kid. I always thought that was really cute and today it wasn't the exception. I teased him a little bit for being a capricious little child and he smiled, gave him shorts, because his temperature was getting lower. I asked him if he was hungry and he assented.

The whole crew was still having fun on the deck, so I went back to the kitchen and made Law some soup.

I brought the meal to the room that he devoured, despite feeling sick. We chatted a little bit until he fell asleep. "How angelic you seem sleeping and acting as a child, Law…" I whispered while contemplating his face that was slightly illuminated by the moonshine that enters from one of the little windows.

Suddenly, something on the floor caught my eyes. It was some sort of red cloth. Picking it up I realized it was Law’s most precious treasure, Cora-san’s hat, that he was holding when I found him on the floor. I put the hat next to his face and caressed his cheek softly, "Sleep tight, Law, Corasan and I will take care of you tonight”.

A few hours passed and the bustle of the crew slowly turned to silence as they went to bed.

Sitting on bed next to him I must have fallen asleep until I was woken up by some grunts. Law was still asleep, but he seemed uncomfortable, he was again starting to sweat, and a few tears were running through his cheeks. I placed my hand over his forehead and his skin was burning once more, not only was he having one of those nightmares he always has, but also his fever was getting serious again.

I went to the bathroom, got some towels wet and put them over his face and under his armpits.

I held his hand and softly said “everything is going to be ok, Law”. You see, when someone has nightmares related to PTSD it's better not to wake them up instantly. With Law it has always been better if I slowly do it, making sure I am there for him. He woke up, looking at me embarrassed but relieved I was there to tell him it was just a bad nightmare.

The night went by, with me frequently changing the wet towels for more cold ones and the fever slowly stopped. My best friend went back to sleep until the next morning.

The sunrise was invading timidly the room and the clock strikes 7 am. Time for Law to take the medicine again, I said and stand up from bed.

I headed to the kitchen to prepare some tea and bring a glass of water to my patient.

When I got there, I saw Penguin and Bepo looting the fridge. "Excuse me? What are you both doing?" I shouted, scaring the hell out of both of my nakamas. "Aya aya Y/n, you are gonna kill us!!". But after looking at me both of them changed their facial expression from scared to confused. "Y/n, are you wearing the Captain's clothes? “asked Penguin, scanning my whole image from head to toe. "They suit you, really". “Whatever you are trying to suggest, stop it right there, you little shit” I said frowning and continued, “Law is sick as hell, he had a fever all night long, I’m taking care of him. He is still sleeping, don't run to him, especially you, Bepo.” I sentenced the Bear that was about to run through the hallway to hug his captain.

“Law, oi Law, wake up, you have to take your meds”, I whisper to wake him up. Slowly he opened his eyes, letting myself admire the bold grey irises that were looking at me. He gave me a weak smile and sited on the bed, grabbed the glass of water and chugged it with the pill. “How are you doing? feeling better?”, I asked. “uhm, I am”. “Go back to sleep, then, you should rest”, I suggested - ordered - him. He nodded getting under the sheets again, covering his face with them. A little laugh slipped out of my mouth until he said “Y/n.. can you… stay here with me? If you don’t want to, it's ok.”. How cute he acts when he wants some care… “Of course, I’m staying here, I’ve been here the whole night, what makes you think I’m leaving you now?”. A silence invaded the room, until he broke it with “Thank you, do you mind getting in bed with me?”. We have slept in the same bed before when we were younger so at first it didn't surprise me, but then, something hit my insides. I didn't know why but It made me nervous. Nevertheless, I acted cool and agreed, "Ok, make some space".

Law moved and I got under the sheets. My body didn't know how to react, so I stayed laying down facing him until he buried his face onto my chest hugging me by my waist, really tight. I put one hand over his hair and place my other hand on his back caressing it softly up and down. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was crying as my t-shirt began to have wet spots where his face was. He then placed his ear onto my chest, as he was trying to feel the beating of my heart and said, "I needed to hear your heartbeat, I don't want to ever stop hearing it". There weren't words to be said, I knew what he meant, so I simply gave him a kiss on his head and hugged him even harder.

We both passed out at some point until a well-known voice woke me up saying "Daaaaaamn the captain and vice-captain are sleeping together!!!" Shachi was shouting and I realized I had the whole crew watching us from the door. The image they saw Included Law half naked, myself with my shirt up letting my back and stomach out, Law's hand over my waist and his head over my breasts, my leg over Law's legs. The perfect image to imagine every sexual situation.

"It is not what you all are thinking! Law is sick, shut up!" I told everybody as I stranded up from bed arranging my clothes. The whole crew was laughing and making a fuss of it. “Hey, get out, Law didn’t get so much sleep last night, shut the hell up!” ... As I finished my sentence, I regretted it instantly and everybody started to laugh. Suddenly everyone shut up. I saw their faces turned to happy to fully serious followed by the voice of my captain saying “Oi, all of you, prepare to submerge. Bepo, resume the course to our destination, tomorrow we have to arrive at the next island, I don’t know why you all are wasting time. And, remember this is the last time you disrespect your Vice Captain. Is that clear?”, “Yes, Captain. We are sorry. Excuse us Y/n”, said everybody in unison, and rushed to their positions.

I grabbed my face with both of my hands, I wanted to hide for a week. Law approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder saying, “don’t worry, they ‘ve always been like this, it’s ok”. I sighed hard and turned my face to him. He looked better than yesterday but still needed to rest. “Are you feeling better?” I asked him, and he nodded.

I told him to go get some more rest, that I was going to have a bath and get some rest too, and then come back to check on him, and left to my room.

Only Law and I have private rooms, so I was going to be safe from the looks of our nakamas as long as I didn't leave.

I open the faucet and let the water fill my bathtub. Undressed and left Law’s clothes aside for me to clean them after and return them to him. I realized I had left my wet clothes and underwear on Law’s bathroom, but I didn’t stress much about it, he wouldn't see them, because I left them in the laundry bin. I relaxed for a few minutes in the hot water until the image of Law’s body covered in tattoos, hit my thoughts.

Suddenly I discovered myself enjoying the fond memories of his anatomy. He had become such a grown-up man throughout all of these years, and I didn’t realize about it until last night. I wonder if he thinks the same way about me…? My mind sailed through the memoirs of yesterday, seeing his body covered in sweat, having him close under the shower, the feeling of his skin on my hands, his face over my breasts, him holding me from my waist, being in the same bed… every memory was making my body react and… I shook those thoughts out of my head. What the hell am I thinking? Law is my best friend; he is like family. Stop Y/n, stop right there.

After eating something I headed to Law’s bedroom and stood up in front of the closed door. I’ve never felt the need to rehearse what I was going to say to him, but this time, I did. I felt the need. To my surprise I heard from behind the door as If someone was breathing with trouble, little moans perhaps. So, I instantly thought that my best friend was again running a fever, perhaps having trouble breathing. I opened the door without even knocking, worried and expecting to found Law suffering. I tripped and fell on my knees and what I saw next, was something far from distress or sickness…

There he was, sitting on his bed, fully naked, holding my bra with his left hand, breathing heavily, arching his back and neck with his head thrown back. His right hand stroking his hard member up and down, violently.

I was still on my knees when he concluded someone had entered his room, and as fast as he could said “Room… Takt” and closed the door behind me with the simple movement of two fingers. “La… law… what… I mean, I’m sorry, I’m…” I barely mumbled still with my mouth open, unable to move, mortified for interrupting such a private practice. But at the same time unable to understand why the hell he had my bra on his hand while touching himself.

He looked at me, still naked, meeting our eyes, both without even moving. Until he expressed a little smile and stood up. Me still on my knees, I contemplated him and his glorious body reaching to where I was. He stopped in front of me, grabbed my chin up in between two fingers. “Wha.. what are you doing, Law?” I asked, even though I didn’t take my eyes off him. “Shh…” he said rubbing his thumb over my lips and softly opening my mouth…

“Puru puru puru puru” the Den Den mushi next to my bed woke me up from my dream exalted. “Oh… It was just a dream…” I said and picked up the snail transponder. “Y/n, dinner is ready, you haven’t eaten anything all day, come to the dining area!”, I heard my nakamas shout through the speaker.

I washed my face and looked into the mirror. My cheeks were red, my head was spinning, I was agitated, sweaty. I replayed the dream over and over, it felt so real… so… enticing.

When I got to the kitchen my nakamas were already drinking beer and shouting as always, Law was seated on his usual spot, and Bepo was passing plates. “Oi Vice Captain! have a drink!!” some of them shouted, while Bepo handed me a big bowl of my favorite meal, read bean soup. Shachi, who was seated next to me, bumped me with his elbow and said, “Oi, the dinner was chosen by the Captain specially ‘because he said it was your fave, fufufu… are you both sleeping together again tonight”? I turned my face to him with the most psychotic expression I’ve ever had… “I’m sorry”, he said and directed his gaze to his plate.

I looked at Law who smirked a little and kept eating without any talking. I gave him a little side smile and did the same. He had a better semblance than the night before, so I think his fever hasn't come back since last night.

We finished eating and discussed the plan for tomorrow. We were supposed to arrive at a new island in the morning, not for anything special but for us to buy food and supplies needed. Usually, the whole crew divides the work, so some of them buy food, the others stuff for the submarine, and normally Law and I take care of buying medical supplies.

Through all the conversation I was trying to avoid looking at Law as much as I could. Whenever our gaze locked, I remembered the dream over and over… I felt guilty, stupid. My cheeks burned every time I replayed it on my head.

After having the plan settled, I waved goodnight to everybody, and left the kitchen. I was almost running through the corridor to get to my room as if I was trying to hide when I remembered that my underwear and clothes were still in Law's bathroom.

“Ok, he is not here, this is my chance, I just have to recuperate them and run to my room”, I said while entering my best friend's bedroom.

I was scrutinizing the laundry bin in the bathroom, when I heard the door of the bedroom close. I stood still. "Damn, what should I do?" … so, I decided to use my devil fruit powers in order to avoid making any sound until I was able to figure out what I was going to do. I mean, I couldn't just get out of the bathroom like nothing happened, what would Law think?

As the bathroom door was not fully closed, I was able to peek through it and observe what Law was doing.

The captain took off his hat first, and then his shirt. He jumped on the bed and grabbed a book.

I was hoping for him to read some more and fell asleep, so in that moment I could get out from my now hiding spot.

Twenty minutes passed and he was still reading. Meanwhile I admired every movement he did. From brushing his hair back, to how he licked his finger to turn the pages. My core felt fancy, I couldn’t escape from watching, deep down I wished for him to even untied his pants. I wanted to see more…

Finally, he put the book down and turned off the lamp.

"YES! FINALLY!" I said getting excited for my big escape but suddenly he said, "I know you are in the bathroom; I don't need to hear you to sense you, you know?".

I froze, closed my eyes and remembered how strong his Observation haki got during the last months. I didn't say anything simply because I didn't know what to say.

" Room… Shambles!", and without any warning I was teletransported to his bed. My ass hit the mattress hard making myself lose stability falling with my whole face over his lower abs.

The scent of his skin invaded my nose for less than a few seconds, because I regained my posture as quickly as possible. "Law, how many times I have to tell you not to use shambles with me without any warning?!!" I scolded him. "Excuse me? You've been hiding in MY bathroom for almost half an hour and I'm the one who gets shouted at?" He said, frowning and staring into my eyes. “I was trying to recover my clothes, I wasn’t trying to hide…”, I confess, to which he responded this time laughing, “Don’t lie, I’m sure you are into voyeurism”. Widening my eyes, still seated on his bed, covering my mouth, my cheeks blushing, my heart beating faster, I was embarrassed, because deep down, after all it was what I was doing. I was enjoying the view from the bathroom, I wanted to see more, I wished I could witness an image as my dream…

“I’m kidding…”, he said ruffling my hair and smiling. God, I love his smile… I wasn’t still saying anything back when he came close to my face, and whispered into my ears, “unless… you like it…”

Chapter 2

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captainderyn · 3 years ago

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22. From the 101 ways to say I love you ♡

Thank you so much for the ask @elveny ! I was very excited to take on this prompt for Ryn and Garrus lol.

(This is cross posted on AO3 (CaptainDeryn) )

Prompt 22: "Let me fix your hair."

Ryn didn’t make a habit of looking fancy.

She already put in enough effort every day putting on her armor and dealing with the stress of one mission after another. In the off chance she got a day to relax, she wasn’t going to waste precious time and energy on looks.

If she could get away with sweatpants and a crop top, her hair thrown up into a messy bun, then she damn well would. It didn’t matter where she was going: if they could handle Commander Shepard in her armor, then they could handle her in these civvies.

Maybe, if others were lucky, she would put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Maybe a sweater if she was feeling crazy.

The rare exception she made was for Garrus. For him, and for their planned date with two full days of shore leave, she dug through her meager clothes she had with her on the Normandy to pull out something exceptional.

Garrus, she decided, as she wrestled herself into something far beyond what she usually considered acceptable for off-duty, was the luckiest of all aboard the Normandy.

Together they’d decided their date night was going to treat the other right. In reality, they’d both suggested the same upscale restaurant when they’d been brainstorming ideas. Supposedly it had the best view on the Citadel, and if Shepard gave away all the cards in her hand: she wanted the chance to see Garrus clean up nice without the stress of a formal gathering.

Of course, after some bickering back and forth about who was treating who right, they’d settled on splitting the check fifty-fifty. And most likely getting one of the food vendors on the lower levels, the real best food on the Citadel, as the night wore on.

Ryn made a face at herself in the mirror as she finished her eyeliner. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had the chance to willingly put on a full face of makeup and her eyeliner showed it. If she wiped off her attempt one more time no amount of concealer would hide the red blotchiness that would stain her pale skin.

Good enough, she decided, doing one final inspection in the mirror.

A full face of makeup was probably a strong word. She was too rusty to do anything too exuberant and she hated hiding her freckles too much to cake on enough foundation to hide the realities of being an N7 and fighting a war on her skin.

She’d managed a smokey black and gold look to make the grey of her eyes pop and piercing and put on a dark red lip without too many makeup wipe casualties to fix mistakes, that was a win in her book.

There were, of course, a few bruises from their last mission to hide on her face from where she’d so elegantly cracked her helmet into a rock in a graceless throw from a biotic. They weren’t perfectly covered, but she hoped they would be good enough in the harsh lighting of the Citadel to avoid any questions.

The real struggle was figuring out what to do with her hair. Her go to hairstyles were down and messy, a messy bun, or a messy ponytail. The most refined thing she’d done with her hair over the last year since Saren was put it in a bun that fit Alliance marine regulations.

She’d spent far too long after her shower laying on her bed in a towel scrolling the extranet for inspiration. She’d finally settled on something she figured was within her rusty skill set.

As she’s taken a curling wand and elastic bands to her hair, she’d missed the days when she was in her twenties and going out every few nights, where her makeup and hairstyling skills had become second nature.

Now, at thirty-two with more combat tours than nights out under her belt recently, she was thrilled with the simple curled half up-half down look she pulled off.

She didn’t look too shabby, and she gave herself a confidence boosting smile and thumbs up.

All she had to do tonight was be a civilian.

She pulled her black heels on and called Garrus up to her quarters. It was better than roaming around the ship looking for him and dealing with the rabblerousing of her crew. While she’d gone through the attempted effort of painting her nails, another luxury she hadn’t had in a long time, she didn’t want to show them off by flipping off her crew.

It didn’t take long for Garrus to knock on her door, and she let him in, stepping back to admire him.

Blatantly so, not trying to hide the way her eyes roamed.

He did in fact, clean up quite nice.

Quite nice indeed.

She hummed in approval, eyes drifting over the well fitted trousers and dark navy shirt that hugged his body. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the shirt unbuttoned at his collar.

Garrus gave her a charming smile as he walked up to her, eyes also roving across her body in turn.

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t dressed to get a reaction. Where was the fun in wearing the same old business-formal black and red dress she wore for formal functions? The whole point of tonight was to be civilians.

And this dress certainly was not in regs.

While the dress was floor length, both sides were slit up to her hipbone, revealing a scandalous amount of her skin. The dress had sleeves yes, but the neckline dipped down to below her breasts.

And Ryn had spent far too long finagling the dress so that she wouldn’t accidentally reveal them to the public. The potential headlines had tormented her for the entire time she’d been getting ready. Not that Garrus needed to know that.

Garrus leaned down to kiss her, innocent enough, but his hands ran up her hips, catching at the slit fabric and pulling it up. He made a noise somewhere between excitement and surprise and pulled back enough to look at her again.

“Is this a human’s way of seducing?” he asked in amusement.

“Perhaps,” Ryn shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest to accentuate the lack of fabric there. Turians, of course, would not have the same reaction as humans to her show, but that didn’t matter. Too much confidence was coursing through her veins to really care. She was reveling too much in her own self-image to particularly care about his reaction. “Is it working?”

“Oh, there are multiple things about you right now that are working.” There was still a slight rumbling chuckle in Garrus’ words, and she shot him a look, “You want something.”

She contemplated and then gave him a wicked smile, “I want you to kiss me.”

Garrus’ hands curled more tightly around her hips. A small thrill went through her as he ducked his head, pausing just before their mouths met, “Do you?” his breath whispered across her skin and goosebumps prickled on her arms.

Breath catching, she licked her lower lip, “I really do.”

She reaped the energy that she sowed as her back connected with the cold glass of the wall length fish tank and Garrus’ mouth met hers in a fiery kiss. His hands pressed her back against the tank and a gleeful laugh broke from her between breaths at the thrill that went through her.

She draped her arms across his shoulders, her hands resting against the back of his neck and pulled him closer.

They could miss dinner; she really didn’t mind if they missed dinner.

A date night in was as much of a date night.

Garrus gave her one last long kiss and went to move back. Ryn caught him, her arms tightening around his shoulders, and yanked him right back for another kiss.

He laughed, the sound bright and merry in her ears before he wrestled himself away. When her grabby hands went for him again, he grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head.

From the sly grin he gave her, it was entirely intentional. Ryn squirmed against his grip.

“You are causing trouble.” His attempted sternness failed to meet its mark.

Ryn looked him up and down once, “Yeah.” she agreed. Then offered him a sweet smile, “You should join me in causing it.”

Garrus’ head dipped with a sigh that was more a breathy laugh and released her. He took a step towards the door and motioned for her to follow, giving a low chuckle as she stuck her lower lip out in a pout,

“We already have a reservation. At least let me treat you to food and drinks before I…treat you to other things.”

He made a face as he stumbled, as if he cringed at the words that slipped from his mouth. Ryn gave a bright, full bodied laugh and hooked her arm into his.

“We will treat each other.” she corrected, kissing his cheek. Without her heels she was nearly as tall as Garrus. Wearing them, she was just a smidge above eye-to-eye with him.

She led him out the door, tossing a coy glance over her shoulder, “Besides, I want to flaunt a little bit. Put aside being Commander Shepard for a while.”

Garrus tugged her to a stop just before she slipped through the doorway, pulling her back to face him. With a gentle touch he brushed away strands of red hair that had fallen across her forehead and reached up to tighten the ponytail that kept half her hair up.

“Stop squirming,” he chastised, “and let me fix your hair.”

“I’m excited.” Ryn complained, beaming up at him, “I can’t help it.”

Garrus shook his head at her with a laugh and slipped his hand into hers, finally leading her out the door and to the Normandy’s elevator. As the elevator shuttled them to the command deck, Garrus’ eyes didn’t leave her.

“You look stunning, Ryn.” he said, and she couldn’t help the blood that rushed to her cheeks.

The view from the topmost level of the restaurant might well be the best view on the Citadel, Ryn decided during dinner.

Their table was a simple, dark wood two-person table. Above them patio lights glimmered with warm light. It was beautiful, but the real awe began when she looked up.

From between the arms of the Citadel, space swirled above them. Stars blinked in massive swaths, dark black of far space and near space blending together like paint on an artist’s palette. It was mesmerizing and the same call to be among the stars that had drawn her to the Alliance tugged in her chest.

As beautiful as the view was, it couldn’t hold her attention for long. Garrus kept too much of it in the way the light caught in the planes of his face and the way his hand stayed on her thigh. In the way their conversation was easier than breathing and her laughter fell from her like renewing spring rain.

They dined on fancy food and fine drinks until the call of the night swept them up and brought them to the lower levels of the Citadel. Where they walked arm in arm, orders from one of the food trucks in their hands until they found a bench to sit on.

Where Ryn took off her heels and let out a sigh of relief as her aching feet thanked her. Garrus swept up her legs and set them across his lap, laughing along with her when she almost slipped off the bench.

Until the wild urges of the night took over and they were swept to their feet by the strings of music slipping from the restaurants and clubs all around them and danced in the courtyard. Not the sort of elegant dancing or the feral dancing of a club, but simply moving together and moving to the music.

Until their laughter created their own music and Garrus’ hands were cupping her face and hers were looped around his shoulders. Until he leaned in to kiss her and she leaned into it. Until his hands slid into their hair he had so carefully fixed and tousled it with his touch.

Until their unabashed joy underneath the whorls of stars became the best view on the Citadel.

#captainderyn writes #mass effect #mass effect fanfiction #femshep x garrus #shakarian #garrus vakarian #femshep #commander shepard #oc: Ryn Shepard #otp: Keep Me Grounded #looks like this is a Ryn/Garrus blog now sorry guys #I've written more fanfic for them in the past 3 months than in the past two years of any other fic combined #i think this is the most fic I've written since delavairess and I parted ways #and it feels WONDERFUL

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idreamofplaid · 4 years ago

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Once Upon a December

Square Filled: Free Space for @spnkinkbingo & Honeymoon for @spnfluffbingo

Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam, Bobby, Jody

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Oral (female receiving)

Summary: Dean and the reader the reader give each other the most precious thing of all for Christmas.

Word Count: 2105

Created for @spnkinkbingo & @spnfluffbingo

A/N: This is the fic I wrote for the 1st Day of my Happy Half Christmas Celebration. Info here.

Dean knew you better than anyone ever had. He’d made it a point to know. He studied you and seemed to delight in knowing every little thing about you. He paid attention to things that made you smile and made it his life’s mission to put a smile on your face every time he could. Your smile had never been bigger than on the night he proposed to you-until today.

This was the day you married him. Dean had made your deepest and dearest dream come true. He had never put more effort into making you happy than he had today. He knew how the holidays made you light up inside, so the two of you had decided December was the perfect time for your wedding.

Everyone who mattered the most to the two of you had been there. Sam and Bobby had stood with Dean. The way Sam put it, they kept him in one piece for you because he had the worst case of nerves imaginable. “Not in a bad way,” Sam was quick to add. “I think he was afraid you might have some kind of realization and call it off.”

When you saw Dean, you couldn’t tell he was nervous. His hand was steady when he took yours. He held your hand through the entire ceremony, letting it go only long enough to get your ring from Sam and put it on your finger.

He looked so handsome; you thought you had to be in a dream. His eyes were filled with something you had rarely seen there. It was hope. You were determined to keep that hope there and give him the life he deserved.

The ceremony was beautiful, and the reception was a celebration filled with laughter. Your favorite moment of the party had been cutting the cake. Dean’s hand was warm and sure on top of yours even though he’d cut very few cakes in his life. He hadn’t had a birthday cake since his mother died until you made one for him. You broke off a tiny piece of the slice you’d cut together and put it into his mouth. Dean chewed and swallowed it then kissed you. You could still taste the frosting on his lips.

As wonderful as it was to share your joy with the people you loved, you couldn’t wait to be alone with him. The last thing you did before leaving was toss your bouquet. Jody hadn’t been eager to catch it the way some of the other women were, but when it landed in her hands; her smile was warm and genuine. Dean opened Baby’s passenger door for you, and you settled yourself into the car.

Once he was inside, you watched him put the key into the ignition while he propped his other hand on the wheel. Dean’s hands were big, solid, and strong. You remembered the way it had felt while he held yours as you became his wife, and you imagined the way his touch would feel later tonight. He reached for your hand now. “I’m one lucky man.” He leaned across the seat and kissed you. A cheer went up outside the car. When he reluctantly pulled his lips from yours, Dean smiled. “Are you ready, Mrs. Winchester?”

You nodded. “Absolutely.” For the next couple of hours, you drove through the mountains with Dean to the secluded chalet he’d booked for your honeymoon. Mother Nature had given you the gift of a light snowfall. When you pulled up to your destination, it looked like something out of a fairytale.

It was a perfect blend of cozy luxury. Evergreens covered the property, and a silvery full moon was shining down over them. There was a deck on one side of the building that looked out over a lake surrounded by woods. The peace of the landscape matched the peace you were feeling inside your heart.

You felt Dean’s hand on the small of your back, and he guided you to the door. After he unlocked it, he scooped you up in his arms. He held you at the threshold for a moment before walking across it. His eyes traveled over your face then held yours. They were the color of clear jade, and the love you saw in them made you go soft inside. “I’m going to make you happy, Y/N. I promise.”

You reached up and brushed your fingers across his cheek where a hint of a beard was beginning to shadow through. “You already have, Dean.” He swept his lips across yours in the tenderest of kisses. You let your fingers play in the short hair above the nape of his neck for a few seconds before you told him, “I love you.”

Dean carried you inside your honeymoon retreat and put you down on the thick rug in the entryway. This place was far bigger than any cabin you had been in while you were hunting. There was a stone fireplace in the living room that acted as a focal point for the space. You immediately walked toward it. It was stunning. Dean knew how much you loved fireplaces. You had once shared with him your dream of having a home with multiple fireplaces.

As you ran your fingers along the thick wooden mantelpiece, Dean walked up behind you and circled his arms around your waist. He kissed your cheek and pushed your hair back from your face, combing his fingers through it. “There’s something else I want to show you.”

Dean led you to the bedroom. You drew in your breath when you saw a trail of rose petals leading to the bed and another fireplace. He lowered his head down by your ear. “I’m going to make love to you in front of a fire.” Your husband definitely knew your fantasies, and you knew his.

You’d bought something special to wear tonight. The butterflies started up in your stomach at the thought of what was about to happen, just how momentous it was that you were joining your life with Dean’s. “Will you give me a few minutes? I’m going to go change.”

He cupped your cheek in his palm. “Of course, sweetheart. I can’t wait.” He kissed you again, and his hand lingered on your face. “I’ll go get the suitcases out of the car.”

Several minutes later when you emerged from the dressing room, Dean had a fire going in the bedroom fireplace. He stood gazing into the flames, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He turned when he heard you; his lips parted. “You are...gorgeous.” He put his unfinished glass of whiskey on the mantle and came to you.

Dean rested his hands on your hips and let his eyes travel over your form. they stopped on your breasts enclosed in the white lace cups of the baby doll you were wearing. “Do you like it?”

Dean lifted his eyes to yours. “Oh yeah.” You took the top button of his shirt into your fingers and slowly started to unbutton it. “Why don’t you show me how much?” Dean lifted you, you wrapped your legs around him, and he carried you to the bed. The down comforter cushioned you as Dean guided you down into the pillows.

You put your hands into his open shirt to touch his skin. Dean was toned but not hard, and at this moment you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in the warmth of his embrace without the clothes. Like he could read your mind, Dean took off the shirt and tossed it toward the end of the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and felt the firm muscles in his back under your fingers.

His eyes were darker now, the color of the spruce trees outside in the moonlight. He covered your mouth with his; his tongue moved along the seam of your lips, and you opened to him. His kiss was tenderness, passion, and love. Dean’s tongue circled around yours while his body pressed down on top of you, covering you and keeping you safe beneath him. You could feel the bulge in his pants growing larger and getting hard. The kiss deepened, and Dean started to roll his hips against you.

Then he broke the kiss and began to move his mouth down the column of your neck. He stopped when he got to that sensitive place where your neck meets your shoulder. He kissed you there open mouthed while he started to caress your breast through the lace of your negligee, moving his thumb slowly back and forth over it. You arched into his touch. “Dean.”

He raised his head and looked into your eyes. “I’ve never wanted you this much, Y/N.”

You sank your fingers into his hair. “Then take me, Dean. I’m yours. Completely yours.” He dropped his mouth to yours. His kiss held all the intensity of everything that was passing unspoken between you.

Dean continued to kiss you while his hand skimmed down your side until he got to the bottom of your babydoll. He eased his hand under the silk. You parted your legs for him, and he pushed your panties aside. He brushed two of his thick fingers up through your folds, and you gasped when they got to your clit. He expertly circled his fingers around it, knowing exactly how you liked to be touched, until you were moaning into his mouth. “Dean, I need you.”

He took his mouth from yours and kissed down the center of your body all the way down between your legs where you were so wet for him, and he placed a kiss on your panty covered mound, then he took them off. He held them for a second, the tiny piece of fabric almost lost in his huge hand. “These are pretty, but you’re so much prettier.” He parted your legs, holding them open with his arms wrapped beneath and around your thighs, holding them. The first swipe of his tongue against your sensitive nub caused you to cry out. You twined your fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to your body. Dean sucked and licked until you came on his lips, and he swallowed what you gave him.

You were breathing in ragged pants, and you knew Dean was watching you. When you opened your eyes, he smiled at you. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He took your hand and pulled you up far enough to lift your lingerie off over your head. Then he removed the rest of his clothes, so when he lay down next to you, you could feel his skin against the length of your body.

You turned toward him, and Dean took you in his arms. The fire was crackling, and it cast a warm glow over the room. Dean kissed you, and you breathed into him. He was still hard, and you were more than ready for him. You pushed your pelvis into him, asking for more. “Put your leg over mine, baby.” You lifted your leg over his, and he positioned himself at your opening.

Dean kissed your as he eased into your body giving you the first few inches of his length. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in slowly, going deeper this time. “Move faster, Dean. Please.” He sped up his rhythm to give you what you wanted. With each thrust he went deeper inside you. When he was fully seated inside you, you spread your palm over his cheek. “Look at me, Dean. I want to see you come. I’m so close; I’ll come with you.”

He thrust into you deeply and through almost clenched teeth said, “I’ve wanted you my whole life, Y/N. I never knew how much.” With another grunt, he came filling you with his hot seed, and you fell over the edge with him.

Dean stayed inside you while he caught his breath. He kissed your cheeks, your eyelids, and then your lips. “You’re precious to me. I hope you know that.”

You kissed his chest gently. “I do know, Dean.” He had gone soft inside you, but it still felt so good to have him there. You nuzzled against his shoulder. “You’re everything to me too.”

Your bodies stayed entwined like that for several minutes. When he finally pulled himself from you, he held you closer. You put your head on Dean’s shoulder, and he played with your hair, running his fingers through it. That’s the way you fell asleep, with your husband’s fingers in your hair.

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waiting4inspiration · 5 years ago

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Games (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Bucky decides to play his own version of strip poker which leads to you wanting to play your own game after losing a number of rounds.

Warnings: SMUT, teasing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex

14) “You know I’m going to win, right?”

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Glancing up from the cards in your hands, your eyes drink up every detail of the face belonging to the man across from you. He’s staring hardly down at his own cards with that practically permanent scowl on his face. You’re waiting for that sign. That bluff you know from playing this game the whole night.

His eyes flicker up to you as he leans back in his seat. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he pulls a card out of his pack. Your eyes flicker between him and the card as he slowly lowers it down. “Uno,” Bucky smirks, placing the card on deck between you two.

Clicking your tongue, you glance back down at your own hand and contemplate your option. “You know, I would be kicking your ass if this was poker,” you mutter, picking up a card and quickly adding it to the pile, praying that he isn’t holding a blue card or a number 6 card. But when he smiles evilly at you, you know you’ve made a mistake.

“I know. Which is why I chose this game instead,” he chuckles, placing his remaining card on the pile. Smiling slyly up at you, you throw your cards down on the table and cross your arms over your chest. “Come now, (Y/n). You know the rules.”

You shake your head at him as you slide down your seat. “You’ve already got my shoes and my socks in this twisted game of your, Barnes,” you say, working on unbuttoning your jeans. “Now I can’t believe you’re getting my pants too,” you murmur, peeling them off your legs and throwing them across the room.

He smirks at you, taking the cards back in his hands to shuffle the deck. “Well, you suggested we play this game,” he mentions as you lean back in your seat with your arms folded across your chest.

“I said we should play strip poker. Not strip UNO,” you interject, holding a finger up to him and making him giggle. “My intention was to get you naked tonight, not the other way around,” you whisper, watching him deal out another hand of cards.

“Well, it was my intention to get you naked tonight,” he says, winking at you as he places the deck on the table before picking up his hand. “And so far, I’m winning, doll.”

Your jaw clenches as you harshly grab the cards in front of you. “If I win this round, we switch to poker,” you sternly say, scanning the cards in your hands.

Bucky chuckles at you, sorting the cards in his hands in a specific order. “Sure. But you have to win first,” he taunts, making the first move and placing his card on the table.

“No! No! No!” you shout, throwing the cards you hold on the table when he makes his last move and leans back in his chair, his face beaming in pride. “How the hell is that even possible?” you scream, gripping the roots of your hair as he laughs at you. “You rigged it, didn’t you?” you sneer, pointing a finger at him as you lean over the table.

Bucky rolls his eyes at you. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I did,” he sarcastically says, folding his arms over his chest. “Come on, doll. Don’t be sour,” he chuckles when you fall back into the chair with a pout on your face.

You shake your head at him. “I want a rematch,” you order, Bucky shaking his head at you.

“If you want a rematch, you know I’m going to win, right? Again?” he smirks, leaning against the back on his seat.

Huffing in frustration, you bite your lip as you stare at him. “Fine. Then I want to play another game,” you demand.

He raises his eyebrows, intrigued at your suggestion. “What kind of game?” he questions, a smile spreading across your face as you push yourself away from the table and standing up from your seat.

“One where I make the rules,” you whisper, walking around the table. Bucky’s eyes wander down your body and land on your exposed thighs. You know you have his attention now, so to seal the deal, you run your fingers up your bare skin, over your hips and waist making his eyes follow your hand that lands on your chest.

Bucky gulps hard as his eyes travel up to meet yours. “What did you have in mind?” he chokes out, his hands tightly gripping the arm of the chair.

Smirking at him, you slowly walk towards him. “I get to do whatever I want to you,” you seductively say, taking small steps towards him. “Anything that comes to my mind and you are not allowed to touch me.” Bucky takes in a deep breath as you stand in front of him. “You can’t lay a single finger on me and you are not allowed to place your lips on me; except for when I kiss you,” you order, placing yourself over his cock pressing against his pants. “Now, do you want to play, soldier?”

He licks his lips as the plates in metal arm shift. He breathes in through his nose as you grind your hips against him. “Yes. God yes!” he moans, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to control himself when you smile at him. “And what do I get if I win?” he stutters out, struggling to open his eyes.

“That’s the thing, baby,” you chuckle, leaning down to place your lips to his ear. “You’re not going to win,” you growl, taking his earlobe in your teeth as you grind down on his hard erection. “I can already tell how you’re struggling to not touch me. I know how handsy you are, Bucky. Which is why I know you’re not going to win.”

He groans as you run your hands down his chest. “Fuck, doll,” he hisses as your hands slip under his shirt, your fingertips burn into his skin as you trace the muscle under it.

Your hands slip between you, landing on his cock pressing against the material of his pants. “Let’s see if we can’t help you out here, baby. You must be aching to feel my walls wrapped around your cock, right?” you whisper and he nods his head violently. “Too bad that’s gonna have to wait a little longer,” you taunt, zipping down his pants and making a harsh gasp leave his lips as you take him in your hand.

Out the corner of your eyes, you see his hand twitch before the clenches it in a fist. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he breathes out and watches as you slide down his body.

“Aren’t you?” you ask back, raising your eyebrow as your hands land on his hips. Pulling them down, Bucky slightly raises his hips as his cock is released from his briefs. Wrapping a hand around his base, you kiss his tip before licking up the pre-cum dripping from it.

He throws his head back as you wrap your mouth around him, his hands fighting to grip your hair as you begin to bob your head. “God, princess,” he moans, running his hand through his own hair to stop him for losing this game. “Just like that,” he growls as your tongue swirls around his throbbing cock.

Hollowing your cheeks, you massage his balls in your hand as your teeth scrap against his length. You know he loves it when you do that (for some reason) and a moan vibrates through your body as his hips jerk up. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, making your hands tightly grip his thighs. “Go faster,” he orders, only to have you pull away from him.

“You don’t get to make the rules here,” you taunt, wiping the drool off the corner of your mouth before wrapping your hand around his base. His head snaps down to you as you begin to pump his length. You want him to break. You want him to touch you but you can see the determination in his eyes. So, you decide to pull out the thing you know will make him weak.

Peeling your shirt over your head, Bucky breathes in deeply at the sight of your breasts. Smirking at him, you bring your hands up and run them down the side of your body, letting out a moan and throwing your head back. “Bucky,” you whimper, breaking all control inside of him.

With a growl, he roughly pulls you off the ground and pushes your back against the table “Alright, fine. You win,” he whispers in your ear, slipping his hand up your thigh and make your flesh erupt in goosebumps at the feeling of the cold metal against your hot skin. “And let me give your body what it wants.”

You smile up at him with pride on your face and with a small nod, he rips the panties off your body and slips his fingers through your already wet folds. “Also so ready for me, doll,” he whispers, a moan falling from your lips as he pinches your clit. “Fast or slow, baby girl? You choose.”

“Fast. Fuck me fast and hard, Bucky,” you order, weaving your fingers through his hair as he lines himself up with your entrance. Smiling proudly at you, he bites down on your shoulder as he thrusts himself inside of you. Moaning as your wall stretch, you dig your nails into his back and throw your legs around his hips.

His hands grip your hip tightly as his hips piston into you, his tongue soothing the bite mark on your shoulders. The table shifts beneath you as your hips jolt up to meet his, your nose nuzzling into the side of his face as you moan into his hear. He hits your sweet spot inside of your, making your back arch and your head to throw itself back against the table.

“Next time, I get to be in charge of this game,” Bucky growls, his pace picking up speed as he moans your name in your ear. “I get to drive you crazy but you're not allowed to touch. Then I’m going to make you beg for me to let you cum.”

You groan at his words and drag your nails down his back. “Fuck Bucky,” you whimper, the knot in your stomach beginning to form when his fingers find their way to your throbbing clit.

Clenching your thighs around him, your walls squeeze around his cock as he continues to pound into you. “God, doll. You’re so fucking amazing,” he growls, rubbing your clit in tight circles to bring your orgasm closer. “Cum for me. Cum over my cock, sweetheart.”

Your body obeys his words and every nerve in your body burn alive as you tremble against him, screaming out his name as your wall seize around him. With a grunt and one hard thrust, he cums inside of you, coating your walls with his seed.

His head drops in the crook of your neck as you chest heaves against him. Lifting his head to you, he smashes his lips onto yours in a hot kiss, moving his hips against yours as if to secure his seed inside of you. Moaning at the sensitiveness between your thighs, your weave your finger through his hair as you kiss back roughly.

“You see, strip UNO isn’t so bad,” he teases, pulling away from you and chuckling at the death glare you send to him. You giggle with him, shaking your head before you bring his face back down to your lips.

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themangoyogurt · 4 years ago

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Between 29th & Astoria: The Tease

Chapter 4

Kylo Ren lazily chewed on a bite of chocolate cake as he mulled over his new assistant. The term “new” was being used quite loosely seeing that you’d been employed at First Order for at least two months. How could he have missed something...someone...so delectable right within arm’s reach? Maybe his father had been correct. He should get his head out of his ass once in a while.

A chirping noise from Kylo’s phone interrupted his thoughts. He answered without much thought, and immediately regretted doing so. His night would now be ruined, and chances are he’d have to down half a bottle of gin to get over it.

Sighing, Kylo muttered, “Hello, mother.”

Meanwhile, you were skipping arm-in-arm with Rose on the other side of town. “Oh my gosh. Finn, you are amazing”, Rose gushed as everyone spilled out onto the street. Poe clapped his friend on the back and reaffirmed Roses’s words of adoration. Finn had just wrapped up the his last show, and you were glad to have caught it. After the final applause, he invited everyone backstage for champagne with the cast, and now your group of friends were stumbling down 9th Avenue with their steps just a little lighter and voices a bit louder.

Poe whipped around to face his three friends as he got a mischievous glint in his eye. Wiggling his eyebrows he ventured, “How do we feel about topping the night off with drinks at a swanky members only club?”

You laughed, “I feel like I can barely make my student loan payments as is, and I have work tomorrow morning.”

Poe tossed an arm around you and pleaded, “What if I told you the drinks were free thanks to my company card, and I’ll pay for our cab home. Please?”

You stared into his mocha colored eyes and groaned. It should be illegal to be this damn charming. The combined forces of Rose and Finn cheering “do it” over and over again finally crumbled any available willpower. Next thing you knew, the four of you had crammed yourselves into the back of a cab and then hopped off in front of a nondescript building.

The lounge was unlike anything you had ever seen before. Despite a sleek and minimalist interior, everything screamed “money”. Suddenly black sneakers seemed a terrible choice of shoe as model after model sauntered past in towering Manolos. Sensing your discomfort, Poe placed a hand at your back and whispered, “You look beautiful. Own it!”

Mustering up as much confidence as possible, you made your way into a booth covered in darkened burgundy leather with everyone, and allowed yourself to get lost in the night. After all, you deserved this didn’t you? That was the beauty of New York City. You could be anyone you wanted. Tonight, you were a dashing young woman laughing the night away with her closest friends.

Three rounds of...what did Poe call them again? Side Cars? Or was it an Old Fashioned that Rose had poured down your throat? Shit. You were on edge of tipsy about to fall over into drunk. You palmed Finn’s jacket in search of cigarettes before excusing yourself to the outdoor patio. Waving off your friends, you assured them that you’d be alright and back as soon as you got some fresh air into your lungs.

Stumbling through the room, you cursed as your watch showed three-thirty in the morning. It was way past the point of return though, so you might as well ride out this wave commonly known as “poor decision making skills”.

With a cigarette loosely hanging from your lips, you moaned as soon as you realized you had forgotten a lighter. Testing out your legs, you decided that you were too drunk to meander into the lounge and then back out again. Just as all hope was lost, a lone man with his back turned to you caught your attention.

“Excuse me, sir. Could I borrow a light?”

The mysterious figure turned, and gave you the most searing look you’d ever have the misfortune of being on the receiving end of. You hadn’t recognized your boss’s figure in the dark, especially now that his blazer and tie were missing. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top and at some point the man had pushed his sleeves up to his elbows.

Kylo slowly leaned forward to take in your appearance. Your hair had become tousled, and your pretty white dress was hanging precariously off one shoulder. Avoiding eye contact, you frantically flattened a palm against your hair in an attempt to look less unkempt.

Ren reached out and your heart stuttered as the man moved closer and closer to your face. Suddenly he plucked the cigarette out from between your lips and flicked it onto the ground.

“I prefer my assistants to take care of their bodies.”

Settling your weight onto one hip, you placed a firm fist on your waist. Gesturing wildly with the other hand you moaned, “Ugh, why are you so boring. You’d think that a hot mysterious guy decked out in black would be more interesting.”

He tilted his head and rumbled, “And where is this feisty attitude during office hours?”

“Maybe I’d be more fun if you weren’t such a suffocating asshole. All memos must have quarter inch margins! My coffee absolutely must be a black Americano at exactly 175 degrees or else it belongs in the trash!” Kylo choked back a laugh as you lowered your voice an octave to mimic him. Perhaps any other day you’d nod along and apologize in hopes of moving past your transgressions. But you were drunk. And today was not that day.

Kylo reached over and twirled a lone strand of hair around his index finger. Giving it a gentle tug, he smirked as your lips opened in surprise. He lifted up the strand and gave the tip a gentle kiss before allowing the hairs to drift back towards your neck. The man quietly murmured, “I can show you a few ways I can be ‘interesting’. In fact, one might even consider me creative.”

A chuckle died on his lips and his body stiffened when he realized that you had begun sliding your hands up and down his torso. Slowly, your hands made their way down his front as you felt the wide planes of his chest. Gentle divots along his stomach hinted at abs, and your fingers delicately traced the grooves. Kylo’s breath hitched as your hands moved outwards to brush along his hips, and then back in as they inched closer and closer to his crotch. Kylo was frozen, unsure of what was happening.

“Where is your goddamn lighter? I know you have a lighter! Get off your fuckin’ high horse. You totally look like a smoker!”

Kylo gingerly gripped your wrists with his wide hands and pulled you away from his body. Bent by your ear, he whispered, “And what would I get in return if I let you borrow my lighter?”

You looked up at the behemoth of a man with wide and bright eyes. Your lips pulled away for a dazzling smile as you earnestly replied, “I’ll be your friend!” Kylo’s fists clenched around your delicate skin in surprise. This certainly wasn’t going in the direction he was anticipating. It seemed like nothing ever went as expected when it came to his interactions with you.

He eased his grip, allowing your hands to fall back at your sides as he asked, “And why would I want to be friends with you?”

Completely drunk and unaware of how serious the air had become, you simply replied, “Because you’re lonely.”

Kylo felt anger surge inside his chest at your words. He stalked forward and you stepped backwards in surprise. He continued to move onward until your back was against the wall and your chests were touching. Leaning down until his forehead was resting against your temple, he seethed, “Don’t act like you fucking know me. You’re just a lowly assistant who gave up on her dreams an...”

You suddenly felt a tug as your body slid out from underneath Ren. Rose was holding onto your shaking torso while Finn stood ahead of the both of you.

“What’s your problem, dude? Fucking pervert, preying on drunk girls!” Finn shouted at Ren. He glared towards your boss for a moment longer before pushing Rose and yourself back into the club. Just before you were out of eyesight, you turned to catch one last glimpse at Kylo.

Perhaps it was the darkness, or the alcohol playing tricks on you. But you could’ve sworn that the man gave you a wink just before pulling out a lighter and cigarette from his back pocket.

Much to the dismay of a very disgruntled cab driver, you piled into a yellow taxi with your three friends in tow. Crammed into the back, you were nestled halfway on Rose’s lap and wedged against Finn’s thigh. The man was still seething as he rambled on, “I hate guys like that. He’s probably some finance douche who thinks his money can get him out of anything. Just seeing that asshole pressed up against you like that makes me want to throw a punch.”

“Finn,” you gently interjected. “He’s my boss.”

The man whipped around as much as one could in a crammed space. His features painted in disbelief he exclaimed, “What the fuck?! That’s even more inappropriate! You should report him to a supervisor or something!”

Feeling touched at your friend’s anger, you gently patted the side of his thigh. You shrugged, “Finn. He is my supervisor. He’s the freaking CEO of First Order!”

As the title of “CEO” dripped from your lips, Poe suddenly stiffened. He leaned forward and cautiously asked, “Wait, you work directly with Kylo Ren?”

“Yeah. I thought you guys knew this. I mean, I’m always complaining about him when I get home. And I’m pretty sure I bitch about him at least five times a day in the group chat.”

Poe drummed his fingers against his thighs and murmured, “Yeah, but you never said his name. I thought you were just working for some paper pusher at the Order. Not...Kylo Ren.”

You rolled your shoulders and shifted slightly. “What’s the difference? It’s all the same anyways.”

Poe really craned his neck now to maintain eye contact. His typical lighthearted demeanor had melted at the mention of Mr. Ren and he was the most serious you had ever witnessed. Reaching over to tightly grip your hand, Poe exclaimed, “Dude, you need to quit. Ren is messed up. Like, dangerous messed up.”

Okay, now your friends were getting annoying. This was your job. Pulling your hand out of his grasp, you dryly replied, “Yeah, thanks for the heads up. I think I’ve got this. He’s a dick but that’s no reason to quit. Have we forgotten that I have a ridiculous amount of debt from a ridiculously useless degree?”

Rose nervously smoothed her palm against your shoulder and threw the boys a sharp look - mentally willing them to shut up. Unfortunately, neither could read minds and Poe continued, “Look, our company deals with First Order a lot, and Kylo is a monster. I could get you a job at Resistance Tech as soon as next week if you want. I can’t tell you what Kylo does, that’s confidential to the industry. But...look. I just don’t like the way he runs his business, okay? And I heard rumors of some messed up family shit, too.”

You were officially done with this conversation. You gave Poe a half-hearted reply that you’d think about it, and he seemed pleased enough. The rest of the ride went by in silence and you were soon pulling up to the apartment building. Poe handed the driver a wad of cash, and then everyone began to say their goodnights. Just before you parted, he gripped your shoulders one last time and pleaded, “Just trust me.”

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren #B29&A

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mileycyprus-hill · 5 years ago

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These Thoughts Inside

Inspired by a post from @wholesomecowboy regarding Arthur being depressed and sleeping for 18 hours. So, it’s a story about Arthur going through a depressive spell and he shuts himself in his tent. At first, you assume he’s exhausted from a long day’s work and lack of sleep. So, you check on him periodically.

Warnings: depression triggers; vague mentions of suicide.

Arthur Morgan x reader (somewhat gender neutral, there’s just a few mentions of skirt-wearing and feminine physique but overall neutral I’d say.)

It’s high noon at Clemen’s Point, and you sit yourself at a table across John. The summer heat and humidity has caused a delay in chores, as it’s much too hot to continue working. So, the two of you decide to move the table underneath a shady tree and play a simple game of cards to pass the time. The two of you make idle chit-chat while Abigail deals with Jack and Arthur sleeps in his tent.

“He’s been in there a while, hasn’t he?” You ask John, tipping your head down to point to Arthur’s tent.

John turns in his seat to look, leaning an elbow on the back of his chair, “Don’t think I’ve seen him walk out of there since we came back,” he replies. The two of them had returned to camp alongside Javier yesterday afternoon. Arthur didn’t seem too pleased with their recent score, muttering something about stolen horses and selling them for close to nothing.

Still idly shuffling the cards, you continue to stare in Arthur’s direction.

The flaps of his tent are rolled down, isolating him from the rest of camp. A gust of wind gently flutters the hanging canvas, giving you only a small glance into his tent. You see for a moment that he’s laid on his cot, curled up on his side and facing the wagon wall.

“I think them cards are shuffled enough.” John teases. You let out a shy chuckle in response and lay the deck of cards on the center of the table.

Throughout your game, you couldn’t help but occasionally peek over John’s shoulder to Arthur’s tent, waiting to see him step out. Everyone else seems to be oblivious to the fact that Arthur’s been in there all day. Or perhaps, they are aware and don’t think anything of it.

You and John continue to play for a couple of hours, switching to different games periodically as the sun drops to mid-afternoon. The heat has become unbearable, and the shade of the tree seems to offer no comfort as the temperatures have now reached their peak. Everyone is either walking sluggishly across camp or sitting themselves down at the lake to cool their feet in the water.

You decide to take a break from the games and grab a drink of water. Walking to the lake, you realize Arthur hasn’t woken since his return, so he must not have had anything to eat or drink in this heat. So you take it upon yourself to fill your canteen with fresh water.

Quickly glancing over at Dutch, who sits distracted inside his own shelter with a book in hand, you walk over to Arthur’s tent. The soft grass muffles your light steps.

Reaching the front of his tent, you call softly, “Arthur?”

No answer.

You draw back the hanging canvas ever so slightly, letting in the most minuscule of light.

Arthur doesn’t flinch from his cot, still laying curled up on his side. His gun belt and satchel lay haphazardly on the ground nearby. He sleeps soundly, still fully clothed and his suspenders drawn down to his hips. Meanwhile, you stand there with one foot in and the other still out, debating with yourself whether you should wake him up or leave.

Hardly a sound comes from Arthur besides his low breathing. You’ve never seen him this serene. He’s always busied himself with work, running back and forth through camp or riding off on an errand. Always the busy-body Arthur is, never taking time to rest.

Come to find out during your friendship, Arthur does this on purpose to keep his dark thoughts away. He confessed to you one day that he often gets plagued with depressing thoughts when he’s alone. So he keeps himself busy to keep the demons at bay. Writing in his journal gives him an outlet to relieve himself, but he still struggles with it. He knows he’s more than welcome to come to you when he has these bouts of sadness, but he doesn’t often take you up on it. And that pains you. No one should have to suffer through this alone.

At that, you step inside and kneel at his bedside. The humid air is stifling in the small confines of his tent. You raise your hand and rest it on his shoulder, giving it a gentle rub to coax him from his slumber.

“Arthur? Honey?” You coo, feeling the tension return to his muscles as he wakes.

He adjusts his head on his pillow, but doesn’t turn to you. Laying himself still, he continues facing the wall of his wagon and lets out a deep, troubled sigh.

You ask him softly, “You ok?”

He doesn’t respond, only shrugging his shoulders in uncertainty. Your lips tighten and you continue rubbing his upper arm in hopes of comforting him.

You talk to him, “You’ve been asleep for a good while. You want something to eat?”

A moment passes and Arthur takes in another deep sigh, as if he’s struggling to articulate what he wants. He adjusts and curls his legs further up and tucks in his elbows.

“No,” he mumbles lowly, the pain is thick in his voice.

Calmly biting your lower lip, you reply with a sympathetic, “Okay.” You place your canteen on his nightstand and rest both hands on his body, leaving one on his bare forearm and the other on his back. While rubbing small circles on his back, you can feel the sweat permeating through his shirt.

You ask again, much more softly, “You wanna talk about it?”

He responds quietly, “No.”

“Okay.”

Rather than try to persuade him to get up, you suggest he take off the warm layers of his clothes so he can sleep better. You help him start by removing his boots while he still lays unmoving. Next, you gently roll him over to help unbutton his shirt. Arthur takes over and shrugs off his shirt to toss to the ground, his eyes finally meeting yours. Once the eye contact is made, he quickly averts his gaze down. But in that moment, you could see his tired, half-lidded eyes. His crestfallen expression pricks at your heart like sharp needles.

Left in just his union suit and pants, Arthur lays back down and returns to his former position. You stay with him, returning to softly rub his back, moving up his neck to the back of his head and running the tips of your fingers through his thick hair.

“Need me to get you anything?” You ask him.

“No...just wanna be alone for a while.” He answers tiredly.

You hum and give him a gentle pat on his shoulder before rising up off your knees. Arthur stays silent and quickly goes back to sleep once you reach the entrance of his tent. Before stepping out, you look back to him and watch his eyelids close, his forehead still wrinkled with stress.

..............................

Arthur continued to sleep the rest of the afternoon and well through the night. Any errands he was being called for the next day, you asked to take over for him. You’d state that he’s sick and needed to rest. The only person who understood your fib was Miss Grimshaw. She didn’t need to believe that Arthur’s under the weather. She’s well aware of what he’s done for the camp, how hard he works, and how terribly he suffers internally.

“He needs a break,” she’d say, promising you that she’d deal with Dutch for you.

The day had gone by so fast as you were constantly kept busy with Arthur’s work. You spent the morning doing his chores and the rest of the day robbing a stagecoach with Josiah. It was indeed a productive day, as you learned about the new contact Arthur made with the teller at the post office. Josiah made sure to put in a good word for you to the man.

Dinner was already done by the time you returned, and lucky for you there was enough food left to fill one final bowl. You scarfed it down while panning the campground for any sign of Arthur, hoping he had improved.

Catching Grimshaw crossing your path, you greet her and ask, “Has Arthur been up at all?”

She furrows her brow in thought as she replays the events of the day, “I think I only seen him come out once...a little while ago. He grabbed himself a bowl and sulked back to his tent...Poor man,” she tuts. “He needs to snap out of it.”

You thank her and walk towards Arthur’s tent after donating to the fund box. You saved a gold pocket watch especially for him: engraved with a scene of a hunting dog—a spaniel—leaping through tall grass in the pursuit of fowl.

“Arthur. It’s me.” You warn before stepping inside.

He doesn’t greet you as you step in, and you notice his bowl of stew is left to sit on his nightstand. Most likely cold, it appears Arthur only took a few bites before abandoning it.

Arthur had returned to lie on his cot, now awake and staring blankly up at the ceiling with one arm draped across his forehead, covering one eye.

You ask him, “Feelin’ any better?”

He shrugs in response before sitting himself up. Those aquamarine eyes have now turned gray from the internal storm.

He answers you, “Not really.”

Before Arthur can protest, you march over to his cot and sit down where his head once laid, moving his pillow out of the way. You intensely stare into those tired eyes of his, non-verbally commanding him to explain himself to you.

Beckoning him with open arms, you order him, “C’mere,” and gently grasp at a shoulder to make him rest his head on your lap. “I’ll stay here all night until you tell me what’s wrong, Arthur. Obviously, you’re not well.”

Too exhausted to disobey, Arthur accepts the refreshing cool touch of your fingers through his hair. His light brunette locks are coarse with dirt and grime, and you untangle his shaggy curls at the nape of his neck. Arthur had enjoyed the feeling of your skin caressing his. He closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of your skirt below his cheek. The silky cotton still holds a faint smell of soap, mixed with the earthy clay of Lemoyne, and the musk of your horse. Distracted by your caress, Arthur mindlessly rubs his thumb across your knee, feeling the fabric of your skirt rub against it. He wishes he had asked you to stay with him earlier, to hold him in your comforting embrace while he sleeps. Perhaps the feeling of being in your arms would silence the nightmares that plague him in his sleep.

Another minute passes until Arthur finally speaks with a raspy voice.

“Just don’t feel right,” he says with a solemn furrow of his brow, “My head hasn’t been right these past few days, and I’m tired.”

He breathes a deep sigh, “It just...don’t seem like it’s worth it no more. All this runnin’ around. And I feel like I’m losin’ my mind...I get so angry. Even over little things that don’t matter. I lose control. I shot a couple o’ raiders outside town, just ‘cause they said somethin’ about my horse. I coulda kept on goin’. But seein’ ‘em just ate me up inside. So I shot ‘em both and kept on ridin’.”

Brushing your fingers through his hair, you silently encourage him to continue as you’re unsure of what to say.

Arthur hesitates, fluttering his eyes closed for a moment to take in the soothing touch of your fingertips, “Sometimes I wonder if I’d be better off...” he pauses to steal a glance at you to see if you’re still listening, “somewhere else.”

Your hands stop and you rest them atop his head, looking down into his eyes, “What’d’you mean?”

Arthur realizes he’s said too much and shakes his head, “Nothin’. Don’t worry about it. Forget I said anythin.” He says while waving a hand.

“Arthur,” you say with a firm, yet loving tone—like that of a caring mother. “Tell me. What do you mean you’d be ‘better off somewhere else’?” You ask.

Should he tell you? He wonders. What would you think of him? He doesn’t want to burden you with these thoughts. They’re far too morbid to share with you. Arthur just wants to shake these thoughts away and only focus on your light; your untainted good nature. How is it such a pure woman managed to fall with this group of murderous bandits?

Your cool voice interrupts his thoughts, “Arthur?”

He looks up to your face, the crease of your forehead wrinkled in worry. Your eyes calmly stare into his. Those eyes that could stare down a stalking wolf with their unyielding gaze. The same eyes that cause his heart to flip when you watch him work, and cause it to nearly burst when they squint in laughter.

“I think sometimes I’d be better off dead...better for everyone, in fact.” Arthur confides. He reveals himself to you like revealing a deep wound he’s tried to heal on his own for so long. It never closes, it only festers and worsens.

Your heart rate suddenly rises at his confession. You had known he struggled with a deep sadness for so long, but never has it crossed your mind that it could be this bad. For that, you feel guilty for not catching it sooner. A deep regret seeps into your bones at your selfishness. Now, you desperately don’t want to let him go.

“Surely you don’t mean that?” You ask, nearly begging him to redact his statement.

“I’m a bad man, (Y/N).” He replies, “I can’t change. All I’m good fer is killin’ people. Beatin’ poor men for money. And robbin’ innocent folk...There’s no place fer me in this world.”

Your heart burns at this discovery. Oh, how wrong he is. There’s always been a place for him in your heart. To think of him gone by his own hand, it makes you sick to your stomach. Suddenly, tears well in your eyes and run down your cheek.

“Listen to me, Arthur.” You pick up his head, sliding off his cot and kneeling in front of him. He sits up, knees apart and hands clasped in between them. You grasp at them and hold tightly. “You mean something to me. Y’know that? You’re a valuable member of this gang.”

Arthur shakes his head in a scoff but you carry on. You state, “Yes, you’ve done bad things, but haven’t we all? No one is every truly good or truly bad, Arthur. Think about all you’ve done for everyone here. You’ve gone out of your way to get everyone what they asked for. You work harder than anyone else, you hardly complain, and frankly...you’re the best uncle to Jack I’ve seen out of every man here.”

That last point brought a chill to Arthur’s chest, making him drop his head in shame.

“What would happen to Jack if you weren’t here?” You ask him, knowing how deep in his heart you’ve gone with the mention of that sweet boy. The memory of his own son now gone causes his heart to ache; his breathing becomes heavy and erratic, nearing a panic attack.

“I’m sorry,” Arthur says in a hushed voice. “I shouldn’t have said those things. It was selfish of me.”

“No, Arthur.” you reassure him, squeezing his hands tighter and leaning closer to him. His shirt is stained with sweat and dirt, his finger nails chipped and filthy. The dry red dust of Lemoyne clay still clings to his forearm hair. The man must not have bathed since he left.

You speak softly, “It’s okay. Everyone thinks these bad thoughts. That call of the void, it lives in all of us. Including me...and you know what keeps me from doing it?”

Gazing into your eyes, he asks, “What?”

“The fear of leaving you behind.” you confess. Arthur must’ve known by now your feelings for him, as you began to grow closer within the past year. But never have you declared how deep those feelings went; how passionately you love him.

Arthur’s eyes grow wide at your admission. He didn’t know people this close to him felt this way, least of all you.

Raising a hand to Arthur’s cheek, you look into those glassy eyes. The whites of his eyes are now bloodshot. He leans into your palm, and you hold the weight of his head steady in your hand: a reminder to him that you’ll always support him, always be there for him.

“Arthur...I’m glad you told me. It’s good to let these things out...to talk about it.” you state. His gaze is cast downwards, still ashamed but leaning into the reassuring comfort of your hand. His mind can be at rest for at least a moment while in your hold.

You encourage him, now placing both hands on his cheeks, holding him still, “Promise me, when you get these thoughts that’ll you come and talk to me. I won’t tell no one else. It can just be you and me. We can get through this together.”

Arthur’s confidence is restored slightly at your little speech, and he abruptly wraps his arms around your shoulders. You suck in a sharp breath at this sudden embrace, his body heat quickly warming you. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you rest your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder, brushing your nose against his warm skin above his shirt collar. The hairs at the nape of his neck stand against the rush of your breath upon his skin.

He whispers, “Thank you,” as he burrows his nose within your hair.

Picking up your head, you whisper in his ear, “You’re welcome,” before pressing a light kiss to his cheek, unable to resist the temptation.

The two of you kiss in the solace of each other’s embrace, uninterrupted in the privacy of his tent. His plump lips fit perfectly against yours, and the stubble of his growing mustache scrapes against your upper lip as he tilts his head. The tips of your noses bump as you both adjust your heads and feel each other’s lips against the other’s. Breaking for just a moment to catch your breath, you press your forehead against his. Arthur holds your hand in his, both palms gripping tightly.

“You know what makes me feel better when I’m down?” you ask him.

“What?”

“A nice hot bath.” you hint. Arthur smirks and realizes what you mean by it. He suddenly remembers he’s been sweating in this tent for two days and can’t recall the last time he washed himself.

You tempt him, “How about we head to the hotel? Take our time and talk on the way there, and I’ll buy you a bath.”

The thought of a soothing bath brings a smile to Arthur’s lips. If that’s one thing he can manage to do today, that’d be great.

Patting the top of your hand, he agrees, “Okay.”

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2

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strangerfictions · 5 years ago

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Fangs (Vampire AU)

Summary: Billy is new in town and your the high school bad ass with the keg stand record. You are both looking for a little fun at a party but it turns into something more.

Warnings: Lots of Smut, mentions of blood, vampires and fluff!

Words: 5570 (sorry I got carried away)

A/N: Happy Halloween! So I based this loosely of the movie The Lost Boys. I also got very into this which is why it is so long especially the smut sorry! I thought this would be super cool for halloween and well here it is on the day itself ! Hope you all enjoy and as always requests are open!

William, or as he was better known Billy, was trying to get through his long life without trouble, that was until he moved to Hawkins. He enrolled for the local high school and within days was settled into life at Hawkins. He had decided the bad boy look would be good for a small town like Hawkins. It would mean people would leave him to his own business and he could also take advantage of his status. What he didn’t expect to find at Hawkins however was you.

You were a lot different than Billy’s usual type. You were a very much a bad ass and he loved that confidence about you. You weren’t afraid of being known to people and so he knew he had to get you by his side.

Billy may be a vampire, but he wasn’t a complete monster. Yes, he did drink blood but only from people who consented. Yes, he has turned people but only when they truly want to. However, Billy did have one problem that he struggled to control. Emotions. Billy’s always had a problem with his emotions especially anger. He had a troubled life growing up and so he had a lot of pent up anger that he struggled to control sometimes. The annoying thing is that when Billy experiences any strong emotion it draws out his fangs which can be a little troublesome sometimes.

It was Halloween and you and your friends were going to the party that Tina was having. It was almost a tradition now at this point that you and your friends went to Tina’s party. Steve and Nancy had been your ride or die friends since you were young so you knew tonight would be fun with or without them. You decided to wear black jeans, a black lace top and your leather jacket along with some dark makeup and if anyone asked you were going as a vampire. By 6:30pm Steve was outside with Nancy and the three of you were on your way to having a good time.

People had always had this opinion of you. They all thought you were a complete bad ass. Keg queen and party animal. They weren’t wrong but sometimes you wished for a normal reputation. You could be friends with the populars but that was boring. You had always got on fine with everyone, but you stuck with the “losers” because that’s where you felt the most comfortable. Growing up you had been a bit of a nerd, but high school was a fresh start for you and now you are a completely new person to everyone, except Nancy and Steve who knew the real you. You had always been a little different and so now you truly just embrace that. You love the darker side of life and being known as the badass of the school was something you enjoy but you’ve longed for what Nancy and Steve have but you aren’t going to let them know that!

Billy was getting ready for the party hoping you would be there. He longed for a companion, some romance in his life. That was another stereotype that Billy hated but knew he fell under. He had dated a few people throughout the centuries but recently he had found solace in hook-ups but now it wasn’t enough for him. He needed someone by his side. He knew tonight would be the night to get to know you and he would try anything to get to know you...almost anything. He was wearing his usual leather jacket, a red shirt that was barely buttoned up and his signature jeans and boot combo. He knew he looked good without seeing his reflection in a mirror. That was another thing people always assumed about vampires. Of course, he can see himself in the mirror.

You walk into the party behind Steve and Nancy as they go to dance the night away. You walk confidently towards the kitchen where you plan on getting as drunk as possible. You mix yourself a drink saying hi to a few people who are in kitchen. You take a sip and begin to walk through the house.

You walk past Steve and Nancy who are enjoying themselves on the dance floor and you walk out to the back yard where you see the keg set up for whoever plans on trying it out that night. You sit down on the decking area and light up a cigarette enjoying the crisp air and the music floating through the air. You hear some cheering and then Tommy comes out of the backdoor almost tripping on his way out. Then following him is someone you haven’t seen before. Your guess is that he is the new guy in school. You can’t help but take in his handsome features. His style is very much on par with yours except he is sporting a shirt so unbuttoned that he might as well not be wearing anything.

“Hey Y/N! Want a go before Billy” Tommy shouts over to you pointing at the keg.

“Not tonight Tommy I wouldn’t want to embarrass the new guy” You say smiling at him

You can’t help noticing the new guy, Billy, watching you as you take a drag out of your cigarette. You get up, drop the cigarette, stand on it and walk past them both and back into the house. All while keeping your eyes on Billy as you walk past. He intrigued you and you knew you already had his attention so you knew it wouldn’t take much for him to give in.

When you get back into the house people are a lot more drunk than they were when you left. As you walk past everyone dancing, Steve and Nancy wave you over.

“Where have you been?” Nancy shouts over the music

“Outside”

“Keg stand?” Steve says smiling at you. He knew you better than anyone. You enjoyed parties and were always up for a bet.

“Nope I didn’t want to embarrass the new guy” You say laughing as you walk away from them to get yourself a drink and maybe a few shots.

You knock back 4 shots in the space of a minute, and you begin to feel it hit you, but you keep going. You were never afraid of getting a little drunk. You never experienced hangovers and so you knew this would barely have an effect on you. You pour yourself another shot and you see someone walk into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye. Billy.

“Got enough in the bottle for one more?” He asks as he places a shot glass beside you.

He is a lot closer to you than you expected but you pour him a shot and hand it to him.

“So, I heard you were keg queen before I go here?” He says before knocking back the shot.

You knock back your shot before answering him.

“I was but I would imagine you wouldn’t bring it up if you hadn’t broken my record” He say confidently as you pour yourself a drink.

“Don’t worry I fell short, much to Tommy’s dismay. He hates that it’s you that has the record, but I think it’s pretty sexy that you have the record.” He reaches across you to get the bottle of vodka but your too lost in thought to notice.

“I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Billy and I believe you’re Y/N” He says knocking his drink back in one go.

“Well Billy nice to meet you but I’m here for a party not a chat so if you’ll excuse me” You grab your drink and head to the dance floor finding Steve and Nancy.

You feel the alcohol begin to take over your body. You spend what feels lie hours dancing with Nancy and Steve but as time goes on you begin to feel someone watching you from the kitchen. You don’t have to look over to know who it is. So, you began to put on a show for him dancing in a way that you knew would drive anyone crazy.

Billy had been watching you all night from the kitchen, enjoying the show you were putting on for him. He knew you were aware that he was watching you when your dancing became a little more seductive. He knew what you were trying to do, and it was working. Billy knew he had to make his move soon. Otherwise his people would start to notice his hard on.

Steve and Nancy left to get some air, but you decided to continue dancing. Within seconds you felt hands on your hips.

“You put on a good show but if I don’t get my hands on you soon you might regret your little show” Billy whispers into your ear causing goose bumps to form all over your arms.

You grab his hand and pull him towards the stairs. You knew this would be around school on Monday, but you really didn’t care.

You pull Billy into the first room you find. As you make it inside Billy grabs you, slams the door closed, locks it and pushes you against it gently. He looks you up and down taking in every inch of you.

“Jesus you’re fucking gorgeous” He growls as he begins to roughly kiss you.

You can feel your cheeks begin to redden as his compliment registers in your mind. You deepen the kiss biting his lower lip slipping your tongue into his mouth. Your hands reach up to his hair while the kiss deepens further. Billy breaks the kiss and looks at you with intent in his eyes.

“Are you sure about this” He asks you. You nod your head.

“Use your words princess. I need to hear you say it” Billy whispers.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now fuck me…Please!” You moan as Billy begins to pull your top off.

You are fully undressed with just your black lingerie on. You were grateful that you had decided to wear some sexy lingerie tonight just in case this exact thing would happen. Billy’s shirt was laying discarded behind him, but his jeans were very much still on. His cock straining against them as he undressed you.

“Fuck that black lingerie is fucking hot princess but I it would look better off. On the bed!” Billy demands pushing you backward until the back of your knees hit the bed.

You sit on the bed looking up at him. He leans down kissing you eventually pushing you onto your back. He begins to kiss down your body. Starting with your neck. Although he knows if he pays too much attention there it could be disastrous, so he continues kissing down your body. He kisses all the way down until he hits your lacy bra. He reaches under you and unhooks it and with a quick motion he has it off you. You know what’s coming next and just thinking about it is making you moan. Billy begins to lick your right nipple while his hand squeezes your left. You can’t help but moan his name. Pleasure building up inside of you. He suddenly stops which elicits a response from you that made Billy hard as soon as he heard it come out of your mouth.

“Billy…Please…Stop teasing me…fuck me please”

“Someone’s impatient…Spread your legs for me princess” He kneels down in front of you and begins to kiss up your thighs sending shivers down your spin.

Billy continues to lightly kiss up your leg until he reaches your panties. You grab a hold of a pillow to cover your moans.

“I don’t think so princess, I want to hear those sweet moans” Billy grabs the pillow and throws it behind you.

Billy then takes the top of your panties in his fingers and in one quick movement has them off you leaving you fully exposed for him. Billy slowly begins kissing from your pelvis bone down to your clit causing you to moan loudly. He runs his finger from your clit down to your slit teasing you some more. Billy wants this to last as long as possible and he knows that by teasing you it will last longer. You feel his tongue flick over your clit and then slowly down to your slit and back up to your clit.

“God princess your so wet for me” Billy moans as he continues to lick your clit. Your moans filling the room.

Without warning Billy inserts a finger…two fingers into your wet pussy making you gasp in pleasure. He begins to finger you slowly but as you moan louder, he builds up speed. As Billy fingers you and licks your clit you can’t help but moan loudly. Pleasure building. Your close and Billy can feel you clench around his fingers as he massages your g spot.

“Fuck…Billy…Please” you moan out loudly needing more of him. You grab onto his hair which causes a moan to escape his mouth vibrating through your core. The pleasure building as he continues to lick your clit with the tip of his tongue.

As soon as Billy hears you beg he starts teasing your clit, barely flicking the tip of his tongue over it. He continues to do this until your back arches and your screaming his name.

“Cum for me Princess I want to hear you scream my name” Billy moans as he continues to lick your clit. The pleasure begins to take over and your screaming his name.

“I’m coming Billy” You moan as he flicks his tongue over your clit one last time letting you come down from your high.

“On your hands and knees. I want to see that ass in the air” Billy growls as he begins to take off his jeans. You obey and get into position making sure to shake your ass a little for him.

“You like to put on a show don’t you princess” Billy says as he smacks your ass eliciting a moan out of you.

“Mhmm you like that princess?” Billy says as he begins to pump his cock and puts on a condom. You look back at him and nod, words failing you.

“Good” and with that one word you are instantly wet again. Billy runs his cock down to your opening as you moan thinking about what’s about to happen. He slowly begins to push his hard cock inside you. Billy moans as he feels your tight pussy around his cock. He slowly begins to fuck you. Moving in and out, stretching out your pussy with each stroke.

“Oh God Billy please…faster” you moan as you feel his cock stretch you out. Billy knows he won’t last long, and he doesn’t care. He begins to build up speed and soon enough he is fucking you sloppily and you know what that means.

“I’m close princess but I want you to come with me” Billy moans in your ear “Can you do that for me princess?” He moans as his hand reaches between your legs to rub your clit.

“Yes, Billy please I’m so close” You whimper. You feel the familiar knot build in your lower stomach and you know you are very close and from the way Billy is moaning you know he is too.

Together you both moan “I’m cumming” Billy’s fingers slowing down on your clit and his speed slowing down.

You both lay down on the bed catching your breath. Billy removes the condom and throws it in the bathroom bin. When he walks back in, he sees you laying on the bed naked with your eyes on him. He sits back on the bed while you start to gather your things off the floor.

“Thought you would be freaky in the bed and I sure wasn’t wrong” Billy says sitting up to light a cigarette.

“I could say the same about you Hargrove, but next time go a little rougher, I won’t break” You say beginning to pull on your underwear.

“So, there will be a next time?”

“If you take me on a date first maybe” you say smiling at him and taking the cigarette out of his hand and taking a drag from it.

“I think you have a deal Y/N” Billy says taking the cigarette off you as you begin getting dressed. Once your dressed you walk over the desk and grab a pen.

“Give me your hand” He does, and you write your number on it.

“Call me” You say as you walk to the door.

“Also, nice fangs you’ll have to tell me more about that” You say as you walk out the door. That’s what was so familiar about him. They had come out when you both came, and it really wasn’t a surprise to you. You seem to attract the supernatural type. There were very few vampires in Hawkins, but you happened to date two a few years ago and to this day you still attract them.

You walk downstairs to find Steve and Nancy dancing. When they see you, they want all the details, but you just want to go home and sleep. You were exhausted.

“I don’t kiss and tell” You say laughing.

Steve drops you home and you thank god your parents aren’t home to see you walk in this late. You end up falling asleep on your couch.

Billy spends the rest of the night thinking about you and how delicious you looked in your black lace lingerie. He ended up having to jack off just from thinking about it. The fact that you knew what he had really turned him on as well. He knew he had to have you now. Especially after the night you both had.

You wake up the next day to the telephone ringing thankfully you had no hangover so getting up was easy.

“Hello?” You say into the receiver

“So, you like the fangs? You really are freaky” You know immediately from his low grovel that it’s Billy.

“Mhmm I seem to attract your type so what do you expect me to do” You say while wiping the sleep out of your eyes.

“Bad boys or guys with fangs?” Billy asks laughing

“Both” You say smiling into the receiver

“Well bad ass girls who are freaky in bed are my type”

“Funny. Now was there a reason why you woke me up from my slumber?” You ask pretend yawning to get your message across.

“Yes actually…Be ready at 5pm dress casual I’ll pick you up”

Your surprised by how confident he is but you go with it, your parents aren’t home, and Steve and Nancy are probably doing each other. You give Billy your address and start to get ready.

You look at the time and realise that it’s already 2pm. You run upstairs and start getting ready. You get into the shower and try and relax. Your muscles are a little tense from sleeping on the sofa, so you turn the water up high to ease them up a little. As you spend more time in the shower your thoughts end up back at last night’s events. You know if you keep thinking about it you will be very horny and turned on, so you get out and finish getting ready trying to block out the memory.

Billy knew this would be his one chance to impress you and so he pulled on a blue shirt and did it up further than what he usually does. He splashes some cologne on, and he is ready. He hopes your wearing some sexy underwear underneath those tight jeans you always wear.

At 5pm on the dot you hear the knock on the door. You run downstairs and open the door. You turn around without saying anything, but Billy grabs your hand.

“Not even a hello?” He turns you around to him. You see he is smiling but you still feel a little guilty.

“Sorry I’m running a little late. Got carried away in the shower. The warmth is way too inviting” You say smiling as he pulls you towards him.

He kisses you but this isn’t like the kiss last night this is more intimate and slower. He breaks the kiss, but your eyes are still closed as you come to after the kiss.

“We have all the time in the world” He whispers into your ear. He lets go of your arm and you run upstairs to finish getting ready. He closes the door behind him and fallows you upstairs.

He walks into your room to see bad posters everywhere. He recognizes every band. You both have the same taste.

“Should have guessed this would be your music taste” He looks over at you to see you putting in a pair of earrings. That’s not what catches his attention. Your top is practically see through and he can see that you are wearing a very lacy bra.

“Like what you see?” You say joking as you catch him staring in the reflection of you mirror.

“Mhmm fuck princess. We haven’t even left the house and you’re getting me worked up” He growls as he walks towards you grabbing you by your hips. “Tell me princess does the top match the bottom?”

You grab his shirt and unbutton it a little more “You’ll have to wait and see” You smile at him as you step out of his grip to pull on your boots.

“Stop teasing me Y/N” He says with a fake pout.

“Well I did say I wanted a date first!” You say walking towards the door. You grab his hand as you walk past him and pull him with you.

Billy has vowed to himself that he would treat you like a gentleman would and so he opens the front door for you, opens and closes the car door for you. He wanted to show you what you would be getting if you dated him. He wasn’t going to treat you the way he treated his hook ups.

Billy gets into the car puts on his seatbelt and looks over at you. You really were to die for. He wonders how he got so lucky last night.

“You hungry?” He asks as he starts the car placing his hand on your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.

“Starving. I don’t suffer from hangovers but every time I drink, I’m starving the day after” You laugh as he begins driving.

The drive is full of small talk and getting to know each other. Billy hasn’t brought up the obvious yet and you don’t want to either. You don’t want to ruin the night.

Billy decided to bring you to a little diner just outside Hawkins. He has been going here for years and he knows the guy pretty well.

Once your both out of the car Billy takes your hand and you both walk inside to the warmth. Billy walks you both over to his favourite booth and you both sit down. You pick up a menu and have a look at it. Despite the fact that Billy knows what he is ordering already he has picked up the menu just so he can watch as you concentrate on the menu. He notices that you do this thing when you are concentrating. Your eyes furrow slightly like you are squinting to see the menu. After a bit of deciding you settle on pancakes with bacon. You look up from your menu to see Billy watching you.

“Stop staring at me weirdo” You say as you both laugh his cheeks turning red.

You both order and you chat about random things. The usual date topics. In the back of your head you kept thinking that your date wasn’t normal though. He has had a long life before you. He has probably seen a lot in this world.

“What are you thinking about?” Billy questions as he takes your hand in his to get your attention.

You look up at to see a concerned look on his face. It feels like you have both known each other for years not a day. He knows you so well already to the point that he knows when you worried. You decide to tell him what is worrying you, but you don’t know where to start.

“I just…can’t help but think about the fact that you’ve had such a long life before now” You say not knowing where your point is going

“Thought that’s what was on your mind” He says as the food arrives. Your both quiet until the waiter is finished.

“I don’t want you to worry Y/N. I want you to feel like you can ask me anything. I don’t want you to be…scared of me” He says quietly as he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand. He lets go so you can both start eating.

“I know how this works Billy, I’ve been here with more than one guy. They both tried forcing me into letting them drink my blood and I had to call it quits and I’m not making that mistake again Billy. I don’t want to fall in love with someone and break my own heart with someone who is just using me” You say through mouthfuls of pancake.

Billy sighs. He knew this was coming but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon. I guess there are more vampires in Hawkins than he thought.

“Would it be any constellation if I said I wasn’t like that? Not all vampires are the same Y/N. There is a stereotype for everything in this world especially the supernatural. I rarely drink blood and when I do it’s from someone who is consenting.” He explains to you as you eat your pancakes.

“Sorry I…”

“It’s okay. I blame the guys you were with. They obviously were in it just for your blood. I’ll just say this. I can have extreme emotions sometimes it’s nothing dangerous, but it can mean my full form can come to life. Which is why my fangs came out last night. I guess you could say I was very…happy and satisfied” He chuckles as he pops a French fry in his mouth.

You both sit in silence as you take in everything he has just said. Once you have finally taken it all in you decide to move on from your last two experiences.

“Alright I ‘ll keep that in mind the next time we fuck” You wink at him as you put your last bite of pancake in your mouth.

“Jesus Y/N we are in public keep it down!” He whispers at you while you laugh at his reaction.

“I’m joking” you look at his face and begin laughing. Billy is so used to him being the crude one that he has gone into a state of shock.

“Anyways I think another date is in order if we are to do anything else” You say as you notice him relax a little more.

The rest of the evening goes by quickly. You have such deep conversations about such random things, but you loved every moment of it. You really think this could work for you both, but you try not get your hopes up.

When Billy drops you off, he runs around to open the door for you like a true gentleman.

“You know I’m perfectly capable of opening a car door…or are you more worried I might ding the door?” You smirk as you get out of the car.

“How did you know?” Billy jokes as he walks you to your door.

“I had a great ni…” Before you can finish your sentence, Billy is kissing you. His lips touch yours gently as you kiss each other. His hands are gently caressing your cheek as he pulls away from you. You are left standing there with your eyes still closed.

“I had a great time too Y/N. It’s a shame I don’t get to see more of you tonight though. I really wanted to know if the top matched the bottom” He whispers as his hand travels from your cheek down your arm until he is holding your hand.

You laugh as he pouts at you but you’re not giving in. “Nope! I want another date and…for you to ask me to be your girlfriend before anything else!” you declare confidently.

“Okay” Billy begins to walk away, and you think you’ve said too much. “Tomorrow night. A study session. No objections. I need help with my English essay, and I know you’ve got the highest grade in that class…I’ll call you later to discuss it with you” Billy gets to his car door and looks back at you. “Bye” He smiles at you one last time and you go inside closing the door behind you.

As soon as Billy got home, he went straight for shower. Seeing you in that top brought up memories of the night before and so a cold shower was necessary. He spent the rest of the night thinking about the past two days and how lucky he has been to find you. How did he get so lucky to find the badass who knows about vampires! Billy eventually falls asleep on the couch eventually awakening to the phone ringing.

“Hello?” Billy groans into the receiver as he tries to wake himself up

“I thought you were going to call me later. I’ve been waiting up for you” you moan

“Shit sor…wait what are you doing?” Billy becomes very aware of the moans and whimpers you are making at the other end of the receiver.

“Nothi…Nothing” you moan as your finger graze over your clit. You had been so horny after your date that you couldn’t resist getting Billy involved but you had gotten carried and when he didn’t call early you decided to tease yourself. You were so close, and you couldn’t wait any longer, so you had called him.

“Mhmm I ‘m sure it’s nothing well I better talk to you about this essay then” Billy teases you trying to get you to say what you want.

“Nooo. Fine…I may or may not be fingering myself right now” You say it slowly trying to get your words out properly as your pleasure builds.

“Thought so. I want to know what you wearing Princess” Billy feels his cock getting harder as he hears you moan out. He begins rubbing himself through his jeans as you moan his name.

“Mhmm I’m wearing red lacy lingerie. Like my black one the other night that you liked so much”

“Fuck. That was very sexy although I do like red princess. Tell me how wet you are baby?” Billy groans, his cock getting harder as he takes it out of his jeans and starts pumping it.

You slid your finger down from your clit to your opening and you feel your juices drip down onto your leg. “I’m dripping Billy”

“I want you to finger yourself Princess and imagine it’s my fingers inside, pumping in and out. One thing though. You have to get my permission to cum!” you whimper as you feel yourself get wetter at Billy’s words.

“Is that a yes princess?”

“Ye...yes” You slowly pump your fingers in and out of your dripping pussy your juices coating your fingers. You continue to massage your g spot getting very close to orgasm.

“That’s it princess. Imagine it’s my fingers covered in your juices while massaging your g spot”

“Billy please can I cum?”

“Mhmm have you been a good girl from me princess?”

“Ye...yess I have please Billy…Please!”

“Okay cum for me Princess. I want to hear you moan my name as you cum”

For the second time you both cum together. Hearing each other’s moans adding to the intensity of the situation. You really should remember to do this more often. You enjoyed hearing Billy moaning your name. You both stay quiet as you both come down from your highs. After a while you hear Billy chuckle through the phone which is now laying on your shoulder.

“You really are a freak in the sheets, aren’t you?” Billy chuckles as you raise the phone back up to your ear. You laugh lightly still too out of it to do anything with energy.

“Mhmm no I’m just needy” You say laughing as you pull your pajamas back on

“Really? Didn’t guess that at all!” Billy laughs as he grabs his shirt and wipes cum of his leg.

“This is probably the wrong time to ask you this but…well I already have the date side of your to do list sorted so I just have one more thing to tick of…”

“Yes”

“What?” Billy laughs at your eagerness

“Yes, I will be your girlfriend also yes you picked a very odd time to ask Billy. Only you would wait until we have both cum to ask me to be your girlfriend!” You laugh as you hear Billy sigh on the other end of the phone.

“Listen okay you’re the one who called me being all needy so technically it’s your fault”

“Well I think it suits us anyway!”

“That makes us sound like sex addict’s Y/N and honestly I’m beginning to think you are!”

The playful banter continues into the night until you both fall asleep, phone in hand.

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kawaiikichi · 5 years ago

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Christmas Clubbing With You (Saiouma)

Saiouma “So...looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh” from the Winter Writing prompts list for @redes22! I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited :D

*Based off of this request*

Title: Christmas Clubbing With You

Prompt: “So...looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh.”

Summary: At the Hope’s Peak Academy high school reunion, Shuichi and Kokichi are left by themselves. The two decide to slip out and go enjoy the city nightlife together.

One-Shot Notes: Non-Despair AU where they all attended Hope’s Peak Academy; they have their talents still; characters are around 22

One-shot is under the cut!

Shuichi stood in the corner, watching as everyone else conversed with one another.

I feel...strangely alone, he thought to himself.

He saw Kaito and Maki together by the punch bowl and Kaede and Rantaro flirting with one another. Everyone else seemed to be paired together with at least someone, whether they be in their class or someone outside of the class.

Man, they sure know how to make a single guy feel lonely, he thought to himself.

“So...looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh.”

Shuichi looked to see Kokichi making his way over to him.

“Ouma-kun...” he trailed off.

I thought he would’ve had someone by now...I guess not, he thought to himself.

“Maaaaaaan, these people know how to make a single man feel lonely!” Kokichi drawled out.

“No kidding...” Shuichi trailed off.

Kokichi shot a look at Shuichi.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked.

“Get out of here?” Shuichi parroted.

“Yeah! I mean, it’s Christmas and we’re sitting here at a very boring high school reunion.” Kokichi nudged Shuichi. “Let’s go have some real fun.” he said.

“But...” Shuichi trailed off.

“What is there to hesitate about? Let’s ditch this popsicle stand.” Kokichi said.

Shuichi bit his lip, thinking it over before sighing.

“Alright. Let’s go, then.”

💜💜💜💜

“Wooooooooo!” Kokichi stood in his seat, letting his hair blow in the cold December wind as Shuichi sped through the city streets.

He swung his arms about wildly as he looked over at Shuichi.

“I thought you were a law-abiding citizen and didn’t speed!” he shouted.

“Well, I want to do something different for a change!” Shuichi shouted back.

Kokichi laughed before going back to hollering, watching the city lights pass them in a blur.

“Hey, Saihara-chan! Let’s go to a club and get some drinks!” he hollered.

“I know a place.” Shuichi replied.

“Cool! Let’s go there, then!” Kokichi shouted.

Kokichi dropped back down into his seat, laughing as Shuichi slowed down.

“Man, that was great!” he exclaimed.

He buckled back in his seat belt as he looked over at Shuichi, who turned left into a busy intersection.

I remember when we used to do things like this. It would take a lot of coaxing, but whenever we did do reckless things, it was always fun. And this time is no different. He really hasn’t lost his rebellious touch, he thought to himself.

He smiled as he continued to watch Shuichi in his plaid button-up shirt and black slacks.

They eventually arrived at a nightclub called Tokyo King. Parking in the parking lot beside it, they headed inside and made a beeline toward the bar.

Kokichi unbuttoned a couple buttons on his white ruffled collar button-up shirt as Shuichi ordered some beers for them. He listened to the music that played in the background.

“Christmas music but with a twist, huh...” Kokichi trailed off.

“It fits. I mean, it’s Christmas, after all.” Shuichi said as a trap remix of “Deck the Halls” came on.

Their beers arrived and they began to drink.

“So? Don’t you think this is better than that dumb high school reunion?” Kokichi asked.

“I wouldn’t call the reunion dumb...” Shuichi trailed off.

“But, isn’t this better than being there?” Kokichi asked as he took a sip from his beer.

“Well...”

“Well?”

Shuichi reached for his beer.

“I guess it’s better than the reunion.” he admitted.

“You guess?” Kokichi huffed out a sigh. “I’m gonna make you regret saying that you guess.” he said.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Is that a challenge, Saihara-chan?”

“You could take it as such.”

“Oh, now it’s on!”

They went through beer after beer, the two of them slowly growing intoxicated. After their fifth beer, Kokichi insisted that they go out on the dance floor. Shuichi tried to deny him but found himself being pulled there, anyway.

“Don’t be such a party pooper.” they stopped. “Dance with me a bit.” Kokichi said as he began to move to the beat.

Shuichi was hesitant at first, but he started to dance after being shot a look by Kokichi. He began to let loose, dancing like his life depended on it. Kokichi let out a whistle.

“Woo! You’re seriously rocking the dance floor, Saihara-chan!” Kokichi shouted over the loud music.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Ouma-kun!” Shuichi shouted back.

Kokichi giggled as he continued dancing, swinging his head back and forth.

As a remix of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” came on, someone nudged Kokichi roughly, making him fall against Shuichi’s chest.

He lifted his head, looking into sparkling gold eyes. Shuichi stared back, neither of them moving. Then, Shuichi’s hands moved to his waist and he held him as they began to sway to the beat. Kokichi looped his arms around Shuichi’s neck, pulling them close so that their foreheads and noses were touching.

“You know...this is nice. Ditching that reunion, coming here with you, having some drinks, and dancing like this...” he trailed off.

“Yeah?” Shuichi answered.

“Yeah...I like it. I like it a lot.” Kokichi said with a smile.

Shuichi smiled back as they continued to sway back and forth. Kokichi threaded his fingers through Shuichi’s hair, feeling his black hair tickle his fingers. His eyes traced every single inch of Shuichi’s face from the shape of his brows to his lips, which were very close to his own.

He wanted to kiss him.

He wanted to kiss him so bad.

He closed the distance between them, capturing their lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away before Shuichi could process what just happened.

“I’ve...actually been wanting to do that for a long time...” Kokichi lowered his gaze. “If it weirds you out, I won’t do it again...” he trailed off.

“No. Don’t stop.” Shuichi reached out and tilted Kokichi’s head gingerly so that their eyes met again. “Kiss me again.” he said.

“You mean it?” Kokichi asked.

“Yeah. I do mean it.” Shuichi said before pulling Kokichi back into another kiss.

Kokichi kissed him back as Shuichi held him tightly. They lost themselves in each other, letting the world melt away around them until it was just the two of them.

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mymelodyheart · 4 years ago

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Starting Over Chapter 13 ~The Conditions~

Bracing her jaw with one hand, Jamie cautiously brushed his lips over hers and then slightly drew away. He'd half expected her to deck him but gazing down at her face, her eyes were half-closed, and her skin flushed. She looked so damn beautiful even with her makeup smeared and her hair wild and messy. It took every ounce of his self-control not to pull her hard against him and kiss her thoroughly, torturously taking his time to give her a chance to push him away. But when she moved closer, and he caught the tiny whimper of pleasure escaping her throat, his blood roared in his ears, the feeling of triumph that she'd be his almost bringing him to his knees. Until he felt her hands slide up from his chest to the back of his neck, pulling him in and realised he'd belong to her just as completely.

"Sweet Jesus, Sassenach, please tell me ye want this as much as I do," he whispered hoarsely, pressing their foreheads together. "I need to hear it. I must hear it."

"W-want you ...need you." Her words came out slurred as she licked her lips and swayed.

"This better not be a rebound," he growled against her mouth.

"Call it whatever you want, Jamie. Just kiss me already."

The demand in her voice made his cock swell, and his skin grew hot and tight. With a pained groan, Jamie obliged, sinking his tongue into her mouth, the taste of her turning him into a ravenous beast, making him wonder what mediocre high he'd been chasing all these years when this woman was out there. Unwittingly, the weight of the many meaningless one-night-stands bore down heavily on his shoulders, catching him off guard. They slithered in to haunt him because nothing and no one had ever felt like Claire. His soul yearned to be reborn again and purge for his past sins, purifying himself in the clean smell of her skin, the tentative strokes of her tongue and featherlike fingertips sliding up his back.

Seconds ticked while he teased her with what was to come, noting her responses to every exploration of his hands. He wanted to know her secrets, coaxing them out with his kiss, subtly pushing her to reveal herself. Her mouth moved under his, eagerly, and so perfect. He adored the little sounds vibrating up her throat, ending where their lips met, but it was too damn much as lust pumped in his veins. He needed more.

Unable to contain himself any longer, his fingers gripped her hips to lift her up. Satisfaction and relief surged through him when she wrapped her legs around his middle, her fingers tangling in his hair and holding on tight. Without releasing her mouth, Jamie walked them out of the kitchen and towards Claire's bedroom. He felt her hands grabbed at his back, frenziedly trying to yank up his shirt, her dress hiking higher above her thighs with her movements. His erection pushed painfully against his jeans. Knowing she wanted him as badly jarred his centre, and he fought for restraint as she pulled him into the current of raw emotion and need he'd never experienced before.

The next thing he knew, they were tumbling onto the bed, flattening her underneath him on the mattress. Still wedged between her thighs, he started to rock against her, her scent and the fragrance of her room surrounding him, a heady mixture of candles, wildflowers and freshly washed sheets.

"Christ," he rasped, breaking the kiss before his mouth coasted down the side of her neck for a taste. "Ye sure about this? I dinnae want ye having any regrets."

"Damn you, Fraser." She writhed beneath him, her ankles locking behind the small of his back. "You're asking me that now? What do you think?"

Bracing himself on one elbow, he gingerly unbuttoned the front of her dress with concentrated effort and a shaking hand. He was acting like a horny teenager, but it couldn't be helped when his cock was growing fuller and aching harder by the second. "I want to do this right, Sassenach. For ye. Exactly how ye wish it to be."

"You're worried about that?" she gasped. "I'm concerned about whether it's feeling this good for you too." She let out a breathless laugh as she unbuckled his belt.

This lass who'd appeared during the lowest moment in his life and yelled him back into existence had bravely poked his sore spots and offered herself as bait to help him get a job at the network. She was innately a giver in all sorts of ways, but right now, he needed to convince her to be the taker. "I've never had my heart and mind in this before, Sassenach. I'm normally a million miles away, but with ye, I'm right here. Ye hear me? Right here with ye." Heart knocking wildly against his ribs, he dragged his open lips along her jaw, still fumbling with her buttons. "Ye're anxious it doesnae feel good for me? I'm trying my hardest not to bust like an eejit."

"Really?" she breathed, boldly unzipping his jeans and sliding a hand over his erection. Her sigh washed over his chest as she squeezed him, nearly making him shoot out of bed.

Jamie groaned at her touch. "Christ, ye're killing me. I just want it to be perfect for ye." He pressed his face against the crook of her neck as he continued to grapple with the last button of her dress, this time more impatiently.

"If you must know ...in my fantasy, I'd be wearing a red baby-doll nightie and serving you a dirty martini. So let's be over with the bathwater, alright?"

Laughter rose from his chest as he rid finally of her dress, drawing it from her body and throwing it on the floor. He found it endearing how she could make him laugh when his balls were on the verge of revolt. "Is that right? I dinna ken what a baby-doll nightie is, but it sounds verra interesting. Ye'll have to show it to me another time," he murmured, his eyes hungrily skimming down the length of her body.

Unable to resist, he trailed a finger over the hollow of her stomach and around her belly button, biting his lip in satisfaction as her alabaster skin quivered under his hand. Her full breasts were restrained in cream coloured bra, and the juncture of her thighs barely covered with tiny transparent lace panties. "Gorgeous as ye are now in yer knickers, I want to see all of ye bare."

"Y-yes, Jamie."

"Yes, Jamie," he echoed, slowly sliding his hand in the inside of her thigh, making her squirm. "Why weren't you agreeable all those times I told you faking a relationship wasnae a good idea?"

"If you paid attention, you would have noticed I'm selectively agreeable."

He tamped down the urge to smile. "Smart-ass! Look where it got us. Ye had to be exactly what I need, stubbornly reminding me it was all for the show. Then driving me out of my nuts from wanting ye. Look at ye half-naked, and here I am with an ache, only ye can ease. What are we going to do about that, huh?"

"I-I don't want to fight it anymore."

"Neither do I." He kissed her hard then went back to being serious. "I tried hard to ignore it, but I can't stop myself from wanting ye." He groaned against her mouth, cupping his hand between her thighs. "I need to be inside this so fucking bad but ..."

"...you don't do relationships," she finished off for him, making him stiffen.

"Christ!" he muttered. "Ye certainly do cut to the chase, don't ye?" He ignored the odd lump in his throat and swallowed hard. Even though it pained him, he needed to tell her the truth. "It'll be more than a fling, Sassenach and even if it lasts only a few weeks or months or a year, it'll be the longest I've ever been like this with someone. I-I can't promise a happily ever after ...I don't have a family gene in me. I can't be that for ye, but I'll be damned before ye regret this."

"I understand. Our futures look different, and it could never work. I don't suppose I'll marry again so soon but if one day ..."

"... I won't stand in yer way of a chance for happiness. I will let ye go." He said the words earnestly and with conviction, but how come he didn't feel convinced he would do just that? But before any further train of thoughts could gather steam, he shut the laughing voices in his head. "Are ye in, Sassenach?" Jamie's heart rapped violently in his chest.

"Y-yes, let's do this," she whispered, her hands impatiently skating up and down his back.

Gladdened by her answer, he pulled her against him, his tongue travelling along the curve of her lower lip before diving back into her mouth. "And one more selfish demand ... while we're together, there will be no one else but us until we decide differently. That work for ye?"

"Yes ...yes, it does ..."

Before she could finish, he laid his mouth on top of hers, brushing his thumb back and forth across her sensitive spot between her thighs, making her stomach hollow and loins twist. "Christ ye're so wet for me."

"Oooh, yes ...feels so good." Her words emerged choked as her hands began to tug and dig at his shoulders. She needed him badly, and the proof was in every lick of her tongue inside his mouth, and the rushed exhale onto his skin.

Pulling away with a grunt, he sat back on his heels and hooked his fingers into the flimsy band of her lingerie, gently working it down her hips. Then he dropped the lacy scrap on the floor and stood up, divesting himself of his clothes and placing a condom on the bed. With anticipation, his eyes feasted on her exposed flesh, and it took a mammoth of self-control not to throw himself upon her and take her there and then. Pure amusement took over as Claire shut her eyes, refusing to look at him. "Sassenach, look at me."

Claire groaned as she slowly took a peek, her bright amber eyes pools of lust and doubt warring together. Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, and she swallowed audibly as she viewed his naked glory. "A word of caution," she whispered. "I'm not like the glamourous women you date or sleep with. I'm afraid I'll be a disappointment to you."

His heart twisted, shredding his voice to fragments. With Claire's insecurities and her feeling of uncertainty, he knew she needed him to be confident enough for both of them. "No, ye're not like any of the women I've been with, Sassenach," he said truthfully. "Because I've never wanted anyone this bad. I lived with the knowledge and torture during these last few weeks ...ye ... within reach, will never be mine to have. And yet here we are." He knelt between her thighs, gently spreading her legs wider. And then he took his cock in one hand and fisted it, causing her to blush even more. "Trust me when I say, I've never come close to a fraction of this kind of want. Ye can never be a disappointment."

He leaned in, watching her eyes widen even more as he took her mouth in a slow, thorough kiss, pressing his erection against her heat and expertly undoing her bra and discarding it with a quick flick of his wrist. He keened out loud as their bodies locked together, her breasts and softness pressed against him almost robbing him of his sanity. Their breaths became loud and laboured in the quiet room, along with the sounds of their bodies shifting on the soft mattress, the springs beneath them sighing with their movements.

Cupping her breast, his thumb circled her nipple until it puckered to a hard point. He felt her chest heaved for gulps of air, and her pulse beat wildly at the base of her neck as he prolonged their kiss. He relished the taste of her but never quite getting enough, wanting desperately to bury himself deep inside her. Although he was aching badly, he took his time wanting to commit every second and the feel of her to memory. When she tried to reach for his cock, he snagged her wrist. "No, Sassenach. I cannae allow it," he muttered too gruffly. "Not yet, anyway."

"P-please, now, Jamie. I'm ready." She seemed almost flustered by the lift of her hips as if she wanted to play it collected, but her body wouldn't allow it.

But Claire's sweet plea did it. Dragging his open mouth over her breast, he sucked her nipples hard, his tongue flicking restlessly, while he drove two fingers between her thighs. Claire's eyes rolled back in her head, her back arching and her legs spreading a little wider in an invitation.

Unable to hold on the sweet torture any longer, he slid down between her thighs until he was eye level with her swollen folds. He used his fingers to separate her flesh, lowering his mouth and licking her with the flat of his tongue. She twisted and moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets as he regarded her like a starved man, listening to her breathing go shallow and loving the taste and sight of her in the throes of passion.

"Oh, God, Jamie, it's too much. Please. Please," she sobbed loudly.

"So responsive, my wee sweet, Sassenach," he muttered between her thighs. "It's never too much, mo chridhe ."

Swiping her slit slow and deliberate, he tasted, nibbled and teased. He used one arm to pin her flailing body down, never hastening his pace, her cries charging the air with sexual desperation and frenzy. He inhaled her musky scent, rubbing the engorged nub, and pushing his finger in and out of her soaking channel. Her insides clamped down hard and tried to suck him deeper, but he continued to tease until she floundered and thrashed, like a senseless being on edge.

"No more," she gasped, her amber eyes wild and past sanity. "Damn you, Jamie, no more. C-can't take ..."

With a low chuckle, he took her throbbing nub between his lips and sucked hard, sensing her orgasm shimmering right there and so close. He cursed out loud, pumping two fingers this time and tucking a tongue alongside, in and out of her entrance. And then he drew back out, sliding up higher and driving in faster, her slickness making his mouth work.

And then she came, her body arching like a bow under his command. He absorbed all her sweetness in his mouth, continuing the suction motions so that she succumbed into another orgasm so beautifully, it made him wonder if he'd allow her to leave the bed ever again. She hung onto him with wild abandon and desperation he couldn't refuse. Sliding up her body, he worshipped every inch of her damp skin with kisses, pausing at her mouth to nip her lips and to cradle her face with his hand in the act of pure adoration.

Eyes unfocused, her head lolled to the side as she reached for his cock, once again, gripping it without finesse. "Want you now, inside me," she garbled.

He let out a shaky laugh. "Easy now, Sassenach, otherwise I'll burst." Shoving back the reluctance, Jamie tore his lips away from hers and reached for the condom he'd left on the bed. He quickly covered himself in stretched latex and slid up her body, muffling her requests to hurry with a hard kiss. His cock was poised at her entrance as her tongue battled his and her legs locked behind him. Unable to wait any longer, he plunged deep inside with a single thrust and all the pent up emotions she'd awakened, immersing himself in her completely.

He swallowed her cries as he stretched her with his width and length, her nails cutting through his skin, and her thighs squeezing him tight. He completely filled her, giving her no time to shore up defences and allowing no room for anything but the primitive demand to surrender. With every stroke, he claimed her while he drove inside her over and over. His hips rolling harder of their own volition with every smack of flesh and every whimper from her. And then just like that, with one perfect deep thrust, she convulsed underneath him in a climax. He listened to her moans of his name, treasuring the husky awe of them in his ears and around him.

He tried to breathe and then tried to slow down, but there were too many emotions crashing over him to know anything but the need to make his mark. He'd never wanted anyone this bad and never felt wanted this much. Increasingly, a tightening began at the back of his neck and proceeded down his spine, curling at the base. Finally, letting himself go, he yanked her legs up and fucked into the storm for everything he was worth, chanting her name in reverence.

His release was a flood that roared through him, creating a rush of white noise in his ears. His muscles tightened to the point of snapping before they unlocked. He shook violently, his lower body a battle zone of pleasure and pain and need and fulfilment. There's a harbour in the storm, though, and her body was already demanding him back, making the intense pleasure they've inflicted a beautiful thing they shared. With his insides razed and his mind blown, every cell in his body drifted toward Claire until they were wrapped together, arms and legs twined, mouths locked, their movements slowing little by little.

What just happened between them was the best everything in his life and nothing came close. Not even his glory days and triumphs in rugby.

In the past, usually, after sex came relief and it meant parting ways after the sweat had cooled. Jamie had never been anything but fine with that upshot because he barely knew the women to begin with. But now panic niggled at him, his chest throbbing painfully as his hand coasted over her body memorising her skin. If Claire asked him to leave now, he knew he wouldn't like it at all.

Then her lips glided over his cheek, and he turned into them, inhaling through a lengthy kiss. His concern eased for a little while, a smile lifting at the corners of his mouth.

And then he realised something he never thought would ever happen - he'd never be able to touch another woman again without wishing for Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp. He'd just made a pact with the devil, and now, he wondered, how in the world was he ever going to let this woman go?

..........

Claire slipped into the bathroom, careful not to make any noise. Jamie had spent the night and was sound asleep in her bed. He was facedown, spreadeagled, and his taut, naked arse a sight to behold. She put his sleepover down to him having too many drinks and leaving his car at the parking lot outside the bar where they had been in last night.

A sigh escaped her mouth, but she crammed it back up. She was a big girl and wasn't about to lose sight of reality and facts. Last night was nothing more than two consenting adults engaging in a temporary sexual relationship, and she reminded herself she'd agreed to it and any sticky feelings or thoughts of white picket fences had to be banished immediately.

Grabbing her toothbrush, she started to brush her teeth vigorously. She was beginning to sense like she'd set herself up for one epic downfall. What if Jamie suddenly realised that being in a permanent relationship wasn't a bad thing and found a different woman? Where would that leave her then?

Pushing all thoughts of the impending gloom away, Claire rinsed out her mouth and plonked her toothbrush in the glass. And then she laid out a spare for Jamie hoping that wouldn't cause an alarm and think she wanted more from him. But on second thought, maybe that was an unwise move. Muddled, she sighed and decided to wing it. It was just too bad she didn't have an example to look to.

She heard a deep groan from the bedroom, accompanied by the creaking of bedsprings. And suddenly, the memories of their lovemaking surfaced, making the inside of her thighs tensed, causing a twinge of soreness and muscle ache. Looking into the mirror, she found her face bright red and her eyes glowing. She looked like an adolescent in puberty crisis. Ah, fuck . Irritated, she fanned her cheeks with her hands, reprimanding herself for being silly and acting like a teenager. So what if Jamie spent the night and he doesn't believe in happily ever after? You've always known the score! Suck it up, Beauchamp!

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Sassenach?"

"Yeah?"

Jamie's tone dropped. "Do ye mind coming back to bed?"

Oh! She'd been worried he'd wake up panicking like a cornered male in the light of day, but as it turned out, she was so very wrong. Taking a fortifying breath, she opened the door and was greeted by a fully naked Jamie with an erect penis. "M-morning..." she croaked.

Holding her breath, she blinked twice and then gawked at the naked male marvel before her. Oh, sweet mother of God , Jamie was lean, mean, and toned. There was not an ounce of softness visible on his body, from the breadth of his shoulders, abs, powerful arms, and bulky thighs.

Oblivious to his erection jostling between them, he backed her into the bathroom, bringing her attention back to the present. "My shirt looks good on ye," he grinned, sleepily. "Why are ye up?"

As her back met the sink, she remembered the packaged toothbrush and casually pushed it into the basket. "I wasn't sure if you're an early riser or not, so I thought I'd make some preps for breakfast."

Without missing a beat, Jamie leaned past her and retrieved the toothbrush. Frowning, he popped the package open and slipped it into his hand. "It's seven in the morning, and we were up all night making love. Breakfast can wait a little longer."

"Right, yeah ...umm."

Jamie applied toothpaste to his brush and stuck it in his mouth. "Why didn't I get a good morning kiss?"

"A good morning kiss?"

"Aye," He brushed his teeth and waited for an answer.

"Ah ...well, I was going to. You were sound asleep, and you know ..."

He leaned over the sink and spat "No, I dinna ken. Are ye acting weird because I didn't leave last night as ye expected?"

"No, of course not!" Not wanting him to see the heat creeping up her face, she busied herself, looking for a towel for him to use.

He rinsed his mouth and placed his brush next to hers in the glass. "It's funny. I always thought morning afters consisted of cuddles."

"Y-yeah, it does."

He stopped and crossed his arms. "Hmmm. Why did ye chuck the toothbrush in the rubbish basket?"

Oh, fuck! She laughed hysterically. "I think the jury of the court will agree it was an unfortunate mishap."

"Sassenach, I'm beginning to get annoyed. I still havenae received my good morning kiss, and ye intentionally discarded the toothbrush."

She couldn't help the giggle escaping her lips as she eyed his morning erection. "Aroused and annoyed, that's a first."

Her words still hanging in the air, he lunged forward and placed his hands on either side of her and leaned in. "Next time, Sassenach, I want proper good morning with a cuddle from ye. I dinna ken what one looks like, but still, I'd like to have one. Just so that ye ken, I wanted ye lying there when I opened my eyes." His mouth tugged in the corner, but his eyes were dark and serious. "Preferably, I want yer hands all over me and yer lips on mine. And next time ye get out of bed without giving me both, I'm going to turn ye over my knees and backhand that wee bum of yers ye had mercilessly wiggled against me all night. Am I making myself clear?"

"Jamie!" she gasped. "That's unethical!"

Jaws clenched, his eyes dropped down to the apex of her thighs. "Trust me, Sassenach, I wasnae thinking of ethics when I was kissing ye down there last night."

She gulped, her pulse racing a million miles per hour. "Ethics ...overrated anyway," she mumbled, not making any sense with her words.

"Weel, then, I'm gonnae take a shower. Ye can join me or wait, that's entirely up to ye. Either way, I want to see ye back in bed when I'm done because I'll still be wanting my good morning cuddle. Are we clear?"

Without another word, she nodded and did as she was told. And that morning they made love twice more and didn't leave bed until after midday.

#melodyheart #startingover #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

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hayjeon · 5 years ago

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Tumultuous | part 02 (ft. Jimin)

→ pirate!jimin x mermaid!reader → 3.3k words, warning for slow burn, and so much back and forth between mean captain!jimin and sweet captain!jimin you’ll get whiplash

part 01 | part 02

I hope you guys remember this drabble I wrote over a year ago. I was reading through it and I just got re-inspired to at least continue the storyline, so I’ll be revamping this as a drabble series, and this part 2 will pick up right after the drabble! Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m completely ready yet to start writing full fledged oneshots as of yet, just because I haven’t gotten completely in the habit of writing and planning for so long. But nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy. Love you.

(Disclaimer: I know there is another writer @fireheart-namjoon who wrote Mangata, a story about the same exact prompt and member. We discussed this after the similarity between her story and my initial drabble was brought to our attention back in August 2018, and turns out the anon just asked us both to write the same prompt! :) So please do not assume/accuse either of us of plagiarism. The direction of our stories were way too different to be considered copied! Writers support other writers! Unfortunately, her URL is currently unavailable, and I was unable to locate her or her story on tumblr anymore...but nonetheless please keep this in mind! Best wishes to wherever she is!)

Previously...

He lets you go and you shudder as you strain against the ropes binding your wrists to the stake, your breath catching in your throat.

As he leaves, he turns, meeting your fearful gaze from behind your hair. He mutters to his men, “Get her some clothes. She sleeps in my quarters tonight.”

It surprises you that the shirt’s material isn’t a rough and disgusting pile of sewage linen, but instead a soft flowing blend that settles gently on your stinging skin. It’s quite the comforting touch, in contrast to the rough manhandling your new body has been experiencing as of late.

You should have never gone to the surface. Your sisters had warned you of all the horrors that lie in the photic zone. Humans, with dry, disgusting skin and rough hands that drove knives through mermaids’ tails and lured them into traps just to take them away. The mermaids who were caught were never seen again.

Jungkook, one of Captain Jimin’s men, mumbles an introduction before taking a dagger and snipping the harsh ropes securing your wrists to the stake. Multiple men grab your shoulders and arms, hoisting you up roughly onto the cold, hard rock surrounding the pool. You curl your arms into your torso as soon as the light hits you, shivering and cowering in fear. He offers you the linen, and you bundle yourself up in it, and he gives you a nod before slipping his arms underneath you to pick you up. He isn’t rough. The normality of his hold and the security of his arms around you is a small luxury that you choose to hold onto in this time of torture. Perhaps not all the men aboard this ship of horrors were absolute goons and barbarians like your sisters had described.

He carries you from the island back to the small rowboat and silently places you down, and begins rowing you both back to the Dionysius. The waters are silent, save for the calming pitter of the waves lapping at the edges of the boat. You strain to see across the water, where you see a few other rowboats also slowly making their way back to the main ship.

“What is he going to do with me?” You mutter, so soft that it’s almost carried away by the wind. But Jungkook seems to catch it, as his arms falter, the rowing of the oars slowing the tiniest fraction. You turn back to him, holding the white shirt tighter against your body. “Answer me, weather boy. What is his plan?”

Jungkook’s eyes flicker up, and then around on the water line, as if he’s looking for anyone eavesdropping. “I...I think he plans to sail to where your tail is by skirting the freshwater coastline.”

You frown. “Why?”

“Obviously your sisters would know the minute we hit open saltwater, and rush to rescue you. Right?”

You bite your lip, frowning. “I...I’m not sure if they can hear me. I’ve never been in this form before. I don’t know what I can and can’t do.”

“If you don’t mind telling me,” he begins, pursing his lips carefully, “I’m very interested in Sirenology. My father studied your migration patterns for years to help predict the fishing harvest. How do you and your sisters usually communicate in the water? I assume you can’t speak like this underwater.”

“No,” you say, eyes closing at the reminder. “We don’t speak like this. I don’t really know how to describe it, and I can’t seem to demonstrate it right now. But...it’s a...burst of feeling? When I speak and send signals, it seems to originate from deep within. And then...it spreads.”

“Interesting,” Jungkook’s eyes widen as he rows. “So, almost like the ways dolphins seem to communicate with clicks and squeals. Like sound waves traveling through water.”

You nod slowly, “I’m not sure how you humans call it. But yes, dolphins use a similar language.”

His eyes widen. “You can communicate with them?”

You nod, “Yes, easily. We communicate with all of sea life.”

A smile flits on Jungkook’s lips, “What abou---” He’s startled and cut off by the boat slamming into something and jumping back from the brute force. Both you snap your heads up to see Captain Park’s rowboat inches away from yours, and his boot menacingly perched on the edge of yours.

“What,” he growls, leaning in close to your hardened gaze, “Is so interesting about this weather boy, that you finally decide to speak?” His voice is low, and unwavering. It holds a tension so strong and intimidating that despite maintaining a stone-cold face, your stomach churns.

At your silence, he smirks, removing his foot from your boat and extending a hand to you.

You glare at the hand, and he laughs at you darkly as Jungkook, the men behind him in his rowboat, and the men already waiting above in the main ship, all watch you two in fearful silence. “Take it,” he hisses, “You need to go up.” He points a finger mockingly upward and you follow it’s line to see a few men hoisting down a small platform, only a foot wide and long, held by 4 ropes that keep it horizontal. There was no way you were going to be able to stand on that with your new legs, much less stay balanced enough for the men above to hoist you all the way up to the main deck. The only other way up was a ladder hammered into the side of the boat, which you obviously couldn’t do on your own.

“Your weather boy will take me.” You demand, squaring your jaw and glaring up at him in defiance.

Some men snicker, and Jungkook even lets out a quiet snort. “Sorry, but I’m not allowed to go up there after dark. I’m just a weather boy.”

Your heart flips nervously and your gaze returns to the pirate captain, who waits, arm still extended, but instead with a smug smirk. You square your jaw at the jeers from the men around you and stand with wobbly legs up from the rowboat. A few whistles and snickers from the men send gross shivers down your spine. Glaring at them, and rounding your anger at the captain, you hold your ground. “I do not ask for help.”

You slap away his hand and take a hold of the rope on one side of the tiny wooden square, and take a shaking breath before stepping up and gripping the ropes with white knuckles. Immediately, the platform begins to shudder and twist as the men above hoist it up inch by inch. But the wobbling is much too unstable for you, your energy too drained to hold you up, and your hands already tired from the ropes used to bind you earlier, that everything gives way all at once. One moment, you’re shivering in the cold sharp air of the ocean whipping at your naked legs, and then another moment, you’re swallowed whole by the black ocean. You let out a scream at the cold, piercing water that laps around you.

You’re no longer covered by a thick, powerful tail, or your scales that protect you from the sharp salty cold of the sea. Your legs don’t have enough muscles in them to be able to kick, and you no longer have an air bladder that helps you rise or sink. With your new appendages and limbs unaccustomed to swimming without a tail, you immediately begin drowning. Water fills your lungs in a way unimaginably unwelcome, and all you see is black, black, black, and black. The salt stings your eyes, and you screw them shut by instinct, and your mouth opens in a scream that’s heard by no one in the thick water.

But then suddenly, an arm wraps around your waist and yanks you up harshly, pushing the remaining air out of your lungs, and up into the air. Your breath grates against your throat as you gasp for air and blink away the water in your eyes. When you come to, Captain Park is glaring down at you in the water with similar droplets dripping from his hairline and a permanent scowl on his face. He motions for the platform to be lowered again, and the wooden square slaps as it hits the water again.

He somehow maneuvers his foot on it, and pulls you close. “Stay close, unless you want to die in your own home,” he growls, and you cower, whimpering as you shiver in fear and shock and press yourself as close to him as you can. His arm comes strongly around your waist, and pulls you hard against his chest, and he motions his men to hoist you up.

You dangle in his hold as you both are pulled up into the colder air and pulled up to the deck. It’s masked in a golden glow of lamps, and you shiver as the air up bites you harder on your bare legs and shoulders. The captain first grips the lapels of the shirt tighter against your chest, and you gasp as his fingers come dangerously close to your breasts. But he doesn’t even give a second glance as he buttons it so that it stays closed. He then removes his own, unbuttoning his own white shirt and wrapping it around the one you already have.

He moves too close for comfort as he wrings it out and wraps it around your shoulders, naked sinews of skin and bronze shoulders and chest approaching you within inches as he focuses on buttoning up this one as well.

When he finishes, his gaze flickers up to your fearful ones before softening a bit. He blinks twice, and clears his throat, and turns away. His men lower their gazes as he turns, and they cower in reverence at their fearful leader.

“From now on, the mermaid is property of the captain. No man who wishes to keep his life will touch her, look at her, or even think about her without my permission.” He announces, and a few men glance a forlorn last look at your bare legs before averting their gaze. You shrink further into the two shirts wrapped around your figure.

The captain then turns, and leads you into a room. You hear the clamber of other mean hoisting up their rowboats and their shipmates onto the deck. Seemingly like a well-watered shoal, the men fall into step and line as they return to their duties for the night. The lanterns light up the quaint Captain’s quarters in a soft glow.

In one corner, is a large bed tucked away with clean white linens. In another, lies a tub with freshwater. The rest of the walls are lined with shelves lined with hundreds of books. You gawk at the sight, and are distracted for long enough for him to lead you in and shut the door behind you both. The slam catches your attention and you turn your surprised gaze back onto the fearful man.

“What do you plan on doing with me?” You ask, but this time your voice shakes despite your efforts to keep it steady and menacing. You’re so cold.

He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a firm look and then turns away to open a door hidden in the wall. He grabs a soft fluffy type of linen, and hands it to you.

“Wash yourself,” he instructs, “the saltwater will damage your skin. You’re no longer protected anymore, so you must clean and prepare like a human does.”

You take the towels hesitantly. He clears his throat, and his eyes dart around, as if trying not to look at you. Was the fearful captain pirate nervous? Really? Captain Park Jimin, the man who ruled the seven seas and had dominated all pirate ships and culture since the moment he took over? The man who had fearlessly taken down Kingdoms and ransacked nations with just a group of a few pirate men?

“I’ll be outside. When you’re finished, you may get some rest tonight in the bed.” He gestures there, and you glance at the linens that look clean, but nonetheless slept-in.

“Where will you sleep?” Your voice comes out softer, and calmer this time.

He glances around the room for a moment, before gesturing to the floor. “Here.”

He sees the quirk in your brow at your confusion, and answers again. “That way I can make sure you don’t run away and jump ship at night. Go,” he says, and turns away, “I will wait outside. There are clothes in the closet, dress yourself once you are finished.”

You nod, and the door shuts behind him. Finally loosening your grip on the shirts around your shoulders, you let them fall to the ground as you step into the tub of water. The cool, clean water immediately starts washing away the sting of the salt on your skin, and you enjoy the sound of the water lapping at your arms as you finish rinsing yourself off. Your hair begins to untangle as the salt washes out, and you rinse your eyes out of all the day’s horrendous work.

The red on your wrists are gone, and the only things remaining on your skin are a few pink stripes across the flesh. You sigh, and rest your back against the edge until a knock startles you.

“Y-yes?” you stammer, rushing to get out of the tub and wrap yourself in the towel.

“Are you finished?” His voice sounds.

“One moment,” you manage, and you wipe yourself off hastily as you clamber towards his closet and grab the first similar dry white shirt you can grab. You hastily pull it around your torso.

When you tell him you’re finished, the door slowly creaks open and a freshly washed, changed captain peers into the room. He sets his eyes on you standing nervously there, and lets out a sigh. “I never taught you how to use human clothes. Here, let me show you.”

He crosses the room, the door swinging shut behind him. He begins to fiddle with the small little circles on his shirt, and slowly his chest is revealed. You watch him carefully, tensing up to prepare for anything he tries. But he stops a few steps away from you and gestures for you to follow.

“These,” he points at the curious little circles, “Are called buttons. You pass them through the corresponding hole on the other side.” He demonstrates with one at the bottom. “And then, you just keep going up, and then you’re finished.”

You follow suit, your fingers dumbly fiddling with the circle until you’ve finished, but as you go up, you realize the buttons are completely mismatched. He chuckles at your frown, and steps closer. “If you may, let me.”

You stand silently as he carefully undoes each one and re-does it in the proper place, hands deftly passing over each button until the shirt sits properly on your figure, albeit a little loose. He steps back and surveys his work and nods to himself. Turning away, he rummages through the closet before producing an item of clothing similar to the ones he wears on his legs.

“These are pants,” he explains, handing them to you, “we wear them to cover our legs. These used to be our weather boy’s, until he grew up twice his size. Try them on. You should put your leg in each hole and pull it up to your waist here.”

You take the pants, and peer at the two peculiar holes before lifting a leg to step into them. But your legs are much too weak, and you’re not coordinated enough to stand on both for too long, much less just one. You tumble back, and fall on the hard wood, and the captain sighs as he extends a hand to help you up.

You take it and he swiftly pulls your arm up so you can stand, and points at the bed. “Sit,” he says gruffly, frowning a bit, “I will help you. Only because,” he points out, “you need to be dressed to sleep, and we have a full day ahead of us.”

Nodding, you silently sit. You’re much too fatigued to fight this man. He kneels on the ground in front of you, and takes the pants to thread your legs through them. When his rough fingers touch the skin of your lower leg, you jump, and his eyes dart up to yours.

“Are you hurt?”

You shake your head.

“Then why do you startle?” He asks, curiously, his fingers still hovering near your skin.

“I am...” you swallow, “not used to having legs.”

He chuckles a bit, and then guides your leg through one pants leg. “I assume so. I watched you transform.”

Of course. He’d watched you almost suffocate in the glass coffin that he’d prepared to trap you in once he’d caught you in his nets. Then when one of the men holding the coffin had tripped and dropped the coffin, it had shattered, and you’d tumbled out, no longer with the safety of saltwater to keep you from transforming. Without the necklace that held the magic of your tail, and without the saltwater around your body, you’d transformed completely, scales falling and melting off and tail dissolving before everyone’s horrified gazes into two legs.

As he grips your other leg, he pauses, eyes settling on a cut most likely induced from the shattered glass you tumbled out on when the coffin broke. You watch as his jaw hardens and he is a bit more gentle when guiding your leg through the pant leg. When he’s finished, he shows you how to pull them up around your waist with averted eyes, and how to tie them properly so they don’t slip.

“Wait,” he instructs, and grabs a small box from his closet. “You’re hurt there.”

You stay seated on the edge of the bed as he kneels again at your side, lifting one of your feet onto his knee and spreading some kind of paste onto your cut. It stings and you hiss at the feeling, but his fingers wrapped around your ankle firmly hold you in place. “Hold still,” he grits, “or else the wound will get infected.”

“Infected?” You echo.

He nods. “When humans get hurt, there are many diseases and bad things floating around in our air. If a wound gets badly infected here on the ocean...there is not much to be done for his life. We have very little help, so we must keep ourselves clean and our wounds cleaner.”

“Infection,” you hum, and he flickers his gaze up to yours for a moment before closing the box and standing up.

He returns, somehow, to the fearful and intimidating captain from one moment to the next. “Sleep,” he instructs with a hardened glare, pointing at the bed. And he turns away, replacing the box in the closet and closing the doors. He picks up the wet clothes you dropped near the tub and rings them out before exiting the room and returning without them. He brings out a set of linens, similar to the ones already on the bed you’re sitting on, and fashions them into a sort of bed at the foot of the door to his quarters. He blows out the lantern, and you can hear him shuffling back to his bed and laying down on them.

You do the same, putting some of the linens over your body and laying your head on the soft thicker fluffy things at the head of the bed. The boat creaks and groans, but you can distinctly hear the soft lullaby of the water lapping calmly against the edge of the boat. Murmurs and footsteps of other men walking around and preparing for sleep on the deck create a soft lull, and if you strain, you can hear the sounds of the captain breathing, a small distance away from you.

And before you know it, you enter the first sleep of your life on land, with a ferocious and deadly pirate sleeping at your feet.

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