#i feel like a baby for whining but also like being able to smoke increases my quality of life exponentially so

[bunny-priiince]

Person who's kink is to make sure I can smoke whenever I want

[lilykatelyn-blog]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 7 - 𝓱.𝓳𝓼 - LILY’S KINKTOBER

Pairing: Smoker!Han x fem!reader

genre: smut

theme: thigh riding

warnings: thigh riding, dry humping, clothed sex, kissing, making out, hickeys, groping ig?, reader cums in her pants, boob kink bc it’s Han, jealousy, hair pulling, he calls reader princess and baby, cigarettes, handjob, blowjob.

notes: this was so lazy 😭 I’m so sorry, please tell me if I should rewrite it.

“woah- you look..” Jisung trailed off as you walked into the party. “Slutty, I know. You can thank fucking Felix for that.” You glared at said man. “Just giving the people what they want!” he yelled to you, walking away to probably find Hyunjin, his boyfriend. “No, you look.. great. Like, really great.” Pausing a bit before saying the last great in his sentence. “Okay..” you gave him a skeptical look, not failing to notice how his eyes flickered to your chest. “I’m gonna go find Dahyun, see ya.” You waved, also not failing to notice how his eyes trailed to your barely covered thighs and he visibly gulped. You turned around, feeling his burning face on you, if looks could kill, you’d have a hole in the back of your head right now. You felt his eyes on you all night, even while you were talking to Seungmin. “He’s staring, go talk to him.” Seungmin said once he had enough of Han’s pining. “No, he makes me nervous~” you whined, hitting Seungmin’s chest. He just chuckled and walked away, noticing Han walking over. “Hey, you wanna get out of here?” He asked, nudging your shoulder. “Uh, Yeah, why not?” You quickly spoke, internally chastising yourself for being so openly nervous. Following his lead, he opened the car door for you, getting into the drivers seat and starting the car. He put his hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down, constantly inching up closer to your heat, but teasing you by going back to your knee. Your arousal was increased tenfold with the way his fingers traced circles on your thigh.

He pulled into a parking lot, confusing you even more than you already were. “C’mon, I got cigs in the back.” He climbed into the backseat, pulling out a pack. “Why?” You asked, very ready to smoke, but still curious. “I- well- I was bored!” He whined, trying to justify his actions. You both took turns smoking the same joint, getting high with no explanation because these were normal cigs, right? “Oh yeah, these were infused with weed.” He giggled, taking another smoke. “What?!” You laughed, not even able to be serious. “Oh, princess you should have seen how hot you looked, wanted to fuck you right there.” He whispered in your ear, not able to be serious at all, but very horny as you took a smoke. “You too Hannie, should see how wet I am.” You guided his hand down to your heat, whining. “Fuck,” he pulled you onto his lap, moving you back and forth, while whining at the stimulation of his bulge.

both of you were a sweaty and horny mess as you grinded against each other. “Fuck, ride my thigh.” He managed to get out, sobering up quickly. He pulled his cock out, leading your hand to jerk him off while you rode his thigh. He fondled your boobs roughly, not even trying to gentle, just trying to get you to reach your release before he did, not wanting to prematurely come like a horny teenager, though he wasn’t far from being one. Moving back and forth, you felt the knot get tighter, but you just couldn’t get it to snap. “Sungie, please, need to cum.” You begged, he put his hand against your underwear, dress rolled up above your boobs at some point, and he rubbed your clit back and forth, leading you off the edge. “Fuck, so good,” you murmured after coming down from your high, you got on your knees in front of him and slowly teased his hard dick. “Fuck, baby, please.” He begged as you took his head into your mouth, slowly going down to take him in fully. “Fuck,” he whined, throwing his head back as his cock hit the back of your throat. His hand flew to the back of your head, softly guiding your head up and down. You slowly increased your pace with no regards for his sanity, going up and down quicker while your hand fondled his balls, inching him closer and closer to his release. “I’m close- please, please, please!” He begged, bc who doesn’t love whiny Han? You put his cock in between your boobs, trapped behind your jet black, lace bra, and bounced up and down, making him come with a loud moan, all over your chest and face. Getting up, you cuddled him on his lap. “Fuck, we need to do that again.” He sighed out, suddenly calmed from the post nut clarity. “Definitely, but take me out on a date first.” You giggled, rolling down a window to let some of the smoke out. “Of course, I’m not an asshole!”

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[bakedcolson]

Libido \\ Machine Gun Kelly

Machine Gun Kelly x Female Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos) , language

Authors note: this is my first fic I’ve ever posted to tumblr so sorry if it sucks :/, I have a part 2 I’m working on for this so stay tuned. I’m also from Florida hence why it’s included in this, ok enjoy!!

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You and Colson’s vacation in Florida turned out to be super lame. Other than seeing your family, your hometown didn’t have much to offer, so you resorted to smoking weed in your childhood bedroom and egging your old high school.

That was until today, your flight was set for tomorrow so you both had a hotel room in orlando for the night. You had suggested we go to Disney springs or city-walk, but all you got was moans and groans from the blonde fucker.

That was until you both passed by a sex shop that was on the same street as your hotel, noticing the pills that you had seen on TikTok that were said to increase libido and basically make you both rabbits, you decided to give it a whirl. Both of you took 2 and waited.

“Man it’s been an hour and I don’t feel shit,” colson complained, stretching himself out on the hotel bed. “They probably sold us diet pills or something,” You joked. “This isn’t funny Y/N, I spent $20 on those things.”

“Did you see how cheesy that place looked?” You giggled. “Ok how about this, maybe I try things to get us in the mood?”

“That literally negates the whole purpose of us buying those pills,” he groaned. “Are you seriously gonna be mad at your girlfriend who is trying to help you get your dick wet?”

“First of all I hated the phrasing of that but fine ok, got any ideas?” “Close your eyes,” You said and he obliged. “Do you remember the last time we went to Vegas?” You asked. “Of course I do, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“I’m not finished yet genius, do you remember what we did our last night there?” You asked, biting a smile back as if to hide it from him. “Oh?” he smirked. “Do continue.”

“Remember when we sat on the bed and you put your hand up my skirt ,” You said, stepping so your mouth was right near his ear, “mmm felt so good, baby” You whispered and heard his breath hitch your words. You backed up to where you were originally and his eyes shot open, eyes black with lust.

“I want you,” Colson breathed and reached to grab your hand. “Are you sure that’s not the pills talking?” You giggled. “No this is definitely me talking now, l-“ You cut him off by crashing your lips onto his. He pulled you so you was straddling his lap, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down harshly.

“Nuh uh” You started, “shirt off, now”.

He did as he was told and threw it across the room, exposing his colorful chest. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the raven tattoo in the middle. “You think you can just throw commands at me like that?” Colson asked as you lifted your head back up. “I don’t know, just worked didn’t it?” You bit back before he flipped you over so you were beneath him in a clumsy instant.

“I let you be in control when I feel like it, got it?” He asked, his hand around your throat applying pressure. You nodded, barely being able to choke out a word. “Good,” was all he said before he pulled your jeans the rest of the way down and dove his fingers into your underwear, rubbing your clit in circles.

“Fuck,” You groaned, throwing your head back. “More colson, please”

“use your words princess, what do you want?” His hot breath ghosting your ear. “Want you, your fingers,” You choked out. “Shirt off first baby girl”. You sat up and threw your shirt somewhere before laying back down. He pulled a bra strap down exposing your left breast before taking it in his mouth, still continuing to pump his fingers.

The overstimulation had you seeing stars. “Mmm closee,” You hummed. He continued for a moment before stopping and pulling his fingers out, whining at the loss of contact. “Asshole,” You mumbled as you pouted at him. “Patience baby”.

He sat up and pulled his jeans off, throwing on the ground before crawling back up to connect your lips again, your clothed middles meeting making him groan out. “I want these off,” You whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe as you did so, grabbing the elastic before pulling it back, making it slap against his skin. “Don’t be a fucking tease”.

“Oh? And you’re the one to talk Baker?” You snapped back. “Fuck you” “kinda hoping you would.”

He slid his boxers down his legs and You grabbed the waistband of your panties wanting to slide them down before a large hand stopped you. “No let me.” He pulled them down your thighs and You kicked them off the bed, a slender finger opening your folds causing you to gasp. “Who got you this wet princess?”

“You did, baby, you did”.

“Fuck yeah I did,” Colson said lowly, kissing you and aligning himself with your entrance. After he pulled away you opened your eyes to see him looking fondly at you, softness in his baby blues. “I love you, you know that right?” You flushed at his words before smiling widely. “I love you more,” You started, “now will you please fuck me?”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he said, and with that he pushed into you. You both groaned at the feeling while he gave you a second to adjust before slowly starting to thrust.

He felt so good as he picked up the pace, Your nails leaving half moon marks on his back. “Fuck,” he groaned, “keep doing that and I won’t last much longer.” You just hummed in response and let out a breathy moan. His hands fell to your sides, pushing you down harder on his dick. Your mouth fell into an “O” shape and a string of moans fell from your mouth.

“Are you close?” He asked and you nodded, your vision being clouded. “Cum for me angel”, and with that you felt yourself come undone, he followed shortly after and collapsed on top of you.

“Jesus dude,” You breathed as you slowly caught your breath, “we definitely don’t need those pills to begin with”.

“Got that right,” colson responded as he moved to lay besides you. “Can we still go to Disney springs? They don’t close for another few hours.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now you dork?” He responded as he chuckled. “Hey we went to that stupid sex shop you wanted, you give me Disney lover boy”.

[illumisbundles]

i am requesting anything sero mainly bc i trust you with my baby daddy

this was honestly supposed to be cute and fluffy but something happened along the way and it ended up being a one-shot, lmao. but here’s your spicy-sero-flavored juice. 😗✨

content warning(s): jealous!dom!sero × sub!fem!reader; cannabis usage; exhibitionism (i think?); light degradation; some spanking; fingering; edging; cockwarming

minors dni!

— IT REALLY WASN’T WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE. you and mina were at the bar mingling, but she left to go quickly use the bathroom, leaving you and a purple-haired bartender alone. he saw this as an opportunity to strike up a conversation, which you happily engaged in. but you didn’t think anything of it, not that you were able to, really. you were a bit tipsy, and he was good company. he had a dry humor about him that you liked, and you found yourself laughing at his jokes. not to mention his pretty, amethyst eyes that you found yourself gazing at. they were just so purple, and you hadn’t seen anything like it before. you also hadn’t realized that he was flirting with you but it was okay, because (un)luckily, your boyfriend, sero, noticed for you.

so now the two of you were in the women’s bathroom with the door locked, you being bent over the sink with your skirt hiked up, ass sticking out just the way he liked it.

“look at this, you walked out of the house with nothing under this? why, so you could flash the bartender this pretty pink pussy of yours? is that it?” sero growled, smacking your ass with every other word spoken, causing you to shake your head, whimpering behind a bitten lip. but that wasn’t enough of an answer for him. “use your words little girl, stop shaking your head. you seemed to have had no problem earlier.”

“n-no!” you answer with a slight cry, for the man behind you spanked you again. “It wasn’t like that, i swear! we were just talking!”

unfortunately for you, the plea, much like you muffled cries and moans, fell on deaf ears as sero continued to spank your ass. eventually though, he began to get bored with only spanking, and decided to take it up a notch by stuffing his long fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. once he felt that they were wet enough, he pulled them from your mouth and sat them on your already dripping treasure.

“you didn’t need me to prep you, huh? you’re already dripping wet,” he marveled more so to himself, circling your clit with two of his fingers before slipping them inside of you.

“hanta…” you whined as he pumped his fingers as fast as he could inside of you, making your legs shake underneath you.

“open your eyes and look in the mirror,” sero demanded you, and you obeyed, watching as the two of you made eye contact.

sero’s eyes were anything but warm as the whites of it had a slight pinkness to it, indicating that he was a bit under the influence, and his irises were swirling around with lust. he was focused on you, watching the lewd faces you were making while you rutted against his hand to increase the friction.

“yeah, right there,” you moaned as you felt yourself reaching your peak. he looked so fine from behind you, toned arms flexing as he sped up his pace, his ponytail flopping with every thrust he made and dangling crosses that hung from his ear clinking together.

“yeah?” your boyfriend repeated after you, shifting his fingers so that the tips of it would hit that sensitive spot inside of you. “you wanna cum for me, sweetness? let me hear you say it.”

“oh, i’m gonna— shit, yeah, i’m gonna cum for you. hanta, fuck, right there!”

your walls began to clench tightly around his fingers, signaling that you were nearing your climax. his fingers were curling up inside of you and it felt so good, it was almost as if you could taste the bliss that was about to take over your body. but as soon as you going to get there, he snatched his fingers away from your body. he was very lucky your quirk didn’t involve sight because if it did, he’d be dead on the ground. sero only looked back at you, sucking your flavor from off his middle and ring fingers.

“sero what the fuck was that?!” you asked him, almost angry. he raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.

“oh you thought i was going to let you cum? only good girls get to do that. now stand up, and let’s go.”

when leaving the bathroom, you could feel sero’s palm sgainst the small of your back, gently guiding you. it was as warm as when he sat his hand on the side of his waist. it felt impersonal, almost, and you knew then that you’d messed up.

“oh there they are!” kirishima exclaimed as the two of you headed back to you all’s section. mina was back from wherever she ran off to, and denki and bakugou were nursing their drinks. “where were you guys, we were looking all over for ya?”

“yeah, sorry. y/n needed to use the bathroom,” sero explained, dragging you back to you guys’ spot in the corner. you were going to sit down next to him but it seemed that sero had other plans when he grabbed you to sit down onto his lap.

he wrapped his arms around you and placed a soft kiss against your neck before whispering into your ear, instructing you to pull out his dick and sit on it.

“sero, here? but—”

“shut the fuck up and just do it,” he growled in your ear, grabbing your hips to lift you up while you (as discreetly as you could) followed his directions. sero then eased you onto his length, whose tip was nearly kissing your cervix. you had to bite back a moan. “and don’t move.”

it was different now that the two of you were back out amongst the people, since the bathroom hat allotted you a bit of privacy. the two of you appeared to be cuddled up, and though very unlikely due to how dark the club is, just knowing that there was a chance of someone catching onto the hell that was breaking loose beneath the table had your adrenaline going, and you had no idea if you liked it or not.

hanta had sparked up another blunt, and was busy occupying himself with that and boy did it drive you wild, watching puffs of smoke in all types of shapes and sizes escape from his airways, only for it to be sucked right back in. you so badly wanted him to grab you by the chin so you could shotgun it, but you knew better than to ask him now. not while he was upset with you.

but while one hand was holding the blunt, the other was busy gripping your thigh, fingertips steadily making their way toward your throbbing heat. they finally reached the meeting of your thighs, and you nearly fell apart. you began to rock your hips against his fingers to create some friction to bring about even the tiniest bit of pleasure, but sero put a stop to that.

“stop moving,” he demanded, slapping the side of your thigh, making you cease your movements. you only swallowed, deciding to obey and just follow directions, not wanting to dig yourself in a bigger hole, and revel in the sensation of sero’s immobilized fingers. “i want you to sit there and think about what you’re missing.”

how couldn’t you? he was being the biggest tease, nevermind the fact that his dick was inside of you, unmoving. but he seemed to be fine, engaging in conversations whenever he felt like it, even including you just to be petty while “rearranging” his position, knowing that it’ll choke you up. all of this over a fucking conversation? you thought. good grief. but you knew better than to voice that, so you stayed quiet for a while, listening in on your friends’ conversations while trying to ignore the sexual frustration that was building up.

“hanta, i wanna go home,” you whined once the boys began talking amongst themselves, no longer able to withstand the feeling of your boyfriend just sitting idly inside of you.

sero looked over at you with lazy eyes, pulling the rolled leaf away from his lips and blowing the smoke in your face before saying, “and i want a girlfriend who doesn’t go around flirting with every man she sees.”

“i wasn’t flirting with him—!”

“who the fuck’re you getting loud with, huh?” he hissed, instantly shutting you up by grabbing you by the throat and gently squeezing the sides of it. “you want to get embarrassed? you want me to let everybody know how much of a slut you are?”

how were you surrounded by future heroes and none of them were noticing what was going on between the two of you? absolutely useless, they’d be.

“no hanta, i—”

“who?” sero asked, squeezing the sides of your neck a bit tighter.

“daddy,” you quickly corrected yourself. “no daddy, i don’t. i’ll be good,

“that’s what i thought, now pipe the fuck down. you’re ruining my high.”

needless to say, you were in for it when the two of you leaving the club.

— unedited.

[lasting-inkpressions]

Why not me? (Chapter One)

Summary: Denali has been single all his life, and has always been secretly envious of everyone around him being able to find love so easily. Rosé proposes the perfect solution for his best friend. The tricky thing about perfect solutions?

They’re not always perfect.

Note: I lost count of the number of times I rewrote the first half alone just trying to figure out the style I wanted to write this in and what sounded good. Writing is hard when you're severely out of practice.

Prefer reading it on AO3?

The sunlight sifted through the blinds, and an odd mix of blaring cars and birds screeching seemed to almost echo in the bedroom. A figure almost completely buried beneath thick blankets groaned and curled up into an even tighter ball, wanting to ignore the world outside. He felt warm and secure where he was, but the dull throb of his hangover was starting to increase to a pounding in his head. Taking a deep breath, the young man registered the familiar scent of smoke, stale beer and dried roses. He wrinkled his nose, snuffling into the blanket for a good few seconds, before whining at the next particularly aggressive car honk outside.

It wasn’t his first time getting hammered, but that didn’t make the experience any more enjoyable.

Whimpering a little as the pounding in his head increased and at how his stomach was starting to roil a little from all the alcohol he had consumed last night, it took Denali a while to realise that there were fingers gently caressing his back, fluttering gently up and down his spine.

“Denali, baby…”

He stilled for a second as he felt the fingers on his back slowly trail up to gently comb through his hair, before turning around. It was then did he realise that he wasn’t alone in bed, nor was he even in his own bed. The blanket shifted against his body, and that’s when he made his third discovery of the morning.

He wasn’t even wearing any clothes.

Denali blinked at his state of undress and shot up, instantly regretting his decision as he bent over, groaning in his nausea and discomfort. He heard a deep raspy chuckle from his right, and blindly smacked at the source of the laughter. Ignoring the other man laughing at his expense, Denali frowned while struggling to recall last night’s events.

“Rosie, why am I naked?”

The chuckles stopped then, and the room fell silent, except for the distant sounds of cars and the world outside. Denali swallowed, suddenly feeling scared. Why wasn’t Rosé saying anything?

“You don’t remember what happened last night?”

Denali slowly turned to face Rosé, eyes steadfastly glued to his face and ignoring the older’s very much bare chest. “What do you mean by what happened last night? What happened?”

Rosé chuckled and combed his fingers through Denali’s hair again, before trailing down and cupping his cheek. “Baby, I’m hurt. And here I thought we had such a good time together.��� Rosé replied smoothly, his thumb stroking Denali’s cheek as the younger gawked at him.

“Wait a minute, what?!”

The younger boy scrambled out from beneath the sheets before unexpectedly slipping off the bed with a yelp, landing painfully on his back. He groaned and opened his eyes, finally realising that he was still in his underwear, and the only thing sore about him was his back from the fall. A second later, hysterical laughter sounded from the bed as Rosé began to laugh hard. “Oh my god, Denali, you should have seen your face when I said that! It was pure gold.”

Denali rolled his eyes and sat up, wincing at the pain in both his back and his head. He tugged at the pillow at the edge of the bed and threw it at Rosé, satisfied when it hit him in the face with a thump, effectively stopping his laughter. “That wasn’t funny! I really thought that something happened last night.” Snorting, Rosé pushed himself to the edge of the bed and gave Denali a hand.

“Well, I wasn’t really lying when I implied something happened last night. It’s just not what you thought had happened.”

Denali frowned at Rosé’s vagueness, scratching his head. “Wait, so something did happen?”

Eyes twinkling, Rosé shoved the blanket off him and got out of bed, revealing that he was also only half decent, sporting a pair of briefs. He stretched a little before ruffling Denali’s hair, ignoring his indignant yelp. “Let me fill you in after we both wash up and have some food in us, because I refuse to have this conversation with my boyfriend on an empty stomach.”

Winking, Rosé playfully tapped Denali on the nose as he walked past him, heading for the bathroom while the younger boy took a moment to process what he had just heard.

“Wha- Did you just call me your boyfriend?”

Denali trailed after him before promptly having the bathroom door shut in his face. He pouted and went over to the other bathroom in the house, knowing the toothbrush that he had just used last week would still be there. He’d stayed over at Rosé’s often enough that he knew where everything was in his guest bathroom, from where the spare towels were to how his own shampoo and shower gel bottles were shoved in the corner of the shower.

He had just gone through the motions of brushing his teeth and relieving his bladder, when he took a quick sniff of himself, grimacing at how he could smell the lingering smell of smoke and alcohol. He hopped into the shower, knowing Rosé wouldn’t mind, and took a quick shower, humming as he let the warm water wash away the sweat and grime from last night. When he was done, he snagged a towel from the side cupboard and wrapped it around his waist, having thrown his underwear into the laundry basket (he swore he’d help with the laundry later). Denali exited the bathroom and went back to Rosé’s bedroom. He ignored his pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the bedroom and instead rifled through Rosé’s drawers, snagging a pale pink hoody and pair of black shorts. He drew the line at borrowing his underwear and chose to go commando instead.

Following the smell and sounds of sizzling bacon, Denali shuffled off to the kitchen and saw Rosé over at the stove, a loose green t-shirt thrown on over soft grey track pants. He went over to the older boy that was carefully flipping over the pieces of bacon and hopped onto the counter. The toaster pinged a second later, and Rosé fetched the slices of toast and put them onto the two plates of eggs that were already done, sliding the cooked bacon onto the plate too and handed one full plate to Denali.

Rosé hopped onto the counter top next to Denali and passed a fork over to him before they both started on breakfast, savouring the taste of warm greasy food and the quiet morning. Once they were done, Denali helped Rosé with washing the dishes while the older dried. The quiet stillness didn’t last though, with how Denali was buzzing with anticipation, the food having helped with the nausea and the aspirin he had popped into his mouth earlier now kicking in. With the last dish put away, Denali dragged an amused Rosé by the wrist to the couch in the living room, sitting the both of them down.

Knee bouncing in anticipation, Denali could now finally get some answers. “Now that we’re both clean and had our fill like you wanted, tell me exactly what happened last night.”

Rosé frowned, “You really don’t remember?”

“No! Why would I ask you if I did?” Denali whined. “Come on, Rosie. I’m dying to know! You know how my memory gets when I’m drunk! I’d forget my own head if it weren’t attached to my body.”

Rosé laughed, “You have a point there.”

“Right? So tell me!”

The older rolled his eyes at the younger’s whining. “So bossy. Don’t pout at me like that, it’s true! Okay, so how much do you remember about last night?” Rosé asked, leaning back against the couch as he watched Denali trying to recall the events from the night before.

“Well… I remember drinking a shot or two-“ Rosé snorted, “Really? Just one or two? More like nine or ten.”

“Okay, fine I lost count after the fourth one. Anyways, I remember going to the dance floor and dancing with Mik and Kandy. I think you were at the bar talking to Jan? And then Olivia and Utica joined us later, then…”

Pausing, Denali scratched his head before continuing. “I think I went to the bar to get another shot, and then I sat down with you because Jan had gone off… Oh.”

He remembered now. He remembered why he went to the bar after Olivia and Utica had joined them when they were dancing.

They had been dancing hard, and were generally having a good time, swaying and dancing with each other to the beat when the music transitioned to a slower number. Kandy and Mik had jokingly began slow dancing, and Denali had been laughing at their antics when he noticed Olivia and Utica had begun dancing closer, arms wrapped around each other. Utica was whispering into Olivia’s ear and the other boy was giggling at whatever Utica was saying, hiding his face in the taller one’s shoulder shyly.

The display of affection had struck a chord in Denali. It was something he had never experienced himself so far, a romance of sorts like that, something that he had secretly wanted to have for a long time but never actually quite knew how to. He turned back to Kandy and Mik, and noticed that the pair had disappeared somewhere. Faced with the choice of dancing alone awkwardly in a sea of couples, Denali instead tipsily stumbled through the crowd and headed back to the bar. Jan must have wandered off because Rosé was now alone, the stool next to him vacant. Denali plopped down next him, a full on pout coming on as he ordered himself a shot.

Rosé turned to face Denali, noting the younger’s down expression. “Okay baby, who hurt you, and who do I have to kill?”

Denali shook his head, eyes staring gloomily at the bar’s counter top. “No one, I’m just being dumb, that’s all.” The bartender dropped the shot off in front of Denali, before attending to another customer at the other end of the bar. Picking up the shot and downing it, Denali barely shuddered at the taste, having been numbed to it a good half hour ago. He toyed with the glass in his hands, before sighing as Rosé looked at him expectantly, his own glass of scotch held loosely between his hands.

“I know this is going to sound dumb, but I just feel sort of lonely, that’s all.” Rosé blinked at Denali’s admission, confusion painted on his face. “Lonely? What do you mean by that?”

“It’s nothing, it’s just… I don’t know Rosie, I mean look at all those people dancing on the dance floor. Look at Olivia and Utica.”

Rosé turned to look at the dancing couples, then their pair of slow dancing friends, and finally understood.

“Oh, you mean that kind of lonely.” Denali sniffed miserably in response, calling the bartender over for another drink, this time asking for a gin and tonic. The bartender fixed up his drink and passed it to Denali, swiping the empty shot glass in the process as he moved on to the next inebriated customer. “Yeah, that kind of lonely. I guess I’m just sick of being single. Everyone seems to be able to find love so easily. I mean, look at the two of them!” He spun in his stool so he was facing the dance floor with Rosé, and gestured at Olivia and Utica. “And then there’s Gigi and Crystal, Brooke and Vanjie, heck even Kandy and Joey!”

Rosé scoffed. “Baby, Kandy and Joey are not exactly the best example. For one thing, they’re not even together, and I’m pretty sure Joey would get a restraining order against Kandy if he could.”

Denali smothered his laughter and smacked Rosé’s shoulder. “Your’e terrible, but that’s not the point! I’m just- Is there…” He got a little quiet, suddenly feeling vulnerable under the older’s probing eyes, and traced the condensation on his glass. “Is there something wrong with me? I mean there has to be if no one’s even taken an interest in me, right?” Denali heard the sound of a stool being dragged and suddenly a hand was on his right thigh, Rosé’s thumb rubbing soothing circles.

“Denali, you know that’s not true. You’re an amazing person who’s crazy talented and so incredibly gorgeous. Anyone out there would be lucky to even go out on one date with you.”

Sniffing, Denali raised his glass and drained it, relishing the burn of it going down his throat and feeling the fogginess in his mind increase even more. “Sure, that’s why I’ve been so single all my life. Face it Rosie, no one wants me.” He mumbled, slurring a little. Rosé went quiet at his statement, and Denali took that as his cue to leave. He placed his empty glass back onto the counter, and moved to push Rosé’s hand off his thigh when the older caught his hand instead, and looked him straight in the eye.

“Then why don’t you just go out with me?” Denali froze, glazed brown eyes staring back into clear green ones. There were several beats of silence before Rosé tightened his grip on his hand. “Denali?”

“Are you- Are you serious?”

Rosé nodded, beginning to play with Denali’s fingers, though his eyes never left his.

“Sure, I mean that’s what you want, right?” Denali frowned, revelling just a little at the feeling of Rosé’s calloused fingers tracing the lines of his palm, before replying. “I want… To date you?”

Chuckling Rosé moved closer to Denali, now holding both his hands. “No baby, you want to know what it’s like to be in a relationship right? Then why not just go out with me? It wouldn’t really be too much of a change between us, and you trust me, right?” Denali looked down at their clasped hands, then looked back up at Rosé. For a split second, he thought he saw nervousness in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by another look, something Denali couldn’t quite put his finger on. He bit his lip, unsure of how to respond. Rosé saw his hesitance, and squeezed his hands, before moving his right hand to cup Denali’s cheek.

“I promise that I’d never hurt you.” Denali shuddered, suddenly hyper aware of Rosé’s presence. “I- So how would that work? If I said yes, would that make you my boyfriend?”

Rosé nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching. “If that’s what you want, we can do that. I’d be as much as your boyfriend as you’d be mine.”

“But for how long?”

“As long as you want, baby.”

Denali swallowed, his brain trying to work against the fog that was clouding his mind as Rosé pulled away to take another drink of his scotch, though his eyes were still trained on him. “What if I said I wanted to try it out for just a month or two?” Rosé shrugged, “Then we’ll do it for a month or two.”

“What about a week?”

“Then we can do it for a week.”

“What if I wanted I wanted it to just be a day?”

“Then we’ll do it for a day.”

“What about an hour?”

Rosé chuckled, hearing the mischief in Denali’s voice.

“Then we’ll make it the most amazing hour ever.”

Denali threw his head back in laughter, dimples in full display as he turned to face Rosé fully. “Rosie, have I told you how much I love you?” Rosé smiled softly in response. “All the time.” Smiling tipsily back at Rosé, he tilted his head as if in thought, before nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay to..?”

“Okay, I’ll be our boyfriend, and you can be mine.”

Hours later back on Rosé’s couch, Denali was holding his head in his hands, cheeks a bright red as he shook his head in disbelief.

“I am never drinking again.”

“Wow, not even a day has passed and you’re already regretting asking me to be your boyfriend?”

Denali glared at Rosé. “First off, you know that’s not what I meant, and secondly, wasn’t it you that asked me to go out with you?” Shrugging, Rosé reached over to grab his phone on the coffee table.

“Well, the offer still stands. After all, it’s Insta official now.” He tapped his screen several times before showing his Instagram story feed to Denali. In the next few stories that played, it showed Denali taking selfies and shaky videos with Rosé, proclaiming how he was officially taken and that they were boyfriends now. Denali tapped to his own profile and saw that there was even a blurry shot of the two of them. Rosé’s arm was wrapped around his shoulders and Denali was leaning against him with a large grin stretched across his face. While Denali was looking at the camera, Rosé was instead looking down at Denali with a smile on his face. The caption simply read “Besties to boyfriendssssssss”. He returned the phone back to Rosé, ignoring the 34 comments that he’d decided to read later.

He could always play it off as a joke, but still, he was curious. Denali knew that Rosé had a lot of experience with relationships and love, having witnessed firsthand his best friend being in a relationship just a year ago, and being there for him when it had ended. Before then though, he remembered how Rosé had been a very supportive and attentive boyfriend, and there were moments when Denali had caught himself wishing that he could experience that too. He shifted on the couch before looking back up at Rosé, who was looking back at him expectantly.

He was still waiting for a reply.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out Denali’s answer.

“A month or a two right?”

“For as long as you want.”

Denali nodded then, a small smile on his face.

“Boyfriends it is then.”

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Not too sure how many chapters this will end up being. I have several ideas dancing in my head, so I'll have to map them all out first. In any case, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. (:

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Move me, baby [Billy Hargrove]

Prompt: #1 (“I love it when you moan my name.”) + #29 (“I want to watch you fall apart.”) off the smut section of this prompt list 

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: please don’t read this if you’re under 18. Basically porn without a plot, fingering, oral sex (fem! receiving), unprotected sex (condoms are cool and you should use them), dirty talking, cursing, slight praise kink.

A/N: Firstly, I apologize to anyone who thought I was pure of mind and heart. This is one of the first smuts I’ve written, so please send in some feedback! I’m also very sorry for the lack of consistent updates, but here’s a little something that I hope can count as a little apology of sorts. Enjoy! 

It was one of those days. You had been trying to focus your attention on the movie playing on the screen, but as cute as you found Rob Lowe to be, it wasn’t enough to make you forget about Billy.  If it weren’t for the fact that you had already seen the movie a thousand times and knew the plot like the back of your hand, you would’ve been completely lost. The Outsiders was one of your favorites, but in that particular moment, it just wasn’t nearly as interesting as the blonde standing a few feet away from you. And oh, didn’t he know it.

Billy was perfectly aware of the effect his movements had on you. The way in which his muscles tensed and flexed, the veins in his arms popping into view. The bouncing of his curls every time he moved his arms up and down with the weight. The rapid pace in which his chest rose as he took in a breath of smoke, a cigarette resting dangerously on the tip of his lips.

The gleam in his eyes as he turned over to see you watching him intently, your eyes never leaving him. He knew just the way he made you feel, and he loved it.

“You look a little bored over there, doll,” he muttered in-between puffs, careful not to drop the cigarette on the carpet floor.

“Bored, me?” You shook your head, letting out a little laugh. You chose your words carefully. You had a goal in mind and knew just how to reach it. “Never, not with such a view.”

He smirked. You wanted him to, to get him feeling at least a tenth of the way he made you feel.

“Still, I know of another thing we could be doing,” you muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Billy’s muscles tensed a little tighter and he knew you could see it. He huffed as he moved to let the weight down on the floor, raising his hand up to his mouth to pluck the cigarette from his lips.

He strode over to you, walking slowly as he made eye contact with you. The movie played softly on the background, completely forgotten by the two of you. The heat between your legs grew with every step he took.

“This is what you’ve wanted all along, huh?” He muttered, taking a drag from the cigarette and handing it over to you just as he reached the sofa. You placed it in between your lips and inhaled, attracting Billy’s eyes down to your lips. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the look you’ve been giving me.”

You smiled, exhaling a string of smoke as Billy knelt down in front of you. You leaned forward, placing your arms on your thighs and gave him a toothy smile. You were so close to him you could feel the warmth of his body radiate against yours, and the two of you weren’t even touching yet.

“Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, trying your best to sound innocent. You knew he wasn’t buying any of it, but you didn’t care. The longer you played it out, the better the result. “I was talking ‘bout Scrabble.”

Taking the cigarette from your fingers, Billy let out a laugh. He turned briefly to light it out in the ash tray that rested on the coffee table, and returned his attention to you. The way in which his blue eyes seemed to pierce right through you almost got you shivering, because no body had ever looked at you like that. Like he knew all about you, and still wanted to know more.

“Scrabble, huh? Well then, I guess you don’t mind if I do this,” Billy spoke, moving his hands up to rest on your knees. You were already so eager, the soft touch of his palms burned against your skin. The tip of his fingers caressed your skin, tracing soft, invisible circles.

“I don’t mind at all,” you answered, your eyes not leaving his. His hands traveled further up your legs just as his smirk grew, his fingers still tracing an invisible yet intricate pattern on your skin. “In fact, I think you were right. I’m becoming quite bored.”

Billy’s eyes darkened. You were practically but daring him to take you right then and there, and was never one to back on a dare. His fingers came to touch the hem of your jeans skirt, delving under it and just grazing over the soft fabric of your panties.

“I wouldn’t want you to be bored, baby. What kind of boyfriend would that make me?” He whispered, clicking his tongue as the movement of his hands stopped.

Your breath hitched as his fingers moved over your heat, barely coming into contact with the wet patch in your panties that grew with the second. You bit the inside of your cheek, not wanting to give away just how much you needed him to actually touch you.

“I can see the way you look at me, love,” he whispered, applying the slightest bit of pleasure with his fingers. “You’re so fucking needy.”

Billy’s fingers came to rest just over your clit, caressing through the fabric but just not hard enough. You could barely feel him, and it was driving you insane.

“And you’re such a fucking tease,” you whispered as your hips bucked involuntarily against his hand, earning nothing but a laugh from Billy.

“Don’t you think it’s fair I tease you a little bit, baby?” He asked, looking right into your eyes as movements increased in speed. “You’ve been doing it all afternoon. Looking at me like that. I could barely concentrate.”

You thought you were good with words, but Billy was always better. He knew just what to say to have you squirming under him without having to do much.

“I didn’t mean to, Billy,” you replied. Billy smiled, his hand already pressing harder against your core. “Please, don’t tease.”

“But it’s so much fun,” and just as those words left his mouth, his hand moved away from you.

You whined, crossing your arms over your chest but not being able to grow mad at him as his hands moved upward your body, fumbling with the button of your skirt.

“I don’t want it getting in the way,” he said as he popped the button off and moved the zipper all the way down. Still as playful as ever, Billy took his sweet time in pulling both the skirt and your panties down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor.

He smiled, admiring just how wet you had grown already. The sight must have made him forget about the teasing, as he quickly lowered his head down to your legs.

Billy almost moaned at the feeling of your warm skin against his lips, his own pants becoming ever so tight as he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down your heat. Finally giving in, you let out a moan as your head fell against the top of the couch.

Your hand moved to rest on top of Billy’s head, fingers tangling themselves deep in Billy’s blonde curls. He groaned at the feeling, licking a stripe all the way up from your opening to your clit. His tongue flicked over the bud a few times, giving you time to get used to the feeling before he pressed hard against it.

“Fucking hell, Billy,” you breathed out just as he moved one of his hands down from your waist to meet his mouth. “That feels so damn good.”

He separated his mouth from you, making you whine. Two of his fingers took its place as they spread your lips apart, gathering some of your wetness all over his digits.

“I love it when you moan my name,” he whispered, lowering his face once more to come into contact with your body. “Show me just how good I’m making you feel.”

It was as if his own words fueled his behavior, as he started lapping mercilessly at your clit just as  his fingers started teasing your entrance. You weren’t even trying to keep quiet anymore, and the fact that Billy was eating you out on his couch, right in front of the door added to the burning feeling that was already pooling in your stomach.

“Music to my ears, baby,” he said against your skin, the vibrations making you grasp even harder upon his curls. You let out a loud whine as he introduced his fingers, curling them just enough to have you grinding your hips against his face. “That’s so fucking hot. You gonna cum?”

You wanted to answer, but your mind was blank and your mouth hung wide open, and so the only sound coming from it were the unapologetic moans he adored so much.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned as he added yet another finger, beginning to pump his digits in and out of your entrance. “Cum all over my fingers, princess. I want to watch you fall apart.”

And so you obeyed. You let out a guttural moan, one that almost made Billy loose all of his composure right then and there, as the knot in your stomach exploded. You could have sworn you saw stars, and you rode out your high with Billy still sucking on your clit, not even trying to stop your hips from grinding against his tongue.

“Wasn’t that a fucking sight for sore eyes,” he said as he placed one final kiss to your clit before he straightened up.

He looked so damn beautiful like that. His hair was mussed from all of your tugging, his lips were swollen and his chin glistened, and you almost felt tears come to your eyes in the realization that that man was yours. All yours.

You leaned down, embracing him by the back of his neck and bringing his face to yours so your lips finally clashed together. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue, and Billy was just so close to losing his cool as your tongue danced against his.

He moved one of his hands up your body to your chest, grasping at one of your breasts as his thumb circled around your nipple. They were so hard already from your orgasm it almost hurt when he touched them even if he only did it through the fabric of your lacy bralette, but you needed his touch so bad you completely ignored the pain.

“I need you inside me, Billy,” you whispered against his lips, and felt his breath hitch in his throat. “Please, please fuck me.”

“Fucking hell, princess,” he muttered, almost groaning as he moved his other hand down to his pants, palming the ever-growing bulge. “I’m going to cream my fucking pants if you keep saying those things.”

“Mm, no,” you retorted. You knew you were playing with fire, but oh how you loved the burn. “Wouldn’t want that to happen, now would I? Not when I want you to cum all over my cunt.”

Billy’s hands never moved faster. His sweatpants were gone in a whirl, and he had moved you so you were standing and he was the one sitting down. The tent in his briefs looked impossibly painful, and you took your shirt off just before you kneeled over the couch, straddling him but not completely touching him.

You looked so damn beautiful like that. Your cheeks were splotchy red from the sudden surge of blood, your eyes were glossy and your chest rose and fell in a frenetic haze, trying your best to regain your breath. Billy’s heart fluttered a little when he realized he was the only one that could ever make you feel that way. You had him on the palm of your hand, and he wasn’t ashamed of bit in the slightest.

You kissed down his neck, Billy groaning at the lack of friction just where he needed it the most. Taking your hips in his hands, he lowered you so you felt your erection right below your core, and you couldn’t help but move against it in an effort of relieving some of Billy’s need.

“I thought you needed me inside you,” he whispered as you sucked right over his collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark. He would never tell you, but he loved when you marked him up. He grew so proud when everyone saw he was yours, and yours alone.

“I thought you liked to tease,” you said, but didn’t waste any time in lowering your hands down his stomach and over his briefs. You got rid of the garment as quickly as you could, and moaned loudly at the sight of him.

Billy hissed as you took him in your hand. You swirled your thumb over his tip, spreading some of his pre-cum over his length as you pumped him a few times, lining him against your entrance while you gripped at his base.

“God, yes,” Billy muttered, closing his eyes as you began to sink down on him. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out in all of the right ways, and almost cried out in pleasure as you sat down on his lap. One Billy’s hands came to rest on your hips while the other cupped your breast, and you braced yours against his toned chest. You regretted that he had not taken off his shirt, but the feeling of him filling you to the brim made you forget about it as quick as you had noticed. “Fucking move, princess.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. His hand guided your hips as you moved against him, raising them a little and falling right onto him in a quickening pace. You knew he wasn’t going to last long, and neither were you, so you didn’t even try to take your time.

Billy was a panting mess underneath you, and you felt your heart fluttering at the thought that it was you who was making you feel that way. He was a flesh and bone Adonis, and you were the only one that made him come undone like that.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, the hand on your breast joining the other at your hip. You were sure you were going to bruise, but you couldn’t care less. You relished on his touch and the way he was practically moving your hips at the perfect pace for the both of you. “I’m so close, baby.”

You could feel him twitch inside of you, and you almost didn’t need him to tell you he was just as close to his orgasm as you were.

“Cum for me, baby” you whispered, falling on top of him and resting your head on the crook of his neck. You kissed at his skin as your hips moved frenetically against his, the familiar knot already forming in your lower abdomen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whined, the sound so beautifully erotic it almost pushed you right over the edge. You sucked on his neck just as he groaned loudly in your ear. The tightening of your walls against his thick member made him twitch, and you arched your back in pleasure as he came. Billy raised his hips in a pace that matched yours perfectly, and you placed your hands on his knees to help keep you safely on top of him.

Billy came in quick, hot spurts inside of you, his cum painting your walls as you moaned. He brought one of his hands up to his face and sucked on his thumb before he lowered it over your cunt, beginning to caress over your clit while riding his high.

“Yes, right there,” you moaned, continuing to move your hips against his in your race for release. “God, don’t stop.”

He had you trapped under his spell, feeling so damn good you couldn’t even think straight. You moaned, your other hand finding his over your clit as the two of you circled over it in unison. You cried out, clutching your eyes closed, feeling yourself catch on fire and arching your back as much as you could. His other hand came to rest on the small of your back, careful to help you not fall down to the floor.

“Cum all over my cock, baby,” he moaned, the sight of you coming undone making sure he was still rock hard inside of you. “I got you, princess.”

Letting out a moan worthy of a porn movie, you came hard at his words. Your whole body shook and you almost blacked out for a moment. Billy kept moving his hips in a soft motion to help you ride out your high before you slumped down against his chest.

He placed a kiss on the top of your head, tenderly. His arms circled your waist, softly pulling you against him as you both tried to regain your breath.

You looked up at him just as he looked down to meet your eyes. There was no need for saying anything. He was looking at you with such adoration in his eyes, as if he could barely believe you were there. As if he could barely believe you were his.

You reached up to place a soft kiss on his lips, barely being able to because of the smile tugging at the ends of both your mouths.

“Was that better than Scrabble, then?”

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Forty-One: A Cave ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui, Hyūga Neji, Hyūga Hanabi ] [ SasuHina, death ] [ Verse: Then It All Went Wrong ] [ AO3 Link ]

They’ve been running for hours.

The fires of the Uchiha compound are long behind them, running atop the surface of the Naka northward. Sasuke still clings to his brother’s back, Hinata atop Shisui’s as Hanabi is slung to his chest. Neji, despite his youth, has little choice but to run.

It all still feels...unreal.

The only two among them truly privy to the goings-on are Itachi and Shisui, both aware of the Uchiha clan’s struggles against Konoha. Since the Kyūbi’s attack only a few months after Sasuke’s birth, the old prejudices against them - fanned by their prior leader - were flared once again. Surveillance was increased, their rights subtly squeezed and redacted...and when they protested, it only got worse.

Fugaku’s months of attempts of compromises were all in vain. No matter his offers, his pleads, he was ignored. So, he went to the only person he felt he had left to ask for aid:

Hyūga Hiashi, the clan head of the other dōjutsu line of Konoha, and a distant brother.

Of course, Hiashi had balked at first, not wanting to be dragged into such an affair. But Fugaku had leverage. Their common roots, and the need for a scapegoat meant that it just might be the Hyūga next once the Uchiha were...removed. All he wanted was support - an ally to help him appeal to Konoha...and stand with them should the village strike.

And strike it did.

The battle had broken out at both compounds with perfect synchronicity, cutting the allied clans off from one another as they each fought their own battles. They had expected as much...but only barely. Plans to send the heirs and their seconds - the siblings, and their first cousins - to safety had been one of the first plans Hiashi and Fugaku made, both wanting to ensure the survival of their children and blood.

But the addendum to have adults accompany them fell through. The Hyūgas’ handmaid had been killed while ushering them out, buying them time to escape to their meeting place by the Naka. And Shisui’s mother - Mikoto’s sister - made a similar sacrifice.

Now six children face the wilderness alone, unsure if they’re yet being pursued by the place they once called home: the eldest fifteen, and the youngest not even yet two.

But Shisui is a tokubetsu jōnin, and Itachi an ANBU officer. Between the two of them, they’re certain they can keep the younger ones safe...so long as they aren’t met with a force too numerous.

What they need now, however, is a place to hide, and to rest.

“Any ideas?” Itachi asks as they run, giving his cousin a glance.

“Not particularly...they probably figure we’re following the river. It’ll make tracking us by foot impossible, and by scent difficult. We can’t really stray from it for that reason...but if we’re going to stop, that means getting off the water...and leaving a trail.”

“Even if we take the trees…?”

“Our scents will linger better. But after being up all day and now running half the night with additional weight...you and I need to rest. And the kids, too.”

Itachi can’t help but feel a bit of irony at the separation between them and the ‘kids’.

He and Shisui can’t be kids anymore.

...they haven’t really been for quite some time.

“Aniki…” Sasuke murmurs. “I’m tired…”

“...I know,” he replies through grit teeth, trying to think of a solution. They’re still over a day’s trek from the place Fugaku marked on their map...they have to stop before they get there. Even if they were going on a full night’s sleep, it’d be pushing it.

“Hey, Itachi…”

“Yes?”

“How’s your geographical genjutsu?”

The younger cousin blinks. “...why do you ask?”

“There’s a cave, up ahead. Maybe we can cast an illusion to hide the opening.”

Following Shisui’s gaze, Itachi brightens. There’s just a hint of a crack in the cliff that lines the Naka to their right. “...I can handle that.”

“Good. Let’s see if it’s worth it…” Veering, Shisui approaches, a hand feeling the rock. A hint of flame is blown into a hand, chakra sustaining it over his palm and lighting the space within.

“...what do you see?”

“This should work. It’s a tight fit to get in, but there’s a chamber...eh, ten paces wide? Enough to rest, anyway. We’ll have to get cozy, but it should work.”

“Very well.”

They pack the four younger children in, all of them looking to the pair with fear and uncertainty in their eyes.

“...all right. You all stay here. Don’t make any noise if you can help it. I know the baby’s gonna be fussy, but just...try your best. We’ll go scout and see if we can find some food. And a way to get water,” Shisui offers, half thinking aloud.

The elder three all nod solemnly, Hinata doing her best to keep her baby sister quiet.

Once back outside, Shisui sighs. “...all right...I’ll head back south a little ways, start looking for any signs we’re being followed. You stay here, start working on supplies. We all need to eat and rehydrate...and sleep, if we’re able. If I see anything, I’ll send a crow. Be ready.”

“Of course.” With that, Itachi turns to the cave entrance. Dark eyes flare red, and the sight seems to blur and stretch...until it’s nothing but a solid wall.

“Perfect. You and I can see through it, of course...but I doubt anyone else can, unless they have a damn good sensor with them. Don’t stray far - I’ll come back in an hour if nothing shows up.”

Itachi just nods, watching his cousin flicker away. Mind forced into a mission state, he begins doing as ordered. A stick sharpened with a kunai manages to spear several fish, which he cooks quickly and without smoke with some katon. Water he brings into a canteen, using what he knows of suiton to filter out any bacteria or microbes. When a pause reveals no crows in the sky, he retreats into the cave.

To his surprise, the four are closely huddled together. Neji seems to lean against Hinata protectively, Byakugan active as he too scouts for danger in his own way. He stares at Itachi, unblinking. Sasuke is on Hinata’s other side, looking a bit less familiar, but close nonetheless.

“Here...eat these,” Itachi offers, handing them the skewered fish. “Be mindful of bones.”

“W-what about Hanabi?” Hinata questions quietly.

“I’ll mash some, see if we can get her to eat it...do you know her diet?”

The elder sister shakes her head. “N...no.”

“That’s all right.” By now, he’s also forgotten what Sasuke could and would eat at that age. They’ll just have to make due. Eating his own catch, he then uses his hands to carefully debone and soften a few pieces of fish. “Here...best you try. She might fuss with a stranger.”

Hinata nods, accepting the food and trying to get her sister to eat. “Hanabi...please…”

Jaw clenched with a whine, the girl makes to refuse. “Nn!”

“Try miming eating it first. She might want to mimic you.” He remembers his mother doing something similar.

Listening, Hinata then tries again. “Mm,” she hums, mocking eating. “This is r-really good!”

Hanabi’s expression wavers, then shifts to a pout. “Ah, ah…!” Little hands reach, and Hinata offers it again. This time she takes some into her mouth, moving it around and managing to swallow some.

They all sigh in relief. “Here...some water, too,” he offers, watching them pass the canteen around.

“Aniki, where are we going…?” Sasuke then asks.

“...I don’t know. Someplace our father thought suitable. North, in the mountains.”

“An Uchiha outpost…?”

“It’s possible…?” Itachi knows most of their clan’s history, and he doesn’t remember such a fort. But maybe he missed something.

“Coming in!”

Glancing up, Itachi watches as Shisui fades through the illusion. “Anything?”

“Not yet...but best we take turns guarding.”

“Agreed.” He hands Shisui some food, which the elder gratefully accepts.

“How are things here?”

“We got the baby to eat a bit. The rest of us are doing the same.”

“Good...you mind taking first watch?”

“Not at all. I’m not too tired.” His body is weary, but his mind still sharp.

“Thanks...packing two kiddos is a bit much, honestly. Especially at that pace.”

“I agree. Don’t worry - I’ll keep watch.”

Once all the food is gone, water drank, and those needing it relieved outside, they arrange themselves for the remainder of the night. Shisui props himself next to Sasuke, still beside Hinata with Neji on her other flank.

“How you holding up, Sasuke?”

He doesn’t really reply.

In truth, Shisui hardly expects him to be well. Their entire clan is likely dead by now, or if any survived, scattered to the four winds...as the Hyūga will also be. It’s not easy...and it’s only his current object that keeps him grounded. “...it’s gonna be all right. We’re still alive. I know it isn’t easy...it hurts. But the important thing is now that we keep moving. We can’t let what our parents gave up for us be for nothing...okay?”

Tearing up a bit, Sasuke manages a nod, looking up to his brother. Itachi stares through the illusion with his Sharingan, a kunai kept gripped in one hand.

“...are they dead, Shisui?”

“...I don’t know for sure, Sasuke. Maybe some got out. We might never know, but...we can hope. For now...we have our mission your father gave us. And all good shinobi follow the mission, right?”

“...right.”

“...we’ll be okay. Maybe not today, or tomorrow...but we will. All of us. For now...we rely on each other. Keep each other safe. Got it?”

All three conscious kids nod, Hanabi thankfully asleep.

“T...thank you, Shisui-san,” Hinata murmurs.

“No need for honorifics, Hinata-chan. We’re all in this together. We’re all equal and familiar now, right?”

“...right…”

Smiling wearily, Shisui then sighs, doing his best to settle down and get some rest.

Watching him for a moment, Sasuke then glances to his other neighbor. “...Hinata-chan…?”

“Yeah?”

“...I’m scared.”

“Me...me too. But...Neji-nīsan, and Shisui-san, a-and Itachi-san will protect us. Right?”

“...yeah…”

Seeing him look unsure, Hinata wriggles one hand free from her sister, offering it palm-up.

After a pause, Sasuke gently takes it with one of his own.

“...w-we aren’t alone, Sasuke-kun. At least...a-at least we have each other, ne?”

“...yeah.”

                                                               .oOo.

     (This is a sequel to day 99!)       ...I think this is the longest gap between updates so far xD Over 200 days since the first 'part' of this was published, holy smokes! And I still ADORE this concept. This is...a little rushed, what with it being a daily (and me being sick and a holiday tomorrow, woo). But I like the overall idea a lot, and I think it's one I'll revamp / continue after the challenge (and my break lol).      I just...really love these kiddos, and this AU! They're arguably all among my top ten characters, so getting to write them all together is neat, and the setting and plot is one I'm really liking. So here's hoping making it a fuller fic will work! I have a few ideas already, ahaha~      BUT for now...it's very late, I'm very tired, and tomorrow will be a VERY long day. So I'll call it here. Thanks for reading!

[richardlawson]

Night Moves

My parents sold their house. The house they bought before my sister and I were born, in that weird slip of time I’m told was the late 1970s. They’re moving to Providence, city of my father’s birth, and a place where a modest condo can be bought, for two people facing next and (yes, we all must admit) maybe final chapters. Over the 4th of July holiday, I spent a teary two nights in the house, going wandering in Boston with a friend and then, just as it was time to leave for the train, taking last passes through the small expanse of the place. I cried. I made myself cry? I don’t know if the tears were real or forced or if forced tears aren’t actually real. But I did. Almost wept. My mom pulled the car out of the driveway and there was my dad, good old Dad, walking the dog up the hill, the last time I’d ever see that. I blubbed, discretely, until my mom asked me a question and then it was hard to hide. “It’s just a building,” she said, which is what I’d told myself, what my therapist had told me. It’s just a building. Just a thing that teemed with all the stuff of our lives for 40 years. And now it’s not.

The day before this goodbye, my family and I went to a wedding. My cousin’s kid got married, an assemblage of people I’d not seen in at least 20 years. It was held at a country club south of the city, and was full of that kind of straight wedding swagger I hate so much—is there no worse sight in the world than groomsmen in suits clutching bottles of beer? That effortful commitment to male casualness amidst the formalness? It speaks to such an ease, the way these men move through the world, that my sister and I were repulsed by it. During the wedding, a long and violent thunderstorm rolled in. But just before that, my family and I wandered the grounds of the country club, walked along the ridge of a hill that offered a view of the city, the whole of Boston laid out there in the hazy, humid distance. The four of us there, lined up and regarding it. It felt like a maudlin farewell. To this city we’ve all been so tethered to, just then rendered so small, so faraway. 

I traveled a lot this summer, more than I had planned. I went to Provincetown for a few nights, my new favorite place, and felt the mid-June thrill of all that. I went to Los Angeles, mostly for work—a grinding reporting assignment that has yet to bear fruit but still could be something good, I hope—but also to see my sister. She’s so good at day trips, feeling so blessed with a car, and we drove up to Ojai, spent a late morning and early afternoon in its clenching, clean heat. We hiked a short distance to a waterfall, where barefoot kids were laughing and dogs were shuffling around. We went into town, roaming an outdoor used bookstore where I searched for my own book and, as ever, came up short. I’d heard so much about Ojai and, while finding it beautiful, was surprised by how little it offered. “You have to be rich to enjoy it,” I said to my sister as we got back in her car and, sealed up in the air conditioning, drove back to the city. 

In Los Angeles, I spent a lot of time holed up in my hotel, a once-trendy place on the Sunset Strip that has a thumping pool club and is just the right amount of uncomfortable to feel cool. It’s a full-service place, so I could take my meals there, do drinks on the patio, barely leave the confines of it. I went a little crazy, swaddled up in the gray blanket of that place—its easy, healthy-ish, sour food, its lukewarm sauvignon blanc mood. I felt like I was there for a whole long Shining winter, growing a beard and going insane and locating some truer kernel of myself than I’d ever known existed. I let myself skitter out into the night on occasion, to see friends and revel, just a bit, in the riot of a city I hate. (I’m sorry, L.A. friends. I have tried so hard to like Los Angeles, but it makes me so stressed and unhappy and full of constant Sunday Scaries that I have to hate it. That said, I can’t wait to visit again.) But mostly I was alone, conducting halting interviews on the phone, pacing around in my cold room while tall trees fluttered in the balcony window. One uneasy afternoon, I watched a bug crawl around the enormous beanbag chair the hotel provided and figured it knew what to do with this lump of furniture more than I did. 

I just got back from Fire Island, another place I have tried to love and—unlike L.A.—might finally be done with. What a dream of an idea that place is, and yet in execution, or at least in my admittedly narrow experience of it, what a drab and horny and exhausting thing it actually is. I don’t fit in there at all, which is a strange sensation for someone who has prided himself on being able to adapt, to quickly recover, to renegotiate physical and social spaces as needed. Fire Island, the Pines in particular, is a bridge past a bridge too far, I’m afraid. Not because I don’t admire its moxie, its Speedo tan-ness, its louche, buggy reverie. I love that people love it. I just feel sad that Fire Island is something like Paris—a beautiful dream I’ll never be able to actually step into, that I’ll never feel filling me like air, like smoke. (I Juul now—another life update.) But it’s good to have that conclusion—to know, because of increasing adulthood and experience, that it, hey, just isn’t for me. I wish it the best. I wanted to blow a kiss to the island as the ferry puttered away back toward Sayville. Goodbye, place! Goodbye, dream! Goodbye all you wonderful people who partied and yearned and grieved and fucked and fell in love there. See you in Ptown, maybe. All you lively ghosts, living and dead.

Fall trips loom. Film festivals, which are so much fun. I’m going to Venice for the first time, next week, and I am so stressed and excited and curious. I booked an Airbnb that’s not near the movies, that’s on the main island with all the canals and handsome gondoliers and luring, leering pasta. (My Fire Island diet nearly killed me, readers.) I chose holistic life experience over festival ease in booking that place and I hope I don’t regret it. And then it’s straight on to Toronto, a festival I love, a town I am growing to like, with people I know and with whom I’m so ready to pretend it’s summer camp again. Fall camp. Autumn camp. What a good time that will be.

But it will keep me away. I’ve been away so much this year, which has been exhilarating—I gave an award out on stage at a loud gay discotheque in Guadalajara, Mexico!—but also lonely, and denying. The thing I’ve sort of stylistically held for the end here is that I fell in love this year, and while it’s a new-ish, only nine-month relationship (“We have a baby,” I said to Andrew tonight), it’s still a totalizing thing. It’s impossible to look at all of this—parents moving, cities roiling, islands churning—not through the lens of that. How terrifically grounded I have felt this year, to something good and happy and intimate and huge in its smallness. This is the first time I’ve really written about him—a scientist, a smiler, a kind and gentle person who calms me and encourages me—and it feels a little scary to type it out. But there he is, suddenly a center. 

When I was home over the 4th, my mom told my sister and me a story about our cousin, the one whose kid got married at the country club. I guess when this cousin was little, a toddler maybe, she would often say, “I need something.” Just that. That quiet little unspecific thing. “I need something,” she’d say in a small voice, tugging at pant legs and looking up at the adults hoping they’d understand and satisfy whatever it was she was asking for. I’ve thought about that a lot since my mom told us about it, there in the backyard I’ll never see again. I need something. I need something! I NEED SOMETHING! 

Of course we all do. Need something. Need so many things. I get corny, thinking about it. I want to say what a mad and blissful and terrible adventure it is, to go chasing after that need. It is. But, again, that’s hokey. So I guess I’ll just end this ramble with a little moment, from Fire Island. I went to bed early one night, and was half asleep when some of the boys of tea came home. I heard them rumbling around upstairs in the living room, muffled laughter and bottles opening. It reminded me of being a kid in the house I grew up in, that will now be lived in by a nice family from Framingham who wrote a heartening letter to my parents about how much they loved the house. That feeling of life happening just beyond the light under the door. And maybe it is. But in that room on Fire Island that night, there was also the beautiful dark, also the hum of the air conditioner, the whine of the mosquito, and there was me, breathing and blinking and alive. That was so much, too. 

[tellmenauineo]

Boogie nights

pairing: vernon x reader

genre: smut, friends-to-lovers!au

summary: vernon thought he could make a home video with his best friend

warnings: mentions of porn, weed smoking

word count: 2.5k

“Who do you think you are to ask for that kind of favors?” you raise your brow.  

 “Your friend,” Hansol shrugs. “And it’s not a favor. It’s an offer.”

The first mistake. 

Hansol is not your friend. You can’t be friends with someone you are desperately in love with.  

He doesn’t know about your feelings – and maybe sitting on his shabby sofa, blasting a joint, passing a spliff to each other, and eating an already cold pizza, instead of avoiding him to famish affection, is the second mistake. 

“I decline your offer.” 

“But why?” whines Hansol, pouting his lips.

“Oh, do I really have to explain?” you turn your head to him to get a better look at his face. Somehow, he manages to shine even in a smoking haze enveloping the room, with screamy colors of tv screen gleaming on his fine-featured face. “Because it makes me sick.” 

“Come on,” he lets out a husky chuckle. “In the name of art!”

“Dude, do you hear yourself?” you fail to hold back your laughter. “Pornographic movies aren’t art.”

“Okay then,” he is not going to give up. “Do you hear yourself? You’re declining a leading part in my movie-”

“An X-rated movie,” you add, stubbing out a joint, and Hansol waves your remark away.

“And we both know you have a film face,” he pretends he doesn’t hear your disdained sniff and continues his poor reasoning, while his hand is reaching out for a melty chocolate bar. “Mingyu already said yes, it’s not a big deal.”

“Pff, sure thing. Mingyu is a lowkey exhibitionist,” your words make Hansol snicker.

You are not that stupid to drag yourself into that, you think. You are not even that high to settle for that.

But when your eyes pause on Hansol, the image he gives you makes you feel that you are already in a porno film – seeing him licking the chocolate off his fingers has your breath caught in your throat and boils your insides, and you hope your voice doesn’t betray you.

“I don’t wanna film with him,” you curse yourself for choosing the words – you should say that you don’t want to film at all, not making your words sound like a Freudian slip.

Hansol pretends to be thinking, taping his fingers on his chin, and after giving a hum of approbation, nonchalantly speaks up:

“You can film with me.” 

You fasten your eyes on him, forgetting how to blink. Tree Trunks and Mr. Pig’s singing about being severed with each other wafts to your ears through the mist – his proposal tingles in your ears.

“W-what?” you falter.

“You heard me,” Hansol leans to you and brings a hand up to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger. “I can be your partner. You trust me, right?” it sounds like a statement, not a question, coming from him. And it is a true you can’t argue with. You trust him. You have been thrusting him all these years – and maybe that is the reason why one day you woke up in the morning with a realization you are in love with the boy with light-brown eyes.

Hansol is so close to you, too close, that you are able to count his long eyelashes if you try. He is settling his weight on his elbow, his head is resting on your shoulder, and you bite back the temptation to nuzzle your nose into his soft locks.

It would be too much, you suppose.

Funny, his suggestion to shoot a porn film with him doesn’t seem too much for you.

Okay, time for putting on your thinking cap.

The best-case scenario: you and your closest friend (also the reason of your restless nights) Hansol have sex, he gets his wish (a damn home video, for fuck’s sake), you have the desired intimacy and you pretend this never happened and continue being friends.

Seems pretty well.

But in the worst-case scenario, you and your closest friend (also the reason of your restless nights) Hansol have sex, he gets his wish (a damn home video, for fuck’s sake), you ruin your friendship and start avoiding each other, you get a broken heart.

It is a disaster.  

But with his lips brushing against the fabric of your t-shirt, the thoughts fade from your mind. 

“A penny for your thoughts, boo,” says Hansol.

“We could have some fun,” you vaguely decide. “If you promise me one thing.”

“Anything for you.”

“This video. It’s just for me and you.”

“You have a low opinion of me,” he pouts, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing your knuckles. “Everything we do is just for you and me.”  

“Then bring the camera, Kubrick,” you whisper against his cheek and see a winning smile flits across his face. You feel his lips on yours, stealing a kiss from you.

“Wait a sec,” he says, getting up off the couch to get the old Fujifilm his parents gave him on his twelfth birthday, his voice holds an excitement.  

You blow out a breath, trying to calm down, while he is sweeping the empty box of pizza off the desk and settling the camera on the coffee table. 

“Perfect,” mutters Hansol, checking the angle, and faces you. 

You give your hand to him and he takes it, slipping his slender fingers through the spaces between your own. 

“Are you sure?” he looks examiningly at you. You see no hint of the usual tranquility in his big eyes.

Or maybe you just don’t want to see it.

“For the record,” you smirk at the fact it is not a figure of speech right now. “Yes, I am. It’s not a big deal, right?” you repeat his words.

He nods and you tug him along to the sofa. You find courage to straddling him, his hands on your waist, your knees against his thigs. Hansol leans up to give you a delicate kiss that develops into a heated one and you eagerly part your lips, making room for his tongue. Your right hand sliding up from his neck to grip a fistful of his hair and tug on it and he moans into your mouth.

“The first kink is exposed,” you pant into the kiss, your teasing tone is tempting him. He presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck, biting at a sensitive skin, and before you let a whine, sucking it into his mouth again. 

“Let’s find out yours then,” he grunts against your skin, being too occupied with leaving red spots on your neck. Your brain reels at his words and you dare yourself to grind your clothed core against firm muscles of his thigh, a dulcet moan escaping your lips.

“Don’t stop,” he groans into your ear, sinking his teeth into your ear lobe. You continue rubbing against the fabric of his jeans, his right hand has a strong grip on your hip, ready to control your movements at any moment. “Does it feel good, baby girl?”

“So good,” you moan out.

“Pull my hair, doll,” commands Hansol, moving the other hand under your t-shirt to cup your breast through your bra, his fingers tenderly pinching your nipple. 

His mouth falls open when your palm grabs hair on the back of his head and tugs on them roughly. Hansol has his eyes glued on you – blushes mantled on your cheeks, your lips slightly parted, your eyes sparkling with craving – and it almost makes him tremble. He needs more, he needs to touch you, he needs to feel you, he heeds you.  

At that moment, this odd definition of friendship doesn’t concern him at all, as it does usual.

“Sit on my face,” he speaks right out. “I wanna taste you.”     

When you hear these words, you bite your lower lip to suppress a moan, pressing your core particularly hard on his thigh.  

“Okay,” you breathe.  

“Let’s get rid of that, then,” he says, referring to your jeans already soaked panties.

Well, you really want him that much.  

He unbuttons and unzips your jeans and you strip the piece of clothing off, kicking it on the messy floor. You pull your t-shirt over your head and let him unclasp your bra.  

“You’re really wet, baby,” he coos, his fingers are playing with your clothed clit.  

“And you don’t help at all,” you pout.  

A mischievous grin wrings his lips, while he hooks his fingers beneath the thin fabric of your panties and tug them down your legs. A buzz in your core increases and you take a deep breathe, like you are going to dive into the sea.  

Hansol is laying on his back and you are making you way up his body on your shaking knees. Suddenly, you hesitate, being assailed with doubts, and the boy slips his arms down the sides of your thigs and pulls you further, his head right underneath your slit. Still holding your legs, he pushes you down to his head, making you firmly seat on his face. He runs his tongue along your folds, taking a long lick. You let a deep groan and move your hand to his hair, tugging them and Hansol growls your name, sending vibrations through your core, and press his starving mouth against your center even harder. His tongue dips down into your entrance, exploring your slit, his nose is brushing against your clit, and you whimper at the sensation. His sinful mouth makes you balance on the edge and when his hand moves to squeeze your breast, massaging your sensitive nipple, your orgasm hits you. 

You fell on your back, eyes closed, with your hand resting on your chest in an effort to catch your breath.

It doesn’t last long, though.

You feel his warm breathing fanning on your face and your eyes immediately shut open. Hansol is above you, resting his weight on his elbows, and looks in your eyes. You cup his cheek, closing the distance between you to place a kiss on his swollen lips.

“Take your clothes off,” you order and he silently obeys, throwing his tee somewhere off the couch, wiggling out of his jeans and boxers.  

“Um, do you-” he starts and you nod, not even letting him finish.  

“In my purse.”

Reaching into your wallet on the coffee table, Hansol pulls out a condom and rips the plastic wrapper with his teeth and roll it onto his cock, the reddening tip of which is leaking with pre-cum. Your eyes drifts from his cock to his eyes and he grins at you lazily, well aware of the object you kept your eyes on.  

“Don’t you even dare,” you warn him and he nonchalantly shrugs.  

“I didn’t say anything.”

Hansol leans over you, rubbing the tip of his member along your folds, and you buck your hips into him. The boy hisses at the sudden movement, his leg almost twitches and you hear the whoomp. 

“Shit,” Hansol mutters, looking over his shoulder. “Camera has fallen.”

“So lift it up, Sollie,” you say in your sweet voice, not really wanting to part your bodies apart. Your hand is reaching out to cup his balls, gently squeezing them.  

“Oh shit,” he moans in pleasure. “Fuck it.”  

He slips inside of you and starts pushing into you and pulling out, a moan is escaping his mouth at the feeling of your walls clenching and tightening around him. He is thrusting into you desperately, merciless even, and you bite his shoulder.

“Spread your legs wider, baby,” he sniffs into your mouth, sucking your lower lip into his mouth. “Let me fuck you into this shitty coach.”

You comply and his thrusts become more brutal, quicker and you feel a drop of sweat falls on your chest.  

This shitty couch is squeaking, your head is buzzing and he is panting – and the rest of world is mute. It always has been your thing – when you and Hansol are together, other people don’t exist: just you, him, your stupid jokes, Post Malone’s songs, cheapjack horror movies and giggles. But this time everything is different and hope and fear alternate in your breast – hope of love and fear of losing him – and you feel like you are on the verge of losing your mind.  

His hand is rubbing circles at your clit, you press your lower body to meet his thrusts, and that is it – a total bliss, your mind drifts away from your body and you climax with his name on your lips. Hansol growls once more at the way your walls are fluttering around his member and pumps into you with firm thrust, realizing into the condom.  

You almost start feeling how terrible your position is – what have you done? - but Hansol breaks the thread of your thoughts. Still in you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, he mumbles in a slumberous voice: 

“It’s not my the only one kink, you know.”  

You silently chuckle, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Okay,” you answer, your own voice is hushed that you barely hear yourself.  

“Maybe you’d be interested,” he pauses, nuzzling his nose in your neck. “To discover others, I mean.”  

Hansol wants to hit himself. He doesn’t think he is bad at expressing ideas through words – but now, oh dear God, he is insecure, worried about rejection and prefers to sound disinterested than springing his feelings on his best friend.

So he sounds like an idiot.

“Well, it’s an attractive offer,” you look straight at the poster of a rocket, made in psychedelic bright colors, once again wondering how Hansol and Joshua find it a cool thing.  

When Hansol reaches his hand to squeeze yours, it doesn’t seem a stupid thing to push yourself into this mess, not entirely knowing what is going between you and him since now.  

Maybe your philosophy professor was right and hope is more powerful than fear. 

You slouch on the chair, taking your jacket off.

“Sorry I’m late,” you say and look around the cafeteria, crowded with students. It is almost a miracle that Jun managed to find an empty table for you.

“It’s okay. I expected nothing less,” Jun mocks and you roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone. He shifts hiss gaze off your face to your neck and his eyes grow wider.

“Hey! What’s that?”

“Mosquito bites,” you shrug, but your hand is moving to your neck in a weak attempt to cover crimson marks. You will kill Hansol.

“It’s an early March,” Jun notes and it is clear to you what he is driving at.

“Have you already ordered?” you ask instead, pretending to scanning through menu. The boy narrows his eyes and huffs in annoyance.  

“You’re not getting out of this,” he warns you and you hum along.

[you 16:38] jun keeps asking about hickies i got from YOU  

[uncle vernon 16:40] say you went on a date

[uncle vernon 16:40] with me 🤪

[you 16:41] 🙄🙄

[uncle vernon 16:41] 😘

[uncle vernon 16:42] should i treat my best actress to dinner?

[you 16:44] maybe... you should

[uncle vernon 16:44] wear your fanciest dress!!

[uncle vernon 16:44] it’s a special occasion

[uncle vernon 16:45] 😉

Nothing can be stupid with Hansol, after all.  

[megalony]

Don’t leave me- Part 3

Thank you to everyone for the feedback given, here is the third instalment of my new series.

Thank you @rogertaylorsbitontheside for all the support.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5

Enjoy.

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Both men seemed to have reacted in different ways from the different ways they had interpreted their pain. Ben thought about this a lot when as his mind was wandering and he was the only one out of the three who was currently awake late into the night like this. Ben had distanced himself in small ways, he didn't want to get too close to (Y/N) or hug her like he normally would in fear of inflicting pain. He tended to try and fill the silence the three of them fell into, not wanting it to become overwhelming or deafening. Roger was the opposite, he needed that proximity to calm himself down and keep his mind from wandering, it kept him sane when he felt himself slipping over the edge. He didn't feel the need to talk either, he liked the silence because it stopped the heart wrenching or awkward conversations from coming about, he could avoid those if he stayed quiet.

These reactions were noticeable to Ben as he watched his two partners sleeping peacefully for the first time in the hospital bed. Roger was on the far side, his arm in plaster draped over (Y/N)'s form, hin resting on the top of her head as her chest was pressed up to his back. Whereas Ben had taken to pulling his chair as close to the bed as he could, folding his arms on the mattress and resting his chin upon them so he could gaze at his partners instead. The closeness making him fear he would do something wrong to cause pain to either of them. But he guessed that Roger needed that proximity because of what happened in the ambulance. He hadn't been able to comfort Isabelle or hold her close after her heart started again, she had been snatched away from him and he had a dreading feeling swelling through him that he wouldn't see her again. Roger needed to hold her to his chest to reassure himself death wasn't going to attempt to take her back another time. Ben didn't have that fear. He had the worry that if he got too close he would do more harm than good. If he held her he would simply create pain or his feelings of hurt would increase because he knew he was partially to blame for this happening. The boys had both stayed at the hospital for the past two weeks, only going home to grab clothes to change into and get showers. Neither of them could stay at the apartment without (Y/N) there, it felt so wrong and less like home without her presence. With being here Ben found himself unable to sleep on most occasions. Roger could sleep anywhere, he could fall asleep on the stairs or on a washing line, it made no difference where he laid. The chairs in the hospital room were more than enough for him to curl up in and rest his eyes, or squish himself onto the single bed with (Y/N) and calm his mind into sleep. Ben, on the other hand, didn't like it. He couldn't drape his arm over Roger or have his other arm go dead under the weight of (Y/N)'s head. There were no legs tangling together in the sheets or someone hitting or kicking someone else by mistake. There was no excess heat sweltering around him like when he laid in the middle. He didn't find himself hanging off the end of the bed when his other two lovers decided to move up without knowing so. Roger was so tired that those little things didn't matter to him because he still had the both of them in the room with him, he didn't need the extras to find himself able to get a few hours here and there. He wasn't looking for a full nights sleep, just enough to keep him going. (Y/N) was too tired to complain about being in a tiny bed alone or squashed with only Roger and not Ben too. The drugs rushing through her system allowed sleep to overtake her without these worries or thoughts plaguing her and she was too tired to fight them. Ben didn't have the morphine to calm his system down and he needed his home comforts, one of the reasons he couldn't wait for them all to go home in the morning. Their bed had been calling all of them for two weeks and they had ignored it until now. Now he was becoming jittery from feeling homesick, missing his comforts. Blinking rapidly Ben turned his head, snapping out of his thoughts when a gentle touch grazed along his jaw, his eyes locking with the tired ones of (Y/N), an attempt at a smile pulling at her lips. It hurt to see Ben decline every offer to join them or to even hug either her or Roger. As soon as the request was given he seemed to panic, shaking his head or coming up with some excuse and yet she had noticed him many nights failing to sleep. Not accepting any kind of help for it like at least trying to hug her, it broke her heart because she didn't know why he was suddenly pushing her away when they all needed to stay close right now. Maybe he didn't want to be around her or Roger. Maybe the events of the past two weeks had hurt him too deeply and he couldn't stand to be around them anymore. "Go back to sleep." He whispered gently, fingers gently curling around her wrist to bring her palm to his lips so he could press a delicate kiss to the skin. Not having meant to wake her up if indeed he had. Glancing his eyes behind her he smiled at seeing Roger hadn't stirred at all. It had been normal for him to wake up after a few measly hours of sleep and Ben often wondered if he had been having nightmares that made him too afraid to close his eyes. When nights like those happened Ben usually accompanied his boyfriend outside for a smoke, both staying in a peaceful silence when they did so. Ben hated to think how many packets of cigarettes the pair of them had gone through this week alone. "You haven't been sleeping, what's wrong?" Her voice was smooth like velvet and if he hadn't of been sitting down his knees would have given way. His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip as he shook his head, hand still caressing her wrist as he tried to coax her to sleep again. "Nothin' sweetheart, just want us all to go home." Gently wriggling her wrist out of his grip (Y/N) took hold of his hand, pulling him closer until he had no choice but to stand from his seat. For a few seconds, her heart leapt at the thought that he was finally caving in, that he was actually going to lay with her and Roger and allow his mind to turn off. The feeling was quickly dissolved when Ben simply leaned over her and pressed his lips to her temple lovingly before attempting to sit back down. His heart lurching to his stomach at the broken look on her face when he tried to pull away. He didn't want to hurt her, that was why he was trying to distance himself and yet that was also causing more harm than good. Roughly letting go of his hand (Y/N) tucked her arm to her chest, the side of her face pressing into the pillow which collected the tears now falling from her eyes. Her body curling up as she smothered the cries that were welling in her throat as she pressed herself more into Roger's hold. Thankful one of her boyfriend's was giving some kind of comfort, the feeling of rejection coursing through her veins from her other boyfriend. "Hey hey hey, no sweetheart don't cry please." Bending down on his knees Ben gently brushed away some of the tears that were quickly drenching her face. His voice coming out in a concerned whisper as not to wake Roger, wanting him to be able to get as much sleep as possible. "Do I repulse you?" Her question sent such a surge of fear to Ben's heart he had to press his head into the mattress to stop the lightheaded feeling that suddenly overwhelmed him. Taking deep breaths as he felt his tears being collected by the crisp white of the bed sheet. The tone she used made him choke on a broken whine as he realised just how he had hurt her these past two weeks by trying to save himself. Every time he tried to hug her or just be close to her he felt like she was made of glass and one touch from him would make her shatter into a million pieces. Not realising he was making her think that he didn't want to be around her or possibly didn't even love her anymore. "Oh, baby..." He whispered, hand coming up to delicately rest on the side of her face as he brushed the tears away with his thumb but two more kept replacing each one he smothered. "Y-you won't touch me o-or Rog hardly at all... I feel like I've hurt you too much a-and you can't stand me anymore." It was becoming hard to think much else. Ben's little words of love here and there contradicted his actions of staying back on the sidelines and simply smiling weakly from a distance. The way he seemed to stay clear her and even from Roger's little displays of affection made (Y/N) feel like losing the baby had hurt him too much. That it had pushed Ben too far over the line to the point he couldn't look at her without thinking about what they had all lost. Neither of them seemed to know how Roger was feeling, he tended to stay quiet but still affectionate, he seemed to need that comfort from affection and proximity to keep himself calm and reduce his pain and both of them complied with that. Knowing sooner or later Roger would have to verbally express how he was feeling but for now his little comforts would be enough. The broken sound that left Ben's lips pulled Roger from his sleep, head lifting enough to look over (Y/N)'s body and to their boyfriend who was currently on his knees as if they were Gods and he was praying to the both of them for something. Confusion coursing through the drummer as he felt a sudden yearning to reach out to his boyfriend, just about to do so when he realised his right hand was in plaster. A silent curse passing under his breath as his other arm was resting under (Y/N)'s head and still wouldn't be easy to reach Ben. Simply resting his chin on her shoulder to get a better look at their boyfriend, a saddened look on his face as he wondered what was happening. "I fucking love you, I love you both so much." He sobbed, trying to clear his vision by blinking away the horrible amount of tears pouring from his eyes as if he were trying to water the world. "But I- I just feel... I don't want to hurt you. If I'd have brought you in earlier..." Tears flushed his face as he couldn't find the words to finish his sentence anymore. Every thought seemed to leave his mind except the fact that he had caused more harm than good when trying to help all of them. The sweltering guilt making him want to be sick, he couldn't help but go over the thought that if he had indeed brought her to the hospital before the fever got worse or even started then her heart would have been saved the agony of having to be re-started again. They would all have been saved from heartache. "It wouldn't have made any difference for the baby." Ben couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't kneel down at the side of the bed and watch her break into millions of pieces like this. He had tried to help himself by giving them distance thinking that was what they needed, he had heard of and seen people distance themselves when something bad happened. Now he was realising that may have been the wrong course of action for them. Choking on a sob Ben pulled himself up from the floor, the thought of hurting her or even Roger flew out of the window the moment Ben realised how much he had hurt her. His body fitting on the edge of the bed just enough to allow comfort without falling onto the floor. His left leg resting between (Y/N)'s as his right leg hanging off the edge of the bed, arm resting over her with his hand placed upon Roger's waist in an instant. A sense of relief flooded through Ben when he felt (Y/N) nuzzling her head into his chest, something he had missed so much without realising. His heart starting to slow down to a more appropriate pace as he closed his eyes, feeling the tears slowing down as if the tap behind his eyes was finally being turned off. Moving his head he pressed his lips to the top of her head, needing her to know that he did not in any way feel repulsed by her or not want to be around her or Roger any more. They were his life, and he didn't know how he would ever live without either of them and Ben really needed them to know this.

[choking-on-tae]

Needles and ink

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader 

Word count: 1.6k 

Summary: ‘A stupid bet with your friend turns into something more permanent, in more ways than just one.’ 

Genre: Smut. 

You should have never made that stupid bet with your friend because you always do crazy things when you're drunk. That's how you found yourself in front of the tattoo shop. You sighed deeply as you pushed the door open. Immediately the smell of smoke reached your nostrils, making you scoff. Yeah this really wasn't a good idea. You rubbed your temples in frustration as you looked around the shop. It wasn't very busy. There was a man getting tattooed in the back of the shop and a girl standing behind the counter but that was it. The girl behind the counter wasn't wearing much, just a crop top and a pair of very short shorts. 

All her tattoos were visible and you had to say she looked quite bad ass. You've always liked tattoos and wanted to get one but not one your friend picked out. It wasn't the worst design, it just wasn't very original. You heard the bell of the shop ring again, signing that another person walked through the door. As you turned around you saw your friend smiling brightly at you.

"Hey girl, ready to get tatted up?"

You flipped her off before walking to the counter, making her laugh. The girl behind the counter gave you a warm smile as she welcomed you.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"My friend here wants a tattoo. She lost a bet so she's getting this one."

She showed the girl the design as she nodded before excusing herself. Not too long after that she came back with that same smile on her face.

"Monster is in the back of the shop. You can go to him and he'll do your tattoo."

You gulped at the name of the artist who would set your tattoo as your friend gave you a thumps up before taking a seat in the waiting room. You took a deep breath before walking to the back of the shop, pushing the door open to reveal a smaller room. You noticed a guy sitting behind a table as he was working on something. You awkwardly cleared your throat to get his attention which seemed to work. He looked up instantly smiling at you, flashing you his dimples. You butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sight of him smiling. Was this guy the tattoo artist called 'Monster'? He didn't seem like a monster at all.

"Hi I'm Monster, I'll be doing your tattoo today."  He said, gently shaking your hand as he introduced himself.

You nodded at his words before taking a seat in the chair. He studied the design as he chuckled softly.

"Did you lose a bet?"

You sigh as you nod at his words.

"Yeah, made this stupid bet with my friend. She has the same one and made me get it too."

"You mean Y/F/N?"

You nod at his words as he laughs. As he gets everything set up he tells you about tattooing your friend. She told you that when she got a tattoo she was just sitting there and watched it happen. Said it didn't hurt at all and that it was no big deal. Monster however, told you a different story. He told you about how she couldn't stop squirming and almost cried from the immense pain. You laughed at his words before realizing that getting a tattoo might actually hurt that much. You've never been able to handle pain very well so this should be interesting. 

While he placed the stencil where you wanted to have it your eyes landed on his arms which were covered in tattoos. Right then you noticed that it weren't just his arms, also his hands, neck and the rest probably too. You couldn't even imagine how much that must have hurt. However, you still thought he looked hot. The ink seemed to compliment his caramel skin perfectly. You were so lost in thought that you didn't hear him asking if you were ready. It wasn't until he waved his hand in front of your face that you snapped out of it.

"Huh, what?"

He chuckled at your confused state as he asked if you were ready. You swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding. You'd never be ready for this so better to just get it over with.

"I'm gonna do the lining first. Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

You nodded at his words as you felt the needle poking through your skin. You tried to remain as calm as possible as he started his work. Okay, this wasn't that bad.

"You're doing great so far. What's your name actually?" He asked, trying to get you as relaxed as possible.

"Y/N."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

You blushed at his cheeky words as you focused on anything but the pain. You didn't expect this guy to be so cheesy. He seemed so bad ass and dangerous, but maybe he was totally different. You watched him as he inked your skin, perfectly following the stencil. He looked so focused doing it and you couldn't stop yourself from checking him out. He looked really hot when he was focused. He seemed to notice you checking him out as a playful smirk spread across his face. He pulled back for a bit to give you a wink before continuing with his work. Not too long after that he was done. He wiped the tattoo before disinfecting it and giving you a mirror so you could check it out. You were amazed by how much you actually liked it.

"What do you think?" He asked as he rolled up his sleeves even further, patiently waiting for your answer.

"I love it, thank you so much."

You smiled at him but that soon faded when you saw the veins running down his arms. Fuck he looked hot. He caught you staring at him and raised his eyebrow, teasing you. He slowly made his way towards you, his eyes boring into yours as he stopped right in front of you. He tilted his head a bit as he tightly grabbed your hips, pulling you against him.

"Is there anything you want baby girl?"

You felt your knees wobbling at the nickname as a desperate whine left your lips. You've never wanted to fuck someone so badly. He moved one hand to rest in your neck as he crashed his lips against yours, passionately kissing you. You moaned at the feeling of his plump lips on yours as you were being pushed up against the wall. His hands roamed all over your body as his lips moved to kiss down your neck. You threw your head back against the wall as his fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans. He quickly slid them down before sliding his own jeans down as well. He moved his lips to your ear as he whispered,

"You've to be quiet baby, we don't want people walking in on us now do we?"

You nodded at his words as you wrapped your legs around your waist as he lifted you up. He pressed his lips to yours to muffle your moans as he entered you. Not giving you any time to adjust before picking up the pace. A desperate cry left your lips at the feeling of him filling you up as you dug your nails into his shoulders. He rested his face in the crook of your neck as his hips moved faster, increasing the pleasure.

"Ah that feels good." You moaned as quietly as you could.

He smirked at your words as he slowed down his thrusts, making you whine instantly.

"What's that baby, tell me what you want." 

"Please fuck me daddy." 

His eyes grew wide at your words before an evil smirk spread across his face. He never expected to like the nickname as much as he did, but maybe it was just different coming from you. He started thrusting even faster, making you moan out loudly. Neither of you cared about people hearing you at this point. All you wanted was to come undone as soon as possible. He had you whimpering against him as the pleasure became almost too much. You pressed your forehead against his collarbone as moan after moan escaped your lips. You were so ridiculously close. 

Just a bit more and you'd reach your high. As if Namjoon could sense it he slammed into you even harder, making you cry out as you reached your high. Your orgasm washed over you, making your toes curl at the immense pleasure. It took him a few more thrusts before he came inside of you, filling you up as a low groan left his lips. Both of you panted as you stared each other in the eyes. That's definitely not how you expected this to go. He pecked your lips one more time before setting you down on the floor again as you both put your clothes back on.

"Euhm.. thanks for that. The tattoo and.. you know." You stumbled awkwardly, making him laugh.

"You're welcome Y/N. My real name is Namjoon by the way."

You nodded at his words as you turned around to leave. Only to be stopped by his hand grabbing your arm.

"Can I see you again? I'd like to take you out on a real date, if that's okay."

"I'd like that very much."

The two of you shared one last passionate kiss before you left the shop, after having paid for the tattoo of course. While at first you actually wanted to kill your friend for making you do this, now you were actually considering thanking. After all, if it weren't for her you would have never met Namjoon.

[chikkachu]

I’m Back

Summary: Natsu welcomes Lucy home, in the way he knows best. NaLu Smut OneShot. 

Singspiration: If you fancy a laugh —> At Last - Etta James

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A/N: I was going to flesh this out a bit more, but I decided I’ve been late enough haha! I hope you enjoy your requested smut @nalufever  . Also, credit where credit is due to @keii  for her amazing NaLu art that gave me inspiration ;) This story is 10% some kind of plot and 90% smut. ;)  

-x-

She paused, a shuddering breath left passed her lips. Too much time had passed since she had left. A year to be exact.  Absence taught her that time moved slowly when parted from the second half of her soul.

Natsu.

He would be charging towards her any minute now. Finding her scent from miles away wasn’t unusual, it was in his nature. Rooted to the spot, Lucy couldn’t find it within her to move. Still debating what she was going to say, what could she say that would be believable. She had never lied to him before, technically it was lying by omission. He would never have accepted she had to find Aquarius alone.

Hence the reason, travelling to the continent via the spirit world so he wouldn’t be able to track her.  

“He’s not here you know.” Pivoting quickly to source the voice, piercings and coal orbs came into view, eyes focused on her as he spoke, “Salamander’s on a job.”

“Gajeel.” He hadn’t aged a day.

“I hope you’re back for good Bunny,” Before she could turn around and head back, his words made her stop.

“You hurt him.”

And myself, she added silently in her head.

“I know.” She whispered, because what else could she say.

“Are you coming in or not?” He asked after a moment of contemplative quiet between the pair of them, brushing past her with a nod that signified that she should follow. She did so without complaint.  

“How is Levi?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He replied, patting her head gently as she caught up with his large ground swallowing footsteps.

Seeing Fairy Tail again sent her blood pressure soaring, happy memories surfacing in her mind. For now, she would concentrate on greeting her guildmates and worry about Natsu later.

-x-

Dragging her hand over the familiar stone wall, breathing in their home. Smoke, charcoal, rain, and wilderness, all Natsu. Looking around she noticed he hadn’t changed anything, the vase she placed in the corner, the little carvings he made her were still in the same arrangement above the fireplace.

In the front of their log burner, Happy’s sheepskin rug had surface dust, telling her that they had been away for a while.

Walking further inside and feeling jittery, tears threatening to form with nostalgia overwhelming her, Lucy sat down on the sofa. Laying down, Natsu’s red coat making a nice pillow to rest her head on. Nosing the fabric, a smoke-wood scent surrounded her, enabled long gone dreams to float into her psyche.

Planning for babies and growing old together, a pleasant pass-time, before and after she left.

Now, she wasn’t sure if he would forgive her, let alone take her back. Deciding to use her time efficiently she put herself to work, cleaning the house from top to bottom. After changing the bed linen and wiping over all the windows, she took the time to explore.

A small leather bound book lay on Natsu’s side of the bed, on closer inspection, it was her diary. It was worn, as though it had seen a lot more use in the years she’d been gone.

Had he been reading it, trying to figure out why she had left?

Where she had disappeared too?

The answer came to her almost immediately because yes, Natsu would track her to the ends of the earth. And like with Igneel, he would continue to do so until he found her.

He loves her with his entire being, she knew that without a doubt. Natsu didn’t do things in half measures.

It was all or nothing.

The reason she left as she did was to find Aquarius, which unfortunately was a task she had to complete alone, part of the test she had made for herself. She should have been annoyed that he intruded on her privacy, but he wouldn’t listen anyway.

Lucy buried herself under the covers, warm hues colouring the atmosphere and room, telling her it was nearly dusk.

She awakened to the noise of the door crashing open downstairs, a nervous feeling settling into her stomach when she realised that their reunion was imminent and fast approaching. Lucy pulled the covers over her head, in an ill attempt to hide and give herself time to prepare.

She wasn’t feeling ready, despite the hours she had just taken to think about him and what she could say. The bedroom door swung open, slamming into the wall loudly and she closed her eyes tightly, staying perfectly still.

Apparently, Natsu had other ideas, the quilt ripped off her form. Lying still, she made no move to turn around. She didn’t need to. Swung around by her ankles, Lucy came face to face with a sullen Natsu.

Positioned at the edge of the bed, his fingers gripping her thighs as he stood between them.

Neither said anything as they continued to stare. The urge to touch him, to feel his warmth, for the first time in what felt like an aeon. Lucy reached forward, using an elbow to support herself, as her fingertips grazed his chest.

Gripping her hand, Natsu flattened her palm on his chest, she felt his pounding heart underneath her fingertips. She stayed there for a moment, before tracing a path up his neck, to cup his cheek, her body rose to accommodate the movement. Face to face, his breath tickling her bottom lip, they drifted closer.

“Lucy,” Natsu growled her name, the noise full of heat, he grasped her neck, controlling her head as he took her lips. Canine teeth teased over her upper lip, then he lay butterfly kisses, making his way to the corner of her mouth. Placing a sweet kiss, a pause in momentum got the desired effect. Turning, Lucy tried to catch him, succeeding in a nibble before pulling away again.

Laying teasing pecks on her lips, she followed him each time with no success. Fed up with his teasing, she gripped his hair, her other arm looping over his shoulder. Smirking as she wrapped her legs around him, finding the leverage to pull him on top.  Two could play that game, but Lucy didn’t want to play right now.  

When they started their relationship, it became quickly apparent their arguments were settled carnally more often than not. She got too upset to speak and Natsu always acted on how he felt, getting straight to the point. Asking why he always initiated after an argument, Lucy received a typical Natsu answer.

“Lucy all fired up, is the best Lucy. We always make it right anyway.”

His unshakable faith in their relationship was amazing. Lucy had to agree, Natsu all fired up was sexy. She’d never admit it out loud but watching his strength and passion in a fight did things to her. Sometimes it got ridiculous, such as when he argued with Gray.

She should want to bang their heads together, instead, she wanted to pull him into a broom closet.

Who said quickies didn’t get the job done?

They had certainly christened a few surfaces at the guild. Not that she would ever tell Erza that. Right now, Natsu was in one of his rare intense moods, probably due to his still being mad. Angry Natsu fucked like the fire dragon in his soul, all heat and ferocity.

Groaning as he finally kissed her properly, sucking him into her mouth, pulling his hair every time his tongue twirled with hers. Pushing against his chest, flattening her breasts under his weight, loving the feeling of him surrounding her, pinning her to the bed.  

Using the hand gripping his hair, she trailed her nails down, over his shoulder blades lightly.  

Increasing the pressure as she moved, tense steely muscles resisted. He flexed, the motion inducing an age-old instinct to thrust. Hooking her leg over his thigh, she met his hips half way. Lucy slipped her hand under his waistband, gripping his buttock and forcing a slow grind that left her thighs shaking in pleasure.

“Naughty girl.” Natsu purred, dipping his hips slightly, allowing her to feel his bulge.

“Do you know why?” His voice was an octave lower, nibbling from her ear down to her throat, he placed open kisses on her pulse. Lucy writhed under him, desperate for attention, he knew her weaknesses and kissing her neck drove her wild, even thinking about it turned her on. Natsu knew it, not above using knowledge of her body to his advantage.

“I said,” Her breath hitched feeling a warm hand cup her breast, “Do”, his finger circled her nipple, “You”, trapping the tip with his thumb, “Know”, she let out a cry as he pinched, “Why?”

The lack of skin contact was maddening, heightening her sensitivity, Natsu always knew how to torture her.

“Left-” Warmth engulfed her nipple through her shirt, sucking her through the cotton fabric as she struggled to make an answer,

“I left.” He bit down at her words, giving a short burst of pain, before soothing the ache with his tongue. Slowly, using his other hand to hook the back of her knee, pushing it towards her chest, her calf resting on his shoulder.

“Yes. You did.”

Pulling away from her breast, he smirked at her soft whine of protest, still lightly massaging her flesh. Instead, sitting back on his knees keeping her leg suspended on his shoulder, he placed soft kisses along her calf.

He glanced up at her underneath hooded eyelids, moss green irises reflected pure sin and vengeance as he smoothed a hand over her inner thigh. Previously, she never would have thought Natsu would be the demon under the sheets. Other than typical male ogling when he saw her naked, he had never shown any interest. It wasn’t until after their first time, she found out the Devil wears Prada.

Or in Natsu’s case, a cheeky grin, and open vests.  

Lucy jolted, her hips vaulting off the bed when he pressed a thumb over her clit. He didn’t move, using the hand that was knocked off her breast to hold her down via her abdomen. The lack of movement was unbearable, instinctively she rocked upwards and yelped. His hand positioned directly above her bladder, applied force whenever she thrust upward. It gave her the unsettling feeling of needing to pass water, but it was also building an amazing pleasure in her core.

A risky game.

Asshole.

“Natsu, you kinky bastard!” She twisted her lips, arching her back.

“Ah ah, Lucy.  I know you love it,” To prove his point, he circled her bud roughly and once again she tried to move with him. Crying out, her eyes rolled back at the beautifully erotic ache swelling inside. Moving on autopilot, she shoved her shirt and bra up, clutching onto her breasts creating her own pleasure.

“When you disappeared, I searched the entire house for clues,” Forest eyes held hers, his thumb following her cleft downward, the drenched fabric of her panties allowing smooth movement,

“I came across some interesting books in your drawers…”

Oh no, he didn’t!

“Heh, you know what I’m talking about.’

Lucy wailed as he pushed into her entrance, the fabric pulling tightly over her clit as he continued, voice almost bored if it wasn’t piqued with lust, “I think you’ve been holding out on me.”

Stretching her panties to the side, Natsu inhaled deeply, sighing in contentment.

“Look at you, so red, so pretty.” Lucy pinched her nipples to distract herself from the anticipation. Fingertips ghosted over her mound, she could barely feel it but it still caused a shiver to roll over her skin.

“It’s my favourite colour,” His eyes fixating on the prize he was about to indulge in flickered to hers, the lazy smile on his lips was deceptive. Natsu’s moss green depths were promising she would scream.

“…Especially on you.” Two digits started circling her hole, never entering, smearing her natural lubrication upward occasionally. The ache building to an unbearable level had her straining against the hand holding her down. Pressure in her abdomen, plus teasing caresses had her insides clenching harshly. Her other leg flailing as the sensation accumulated.

“Oh, my god. Natsu, please!” She begged, thrashing just a little.

“Since you asked so nicely…” He chuckled softly, but he still didn’t do what she wanted, for him to fill her.  Instead, he started teasing her clit with light touches, interchanging from a circling motion to flicking.  Arching her back, she let out a strangled moan.

She didn’t think she could get any more sensitive. It didn’t help she hadn’t had a proper orgasm in a year. Hadn’t felt his touch for too long.  

“Mmm, you have such a pretty pussy, so swollen and wet.” Husky and deep, his voice made her body tense and move, burning with desire for him.

“Your clit is so distended right now, asking for attention…” Natsu leant over her body, a hand pushing her head up to meet his, their foreheads touching not obstructing her view of his work.

“If I pinched it right now, would you cum Lucy?” Too overcome to say anything she stayed silent but apparently, that was a bad idea because his finger slid up, making her hips jolt.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.” He kissed her forehead tenderly before he made true on his suggestion. Trapping her bud between thumb and finger, he used them as a clamp, lightly pinching. Screaming, Lucy felt like her nerve endings were exploding in her groin, pain and pleasure causing tremors over her skin.

“I can’t, I can’t-” She managed to swat his hand away from her clit, Natsu was quick on his next attack. His hand returned to her stomach, he plunged two fingers deep inside, curling up to her sweet spot.

“It’s not over yet.” Lucy choked, saliva filling her mouth, as he moved his fingers continuously over her g-spot. The sloshing sounds from his moving fingers were deliciously lewd to her ears, as he forced her into another orgasm.  Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she felt her muscles contract, her heart rate soar, and she grabbed onto the bedsheets for support.

Claiming her mouth as she moaned, Natsu pulled his erection from his pants. Swirling the warmth of his tongue over hers, she could feel him starting to enter. Drowning in his scent and loving the feeling of being intimate once again, his penetration was slow. She could feel his heat, his high body temperature making her toes curl. As he pushed forward her hand shot out, stopping his progress temporarily.

“It’s been awhile, it hurts,” Lucy growled at his smug-ass grin, glaring at him.

“Too big for ya Luce?”

“Shut up.” She shot back with a small pout, letting out an embarrassing squeal when he rolled them over. Gasping as gravity sunk her further down onto his cock, the new position making it easier to adjust. Under no illusions that he was handing over the reins, feeling his grip on her ass and his knees rising behind her. Rocking gently, feeling his girth stretching her walls, she leant forward bracing herself on his chest.

Nose to nose, she stared into his forest depths falling deeper into a haze.

Strapping muscles contracted under her weight as he started moving, meeting her halfway.

There was nothing feminine about Natsu other than his sakura coloured hair, his body solid, masculine, moulded through rigorous training and dragon/demon entities inside. An aura of danger and adventure surrounded Natsu, it’s what attracted her to him all those years ago. 

Even now she was still craving the thrill and how empowered she felt at his side. Arching her back, the friction on her aching nipples caused her lean into the hand kneading her ass. Her denim skirt rucking up above her creamy buttocks served as a turn on. Lucy would never tell, but role playing was a huge turn on.

She felt like a salacious schoolgirl. The feeling of his fingers gripping the skin close to where she wanted him was making her needy.

Warmth engulfed her nipple, playfully taking it between his teeth and sucking sporadically. Gripping his hair to pull him forward, she didn’t consider she had given up leverage. Wicked eyes met hers, locking his arms around her waist and digging his feet into the mattress. Natsu pistoned upwards his cock hitting the right spot, proving he still remembered how to drive her insane. A swift smack on her ass made her grind down, his tip hitting her cervix.

“Natsu!” A mixture of pain and pleasure had her pussy clamping down, feeling the ridges of his shaft as he forced his way in. His mouth switched breast to suck harshly on her neglected nipple, thrusting deep.

“I, I can’t-”

“You keep saying that,” Slowly gyrating in a manner that stroked her clit, his tongue leaving her nipple, pinching the other, rolling the nub between his fingers, “But you can.”

He pulled out leaving his tip resting at her entrance before plunging back in, bottoming out. Lucy bit into his shoulder, feeling the need to place a mark of her own. Breathing in the smell of sweat and sex as he continued, feeling her clit throbbing with need.

Oh, she was so close.

Natsu slid his hand down to trace the skin where they joined, her legs instinctively tried to close as slid in two fingers alongside his dick, fondling her clit with every stroke.

“Such a hungry pussy.” Natsu’s gravelly voice and the feeling of being delectably full sent her careening into a powerful climax.  Nails digging into the sinewy muscle of his biceps, her lips sought his. Mouths dancing in a languid exchange of tongue, her eyes focused Natsu’s as she felt the heat of his release filling her.

Lying on Natsu’s chest, head tucked under his chin, she traced the Fairy Tail emblem. The silence wasn’t awkward, they basked in a serene peace. Sighing she enjoyed the soothing caresses on her scalp, Natsu wasn’t capable of doing nothing. He was always fidgeting or moving, and at times like this, she greatly appreciated it.

“That was quite the welcome home.” She said softly.

Honestly, she didn’t expect anything less from her hell raiser of a boyfriend.

“I still haven’t forgiven you yet,” He quipped, his eyes glinting as he continued, “We still have lost time to make up for.”

“You left me as well!” She argued with a pout, and he smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I know,” He shrugged it off, now stroking the base of her neck, “We’ll make up for that too.”

Lucy liked this plan.

[sonicchaos-fanfic]

| Sonic Chaos | Chapter Two: The Great Dive-Bomb of Death

(Illustration provided by @sonicwind-01 <3)

                                                ~Chapter Two~

Sonic felt weightless. His eyes were closed, and his muscles relaxed. It was such a strange feeling like he was floating in a pool of water. He lingered for just a brief moment, and suddenly rocketed towards the ground. His eyes shot open, and his breathing suddenly became very quick and short.

He was met with a bright blue sky. For a moment, he was frozen in shock. Just an instant ago, he was inside of an exploding ship, and now he was without a scratch, but quickly falling to his death. He was confused, frightened, and relieved all at once, so the only thing he could do to express this was scream at the top of his lungs.

"AAHHHHHH!!!" He looked around frantically, searching for any debris he could grab onto, but there was nothing in sight. He raised a brow; where did the ship go? Didn't it just explode? He quickly spun himself around and faced the ground. He was so high up that his vision was blocked by huge, dark clouds.

He flew like a bullet towards the earth below, his arms and legs flailing. His heart was going a hundred miles an hour, and the wind whipped past his face at increasing speeds. He covered his eyes as he ripped through a cloud, shivering a bit as the cool, humid fluff encased him. As he burst through the bottom, he saw something very strange below him: a thick, vast, jungle.

It spread out for miles in every direction, and off in the distance were mountains higher than Sonic has ever seen. Right in the center of the mountain range, however, was an ominous volcano. It had dark, swirly clouds circling the top.

"Whoa.." Sonic murmured. He was so captivated by the sight that he didn't realize that he was about to crash right into the trees below. He looked down, saw a huge green mass suddenly flying towards his face, and screamed again. He crashed into the trees with a loud bang, hitting many branches and leaves and twigs on his way down.

He flailed around again. As he plummeted towards the ground, his foot was caught by a stray vine. It wrapped around his leg, and just as his nose was about to touch the floor, the vine yanked him back up like a bungee cord. He flopped up and down a few times until he finally hung still. Sonic's nose was now inches from the dirt.

He let out a sigh of relief, thankful that his great dive-bomb of death was now over. He hung upside down for a moment, catching his breath and recovering from the crazy experience.

"Phew." he sighed, smiling a little.

 There was a distant high-pitched cry from above. It got louder and louder as it fell. Sonic raised a brow, but as he was just about to turn and look, he felt something slam into the back of his head, ripping the vine and burying his face into the ground.

 "Sonic! Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" said a familiar voice, the figure quickly hopped off of Sonic's back and yanked on his hand. With a bit of a struggle, they were able to yank his head out of the hole it created. Sonic groaned and shook the dirt off of his face.

"Are you okay?" said Amy, blushing in embarrassment.

Sonic shrugged his shoulders as he tried to dig the remaining dirt out of his ears. "I'm fine. You?" he asked.

Amy brushed off her dress and nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay." Sonic pressed his lips together and crossed his arms. He nodded back, then looked all around him. The trees surrounding them were much taller than he originally thought; they must have been a few hundred feet or so. Also, their giant branches cast dark shadows over the floor, where thick bushes, exotic plants, and large tree roots covered the earth like a carpet.

"Where are we?" Amy asked, looking around. She squinted her eyes and tried looking past the tops of the trees. Only slivers of the sky above could be seen. Sonic hopped on a root and sat down, curiously staring at a couple of ants fighting over a leaf.

"I guess Eggman's thingy worked." He said. Amy crossed her arms and stared at him for a moment. She furrowed her brows in frustration and stomped the floor.

"Argh! That old, meanie! He ruined our date! Ooh, when I get a hold of him, I'm gonna...RGGGH!" She made a gesture that looked like she was crushing something. Sonic smirked, shaking his head.

"Good luck with that." He said. Amy turned towards him and stuck her tongue out. Sonic did the same, and hopped upwards, grabbing onto a tree branch. Amy's eyes widened to the size of baseballs, and she nervously looked around.

"Wait! Where are you going?" She asked, running towards him, staring at him from the base of the tree. Sonic kept climbing.

"Well, if you and I are here, Eggman must be too. If we find Eggman, we find our way out. I'm gonna go up and see if there's a landmark or something. I could have sworn there was a big clearing somewhere." He said nonchalantly. Amy crossed her arms.

"I wonder if there's a village or something nearby.." she muttered.

THUD!

"Ow!" Amy rubbed her head in pain as a heavy object landed right on the top of her. Sonic, who was already halfway to the top, turned to face her and smiled at the object.

"Well, look at that! Your picnic basket tagged along! That's awesome!" He yelled. Amy blinked away a tiny tear and grimaced. She winced as she touched her head; she just knew there would be a knot there by the next morning. Irritably, she grabbed the basket and looked inside.

Everything, including the blanket, was still intact. Amy grinned and hoisted it over her shoulder. Amy looked up to see if she could see where Sonic had gone, but he was nowhere in sight.

"Hey! Sonic?! What do you see?" she yelled. No answer. Amy bit the inside of her cheek and sighed in frustration. They haven't even been there for ten minutes and Sonic had already ventured off. She frowned as time went on, feeling a bit nervous.

There was an abrupt thud that came from behind her, and she screamed in terror. She spun around with her fists balled and felt an overwhelming sense of relief as Sonic straightened out and gave her a perplexed look.

"Wha-DON'T DO THAT! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Amy exclaimed. Sonic laughed at her reaction and shrugged his shoulders. 

 "Come on, I saw smoke coming from somewhere a few miles from here. I think it's from a village!" He said, pulling her along.

Amy tripped a couple of times as she was dragged through the bushes. She winced as her knee hit a large rock jutting out from the ground. An expression filled with nothing but anxiousness was spread across Amy's face. Who knows how long the two of them would have to blindly march through this odd jungle before finding Eggman?

Amy had a sudden realization. She grinned, clapping her hands together and giggling with excitement.

"Wait a minute...we're alone!" she said aloud. Sonic halted and turned to look at her.

"Yeah? So?"

Amy poked Sonic's cheek. "Well, this little adventure might take a few days, or even longer. So," she paused. Sonic raised an eyebrow. Amy drifted off and spun in a circle.

"We have all of this time to spend with each other! It's just you and me like we're on one huge date!" she concluded. Sonic felt his stomach lurch at the thought. He gulped as Amy approached him. Oh brother.

"Uh..." he said. Amy took both of his hands and smiled.

"Aren't you excited?" she asked happily.

Sonic pressed his lips together into a thin line. He stared at her wearily and felt his hands get clammy. Amy always had to make things awkward, didn't she? Sonic nervously shrugged in response, unsure of what to say. Amy let out a whoop and trotted into the wilderness.

"I didn't hear a no!" she said. Sonic crossed his arms and shook his head, watching as Amy ran ahead of him. He looked in a different direction, greatly considering going a different route and meeting her once they find the source of the smoke. He lingered behind for a moment, then decided against it. It wasn't time to risk getting lost, so Sonic quickly caught up to her and took the lead.

~~~

"Sonic, how are you not tired already? We've been walking forever!" Amy groaned. She felt her eyelids getting heavy, and she began to walk a bit slower than usual. Her red boots were dragging along the dirt. Her head was low, and she would have fallen over if she didn't accidentally bump into Sonic's back. Sonic turned around and gently shook Amy's shoulders.

"Hey, come on, Amy, just a little longer!" he said.

Amy pouted and leaned against Sonic's chest, smacking her lips.

"I feel like we've been walking in circles. I could have sworn we passed by that boulder five times now," she whined. Sonic sighed and looked around. The sun was already setting, and the bushes and trees were now dark masses that cast eerie shadows that would mess with the naked eye. Sonic had no idea where they were or how long they've been walking, but he knew they couldn't stop now. He shook Amy awake.

"Look, I'm sorry it's taking so long. Amy? Hello?" Sonic patted Amy's cheek, but she didn't react. Her head bobbed a little and she suddenly was resting all of her weight on Sonic's shoulder. Sonic rolled his eyes and picked her up bridal style. "You're such a baby," he said sarcastically. Amy stuck out her tongue in defiance.

In a flash, Sonic ventured into the darkness. He knew it was stupid to try to run without being able to see, but he couldn't carry Amy in his arms all night long. He yawned, squinting his eyes and searching for anywhere they could rest and not be disturbed. After many minutes of blindly running around, Sonic caught a glimpse of something glowing in the corner of his eye. He screeched to a halt and stared in the direction it came from.

He waited a moment, and nothing happened. He shook his head, passing it off as his mind playing tricks. But, just as he took another step, he saw it again. It was a tiny blue light peaking from behind a bush. He stared at it, curious as to what it was. Cautiously, he approached it, and he noticed that it looked like a very familiar object. "...Is that..what I think it is?" Sonic stepped forward, squinting his eyes to focus on it. As he got closer, he could make out stone bricks beneath his feet. He figured it was a path that led somewhere.

Sonic was just about to poke the object with his foot when it suddenly levitated and zoomed down the path. He gasped and ran after it. This sudden action startled Amy awake, and she let out a yelp. She gripped him tightly as she was being jostled around in his arms.

"Sonic!! What are you doing?!" she exclaimed. Sonic kept his eyes locked on the blue orb, quickly catching up to it. Just as he got close enough to snatch it, it got a little faster. Sonic groaned, picking up speed. Amy buried her face into his chest.

Sonic reached for the orb again, and could faintly feel the energy it gave off against his fingertips. He was so close! But, just as he closed his palm around it, he felt a jolt of energy. Then, it vanished into thin air. Screeching to a halt, Sonic stared at his hand in awe. He examined at his palm, then the back of his hand, then his palm again, just to be sure he wasn't imagining anything.

"Huh?" he murmured.

Amy looked up at him, puzzled.

"What's the matter? What were you running from?" she asked. Sonic stared at the ground and said nothing. He looked shaken. Amy frowned, cupping his cheek.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she gently smiled. Sonic gazed down at her. The tiny slivers of moonlight lit up just enough of her face that he could see her concerned expression. He turned away.

"It's nothing, I just thought I saw..." his words trailed off, leaving Amy a bit impatient. 

"Saw what?"

After a moment of silence, Sonic smiled. He looked up to the sky, watching as stars started to appear.

"As funny as it sounds, I thought I saw chaos emerald, haha. But it was probably just some weird firefly or something," said Sonic.

His eyes made their way to the stone path beneath his feet. He tilted his head to the side and tapped his foot. Amy noticed this and shyly nudged Sonic's shoulder. He looked at her, already knowing what she was going to say.

"I know you’re tired, but can’t we just explore a little bit?" he said.

"It'll still be there in the morning."

"But what if we can't find it ag-"

"You need rest, Sonic."

"No, I don't."

"Sonic."

Amy's gently tone of voice suddenly became a bit more stern and unsettling, which was a sign that Sonic knew he couldn't ignore. He looked down the direction the path went and puffed his cheeks out in disappointment. Hesitantly, he ran the other direction in search of a place to sleep for the night.

Finally, and quite remarkably, Sonic found a large, wide bundle of branches on a tree what would serve as a decent enough bed. It was high enough off the ground that they would be safe but not so high that they couldn't see the ground below.

Sonic hopped onto the branches and set Amy down. Sonic took the picnic basket from her arms and pulled out the blanket. He shook off the specs of dirt that it had, then draped it over Amy. She stirred a bit and slightly opened her eyes. Although it was way too dark to see anything, she felt Sonic crawl next to her and lie down. She smiled. Partly because of the fact that they can finally rest, and partly because Sonic was literally sleeping right next to her, which made butterflies swarm her stomach.

It didn't take very long for her to doze off.

~~~

"Psst! Amy! Wake up!!" Amy's eyes suddenly shot open to see Sonic shaking her. He had a smile on his face, which she found quite odd. She looked around, it was still pitch black. What in the world was he thinking?! Groaning, she turned away and tried going back to sleep.

"Sonic, please go to sleep. It's super late.." she whined. Sonic ignored her and tapped her shoulder until she opened her eyes again.

"No! Come on, Amy you've GOT to see this! Come on, wakey wakey!" Sonic exclaimed. Amy scrunched up her nose and irritably sat up, giving Sonic a death glare. She balled up her fists and felt like punching him for not allowing her to sleep for the millionth time. But, she could tell that he was obviously excited about showing her something, so she agreed to follow him up the tree. Well...sorta.

Amy rested her head on Sonic's shoulder as he scaled up the gigantic tree with her clinging to his back. She noticed that he wasn't wasting any time making his way to the top. She nuzzled him, curious about his actions.

"So, what is it that you have to show me?" she asked quietly. Sonic grinned.

"You’ll see," he said, winking. Amy sighed, she always hated when he didn't give her direct answers, and he tends to do it a lot when she asks him about their relationship.

It wasn't long until they were almost at the very top. Amy looked down and felt her stomach lurch. "S-Sonic..we're really high up," she said. Sonic laughed.

"Just don't look down and you'll be fine." he smirked and peeled away the leaves that blocked their view of the sky.

Sonic pulled her through the top and found a firm branch to sit on. He grabbed Amy and set her down on a branch right next to him. He leaned against the tree and placed his arms behind his head, looking up to the sky. Amy did the same as well and gasped at what she saw.

Hundreds of thousands of stars twinkled above them, shining side by side with a huge full moon. It looked as if someone had spilled a tub of glitter. The sky was a mixture of deep purples, blues, greens, and pinks. Wispy clouds tinted pink and green danced along the stars, creating beautiful patterns. Amy's mouth dropped in awe. Her eyes widened, attempting to take in everything she was seeing. She let out a soft giggle, the view was just absolutely breathtaking. She slowly leaned back, feeling chills up her spine as the cool wind blew past them. Amy opened her mouth to say something, but Sonic beat her to it.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he said, looking over to her to see her reaction. Amy nodded her head and smiled.

"Yeah, it really is. Thank you for showing me!" she said. Sonic gave her a soft nod and looked up again, taking a deep breath.

"It's been such a long time since I've seen a sky like this. It's so rare nowadays," he said. Amy stared at him. He had a peaceful expression, which was uncommon for him to have when he was around her. His eyes seemed to glow along with the stars, which made her heart flutter, and his smile was soft and inviting. Amy's eyes panned down, locking onto his chest.

Oh, how she wished to rest her head there and feel his arms wrap around her as she listened to his heartbeat. She felt her cheeks heating up just thinking about it. But, alas, Sonic probably wouldn't appreciate being cuddled, he never did, not that it stopped her from doing so.

"Hey, Sonic?" said Amy. Sonic turned towards her.

"How long do you think it'll be until we get home? Because if we get to spend nights like this together, I wouldn't mind taking my time." she cooed, batting her eyes. Sonic's smile faltered a bit, and his eyes darted away. He scratched the back of his head, something he usually did when he was feeling a bit uncomfortable. He let out a shy chuckle.

"Heh, um...we should get some rest, it's been a long day," Sonic said suddenly, getting up and ready to hop down to a branch below him. Amy felt a bit like a deflated balloon. His reaction to her comment was a tad disappointing.

As the two were about to head down, something caught Sonic's attention. He paused and looked towards the horizon.

"Did you hear that?" said Sonic, wiggling his ears a bit. Amy shook her head. They waited a moment, then a distant rumble rang through the trees. It sounded like a machine of some sort, with the ringing of drills and the sound of trees cracking and tumbling to the ground. Sonic squinted his eyes and tried to look as far out as he can, but it was much too dark, even with the light of the moon.

"I wonder what that could be?" Amy said, cocking her head to the side. Sonic furrowed his brows as he listened.

"Hmph."

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER THREE 

[peakyblinders1919]

I Can Protect Myself

“Y/N, you’re late.” Tommy said with a steady voice, looking bored more than anything else as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You say, your eyes barely open as you take your seat at the table. A family meeting at 10 in the morning was one thing, but 10 on a Saturday morning, after you had had a night of heavy drinking wasn’t the best idea. Your head was pounding like crazy as you held something cold to it. Everyone was looking at you, which didn’t help the situation. You opened your eyes to look at them all; the Shelby’s, the closet thing to a family you’ve had since you were little. “Yes, I’m terribly hung over so the faster we can get this over with, the faster I can go back to bed.” You said, sitting back.

“Right…” Tommy began, trying not to be too angry because this meeting was actually about good news. Tommy nodded and everyone’s heads turned to watch a young man walk into the room. You opened one eye to look at him, he seemed uncomfortable, awkward, and out of place. You gave him a once over; from what you could tell he was somewhat of a country boy. He wasn’t terribly hard to look at, you even believed with the right outfit and city air he could be cute, but otherwise you didn’t want anything to do with him, or any guy for that matter. All guys were slime where you were concerned. Although you weren’t sure, you had heard rumors that your boyfriend, James, may have been cheating on you, which may have been the main reason for your heavy drinking and increased attitude. You tried your best to avoid him for a while. You tilt your head back again, closing your eyes as a way to get rid of the pain, but only after rolling them.

“This is Michael Gray.”

“Polly’s son; our cousin. He’ll be staying with us for a while.” After this, all the boys started talking loudly, sharing memories of when they were young and ‘played’ together. You thought you could slip away unnoticed, but as you got up from your chair and started walking towards the door, Tommy cleared his throat.

“Y/N.” He said harshly.

“What?” You whine, just wanting to sleep. “This is it, ain’t it Tommy? Can’t I just go?” You asked. He strolled over to you, whispering.

“You can once you introduce yourself. Get to know him, make him feel like he’s a part of this family, he might be working with us.” You roll your eyes as you look at Michael from across the room.

“Hi, I’m Y/N and I don’t want anything to do with you, so I’m going back to bed.” You say with a fake smile, turning to go, leaving everyone in the room rather speechless.

Michael had stayed with you guys for a couple weeks, and you were right about him. He was a country boy; too pure for the world in which you and the Shelby’s existed. He only worked with the legal side of business and followed all the rules. You didn’t like him, and that was fine because he didn’t like you either, as if you’d given him any reason to.

“Oi, that’s my seat Gray.” You say entering the room with a drink in your hand. Tommy had called a little meeting, interrupting you from your work.

“Must be mine now, guess you better sit somewhere else.” He says cooly, undoing his jacket and sitting back comfortably.

“Get up.” You say calmly, standing over him.

“It’s not a big fucking deal, just sit somewhere else Y/L/N.”

“You can’t just walk in here and fuck things up because you’re actually family.” You say, your voice raising. “I’ve been here longer than your ass now get out of my seat.” You say angrily, inches from his face, looking into his eyes a moment too long. He doesn’t seem like he’s going to move, but neither are you.

“Y/N, take a seat.” Tommy says as he strolls in. You look at Michael again, who has a grin plastered on his face. You turn to argue with Tommy, but there’s no use. You take a seat in the back, looking at the cooper liquid in your glass as he rambles on about business.

“Wait, where’s everyone else?” You protest.

“It’s just you guys.” He says, tapping his ashes into the tray.

“What for?!” You say angrily, getting up.

“Y/N, sit down.” He demands. Tommy’s like your big brother, especially one you don’t want to fight with so you slowly sit down, crossing your arms across your chest. “Everyone’s had enough of you two fighting all the fucking time.” He says, slamming his hand on the table.

“We don’t fight all the time,” you mutter under your breath, causing Michael to scoff.

“Right well, the business is growing and that means no one is safe at the moment. Michael, I need you to escort Y/N around, keep her safe-“

“I DON’T NEED PROTECTION.” You shout, jumping up so fast you knock your glass over. “AND HE SURE AS HELL WON’T BE ABLE TO DO IT.” You say, pointing at Michael.

“Y/N, I need you to fucking listen to me. You have the potential of being a target, and we’re not going to lose you, so if that means Michael escorts you places, you’ll fucking let him do it.” You go to protest again when Tommy shuts you up. “I mean it.” He calls over his shoulder, walking out.

“Fuck!” You scream, slamming your hands on the table as Michael gets up.

“Yeah, like I’m excited.” He says, rolling his eyes and walking past you back into his office.

It was the fourth day in a row that you and Michael walked side by side, not saying a word. Tommy was always watching as you left and came to work, so you had no choice but to be with Michael. You rarely found yourself talking to each other but tonight was different. You took the cigarette from your lips to talk.

“Hey so, some friends and I are going to the bar tonight.”

“What time?” He asks.

You shake your head, dispelling the smoke. “You’re not coming.”

“But Tommy…”

“Break the rules every once in a while Gray. No one will talk to my friends and I if we have a Blinder following us, so you stay out of my hair and I’ll stay out of yours. OK?” You say, turning to look at him under the moonlight.

“Gladly.” He says as you walk away.

Everything was going great; Michael wasn’t around, you had drink after drink with your friends at the bar, distracting yourself with the other drunk guys. You found yourself at The Marquis of Lorne, only because none of the Blinders would follow you there.

You turn around to bring the drinks over when you see James in the corner of the bar, making out with one of your best friends. The glasses fall to the floor. He pulled away and looked towards the commotion.

“Y/N,” He says, walking towards you.

“Fuck off James.” You say, your vision slowly becoming blurred as tears start to form.

“Y/N, listen, I came here to talk to you.”

“Yeah right, so that’s why you’re sucking face with my best friend.” You shout.

“She was coming onto me!”

“And if you could keep it in your pants you’d actually just be here talking to me! They were right. You are fucking cheating on me!” You shout, tears about to spill over.

“Y/N, baby, hear me out.” He says, trying to wrap his arms around you.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” You shout, running out of the bar as tears slide down your cheek. You couldn’t believe it. You leaned against the wall and slid down it, burying your head in your hands and sobbing.

You heard footsteps and laughter approaching. Then another familiar voice say, “Y/N, is that you?” You look up to see Michael towering over you, his arm around some girl.

“Great, of course you’d be here.” You say sniffling, looking up at him.

“Trust me, I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Fine, then just go.” You say, whipping your eyes on your sleeve and looking away from him. After some indiscernible noise Michael is sitting next to you. “What are you doing?” You say quietly, turning to look at him.

“I may hate you but that doesn’t mean I like seeing a pretty girl cry. Who do I have to beat up?” This causes you to laugh.

“You couldn’t take him, I’ll tell Tommy.” Michael gets up angrily, starting to walk away. “Michael, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” You say, trying to get up and stumbling, realizing you’ve had more to drink than you thought. “I don’t mean any of it ok. My boyfriend, well my ex, was a jerk, I was just trying to protect myself. I’m sorry.” You admit.

“It’s ok, I understand.” He says, putting his hands in his pockets. “Well, if you want, I’ll just leave you.” He says, starting to turn away.

“Michael, wait! Can you walk me home, I don’t want to be alone.” You say and he turns around, a smile on his face as walks next to you. You stumble a few times, causing him to wrap a protective arm around your waist.

SURPRISE!! This was something I randomly wanted to do and got carried away with (but also may continue if there’s interest) I’m sorry I’m not posting as much and requests are taking me awhile, but thank you for the support everyone!! I LOVE YOU ALL!! XxX gif credit goes to owners