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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years ago

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Paper Surprise part 2

Follow on from: Paper Surprise

Just want Miguel to have a happy ending cause I love him. Thank you @beccabarba for reading over it to see if it was ok before I posted it.

Warnings: Smut.

WC: 2511.

Enjoy x

You were walking around the gallery doing some final touches on the multiple art works hanging around the walls while the catering staff set up the food and drinks. You made sure all the lights over each piece of work was on, there was no dust on them and they were hanging straight. You had just walked into the break room to put on your heeled boots when you heard the bell of the front door,

“Sorry we’re closed” You walked out of the room pushing your skirt down over your stockings and you stopped in your tracks freezing. You pulled your glasses off your face to make sure you weren’t seeing things,

“Y/N” His voice sent a shiver down your spine just like the night on the beach just a couple of years ago. You stood there raising an eye brow at him and crossing your arms in front of yourself leaning into one hip “I was hoping you still worked here”

“What are you doing here Marcus? Wait no, I mean Miguel”

Miguel walked over to you resting his hand on your elbow. You didn’t shy away from his touch and a smile pulled to his face. You looked down at his long fingers resting over your clothed elbow before your eyes scanned up his arm, up to his neck, over his bearded face and locking eyes with him,

“I want to talk to you. That night at the club. You haven’t left my mind” he sighed.

“But you lied to me” you snapped back.

“And I’ am sorry I did, but I didn’t have a choice, I thought if I changed my name- I was naïve, it’s the biggest club in Cabo it was going to catch up with me”

You snorted and nodded your head at him.

“The opening is in 20 minute’s”

“Meet me after? Please?” Miguel titled his head looking down at you “The café on the next block over- midnight?”

You looked up into the sea of brown, your knees trembling threatening to give way and you instantly felt comfortable despite knowing about him.

“Ok” your voice was horse till you cleared it and you nodded.

Miguel lent forward, his warm lips landing on your boiling hot cheek. You sighed into them, your eyes closing for a brief moment before he pulled away giving you a quick wink and turning on his heels to walk out the door. You stood there frozen watching as he walked out, getting into a black SVU and it driving off.

Before the opening you had messaged Alice letting her know what had happened and giving her the details of the meet up, just to be on the safe side. You flicked the gallery lights off at 11.45, walking out and locking the door, a big smile planted on your face at how successful the show was and how pleased your boss was that you had managed to secure buyers for every piece, all deposits paid in cash within a couple of hours.

As you made the short walk to the café, you stopped at the store front next to it, looking at your reflection. You fixed your white button down in your skirt and you hooked you hair behind your ears. You opened your bag pulling out your gloss, quickly reapplying some and walked to the door opening it and walking in.

Your eyes scanned the dim, somewhat crowded room, when you found Miguel sitting in the back corner looking directly at you. You weaved your way through the tables and he stood up as you got him, walking around the table to greet you. Miguel lent over kissing your cheek and then he moved the chair out for you to sit down and he sat down across from you. You both put in your orders and then sat back in your chair looking at Miguel leaning on the table,

“How was the opening?”

“Great. Sold all the pieces” you smiled at him.

“Congratulations. Thank you for meeting me Y/N”

“No worries. What did you want to talk about?”

Miguel took a deep breath licking his lips “I want to explain why I gave you a different name. I want you to see me for me, not for anything you have read or heard”

You sat there and listened on as Miguel explained everything to you. About his family, about him, about the bad things he done without going into detail, about his marriage, why he left Santo Padre and what happened in the last two years.

“Ok” you took a deep breath sitting up in your chair leaning on the table “That’s a lot to take in. You have a very colourful past Mr Galindo”

“I do, I have a lot of regrets. I didn’t want to add you to the list Y/N. That night- it felt amazing to be wanted again, for me”

“I’ am not going to lie, you haven’t left my mind since then. Even after everything I read. But what are you doing now?”

“Helping out with club in the Height’s, hopefully opening another one and running that”

You nodded and fell silent for a moment, sitting back in your chair, “Legit business?” you said out loud and Miguel nodded back.

“For the first time in my life. Y/N, I can understand if you don’t want anything to do with me after lying to you and you hearing all that. It’s a lot and I did a lot of things I’ am not proud of and still haunt me. But I didn’t want to lie to you again. I didn’t want to hide anything if you do decide to give me a chance and if you don’t I’ll never disturb you again, but I’ll never forget you”

“Are you really done with that life?” Miguel nodded back.

“Sleep on it” Miguel grabbed your hand. "I’ll be at the club tomorrow night covering a private function. If you show up, that’s your answer”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then that’s your answer” Miguel squeezed your hand.

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You walked into the club when most people should be sleeping. You had a talk with Alice and she told you to go for it,

“Y/N, it’s been two years! He’s done more than enough to prove himself and he has been honest with you, what more do you need?”

You walked into the overly loud, overly crowded room getting up on your tippy toes to try and see over the sea of heads looking for the private room. You noticed the ‘Private Function’ sign and started to make your way through the crowd. You made it to the bar standing in line when you felt an arm come around your waist and a pair of lips at your ear,

“Guess I have my answer” You smiled wide and turned, coming face to face with Miguel “See those stairs over there” Miguel nodded towards the side of the room “Go up and wait for me”

“Ok” you nodded and smiled.

You stood up in the office space looking out the big roof to floor window, looking down at the dancing crowd, the strobe lights flashing and bouncing off the walls and the bar que 20 people long. You saw Miguel walk out of the private room and to the bar saying something to the bar tender, who hurried off and he looked up at you giving you a wink before the bar tender was back handing him a bottle and two glasses and he started to walk across the dance floor.

You were tapping your foot to the beat of the music when Miguel walked in through the door closing it behind him and walking to the desk sitting the bottle of wine and the glasses on it. He was behind you in a flash, his arms going to wrap around your waist pulling you back into him. You bit your bottom lip as he kissed up your bare shoulder, the feeling of his beard brushing on your skin making you giggle and squirm against him,

“You came” Miguel purred into your ear “I’ am glad”

You turned your head, looking out of the corner of your eye at him, a grin pulling to your face.

“I’ am glad I did too”

You pushed back into him and a growl escaped him, pushing his crotch into you. You wriggled your hips over his hardening cock and his arms around you tightened.

“I promise you, Y/N” one of his hands ran up to cup your breast over your shirt and the other ran down to your thigh toying with the hem of your skirt “I will be completely honest with you”

You moaned nodding your head. Miguel’s hand slid up your skirt, up the inside of your thigh.

“And” you gasped when his finger slipped into your panties “If your past comes back to bite you, you need to tell me. Oh Miguel” you groaned when two fingers slipped into your warm wet core and he started to pull you back from the window backing you both towards the desk.

“I promise” he whispered “But for now, it’s been two years” His thumb connected with your clit and you groaned, your knees trembling as his fingers started to move in and out of you fast “I know this is going to be as good as I remember”

The pit in your stomach was filled with knots and your skin caught on fire as the knots snapped, your breathless moans bounced off the walls and your knees threatened to give way as you came hard on his fingers.

“Good girl” Miguel grunted into your ear thrusting his hard cock into you, pulling his hand out of your panties bringing his fingers up to your lips, while his other hand slid up your shirt, his hand rested on your belly button.

You grabbed his wrist parting your lips and sinking his long fingers into your mouth, running your tongue around them, pulling them out with a pop and Miguel groaned in your ear. Miguel pulled his hand from out of your shirt and stepped back, reaching into his pocket pulling out a foil wrapper. You turned, reaching over to undo his belt buckle, pants button and unzipped the zipper pushing them down to land at his feet. Your eyes locked with his lust filled ones as you hooked your pointer fingers into the waist of his boxers, pulling them down and letting them slide down to meet his pants. You ran your hands up the tops of his thighs, one of your hands resting on his hip and the other wrapping around him, stroking him lazily.

Miguel surged forward, his lips finding yours, the kiss intense and deep straight off. Miguel’s free hand run up your arm, up over your shoulder, over your neck and up into your hair, balling his hand into a fist pushing your head into him more. His pre cum covered your hand and he pulled back taking your bottom lip between his two, stretching it out and then letting it go for it to snap back into place.

His hand came out of your hair and he ripped the foil packet with his teeth, throwing the wrapper on the floor and rolling it one. You licked your lips watching his long fingers moving over him as he rolled on the condom. Before you knew it, Miguel grabbed your hips spinning you around and bent you over the table, pushing the middle of your back forward so your chest was resting flat on the cold metal desk. You felt his fingers at the hem of your skirt again pulling your skirt up over your hips and his fingers traced down over the lace edge of your cheeky cut panties,

“See you came ready for me, dirty girl” Miguel’s fingers grabbed the waist of the panties and pulled them down letting them slide down to your ankles.

“Miguel’s dirty girl” you purred, pushing your hips back into him.

A smirk came to his face and both of Miguel’s hands gripped your hips and you felt the head of his cock starting to push up into you, the stretch an amazing burn. Miguel saw your mouth drop open and he thrusted up the rest of the way till he bottomed out. He didn’t give you much time to adjust to him before he was slamming into you hard, deep and fast, hitting the right spot every time. You lifted your chest up off the table, resting on your elbows, pushing back into him, his balls smacking into you.

You felt the familiar sensation starting to wash over you and Miguel started to feel your walls clamp around him. One of his hands started to run up under your shirt running up over your back and his other snaked around to your clit rubbing it with his pointer finger,

“Fu-Miguel” you panted out loud.

Miguel thrusted his hips up into you hard, his movements getting sloppy, his own release not far behind. You pushed back into him hard your hands balling into fists on the desk, chanting his name and your eyes slamming shut tight while your orgasm raged through you. Miguel trusted up, his balls tensing and he fell forward, his hands landing on the desk as he spilled his seed deep inside you, your name and Spanish words pouring out of his mouth.

Miguel lent over you, kissing your shoulder up to the base of your neck before pushing up off the table, pulling out of you and moving away to clean himself up. You finally caught your breath pushing yourself up off the table, bending down to pull up your panties and push down your skirt. You used the back of your pointer fingers to wipe away smudged mascara. You turned around searching for Miguel and he looked over at you with a smile on his face as he did up his belt buckle walking over to you.

When Miguel got to you he cupped both your cheeks, his lips meeting yours kissing you sweetly and then peppering your face with kisses wrapping his arms around your shoulders pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around him, you both melting into each other, Miguel’s head resting on top of yours. You both staying like that for a long moment.

After a while you felt Miguel reach up taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tipping your head back,

“Thank you”

You frowned looking up into his face and then raised an eye brow,

“For?”

“For being my second chance” Miguel brushed his nose over yours “I promise Y/N, I have learnt from my mistakes”

You pulled your chin away from his fingers and reached up to cup his cheeks. You ran your thumbs over his cheeks and he smiled down at you

“Hey, I just want you to be you. Everything is in the past. New York, New Miguel.”

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hana-bean · 4 years ago

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Close to you (7/7)

And I will walk on again To meet you

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Rei trudged to her closed bedroom door, her eyes halfway open and hair disheveled due to the incessant knocking waking her up at the ungodly hour of nine AM.

She opened the door to a panicked and out-of-breath Serenity.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Really?” Rei yawned. “That’s great, Serenity—”

“It might be Seiya’s.”

That statement made for the best wake-up call, causing her violet eyes to widen. “What?”

Serenity barreled over Rei to get inside the room and pace in a distressed sweat. The latter closed the door then placed her hands on her hips to process the news.

“Are you sure about that, Serenity?”

“No… not really. But I mean, Mamo and I have tried for four years and nothing. But then I sleep with Seiya and then, boom, it happens!”

“How many times have you done it with Seiya?”

“Just once. It’s been busy lately for me and on top of that, they’re still looking for their princess.”

Rei tutted. “The burner didn’t come through, huh?”

“Not at the moment.”

“So you only did it with him once and you’ve been with Endymion a few times since he’s been back, yes?”

Serenity nodded.

She bobbed her head while shrugging. “Well, I’m no rocket surgeon, but I would bet the law of statistics says it’s most likely Endymion’s.”

“I do feel Chibi-Usa’s energy…” Biting her lip, Serenity rubbed her flat stomach.

“There you go!” Rei perked up. “Chibi-Usa is definitely yours and Endymion’s daughter, so you're in the clear!”

Looking away almost shamefully, Serenity hugged herself. “Well… maybe.”

“What do you mean, ‘maybe?’” She shook her head, anticipating an explanation.

“I saw a picture of Seiya’s mother a while ago. She had pink hair and red eyes, just like Chibi-Usa. She reminded me so much of her, but I was too dumb and horny to think to connect any dots.”

“That’s totally a coincidence!” Rei waved a dismissive hand. “It’s a huge universe out there. There are lots of people with that color combination.”

“But for his mother to have that exact combination that Chibi-Usa has? We all know she didn’t get it from me or Mamo!”

“Serenity,” Rei approached her best friend, resting her hands on her shoulders. “You have nothing to worry about. Chibi-Usa is yours and Endymion’s child, you both were destined to have her. The whole destiny energy around you would ensure that happens.”

“But how do we know Seiya wasn’t part of destiny?” The queen stared Rei deep and desperately in her eyes. “We didn’t get to see much when we went to the future back then, just that time when the Black Moon invaded. We only knew what Pluto and Chibi-Usa showed us. There was basically a whole eternity before and after we didn’t see.”

Rei opened her mouth to debate, but then her brain stopped her so it could dwell on that statement.

“Shit, you’re right. Maybe she is Seiya’s.”

“Fuck! Don’t tell me that!” Serenity groaned and resumed her pacing.

“It’s okay!” Wanting to eat her words, she grabbed handfuls of her dark hair by her scalp. “I mean if it is Chibi-Usa that comes out, nothing will be questioned. You’re positive it is her?”

Her highness nodded, her hand rubbing her stomach again. “I don’t know how I know, it just feels like her.”

“Good. Technically everything is going to plan. So stop stressing—the baby doesn’t need it, you don’t need it, and I don’t need it.”

“I just worry about Mamo finding out that she’s not his.”

“Well, it was destiny, wasn’t it? Whether or not she is Seiya’s, it was supposed to happen. Endymion can’t argue with that.”

“He would be so heartbroken…” Serenity sniffled as tears began to form.

“But we don’t know that yet. She could still be his.” Rei approached her once again, wrapping her arms around her shoulders in a supportive hug. “I hate that you’re so stressed out. This is supposed to be a happy moment. Chibi-Usa will finally be born like you’ve been wanting for so long.”

“I know,” she sobbed as she returned the embrace. “And I am happy, I just started thinking and—”

“No, no, none of that. No more thinking.” Rei patted her blonde head. “Everything is happening as it should. Chibi-Usa is in you as it was supposed to happen. So the only thing you should be thinking about is keeping yourself healthy and relaxed for the next nine months.”

“Right… you’re right.”

“Yes, I know I'm right.” Rei pulled away to look into Serenity’s face with a smile. “Trust in destiny. She will not lead you astray, and She hasn’t.”

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Serenity turned around from her position at the nursery window after she heard a soft knock.

“Come in.”

Star Fighter slipped in, quietly closing the door as she kept her eyes on her queen.

“Is she awake?” She whispered.

“Yes,” Serenity turned around to reveal herself holding a bundled month-old infant. “She’s been squirming a bit.”

With an open-mouth smile, while removing her leather gloves, Fighter crept up to the pair and stroked the pink fuzz atop Chibi-Usa’s head with her fingertip.

“She’s so cute and small,” she squeaked with twinkling eyes. “But she has grown a lot since she was born.”

“Did you want to hold her?”

“Yes. Give me the nugget.” Fighter immediately grabbed for the bundle and rested her on her chest, giving her head and cheek multiple kisses all the while.

“How was the trip?”

“Long.” Fighter rolled her eyes. “Uranus and Neptune got in a tiff and then Uranus and Healer did, and then couldn’t be in the same room together… it was a mess.”

“Any sign of your princess?”

She shook her head while twisting her mouth in disillusionment.

Serenity sighed. “I’m sorry, Fighter. I thought for sure we found her with the burner Mamo found.”

“Me too. What probably happened is that the castle was looted and people sold or traded it.”

“But you said you felt her energy…”

“Well, stars leave a trail and what I felt could have been and most likely was residual energy. The burner was definitely hers and she’s definitely been in it, so it makes sense.”

The queen rubbed her hand down from her neck to her shoulder. “I was hoping she was just really shy.”

Fighter smiled. “She is quite reserved but she would have shown herself by now.” She then began pacing the room as she rubbed baby Chibi-Usa’s back.

“Oh wait, Fighter!” Her first-baby neuroses came out as she apologetically spoke her request. “Could you take off your boots before walking with her? Your heels are pretty tall and I don’t want anything to happen…”

“Yes, of course…!” The guardian looked around. “Did you want me to give her back to you while I do that or…?”

“Actually, sit down and I’ll take them off for you,” Serenity beamed.

“Thanks, Odango.” She located the nursing chair by the bassinet, being extra careful in her steps, and took her seat.

Serenity sat on her knees, slowly pulling down the zippers of Fighter’s boots and removing them, revealing her over-the-knee trouser socks.

“Ooh, these are sassy,” she traced the hems around her lower thighs with a giggle. Fighter blushed, trying hard to suppress her ticklishness.

The queen then turned her gentle grazing into gentle massages, resting her head on the guardian’s lap as her hand moved down her calf.

“The DNA results came in last week.”

“Really?” Fighter’s stomach couldn’t help but drop.

Serenity nodded and pointed. “Yes, they’re on the desk.”

She looked over in the direction of her finger, finally noticing a white envelope sitting open in the middle of the table. Her nervousness formed a lump inside her throat in which she tried to gulp down.

“What did it say?”

Her highness turned her head to rest her chin on Fighter’s thigh, a smile curled on her face.

“Congratulations. You’re a father.”

Fighter didn’t know how to react, or which emotion to show, for she was both excited and scared. Though she was overall touched by the fact she helped create this new bundle of life sleeping on her chest, and she placed a small kiss on Chibi-Usa’s head while a silent tear escaped down her cheek.

“That makes me so happy,” she sniffled.

Serenity kissed her knee. “It only means that you were meant to be here. Out of all the planets in the universe, you were meant to come here… and get in that bar fight… just for me to find you.”

Fighter laughed through the waterfalls of joy while squeezing Serenity’s hand.

For several moments, both women sat in silence, rubbing hands, legs, and feet and giving more gentle kisses to the sleeping Chibi-Usa. Eventually, Fighter stood up and placed her in the bassinet before walking over to the desk to grab the envelope. She removed the paper from inside and studied its contents for a couple of moments.

Serenity was confused initially to then see Fighter saunter toward a lit candle on the mantel and set the paper on fire before tossing it in the empty fireplace. The guardian never took her eyes away from the burning document, even as the queen joined her, hugging her waist from behind.

“I hope you know I plan for you to still be a part of Chibi-Usa’s life.”

"I know,” Fighter grabbed Serenity’s hand. “And I will. That baby will have lots of love.”

Serenity reached around Fighter to turn her around to face her, then gently grabbed her jaw to steady herself for their lips to meet.

“Thank you, Seiya. You’ve given me the most wonderful gift.”

Fighter chuckled, snaking her arms around the royal waist and bringing her closer for more kissing. “Did you want to make another one?”

“No.” She stated the complete sentence with a hundred percent seriousness. “But I thought we could maybe have our fun with you like this…” She palmed her breast as her thumb grazed the blue outline of her bra while she placed small pecks along her neck. “Way less risk.”

“Are you… okay with me like this?”

“Of course." She kissed her ear. "You’re still you, and it’s the real you.”

As Fighter’s heart melted, filling her whole body with warmth, she smiled before taking the queen’s lips captive with hers.

Fuck yeah, we’re done! Hope y’all enjoyed it!! I love you all!! Happy SeiUsa week 2021! Wooowowowowoo! Rock 'n' roll!!

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Lost Tomb Lewks, Part 4

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Amusements)

Warning: vague Spoilers for Season 1 of The Lost Tomb Reboot

Look 17 is this gorgeous knife.

I’m not a “knives are sexy” person, or I should say, I never WAS a “knives are sexy” person before.

I do have a strong affection for my Alaskan ulu kitchen knife, which is a godsend for anyone who is arthritic (me) or who is an upper-limb amputee (my family member) or is hemiplegic (different family member), but that’s as much attention as I’ve ever paid to a knife.

Until now:

(*whisper* lick it)

Ahem.

This is a kukri, a traditional knife of the Gurkha people in Nepal and India. It’s similar to a machete but it has a downward-curving blade, which means you can slash downward forcefully without bending your wrist. It’s excellent for cracking crustacean shells heavy chopping, as well as combat. Wikipedia doesn’t know why there are notches near the base of the blade but sure does have some theories.

The handle looks to be a mix of metal and ivory. Hopefully antique ivory, or ivory from a properly-compensated voluntary donor. [That is a joke, the ivory trade is bad, don’t kill elephants, etc.] The case is topstitched leather with snaps to keep the knife from escaping. Did OP just spend an hour learning too much about knives? She did. Does this mean she’s going to also make an effort to learn something about watches, a critically overlooked area of her menswear commentary? It does not.

Look 18 is a classic explorer’s rig that looks like it came out of the Banana Republic catalog back in 1987 when the name “Banana Republic” still kind of suited the clothes sold there. (Google it and be startled) This look features dark brown trousers that are comfortably loose but still well-fitted and flattering. The shirt is two warm tans--a dark one for most parts, and a lighter one through the chest and inner arms. This gives it a nice depth and keeps it from looking bland. This outfit also features Wu Xie’s watch, which...is round? and tells time.

(more after the cut!)

This look features the first of many, many, many times that a character will shine a flashlight directly into the camera. Which makes it painful to watch the show on my tablet in the dark when my bedmate is asleep. Knock it off, characters!

Side Note: Wu Xie’s room has some good features. He’s got a giant bulletin board holding framed photos of all the adventures in which he was played by a different actor. This makes it easy to move his photo collection when his uncle decides to be a dick about the rent.

Wu Xie’s bed is big and comfy-looking, with a variety of patterns and textures; appropriate for a person who’s planning on dying, or having an increasingly complicated love life, or both. This bed has room for a 100-year-old boyfriend, a 20-year-old girlfriend, and a thousand-year-old crustacean-brained princess, as long as everyone’s friendly.

It also has a padded headboard, which is so important when you are dating a paper-mache person with a fragile head. This padded headboard also has curved head/neck support things that look just the right size for a person to grab onto with both hands and hold on for dear life. It looks antique, which means Wu Xie bought it for the aesthetic value and definitely not for fucking, right? Definitely not. For fucking.

Wu Xie tops off Look 18 with the handsome swamp green coat from their recent tomb adventure, now completely unmuddy thanks to the world’s greatest dry cleaner, and with a strappy, practical backpack.

This warm-toned outfit and the buttery colors of the room are perfect for having an intimate, deeply truthful conversation...

....in which you gently crush your dear one’s heart into powder.

Look 19 is Xiao Ge’s blue hoodie and black pants combo, which we finally get to see in the full light of day.

The hood is good for hiding in when you want to cry.

This hoodie looks black in low light, but is actually navy blue with black piping, placket, and zipper.

The ensemble features black trousers with an eye-catching vertical silver-toned zipper on the front pockets. Black boots and black tactical gloves round out the look.

Side note: each of the Iron Triangle guys has his own backpack style. Wu Xie’s is an olive green expedition pack. Pangzi’s is two-tone canvas and leather.

Xiao Ge’s is black tech fabric, and features a chest strap to keep it from shifting around when he is kicking asses. The black straps coordinates well with the black piping on his hoodie.

This outfit is a good one to wear while you exchange tender gazes of pure unconditional love with the guy who is crushing your heart into powder.

I don’t need to look at Pangzi I know what Pangzi looks like and anyway I glanced at him already today.

Did OP slow these gifs way down purely to keep from giving anybody eye strain? She did. OP is considerate of your eyes. Speaking of eyes, awww. Xiao Ge sure is bros with Wu Xie, you guys.

Look 20: Liu Sang! Liu Sang! Liu Sang!

Actor Liu Chang, a man who can wear literally anything and make it look fucking amazing, makes his entry onto the scene in a good, but understated, suit.

Most of the suit is a charcoal grey, but it has a single light grey lapel and pocket flap, to keep things interesting. He’s wearing it with black Oxford shoes that have a small red, white, & blue tab poking out the back. So he’s dressed conservatively, but with a bit of flair.

He’s accessorized the look with perfectly fine, but not very interesting, black wirefame glasses that he’ll replace with cooler ones after some time underground. He’s got a cartilage piercing in his left ear with a flat black oblong earring. Because of his extreme hearing, he’s wearing noise-cancelling earphones.

This look says, “normalize the use of adaptive tech.” These are probably - in real life - not as effective as the larger over-ear headphones a lot of noise-sensitive people use, but their sleekness and elegance match the rest of Liu Sang’s accessories and clothing.

Because of his noise sensitivity, Liu Sang pukes as soon as he gets out into the crowded street. He vomits neatly into a drain, however, in the way of someone who’s used to managing this symptom and isn’t going to let it spoil his outfit. We stan a neuroatypical king.

More Lewks coming soon!

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skepticbeliever-bookclub · 4 years ago

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Hello! Are there any nice and long enemies to lovers fics out there? Thank you!

Hello darling!

Here are some we think you might like!

theft by finding - varnes | E, 26k, complete

Shane looks down at the medallion in his hand. He doesn’t know why he’s kept it, all these years. He doesn’t know why he’s kept it so close, always on hand. He should have sold it years and years ago, but he never quite managed to get around to it, and now here he is, in the burning building that is his whole life, with nothing else.

Over the groaning of collapsing wood, he hears Ryan’s voice: “Shane? Shane? Shane!”

He sounds breathless, like he’s been running. Shane kicks down the cracking front door and exits to the street, tucking the medallion into his back pocket. Ryan is standing right in front of the door, as if he had been about to run inside.

“Tell you what, Ryan, you really know how to make an entrance,” he says, brushing ash off the front of his shirt and hoping that he’s managed to keep most of the bitterness out of his voice. “So was ruining my life once just like, not enough for you?”

OR: don't lie to me, you wanted an Indiana Jones AU.

Love Me ‘Til The End - sunriseandsunshine | T, 16k, complete

Shane does not like Ryan. Never has, since kindergarten. Hell, he even tries out for the basketball team just to spite the idiot. Their dumb rivalry is his anchor, though. His life is changing and with little notice. Shane's got an aversion to it. He, and most every human, has inertia. A tendency to stay on the same life trajectory, and resist anything that threatens to make him take a different path. But he's starting to getting tired of resisting this particular one.

Making the basketball team doesn't just give him a number on a jersey or popularity at school, it leads him to the best thing he'll ever have. Ryan Bergara.

The Hierophant - carrieonfighting | T, 94k, complete

“So kids, for the last week, we’ve been discussing the fundamentals of duelling.” Shane lounged easily against his desk, robes hanging open haphazardly. Ryan snorted to himself, sitting at the back of the huge room, and he saw Shane’s ear twitch.“

So today, now that I have a partner, it seems like a fantastic time to demonstrate!” He announced. It was Ryan’s turn to twitch. “Professor Bergara is your new Divination teacher, he’ll be starting his classes after the weekend. Please stand up, Professor.”

“E-excuse me?” Ryan said, turning terribly red.

In which Ryan sees the future and moves to Scotland, meets his hero and isn't impressed, hears strange noises in the night, and interrogates some ghosts. After all these years, the castle still keeps its secrets.

on a mistake if we don’t survive - abovetheruins | M, 7.2k, wip

If there was any way that Ryan had expected his week to end, it wouldn't include stumbling onto his frat brothers gathered around a summoning circle in the basement, illuminated by the glow of a dozen candles while one of them stumbled through some crude incantation in a language Ryan didn’t recognize.

And yet.

Ryan's frat brothers summon a demon. He's... not what Ryan expects.

The Thrilling Case of the Mysterious Five - MiraclesOfPaul | E, 57k, complete

Shane has spent the last two years arguing with Agent Bergara, a crazy conspiracy theorist and believer in the supernatural. When a woman goes missing, they hit the road to investigate The Five, a cult that chases UFOs around the country.

An X-Files AU if Mulder and Scully initially hated each other and constantly got into unprofessional arguments.

stay the night with the sinners - bodhirookes | E, 58k, wip

“Enjoy recess?”

Ryan doesn’t recoil, even as his stomach does. “Yes.”

Shane Madej doesn’t back down at the cold, one-worded answer. On the contrary, it makes his grin widen until Ryan can see every single one of his big, pointed teeth.

“I’m sure the City of Angels really does it for you, Bergmeister. Lots of innocent, impressionable souls. It’s like an all-you-can-eat buffet out there.”

“Sounds like it’s more your speed.” He levels Shane with an unimpressed frown. “And don’t call me that. I’ll light you up with Holy Fire before you even have the time to take it back.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Shane cooes, stooping closer. Ryan hates him, hates the icy-hot cavity that forms in his gut at the sight of his unruly hair and his black, black eyes. “L.A.’s big enough for the both of us, sweetheart. We can share.”

Or, Steven Lim, an angel, and Andrew Ilnyckyj, a demon, flee Heaven and Hell to be together, and Ryan Bergara, an angel, is forced to serve on the jury for their trial. He hates every single second of it, and Shane Madej, one of the oldest demons around, is constantly there to remind him why Heaven and Hell shouldn't mix.

can’t take you home to mother (that’s what I like about it) - redmaynes | E, 21k, complete

“I still hate you, you know that?” Ryan gasped out after they finally broke for air, and he roughly shoved Shane back on the mattress to make quick work of the button of his jeans, and smirked when he heard Shane curse under his breath when he pulled down the zipper slowly, agonizingly.

“The feeling’s mutual, baby,” Shane said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t call me baby.”

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staruplatinum · 5 years ago

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hello, I’ve been slow with these commissions and I’m terribly sorry! this is the first of 3 Ill be posting throughout the week. This commission is for the lovely @calamityismyspecialty ! ♡

Bruno Bucciarati x f!prostitute reader ♡

word count | 3.8K words

warnings: angst, soft smut, creampie, graphic depictions of abuse, violence.

quick summary: reader helps Bruno escape from a sticky situation, saving his life. he decides to return the favour.

You couldn’t say you enjoyed your job, but you couldn’t say that you necessarily liked it either. Being a prostitute in the mafia was no easy task. Often times you were abused, tricked and involved in other illegal practices, events and parties that you really had no interest in. However, as sad as it was, it was good money, and yet despite that - you really didn’t have a choice. Your family had owed a debt to Passione long ago, so now you were forever their property.

Despite the dirty men you had to be sold to night after night, that wasn’t nearly as bad as being “eye candy” for some Mafioso while he conducted business meetings. You were always forced to sit on his lap, in revealing clothing, and only being told to speak when spoken to. It was like you were a shell. A nobody, used only for other men’s pleasure. It wasn’t uncommon that some of these men would even take turns on you after these meetings, reducing you to nothing more than a whore. Oh- and they didn’t pay you extra, either. That was how the mafia underworld was - unfair.

One particular warm night in Naples, as you were getting ready for another client, you overheard something.

“I am going to kill him!”

One of the men in the other room shouted. Now, usually you minded your own business. After all, you were just a whore in their eyes - your opinion meant nothing. However, you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling concerned. Who did this man want to kill? Why? You could only hope that whenever this was to happen, that it wasn't going to happen while you were there. You had seen a lot in the Mafia, from drug-dealing, to flat out seeing men beaten. But murder? How could someone see that and be “okay”....

Nevertheless, you went about with your night. But the thought lingered. You looked at yourself in the vanity, admiring how well you applied your eyeliner and mascara and went on to finish the rest of your face. Before you knew it, you were all done up like a doll. For a moment, you almost felt proud of yourself and your looks. If you didn't know better, you’d surely be mistaken for a model. Too bad that wasn’t your life…

A sudden loud bang at the door knocked you out of thoughts, and you turned behind you to see a man in a dark suit staring at you angrily while adjusting the gun in his pocket.

“Lets go puttana, you have work to do.”

You turned your nose up and practically scowled at the thought of having sex with this man, but this was your job. Sighing, you turned off the vanity light and made your way to the door frame, where the man forced you to hold onto him as you walked downstairs.

As you both entered the large meeting room, there were a bunch of men you didn’t recognize. One in particular, who stood out to you was wearing a white suit with a tear-drop print on it and various gold zippers. He had the most odd hair (you couldn’t help but think!) and his eyes were as blue as the ocean. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. Like always though, every man in the room had their eyes on you, mainly from lust. But the man in the white suit - you could already tell he was different, the way he looked at you wasn't from lust. It was more like curiosity and pity mixed into one.

Sitting down next to your ‘lover’ for the night (if you could even call him that) you found yourself sitting directly across from the man in the white suit, whom you later found out that his name was Bruno. Bruno Bucciarati. He was a poor boy who grew up in the suburbs of Naples with his father, who was a fisherman. Unfortunately, his father ended up dying from a drug-related incident. He was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time. Knowing this hurt your heart, it was such an awful way to be brought into this life. You truly felt bad for Bruno.

Like always, you sat next to your client and kept your mouth shut while they conducted business. The men talked over and over about various things going on in Passione, be it new missions, weapon trades, drugs, etc. You, however, had no idea that Bruno Bucciarati was against nearly all of these things and that is the reason why your client wanted to kill him. As the night proceeded on, things started to get more tense in the room you were in and you started to wonder if tonight was even going to end well for anybody. Almost every man in the room had a gun on him, and you started to worry. Soon, Bruno stood up asking to excuse himself. The others agreed, and as soon as he left the room you could hear everyone else talking about the easiest way to assassinate him without his team being involved. Oh no. Your heart began to race, and you sat up from your chair, asking for permission to use the washroom.

Your client complied with your wishes, and you hurriedly got up to leave the cigarette-smoke filled room. It took you a moment, but once you were out of everyone’s sight you finally had a moment of peace in the hallway - and that’s when you saw Bruno.

You tried to avoid eye contact, thinking it was awkward. Afterall, you really didn’t want him thinking that you were following him - even though you were. In reality it was all to help him in the end. You turned to look in one of the hallway mirrors, decorated with fake plants, as you pushed your hair behind your ear. You took a moment to breathe in before turning around to face him.

Bruno stared at you for a moment, but his eyes never left your face. Unlike most men, he didn’t check out the tight black dress that fit all your curves perfectly and showed off your cleavage. Bruno wasn’t like that.

“Hi…” You managed to say, voice hoarse. It felt like it was the first time you had even spoken in the last few hours.

Bruno smiled, reaching out his hand to shake yours.

“Ciao”

You smiled slightly, leaning against the hallway sideboard and shaking his hand. Though you wanted to talk with him more, this was no time for small talk. Yet you couldn’t stop the words leaving your mouth.

“I um.. I like your suit!” you said happily.

“Grazie, Bella. I like how well done your hair is. Did you do it yourself?” Bruno asked.

Again, you were shocked by him. You were sure he wanted to compliment your dress, but it was awfully nice of him to compliment something else.

“Yeah.. I um.. Always do my makeup and hair.” a pink blush began to form on your face, ad Bruno leaned closer to you, admiring your features. If anyone else came in, they’d think it was a scene straight from a movie. The way you two looked at eachother was no different than a couple who was in love. As much as you wanted to lean closer, and perhaps kiss him, a sudden loud bang made you both jolt.

“That was a gunshot….” you mumbled, looking up at Bruno in fear. “You.. You have to leave here. It isn’t safe.”you added.

Bruno cocked an eyebrow and let a faint chuckle escape his lips.

“Why do you say that, Bella?”

He was in the mafia since he was 13, hearing a gunshot was no surprise to him, yet he suddenly felt worried too, mainly for you.

“I think the men in the other room may be plotting to kill you...” You said sternly.

Bruno was taken aback by your words. How did a girl like you even know this stuff? Were you lying? Were you being sincere? He was very good at finding a liar in a crowd, unfortunately his method for testing lies wouldn't be in his favor, seeing that you were taken by another man. He had no idea, however, that your situation was exactly the opposite.

“I suppose that’s a pretty good reason to leave then. But how can I trust you?” Bruno asked you, looking around the hallway you were in. “I’ve been in the mafia for a long time, men carry around guns all the time to assert dominance and show off. I even have one.” He added, pointing to the bulge at the side of his pants.

“I’ve worked here for 5 years now, Signore” You said, firm with your word. “I’ve seen many meetings like this end bad. You don’t have to trust me, but please. I overheard them discussing it earlier…”

You were practically pleading with Bruno at this point, tears welling up in your eyes.

Bruno grabbed both of your arms gently, pulling you closer to him. He studied you face, and something inside him told him that you were being genuine. There were many possible ways he could get out, and especially with his stand ability (that you knew nothing about!) he could easily get out of a sticky situation like this. Besides, if you did lead him to danger at least he knew in the end that you were in fact a liar, and not worth his time.

“Alright then, Bella. How do I get out of here?” He asked, gently caressing your bicep with his thumb.

You swallowed heavily, pointing behind him.

Regretably, it was near the garbage bins but it was better than having his life lost over some stupid disagreement. “Right through there”

As Bruno nodded and let go of you, the two of you walked towards the exit you pointed to. As if on queue, from the end of the hall you heard another gunshot, and the sound of heavy chairs scraping the marble floor. The sound of mens deep voices started to fill up your senses and you knew that the meeting was “over”. They’d be coming to get Bruno any second now.

“You have to go now, I’ll distract them! Go!” you whispered.

Bruno smiled at you and grabbed onto your hand. “Wait!” he shouted. “I never got your name?”

“It’s Y/N.”

Bruno thanked you for saving his life. He had asked you for one last thing, which was your phone number. If he were anyone else, you would have said no. But something about Bruno made you want to see him again, and so, impulsively, you wrote your number down on his hand before shoving him out of the door.

Just as you did that, the men you were with caught up to you. You fixed your dress, pressing down any seams and pretending to fix your hair as they made their way to where you were. They were quite stupid, and luckily they didn’t even suspect that you were helping Bruno. To them, they thought that you had just went to the washroom like you had asked. If they knew the truth, you would have surely been beaten, or worse. Exactly as you suspected, as soon as you returned to your seat you could hear the men arguing over how Bruno escaped. The tension in the room was high, and you wanted to leave. But you couldn’t. After all, you were still sold to this man for tonight, and you had to follow through with your promise…

The thought of Bruno calling you was the only thing that kept you going. He was your only hope.

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Two weeks had passed since you last saw Bruno, and only a week prior to that did the men realize you had been the reason for his escape. Security cameras could be a bitch… and you paid greatly for that mistake. Your black eye and bruised arms showed for it. Still, there was no word from Bruno.

You sighed heavily as you stared outside your bedroom window, a single tear rolling down your face. Today was Sunday, the only day you ever had to yourself from this wretched business, and as you watched the people walking amongst the streets of Naples, you felt so lonely inside. If only your life was different. You could have been married; possibly to someone like Bruno! If only..

From your apartment door, you heard a knock. “One minute.” you sighed as you slid on your housecoat and slippers and walked to the door. You made sure to keep the chain-lock on, since lately men were forcefully bringing themselves to your apartment. They had to make sure you were going to “pay” for letting Bruno escape. As you pulled the door open, you hid your left eye behind the door, not wanting anyone to see. You were shocked to see that the man at the door was Bruno.

“Ciao, Y/n. May I come in?” Bruno asked, a genuine smile on his face.

You wanted to tell him it wasn’t safe, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to let him go again. Nodding, you undid the chain-lock and let him inside, keeping your head down in shame.

As Bruno entered your apartment, He could see how clean it was, yet despite that, the place was really run-down. His heart hurt seeing this. He turned to you, and gently lifted your chin up so that your eyes met with his.

He gasped.

“y/n! What happened? Who did this to you?!” He practically shouted. You had no idea, but in those two weeks Bruno was ‘gone’, he had done research on you. He knew exactly why you were a prostitute, that it wasn’t your choice, and he knew all about your debt to Passione. He knew about the men you were with and how awful they treated prostitutes, as well as how badly you had to pay for saving him. Needless to say, he was furious.

“It’s nothing, I just-” You were cut off by Bruno silencing you.

Bruno’s soft hand groped the left side of your cheek, his thumb gently caressing the dark purple spot that formed under your eye. You weren’t used to such sweet affection. In fact, you couldn’t even remember the last time anyone treated you this nicely. You allowed yourself to relax, and you leaned into his touch - using your hand to caress his forearm.

Bruno looked down at you, smiling.

“Let me take care of you, Bella.”

Those words were all you needed to hear. It was almost as if Bruno saying this was enough to fix all your problems. Though it wasn't true, it was still nice to believe so..

Bruno leaned down and kissed your lips passionately. He didn’t waste any time in asserting his dominance by running his tongue along your teeth ; asking for entrance and engulfing your mouth in a warm, erotic kiss. You gladly complied, letting him take control. The two of you made out passionately for several minutes until you felt his hard cock straining against his suit pants. You smirked a little, realizing where this whole situation was headed and you gently pushed him off of you.

“Bed..?” you asked curiously.

Bruno just nodded, and before you could even take a step further, he picked you up bridal style and brought you over to your bed, laying you down gently.

You sat up, removing your slippers and housecoat - leaving you only in your gown - and you slid down the sheets, onto your knees.

“What are you doing?” Bruno asked, as he removed his suit top , tossing it to the side.

“I- um… about to suck your dick?” you replied, not sure if you should state it as a fact or a question.

“No” Bruno said. “You have been treated like shit for the past 5 years of your life, all because of a stupid debt. It’s not fair that this has to happen to you. Please, let me take care of you, and you’ll be free from this place.”

Hearing his words nearly made you cry - but now wasn’t the time. Both of you wanted to have sex with each other, and that is how your night should go. Pillow talk can come later. Little did you know, that Bruno had already arranged for his gang to wait outside so that they could all rescue you. You see, the men you worked for were ranked lower than Bruno’s position in the mafia. And even though they wanted to kill him, It would be quite a hard feat considering they’d have to get through multiple stands to lay a finger on Bruno, or you.

Bruno undid his belt and pulled his trousers down, revealing his hard cock in his pants. He pushed you on your back onto the bed gently and pulled down your white-lace panties. You tried your best to relax, seeing that this hasn’t happened to you for years.

He leaned down, cupping your thighs and leaving light kisses up them as he pulled your core to his face - finally pressing his lips to your wet folds. He began to lick slowly and kiss you - almost in a teasing way! You were sure that just from his light treatment, that you’d cum instantly. But Bruno didn’t want the fun to be over just yet.

Bruno continued his actions, licking between your folds, sucking your clit and swirling his tongue around, while adding two fingers inside of your core. His fingers curled upwards and he pressed against you g-spot over and over as he ate you out.

You let out a soft moan, gently pulling on his hair.

“OH! Bruno…”

You bit your lip as you felt heat pool in your core, and before you know it you were arching your back in pleasure. Your eyes saw white as your thighs trembled, trying to ride out every last second of your orgasm. Boy, was Bruno good with his tongue.

When he finally pulled away, he licked your juices off of his fingers, smiling as he did so. “Just as I thought, you aren’t a liar after all.” he chuckled. You, however, were still too caught up in your post-orgasm to even acknowledge what he had said.

Bruno laid on top of you, kissing you slowly again. His hand traveled from your sides, down to you legs, where he gently spread them for him. You didn’t even realize he had taken off his underwear. When did that happen? Was he so good that you lost track of time? You looked into his beautiful-blue eyes, filled with lust and admiration, you grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance as he slid into you.

His brows furrowed at you hot tightness. He was big, bigger than most men you had slept with, but the stretch felt nice. It was like he fit you perfectly. He began to thrust slowly before increasing his pace. As nice as he was being, he was still a man and the only way to chase his release was to fuck you fast, which he did. At least he was fucking you in a more intimate position! Most men just took you from behind, forcing your face into the bed sheets.

Bruno slid his hand up to your breast, gently cupping it before taking it into his mouth and sucking on your hardened nipple. The way his cock was hitting your walls was making you moan in pleasure, you couldn’t believe how good it felt.

“Bella, you feel so good. So hot and tight for me” He moaned out, holding your hip as he thrust into you again. He bit his lip as he watched your breasts bounce in unison with his thrusts, and the slight bulge that purged at your naval region, showing just how deep he was going. You could feel him hitting your cervix.

Bruno fixed his position and kissed you passionately once again. Only pulling away to compliment you once more.

“It’s like your pussy was made for me and only me, cara” he hissed through clenched teeth as he fucked you faster and harder. You could only moan in response.

Bruno angled his thrusts just right, hitting that special spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“I-Im gonna, cum!” You shouted, scraping your nails gently down his back. Bruno smirked.

“Already? Is my cock that good that you’re already going to cum?”

You nodded in response.

“Yes it feels so good!! I have never been fucked like this before..”

That sentence itself was extremely hard to even say clearly.

You can tell by how erratic his thrusts were getting that he was close to cumming soon, as were you. You kept moaning with every thrust, biting your lip each time you got close to cumming since you wanted to time it just right. Bruno leaned down and kissed your forehead, his blown out cerulean eyes gazing down on you.

“Look at me when you cum, dolcezza. I want to see how beautiful you look.”

His words were enough to throw you over the edge, and your walls spasmed against his hard cock once more, riding out your orgasm again. You looked at bruno as long as you could before you arched your back again, and moaned out his name in pleasure.

The feeling of your tight walls squeezing Bruno was enough to make him cum as well, and he did. He finished inside of you, moaning your name as he painted your walls and cervix white with his cum.

Truth be told, you couldn’t remember the last time you had an orgasm, let alone two! You needed a moment to breathe and relax, as did Bruno. His hips slowly faltered and he pulled out of you, watching as his cum leaked out. You stroked his hair lovingly, looking into his eyes.

“Thank you.” You said in a faint tone of voice.

“For what?” Bruno asked as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I told you I am going to take care of you. You will never have to worry again from now on. I promise”

Your eyes watered as you heard his words, and you couldn’t help but let a few tears fall. Bruno wiped them away with his thumb and he kissed you once more, faltering when he saw the deep bruise that covered your left eye.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years ago

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First Time

(Young!) Keanu Reeves x Reader. Requested. A/n- so I imagined that he was around 25/26 because I was didn’t really want to write them as teenagers, but you can feel free to envision them younger or even a little older if you like. Also, sorry if it’s really cheesy. Warnings-SMUT

Y/n bounced her leg as she sat on the sofa in Keanu’s living room, fighting to contain her excitement. He had been gone filming all day and she had taken advantage of his absence by preparing for his arrival. She had been at his place for a couple hours now, and had used the key he had gifted her a couple months ago to let herself in. Throughout the rest of the evening, Y/n had spent her time getting things ready, placing candles about the room, making sure the wine was chilled and everything in between. After she was finished with décor, Y/n had taken a shower and slipped into an outfit that she had purchased specifically for the occasion. Lingerie. Nothing much and very modest compared to almost everything else that the boutique sold. It was a pale pink satin nightie that stopped above her knees with lace adorning the hem and neckline. It hugged her form loosely and had come with a short matching robe. Y/n had blow dried her hair and had paired her get up with a pair of kitten heels for the sake of the aesthetic, it was her first time after all. When she was sure she was ready, Y/n had lit the candles and dimmed the lights then did the only thing that was left to do, wait.

The steady silence was broken by the jingling of keys in the lock. He was home. Finally. Y/n stood abruptly awaiting Keanu’s entrance into the living room. “Hi!” She greeted before he could properly look around.

“Y/n, hey,” Keanu smiled, closing the space between them so he could give her a sweet kiss on the lips, “This is a nice surprise. What’s all of this?” He gestured around them.

Y/n blushed, unaware of how to tell Keanu that she was ready to explore the physical aspect of their relationship. In fact, in her head, she had completely skipped the part that was supposed to come right before they got to the bedroom. Y/n stuttered nervously, looking down at the empty wine glasses on the coffee table with wide eyes. What was she supposed to say? ‘Let’s have sex!’ seemed to blunt, ‘can we do it?’ would make her sound like an immature teenager who had no business even talking about sex and she was hardly bold enough to try to initiate it herself. Noticing her trouble, Keanu placed a gentle hand on her chin, titling her face towards his, “Hey, its okay,” he smiled, “Just tell me what you’re thinking, you know you can tell me anything.”

The heat in her cheeks grew and by now, Y/n was sure she resembled a tomato, “I just thought that we could.....maybe...get a little more intimate. Its just we’ve been together for a while and there’s no one else in the world that I can see myself doing this with,” Y/n smiled up at Keanu brightly, her eyes hopeful.

Finally, Keanu dropped his bag, wrapping both his arms around Y/n’s waist, “Are you sure that this is what you want?” He asked, Keanu wanted to take things further with her, but only if she was completely ready, “Babe, you don’t need to do this for me, you know that right?”

Y/n nodded, never looking away from his face, “I know. And I’m ready, I trust you Keanu, I love you too.” It was the first time either of them had said those words, but in the moment, it felt right.

“I love you too Y/n,” Keanu pulled her into a slow passionate kiss. “We’ll go slow, and if you don’t like something, or you just want me to stop, you can tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, slowly undoing the silky tie of the robe, letting Keanu push the fabric of her shoulders.

He grinned appreciatively, using his thumb to rub circles into the soft skin of her shoulder as he admired her beauty, “Y/n, you’re gorgeous. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Y/n shifted her gaze to their feet, blushing. She couldn’t believe that it was actually going to happen. Her first time, and she couldn’t have imagined it getting off to a better start. Keanu tipped her face upwards so their eyes could meet right before he pulled Y/n into a slow, passionate kiss, letting one of his hands tangle in her hair. As he pulled away, he gently nibbled on her bottom lip, pressing his forehead to Y/n’s, “Come on,” Keanu took her hand, leading her to the bedroom.

Standing in the side of the bed, Keanu went around behind Y/n, his hands skimming her bare arms then moving to settle at the curve of her silk covered waist as he bent down to bury his face in her neck. His warm breath caressed her ear, raising goosebumps on her skin, “You’re so perfect baby, I want this to be just as perfect as you are,” sweeping her hair to the side, Keanu pressed a kiss to the back of Y/n’s neck, “What you want?“

“You,” she whispered, melting into his touch, feeling a new heat pool at her center as Keanu's hands roamed her body appreciatively, “I want you Keanu.”

Keanu kissed her neck again, “My girl wants me?” He hummed, chuckling quietly when she gasped as his hand dipped under the hem of her lingerie, his fingers brushing her wet sex, “You’re so ready for me,” he commented, his index rubbing her nub of sensitivity, occasionally slipping his fingers deeper.

Y/n shuddered with pleasure under Keanu’s touch, incoherently mumbling his name, trying to ask for more. Dragging his fingers out of her, Y/n groaned in frustration and Keanu quietly chuckled, pressing his palm to her stomach, pressing her back to front. She made a quiet sound of surprise when she felt his erection pressing into her lower back. “This is what you do to me Y/n,” he said lowly, his voice rough with desire as he eased the thin, flimsy straps off her shoulders, watching the fabric pool at their feet.

On instinct, Y/n turned against him, her fingers brushing him through the barrier of his jeans before helping him out of his t-shirt. Next, she fiddled with the buckle of his belt and the button and zipper on his pants, pushing them along with his boxers. Y/n’s breath hitched when he was completely naked in front of her, half in awe, half intimidated by his size. “Will you....I...” She couldn’t form the words.

Keanu smiled reassuringly, his eyes a little prideful, “It’s okay, it’ll...fit,” he scoffed humorously, lightening the mood a little.

Y/n giggled quietly, blushing and Keanu pulled her into a feverish kiss, gently pushing her to the bed. When she was situated in the middle of the mattress, Keanu crawled on top of her, kissing his way up her body. When he hovered above her, braced by an elbow sunk into bed, Keanu’s lips graced the valley of Y/n’s breasts and he let his free hand slip between her legs, spreading them a little.

Y/n hooked a leg around Keanu, sliding her foot along his calf. “Are you ready?” he asked quietly, checking one last time, making sure that it was what she really wanted. Y/n nodded eagerly and with a hand holding her hip, Keanu eased into her.

It hurt, more than she had expected and Y/n yelped in surprise, grabbing his shoulders. Keanu stopped immediately, worried that he might have hurt her too much. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/n breathed. The pain had left as quickly as it came and she was ready to keep going. “I’m fine,” she encouraged, “Keep going.”

Keanu offered her a loving stare then pressed his lips to Y/n’s in a breath stealing, lingering kiss. As he slid into her again, Y/n moaned into his mouth, her back arching slightly to meet his hips in slow thrusts.

“Keanu,” she breathed as uncontainable amount of pleasure gathered within her. Y/n’s arms looped around Keanu’s neck, moaning breathlessly.

He gathered her in his arms, cocooning Y/n in his warmth. Nothing had ever felt like that, being with her, the woman he loved, Keanu thought that was it everything he had ever wanted. She trusted him with her body, the most intimate parts of her soul and he was going to show her how much he appreciated that. “Y/n,” he murmured softly, “I love you so much.”

The sides of their heads were pressed together and one of her hands tangled in his hair as her heels dug into his thighs. What started as another venture to yell his name ended in jumbled cries of ecstasy as she unwound around him. The feeling was new and welcomed, the heat rushing out of her, stars dancing across her closed lids.

Keanu came quickly after, her name a loud groan as she felt his warmth rush into her, seeping out to coat their thighs.

Afterwards, Keanu held Y/n in his strong arms, occasionally pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she traced absent patterns into his biceps. “That was nice,” she said quietly after a short bout of comfortable silence, “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” Keanu smiled, hugging y/n a little tighter. When she turned to look at him, puzzled expression etched on her face, he continued, “For trusting me enough to help you experience this. It means a lot.”

Y/n blushed, reaching up to run her fingers through his soft hair before reaching up to kiss him, “There’s no one I trust more Keanu. I love you.”

He hummed contented, “I love you too Y/n.”

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stardancerluv · 5 years ago

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Creative Fervor

Part 4

Summary: you are a famous furniture designer in Gotham...now you are dating Roman Sionis but what does that entail??

Warning: Fluff & Smut

As you looked out at everything, you couldn’t be more pleased with how things were going. Several pieces had already sold, and people had made several appointments. You would busy for awhile.

There was only one thing missing, that was Roman. In the last month, you had gotten used to being on his hip. You rather enjoyed being his girl.

“There is my kitten.”

You put your glass of champagne down and turned to the voice that made your heart skip a beat. He held out his arms to you.

You smiled, “Hello handsome.” Easily you went into his arms, you wrapped an arm around his middle, swaying he moved with you to a darkened corner.

“Sorry about the delay in my arrival.” Disgust filled his voice. “Had to make sure Penguin’s party went off without a hitch. He was already squawking about something when I left.”

“All that matters is that you are here now.” You smiled up at him.

He drew your face up and kissed you. It made your heart begin to race, this was the most the two of you had touched in the last few days.

You kept on missing each other with how busy you two were leading up to your show and the party he had to host for Penguin.

He broke the kiss, disappointment dripping from his voice, “I better let you go back out there.”

“I probably should go but I do like this darkened corner, Roman.” You replied softly.

“Y/N, don’t forget my men and I scoped out this place.” He leaned in close. “I know all the secret spots.”

“Oh?” You looked from side to side then at him filled with mischief. “Does that mean you could just grab me and have your way with me?”

“Don’t tempt me. It has been awhile.”

You nodded. “These last few days have been rough.”

He looked beyond you, making a soft sound he met your eyes with a determined look, “Follow me.”

Holding his hand, the two of you escaped down an even darker hallway. Excitement, unraveled deep within the pit of your stomach.

Reaching, a door at the end of the hallway, he pulled you in. Letting go of his hand, you saw that the muted light in the room came from windows that came from the open area below. People down below were mingling, making small talk, drinking and celebrating your work.

The door behind you clicked, drawing your attention back to Roman. He took off his glasses as he came over to you with deliberate steps. “They are all here for you.” He hissed. Grabbing you, he kissed you. You gave into the kiss. Damn, he tasted so good. Your fingers entwined in his soft hair.

Moving, as he kissed you he backed you into the large wooden table that sat in the middle of the room.

“Roman,” you breathed, hitching up your dress then bracing yourself on the table you hopped onto it.

“My naughty kitten.” When he came over, he opened your legs further. His hands moved up your thighs till they reached the waist band of your panties. You moved just so, he could drag them off you. He laid them close to you.

You reached out to him. Grabbing at his belt, you undid it followed the button of his slacks.

“Allow me.” He said with a smirk. Then you watched with relish, licking your lips as he lowered his zipper, he stopped then. “Are we sure we should do this?”

Moving to the edge of the table, you whimpered at his words. “Roman, please...”

He leaned forward, “I love teasing you.” He entered you then, making you gasp against his lips.

He wrapped your legs around his waist. He then braced himself above you as he began thrusting in and out of you. You ran your fingers up and down his back. He bent his head down to kiss you, your tongue passionately met.

Pleasure just continued to explode throughout you. “Roman,” you moaned arching. “Can I cum?”

He pulled almost all the way out. “Yes.” Then he thrust deeper and harder into you. You moved with him.

“Roman...Roman...”you moaned.

“Yes, kitten.”

He held you close, as you continued to writhe under him. “Ro...Roman.” You moaned and then came hard. He drank in your words.

His eyes met you, you saw something new in the stormy blue. He continued to thrust, you could tell he drawing close to his own climax, “Y/N...” Closing his eyes, moaning he came hard and kissed you hard.

“Roman,” your breathing ragged. Pleasure still flowed through you.

He gently stepped back, and put his pants back in order. As you grabbed your panties, he put a hand over yours. “Tonight, you can take them back.” He chuckled then.

You blew some hair out of your face, as you hoped down and then easily you slipped on your panties. Grabbing his hands, you leaned in. “Now you watch me walk around knowing you just ravished me.”

He smirked. “That will make this event all the better.”

“I almost don’t want to go back out there.” He slipped one of his hands over your smaller ones. “You must this is all for you. Allow me to watch you, go on ahead.”

“Ok,” you smiled. You ran your fingers through your strands, getting to the door you looked back at Roman.

“Get em Kitten.” He slipped on his shades then.

*****

He headed to the balcony, allowing you to be in the spotlight, which was hard for him. For you, he’d allow it. He was beginning to feel something deeper for you. He was not particularly sure how he felt about it. Though, he would admit that he cared.

It was something, he wasn’t used to feeling but with you it felt right. He smirked, it was rather amusing to know he had just ravished, your cheeks were still pink from it.

A reporter approached him then. “All I am saying is this,” he said with one of his charming smiles. “I fully support, Y/N Y/LN, she is an amazing designer. I have hired her to create a piece for my club.” He knew wouldn’t be able to avoid the relationship questions, there would be no dodging. He could only hope it his enemies, would not exploit this. “As adults we are enjoying the similarities and differences in our lives.” He smiled.

Six weeks had passed since the body of Jareth Stapleton’s body was discovered in Gotham Bay, it had been ruled a bad outcome to a spat. No one discussed or looked into it further. He loved that all they cared about was him and her.

He was going to go down to you now. Refresh his champagne and see how things were going. He was glad that he had made sure that, Zsass and his men watched the perimeter. He kept them close in case if the need arose. The number of protestors had grown, they irked him.

He cringed as he watched Bruce Wayne come up behind you, putting a hand on your lower back. Just seeing Bruce Wayne annoyed him.

A familiar voice purred in his ear. “Roman, darling how are you?”

Turning, to the voice he was a taken back. He used to think she was the loviest creature and now, not in the slightest.

He smiled. “Hello, Circe.”

“Hello, Roman.” She closed the distance and ran a hand up his suit jacket. “Looking as dapper as always.”

He took a hold of her hand, still smiling. “I am not for pawing.” He squeezed her hand before letting it go.

She shook her hand. “But Roman, darling I’ve been remembering old times.”

He pressed his lips together. “That is what they are old times.”

“Are you telling me, you are really taken with that little designer?”

He nodded. “I am.”

She came close again, this time grabbing his lapels. “I am sure she can’t handle your dark side, like I could. He put his hands over hers once again.

*****

Knowing, Roman was on the balcony you were going to go up to him with a fresh glass of champagne. The event would be drawing to a close within the hour.

Walking over, you saw Circe. She was more lovely then you could have ever expected. No wonder, Roman had a powerful and famous relationship. They must have been dynamic.

The closer you got, you saw that she was holding onto Roman’s lapels. It looked as if she was about to kiss him. You felt as if some slapped you across the face. You had heard long ago that even though she had hurt him, he still had feelings for. If a flash, she doubted him, saying he loved you a short time ago.

“Roman?”

“Hi cutie,” Circe, said to you. “I hope you don’t mind, Roman and I were just reminiscing about our wild days.”

“Y/N...” He squeezed Circe’s hands this time knowing it would cause pain. “Y/N,” He said, his jaw clenched.

“I’ll leave you to it.” You turned and walked away. And you didn’t stop.

“Leave me the fuck alone Circe or you will regret it.”

He then tore her hands off his suit jacket. “Aw, Roman, we had some amazing...”

“Fuck off, Circe.” He spat out not even looking back at her.

Scanning the crowds, he could not spot you.

*****

Your heart was beating so hard you could barely breath. You had always wondered what would happen if his old flame would show up. She was perfection on two legs, her hair with a delicate wave and she was a lot closer to his age.

You managed to find your manager. “I’ve taken ill, I need to leave.” You were having a hard time breathing.

“Y/N, how sad. Want me to call a ride?”

You shook your head. I will find one.”

You got outside, Zsass immediately approached you. “Y/N, where are you going?”

You were quick on your feet. “Roman, wanted me to find you, he needs to speak with you inside.”

His brow furrowed. “Really?”

You nodded and he began to go inside as you hailed for a taxi. Instead a black car with dark windows pulled up and squeaked to a halt, figuring it was a guest coming late to the event, you politely stood aside. Two men jumped out of it with surprising speed.

“Grab her.” Realizing too late what was going on, you tried to turn and run back inside. You managed to scream before they put a rag over your face and the whole world turned black.

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afangirlwashere · 5 years ago

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Keep you off my mind (T.H. x reader)

Summary: The only thing that helps you forget about him is also the thing that hurts the people around you the most.

Warnings: IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY DRUGS (weed) PLEASE CONSIDER SKIPPING THIS ONESHOT, weed, swearing, angst, also this didn’t really turn out that long or good it’s just a brain dump for fun, also poor Harrison I’m so sorry bby

Song inspiration: 𝘛𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘓𝘰 - 𝘏𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴/𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 (𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯), breakeven - the script (slowed down), ( slowed down ) another love

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The house filled with the ringing of the doorbell.

Again.

And again.

Someone was eager to get inside.

“(Y/N)?” his eyebrows shot up in surprise when he opened the door seeing the fragile shell of a human she’d become.

“Yeah, it’s me Harrison, no need to cream your pants.” she tried to push him out of the way to enter his house but he could easily hold her off.

“What are you doing here?” he’d seen this carmine zipper sweatshirt way too many times lately and the fact that she had the hood on to prevent him from seeing her face in detail assured Harrison to stay alert.

“I need another dose.” she whimpered trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Harrison’s head jerked back inside if anyone heard and then he searched the neighborhood for any annoying old ladies that could possibly hear their conversation.

He stepped out of the house making sure the door stayed at least 3 inches open “Listen I don’t have any weed on me and even if I did there is no way I’d give you any.” he whispered.

(Y/N) grinned and stood up on her tippy-toes “See that’s a lie. I know that Zack made a bunch of brownies yesterday and he said they all sold. And guess to who...?” she jabbed her finger in his chest “So don’t be a dick and give me some Hazzy-Haz.”

Harrison felt a little stab in his heart when (Y/N) almost crawled all over him and bit her lip seductively “See I don’t know what exactly you want from me but you’re getting neither. You need to go home and get some sleep.” His fingers wrapped around her wrists and gently pushed her away.

“Just one brownie and I swear I’ll leave! You won’t see me at least a week.” there was no way to get out of his grasp when the world seemed to be funnily spinning.

“Look at me.” Harrison hunched so that his face could be right next to her’s “You’re high (Y/N).” he gave her a second to let that sink in “I didn’t buy any brownies from Zack, I don’t have any weed in any form on me and Tom is coming over soon so for both our sakes you need to go home, drink some water maybe try to eat and sleep this away alright? I can drive you if you feel like you’re not going to be able to get home safe by yourself. I’ll just text Tom to wait here for me.“

The frown on her face grew prominent “I don’t need any of that. I need more weed, Harrison! I know you have it you fucker, you and that shithead get high off it each time he comes home just give me one or two and I’ll be gone!”

Harrison let go of her as if her skin burned him “You’re making a scene. You need to get over yourself. It’s been weeks-what weeks it’s been months since you and Tom broke up! This is pointless and somewhere inside you know I’m damn right.”

“Fuck you!” she shouted strutting away from the Osterfield household “And fuck him too!”

Harrison swallowed hard as his head rested on the doorway. Both of his parents stood at the window witnessing what had just happened “That is the third time this week she’s come here to bargain and beg for drugs, Harrison don’t think we didn’t notice. Sweetheart I know you’re kind and you want to help but maybe you’re not the one that can.” he watched as his mother’s hands clasped in her lap “I think the chicken will be done any minute now. I hope Tom is going to be here soon like you said I’d hate to serve him cold food.”

Harrison shut his eyes taking a deep breath. His mother’s heels tapped on the wooden floor while he let his mind travel a few months back when things were much simpler.

Times when (Y/N) scoffed at anyone who tried to force her any addictive substance, when she was happily sitting on Tom’s lap in a club - Sam and Harry pretending to throw up - times when Tom wasn’t so committed to his work that he wouldn’t have isolated himself from his friends and later even (Y/N).

Harrison still remembered Tom’s eyes when he opened the front door for him after weeks of not talking to each other. They were cold as he said “It’s over mate. We broke up. For real this time.”

He half expected Tom to pull finger guns and say it’s a prank. That he’d boast about being an actor who can even fool his best friend. That’s what usually happened.

But this time was different. He didn’t see Tom cry, break something or be mad about it to the point he screams. He was numb which scared Harrison more than all the things he had seen his friend do before.

A hand hit his shoulder ripping him away from the memories and thoughts “You did the right thing, Harrison.” his dad tapped his shoulder a few more times before the doorbell rang again.

“You’re leaving for more Chaos Walking reshoots?” Harrison completely missed any holes on the Skee-Ball machine wasting his last ball.

“Yep. That means bye-bye curls.” Tom swept a hand through his hair and then quickly pulled his hood back up “You lost mate. You’re paying for the next round.” he smirked watching the tickets shoot out of the machine.

“When are you leaving? And for how long?” Harrison stood frozen in place.

“Next week. I’m going to be in Scotland I think for three weeks?” Tom scrunched his nose “Give or take...” he noticed his friend’s piercing blue eyes advert somewhere behind him and widen.

“Um... I want to go play Paperboy.” Harrison took out his phone, quickly scrolling.

The brunet frowned in confusion “You fucking hate Paperboy. The first time I heard you swear was when you played it. Remember? When the grim reaper chased you but the ray of bees-”

Harrison’s eyes kept nervously looking back and forth between his phone and someone in the far back “Or you know what? I’ll get us another round of beers since I lost. Just wait here for me.” he didn’t wait for Tom’s response taking large fast steps to the bar.

Tom watched his tall friend walk up to a girl who sat at a bar stool tapping her foot nervously. Harrison slid on the barstool next to her and Tom couldn’t help but crack a smile seeing his buddy try and flirt with a girl.

But the more he observed the situation the more confused he got. Harrison wasn‘t smiling charmingly like he did when trying to get a girls phone number or social media and the girl didn‘t seem to even acknowledge his presence.

Her hood was still up and Harrison poked her shoulder. She pulled black earbuds out of her ears. Tom stood silently with arms folded on his chest when Haz started explaining something - obviously fired up - and the girl put back her earbuds.

Why was Harrison even talking to her? Was she a fan that he didn’t notice? Was she taking pictures or videos the whole time? With a quick tug his best mate pulled off her hood and she turned to him, furious.

And then it clicked. Because when she turned around it was (Y/N).

„Hey, hey, hey. Stop moving or I’ll poke your eye out!“ (Y/N) giggled as she sat on Tom’s lap with a make-up remover in one hand and cotton pads in the other „What kind of eyeshadow and glitter did they put on you in the club it doesn’t want to go away.“

„I have no idea…“ Tom slurred putting his head in the crook of (Y/N)‘s neck.

„I just took a shower you’re gonna get it all over me you ass! Stop that!“ she pushes him back up and pulls out another cotton pad. His hair was still a little damp from dancing and partying so his curls kept getting stuck to his forehead. She pushed them away and kissed Tom’s forehead „Now close your eyes for me golden boy.“

„Are you challenging me to kiss you with my eyes closed?“ Tom leaned in with pursed lips. (Y/N) wiped the cotton pad on his lips and he spluttered „Ew, gross. Glitter in my mouth.“

„I told you to stop moving Tom. You’re making the process longer.“ She pushed harder on his temple where she managed to move most of the glitter to.

He was able to stay still for ten seconds. (Y/N) was pretty sure that must have been his record. He started kissing her left cheek and when she stared at him annoyed he started changing between her left and right cheek at rapid speed. (Y/N) couldn’t help herself but smile and eventually even blush because he kept going at it „Okay, okay, I get it.“ She put the remover on their nightstand and held his face to stop him „You want to be a prick.“ She pressed her lips to his.

Tom’s hands immediately slipped to her waist trying to get rid of her shirt „No, no, no.“ She pushed them away „Not today glitter fairy.“

He moaned into the kiss but as fast as he got playful his high passed „‘M tired…“

„Just give me five more minutes and It’ll be done I promise.“ (Y/N) pushed his curls away again.

„Missed you there.“ Tom murmurs.

„Oh really? Hazzy-boy wasn’t fun enough for you?“ a smug smirk spread on her face.

„He was awesome… But I still missed you.“ He took a long tired breath „‘Cause I can dance like a fool with you and you don’t care. And you’re really funny… and pretty… and… and when you drink a lot of bubbly drinks you get the hiccups, you’re so cute when you get the hiccups… I love you.“ Tom whispers.

Tom’s heart swelled when she took a very familiar baggie and stuck it in her pocket. She also stuck out her middle finger at Harrison, shouted something in his face and marched to the women’s bathroom.

When Tom got to the bar Harrison had his head in his hands „Do I want to know?“ Tom asked all the liveliness leaving his voice the moment he recognized (Y/N).

„It’s bad…“ Haz croaks out and wipes his shiny eyes from tears that were threatening to spill „Two weeks ago I got a phone call from an unknown number at three in the morning. It was (Y/N). She was giggling while talking about some seagulls. So I ask her ‚What’s wrong? Why are you calling me at three o‘fucking-clock.‘ She says ‚Oh yeah right, I called you because… I’m at Dover and I don’t know how to get home‘. She was at the fucking Dover Cliffs I had no idea how she got there probably with some of her friends that like to get wasted drunk and high as well and then they think of stupid ideas like this. I had to drive there for almost three hours, then I looked for her another hour on the cliff. Couldn’t find her so I tried calling her, first five times she didn’t pick up. I was going fucking insane I thought she might have fallen off or jumped I-“ he put his fingers to his nose and sniveled „I found her passed out close to the lighthouse early in the morning. Some people helped me to get her in the car and I drove her back to Kingston.“

„Jesus…“ Tom rubbed his eyes „I really didn’t want to know.“ He never thought of all people that (Y/N) could possibly have done something like that.

„I tried talking to her on the ride back.“ Harrison murmured while taking a sip of beer „I didn’t shout at her I just said ‚You’ve been so sad lately. Please let me help you. Just let me in.‘ y’know what she said?“ he looked up at Tom, face covered in blue from led lights and eyes filling with anguish „‘It’s too early for this shit.‘ and then she turned around and fell asleep for the rest of the ride.“

Harrison sipped on his beer once more leaving Tom shaken to the core by what his ex has been up to since their break-up.

„You… Do you know why she’s doing this?“ Tom asked praying for the answer to be anything else than what he thought.

„Isn’t it obvious?“ The blond scoffed as the door to the bathroom opened again and (YN) rushed out of the arcade.

Tom didn’t think twice before he pushed himself off the bar and ran after her ignoring Harrison’s warning „Mate I don’t think that’s a good idea!“

(Y/N) quickly brushed by everyone meanwhile Tom went right through them muttering „Excuse me.“ To try and catch up with her.

„(Y/N)!“ Tom shouted standing on his tiptoes when she leaned into the heavy door and fled the arcade „(Y/N)!“ his voice carried through the night this time and she stopped dead in her tracks.

„What?!“ she snapped at him turning around „What do you want?“

The actor swallowed hard, his brain completely blank on what to say next. There wasn’t any script to follow or lines that he’d forgotten. This was real life and he had to say the right thing because this was his only chance. No reshoots, no patience. Just bottled up feelings and so little courage to open the cap.

„You don’t get to give up.“ He curled his shaking hands into fists so that she couldn’t see how nervous he was.

(Y/N) stares at him and Tom notices how the moon still makes her eyes sparkle like diamonds „Why do you do this to yourself?“ he steps closer.

„You don’t know what it feels like.“ She takes a few steps closer as well „I just want to turn it all off-I can’t stand it anymore.“

„Stand what?“ the lamp flickered a few times when the wind picked up but neither of them broke eye contact.

„What I feel for you terrifies me!“ her voice breaks „Whenever I think about you, it feels like I’m drowning! I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I can’t stop it-nobody can! Only this! This is the only thing that keeps you off my mind.“ she holds a baggie with a bunch of brownies in them.

They look exactly like the ones Tom bought from Zack – the guy that worked at the arcade – today.

„(Y/N) you can’t give up! This doesn’t solve anything.“ He pointed at the baggie „The things you made Harrison go through were nuts he shouldn’t have to do them because I broke up with you! I needed to focus on my career and I thought you would understand eventually – I still hope you will.“

„You were so heartless the last two weeks of our relationship.“ Tears finally tipped from her starry eyes „But I’m still in love with you Tom… You were always the best part of me. And seeing you okay while I’m here falling to pieces really hurts.“ She licked her lips and wiped a few tears away „So if you think I want these more than you? Fuck no! You can fucking take them if that makes you happy you piece of shit!“ she threw the baggie at him.

This time he took a step back, the brownies landed at his feet, his lips quivered as he felt the rage seep out of such a loving person „(Y/N) I didn’t know this would happen… If I knew that-“

„If you knew what?!“ she screamed „That I’m pathetic and I won’t be able to get back from this you wouldn’t break-up with me? Or date me? Go to hell Holland.“ Her head shook in disgust while walking away „Tell Haz I’m sorry about today. And everything before. He’s too much of a good friend for both us…“

Tom’s heart pounded against his chest as he picked up the baggie and watched (Y/N) disappear around the corner „I’m sorry…“

Even though she didn’t know her eyes were not the only ones that would shed tears that night.

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santoteez · 5 years ago

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Remind Her - Lee Know

Word Count: 2,093

Idol: Lee Minho (Lee Know) of Stray Kids

Genre: Smut, Mafia AU kinda, MC is a black female(although I don’t think I describe her that much?), size kink, overstimulation (a lil), Angsty ending

Edited: yes

Based on the song “Remind Her” by Eric Bellinger! Give it a listen!

“I know you been working hard, you been working hard”

Deyjah set her briefcase down, next to a much larger one, indicated someone else was here. She kicked off her heels, rubbing her feet. A noise from upstairs confirmed she wasn’t alone. ‘There’s only one person it could be.’ She thought to herself, smirking. She made her way up the stairs. ‘Called it quits, and he still can’t resist me.’

“You know I been on my job, I been killin' them all”

She made it to her bedroom, in time to watch Minho loosen his tie, setting it on the nightstand.

“Beat me to my own house, did you?” Deyjah asked the man who had his back turned.

“What can I say? The thought of taking you is enough to make any man run red lights.” He said, turning to face her, smirking. He pulled her towards him, running his hands over her ass which was covered by her graphite-colored pencil skirt.

“Take up so much of my time, plus you be on your grind, But I finished early tonight so”

“I’m surprised you have the chance to pry yourself from creating havoc in the city.” She said.

“My men and I protect this city from those that dare run havoc. I thought you knew that.” He kissed the skin behind her ear. “Our schedules never align, anyway. But, I found some time to slip away from the crew, so here I am.”

Lee Minho was notorious for running the mafia that oversaw Deyjah’s town, and the neighboring towns as well. They weren’t a gang, no no. They weren’t into the whole drive by, running up on people business. They simply sold their product and accumulated their funds. It may be 2019, but he made moves like Don Corleone. They were well respected in the neighborhood, everyone from the grandmas to the toddlers loved Minho. Mothers wanted him for their daughters, and fathers wanted their sons in his good graces in hopes he would recruit them. But, that didn’t change the fact that he could be a cold-blooded killer when the time came to be. Those who didn’t pay their tabs or tried to cheat him out of a gram or were found out to be a disloyal customer were met with Minho’s wrath. He never hesitated to send one of his men to resolve the issue. At times, it was personal and Minho sought out to finish the job himself. Despite all of that, Deyjah saw the good in him and when the time came that he asked her out, she agreed. That, of course, was a long time ago. The butterflies and late-night texts had long come and gone. It was evident the attraction was still there, however, because here they were.

“I’ma come through with that reminder, I got it if you need it a reminder”

“You’re right though, I haven’t seen you in a while. Let me refresh your memory.” He reached for her skirt zipper, pulling it down and causing it to pool at her feet. He unbuttoned her blouse, one by one, taking as much time as possible. That too joined the skirt on the floor. Minho let out a low groan as the sight of her matching lavender lingerie, and how it popped against her golden-brown skin. He grabbed her by her thighs, picking her up and placing her lovingly on the bed.

“I miss coming home to this,” Minho said, and he meant it. The arousal in her eyes, the way her body yearned for his touch, her box braids sprawled out against her comforter. He missed it all.

“I’ma remind about that shit that I be doing with my tongue”

He took her mouth into his, moaning at the sensation of her pillowy lips against his. His expert fingers unclasped her bra, revealing the chocolate kisses underneath. His lips made their way down her neck and found purchase in her sun kissed bosom, sucking on her left nipple while he took the right one between his fingers. Deyjah squirmed as his tongue swirled around the hardening bud. Her body was on fire, and he had yet to reach the area she needed him most.

“Minho, please.” She whispered breathlessly.

“Tell me what you want, baby. We aren’t children anymore.”

“I want you to taste how wet you make me.” She bit her lip.

Minho chuckled. “I love that filthy mouth of yours.” He pulled her panties off, noticing the wet patch at the center.

He brought it to his nose, inhaling her arousal. “I think I’m gonna keep these. For when I can’t make it over here.” He said, shoving the delicate into the pocket of his slacks.

“Any excuse to steal from me.” Deyjah rolled her eyes, and Minho laughed again.

“You talk a lot, I should shut you up.” He yanked her to the edge of the bed, making her squeal. He spread her legs, nearly drooling at the sight before him. Her heat was a glistening mess. ‘Like a work of art.’ Minho thought. He stuck his tongue out, giving her cunt a tentative lick until he reached her clit, which he sucked harshly.

Deyjah moaned. “Don’t tease me, Minho.”

The brunette man obeyed, eating her pussy mercilessly. He devoured her as if he were a man in a desert who hadn’t eaten for days. The once quiet room was filled with the obscene slurping noises from Minho’s mouth working wonders and Deyjah screaming profanities into the night.

“Minho, baby. You’re gonna make me cum. Keep sucking my clit, just like that. Your head looks so good between my thighs.” She nestled her fingers into his hair, pulling him as close as humanly possible.

“Mmmm, cum for me, baby. All over my mouth.” He replied, although it was muffled, and all Deyjah could focus on were the vibrations his voice was sending through her body.

“Shit, baby, I’m so close,” Deyjah said, her orgasm rising quickly as heat coursed through her veins like a raging fever. She bucked her hips and lifted her right leg, which was indication to Minho that she was teeter-tottering on the edge. He immediately yanked her leg back down and held her thighs in a death grip, halting any movements. He sucked on her clit vigorously, moving his head back and forth.

“Fuck! Oh my God, I’m cumming. Shit, shit, shit.” Her legs trembled and her eyes rolled back as she rode out her orgasm.

Minho insisted on licking her clean, making her scream out of overstimulation. She groaned, pushing his head away.

“Sensitive?” He asked, teasingly.

“You know I am.”

“I can’t help it, baby. You taste so good.”

“I'ma remind you about that swang”

Deyjah pulled him towards her, bothered he still had all his clothes on. She unbuttoned his dress shirt, tossing it to the floor. She ran her hands across his abs, a feature few people knew existed. She unbuckled his pants and let them fall, his bulge protruding from his boxers. She yanked those down too, his 10-inch cock springing free from the constraint.

“I missed your cock, baby.” She said, pumping it with her hand and getting on her knees.

“Did you? Show me how much you miss it.” He answered, letting out a groan.

Deyjah wasted no time taking him into her mouth, sucking and slobbering on his cock while her free hand massaged his balls.

“C’mon, Deyj. I know you can take me deeper than that. You’ve always taken my length so well. Show me how good of a girl you are.”

Deyjah went deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She pulled her head all the way back, only to take him all again.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good little slut. A good fucking cock whore. You’re so filthy.”

His words only fueled Deyjah’s ministrations, and she picked up the pace, her mouth also giving his balls attention.

“Easy, baby. If you keep going I’m going to embarrass myself.” He chuckled.

He pulled her up into a tight liplock. She could still taste herself on his tongue, and it only made her wetter.

“I'ma remind about my stroke”

“I'ma remind about you that your body never felt this way before”

“I’ve been dying to fuck you all day. Get on the bed. On your knees.”

It was nearly embarrassing how Deyjah scurried onto the bed, but at that point, desperation got the best of her. She bent over and spread her legs.

“You’re so ready for me. You’ve always been.” Minho said, teasing his cock at her entrance.

“Minho, just fuck me already.” She whined.

“Such an eager little slut. I love when you beg.” He slid in, stretching her out, causing them both to moan once he bottomed out.

“You’re so tight, baby. So fucking tight. You take me so well. I fit so well, it’s like you were made for me. I love being inside you. So wet.” He said, pounding into her relentlessly.

“Fuck, Minho, you’re so big. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Already? Such a needy little slut. You gonna let me cum inside? Huh? Gonna let me fill you up? There’s nothing I’d want more than to see you carrying my child. Show all these other motherfuckers that you’re taken.”

Deyjah grabbed fistfuls of her comforter and she screamed incessantly. “Yes! Fuck! Fill me up. I want to be so full it leaks out. Give it to me, baby. I’m needy, so, so needy.” She whimpered as he found her spot, hitting it with every thrust.

“Minho, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Go head. Cum all over my fucking cock.”

Deyjah’s legs began to shake as her orgasm took over. The contractions of her orgasm triggered Minho’s as his thrusts came to a halt. He groaned one last time as ropes of thick cum were buried deep into Deyjah. Minho fell onto the bed beside Deyjah, exhausted.

The next morning when Deyjah woke, she found Minho getting dressed. She watched in silence as he adjusted his cufflinks.

“Last night was fun.” He said, knowing she was awake without even glancing over. “I’d stay longer, but Jeongin said there was a problem with a supplier.”

“I'ma remind you I'm that nigga, I'ma remind you I'm the one”

“Hmm,” Deyjah replied.

“It could be like this every night if you came back home.”

Deyjah sighed. She was dreading this conversation. “We’ve talked about this, Minho.”

“And we’ll talk about it again. I don’t understand what’s the problem.”

“The problem is that I’m not some little girl anymore, head over heels for some mob leader. I’m a grown woman with her own business. The drugs, the killings, it’s all a risk for my reputation.”

“You know I wouldn’t ever let so much as an ounce of product touch you. Shit, the minute you so much as joked about moving in with me I moved the lab out of the basement and into a remote location! I’ve decreased my involvement with the dirty work almost 50%! You know Hyunjin and Jisung do most of my tasks nowadays. I’ve done all of this and you still won’t accept me.”

“If you are barely doing anything, just leave. Leave the mob completely.”

“I’ve told you time and time again, I can’t do that. This is who I am. My father led this mob. My grandfather led the mob. It’s what I was destined to do. And this is how you met me. I’m a mobster, that’s always going to be who I am. I’m tired of you trying to change me. But, I’m a mobster who loves you. Who would go to war for you. I’d buy you the moon if you asked. You’re the only woman I want. Please, Deyj. Please. I can ensure you, you will always be safe. Come back to me. Be my wife.”

Deyjah met his gaze. “Wife?”

He reached into his briefcase, which he had retrieved from downstairs. He fished out a 42-carat ring and set it on her nightstand.

“It’s there when you find it in your heart to love me again.”

Deyjah watched with a heavy heart as he grabbed his briefcase and stormed out the room. She teared up as she picked up the ring. The engraving read “Forever Minho’s Queen.” She wanted to call out to him, but by then he had slammed the door and she heard his car engine start from down the street.

#stray kids #lee know #minho smut #stray kids smut #lee minho #lee know angst #lee know smut #lee know fanfic

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cherries-n-rocknroll · 6 years ago

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Bucket List || chapter 6

Pairing: Roger x Reader

Summary: Roger and Reader are good friends but for roger, it is becoming much more than a friendship. He tries to ignore his feelings but the heart wants what it wants.

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4 || chapter 5

Warnings (per chapter): mention/experience of a mild panic attack, shitty writing? smut, and unprotected sex (So some parts are 18+), lots of cursing. Explicit or triggering scenes are marked as following: [!!!] = beginning [!] = end.

Word count (per chapter): 5k

A/N: I hope this doesn't suck. Because I kinda feel like it does. Please let me know your thoughts! (If you want me to continue with this because idk, I rather write one-shots. I’m too unstable for this sometimes?)

Chapter 6 ‘The One Where Some People Find Out’

“Oh...my...god. I WAS RIGHT!” Emily almost screamed.

You both flinched, and you almost fell onto the ground. Suddenly not having Rogers’ arms holding you.

It was awfully silent for what felt like an eternity before spoke up: “I-it’s not what you thin-” Roger stammered.

“No, uhm, Em-” you began

“Shut up! Both of you! Don’t even try to talk around this.” Emily interrupted. “I fucking witnessed you kissing! And don’t go telling me it’s just a friends thing because ‘friends’ don’t do that!” She said, making air quotes with her fingers.

You gulped as you shared a look with Roger.

“Why are you two being so secretive about this anyways? It’s not like someone’s gonna murder you. To be honest it was quite inevitable.” She said. “Well? Are you two gonna say anything or what?”

“I- Uhm. Well- “ you stammered.

“Use your words, sweetie.” She coed and you shot her an angry look.

“Just don’t tell the guys okay?” Roger suddenly said. “Not yet.”

“Why not?” She said, frowning her brows.

“Just...don’t.”

"Okay? Fine! You guys are no fun!" Emily said before, much to your relief --- and surprise, she proceeded to walk away. As she walked past you she softly whispered in your ear that she thought it was very cute.

When you were alone again (well not alone, you're in a museum so…) things felt very awkward, to say the least. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

It’s just your best friend you told yourself, but still, you felt like you’d been caught doing something really bad.

[!!!]

You were definitely overreacting. And you tried to calm yourself down, by focussing on your breathing. But it didn’t seem to help. It was like you were paralyzed. Like someone had pushed a button in you.

“Hey, hey are you okay love?” Roger said, concern in his voice.

“I’m fine!” You said in a higher-pitched voice than normal. That wasn’t convincing.

“No, you’re not! I can see it in your eyes and you’re breathing like you just finished running a marathon!” He said, but that wasn’t helping at all.

In an instant, you felt his hand grabbing yours and then he was dragging you through the museum. Trying to get you outside to a less crowded spot. And you ended up in an empty corner near the staircase.

Roger grabbed both your hands and looked into your eyes intensely, trying to get your attention.

“You need to breathe okay? Don’t want you to faint again.” He said.

You nodded and he started giving you orders “So inhale….aaaand exhale for me, okay love?” he said, moving his hands and yours up and down. You did that for some time until you were calm again.

[!]

“What was that?” He said, lightly squeezing your hands, still a concerned look on his face.

“I-I don’t know.” You stammered. “I really don’t know. I-I snapped. I mean it’s just Em. I don’t know why.” You said in a fragile voice.

“It’s okay.” He said, pulling you in for a hug. Your mouth lightly pressed into his shoulder and you could smell his cologne. The smell was pleasant, calming.

“Why didn’t we want to tell the others again?” You suddenly murmured.

“Because we weren’t sure what this was/is.” He said.

“Oh, yeah, right.”

“And how long has it been? A week? Probably less.” He added.

“I think so.” You mumbled.

“And you wanted to take things slow. Remember? Not that we’ve been particularly successful at that.” He chuckled and you felt the vibrations of his voice against your chest. This was nice.

“You feel better love?”

“I think so.” You said, and you lifted your head up. “Please don’t tell Emily about this. I really don’t know why I freaked out. Also after? What is that? And I’m sorry you still always end up needing to help me.“ You rambled. “Sorry...I...make no sense.” You said softly, shaking your head.

“It’s okay sweetheart.‘You wanna go back?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

So you ended up going back to looking at all the art, and you didn’t dare to kiss Roger in public for the rest of the day.

After you were done you ate in the park that surrounded the museum. And now everyone was sitting very close to each other, chatting about the day thus far. Brian, Roger and Freddie were discussing god knows what; Emily had settled on laying on Deaky’s lap --- It had surprised you how easy Emily had integrated into the group. She got along very well with the boys. Especially John for some reason. Mary was leaning on her hands with her eyes closed, enjoying the sun; and you were sitting next to Roggie boy while he talked to his bandmates, subtly holding your hand. He turned his attention to you when you suddenly released his hand.

“What ‘you gonna do?” He asked.

“Grab my camera. This looks so cozy and cute.” You smiled.

So you grabbed your camera out of your bag and pushed against the little lever with your thumb. You took some pictures of the lot, smiling behind your camera. They looked lovely with their colorful summery clothes and a smile on their faces.

The rest of the day you spend walking through the city and you ended up in a shop which sold the most beautiful clothing. Way too expensive. There was absolutely no way you were able to afford it, but you could always try things on, just for fun.

The guys were happy that there was a big leather couch in the shop where they could sit since...well you were most likely going to spend quite some time trying on all the stuff. It was a rather tiny couch, but that didn’t seem to be an issue for them. It always surprised you how little they cared about their personal space. So now they were basically sitting on each other chatting about some new song ideas, because why not?

You walked out almost simultaneously, and the boys fell silent.

“You look lovely darlings!” Freddie cheered, seemingly mesmerized by the beautiful clothing pieces.

When you met Rogers' gaze you saw his mouth curl up into the cutest smile and he couldn’t help but bite his lip a little.

“Yes, you lady's indeed look stunning,” Brian said.

“Too bad we can’t afford it.” Emily laughed.

You walked a bit closer to Roger --- who was sitting in a corner of the couch --- while the other two girls were talking to his mates.

“You look beautiful.” He said softly, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you. And he softly brushed a hand over your hip. You smiled.

“Thank you,” you said, almost inaudible. And briefly, it felt like you two were in your own little bubble. And it felt great.

A few minutes and some dresses later you decided to leave the store because the owner didn’t seem very pleased with you trying everything on and buying nothing.

When the rest was almost ready to leave you were still in the dressing room. You were never the fastest. And when no one saw Roger sneaked into the little dressing room, making you yelp and place your hands over your body in an attempt to cover up. Roger was quick to place his hand over your mouth to silence you.

“Yeeez Roger! Don’t scare me like that.” You said when he removed his palm.

“That first dress is so beautiful, you have to get it.” He blurted out.

It was indeed a stunning dress. It looked classy, but also fun and youth-like with the golden star appliques on the see-through tule. It really was gorgeous.

“Rog it’s too expensive.” You said and you couldn’t help but feel a little exposed, standing just there in your underwear.

“I didn’t say you have to pay for it.”

“You want me to steal it?!”

“No! Well, that’s probably another thing checked off your list.” He smirked.

“I’m not sure that's something I want to check off Rog,” you said and he snickered.

“But...what I wanted to say-” he continued. “-is that the band isn’t doing too shabby. You should know that! You work at a record shop for fuck's sake.”

“Yes? So?”

“Well, I can buy it for you if you want to?”

“You would do that for me?”

“I love how it looks on you.” He said. “Can you put it on again?”

“Uh...yeah.” You replied, turning to grab it from the clothes hanger.

“Can you close it?” You said when you had put it on, speaking over your shoulder and he gladly helped. Roger gently pushed against your lower back as he pulled the zipper up in one fluent motion. And lastly, he closed the little button that held the upper back piece together.

When you looked up you met rogers gaze in the reflecting surface. “it’s beautiful. Stunning.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and his warm hands came to rest on your belly. “You look...hot.” He said in awe. The last bit came out as a whisper, activating some sort of ripple effect in your body.

“Fuck I could take you right now,” he muttered, mesmerized by the view in the mirror. And his hands started to make their way down to your---

“Mr. Taylor! Excuse me?!” You said. In a flash you turned around again, eyes widening, jaw dropping a few centimeters.

“Sorry,” he chuckled rubbing a hand over his neck.

“You are unbelievable!” You smirked.

But still, you forcefully grabbed his face and gave him a bruising kiss. And you briefly let your hand slide down to his crotch, palming him through his pants. It was funny to you how startled he looked when you pulled away. It was very cute.

You pridefully smirked at your achievement.

“Hey, now you’re here. Could you help me take this off again?” You asked as you turned around again. Fully aware of what you just did to him.

“Oh, you are in for it Miss!” He growled as he started to fumble with the top button. But he couldn’t suppress a soft gasp from escaping his lips when the fabric fell off your shoulders to expose more of your back.

The harshness of a second ago quickly faded away.

He gently let a hand run over your back. “Shit, you’re so beautiful.” he sighed and he proceeded to place butterfly kisses on your shoulder and neck. You closed your eyes and let your head fall to the side, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips devouring your skin.

Roger lightly pressed his hips into your ass as he continued to place sloppy kisses on your body. And his hands started wandering again, sneakily moving lower and lower.

“Rog!” you warned.

“Hmmm,” he hummed against your neck.

“Rog, we’re in a changing room!” You chuckled. “Besides, I need to get dressed again because the rest of the group is waiting….I’m sure they’re already of suspicious us.”

“Fuck that! Emily already knows. I don’t care. You look too good.” He said, and you felt his hand slipping under the fabric of the dress.

“Rog, fuck. Please!” you groaned, feeling his hand moving up to your inner thigh.

“Y/n! We’re leaving!” You heard Emily shout from across the store. Earning herself an angry look from the shop owner.

“Shit!”

“Fuck,”

You flinched away from each other. And just like that, your little bubble burst.

“Uhm, could you excuse me?” You said, making a ‘go away’ motion with your hand.

Roger awkwardly nodded and turned his back on you.

So with lust and adrenaline rushing through your body, you got changed into your own clothes again and walked out of the dressing room.

Roger was still standing outside the stall when you got out, an expecting look on his face.

“So? Do you want it?”

“Yes?”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing.”

“It’s so beautiful a-and I love it, but it’s so expensive and I don’t want to use you like that.”

“Y/n, I told you I wanted to pay fo-”

“I’ll pay half okay?”

“If you insist.”

“Deal?”

“Yeah, sure.” He said, dragging his words.

“Thank you so much!” You cheered, reaching out your hands to grab his face and kiss him. But you quickly retracted, realizing the others were still there.

This was hard.

---

“So? You bought that starry dress huh?” Emily said.

You were back at the house, now sitting in the kitchen together with a big bowl of fresh peaches in front of you. You had picked them up along the way home.

“Yes,” you shortly answered. “These things are good!”

“Shit, I’m making a mess!” You laughed. The sweet juice started to drip down your chin.

“Yeah, we probably look disgusting.” Emily joined in. “Maybe we should bring the others some too? Join us in being disgusting fruit monsters.”

“No way! These are way too good!” You snickered, a sarcastic undertone in your voice. “No okay we should, shouldn’t we? Kinda unfair to eat them all. And besides, I think my stomach is gonna protest if I do that.” you giggled.

You ended up going into the garden, sharing the rest of the peaches and you and the lot got lost in some intense rounds of scrabble.

---

The sun was steadily making its way down as you got ready to take a shower. You always found it a nice way to wind down, calm your nerves, reflect on the day.

You were about to take off your dress when you heard footsteps outside the door. And since that damn bathroom didn't have a lock you just proceeded to yell ‘Taken!’. Not really in the mood to have someone walk in on you again.

Although now you wouldn't really mind Roger walking in on you.

You heard a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" you heard a soft voice say, it was Roger. And you answered with a hesitant yes.

“Hey,” Roger said softly, peeking his head through the door opening.

“Uh, hi? I-I was just getting ready to take a shower. What’s up?”

“Just checking up on you, since you flipped back at the museum. I wanted to know if you’re still ok.”

He was standing in front of you now.

“I’m fine. Really, it’s okay.” You said, waving it off.

"Good, good. Uhm...if you were going to shower, 'care if I join you? ‘Saves water." he said, a little hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"Yes, as in you're okay with it?"

"I think so?"

"You think so?" he retorted. "You know, I'll shower later. Take some time for yourself." He said. And he gave you a kiss on your forehead before turning around to leave, but you grabbed his wrist, pausing his movement.

"no, wait! Stay.” You whispered. Roger turned around and his lips curled up into a soft smile.

“Yeah? Want me to join you after all?” He spoke softly with a now slightly devious grin on his face. He was up to something. “Come on, let’s get undressed then shall we?”

“Okay, now I feel weird about this.” You murmured, looking down at your feet. “Also, did no one see you going in here?”

“Everyone is everywhere and nowhere. I was reading something in my bed till just a few minutes ago and Brian and Deaks are downstairs I think. ‘Pretty sure they can’t see through walls and such.” He joked. “And please don’t feel weird, i-it’s just me. And to be honest, I’ve seen you naked more than- You know….a few days ago.” He felt a weird but good feeling going through his body as he said that. “If that helps,” he added. “You really sure you don’t want me to leave?”

You nodded and you took a few steps towards Roger. Your hands reached out to caress his chin. “No, I’m sure. You can stay.”

Your other hand made its way down to Rogers' hips and you briefly reached behind to give his ass a little squeeze, leaving him a little startled.

You pressed your lips against his before pulling away and placing your head on his shoulder. From the back, you started to push his shirt up. Your hands roamed over the skin of his back and you heard him sigh deeply. When the fabric was bunched up at his armpits, Roger threw his hands in the air so you could pull it over his head. And the shirt landed somewhere on the ground.

This time it was you who gasped at the sight of bare skin. It wasn’t like you had never seen his bare chest before, by any means. When he was rehearsing and it was a decent temperature he barely ever wore a shirt. But still, you thought he was so beautiful like this, gasp-worthy even.

Your hands had moved along with the shirt and were now on Rogers' shoulders, slowly making their way down again along his arms.

Your soft lips started devouring Roger's shoulders and neck. And you gently started to sucking at the skin, creating little red spots.

All of this made Roger gasp as a shiver shot through his body. “Fuck.” He muttered.

Your hand went down even further till it was resting on the waistband of his pants. You started fumbling with the zipper, but it didn’t really work. “Wait, lemme do that. It’s easier for me.” He chuckled and you stepped back just a little to give him some space.

In a matter of seconds, his pants were open and you stepped forward again.

In a matter of seconds, you had --- to your own surprise --- slid your hand into Rogers’ pants, making him choke on his breath.

His eyes were half-lidded when he looked into your eyes, breath fast and heavy as he felt your palm rest against his hardening length.

“You like that? Pretty boy? My hand in your pants?”

“Jesus, fuck. Yes!”

You dropped to your knees and proceeded to pull his pants down, Rogers eyes on you the entire way. He pulled one leg up and then the other so you could pull the material over his feet.

Sitting like that you couldn’t help but place kisses on his legs and you topped it off with some kiss on his clothed bulge, owning you another gasp from Roger.

“This isn’t fair,” he panted. “You’re still fully dressed and I’m almost...naked.”

“Fine!”

You moved back up onto your feet and Rogers' hands quickly started to work at your dress. And in no time you were both naked under the shower, and…a little turned on.

You grabbed the soap and- “Can I?” You asked with the bottle in your hand. And Roger nodded.

“Please.”

You squeezed some into your palm and carefully started rubbing the soap over his chest. Roger looked at your work with a soft smile on his face.

A few minutes later he did about the same for you. He was a little hesitant at first, but he quickly caught on when you started to encourage him.

“Turn around for me love,” He said and you did as he said. He started to clean your back, moving closer and closer to you as he finished the job. You sighed deeply at the feeling of his hands roaming over your skin and you relaxed completely. All the excitement and tension from the day fading away like ice in the sun.

But all of this ended when Roger suddenly pushed his body into your back, forcing you against the cold tiles.

“Jesus- Fuck! ROger! What the fuck!” You squealed.

“I did say you were in for it today didn’t I? Payback for leaving me hot and bothered. ‘Had to hide my hard-on for the entire ride home.” He growled in your ear. Speaking of…there was definitely something pressing against your back. And it was not Roger's belly.

“Are you serious?! This is hella cold! Let me go!” you said, trying to escape from his grip, but he was stronger than you.

“Sshhh, ‘s okay,” he hushed in your ear before spinning you around again.

You started hitting his chest in protest. “Ashole! You ever do that again and I’ll gut you, Taylor!”

“Sorry.” He apologized and he tried to catch you in his arms. Hugging you like a parent trying to hug their angry kid.

“Little fucker!” You muttered again this chest. “Not funny, those tiles are seriously cold.”

“Guess I’ll have to warm you up again then. Hmm?” He hummed.

“You better! Mr. Taylor!” And there it was again, that nickname. Over the course all those months it had changed from an obvious nickname to something that made his stomach turn and twist. But definitely in a good way.

“Say that again.”

“Mr. Taylor.” You repeated, but this time you said it with a more serious voice.

Right now it made him feel incredibly turned on. “You like that?” You asked.

“When you say it? Yes. Hell yes.” he sighed. “Fucking sexy,”

His cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of pink and then there was silence.

“Can you...turn around again?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Just wanna hold you again like today in the dressing room.”

“O-kayy?” You murmured, not sure why. “But don’t you dare push me against that wall again!”

“I swear it on my drum kit.”

His arms wrapped around you again as you turned around. And it felt...sweet...and also, kinda hot.

“I really love it, to hold you like this. Because like this, I can perfectly whisper in your ear; place kisses...hmmmm...on your shoulder and neck” he hummed. And you let your head fall to the side as he kissed you.

[!!!]

“Or I can slowly let my hand move down to your---”

You interrupted him with a quiet moan.

“That feel good love?”

“Hmhmm.” You nodded, your head falling back against his shoulders.

He kept rubbing over your clit till you were a quietly whimpering mess. You didn’t want to give the entire house a show.

“You close?” He whispered.

“Rog, please jus’ fu-”

You heard some fumbling before he spun you around again. And before you knew it he had pushed you against the cold wall again and wrapped your leg around his waist.

You really didn’t care about the wall right now, not at all.

You both held your breath as Roger experimentally pressed his hips into yours before dragging the tip of his length trough your folds.

Both of you gasped loudly as Roger slowly pushed into you, bit by bit. Till he was buried deep inside you.

For a moment the water streamed over you as you stood there, breathless.

“Fuck, feel so full.” You moaned, and almost simultaneously Roger choked out: “Oh...fuck- god you feel so...good love...feel so...tight. Squeezing me perfectly.”

“You were already close weren’t you?”

“Yeah. Please, Rog, move.” You sighed. “But be gentle okay?”

“Of course,”

He gave you an open-mouthed kiss as he pulled your thigh a little higher, so he could sink even deeper. And you moaned into each other's mouth.

He started to thrust into you at a steady pace and all you could focus on was the warm pressure in your lower abdomen and the sound of Rogers breath. Nothing else mattered. It was just you and him, him and you.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly and one hand combed through his wet hair.

You both finished with a series of quiet moans, they were almost inaudible.

[!]

The water kept flowing over you as you both calmed down. It felt so peaceful and quiet and lovely being wrapped in each other's arms. Almost as if you were actually becoming one for a moment. And it hurt when Roger released you to turn off the water to grab the towels.

You felt completely blissed out, sleepy, relaxed. As if someone had replaced all the sensations and feelings in your body with fluffy cotton candy, as cliché as it might sound.

“Rog?” you whispered, eyes closed. He had wrapped a towel around you both and pulled you back against his warm chest.

“Yeah?”

“Can I sleep in your bed again?” you murmured against the skin.

You just wanted to be close to him. Pressed against his warm body. Hug him, have him hug you, just...him. Be trapped in your bubble.

You were so sleepy that when you got out of the shower Roger had to help you dry off and get ready for bed --- not that he minded. And he indeed brought you to his room.

You laid there on his bed, Roger beside you on his side. He was absolutely mesmerized by how you looked in that moment and he felt so full of happiness. That you were his now amazed him.

“Can you hold me again?” You murmured, it was almost inaudible.

“‘Course.”

He snuggled against your back. Warm and cozy, even though it was quite hot already, you didn’t care about that.

---

“Rog? Rog psst! You awake?” You whispered while softly poking into his stomach.

“Hmmm? Good morning too you too. Is there something wrong, love?”

“Well Roggie, I dreamed about last night.” You smirked. “And now I’m sorta turned on.” You mumbled. “But also, I’m still very sleepy. So...”

“So?”

Maybe it was the fact that you were so relaxed, still feeling high in a way, that you were so blunt and straightforward. Or maybe it was the fact that you felt Rogers hard-on pressing against your back, but anyways-

“Can you just...fuck me really slowly again?”

To be honest, this kind of straightforwardness wasn't new. You had always been terribly honest with each other and now was no exception.

When you looked like crap he sure as hell was going to tell you. (You never got the chance to say that to him though since that bastard basically refused to not look fashionable at all times. But if he ever did you would definitely throw it in his face.) It had surprised you that it had taken him so long to tell you he liked you, since you were usually so open and chill with each other. But maybe this was an exception.

Yeah, Definitely.

Anyways, you telling him to fuck you --- not even calling it lovemaking or anything --- turned him on like mad. And he felt himself growing harder by the minute.

He was still hot and bothered from yesterday, couldn’t take his mind off of it --- and the time before that. And now this?!

“Oh please, can I?” he whispered excitedly.

Roger lazily god rid of his boxers and hiked your oversized shirt up a little. He caressed your hip with his thumb and placed a kiss on your neck.

"I just asked you too. So, yes."

[!!!]

"Need some prepping first? Hmmm? You maybe like it when I talk…dirty?" He began.

"let's try? Shall we?" You whispered back, your eyes closed as you listened to Roger's voice.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now...been thinking about last night too. Couldn't take my mind off of it. The water streaming over your skin…." He began. "your gleaming body...your-" he paused, and you felt the anticipation within you. "perfect tits. You make me so hard love."

You bit your lip as he continued.

"Y/N? Want me to touch you, love?"

"Yes, yes!"

"God, bet you're already dripping for me huh?"

"Wow I can't believe this is literally our third time and we're doing this?!" you laughed.

"Were we ever a normal couple y/n? I made love to you for the first time on the same day--- what am I even saying? The same night as I confessed my love to you. So… I think that says enough."

"Guess we're both just--- Nevermind. Did you just call us a couple?"

"I did didn't I. But should I continue or are we going to get ready for breakfast?"

You pulled your legs up a bit and pulled rogers hand down.

"Shit you are wet." he noticed.

He didn't wait any longer. He lined himself up with your entrance and he pushed into you, agonizingly slow. It made you gasp softly.

Your head fell back against Rogers' neck and you let out a guttural moan as he thrusted into you. It was so slow and lazy, but good.

He resumed his dirty talk and it got progressively filthier.

Moving from 'You're taking me so well love' to 'You're so fucking wet! I'm slipping away, almost sliding into your a--- oookay let's cut that of right there.

“Jeez, you're disgusting Rog. We're disgusting! We’re like horny teenagers.” You laughed when he said that.

"Fucking morning and night."

“We aren't horny teenagers anymore?!” He said sarcastically.

"Well, I can get behind the horny part but we're not teenagers anymore. Maybe mentally.”

"We're bad at this aren't we?" Roger murmured while he slowly kept thrusting into you, making you whine softly in between sentences.

"Yeahhhh." You laughed.

"God it feels so weird if you laugh. 'Squeezing around me."

"Yeah? Should I continue laughing? Does that turn you on?" You joked, purposely laughing even harder.

No, stop! Fuck…it feels so weird." And now Roger broke out into a laugh too.

"Continue this another time?" You suggested.

"Maybe that's a good idea, but I'll definitely have to get myself off. Otherwise I won't survive." Roger snickered. Moving his hand up to his head for dramatic effect. "But seriously, I don't want to be hard again for half of the day. It's uncomfortable as fuck."

"No, wait Roger! Make love to me." You said in an overly dramatic voice as you tried to get on top of him.

"Yes my love, I will save you. I'll be your hero!" Roger jumped in again.

You briefly rubbed your hands over rogers chest and gave him a kiss before sinking down on him again, throwing your head back pleasure.

"But seriously Rog… Fu-ck…please get me off or I'll be frustrated the entire day, I swear!"

[!]

So, in the end, the laughing did stop and you were both content, so to speak.

Since you had made a habit of sleeping almost naked your underwear was…absent. So you asked Roger to go to your room and get a pair but…

Apparently, you hadn't been very successful at keeping quiet and when Roger exited the room? Well…a Brown curly-haired man stood in the hallway.

"Good morning Rog. Heard you had fun this morning?"

Shittttttttt!!!

"Yeah, I did."

What was he doing?!

"Y/N came to my room, she was awake early. You know she makes me laugh all the time. She's hilarious you know, that's why I like her."

Awwww,

Brian squinted his eyes into thin lines, not really convinced of his mate's story.

"I'm pretty sure I heard a moan but okay…this time I'll take your word for it." He said like some kind of police agent. And then he walked away towards the stairs and added: "Oh yeah forgot to mention, you forgot something in the bathroom!"

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aetheternity · 6 years ago

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Moon tattoos (Possibly P1??) Rayllum tattoo au.

“Ok.. Ok Rayla.. You can do this.. He's not that pretty..” She rolled her eyes at herself, breathing her inner monologue away. This was going to be her 5th time this week going to the Katolis tattoo shop. And probably her 50th time this month alone, trying to ask the pretty tattoo artist for his number. Her originally plan about 2 months back had been to get a small crescent moon tattooed on her upper back. But she'd seen the cute guy that was gonna do it for her. And the rest was history.. He just had to be gorgeous with his shimmering green eyes and perfect smile, his t-shirt always seemingly clung to his chest. Arms bulging showing off the sneaky blue dragon curled down his bicep. Seriously Rayla wasn't the shy type! Not at all. But she'd also never had a crush this strong before, not to mention an assortment of moons running over her back and shoulders. It was embarrassing! And stupid. Stupidly embarrassing.. But she couldn't stop herself from coming back just to see him. Couldn't stop herself from getting the same tattoo over and over again. Couldn't let the words she'd been trying to ask slip off her tongue. “Would you like to get coffee some time?” It was 8 words and yet it eluded her in every possible aspect. Every time she tried he'd flash that pretty smile and suddenly she had to “go feed her cat.” She doesn't have a cat. But she might as well get one considering the male named Callum was probably gonna be married at the rate she was going. She entered the small tattoo shop, nodding to the other artist's either working on people of their own or cleaning off their needles. “Hello Rayla!” Called the male named Soren. “Hi.. Soren..” Because of Callum she just happened to know everyone in this place by first name. As if her slightly debating on asking Callum to tattoo his own name on her skin hadn't been embarrassing enough. The blond squinted pretending as if he was deep in thought. (Which he clearly never had been in his 27 years of living) “Let me guess. You're here to see Callum.” Rayla couldn't help the heat that soaked her cheeks. Her eyes darted away and she had half a mind to cover her face with her hand, but decided that would be way too obvious. She just nodded as a reply scrunting up her features. “Alright.. I would say head to the back but you've been here so many times that I think you know the drill.” Rayla turned to go to Callum's corner in the back of the shop, burying her head as she walked. Most of her mortification stayed trapped in her cheeks only getting worse when Soren decided to yell, “Callum! Rayla's here!” If she could catch fire she would. She stalked into the back room, face still hotter then if should be. Immediately thrilled that Callum wasn't there. That is until she started to wrack her brain over why he wasn't here. He couldn't have possibly missed Soren calling for him. Even the store next door heard him. That thought making her skin flush more profusely if that was still possible. She stared at the floor seating herself on Callum's stool, just beside the table where people would lay to get their tattoos done. The one she'd sat on so many days. Well laid on.. She bounced slightly on the surprisingly comfy stool, spinning it once as a test, then again just for the fun of it. “Hey. That's where I sit.” Rayla almost flew off the stool from the sound of the voice at the door. Teasing and gentle. “C-Callum! ” Her inner cartoon character emerged and she practically flipped off the stool. “I.. I.. Uh!..” The green eyed male laughed. Irritating Rayla as she tried to get her life together. Hair astray and currently struggling with whiplash. “It's ok Rayla. You're not the first one to try my chair.” He announced, gesturing her to the table beside where she'd been sitting. “It's been a little bit since the last time you came-” Callum announced, whether sarcastic or not Rayla couldn't tell. Had he.. been counting?? It certainly hadn't been that long it was Thursday, the last time she'd been there was Tuesday night. Was he surprised that she didn't come on Wednesday? Did he actually notice? Was Callum secretly paying attention to the amount of times she came in here, in the same way Rayla had tasked herself, in memorizing what colors Callum looked best in? Honestly he looked great in almost every color the only exceptions being light variants of orange, and bright green's. “Rayla?” “Huh?!” The elf girl bounced a bit, cheeks flushed, soft white hair brushed back to reveal her face as she peeked back at the male. “Y-yes..” Body temperature instantly sky rocketing as she wracked over if she'd accidentally spoken out loud. Callum chuckled briefly, running his hand over the zipper of Rayla's shirt before coaxing it down a touch, revealing the assortment of moons splayed over her back. “Are you sure you wouldn't want maybe a sun in the middle? Couple stars to make it looks more like a map of some sorts? Or even a different phase of the moon in the center?” He asked, the sound of his chair relaxing and the wheels coming closer, echoed through the room. If Rayla was being honest with herself she kinda wished she'd asked a couple moons ago for some stars or even a sun. It probably looked like a mess back there and she was honestly glad she couldn't see her own back. It wasn't like she'd never thought to ask for something else, it was more that asking for something else required her to work her lips and brain at the same time. A skill that had long vanished the second she met Callum. “N-no.. It's ok..” Were the only things she could ever make her brain muster. Callum sighed softly, his breath coaxing over Rayla's body in an unbelievably ticklish manner and she forced herself to stay still. “Ok, if you're sure.” She heard the male mutter. “I'm gonna go for this blank spot right here ok.” He patted, Rayla's lower back and she nodded, moving her hips back a bit more to get comfortable. She already knew the drill after the first 10 tattoos, no longer jumping when the cotton ball stained with rubbing alcohol was dabbed on her skin. While also being mentally prepared for the needles tip to brush her skin after it'd dried a bit. She was an expert in a way she hadn't wanted to be. Seriously Rayla? Come on just ask him while you can't see him! She barked to herself in annoyance, having to stop the very real groan, that was coming to respond to her thoughts. Why was this so hard?! “I still don't really know if this is a moonshadow elf thing but…. I think.. You have a lot of dedication towards your race, I like that..” Callum remarked breaking the silence, thumb stretching Rayla's skin a bit. She had to bite her lip. Had to! Had to keep every reaction to Callum's soft hands to herself. Even if he was wearing gloves her skin still burned, ached for any little touches. “Rayla?” Her face deepened with warm color, soaking down to her neck. Shit, he'd paid her a compliment.. What was she supposed to say back?? How should she respond?? “If I'm being completely honest.. I'm so glad you came here for your first tattoo.. Even more glad that you came to me..” Wait.. What?? “I didn't really wanna say anything cause Soren says we're running a professional business here, but he also says butter tastes good with everything, so I don't think I should always take his advice.” Callum chuckled, needle making a smooth curve over Rayla's back. Wait.. Wait a minute. What?? “Uh.. I guess I'll just say it.” Callum huffed, the sound of his chair rolling closer made Rayla's breath catch and her ears perk with attention. “I.. Really like you Rayla. And I have since you first walked in here.. And I was wondering if you maybe wanna.. Go grab coffee sometime??” “Wait what?!” This time Rayla said it out loud. Her body jerked up as she tried to face Callum, needle dragging across her skin. And she fell back with the incredibly painful sensation. Callum rushing to stand, placing the needle back on his table and removing his gloves. It wasn't really as bad as pain she'd experienced just from trying to clean up messes her friends made, but the embarrassment of it all sold it way more. “Oh my god! I'm so sorry!” He apologized quickly, moving to grab another cotton ball. “I'm so so sorry!” He continued, trying to clean up the blood but Rayla kept flinching away, nails digging into the chair. “It-it's not your f-fault..” She tried, she could feel the blood pooling from the open wound, trickling down her back a bit. But Callum's hands were more than enough to help with the pain. He'd asked her out!! Callum found her attractive! She barely knew what to do with this new information. Should she say yes now that she knew? Should she tell him she'd liked him back?? “I'm so so sorry about this.. Soren is gonna kill me.. I shouldn't have asked.” Rayla flinched again and her ears fell at Callum's words, if not for the great deal of pain she currently felt she might've just left. Completely exhausted from making a fool of herself in front of this human boy. “Maybe I should take you home..” Callum offered. “I don't have much here to help with the pain and cotton balls can only soak up so much blood.” “Yeah.. Ok.” Rayla agreed, too tired and a little pissed to actually say no. Callum threw away the cotton ball he'd been using to dab Rayla's skin. Zipping up the back of her shirt, being careful not to bother the very exposed cut running along her back. Rayla took Callum's hand when it was offered to her, back hunched as she took a few steps forward. She couldn't believe it. She'd been wanting to ask Callum out for months only to get asked out and immediately dumped on all at the same time, not to mention her injuring herself less than a second of being asked out. Rayla had never been good with rejection, in any shape or form since she was a kid. Back then she could throw hour long tantrums, but right now all she wanted to do was go home and scream into a pillow. “Soren.. We had a little bit of a situation. Can I take Rayla home really quick?” Rayla just stayed quiet, staring at the floor instead of the approximately 20 people in the shop currently wondering what had occurred. “What? You just got here not that long ago!” Soren argued, coming around the counter. “What happened anyway?” Rayla's violet irises peaked up to look at Soren, immediately feeling a bit guilty for the irritation that shone in Callum's direction. “I know I just.. there was an accident..” Callum admitted, squeezing Rayla's hand a bit, the young elf would be lying if she said it didn't send sparks fluttering throughout her body. “Oh, great an accident!” Soren began, crossing his very muscled arms. “Who's paying for damages Callum? Or riddle this! Who's gonna take your shift! All the girl's always come here for you, for some reason especially since I'm here, with you gone we're gonna lose a lot of money-” “I won't be gone that long I swear I'll be less than an hour!-” Wait.. just how many girls actually came here for Callum specifically? While Rayla did know she couldn't be the only one just how many of them came here to try and steal Callum? “This all happened because I wasn't paying attention and I-” “It's not his fault Soren.” Despite the pain, Rayla pushed herself to stand a bit taller, Callum helping her balance all the while. “I jumped because I got a text.. Callum didn't do anything wrong I don't blame him..” Callum's green eyes flickered over to Rayla, shimmering beautifully he gave her a soft smile mouthing, “Thank you.” So Soren wouldn't hear. As if Rayla's skin wasn't hotter than the surface of the sun from just holding Callum's hand. “Not your only problem!” Soren continued, immediately getting Callum's eyes. “Who's gonna cover for you?!” “Claudia can take over for me.” “Oh, yeah sure! Since Claudia clearly has nothing else better to do then take care of all the pretty girls that want you.” The raven haired girl across the room replied sarcastically, currently tying her long hair up in a ponytail. “Yes, thank you.” Callum remarked, completely ignoring the sarcasm in favor of getting Rayla out of the shop as quickly as possible. “Where do you live?” Callum asked once they were out on the street. Rayla had lived in the same apartment building for about 6 years now. It had been a gift from Runaan and he'd even lived with her for about a year and a half, mostly helping her get unpacked and used to the new arrangement, since she'd never lived all alone before. Mostly helping her cook and clean. Even making her a budget so she could afford anything she wanted after rent was paid, and food was brought. Though after her 20th birthday most of her saved up funds had gone to Callum. “It's.. Right up there..” Rayla winced, her arm now stretched over Callum's shoulders. And fuck were they nice.. Broad shoulders that bulge nicely under a perfectly fitting tee and if Rayla were any braver she'd give them a squeeze, pretending it was the pain making her wince. She'd managed to somewhat ignore the pain seeing as they were walking pretty slowly, but every now and then a person would walk past looking slightly confused by the scene, and Rayla's face would go up in flames all over again. She handed Callum her keys as they approached the brownstone on the corner of the block, squished up nice and tight against the building just next to it. From day one the deep red of her apartment building had her enamored, it was in a good place for her and her neighbors weren't awfully loud. Runaan had given her just what she didn't know she needed like he always did. Once the front door was open the two adults fell silent the entire walk up to Rayla's apartment. 3 floors of wincing and stopping and gripping onto the banister on her opposite side for better balance. “Rayla I know I said it before but I really am so sorry..” Callum apologized, handing Rayla her keys once her front door was unlocked. She was suddenly glad she'd swept around a bit and cleaned up the mess Ellis had made trying to make blueberry pancakes but with raspberries. She always had been the kind of girl you'd label “kooky” if you were trying to be nice. “Do you have any gauze, maybe some band aids?” And suddenly Rayla was also really glad for Lujanne who constantly found ways to scare people and get them hurt in her apartment. “In the medicine cabinet!” Rayla announced, surprised that she could make a full sentence without breaks in front of Callum for once. Then again she couldn't see him anymore so that probably made it easier. Callum's boots made a very satisfying “clomp clomp” on the hardwood floors as he came rushing back with the first aid kit. “Cool apartment.” He tried, looking over the soft lilac carpeting and plastic covered couch into the living room. Since the kitchen and living room were connected. “Thank you.” Rayla replied to the ground. “Uh..” Callum was standing at the kitchen counter that separated the kitchen and living room while Rayla laid against her front door not looking at the man in the slightest. “I..” He started but stalled, face whipping away to the window on the other side of the apartment. The second Rayla looked up she could see the deep blush dusting his cheeks and a bit of his neck. He looked so awkward. So cute. And kind of unCallum like. “I.. Kinda need you…. To bend over..” He finally explained, to the ceiling instead of the moonshadow elf next to him. “Gonna buy me dinner first?” Rayla blurted, immediately wanting to open her apartment door and jump down the flight of stairs they'd came up. Surprisingly enough Callum gave a small chuckle, relaxing a bit, though his face didn't get any less red. “Let's see how this goes first.” He replied, pulling some gauze from the small kit and.. Wait did he just flirt back?? Rayla hoped she didn't seem eager as she bent over the counter, brushing her hair aside so Callum could unzip her shirt again. If she had a dollar for everytime she'd been embarrassed today she could make back every dime she'd spent trying to win over Callum. Right now her knees were buckling, fingers gripping the counter like her life depended on it. And she hoped with every fiber of her being that Callum either, wasn't paying attention, or didn't notice. “I have to say I'm sorry again..” Callum announced with sympathy tucked into every word. “Why….What happened?” She was partially worried it was about the injury and partially worried he was gonna break her heart again by explaining how he shouldn't have asked her out. “Well..” Callum started, but paused as he rubbed alcohol over her injury. “This might leave a little scar honestly-” Rayla flinched as Callum continued to pat lightly over the cut. “It.. can be covered up.. If you wanted.. with maybe some stars or.. something but I know you said you didn't want that….” “I!” Rayla started but clapped a hand over her mouth when she heard her volume, and saw Callum jolt behind her. “It.. wouldn't be.. awful.” She mumbled “Maybe..” She finished looking over her shoulder. Callum's eyes sparkled, he wasn't looking at her back anymore. He was looking right at her. Right into her eyes with that soft pink blush and those dangerously beautiful green's. She jerked her face around, wanting to just hide her face by laying it on the table. Almost succeeding but overall ended up banging her entire forehead on the marble. “You know what might as well just stay down Rayla, can't get any worse today.” “Are you ok??” Callum asked as Rayla let out a soft groan of disgust in herself. “Y-yes?” She sounded as if she didn't know herself. “All the moon's look really pretty on you..” And seriously?! Were all human boys this confusing?! She was almost tempted to pay him a compliment back. But she definitely wouldn't be able to stop if she did. It'd start with his beautiful eyes and would still be going on about his dragon tattoo. “Th-thank you..” Callum finished and Rayla raised her head suddenly feeling a bit more naked, being in her apartment all alone, with the guy she'd been crushing on for months with her shirt unzipped. She was about to fix her shirt but Callum moved to do it first. “Y-you might wanna rub some Vaseline on that spot later.. Or have someone else-” He explained but cut himself off with a shake of his head. He pulled the zipper up to the top. “Maybe some ice.. I didn't put a bandaid on it because you don't have one long enough..” The male stepped back crossing an arm over his chest. It wasn't obvious to Rayla that she'd been looking at the male tattoo artist for too long, until his embarrassed eyes came up, to meet her's. “I know I should go.. I have work..” He suddenly blurted. “But I just.. I have to know-” Whatever it was seemed to conflict him and Rayla sucked in a breath unconsciously, unable to move as she watched the gears in his head turn and ponder the question on his lips. “D-do you like me?” He finally asked “..Because I like you.. And I have for the longest but I.. didn't know what to say or how to-” “Yes.” “What?” Callum stopped. The room stopped. The fucking world stopped. He was staring at her and suddenly it was 500 degrees hotter in the room. “You..” “I-” Rayla tried, but choked on the ball suddenly lodged in her throat. “So.. you do like me??” And fuck why did he sound so cute and relieved! “Yes! Ok! I was all worked up because I thought you were maybe ignoring me when I talked to you or maybe you're just a quiet person but yes!” He rambled on and threw his hands up like he'd won a prize. And Rayla couldn't help but smile so hard her cheeks began to hurt. It was as if a weight had been pushed off her chest. She could breathe again. “Oh! Ok then. Do you like sports?” Callum asked, doing a cute little trot back over to Rayla, holding onto the countertop next to her. “I.. Guess..” Rayla hadn't really ever paid much attention to sports, since it was more of a human thing. She'd only recently been introduced to it because of Ellis and even then she was mildly confused. But it wasn't like it wasn't interesting especially if it served Callum's interest. “Sure.” She finally decided on. “Would you.. Maybe wanna see a soccer game with me.. Sometime?” Her brain screamed “love to” but she managed to just say, “Yeah sure.” Callum gave off another one of those electrifying smiles that made her stomach explode with countless butterflies. “Great.” He said, his hand fell to his pocket and when it emerged it came up with a blue pen. Without disrupting eye contact with Rayla he quickly scribbled his number down on her arm. “Wow he writes 6's adorably too.” Rayla thought, body vibrating under his touch. “Don't tell Soren.” He stated, putting the pen away with one hand already on the apartment door. “I won't.” Rayla replied with an unmissable sigh of content. “Bye Rayla.” Callum practically giggled, a sing songy tone escaping with his words. And with that Rayla was alone in her apartment again. Unable to hide the toothy grin on her face.

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sariasprincy-writes · 7 years ago

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Hollow Point 10

One // Two // Three // Four // Five // Six // Seven // Eight // Nine // Ten (here)

Thank you @beyondthemoor for your edits!

Chapter Ten All the right moves

Sweat dripped down the back of Sakura’s neck. It clung to her skin and made her shirt stick to her body. She breathed hard, trying to catch her breath.

Kakashi didn’t give her that opportunity. He came at her, fists swinging and adrenaline pumping. Sakura threw her hands up in front of her face. Just in time to block his swing. Her wrist stung at the contact, but she ignored it, throwing her own blow.

He had always been faster. His military training giving him an edge she didn't have. He grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm painfully before he swept her legs out from under her. Her back hit the mat hard, knocking the breath from her lungs.

Kakashi glared down at her. “What did I tell you?”

His irritation stirred her own. Pushing herself back up onto her feet, she inhaled a shaky breath, “I'm trying.”

“Not hard enough,” he returned. “Get your hands up and pay attention, or I'll do it again.”

A glare settled over her features as she fell back into her defensive stance. They traded swings. He cuffed her across the cheek but she knocked him on the chin. Back and forth, they danced across the matted floor, alternating between throwing punches and wrestling on the ground.

Kakashi did everything he could to pin her, wrenching her arms behind her back, using his body weight to trap her against the floor. Sakura in turn used all the training he had every taught her to free herself. Pressure points, supported elbows against sensitive muscles, using her slight frame to twist under his guard. They trained until Sakura’s arms were stiff and her shoulders ached.

Kakashi was first to relax, after he had failed to pin her for the third time. “Much better. You’re getting faster,” he told her.

A faint smile passed her lips, even as she felt bruises already forming under her skin. She followed Kakashi towards the wall where they left their belongings. She reached for her water bottle first, chugging a quarter of it before she patted her skin dry with a towel. Beside her, Kakashi rummaged through his duffel bag.

Sakura took another drink as she eyed the other gym members. Most were working out in pairs. On the far side, there was a row of punching bags. Only one was in use now. This early in the morning, the gym was still mostly empty, the more aggressive boys still sleeping. By noon, Sakura was sure it would be full.

Two men had stepped onto the floor mat behind Sakura and Kakashi. She observed them as she waited for her heart to slow back to normal.

“What’re you working on now?” Kakashi asked after he had finished putting his things away.

Sakura glanced down at him before she dropped herself onto the bench so their conversation wouldn't carry. "I'm collecting more arms. Hashirama and Tobirama need to regroup after their confrontation with Akatsuki."

"Do you know what Hashirama is planning next?"

"No, but that's not my primary concern right now," Sakura said. When Kakashi arched his brow, she elaborated, "I'm more interested in Hashirama's relationship with Madara."

“Because of the CIA.”

“That and because I still don’t know the agreement between them,” she told him. “Hashirama has a deal with Madara. One that does not include sharing territories.”

“You think Hashirama is providing Madara protection?” Kakashi asked.

“I don’t know,” she frowned. “It’s been four years since Madara turned traitor. The CIA isn’t exactly known for their forgiveness. Especially since he sold information to the Chinese and Russians.”

Kakashi arched his brow, mildly amazed. "Where did you learn that?"

“Shikamaru,” Sakura said, smiling faintly. The more she worked with the ex-CIA operative, the more useful she was finding him. He was just as brilliant as he was lazy.

“So if Hashirama is providing Madara protection from the government, what does he get in return?” Kakashi asked.

"I don't know. That's what I want answered."

They both looked up when a particularly hard hit echoed through the room. One of the men on the mat took a hard fall. His wheezing breaths reached her ears. He recovered surprisingly quickly to twist out from under his partner's hold, their positions suddenly flipping.

She and Kakashi spectated the sparring match a little longer before they collected their things and left. Outside, she handed her water bottle to Kakashi. He accepted it wordlessly, his eyes lingering on the passersby. A habit he had picked up in the military.

“Are you still being tailed?” Kakashi asked at last.

Sakura smiled. “Of course.”

“Do you want me to get rid of them?”

“No,” she said, pulling on her sweatshirt. She zipped it up only halfway, low enough to let the air cool her still-heated skin. “Not yet anyway. They’re harmless for now.”

Kakashi didn’t look so convinced but he didn’t argue. Instead, he jerked his head towards the corner. “That car has been sitting there since we got here.”

“I know,” she told him, her smile still in place. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

That expression of his didn’t fade but again he didn’t say anything. Simply shouldered his bag and shot her a look that was clearly a warning not to press her luck before he wandered down the sidewalk.

Sakura waited until he was out of sight before she too left. She went the opposite direction the car was facing, pretending to occupy herself on her phone. She was hardly surprised when it pulled away from the curb and did a u-turn.

The black vehicle merged in with the other slow-moving traffic seamlessly. Sakura wouldn’t have even noticed it if not for the fact it was a shiny new Lexus. The same one that had been keeping her company all week.

Without looking back, Sakura entered a nearby convenience store. She wandered into the back towards the case with refrigerated water. Only to slip out the back door. It opened into a parking lot with a half dozen stalls. Only two were occupied. Sakura waited in the shadows out of sight until she heard that familiar V8 engine.

The instant the car came around the corner, she went for it. Ripping open the door, Sakura slipped into the driver's lap, releasing the chair adjustment under the seat so she could fit. In one, smooth motion, she shifted the car into park and slammed the door closed behind her, leaving the pair tightly wedged in the seat made for one.

Itachi stared at her. A long moment of silence passed before he sighed. "Was this really necessary?"

Smiling, Sakura leaned forward, her knees pressed tightly against his lean hips in the confined space. Her hands skimmed the front of his dark jacket, her fingers playing with the zipper of his breast pocket. This close, she could smell the spicy scent of his cologne. "You obviously wanted my attention. Now, you have it."

A frown tightened his expression before it relaxed. His face turning carefully blank as he settled his hands on either side of her, careful not to touch her more than necessary. "You need to accept my offer," he told her.

A laugh bubbled out of her mouth. "You're rather persistent, aren't you? Tell me, what is it about Madara that makes you so desperate?" she asked, leaning closer. If only to see if she could draw a reaction out of him.

Itachi didn’t answer. But there was something behind his eyes that made her smile fade. Her fingers stilled against his zipper.

“It’s more than just his capture your company is worried about,” she guessed.

His lack of answer was answer enough.

“What do you know?” she asked.

“Only that Madara is planning something,” Itachi told her, his voice low and troubled. “Which is why we need your help.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Madara and I aren’t exactly friendly.”

“We don’t need you to be friendly. Just close enough to know what his next moves are.”

"The last time I got that close, Izuna tried to strangle me," Sakura countered darkly. "So your plan is going to have to be a little more specific than that."

Itachi's gaze drifted down to the column of her throat, as if searching for the bruises that had faded months ago. When he raised his eyes back to hers, his face was surprisingly open. Something she couldn't quite name reflected back at her. Something a little desperate, a little impatient.

When he blinked, that look was gone. Itachi reached into his jacket.

Out of habit, Sakura grabbed his forearm, using their close proximity to pin his arm to his chest with her body weight. Her instincts screaming it was a gun. To her surprise, Itachi just looked at her, waiting for her grasp to loosen minutely before he withdrew a business card. It was white and utterly blank. Except for a single phone number etched in black ink.

When she made no move to accept it, he slipped the paper into the pocket of her hoodie.

“Help us and we will return the favor. Guns, protection...Akatsuki,” he said knowingly. Then he quickly added, like he knew she was going to feign ignorance, “You burnt down one of their supplier’s ports a few months ago.”

Sakura couldn't help the small lift in the corner of her mouth. It seemed Agent Uchiha was more than just his handsome face.

Shifting in his lap, she settled more comfortably against him, her hands still resting on his chest. Feeling the solid muscle beneath her palms. The soft, easy inhale and exhale of his breath. "And what could you possibly know about Akatsuki?" she whispered, as if they were a couple sharing an intimate moment.

His hands shifted to her hips, less as a means of dominance and more of somewhere to put them in the tight space. “Agree and I'll give you everything,” he murmured in reply.

Sakura held his gaze. The moment stretching on for one too many seconds for it to be teasing. Only the soft rumble of the engine filling the space between them. Then she leaned away with a shrug. "If only I actually cared about them."

Itachi's eyes searched her face, as if trying to determine if she was just toying with him again or not. When he found only real honesty, he stared at her with genuine curiosity. "Then what do you care about?"

She pretended to think a moment. "Tequila."

Impatience flickered behind Itachi's eyes so quick she would have missed it had she blinked. It seemed her games were finally beginning to get under his skin. Good. Sakura didn't bother to hide her smirk. Hopefully this time, Itachi would get the hint and leave her alone.

"Really, Itachi, we should stop meeting like this," she said. Humor colored her tone but there was an underlying seriousness. Because in all honesty, the whole watching her back everywhere she went thing was getting a little old.

Sakura reached for the door handle then, but Itachi's hands tightened on her waist before she could exit the car.

"I know you do not trust me," Itachi murmured, leaning forward as if they were somewhere they could be overheard. "And if I had it my way, I would not choose you for this operation. But Madara is dangerous. Not only to me but to you and everyone else as well. He holds loyalty to no one. Not even his own family. Just consider that while you're out there running your guns, Sakura. Because if there is one thing I know you care about, it is your business."

She met his unwavering gaze but didn't offer him a response. Simply waited for him to release her before she slipped out of the car. With no reason left to linger, Itachi drove off, disappearing back around the corner and into the city in his smooth, smooth car.

Sakura didn’t think she was still being followed but she took the back streets and winding park paths back to her studio apartment. There, she showered and grabbed a quick bite to eat while her hair dried. She checked her phone messages over her bowl of cereal, trying to think of anything but her conversation with Itachi.

For a little while, her texts kept her busy. But as she munched on her second bowl, her mind couldn’t help but wander a little. Even with her position, Itachi had admitted he didn’t wanted her help. The CIA must really be desperate to send Itachi to her not once but twice. Her arrest in Tel Aviv must have been a test of her abilities. Or to gauge how easily they could turn her.

Chewing slowly, Sakura glanced towards the corner of her room where she had tossed her hoodie, Itachi’s card still in the pocket. She considered reading the number. Considered ripping it up and throwing it out.

In the end, Sakura did neither. She left it untouched as she dried her hair and swiped on mascara. In her closet, she grabbed a business suit, sharp and professional, and completed the outfit with a pair of heels. The kind that drew attention with every step.

With Hashirama’s car sitting at the bottom of the river, Sakura called for a ride. An expensive car service drove her across town. The well-dressed driver dropped her just outside the bamboo gates of what Sakura could only call a mansion, judging by the multiple peaks she could see above the fence line. The guards at the gate let Sakura in at her name. They patted her down and searched her clutch before they radioed for the owner.

As she waited, Sakura studied the way the water sparkled off the fountain. She wasn’t left alone long.

“Tsunade.”

Sakura turned towards the speaker, a wide smile on her face. “Neji, it’s been too long.”

He wasn’t a very tall man but he was certainly handsome. Especially dressed in a suit. His features were distinctly Japanese but his accent had faded long ago to be replaced with smooth, clean English.

With a friendly smile, Neji gestured for her to follow him inside. “I hope New York is treating you well.”

“My cities always treat me well,” she told him good-naturedly.

A secret smile passed his lips. She wondered if he was remembering the time she had helped him in Kobe with a small yakuza war. Back before either of them were of the legal drinking age in Japan. Not that anyone ever carded them in the bars they hung out in.

Neji led her further into his large house. Staff stood on every corner, silent statues until they were summoned. The house itself was heavily influenced in traditional Asian culture. Every room they passed had Japanese furnishings and artwork. Even the shoji doors were decorated with fierce tigers and peaceful koi fish.

Sakura eyed them appreciatively until they finally reached the end of the hall and their destination. Neji paused before the only solid wood door. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. Inside was a large office. There were multiple computers and monitors. Some were for security purposes. Others for business.

A young woman looked up upon their entrance. She eyed Sakura, silently sizing her up just as Sakura did to her. Only more discreetly.

“Meet my cousin, Hinata,” Neji introduced. “Hinata, this is is my contact, Tsunade.”

Sakura inclined her head in greeting while Hinata smiled politely.

“Hinata has been helping me cover my connections in Japan while I’ve been here,” Neji explained. “She can help you get whatever you need.”

This time Sakura’s smile was warmer. “I have guns overseas, but I need help transporting them,” she told Hinata. “And I have enough money to make the effort well worth your interest.”

Two hours later, Sakura left the Hyuuga compound. It would take a couple of weeks but Hinata would be able to help her transport the weapons Sakura needed. It was something Sakura could pay some low nobodies to do, but with the threat of Akatsuki still in Egypt, working through Neji gave her some security. Which meant Sakura had time to focus on other things.

Like checking in on Naruto to see how her current shipments were doing. He had been texting her updates periodically and so far everything had been running smoothly. But she never liked to leave her clients unchecked for too long.

Pausing on the sidewalk just outside the bamboo gates surrounding the property, Sakura pulled out her phone. She was just about to search for her last conversation with Naruto when he phone suddenly rang.

The number was unsaved but she recognized it as Kakashi’s. “Hey, what’s up?” she answered.

“I thought you said you were handling your tail,” Kakashi told her sternly.

Frowning, Sakura glanced around the high-end neighborhood. There were half a dozen cars parked on the street but none appeared to be occupied, except for one. She recognized the nondescript, grey Honda Kakashi liked to cruise around in.

“Ten o’clock,” he said. “Dark blue Mazda.”

Following his directions, Sakura peeked at the car out of the corner of her eyes. Sure enough, there was a vehicle exactly as he had described. At first, she saw no movement inside the car. But then a shadow caught her notice. She was being watched.

“Is that one of your CIA buddies?” Kakashi asked.

Keeping her expression in check, Sakura turned and began walking down the street towards where Kakashi was waiting. Halfway down the block, the Mazda began to follow. "No, it's not."

For the last few weeks, she had become familiar with Shisui and Itachi’s cars - hell, a few hours ago she had been inside one. Neither of them looked like that. Which meant only one thing.

She had another tail.

to be continued...

#itasaku #itachi #sakura #kakashi #hollow point #chapter 10 #saria writes #crime au #arms dealer au #sorry for the delay #busy week

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tweakerwolf · 6 years ago

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MCL Deaths 8 + 9 + Survival Ending pt 1

Last three endings here! Let’s work our way to the end of the game. Since these ones literally have to go to the end of the game, I cut this one into two parts as well, it was inevitable. Even though it’s cut in half, it’s still REALLY long so, prepare yourself for a lot of scrolling lol

You’re running for your life, trying to lose the monster in the forest... It’s the middle of the night and you can barely see but you have to keep going. The snow and wind is slowing your progress, your legs are numb… but you can’t stop. As you run, you look back and see the monster still behind you. It’s towering over the trees on long limbs- it’s something out of a nightmare! How did this happen? It was just supposed to be a normal camping trip and now you’re running for your life! You can’t take anymore so you squeeze your eyes shut, willing it all to be a dream, it isn’t really happening. You think about the trip, how it all started out fine. (Enter your name and proceed with the flashback)

Tara finishes unloading everything from the car and comes over to check on your progress. Tell her that “I’m taking a break because I’ve been working so hard” because getting everything unpacked is hard work, you needed a breather. Tara is happy with your progress and comments that Corbin should take a page from your book. And by mentioning his name, he appears, beer in hand. She notices the beer and wants to know where he got it. He admits that he had to dig under all the bags in order to reach the cooler, but it was worth it. Tara gets mad- he could’ve helped unload if he was so desperate for a beer! Tara stops herself from yelling, instead she swipes the can from his hand and drinks it, forcing Corbin to get another beer. While they go on with their usual antics, you get started with the tents, if you don’t, everyone will be sleeping in the snow. You think to yourself about how long you’ve been doing the annual camping trips with these two. You’ve known them most of my life and you’ve been going on camping trips with them since you were little.

Eventually Tara comes back over to check on your progress, noting that you’re almost finished. That means it’s almost time for a breather! (Warning screen about timed events pops up) Tara playfully pushes you and you trip over a log. (Timed event) Catch self because you aren’t going to go down that easily! Not that it matters, Tara comes over and shoves you again while Corbin eggs her on. You fall down (Warning screen about certain choices leading to death), heading right for the ground. Move left and land in a soft pile of snow, Corbin and Tara plopping down next to you. Tara comments about how pretty it is and you have to agree, ‘they really are beautiful’ and you can’t help but admire the night sky. Corbin starts thinking about the first time the three of you went camping and how Tara would ruin nice moments by telling scary stories! Which prompts Tara to tell a scary story, he should’ve seen that coming. He covers his ears as Tara warns you about wendigos! Ask her “What is a wendigo?” and Tara explains that they are Native American demons that eat people. Corbin challenges her knowledge by saying that she never even heard of them before Until Dawn! Tara tells him to shut up and then continues on with her story.

About 4 or 5 years ago, people started disappearing from the campsite, whole groups of people, not just lonely hikers. Corbin already doesn’t want to hear any more and he’s blocking his ears... You kinda want to hear the story though so say “Shut up Corbin,” to get him to stop. And it works, she continues the story and Corbin can’t help but get into it, questioning if people disappeared from the very same campsite. Tara can neither confirm nor deny. Instead she just says that there haven’t been any traces of anyone found, not even a finger! Somehow the tale claims that the disappearances all started with a scorned lover, some young woman was camping with the man she loved but she caught him with her best friend! That was the moment she sold her soul to a wendigo! She started to shift and change shape. Tara leans closer to Corbin and asks if he wants to know what happened next. He doesn’t but she tells him anyways! The man woke up the next morning and went to hug his side chick and found just her skin- the monster that was previously his girlfriend had eaten all of her insides! At this point you tell Tara that she sucks. Corbin claims that Tara is losing her edge; she takes it in stride though he was obviously still scared. The two continue to bicker and soon there are snowballs going back and forth.

Later, after everyone has gone to bed, you wake up suddenly, in the middle of the night. You see a dark shape wandering around the outside of the tent... a human shaped shadow... You can’t imagine it’s someone else but you also can’t imagine that Tara or Corbin are awake right now. As you sit up, you feel hyper alert and realize just how bad it’s snowing outside. But it wasn’t supposed to storm, otherwise you wouldn’t have come... Sudden you hear Corbin calling your name. Something about it sets you on edge but you need to know if he’s okay so call out “Yes?” He says that he wants to see you... Everything about this is weird but for some reason, you decide to go along with it. Tell him, “Okay, I’m coming out of the tent” but a hand suddenly grabs your shoulder! Corbin whispers for you to stay... because apparently he’s been in your tent the whole time! Slowly you look over to the side and you see a shadowy form hunched beside you. A hand reaches out and touches your cheek and that’s when you snap out of it. Something is wrong.Stay calm, you don’t want to appear freaked out, something tells you that that would be a bad thing. You calmly put on your boots and crawl to the tent flap. Corbin calls out, asking you not to leave, adding on that you’ll regret it as you open the zipper. You don’t respond at all and climb out of the tent, leaving Corbin alone. As you straighten up, you nearly knock over Tara, who was standing right outside the tent. She woke up too and knew something was wrong... She points to Corbin’s tent.The two of you cling to each other as you see the pool of red leaking out of his tent.... Then you look back at your tent as a creature climbs out... the creature has long limbs and grayish skin... sharp claws... The last thing you see is it’s face- Corbin’s face! The skin is all wrong and it’s oozing blood... the creature is wearing his face like a mask! Tara tells you to run.(flashback over)

You fall to the ground and snap back to the present... Tara urges you to get up, you have to keep going; she’s suddenly pulled away from you... she screams and you can hear her bones snapping (mushy, snapping sound effect with a scream)... you can’t do anything but run, knowing it’s too late to save her. Somehow, eventually, the sound of the creature fades away, have you lost it? Hopefully, because your legs have reached their limits and it’s hard to keep going. As you’re crawling through the snow you see a light- a cabin! You use the last of your energy to get to the front door and knock. Thankfully someone is home and opens the door! The woman asks how she can help you and you blurt out a rushed sentence that you know doesn’t make a lot of sense. All she seems to notice is that you look frozen and tells you to come inside. Despite the fear and weariness, you can’t help but take a moment to realize that she seems untouched by the storm. But it has to be your imagination, your mind is obviously overloaded with everything that’s happened. Take her up on her offer and enter the cabin. You immediately start to warm up a bit as the door slams shut behind you. The woman introduces herself and asks that you wipes off your shoes. As you do so, you try to explain again,that there’s a monster and you need help. Surprisingly, instead of dismissing your statement, she says the monster probably had good reason to eat them- one was a dummy and the other was a hussy! Whhhaaaaa? Maybe you misheard what she said, there is no way she said that... she doesn’t even know your friends right? It’s just because you’re tired, like, you can barely stand! Jac guides you into a seat, worried about you; she offers to get you some food.

Jac throws a meat patty into a pan and starts to cook it while you relax. You’re wrapped in a blanket now so you’re starting to warm up. Not wanted to appear ungrateful, try to think of something to say to break the silence. Nothing comes out though, your brain is fried... but at least you tried to say something. Jac breaks the silence herself though as she starts to murmur about a good boy. He was sensitive and caring even though he tried to act like a tough guy. But she knew he was sweet because of his heart. You notice that she’s looking at the patty as she says all this. ‘She must be talking about the cow’ you think to yourself. She proves you wrong in the next second, frowning and saying that he had the nerve to talk to another woman! How dare he?! She was the one that knew him first so he should’ve loved her back! Then Jac calms herself and says that it doesn’t matter because she’s the only one who can have him now. Next she’s placing the patty on a plate and setting it in front of you. That boy was the sweetest person she’s loved and suggests you take a bite to confirm for yourself. You have no idea just where this conversation is going but you’re too tired to really understand the implication. All you know is that you’re hungry so eat the food she’s offering. As you chew on it, you can’t help but notice that it’s tough and it tastes more like pork than beef... Jac smiles at you as you eat, cryptically saying that he’s a part of both of you forever. That’s all the weirdness you can handle and you finally just pass out.

Some time later you wake back up, confused. Where are you again? What’s going on? You hear someone talking, they mention something about Gamma and no embarrassing baby photos? You try to rouse yourself a little more and realizes that you’ve been tied to a chair! Something is very wrong… When you open your eyes fully, you see Jac talking to… a severed head… mounted on a broom stick… (image of severed head without eyes mounted on a mop) What in the world is going on? You’re freaked out but you manage to stay silent, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. Not that it matters, she turns around and sees that you’re awake just a moment later. She tells you that you don’t have to be shy at all, her grandmother is one of the nicest people ever, she’ll love you. You really aren’t sure what’s going on but it seems like Jac is taking this seriously so turn to the severed head and say ‘Hello, Ma’am, it’s nice to meet you’ in greeting. You made the right choice, Jac is happy that you’re being so polite. She tells you that Gamma has been dying to meet you, ever since she started talking about you... but when did Jac start talking about you exactly? You happened upon the cabin just the other day... You don’t have time to question that though, Jac is introducing you to Gamma. Continue to be polite and say ‘What should I call you, Ma’am?’ which makes Jac scoff. You can just call her Gamma, you’re a part of the family after all! Jac finally notices the look on your face and says that you should rest up. She kisses you on the cheek and takes Gamma out of the room.

You’re stuck in the kitchen as night falls, the cabin getting dark. Tell yourself ‘I need to stay calm’ because there is no use panicking. That would just make things worse. Elsewhere in the cabin, you can hear Jac walking around as she gets in the shower. You can’t help but wonder what she does with ‘Gamma’ when she’s not actually talking to it. Eventually Jac climbs into bed and the cabin gets even quieter... You take a moment to assess the situation. You’re tied to a chair and stuck in a cabin with a crazy person. The leather straps around your wrist seem old and thin, it might be possible to break out. But no, tell yourself ‘I’d better stay put’ because as crazy as Jac seems, she’s better than that awful monster that killed Tara and Corbin. The cabin is shelter, you’re safer inside. You decide to get some sleep while you can.

All too soon Jac is calling out good morning and waking you up… is it already morning? She asks how you slept answer ‘good’ to sound like a happy guest. Jac doesn’t seem to notice your reply though, instead noticing the loose strap around your wrist! She says that it must’ve come loose from the last one, revealing without a doubt that she’s done this before. Not what you wanted to hear… But she turns away and starts bustling around the kitchen, taking out some pans and heating up a really nice deep fryer. Jac notices your look of appreciation and comments that one of her previous girlfriends was a manager at some chain restaurant that got her hooked on fried food. So she just had to have a fryer installed. Just how loaded is she? You don’t get around to asking though because now she’s back and checking the loose strap. There is apparently no time to get the strap fixed before some big meal, oh sorry, Big Meal TM, she comments that she’ll have to use a different method to stop you from leaving. You see her hold up a large knife and she tells you to put your hand out. Uuummmm... you’re scared but you still shouldn’t piss her off so obey and slowly unclench your hand for her. But the second she moves the knife over your fingers you reflexively curl them back up. She doesn’t get mad though, instead commenting that she figured you’d be nervous. She pulls out a specially made clamp and forces your hand into it with her superior strength. Now your fingers are forced out in the open. Jac makes a comment about bite force and carrots but you don’t really listen… You hear her whisper something about love bites and then she comments that you’d look really cute with a couple of stubs. She places the knife over your fingers and you struggle. Then she brings the knife down (chopping sound); there is blood and pain… you scream. Jac flinches and tells you that you screamed right in her ear… why are you being rude? She didn’t get a lot of sleep because she was arguing with Gamma and now she has a headache, so could you please not? You really aren’t sure what to say to that so stay quiet *...* and let her continue her work... Of course she notices that you’ve gone silent and comments that you must not be a morning person.

Before you know it, the knife comes down again, your index finger... As bad as the pain is, you really don’t want to piss her off so (timed event) hold it in and don’t scream (chopping sound). You clench your teeth and continue to struggle. Jac pinches your cheek and says that you’re being grumpy but doesn’t stop. She moves onto the next finger (chopping sound). (Timed event) hold it in again, don’t scream. Now that she’s onto your ring finger, she takes a moment to ask if you’re a traditional kind of person. Not that she waits for you to answer, she’s already cutting it off (chopping sound). (Timed event) hold it in one final time. She gathers up all your severed fingers and tosses them into a batter mixture before throwing them into the deep fryer… she’s seriously cooking your fingers… You watch as she goes over to the pan on the stove and vaguely wonder what that pan is for… Jac comments that you’ve made a mess and then presses the hot pan against your bleeding stumps. You can’t hold back this scream but she stuffs her cooking mitt into your mouth to muffle it. You try to breath, try to focus past the pain… but now she’s moving onto your other hand… (chopping sound). Again, when she’s done, she uses the hot pan to burn your stumps and stop the bleeding. Then she’s pulling out the first batch of fingers and throwing in the second batch… You hear the oil bubble as she puts them in. And she isn’t done yet. Now she’s taking off your socks and you try to beg and plead but the oven mitt is still in your mouth. Before she cuts off your toes, she jokes about piggies going to the market and then chop chop chop (chopping sounds). Then it’s your other foot, chop chop chop (multiple chopping sounds). You’re in pain and you struggle, not wanting her to go on but she says that she’s already almost done so obviously she has to finish it. Once she’s finished, she gathers up all of your toes and tosses them in the fryer after taking out your fingers. (Image of batter covered fingers and toes on a plate) (Recipe 1: Fried Fingers and Toes). You watch in horror as Jac nibbles on your cooked flesh…. between that and the pain, you finally pass out.

When you come too, it’s morning and Jac isn’t around.Thank goodness! You’re in so much pain, the burned edges of your hands and feet are the worst... You keep trying to wiggle your fingers but there’s nothing there to move. Time passes slowly for you, the pain is all you can really focus on. It’s not until noon that Jac finally appears. But she’s different, doesn’t make eye contact and does her best to avoid you. All she does is start a pot of coffee and ignore you, she’s really nothing like before. But you don’t let your guard down, not after all the weird stuff from yesterday. It isn’t until she finally glances at you that you see she has brown eyes?! Her eyes weren’t brown yesterday were they? That doesn’t seem right… Jac leaves the kitchen without saying anything. You hear her in the living room, watching TV… a Korean drama by the sounds of it. She really gets into the story, calling out to the TV as if the characters can hear her. By the time the show is almost over, you have a good idea of who’s who, even though you’ve never seen it before. Something completely upset Jac because she sobs loudly before coming back into the kitchen. You see tears streaming down her face as she digs out a pint of ice cream. Sensing that she’s in a different state of mind, try to talk to her and see if you can’t get through to her. You start simple, just asking what she’s watching. She jumps, surprised by your question, but she doesn’t run off, she tells you a little bit about the show. She comments that she can really relate to a character that’s forced to become something they’re not. You aren’t sure how to reply and there’s a pause between you before Jac apologizes and says that she probably shouldn’t be talking to you. You don’t want to push it so you say that you hope she enjoys the show and let her walk away. You hear her crying some more about the show as you drift off to sleep.

PART 2

#my cannibal lover #mcl #mcl game #mcl endings #cannibalism #kidnapping #torture #gore

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