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BLOOM | Sukuna X You | Part 1/3

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His hair was the color of cherry blossoms, that's the first thing you noticed. It was the softest shade of pink, easy on the eyes, reminding you of the tendrils of filtered rays of the sun lightly touching the edges of clouds very early in the morning. Or your favorite angora wool sweater.

The man stole your attention from the book you were reading when you chanced a look from your periphery just to check who sat on the stool beside your usual spot on the bar – the seat at the very end by the wall. Your planned glance turned into a furtive stare at the sight of him from his candy-floss-hued hair, the rippling muscles hidden under his white oxford shirt and the array of tattoos that peeked through his neatly folded sleeves. And boy, since when did men smell like vanilla and spring while also exuding such a virile scent?

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth at the thought, internally shaking your head at your behavior. You should not be staring at people, and though you weren't exactly ogling him, you were still observing him enough to associate him with your favorite article of winter clothing.

"Hey. The usual for you?" you heard Maki, the bar owner, ask, giving you the idea that the man was a regular. How you haven't spotted him before was a mystery.

If it was already hard concentrating on the novel you were reading, you've completely forgotten about it when you heard him say, "Make that single-malt." It's either the gates of hell opened at the sudden heat you felt on your skin at the sound of his voice or the gates of heaven did with how delicious it sounded in your ear, thick like honey and deep with a distinct ring to it. It got you wondering what his mother craved for when she was pregnant with him, and your brain said, "Greek gods," when you lifted your eyes from the current page you were reading and briefly exchanged looks with him as he shifted his line of vision from Maki to you.

You turned your eyes back to your book, making it seem like you were just absently looking about, but in reality, it took herculean effort to wrench your gaze from him. In that brief meeting of your eyes, the features of his face registered in your head like a bar code scanner, etching itself in your mind like a white-hot brand. He wasn't shockingly handsome, but he was beautiful in his own right with those intense eyes that reminded you of drowning pools and the rugged yet refined planes of his face. It was as if an artist painted him in passionate anger, slowly fell in love with the piece and began redefining his features with gentler strokes.

You turned the page of your book despite not getting any reading done. Well, it has been the case for a considerable amount of minutes now, but you tried anyway, furiously staring down at the new page but not comprehending anything. Your eyes kept scanning the same sentence over and over again but it was not sinking in at all.

"Excuse me, miss," that deep voice you've already developed a strange affection for assaulted your senses again, making your head snap up to the direction it was coming from. Hell, you think you'll do its owner's bidding just hearing it at the rate you were going, reacting automatically as if you were programmed with a voice prompt or something.

You were about to look at him but Maki caught your attention as she pushed the smoothie you ordered towards you, placing it precisely in front of you on the hardwood surface with her fingers. She arched a brow at you, causing you to stiffen on your seat.

You've been coming to the quiet little bar since you grew old enough to drink. In fact, you considered it your regular watering hole, going there whenever you can even in the day as it doubled as a gastro-pub. You've already come to know the staff who reserved the spot for you every single time you told them you were coming, particularly the tough but very lovable Maki. She's basically a friend now, and you knew you were acting off if she was giving you odd looks.

"Thanks, Maki," you said just in time, even managing to smile. She just shook her head at you before walking away to tend to another client.

"I have to know what book you are reading," the person beside you said just as you began sipping on your drink, which, you've noted, was a cherry blossom tea smoothie that reminded you of him.

You let go of the straw between your lips, swallowing hard. Turning your attention to him, you found him sitting sideways, chin propped on the heel of his palm as he regarded you. "Huh?" was all you could manage to say to him.

A slow, crooked smile etched itself across his mouth, the action appearing sensuous with the gradual way his expressions changed. "That book," he said for your benefit. "May I know what it is about?"

You just blinked, still questioning yourself if he was addressing you.

"If you're that engrossed about it, it must be great," he said. "Mind telling me the title?"

"Book?" you asked dumbly. He was really frying your brain.

He pointed at the book you were holding with his lips, protruding them slightly before smiling again. Jesus, you loved the way he smiled. The gesture didn't belong there when you've already thought he was the smirking, grinning-devil type. It was too soft a gesture, but then again his hair was shell-pink – a contradiction to his stridently brawny features.

"Oh." Despite yourself, you found yourself chuckling. "I'm sorry, I was distracted."

"Not by the book, I hope."

You looked away, smiling to yourself as you closed the object in question and slid it over to him. When you looked at him, you were surprised to see him actually reading the synopsis at the back, interest flickering in his dark eyes. You were already expecting him to just read the title, probably the author, too, thinking he was just flirting with you judging by his last words. But he was actually reading it.

"It's about an architect," he stated. "He must be mind-blowingly awesome if you're too transfixed on his story."

"No, Howard Roark is mostly a recalcitrant bastard who breaks rules here and there, doesn't cooperate or collaborate and is stone-faced about most anything."

"But it's what you like about him," he supplied.

You nodded. "He’s a breath of fresh air in a world governed by stuffy archaic principles. The spring to a long, stagnant winter of conformity. I'm in love with him." Noticing the look of amusement on his face, you were quick to add, "What?"

"Nothing." His smile didn't waver though. "Are you an architect, too?"

"Too?" you repeated with inflection then tilted your head. "Ah, you're an architect, huh?"

"Guilty."

"Any projects of note?" you asked, tilting your head in wonder when he seemed flustered. "What is it?"

He shook his head slowly. "You're very straightforward."

At that, you grinned. "Should I take you out to dinner before I get that information?" You sipped leisurely at your smoothie, glad that you throw him off as much as he flusters you.

"You don't have to," he found himself answering anyway. "But I work for a firm, so they get most of the credit. We built that new hotel at Shinjuku."

"Eh? Didn't pin you for a baroque kind of guy."

"You know..." He was all ears now judging by how he leaned closer to you. He leveled his expression to yours then. "So, what kind of guy did you think I am?"

There it is, you thought, the smirk you've been waiting for. Without giving it much thought, you said, "The Howard Roark type, of course."

***

"You seriously don't remember, do you?"

It wasn't that you didn't. You simply had no idea how you got home, considering how you ended up all smashed after enjoying too many margaritas after your smoothie. You seriously just didn't know certain things. You didn't know what happened after you reached your limit. And out of all the things you know you should not have missed, you didn't know his name.

You were sitting on the kitchen counter, nursing a headache, trying to fill in every bit of information your friends were trying to leech out of you in your addled state. You've been expecting it - the great inquisition - especially after you returned in a state lesser than they've been expecting, unconscious, according to the collective stories of your roommates, when you told them you were just stepping out to get some reading done. And on a school night, no less. Very atypical of you indeed.

"What should I be remembering?" you responded to Ieiri. You weren't exactly fond of her worrisome nature although you knew she was just watching your back especially since she has been rather disapproving of your escapades with these guys you somewhat dated back then. You appreciated it, but it didn't mean you liked it.

"Oh, I don't know, Y/N. Strawberry blond? Tats? Drives a Jeep? Ring any bells?" she said, jogging your memory. "He came knocking at two in the morning, carrying you in his arms. I mean he was hot according to Satoru, but do you even know the guy?"

“Cherry blossom,” you absently corrected the color Ieiri mentioned.

“Huh?”

“Him, I remember.” You smiled at the thought, not hiding your delight from them. You were sure they were just annoyed that they weren't in on the action since Satoru, your other friend and roommate, who seem nonexistent recently, was the one who interacted with the man you met and supposedly brought you back to the house you rented with all of them. And Satoru doesn't know basic decorum to actually ask what the man’s name was. "Howard."

"Howard?" Suguru, another one of your friends who was in the literature department as you were, asked. "Howard Roark?" He knew the reference, obviously. You forced him to read the book before it even became one of your study materials.

You nodded enthusiastically. "He's an architect."

"He didn't look like a 'Howard,' apparently," Ieiri said.

"That name is from her favorite book," Suguru supplied, his dark eyes shifting to you as he tucked some stray strands of his long, raven locks which were currently tied in a half-up. "So your guy's an architect, too."

"That, but he isn't 'my guy' and I don't know what his name is."

He grinned then. "If you're openly calling him by the name of the character you claim to be in love with, I'm assuming..."

"No!" Ieiri gasped.

You laughed despite the action making your head hurt. You were still hungover after all, but you didn't mind, not when you knew you had a good night. Probably a great night to allow yourself to be hammered like you have been. You only ever drank to your fill when the company is great and when you were in a jovial mood.

"It's nothing like that. He just feels like spring time. Looks like it, too." You waved your hands in front of you for emphasis. Still, your expressions said otherwise.

You weren't in love with the man because you didn't believe in mushy things like love at first sight, but you knew you liked him, just that you weren't getting your hopes up cause there's a chance you might not see him ever again, assuming your meeting was something transient like the blossoms his hair made you think of. Even if he was a regular at Maki's, if your schedules didn't coincide with one another, it would not be easy to meet. You've been coming to the same bar for years and yet, you've only ever seen him that time. You never really know.

But then, you got your answer pretty quickly.

From: Satoru

See you at 7 tomorrow night. Same place.

That’s how Satoru's message read, sent late the previous night. You almost forgot about the agreement you’ve had with him to get unlimited barbecue after sleeping the rest of the day but you made it out just in time. It was something you did with all three of your friends as a way to bond with them individually.

You glanced at the clock on your phone, feeling the stares of the restaurant staff on you. Well, you’ve been there for more than an hour waiting for him. One hour and thirteen minutes to be precise. All you’ve ordered so far was a glass of lemonade and you were able to finish that in the first half hour, sitting on a table for two when evidently, you were alone. All your texts were ignored and your calls were always being redirected to voicemail.

“Where the fuck are you, Gojo Satoru?” you asked him in one of your messages, hissing low into your phone just so the other diners would not be offended by your words. You got a message another twenty minutes later, the sound of your phone almost making you jump from your seat. However, when you looked at it, it was from an unknown number.

You were about to check the message when one of the waitresses came to your table, pad and pen on the ready. She’s always the one who served you whenever you and your friends would go there for a dose of beef and pork fat, and she has always been nice to you.

“Not to be nosy but I think your friend isn’t coming.”

You nodded, grimacing. “Tell me about it.”

“The boss has been giving you the stink eye, too.”

Looking over the counter, you saw the elderly man really looking at you. He looked away when you met his eyes, muttering to himself. You knew how the owner could get, but you simply loved going there since their food is good and the service is just the same. You smiled ruefully at the woman before you. “I’ll have a sukiyaki set and warm sake, please. Thank you.”

“Would that be all?”

“Yeah.”

“Coming right up.” She flashed you a bright smile before disappearing into the back rooms.

You almost forgot the message you saw earlier, but then, your phone lit up again with that familiar tone. The new message was from the same number.

From: Unknown

How are you?

From: Unknown

I hope you’re okay.

You frowned, not having the slightest clue as to who could be texting you.

From: You

Who is this?

Your order came but there was no response from the mystery texter or Satoru. You felt pathetic looking at your phone every once in a while as you ate and drank. Normally, you wouldn’t even have given anybody, including your best friends, the time of the day, making you wait for longer than an hour without as much as a message. You don’t ever wait for people over the agreed meeting time. You hated it with passion. And you were already thinking of ways to make Satoru pay.

You were about to eat a mouthful of beef when you heard the chair across you being dragged back. Your eyes flicked to the direction, and to your utter shock, you almost dropped your chopsticks if it weren’t for the hand that reached out and held onto your hand, securing the utensils.

Once again, you were sitting on your usual spot at the bar, eyes clashing with those intense ones owned by the pink-haired guy who apparently drove a charcoal grey Jeep and reminded you of spring, the same one who drove you home the other night.

“Careful,” he said, his scent assaulting your senses.

A lump formed in your throat, making you unable to form proper words, so you settled for putting down the chopsticks. You folded your hands together on your lap, recovering from your consternation before you finally looked at him, unable to help it but grin. He looked different that day, more laid back in a white baseball cap mussing his candy-floss hair down, a loose-fitting shirt in the same hue and jeans. He looked so fresh, you felt the air around you cool down considerably.

“How did you…” you hesitated and shook you head. “Hello.”

He broke into that crooked smile. “Crazy how the moment you sent the message, I saw you through the glass walls while I drove past.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it again, not quite knowing how to react to it when suddenly, the first part of his statement registered in your mind. “Wait, message?” You picked up your phone, showing him the messages. “This is you?”

He nodded slowly. “Looks like you’re doing great.” He regarded the bottle of sake on the table. “I had to get your number to check up on you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Y-yeah, I mean, no, not at all. Thank you by the way.” You chuckled, saving his number and naming him Spring God in your contacts. “I wasn’t really expecting you to bring me home.”

“I got your address from your driving license.” He grinned then. “I thought of taking you back to my place, but I didn’t know how that would sit with you.”

Who says chivalry was dead? “I’m sorry for acting crazy, if I did anyway." You chuckled. "I don't remember…and for having to bring me all the way to the house.”

“It’s fine. It was lovely meeting Satoru.”

At that, your face flushed red. You winced. “I’m sorry for whatever he did while I was out of it.” He could be crazy at times, and you wouldn't be surprised if he did something untoward.

He shook his head, letting out a slight chuckle. “He was very nice to me, don’t worry.” He furrowed his brows then. “I also got your name. Y/N. I don’t know if you forgot to tell me or you just didn’t trust me enough, but I’d like to think it’s the former since you didn’t seem to think twice about getting wasted with me like you did.”

You deliberately didn’t tell him your name, but he was making it sound a little nicer. It wasn’t really something you planned on doing again, meeting him, but somehow, he found you. You shook you head, coming clean. “If you put it that way, okay, but really, I thought it was better if you didn’t know.”

“Hmm. Why is that?”

You found it endearing that he tilted his head a bit to the side when he asked the question. Your lips curled upwards at the corner. “I just never thought I’d meet you again.”

“That would be unfortunate.”

You laughed awkwardly at his remark. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way.”

“I’m not offended.”

“Okay.”

You requested for another order of barbecue for him. He declined but you insisted. “Come on. My treat for your act of kindness.” You snickered. “Besides, my supposed date bailed.”

“Date?”

Sighing, you said, “Well, not really. Satoru. We agreed to meet here over an hour ago but he hasn’t been answering my messages or calls. Something probably came up.”

He eyed you thoughtfully. “If you don't mind me asking, is he your...?"

"My what?"

"Your boyfriend…maybe."

You chuckled at the thought, but then you realized you didn't even know his name. "I don't really tell strangers about things like that," you teased.

“Okay, but I thought we’re past being strangers.” He smirked then and you swore you felt your stomach flip.

“We’re in the getting-to-know-each-other phase,” you told him with a laugh, acceding. "Since I didn't tell you my name, I didn't expect you to tell me yours. Plus I didn't ask, so may I have yours?"

"Sukuna," he said. "Ryomen Sukuna."

"Su-ku-na," you repeated, liking the feel of the syllables as they rolled out of your tongue. Finally, the person you've gotten so fond of in just a short time had a name. You didn't know what his name meant but it seemed to match him well regardless of how arbitrary it was to his person. You couldn't think of any better name though. "I like your name. It's pretty." You smiled brightly at him then. "And no, Satoru is not my boyfriend."

Ryomen Sukuna was an absolute puzzle to you. How he could look so badass and pretty much intimidating with his strapping physique and inked skin – throw in the multiple piercings on his left ear which you were noticing or the first time – while also pulling off all these adorable little actuations was a quandary to you. Tall, solidly built men like him should not be reminding you of soft, cute things, but the moment he blinked in confusion, you knew you couldn't get enough of it.

"Nobody ever said that about my name, but thanks," he returned in that deep voice after a moment's pause. And was that a dusting of roses over his cheeks? The surprises you were getting from this man was endless. He really was such a breath of fresh air, so far from the usual stereotypes.

Your face seemed to be perpetually pulled into a smile whenever you were around him, and you didn't think you were doing a good job suppressing the urge to be beaming like an idiot around him. "So, anyway, what made you think that blue-eyed idiot is my boyfriend?" you asked, changing the topic.

"Well, he was a bit hostile at first when he took you from me, making me explain things but then started apologizing after. He told me you could be a handful when inebriated..." He let his voice trail off as if letting you chew on his words.

"You agree with him." It wasn't a question.

"Yes." Sukuna pretended to frown. "He also calls you 'his princess'."

You threw your head back, covering your eyes momentarily in embarrassment. "Now I wish you met Ieiri and Suguru instead," proceeding to explain that the nickname was something akin to what a father would call his precious daughter.

"He was rather intimidating, but I guess he's just looking out for you."

"He's still not off the hook for standing me up," you quipped, "But you finding him intimidating is funny."

"Why?"

You scoffed, gesturing over to him. "I think you can snap him in two if you wished, too."

"He was scary," Sukuna insisted.

"He's harmless...most of the time, but yeah, he’s rather protective. That’s one of my dads for you."

He laughed then. "There's nothing scarier than a fiercely protective friend…or a doting father. I can't muscle my way out of that for sure."

"Ah, then you'll find Ieiri scarier."

The night pretty much went well and ended on a good note. Sukuna did most of the talking for the rest of the night. You learned he was six years older than you at twenty nine, one of the head architects at the firm he worked for, has a love-hate relationship with his job cause he wants to draw portraits instead, was a delinquent when he was younger but got away with things cause he was a straight-A student, loved dogs so much that he cries when they die in movies, was closer to his mom, got his tattoos on a sudden whim, and was pretty much a sweet, charming genuine person which contrasted his appearance. What you see isn't what you get. That just isn't how it worked with him.

You loved it when he talked. It was rather entertaining as he had a way of telling stories which made you feel like you were actually there when it happened. Eventually, you forgot the reason why you were at the restaurant in the first place. It was as if you went there for the purpose of meeting Sukuna himself. Satoru was all but forgotten as you dissolved into carefree laughter and playful banters, and you felt at ease and more like yourself around him, pretty much like when you were with your three favorite people in the world.

“It’s not really that funny,” Sukuna told you, watching you laugh heartily at that one episode in his freshmen year when he made a mistake of going on a date with the wrong girl who happened to have the same name as his supposed date. You continued to laugh as if he didn’t say anything.

“It’s just crazy that both of them were there at the same time. I mean, what were the odds?”

He parked by the sidewalk in front of your house, killing the engine. “That’s the reason why I have never agreed to a single blind date ever again.” He pulled the key out of the ignition, glancing at the direction of your house. “We’re here.”

Your laughter died down when you followed the direction of his gaze. The lights were off except for the one lighting up the porch of the house you shared with your friends. You returned your gaze to him then. “Thanks for driving me home. Again.”

“I enjoyed your company. It’s the least I can do.”

You smiled warmly at him, reaching over to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek when he suddenly turned his head a fraction towards you. That minute change made your lips end up against his instead. He was surprised at first and remained immobile against you, but when you pulled away, he chased you back, connecting your mouths, his lips feeling soft and warm yet emitting that air of dominance as it coaxed yours to move in sync with his. You were kissing him back in no time, but you immediately caught yourself and withdrew, utterly flustered.

Your heart thudded heavily as he held you in his intense gaze, his tongue slowly running over his lower lip, making you even more mentally incapacitated. It made you want to just pull him back to you and covet those lips with yours again. You snapped out of it though. You already knew he was capable of hot-wiring and hijacking your brain.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you told him when you were able to form words again.

Sukuna looked at you from under his lashes, smiling slightly. “I’m not.”

Taken aback, you chuckled nervously. “No?”

He shook his head, reached over and ruffled your hair a bit. “Go inside. It’s late.” You nodded and disembarked from the car while he leaned on the steering wheel, watching you. You were already on the pavement, about to close the door, when he spoke again. “Can I come see you again?”

“Sure,” you said without thinking. “Good night, Sukuna.” Man, you just loved saying his name.

��Bye, Y/N. Good night.”

He drove away while you made your way towards your doorstep. Your fingers flew to your lips once you were standing on your porch, smiling to yourself at the realization of having kissed him. Shaking your head, you fished for the keys from your pocket and entered the house, not quite remembering how you got to your room, but you slept that night with pleasant dreams of running your fingers through pink locks of hair.

***

"I'm really sorry. Something came up and my phone died."

You acceded. It wasn’t as if Satoru did something so big. You went to the outdoor kiosks near the parking lot by the football grounds to catch up on some reading while Satoru ate and told you bits of his past few days, since he got held up at their family estate. Having such a traditional, high-ranking family in the country sure had its downsides, and you weren't about to make him even more agitated than he already was. He had it difficult, you knew that, and you weren’t about to be petty over him not coming to your supposed bonding time. He may be happy-go-lucky but you felt tension simmering just under the surface when you squeezed his hand in assurance.

Suguru and Ieiri followed shortly after Satoru fetched you from class, also surprised to see him there. "So, you finally decided to show up," the former said.

"Don't ask," Satoru said.

"Wasn't planning to," Suguru scoffed, his attention shifting to you. “What are you working on anyway?” he asked, flipping the file you were reading haphazardly to peer through the contents.

“I’m making an analysis report on ‘The Romantic Manifesto’.” you answered, looking up from the notes you were writing when your eyes suddenly strayed over his shoulder. You almost did a double-take, glancing at Suguru before returning your line of vision at the spot beyond where he sat.

“It’s due…” your voice trailed off when you realized just what, or rather who, you were looking at. You weren’t so sure whether what you were seeing was real or a mirage, a very familiar, specific and detailed one, but then, you figured it was the former when the person smirked and cocked his head to the side, beckoning you over to where he leaned against his grey Jeep as he raised a cup of what looked like cherry blossom tea.

Suguru arched a brow at you, looking behind him but not really noticing the object of your distraction. “Hey, you okay?”

Ieiri followed the direction of your gaze and nudged you when she saw who you were looking at. "Is that your Howard? Damn, girl. He’s sizzling."

You nodded, but at that same moment, you rose from the table without any explanation, your feet immediately leading you towards the outdoor carpark. When you were within earshot, you said, “What are you doing here?”

You stopped a few feet from him, glancing behind you to where the others had already turned their heads to follow the path you took, flashing you shit-eating grins. It wouldn’t surprise you anymore if they had pieced together who the person was before you. They claimed to be your ‘parents’ but acted like children at times.

“I brought you tea.” Sukuna walked towards you, standing so close that you forgot how to breathe for a few seconds as you inhaled his scent and took in his appearance, looking immaculate in a plain white shirt and faded jeans, but your brain only seemed to register those lips and the memory of how they felt against yours.

You shook your head, snapping out of your trance, mentally cursing at yourself. “Hi.” You exhaled loudly, trying hard not to smile like an idiot while you absently twirled your hair on your finger, suddenly seeing the world through a pinkish filter. "How do you keep finding me?"

Sukuna's smile dropped. “Did I come at an inconvenient time?” he asked gently, trying hard not to sound miffed, but he obviously was taken aback by your words.

“No.” You shook your head, placing a hand over your forehead. You finally smiled at him, letting out a choked snicker. “No, Sukuna. It’s good to see you. It’s just that I wasn’t expecting to see you here. And you didn't really tell me you were coming.”

He grinned at you then but he still appeared unsure, placing a hand behind his neck. “Right.”

You flashed him a helpless look. “Please don’t look at me like that. I’m just really surprised.”

“Hmm." He moved closer to you, wrapping your hand around the transparent disposable cup. His proximity was affecting you in ways you couldn't admit out loud. "Are you happy to see me, too?"

"Too? So, you're happy to see me?"

"Always."

That's it. You're done for. Trying to avoid his intense gaze and escaping his scrutiny, you glanced over your shoulder to find everyone on your table observing you blatantly. Satoru raised a thumb at you while Ieiri was giggling with Suguru.

"Are those your friends?" Sukuna commented, his minty breath fanning against the side of your face which made you turn a little too quickly to face him again only to be confronted by his face leaning towards yours, mere centimeters away.

“Y-yeah.” You leaned a bit backwards but he moved forward. “That they are.” You stepped backwards again, nearly faltering on your feet, but you immediately gained your balance when he grabbed you by the arm, steadying you.

"Are you alright?" Sukuna asked, looking at you with concern written all over his face which morphed into wonder when you said, "Yeah, you're just overwhelming."

"Huh?"

"I can't think properly when I'm around you," you stated casually, your expressions not giving anything away as per usual. You arched a brow at him when he did the same. "You hot-wire my brain."

"I know what you mean." He smirked despite his confusion. "Is that good or bad?"

You eyed him thoughtfully, biting on your lower lip. "Good for you, bad for me. You can probably tell me to eat dirt and I'd do it in a heartbeat."

He chuckled, looking at you tenderly. "You're too honest."

"To a fault," you agreed, "Suguru tells me all the time. Wanna meet them?"

He ruffled your hair. "Sure."

***

While you weren't exactly expecting to see Sukuna again after the night you met, he became of constant presence around you. You have gone out with him several times over the course of two months. He was a busy person and you also had your priorities, but he always makes you feel special whenever you two would be out and about, behaving like such a gentleman opening and closing doors for you, naturally shifting closer to traffic while you walked, bringing an extra jacket in case you felt cold or a larger umbrella so you don't get wet, bringing you your favorite tea whenever he could.

He picked you up from school for lunch twice, making the most of the hour, and one time, you brought him lunch at work when he suddenly canceled on you, saying he was swamped with work. He sounded really upset so you decided to go to him instead. You brought Suguru with you as a buffer, but Sukuna's colleagues still teased him. He was different in the office – gruff and strict which fitted him more – but he still beamed at you happily when you brought him food, not caring who saw.

Apart from the brief phone calls, you two never really texted. It wasn't really your thing and he didn't like it either, so it could go days on end without you saying anything to each other, but when you do get a chance to speak, it would always be like picking up on where you've left off. He has only ever sent you two messages. One to remind you to take good care of yourself because he was going to be away for a while and another one a week later asking if you wanted to go out with him that coming Friday night.

"Your timing's off," you told him over the phone. You really wanted to say yes, but, "Ieiri, the boys and I are going out that night. Gang tradition."

"Some other time then?"

"Sure."

You hung up after a few more exchanges of words, getting started on reading some notes when Ieiri entered the kitchen. "Was that Howard?"

"Yeah. He's inviting me to go out on Friday, but I already said yes to clubbing with you guys."

She grinned cheekily, wrapping an arm around you as she poked you on the cheek. At times, it feels like Satoru was rubbing off on her. "Are you sure you don't want to ditch us for the hot architect?"

"Hot architect –" You snickered. "Did you just say that?"

"I was supposed to say 'sugar daddy,' literally and figuratively. Sugar and his cotton candy hair. Get it?"

You narrowed your eyes at her, shaking your head. It was supposed to be amusing, but when Ieiri says it, it just sounds weird. "Can I read in peace now?"

She left you alone, but laughed at your expense.

Friday couldn't have rolled around fast enough and you headed out with your friends at the club owned by a friend of yours, prepared to party in a pair of tight-fitting jeans, a crop top and your hair hanging about in wavy layers. You were already expecting the place to be cramped as hell given the day of the week so much so that Suguru had to hold onto you tightly so as not to lose you when you entered until you found the area you had reserved for the night. It was for good measure too since the place was drenched in purple, blue and green laser lights which were disorienting at first. And so, your night began as such.

You were in the middle of dancing, only pausing when you had to down your nth shot for the night when your eyes suddenly strayed to the bar area at the elevated part of the club adjacent to the the leather seats. You looked away but returned your gaze towards said direction when you realized this very familiar guy was looking at you. He was watching you as you danced and let loose, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You craned your neck, looking back and thinking the guy looked a lot like Sukuna, but then he couldn’t be. He was engaged elsewhere, still you continued to ogle him until you were pretty sure it wasn’t the same person. But the longer you looked, the more it was being proven to you that it was him.

That lopsided smile drew itself across his lips, seeing as how you were doubting yourself about his identity. There was no mistaking that look on his face, the way his dark eyes seemed to sparkle whenever he smiled even if the action didn't belong there.

“Sukuna?” you mouthed his name and he nodded, motioning for you to come over with his head. It had been a solid ten days since you last saw him, and for some reason, your heart raced at the thought of seeing him there.

Without saying a word to the people you were with, you squeezed yourself through the crowd, your feet carrying to the upstairs bar, to Sukuna. It took you a while to traverse the space between you, and when you finally stood before him, all you could do was smile up at him, taking in the soft look about him as he regarded you which were at odds to those fiery eyes that had the capability to turn into bright orbs of light when he beamed down at you.

“Hello, Y/N. Once again, fate has brought you to me,” he said rather dramatically, a smirk drawing itself across his pretty mouth.

Laughter escaped your throat, unable to say anything when you realized that you actually missed him, missed looking at him. Unable to help it, you stood on your toes and reached out to touch his hair, the action surprising the both of you. He eyed you, his expressions that of a half-smile and a look of confusion while you retracted your hands as quickly as you felt his soft locks with your fingertips, wincing at the realization of what you were doing.

At that, he laughed heartily, stealing your hand and pressing it over the side of his head. “Go ahead. I don’t mind you touching me,” he told you, staring into your eyes that you felt like all the air in the room was gone.

You blinked at him, processing what he said and joined in his mirth. “You're here!” You shook your head when it dawned to you that you were stating the obvious. “I’m sorry. How are you, Sukuna?”

“Pink?” he offered and chuckled at his own joke which made your face heat up. “Kidding. I’m great. I missed you these past days. How are you?”

“You did?” You felt your insides melting at his statement, made worse when he nodded to confirm it. “I’m fine. Great. Where have you disappeared to anyway?”

He snickered a your question. “Madrid.”

Your jaw dropped. “As in Spain?”

He nodded. “Had to do something there.”

“Uh-huh.” His words were rather obscure, but you didn’t want to encroach on his private life.

“What are the odds that we’re at the same club?”

“The owner is a friend,” you answered, smiling awkwardly as you glanced at the direction of your friends on the dance floor. You saw all of them looking at you. Suguru winked at you, giving you the thumbs up, making you laugh at his silliness.

“The gang’s all here, I see.”

“What?” You faced Sukuna, finding him leaning close beside you against the metal balustrade. Just then, a waiter passed by holding a whole tray of shots, and before you could duck, he grabbed you by the waist so that you were leaning against him with no quantifiable space between your bodies. Your eyes widened in shock and you froze, your thoughts clouded by the familiar smell of rain in a bamboo forest during Maytime. “T-thanks…”

He hummed in response to your gratitude, but he didn’t let you go. “I didn’t know you enjoyed places like this, too.”

“Why is that?” you asked, feigning ignorance to how close you two were.

"I never pinned you for the party animal type. I kinda developed a fondness for that quiet, nerdy girl sitting at the corner of the pub."

"Not exactly. I prefer Maki's place to be honest but coming here once in a while doesn't hurt. Especially with those three." You frowned slightly at him then as you thought of something. “So, why didn’t you approach me?” You motioned towards the dancefloor. “I'm sure the three-headed monster won't mind if you joined us. You alone?”

“Yes, sweetheart, but aren't you supposed to be hanging out with them?" You grabbed his arm before he could refuse you and started leading him towards where the others were.

However, he had other plans in mind. Again, he hooked an arm around your waist until your back was leaning against him. You eyed him sideways, startled by his actions, but unable to counteract it anyway as you’re just stunned speechless all the while. “You can go back to them, Y/N, but I don’t think I should go with you.”

You turned around, gently easing away from his hold. “Why not? They already know you, and they like you.”

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a party pooper.” He leaned towards you, tilting his head to the side while his lower lip slightly jutted out.

"What are you talking about?” You rolled your eyes at him then snickered.

He eyed you seriously then. “Just in case this is a friends-only affair?”

“Satoru already ruined that by bringing his girls into the mix.” You laughed at him when you saw him hesitate. “Come on, Sukuna. Join us. For me?” You showed him your best impression of puppy-dog eyes. “Pretty please?”

When you saw that he wasn’t budging, you changed your argument. “Fine. Dance with me then.” You didn’t give him any time to contradict you as you took him by the hand and dragged him to the dancefloor.

He was just standing still, looking uncomfortable as you started to groove to the beat, so you took his arms and started moving them until he was moving on his own, finally breaking into that smile. He looked too awkward that you wanted to laugh but decided against it, simply raising your hands and feeling the music.

“Aren’t you having fun?” you asked him as you were bobbing your head to the bass.

“I am!” he answered above the music.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun. Are you shy?” You chuckled openly at that.

“No.”

“You don’t dance?”

“I can dance.”

You giggled. “Then show me what you’ve got!”

Without a warning, he started moving in sync with you, taking your hands in his and finally letting loose in such a graceful manner as you both got into the beat and started waving and swaying against one another, his hands slowly running at your sides in sensual rhythms that got you reeling in excitement. You almost forgot that you were with other people as you danced with him. It was fun and it felt good to be that carefree, not minding your friends, drinks flowing in nonstop.

Soon, the group you’ve left joined you and Sukuna. They all greeted him excitedly while the boys exchanged high-fives with him as they were dancing. Satoru and the two girls who were with him also joined in and somewhere along that, Suguru offered everyone cigarettes, and you gladly took one when you saw Sukuna taking one as well. You didn’t really smoke on a regular basis but you didn’t exactly shy away from the so-called cancer sticks.

After taking another shot, you pulled Sukuna out of the dancefloor, hollering at the others as you raised your cigarette, signaling where you were going in case they wanted to come with. You made your way to the smoking area at the veranda situated at the back of the building with the older male in tow. You were pretty much buzzed, calming down from the high you had while dancing, grinning wide as the cool night air met you, making your lungs expand as you breathed in.

Sukuna watched you as he took his place against the banister, following him shortly as you produced a lighter from your pocket, something that you always carried just in case.

“You smoke?” he asked, toying with his own battered stick, twirling it around his long fingers.

“Sometimes,” you admitted, watching his reaction. “And you?”

“Not really.”

“You took one anyway.” You wedged the item in question between your lips and raised the lighter, but before you could light it, it was pulled out from your mouth and the next thing you knew, Sukuna was kissing you, his lips pressed against yours as he pulled you closer by the hips which he seemed to have a fixation for since you came up to him. It was a soft yet urgent kiss that cajoled you to respond, and not long after, your lips were submissive clouds moving to the will of the wind that was his luscious mouth.

Like the first time you felt his lips against yours, electricity ran through your body as if he was touching you elsewhere apart from your mouth. It was driving you off the edge of sanity, and you knew you’d probably jump off a cliff for the male. He grinned at your dazed state when your eyes met after he finally pulled away, showing you the cigarette that was supposed to be between your lips before he unceremoniously laid claim to them.

“You’re going to ruin your lips by smoking. I’m keeping this,” he told you.

You were too mesmerized with the tingling feeling in your mouth while your eyes stayed glued to his as you blinked slowly, your mind and heart racing at a thousand miles per second. “W-why would you do that?” you stammered, feeling your throat go so dry that you had to drag the words out.

“Apart from the fact that it’s terribly unhealthy, it ruins your sense of smell and taste.” He waved the cigarette in front of you before shoving it into the pocket of his jeans. “Scientific fact.”

You couldn’t quite process what he was saying. You were asking why he kissed you, but he misunderstood. “Are you going to taser me with your lips every single time I’m about to smoke?”

“Taser…” He chuckled and narrowed his eyes at you. “I might just if it means these dangerous things don’t touch your pretty mouth.”

“What the –” You didn’t know if you would be scandalized by what he said or if you were going to laugh. The latter won and you tittered. “That’s a good one.”

“I mean it, Y/N.”

Boldness engulfed your whole thought process as you stepped closer to him, looking straight into his eyes. “And if I insist on it? Placing dangerous things in my pretty mouth? What are you going to do then?”

He, too, leaned forward, eyes flicking to your lips. “Then I guess I just have to keep your mouth too busy to even think about smoking again,” he whispered to you, his breath hitting your lips.

You smirked at him then. “I guess I just have to make sure you aren’t around if I do feel like smoking.”

He pouted. You burst out laughing.

You reached over and pinched both of his cheeks. “You’re so adorable.”

Sukuna swatted your hands away, but smiled nonetheless. "You're the only one who says I'm adorable."

"You are. You just don't know it."

“Okay then. If you say so.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear then, your skin tingling where he touched you. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Not really.”

“Good. I wanna do something for you.”

You eyed him questioningly. “Hmm. What?”

“That’s a surprise.”

It was already around two in the morning when everyone had the unanimous decision to leave the club which was still packed. You, too, were getting tired especially after Ieiri ended up hammered and Satoru was emptying his guts through his mouth. Suguru was a bit drunk, too, but he was trying his best to help you take care of them. Sukuna had been very nice all night, even helping you load Satoru and Ieiri into the backseat of Suguru’s car.

“Would you like me to drive you home?” he asked you after shutting the door to the backseat.

“No, I’m gonna be fine. Besides, I can’t just leave Suguru to deal with them both.” You motioned to his Jeep. “You should go ahead, too.”

Sukuna grimaced as he nodded. “I guess that would be for the best. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay. You take good care now.”

“You, too, sweetheart.” He stepped forward and pulled you against him, hugging you, enveloping you in his warmth and that scent you loved profusely. “It’s really great seeing you tonight.”

You returned the gesture, smiling up at him as you tried to compose yourself. “It’s great seeing you, too.” You stood on your toes and pecked him on the cheek before giving him a gentle shove towards the car. “See you, Sukuna.”

He waved at you then boarded the car. You watched as it disappeared down the street before turning away to enter the club to get Suguru who was left to settle the bills. You found him seated on one of the couches, finding your way easily since the crowd thinned a bit.

“You okay, dude?” you asked when you reached him. He was pale and he looked like he was going to throw up anytime. “Do you need to go to the restroom?”

He shook his head. “Just get me out of here.”

You chuckled, leading him faster out of the club. You sat him down on passenger side and soothed his back, asking after him again as you started the engine. He said he was fine, laughing when he caught a glimpse of the two who were already passed out on the backseat with Satoru lying on Ieiri’s lap while her head was lolling limply to the side.

The drive was rather short without much cars on the road, but Suguru was still able to squeeze in a conversation, and of all the topics he could broach, it had to be about Sukuna.

“I thought Sukuna will be driving you home,” he began, glancing at you.

“He offered, but I can’t just leave you.”

“That would have been okay.” He glanced at the rearview mirror then, checking on the two, you could only guess. He could be such a mother hen at times. “I think he’s cool.”

“Mhmm.”

“And he’s really good-looking,” Suguru threw in with a chuckle. “Just date already.”

You chuckled. “Why don’t you date him instead?”

“Don’t you want to try it out with him?”

“He hasn’t even asked me to date him.”

“Yeah, but he already kissed you –”

“How did you know about that?” you demanded, mortified. Your cheeks were heating up again at the memory of it.

“Well, you’re in a public place.” He laughed. “So, it’s bound to end in dating anyway.”

“Not necessarily.” You turned sideways to look at him. “He’s older after all, not that I see the age gap as a problem. But you know, he might just be passing time.”

“He obviously likes you. If you date him, it’s a win-win situation. You like him, too, you just don’t know it.”

You scoffed. “How can you say that?”

He blew a raspberry. Typical Suguru behavior. “You can be yourself around him. You’re all smiley face around him, too. I saw you. You can’t lie to me.”

“Really now?”

“Yeah. You look your best that way. And don’t ever think you are just a pastime. I’ll kill him if he treats you as such.” He smiled knowingly at you. “Besides, you should date properly. Enough with your flings with stupid boys in campus.”

“Okay, dad.” You sighed, trying to contain your excitement. “I do like him though. He’s so nice to me.”

Suguru reached over patting you on the shoulder. “Ah! My daughter is a grown-woman.”

You swatted at his hand, laughing at his antics.

-end of part 1-

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anystalker707 · 3 years ago

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I Wanna Be Your Slave

Pairing: Frank x [amab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 400 Genre: Fluff / Smut Summary: (Y/n) f*cks Frank harsh as a kind of reward and punishment at the same time. Kind of content: Praising / Hair tugging / Handcuffs / Harsh / Temperature Play / Safe / Dirty talk / Edging / Fingering Requested on Wattpad Help with details by @frank-ieros-lip-ring

*not proofread this is the last part of a 3 parts story, afab reader smut coming soon

"You will never redeem yourself." I light a cigarette, bringing it to my lips. "Stop trying. Once your hands are dirty, the stain never comes off." A smile tugs on my lips, although completely humorless, as I take a drag of the cig, leaning back against the chair, watching the smoke go out through the window. "Not redeeming yourself doesn't mean you can't be a good person. It depends on how much you're up to changing or how well you are with yourself."

"And sleeping at night is just that easy?" Frank raises an eyebrow at me, shifting in his place on the armchair by the other side of the desk.

"If you bury it deep enough." I shrug. "It doesn't matter, honestly. You shouldn't overthink because that's exactly what will end up killing you. Or not. I don't know. I don't like to think about it."

"You're confusing." He twists his lips lightly.

"I guess. But I'm doing well. I'm alive, I'm here, I have you." I let my eyes fall to the papers again, signing my name over the line. "And that's what matters to me."

It's silent, dense. For the first time in a good while, I'm actually the one uncomfortable with the silence I've imposed after my last words and the room has never felt so small. Having feelings for someone like this feels almost wrong. I have a whole company, a whole family to run, but again, it doesn't mean I can't be happy or that I need to live exclusively for them – on the other hand, that'd mean someone else to threaten me with. Sometimes I want to leave Frank.

"I supposed I can live with that," Frank says quietly.

I never look up. A true smile forms itself on my face this time and I only hum in response as I brush the cig's ashes away from the paper.

It's already late at night when I'm heading back to my bedroom, halls dark and only the sound of low chatter filling the ambient. Frank is in the room when I walk in, sitting on the bed only in his underwear, reading a book.

"Who said you could crash here tonight?" I hum, shrugging off my blazer, kicking away my shoes.

"I don't need anyone telling me what I can do or not." He doesn't even look away from his book, turning the page. Not really his book since I can recognize it as one of the books I got in my office.

"True?" I get rid of the suspenders so I can remove my shirt, then do the same with my pants. "Didn't know you'd gotten such a moral around here, Mr. Iero."

"Oh, but I do, actually!" And the way Frank sounds so cynical is somehow so funny.

"Being a bad boy today?" I struggle to hold back a chuckle, suppressing it before I can face Frank. He's about to say something, but I'm taking the book away from his hands first. "Mary Shelley? I never thought you'd like her books. Nothing against, tho," I mutter, marking the page so I can put the book down. "It's a really good book."

"What are you doing?" He shifts on the bed, glaring at me. "I was reading that!"

"You'll have all the time to read, tomorrow." I glare back, but actually amused.

"But–"

"Why don't you stand up for me?" I make a come on motion, ignoring all the questioning looks shot at me.

Frank tenses up, but is eventually doing as told, eyes only meeting mine for a couple of seconds before they're falling to the ground. Not like I need him to look at me right now, after all. I cup his face and let my thumbs run across the soft skin – he leans into the touch, hands resting over my chest.

My lips meet Frank's in a soft kiss, one that's returned only after a few seconds, his lips slowly moving against mine until I set a pace, letting a hand fall to his hip to pull him closer then touch him through the thin underwear; his hands twitch on my chest, closing themselves around nothing.

"Safeword?" I whisper into Frank's ear, giving the side of his face a kiss.

"Redemption," Frank mutters back and I slowly nod.

"Good boy." I step back. "Now, undress and sit on the bed."

Frustration crosses Frank's eyes momentarily, but it doesn't stop him from doing as told, soon becoming unquiet because he's already half hard so, of course, I'm not going to rush things. One by one, the lube, handcuffs, candles and matches come off one of the bedside table's drawers, clearly intimidating Frank.

The candles go on the bedside table, over a couple of saucers whilst a third and a fourth candle are left aside along with the lube, the fire slowly burning and casting a warm light over Frank when I'm finally moving to give him some attention.

Creaking comes from the mattress with it sinking under my knees as I move towards Frank, my hand on his chest slowly pushing him down against the sheets; he chews down on his lip with me straddling his hips, but all I do it for is to use the handcuffs to lock each of his wrists to the bedposts despite his wide eyes watching me in silent complaints. A whine escapes Frank's throat with it, but I silence him with a peck, moving off of him.

"You're not to come until I tell you so, do you understand?" I grab the lube again, kneeling between his spread legs. "As you already know and have experience with, I'll stop at the same moment if you say the safe word. I thought that'd be great to remember."

Frank meekly nods in response, chest falling with an exhale.

The swallows around Frank's hips deform lightly as I sink my thumbs into the skin, rubbing circles into it, and watch him miserably push his hips up. "Please," he mumbles, but I barely give attention to him, starting to press kisses from his belly button down, mouthing around his crotch, seconds that probably feel like forever to him, but compensated with the pleasure once I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A loud moan comes from him with it, squirming intensifying, in a way I can't help but to feel anxious to finally touch him properly.

I sigh softly, holding onto Frank's hips while taking him in completely, hearing the sound of the metal against clinking the bedposts under the cries coming from him.

"Tell me," I whisper once I pull away, letting my thumb sink into the inside of his thigh to rub circles into it – it's pathetic how he continues whimpering even with such a simple touch. "What are you, Frank?"

"Yours," he manages to say, voice tight.

Great. I fondle his balls lightly, watching his thighs quiver. "My what, hun?"

Frank gasps, a shaky moan escaping his lips. "Slave."

"Good boy." I press a kiss to his thigh and move away from him completely so I can reach for the lube, which makes Frank actually quiet instead of complaining about anything. "I'm gonna fuck you until I come," I tell him, covering my fingers with lube, "and if you come before I tell you to, you'll sort yourself out, okay?"

"No," Frank groans. "I–" He cuts himself off when my fingers start tracing his entrance, feeling it fluttering under my touch, before a finger finally sinks in, which snatches a sound of discomfort from him. "Please, just don't hold me back from cumming, I–" A moan.

"And what if you don't cum until I finish foreplay?" I can't help but to grin. "Then you can cum, but I won't stop until I've done it myself."

Frank mutters something under his breath, something I can't identify whether it's a complaint or a plea, however, he's frantically nodding. "Yes, master."

"Oh, fuck you," I mutter almost in the same moment, feeling my underwear grow way too tight.

With a second finger, Frank is being louder and almost pushing himself down against my hand when I brush against his prostate, not touching it as much as he'd like me to when scissoring and twisting my fingers around. The third finger makes him gasp, only moving more frantically. So hopeless.

"Fuck!" Frank throws his head back and arches his back when I'm pulling my hand away, eyes pressed shut tightly.

"You're doing really well, hun," I whisper, cleaning my hand away so I can reach for a candle.

"S-Sir," he swallows, breathing shakily.

I light the candle with one of the others and, opposite to them, this one burns easier, meaning the wax isn't harmful. Wax soon starts pooling in it and I tilt it to pour the warm liquid over Frank's torso – he lets out a gasp, a moan, as he uselessly tries to escape the inevitable touch of the wax.

"Fuck," he curses, melting down along with the wax.

"Tell me how it feels," I say softly, peeling away some of the dried wax while waiting for more to melt.

"I– It's good," he breathes. "Hurts in a good way." He hums, biting down on his lower lip when I pull onto a chunk of wax. "More, please."

And I do as said, carefully letting it fall over Frank's nipple and appreciating each little sound that escapes his lips – he arches his back like to meet the wax, humming as he moves his hips, pushing himself down and ending up finding a little of friction when his balls meet my leg for a second.

"Such a whore," I whisper, peeling the chunk of wax away from his nipple. "I had no idea you'd like something like this, look at how pathetic you are."

Whatever complaint Frank has is lost among moans once my hand is wrapped around his cock, working on it while I let more of the wax pour over his chest and without many pauses now, snatching a chain of gasps from him whilst he thrusts into my hand.

"S-Sir," he says breathlessly.

"I said not to cum during foreplay." I let go of Frank at the same moment, blowing the half burnt candle out before I can return it to its previous place.

"But master, sir," Frank says and these are honestly the only words I'm able to make out from all the babbling and cries coming from him.

"Shh, baby, it'll be just a moment." I stand up from the bed to get rid of the boxers and grab the lube again. Having my hand around my cock feels like such a relief; I almost immediately gasp, though trying to focus more on lubing myself up than jacking off. "Right," I mutter to myself, returning to kneel down between Frank's spread legs before I can adjust my position, bringing one of his legs up to make things easier. "My pretty boy, all mine," I say softly, "what'd it be of you if it wasn't me, hm?"

"Nothing, sir," he replies. Well, I wasn't waiting for that.

All I do is to flash Frank a smile in response then lean in for a kiss, a short and sweet one.

I use my free hand to guide myself in, not so slowly as Frank doesn't need it at all nor a slow pace at first – his body jerks with the heavy thrusts, instantly snatching high pitched sounds from him with every movement.

Frank is fucking tight, clenching around me each time I slam right back in, not bothering to miss his prostate this time. The pleasure is sent ringing up my spine instantly along with this immense relief, incessantly, and it's all about the small details. Clinking echoes through the bedroom along with the sound of the headboard hitting against the wall, but none of these are as loud as Frank.

"Please– Touch me, sir, touch me," he whines among all the gasps and moans.

"You can cum without it, baby boy," I reply softly, my fingers sinking into his thighs, holding both of them up so I can go in deeper and Frank's squirming shows how successful it is. He starts pleading again, but stops after a harsh slap is delivered to his thigh.

Frank fucking comes. Just now I become aware of his spluttered attempts of telling it to me, which I ignored due to being too focused on observing him and myself instead.

It'd be a lie to say it's like nothing; he immediately tightens around me and my hand shakes, sending some of the wax dripping down my fingers instead. "Fuck, fuck," I mutter, putting out the candle messily so I can set it aside and once again take a hold of Frank's thighs, fucking him through his release.

Frank is so messy, throwing his head back – I don't waste the opportunity, quickly attacking his exposed neck with my lips to leave behind marks among the few tattoos decorating the skin.

His skin is hot. Almost like mine, I imagine, burning, though certainly not as much as the muscles on the back of my thigh, which are already complaining by now with a sharp and annoying pain.

"A good boy, aren't you?" I breathe into his ear, not stopping to thrust in, feeling him pulsate, clench around me just so perfectly. "But also such a whore. Look at how you're letting me use you. Mine and only mine. Who's the only one who can touch you this way?"

"Y-You, sir," he stutters, thighs twitching under my touch already, but it doesn't take long for me to cum already, letting out a low moan escape my lips, mind momentarily going blank with the pleasure climbing up the back of my thighs and unraveling the knot in my lower stomach. My movements don't stop until I can feel the oversensitivity threatening to kick in.

"Hell," I breathe, slowly letting go of Frank. "Hell."

I rest my forehead against Frank's, both of us not sharing a word.

"You did so well, baby, so well," I whisper, moving to release him from the handcuffs and his arms just fall limp to the mattress. Fuck. So small and hopeless. "C'mere." I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. "Relax for a bit so I can clean you up, hm?" I pull his sweaty strands back from his forehead and press a kiss to it. "I love you, hun."

"Love you, sir," he mumbles, eyes half lidded, though I'm sure he's barely conscious.

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impaladolan · 4 years ago

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Control Freak - Grayson Dolan

summary: after Choff production lines CEO (finally) retires, a new boss makes his way into Y/N’s world..

warnings: sexual references/undertones

a/n: another Grayson series, i can’t help myself :)) enjoy!! also, ily <3

Ugh, he was in one of his moods again.

The office cubicles were hastily bustling with nervousness and terror. At any given moment, the infuriated man, so-called boss, will be bursting through the double doors with a dark red tint across his cheeks and maybe even smoke out of his ears, if you're lucky.

Mr. Kidman has never been good with the whole "patience is a virtue" thing, he's a ticking time bomb at all hours of the day. Nothing ever satisfies him, nor remotely excites him, he just finds something to yell and scream about at some poor unfortunate soul and then continues his merry day. But today, he was furious. He had no empathy for anyone, even his favorite two little secretaries that wear push-up bras like a side-job. Apparently someone had brought him the wrong breakfast order and everything just went downhill from there.

Unlike all the others, you seemed calm and composed amongst all this mayhem, but only because you, and maybe two others, knew that 'Old Angry Kidman' was finally retiring. Yep, freedom at last. Well, unless the new guy, or girl, has terrible anger issues.

So you just sat at your clean and pristine desk, typing another draft and adding it to the plentiful piles saved on your work computer, while soundlessly chewing on a mint piece of gum that substituted for the absence of a tooth brushing the morning of. But your quick finger movements were hushed once Mr. Kidman, as predicted, flew straight through the doors with his signature fiery red face and sweat droplets dotting his thinning hairline. "Every body fucking up! I've fucking had it with all of you." He demands, majority of the room raising from their seats with caution. With his teeth tightly gritted and his lips in a fine line, he swirls his index finger in the air, motioning to all of his terrified workers.

"If it were my fuckin' decision, I'd have each and everyone of you pieces of shits fired and on the streets in point ZERO-TWO seconds. You all are fucking lucky that this is my last day here, son's of bitches." A man of few nice words, that he is. The nicest thing you've ever heard him say was thank you, and that was two years ago. His vulgar and aggressive attitude truly brings the worth of working this job down. If it weren't for the good pay and lack of any other remotely feasible company jobs, you would've quit a long time ago.

But alas, you still endure the inevitable fiery reign of his obstructive wrath on the daily.

Dolan is his name.

The new boss, that is. That's the only information you and the rest of the staff knew, besides that he's a male. He hasn't shown up for work yet, or even formally introduced himself. Hell, you don't even know what he looks like. But you were certainly nervous for his arrival.

What if he's just like Kidman, or worse?

It most certainly made you nervous to think that this new guy could ever be worse than Kidman. You were hoping and praying that the he'd at least value his workers and employees.

Everyone, on your office floor, was anticipating the days and hours of his big arrival. No one was certain of when he was going to show up, or if. But nonetheless you were one of the most nervous ones. You held the highest title among your coworkers, except CEO of course, but you were pretty up there when it came to business standards. Everyone seemed to like you as well, your kind nature and natural non-brutal attitude sure did make up for other people's. Of course, you didn't really have an office of your own, because you enjoyed the time spent with the people around you. You truly loved the relationship and humbleness you gained from it. At least you weren't a snotty bitch, right?

There were plenty of little rumors around the workspace that you'd become the new (and improved) owner of this whole entire manufacturing company. Specifically a well known fashion line, Choff. The floor that you, and many of the other leading workers, were on was basically the information database. But from time to time, you'd find yourself strolling through the other, more clothing/model filled areas. Just to see how things were flowing.

Which is actually what you're doing in this moment; running your fingers along the racks filled with hangers that held all the fitted clothing items. It seemed like fun to be down here, measuring and sewing the different outfits to the men and women, but it also seemed stressful. Everyone's always in a rush, with their exploding New York accents and their flailing around all over the place. It's pretty amusing to watch from afar, but you'd be scared to get in anyone's way. They'd probably just run you over and continue their day unaffected.

With that thought in mind, you abruptly come to a stop when you run into the muscular backside of someone, startling you from your stare on the tiled flooring. You uttered a few apologies, taking a step back and straightening your pencil skirt from its newfound wrinkles.

"Lost, darling?" Your eyes trail the floor before you until they're stuck on a pair of shiny dress shoes, attached to a pair of long legs and a broad chest. Your eyes finally landed on the remarkably handsome face, of someone you didn't quite recognize. It wasn't uncommon to stumble across unknown employees, but could it be him?

"Frankly, no." You shortly answer, studying his jaw-dropping features. He was indubitably perfect, without a doubt. With a nicely trimmed beard decorating his beautifully shaped jawline, and big hazel eyes that stared right back at your own, he seemed unearthly. Like he was God's favorite angel sent down from heaven, just to show you a glimpse of what it'd really be like inside the pearly gates. "Are, um, you?" You weren't exactly nervous, just mystified. His recent smile grew into what seemed to be a smirk, while his right side's dimple grew more prominent.

"I'd like to say that I'm not, but I sadly am." He shrugs with a chuckle, sending a wave of unbeknownst pleasure through your ears and fluttering down your spine, until the ends of your toes were satisfied with his deep and raspy voice. "Could you maybe show me around this gigantic place? I've been in need of assistance for the last hour or so." He questions you, dropping his shoulders back and letting his eyes roam your stature before drifting to the interior of the long hallway the two of you are currently standing around in. "I very well could, but I have a dreadful meeting to attend to within the next five to ten minutes." Actually, the meeting was in fifteen minutes. You just simply wanted to see the man's reaction, which wasn't what you though it'd be;

"Perfect, I'll be in attendance for that as well. If you'd so kindly lead the way, I would most appreciate it." He smoothly negotiated, stuffing his right hand, which was tightly wrapped with an expensive looking watch, into his pocket with another grin. He seemed very eloquent with his words and the way he addressed things, it has to be him?

"Do you mind me asking of your name?" You began as you started your trek back to where you came from, your heels quietly clicking from beneath you as you lead the way, him following close behind. "Dolan, Grayson Dolan." He quickly answered. Indeed you were right in thinking he was the new (and maybe improved) CEO of all Choff productions. "New head guy?"

He only nods, to yet another one of your endless questions. "And what's your name, darling?" He asks as the two of you stop at an elevator, his quick hand beating yours to clicking the slightly worn down button. "Y/N Y/L/N, direct head management under you." You relay before boarding onto the empty elevator, the doors closing moments after the two of you were stood side by side. You fidget with the ends of your skirt, staying as calm as possible under his stare that you couldn't help but shrivel under.

"Under me, huh?" You almost gulped at the sound of his double meaninged phrase. Smart guy, hm? Your heart started beating a bit faster the more you thought of his little statement. Your mind became a whirlwind of visuals and fantasies before you could even stop it. Just those two little words had made you all sorts of a mess, and he hasn't even done much of anything. "Don't get too worked up darling, we have a meeting to attend." He chuckles as he steps off the elevator that had opened only seconds ago. You just scoff, your cheeks reddening as you stride right past him, maneuvering through the expanse of people that had just left the staff room, in order for the upcoming meeting to advance.

The moment you were sat in the room and time had passed to where everyone had finally shown up, you felt that lingering feeling of eyes on you. A pair of hazel eyes to be exact, who was sat far from you at the end of the long table. For meeting him not too long ago, he sure did seem comfortable around everyone. It was entirely too soon for you to be liking him already, better yet imagining different scenarios with him as someone boringly rambled. You decided that you'd forget him for the time being and focus on your job, as much as possible.

Though it would be granted as difficult as time moved on..

"That's the conclusion of this meeting. I thank everyone for being here, and I especially appreciate your appearance, Mr. Dolan. I'm happy to say that things around here will continue a lot smoother than it did in the past. And I know most others would agree." Burt Wallace, one of the coordinators, concluded after standing from his seat to dismiss everyone with a nod. While everyone dillydallied in conversations with one another, you in the other hand, hustled straight out of that room and towards the same elevator you had used earlier. The moment you clicked the button, the doors opened wide and you hopped in, tucking yourself in the corner while you gained your breath. You smile to yourself at the successful 'escape' from any questions or perhaps a witty comment from a certain CEO on the loose.

You sigh happily to yourself, watching the doors close again until a hand is stuck between them, pushing them straight back to reveal the man you were somewhat avoiding. "Care if I join you again?" He asked, but he still entered otherwise, clicking one of the many buttons to make the door close. "Did I have a choice?" You almost scoff, feeling his shoulder brush against your own as he stood in the same spot he had previously stood in. "Nah, not really, but I like to seem like a little bit of a gentleman." He answers, the roll of your eyes substituting for the internal scoff that you hadn't let out. The two of you rode in silence for what seemed to be eternity, only the faint sounds of your breaths being heard. As soon as the elevator door clanged and opened, you made a beeline out of there and hustled toward your organized workspace like there was a snake chasing you.

"What's the rush?" Ana Rita, one of the only tolerable women in this entire building, asked as you ducked under your desk. Even though you hadn't looked back to check, you had a feeling he'd follow you, or worse, ask you to meet him in his office. You weren't exactly sure why you were hiding from him, he seemed pretty nice. But he truly intimidated you. Not in a competitive way, more so a physical way. "And why the fuck are you down there?" The redhead crinkled her brows as she looked down her long nose at you. "Just, shhhh!" You bellow quietly, covering your pursed lips with your index finger.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hot man, six o'clock! Get your ass out of there!" She violently whispered at you, frantically tidying herself for the "hot man," presumably Mr. Dolan as you had predicted, approached your desks. You tightly hug your knees from under your desk, praying to god that he wouldn't somehow see you. "After noon, sir, may I help you?" You cringe at the seductive tone lined in her voice, something that Mr. Dolan unfortunately probably gets a lot of. "I'm looking for Ms. Y/L/N, I have some issues to discuss with her." Yet again, his girthy voice made you sigh with comfort. It's extremely calming to listen to.

"She's actually right here—" Ana, the little asshole she is in this moment, points straight at you as you plead with your eyes and shake your head vigorously. You suddenly see his handsome head peer over at you, his brows scrunched with confusion. "Uhm, cords were messed up, gotta fix them." You awkwardly chuckle, patting the outlet box stuffed with all your monitor's cords. You bring yourself out from below your desk as the two stared at you, dusting your front side and settling down in your office chair with a nervous smile.

"I'd like to have a word with you, in my office."

(masterlist)

#dolan twins #dolan twins smut #dt #dtfan10m #ily #ethan dolan #ethan grant dolan #grayson dolan #grayson smut #grayson dolan smut #grayson fluff #grayson dolan fanfic #Grayson #grayson x reader #graysonbailey #dick grayson #grayson blurb

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hitsuackerman · 5 years ago

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Is That My Shirt? (Shinso x Reader)

Prompt: Shinso notices one morning that the space in his closet seems wider than before. Who in the world could have stolen his shirts?

Warnings: FLUFF

A purple haired boy stared at his half filled closet. Realization hit hard when he saw that the amount of clothes he had when he entered the hero course dorms have now been dwindling. The space seemed to grow more and more everyday.

Deciding not to dwell on this, he grabbed one of his signature navy shirts and sweatpants. Heading downstairs to eat some breakfast. He could deal with his clothes later.

Reaching the last few steps, he could hear the chats of his new classmates. He wasn’t used to it yet but being welcomed with open arms by the class 2-A was something he did not expect. Not wanting to admit it, he did consider himself a hypocrite ever since he began to forge close bonds with the others. Todoroki was right when he said there was no escaping the ‘1-A Bat of Friendship’.

“Good morning, Shinso!” Kirishima greeted him as he waved with a spoon on hand. His bright red hair still is not defying gravity. “‘Bout time you woke up, dude.”

Dragging the chair back, he lazily sat down and let out a huge yawn. The bags under his eyes, despite being hereditary, looked a shade bit darker. Despite knowing they were given a 1 week vacation, he still kept studying and doing his homework in advance.

“Oi, extra!” Bakugo yelled from behind. “Get your food now before I throw it in the trash!”

That was something he could not get used to as quickly tho. Making his way to the common kitchen, he began to count the heads present but yours wasn’t there yet. Perhaps you were still sleeping. Grabbing himself some breakfast, he sat beside Kirishima who gladly gave him some space.

“So, where��s (Y/N)?” Kiri asked as he took in a spoonful of breakfast.

“Probably still sleeping.” Shinso replied. “Why?”

“Nah. But we are curious, though, are you two really just best friends?” His red eyebrow raised as he questioned the mini Aizawa of 2-A.

“We are.”

“Are you though?” Mina inserted herself as she sat beside the messy indigo haired boy. “You tend to stare a little longer when it comes to her~”

“She tends to be touchy when you're within her reach.” Denki added.

“When you’re not looking, she stares at you with lovey dovey eyes.” Even Deku joined in on the conversation.

“And your points are?” Shinso asked with such a deadpan expression. His tired look made them laugh a bit. In some ways, he was like a Todoroki before the UA sports festival. “Just because we're like that doesn’t mean there’s something going on between us.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I ask her out?” Kirishima asked. His eyes keenly observing his reaction. “I’ve been meaning to ask her but I just wanted to know if you’re cool with it.”

Shinso was quiet. Looking away from his acquaintance, his thought wandered off to you. Somehow, he found himself a little pissed that some guy would want to ask you out. For some reason, his heart beat increased at the mental image of you with this red haired dude instead of him.

“I mean, I don’t mind.” His answer was a bit hushed. "It's her life not mine."

For the rest of the meal, Shinso remained quiet. Staring intently at his food. He had failed to see the others staring at him with furrowed brows.

Signalling Kiri to stand up and leave, Mina accompanied him. Making sure they were seen heading up to your floor. From the corner of his eyes, he followed them till they disappeared. He only just realized he had been holding a rather long breath.

The doors of the building opened and his eyes landed on you. Hair slightly messy but it was downcasted by the brightness of your smile. A set of floating clothes accompanied you with shared laughter. You wore your signature oversized shirt and black leggings. Your favorite combo.

"You sure you don't have feelings for her?" Deku muttered.

His gaze never faltered and his hearing non-existent. Did he really have feelings? His breath hitched when your eyes met his. The way your eyes sparkled made his face heat up. Was it possible to look away when the smile on your face was for him?

Wait. His brows furrowed when you were now walking towards him. The answer to his morning question had now been answered.

Sitting beside him, you greeted Deku and him. Handing them a daifuku each.

"That's my shirt." Shinso commented as his fingers played with the sleeves. Meanwhile, Deku's ears were very much focused on the conversation happening before him.

"And your point is?" You teasingly replied. Poking his cheek as well.

'How can these two not be dating?' Deku thought.

"Is this the one of many?" His eyes staring at the shirt's print. This shirt was one of his favorites. But seeing you wear it gave it a whole different vibe. "My closet seems emptier ever since I moved in."

"You're not blaming me now, are you?" The smirk on your face was as brainwashing as his own quirk. Heck, it almost felt like once he'd answer, he'd fall into your trap.

"Give me my shirts back, (Y/N)..."

'Shirts? Are they sleeping together?' Deku's mind was doing cartwheels by now.

"Can I atleast keep 5?" You pouted and tugged on his arm. "I like wearing your shirts. They're warm and comfy and cozy just like you."

'Warm? Comfy? Cozy?!' At this point Deku went full on mumble mode in his head.

Shinso's jaw dropped but he managed to catch it on time. And did he hear it right? 5?

"How many shirts do you have (Y/N)?"

"8…" You looked away with redness in your cheek.

Ruffling your hair, he stood up and extended his hand.

"Fine." There it was again. The sparkle in your (e/c) eyes. "But only if I get to decide."

Taking his hand, you lead him straight to your room. Hands never letting go. By now, there was no use in denying that he had crossed the friendship line.

Inside your room, you opened your messy closet.

"Don't look."

A little too late on your part. Despite the jungle of clothes inside, he managed to catch a glimpse of a special corner where his clothes were neatly stacked.

One by one, he checked to see which among these he'd give to you. With each shirt, you told the story of why you stole it from his closet. It was all too amusing but cute at the same time. Whatever shirt he wanted you to have, he'd toss it to your face.

"You're… You're giving me all of them?"

"Not exactly." He scratched the back of his neck and looked away. "Just making you part owner. Is all."

You don't know what came to your mind, but you threw the shirts to a random discard pile. The next thing Shinso knew was that he felt your pillow underneath his head. Strands of your hair splayed on his face as you wrapped your arms tightly on his neck. He had to blink himself back to life.

Patting your back, all Shinso could do was hope this moment would last longer.

What he didn't know was how erratic your heart beats were. Sure, he was your best friend but you would be a liar if you didn't want to be something more than just a friend.

"Thank you for the shirts~" You finally broke the silence.

"Anything for you…"

"You have really fluffy hair~" Using your elbows to lift yourself, you took in the view of Shinso. His eyes were deep in thought yet the connection was still there. Your eyes widened when he tucked strands of hair behind your ear. Instantly, you felt heat travel to your cheeks.

"I like you wearing my clothes." Somehow, he had found the courage to brush his thumb on your cheek. His mind went blank except for 3 words he wanted to say. Just as he was about to say it… he closed his mouth and gently pushed you away.

"D-did I do something wrong?" The tone of your voice sent guilt down his system. "I'm sorry if I hugged you all of a sudden."

He couldn't bring himself to look at you. If he would then he might lose his resolve. Shaking his head, he stood up and waved his palm back and forth.

"It's nothing."

"Toshi?"

Gaddamnit. He hated hearing you like this.

"I can't ruin our friendship…" He uttered to himself. Just as his hand touched the door knob, he heard the shuffling of your bed followed by footsteps running towards him. A slight tug on his shirt told him you were clinging on to him.

"What if… What if I want to ruin to the friendship?"

Looking at you over his shoulder, he managed to catch a glimpse of your head hanging low. A few tears running down your cheek.

Turning around to face you, you let go of his shirt and used your hands to cover your face. Thankful you couldn't see him, a smirk formed on his face. It had been mutual all along and his friends were right.

"What did you say?" He faked the shock in his voice.

"I… I…"

"You want to ruin the what?" By now he couldn't help the cheeky growing grin on his face.

Letting out a long breath, you lowered your hands and stared at your cat socks.

"I like you, Toshi." Your voice was small but he heard you loud and clear. "I… wouldn't mind ruining friendship if it means we get to be something more."

You finally said it.

"So, can I kiss you?"

"Eh?" Lifting your head, your heart leaped at the sight of Shinso's lavender eyes. The way they drifted to your lips and back to your eyes made you want to fall flat on the ground due to the sensation of butterflies in your tummy.

"I guess it's a no then~"

Panicking, your hands found their way to his cheeks. Slightly squishing them making him pout. He looked all too adorable when he smiled through your hold.

Taking one step forward, you let go of his cheeks as your hands traveled down to his neck and stopping when they rested on his chest.

Shinso placed one hand on your waist while the other cupped your cheek. Leaning in closer, he chuckled when you stood on your tippy-toes. By now, your noses were brushing and each exhale touched both your lips.

Before closing the gap, he whispered…

"To the ruined friendship?"

All you could do was smile and slide your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

"To the ruined friendship."

With that, the two of you met halfway and savored the moment of finally letting go of your pent up feelings in favor of something much better.

Bonus:

"You think the plan worked?" Kiri asked Mina as they stared at your bedroom door.

"I think it did." Deku answered. "He seemed pretty shaken when you asked him the question."

Guess it wasn't just Shinso who could ruse people.

#shinso hitoshi #mha shinsou #mha shinso hitoshi #shinso #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso x y/n #shinso x reader #bnha shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi

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angelicichor · 5 years ago

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So I saw your masterlist and I'm literally so happy you write for RZ Michael. I was wondering if you could write an x reader smut for him? Like, Michael comes home angry from a kill and just needs some fuckin' y'know? If you don't want to write, thas fine. But if you do, Thank you so much!!

Ah yes, my boy… (=°∀°)=3 Sorry that this isn’t exactly smut but I hope it’s still fine!

Sadism

TW for: Some gore, slight abuse (?)

Red. Heat, fading, but still there, slick to touch, disgusting to smell, iron, filling his lungs, enveloping him, a slight shiver of pleasure crawling on his back, the mask hiding a wicked smile, contrasting the coldness of his eyes. The white latex shielding the world from the maniac underneath, but he couldn’t help it, the rush of blood and power was just too good to pass up, even if he promised, even if he swore, the voice still sang. More, give it more.

It was gone, you noticed it immediately, the biggest knife in your kitchen had disappeared, not sitting in the sink, nor laying on the cutting board, no, gone, completely and you had a strong suspicion on where it ended up, or rather, in whose hands.

He promised you; that he would keep the urge down, come to you when it appears, deal with it in a different way, because you were scared, terrified of him every time that thin line holding him sane snapped.

Yet he was gone again, and you felt the rush of blood in your head quicken, an urge to hide and wait it out rising in a rapid pace, you feared seeing him like that again, even if your body and mind knew him as your lover, it was a terrifying sight.

Sitting on your bed, cuddled up into a cover, you eyed the closed, pondering whether you should lock yourself in there and hope he’d just mistake you for a pile of sheets to be washed if you lied with it there, but somehow you knew he wouldn’t. He was like an animal if he wanted to be, always sniffed you out one way or another, there was no hiding from him, not when he was like this.

And like an answer to your fear, the echo of bootsteps reached your ears, your lungs almost collapsing on themselves as your body recognized the sound, telling you to run, hide, disappear, just be safe, but there was no avoiding him.

He didn’t call you either, instead his fist slammed against a wall downstairs, echoing through the seemingly empty house, but he knew you were there, his instinct told him as much, he knew you’d hear and you knew that he was amused by the image of you trembling on the bed as he approached, but this time, he’d make you come to him.

You hesitated on the bed, your body refused to move towards danger, even if you knew refusing him would only lead to things getting worse.

Another bang, louder, impatient, hard enough for you to bolt up and stumble your way out of the room, legs threatening to give up under your weight, you didn’t want to move, but you had to.

Your feet hit the floorboards, getting off the last step and walking into your living room, a faint scrapping sound sounding somewhere behind you, a knife being dragged on the wall and a faint excited breath mixing with it, but you wouldn’t dare look back at it’s source.You knew he was there, starring at you, the shivers on your body traveling with his gaze, cold, focused, predatory, no need to even look for it, it was there.

And when the floor boards creaked again underneath Michael’s weight you stiffened, closing your eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted, afraid to stir him into a mad mood.

His breath hit your back first, then your brain registered his smell, testosterone, sweat, mixing with iron and the wet scent of his coveralls, the essence of a serial killer, of a devil.

The cold metal of his knife pressed gently onto your naked hip, a ‘hello’, you could only assume, confirmed by the feeling of the hard leather covering his face nuzzling into your neck, followed by the tickling of his messed up hair. He has gotten more creative with his masks now that he had more materials to work with. Few understood how artistic this man was, well, mostly because only 3 or 4 people have ever tried to get to know him, 2 of which were dead.

“H-hello, Michael.” you returned his greeting, fighting your body not to tremble under his touch and failing miserably. The warm trickle of blood on your thigh let you know that the blade has tasted it not long ago. He didn’t answer you, but then again, you expected as much. “Michael…” Again, nothing but the metal pressing harder onto your skin, slowly, creating a small cut, but not one that would bleed, only something to get you to shiver, he wanted to play.

Yet, you were not having it.

With a quick tug you managed to free yourself, turning towards him and grabbing his wrists. “Stop!” with whatever courage you could muster you raised your voice and felt his gaze sharpen, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, stare glued to his boots, black glistening with the small hint of red. His hands twisted, easily escaping your grasp, instead trapping you in his, pressing onto you lightly, but enough for your body to feel his strength, quiver underneath it and even with your lowered gaze you noticed how his long blonde hair moved with a head tilt, silently questioning your actions, making you realize that what you just did was a mistake. “Michael…” You wanted to talk, but your brain failed to pick any good sentence to explain yourself, so instead you focused on another thing. “How many… how many people…?” you gulped, feeling your throat tighten with every word, knowing that it was not something you should be pressing on in this moment and soon enough he confirmed your fears.

A sharp pain flamed through your body, a hit, hard enough for you to fall back on a couch with a pained huff. Your eyes immediately met with Michael’s, darker from the shadow his mask was still casting, but you could tell the rage in them none the less. He didn’t enjoy your question, but even more so he hated that you were trying to oppose him. Really, he though he taught you that lesson at day 1 of your little ‘special’ relationship.

One of his knees dug into the couch, letting him trap you on the piece of furniture, fully at his disposal, both of his hands cupping your face and forcing it up, to keep looking at him as he leaned in closer, pressing his masked forehead against yours, hair tickling your skin in the most unpleasant manner. He was watching you, waiting for your next move, ready to extinguish any flame of rebellion that dared to flare up, but what he wasn’t ready for was your eyes squinting and watering up as you looked up at him, lips quivering under his bloody thumb.

It made him laugh. A warm, sadistic laughter, low and dangerous, but surprisingly calm coming from this man. All the anger gone in a second, replaced by a sick satisfaction caused by your panic. He hushed you, lowering his head enough so the nose of his mask could press lightly against yours.

“One.” his voice startled you even more than his laughter, brought you back into attention. “No more… if you behave.” and again your lip quivered, because you knew what it meant, your body already recoiling at the memory; pain, bruises, torn skin, aching scalp and blood, yours and nobody’s else. “So?” the hoarseness of his voice did nothing to soothe your anxiety, but still, your eyes met his.

One of your hands went down to his crotch, ghosting the shape of his dick, already half-erect from all the pent up aggression in his head threatening to spill out if anything else objects him. Your fingers pulled him closer, eyes shyly asking for permission and when he straightened you knew it was fine, safe to undo his coveralls, to trail your fingers against his chest, down his stomach, all the way to his abdomen, but before you could touch his crotch again a sharp tug stopped you, your head burning as your hair got pulled all too roughly. You looked up to see his eyes asking you a question and with hesitation you answered.

“I’ll be good… Michael.” you huffed, looking away in shame and again you could hear the soft sound of his satisfied laughter.

This night would be a long one, but hopefully the knife won’t come back to greet you. If you behave, that is.

#virgo writes #michael myers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher community #RZ's Michael #Mikey #I apologize if this is not good enough I'm so stressed lately but I'm trying my best TTATT #This is more of a beginning of a relationship thing U_U Mikey would def get softer on his s/o with time but... you gotta excuse him if he #is not that willing to take disobedience

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dukereviewsmovies · 4 years ago

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Duke's Monsterween: Killer Klowns From Outer Space

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome Back To Duke's Monsterween...

Where Today We Are Doing A Surprise Review As The Next Movie In The Halloween Franchise We're Looking At Is Halloween 4, Which Is The Start Of What Is Known As The Thorn Trilogy And I Think I'd Be Better Covering All 3 Of Those Movies Next Year...

So, Instead We're Doing We're Doing The Cult Classic Which Has Recently Become One Of My Favorite Horror Movies..

(With Thanks To Dead Meat's James A. Janisse For Reviewing It Which Got Me Interested In The Film In The First Place)

Killer Klowns From Outer Space...

No Synopsis Today As I Don't Know How To Really Describe This Film, It's One Of Those Movies You Have To See To Believe...

Anyway, Let's Dive On Into Killer Klowns From Outer Space...

The Film Starts At Make-Out Point, Where We Meet 2 Of Our 3 Protagonists, Mike Tobacco (Played By Grant Cramer)...

And His Girlfriend, Debbie Stone (Played By Suzanne Snyder)...

Who Are Only 2 Of The Couples Making Out That Are Interrupted By Mike's Friends (And 2 Of The Best Characters Of The Movie) The Terenzi Brothers (Played By Michael S. Siegel And Peter Licassi) Who Are There To Sell Some Ice Cream To The Folks...

While Also Attempting To Get Their Dates To MakeOut With Them Of Which They Have No Luck Whatsoever...

With The Terenzi Brothers Leaving When Their Dates Want To Go Home, Mike And Debbie Go Back To Kissing Only To Stop When They See A Shooting Star...

But Unbeknownst To Them, Farmer Gene Greene (Played By Royal Dano)...

Who, Walt Disney Saw Years Ago In A Television Production As Abraham Lincoln, Which Led Him Years Later To Cast Dano As The Voice Of Abraham Lincoln In The Disneyland Attraction, Great Moments With Mr. Lincoln...

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There's Also The Fact That Gene's Dog Is Named Pooh Bear Which Is Another Disney Reference...

But As I Was Saying, Unbeknownst To Mike And Debbie, Farmer Gene Greene And His Dog, Pooh Bear Saw The Star And Decides To Go Check It Out Only To Discover A Circus Tent In The Middle Of Knowhere...

As Gene Looks For An Entrance Or Ticket Booth, Pooh Gets Captured By A Net Which Leads Gene To Attempt To "Tear Down The Tent With His Bare Hands!"....

But When He's Unable To Punch Through The Tent, He Goes To Tear Down The Ropes Only To Get Electrocuted, This Is When We Get The First Appearance Of One Of The Killer Klowns Named Jumbo Who Does Something To Gene...

Which I'm Not Going To Reveal Till Later...

Before We Catch Up With Mike And Debbie, Who Are Arriving At The Circus Tent Themselves And Manage To Get Inside To See That The Place Is "Basically Like Clowns R Us"...

But They Soon Discover That This Is No Fun House As They Discover The Ship's Main Reactor, This Leads Debbie To Think That They're Inside Of What Was The Shooting Star...

They Come To Another Room Filled With Cotton Candy But With The Way It's Hanging It Leads Debbie To Believe That Nobody Hangs Cotton Candy Like This, Scoffing It Off, Mike Takes A Piece And Discovers The Body Of Farmer Gene Greene Inside Dead...

As A Clown Named Rudy Enters With Another Thing Of Cotton Candy, Mike Takes Another Piece And Finds A Friend Of His Named Joe Lombardo Inside Dead

Accidentally Dropping Something, They're Followed By Rudy Who Fires A Gun Filled With Popcorn At Them...

Don't Ask!

This Leads Another Clown Named Spike To Create A Live Balloon Animal Dog To Chase After Them But Luckily Mike And Debbie Get Away Before They Catch Them

With The Clowns Making Their Way Into Town, Mike And Debbie Go To Debbie's Ex, Dave (Played By John Allen Nelson), Who's A Police Officer And Tell Him The Whole Story...

But While Dave Is Willing To Look Into It, His Partner, Officer Mooney (Played By Rupert Thorne From Batman: The Animated Series) Believes It To Be Just A Prank Concocted By Mike And The Terenzi Brothers

As The Clowns Start Turning People Into Cotton Candy Cocoons Including A Guy Watching One Clown's Puppet Show...

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2 Unidentified People Inside Of A Pharmacy, A Hot Babe Who Is Cocconed When 3 Clowns (Make That 4) Deliver A Pizza...

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And A Woman Who Gets Cocconed When A Clown Delivers Candy...

Dave Decides To Take Debbie Home While He And Mike Investigate The Tent, Only Problem Is When They Get To The Area Where The Tent Was, It's Not There, This Leads Dave To Arrest Mike For Falsifying A Police Report...

But When Dave Discovers A Car At Make-Out Point That's Been Cotton Candied, He Starts Believing Mike's Story A Little

Meanwhile, We Get To One Of My Favourite Kills Of The Entire Movie,When This Clown Shorty Knocks This Guy's Block Off...

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As Mooney Starts Getting Phone Calls About Killer Clowns, Which Starts To Make Him Believe That The Whole Town Is In On The Terenzi Brothers Prank...

We Get A Bit Of A Hocus Pocus Moment Where One Clown Attack A Guy Driving On The Road Only To Cause Him To Crash His Car On The Bridge While Debbie Takes A Censored Shower..

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As The Leftover Popcorn From Her Clothes Starts To Move Toward The Dirty Clothes Bin...

Meanwhile, A Clown Uses Shadow Puppets To Devour People At A Bus Stop..,

To Which I Should Mention Quickly That The 2 Guys That Directed This Movie The Chiodo Brothers Also Did That Nightmare Scene In Pee Wee's Big Adventure Where Pee Wee's Bike Is Being Opperated On By Clowns...

With Dave Seeing The Entire Incident With Mike, He Calls Mooney And Tells Him To Call For Help But This Just Has Mooney Believing That Dave Is Out To Break Him Down And Drive Him Out Of The Police Force...

To Which I Say...

This Forces Dave To Go Back To The Police Station To Call For Help While Mike Teams Up The Terenzi Brothers (Who Are Luckily Nearby) To Warn People To Get Off The Streets...

But When He Tells The Terenzi Brothers His Story, They Don't Exactly Buy It, This Forces Mike To Make Up A Story That Debbie Has Roommates With Big Boobs Who Love Ice Cream To Which They're Like "What Are We Waiting For?"

(Imitating Tv Announcer) We'll Be Back With Those Darn Terenzis In Just A Second...

Back At The Police Station, Mooney Finally Meets A Clown Who He Locks In A Cell With 2 Guys He Arrested Earlier, Either Way, He Kills Mooney With A Party Favor While Cotton Candying The 2 Guys In The Cell Which Dave Discovers Later...

Along With The Clown Who's Turned Mooney Into His Own Personal Ventriloquist Dummy...

Luckily Though, Dave Manages To Find The Clowns Weaknesses When He Accidentally Pops The Clown's Nose With His Gun, Causing It To Explode Into Dust...

But While Dave Calls For Help Out Of State, The Terenzi Brothers And Mike Find More Clowns Gathering Up Cocoons With The Help Of A Parade Float Of Their Own Design...

And Don't Ask How Many Bodies They Gather Up Because There's Too Many In This Scene To Count...

As Mike And The Terenzi Brothers Drive Off Before They're Captured, Debbie Discovers That The Alien Popcorn Has Transformed Into..Well...See For Yourself...

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Taking The Balloon Debbie's Inside To Their Car As Mike And The Terenzi Brothers Pull Up, They Follow Them In A Chase Scene, But They Stop When They See Dave Right Behind Them...

With Dave Taking Over Driving, Mike Has No Clue Where The Clowns Are Now That They Lost Them But Dave Has An Inkling Simply Stating, "If You Were A Clown Where Would You Hide?"

This Leads Them To The Old Amusement Park, Where The Clowns Are Throwing Acid Pies At An Elderly Security Guard...

Mike, Dave And The Terenzi Brothers Go Inside The Clowns Funhouse Where They Walk Around Only For The Terenzi Brothers To Be Separated From Mike And Dave And Fall Into A Ball Pit Where 2 Big Breasted Clown Girls Are Waiting For Them...

Do They Look Like Debbie's Roommates?

Finding Their Way Back To The Cotton Candy Cocoon Room, Mike And Dave Save Debbie Only To Be Confronted By 2 Clowns Who Follow Them For A While Before Dave Shoots Their Noses Causing Them To Explode...

We Get A Few Scenes With Mike, Debbie And Dave In Various Rooms On The Ship As They're Followed By Clowns Before They Come Across A Door And Then Another Door...

When They Eventually Find The Right Door, It Leads Them Where They're Confronted By Dozens Of Clowns Who Are Coming After Them As They Climb A Huge Stage That Looks Like A Cake...

Maybe They Should Deal With Them The Same Way Wakko Warner Deals With Clowns...

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Luckily They Won't Have To As The Terenzi Brothers Pull A Great And Powerful Is Routine To Trick The Clowns So, Mike, Dave And Debbie Can Get To Their Ice Cream Truck..

But They're About To Have Bigger Problems As...

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Klownzilla!!!!!!!

In Fact, Klownzilla Is So Mad That He Lifts Up The Terenzi Brother's Truck And Throws It With Them Inside Causing The Truck To Explode...

This Leads Dave To Tell Mike And Debbie To Git While He Finishes Off Klownzilla By Popping His Nose, Which Not Only Blows Up Klownzilla But Whole Damn Tent!

As A Clown Car Lands In Front Of Mike And Debbie, We Discover That Not Only Did Dave Survive The Explosion Of The Ship, But The Terenzi Brothers Survived The Explosion Of Their Truck Too...

Now, I Liked The Terenzi Brothers, They Were Funny Characters, They Had Funny Lines, But I'm Sorry...

There Is No Way In Hell They Could Have Survived That Explosion!

Despite Some People Saying, "Well, If Indiana Jones Can Survive A Nuclear Explosion In A Fridge Then The Terenzi Brothers Can Survive An Explosion In A Freezer"...

No! No! That's Bullshit!

The Reason Indiana Jones Survived Was Because The Fridge Was Lead-Lined, Where Here There Is No Scientific Explanation Of Their Survival Whatsoever...

With Debbie Dumping Mike For Dave (I Guess As Dave Is Kissing Her On Her Head) They Wonder If They're Really Gone Only For Them To Get Pies Thrown In Their Faces...

Hoping That Those Are Not Acid Pies As I'd Like To See These Characters In A Sequel Someday...

This Film Is Pretty Good...

The Story And Characters Are Interesting, The Clowns Are Well Designed And The Kills Are Very Interesting...

So Whether You're A Fan Of The Horror Genre Or Not, This Is One Film I Definitely Suggest To See...

Tune In This Sunday As We Visit Camp Crystal Lake...

But Till Then, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#killer klowns from outer space #grant cramer #suzanne snyder #John Allen Nelson #john vernon #Royal Dano #Michael S Siegel #Peter Licassi #The Chiodo Brothers

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lovestrucked-again · 6 years ago

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Planes Pt2 - Shawn Mendes

Summary: Unaware of who the handsome boy seated next to you is, the two of you start talking…

A/N: So thankful for all the positive feedback. I didnt know it’d be such a hit but I’m so excited. Hope you like it.

Part 1, Part 3

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Fuck my parents would kill me if I bought a guy home. How is he actually going to stay at mine? You thought to yourself as something else dawned on you.

"I u-um live in a sharehouse with a few others."

"Oh," he realises, looking down awkwardly, "I guess that's a no?"

"I mean you can if you want to, but you'd have to share a room with me…" An uncomfortable silence settles over. Your eyes glancing around everywhere while trying to avoid the gazes of others that passed by. You shifted from one foot to another, your hand playing with the bracelet on your wrist.

"If it's too much of a hassle that's okay, I can stay at the airport for the night and wait for my manager." He says, breaking the silence. Shawn knew that this was definitely overstepping his boundaries as a stranger but his manager had booked the hotel for the wrong night and he didn't have any relatives or friends in LA. He had slept in an airport before but today he was alone with no security. You looked around again at the sleeping figures, awkwardly laying on the seats, almost falling. You didn't like the idea of him sleeping in the airport for the night.

"I think it'd be uncomfortable if you stayed here," you started as you turned back around to face him. He gives you a smile that just seems so sweet with a small amount of shyness as his one dimple crinkles.

"Thanks Y/N, I owe you one," And he grabs your hand as he says this, intertwining your fingers again as you start walking over to the luggage collection area.

"Yeah, you do."

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The driver gets out the car, shuts his door and looks at his passengers. His eyes widen in recognition. Shawn, who's standing a little behind you, quickly places a hand to his lips, signalling to stay quiet. The driver understands immediately as he walks over to grab the luggage and says good morning.

"Good morning," You reply as Shawn opens the back door to the taxi for you to go in first. You quickly thank him and chuck your small backpack in before hopping in.

"I'll be right back," Shawn shuts the door and walks to the trunk to help the driver with the luggage. You hear him laugh and the driver talking but it's too hard to make out the exact words of the conversation.

You two took the taxi home, hands still linked the entire way. The taxi driver was an older man who was a local in LA. You learnt of his 2 daughters who were also living in LA, studying in the arts area. The driver continued making small talk with you and Shawn in the back seats to which Shawn did most of the talking. The majority of the time you were staring out at the window. The streets were still busy regardless of the time, filled with people roaming and cars honking. The driver continued pointing out famous landmarks and must-dos to Shawn. _________

Unlocking the door to your room, you pushed it open quickly and then pulled it back to a peek almost immediately. From the quick open and shut, Shawn and you saw the state your room was in. It was a mess from the last minute packing you did a few days ago. It looked like a drunken cyclone had hit near your closet. Clothes were strewed everywhere, the unmade bed was piled with notebooks, textbooks, pens and stuffed toys. Your calculator had dropped on a pile of clothes on the floor with its batteries scattered around. You internally screamed at the mess and at what he was seeing.

You turned to look at him, not realising he stood directly behind you and accidentally bumped into him. You could feel the heat growing in your cheeks. You were extremely embarrassed by your untidy room and there was nowhere to hide.

"Shawn, do you mind waiting at the door for a sec? I've just got to quickly clean up some things," You whisper, not looking up at his eyes.

"Oh, yeah sure." He says, running his hands through his hair awkwardly before placing his guitar case down beside him. He steps back from the door frame and pretends to look busy on his phone as you close the door but not completely. You quickly look for the laundry basket hiding somewhere in the room. Pulling the basket out from the corner of your room, you quickly scoop up piles of clothing from the floor and dump them in. You grab as many books as you can hold and mumble a swear as a textbook drops from your hands. Shawn chuckles to himself as he hears a loud thump and your cursing. A few minutes pass and you feel the room is now presentable.

"You can come in." You huffed, slightly out of breath as you open the door to let him in. "I u-uh don't have a couch or anything and I only have a king single.." you drift off, slightly confused at where you're leading this conversation. Completely amused by your stuttering state he suppresses a laugh as quietly as he can.

"It's okay, I don't mind taking the floor." He says as he grabs a blanket from the bottom of the bed, "I'm thankful already not to be sleeping amongst the sound of plane engines." He finishes.

"Are you sure? I don't have anything important tomorrow so like I can sleep all of tomorrow if I want," you begin to ramble, feeling guilty about the situation.

"It's okay, really, I don't mind the floor. I sleep pretty much anywhere and everywhere when I work." Shawn grabs his bags and guitar from the corridor and brings them in your room, placing them in a corner. You shuffle over to your closet quickly searching for something to wear to sleep. Shawn does the same, flipping through his bag. He turns around to check if you're looking but he sees you rummaging through your closet. He doesn't bother saying anything as he quickly slips off his current shirt and chucks on a new one.

You grab your clothes and excuse yourself to the bathroom, silently stepping out. The adrenaline of sneaking in a boy to your room was exhilarating. Especially since you had a crush growing on him. Your parents were strict on you and this would never have been allowed if they knew. You search for your toothbrush and swiftly finish your bedtime routine before taking a deep breath and brushing your hair quickly.

When you walk back into your room, Shawn's changed into a pair of shorts and his laid out the blanket on the floor. You were lucky that all the blankets you owned were somewhat thicker than average.

"Cute PJs," he comments, looking at your pink baggy shirt and avocado shorts.

"Thanks, it was a gift." You reply, shutting the room light and walking over to your bed, pulling the sheets back.

"So you play guitar?" you ask, staring at the ceiling in the dark.

"Yeah I do."

"Are you any good?"

"I'd like to say so." He laughs, turning around to face you. You roll over to your side and look down making eye contact with him. "I'd play something for you now but it might wake your housemates."

"Ah yeah, that's true," You were slightly guttered that you wouldn't be able to hear him play. Shawn sits up and turns to his other side and starts rummaging through his backpack. "How about I give you this," he pulls out a piece of paper and lanyard.

"What is it?" you ask, sitting up on the bed and opening the bed lamp.

"I have a small concert tomorrow evening, you should come." He says, handing it to you. You look at the ticket, Shawn Mendes World Tour. Mendes? That's his last name. You had been wondering what his full name was to stalk him on Facebook or Instagram.

"I'd love to." You say, heart almost bursting internally. He chuckles and lies back down on the blanket bed. You place the items on the bedside table and shut the light. You were about to ask how many people were going as you reflect on the words World Tour but Shawn lets out a small yawn and breathes out deeply. You decide it's probably better to ask tomorrow.

"Goodnight Y/N."

"Night Shawn."

When you wake up in the morning you see that there's no one in the room. The sheets are neatly folded on your chair and notes beside you. You sit up, leaning against your bedframe as you read it. I didn't want to wake you when I left. When you come to the concert just go straight to the entrance. I've told my manager you're coming already. Shawn X. ______________

"OMG, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE SHAWN!"

"THIS IS THE MOST EXCITING THING IN MY LIFE!" You hear all these people screaming things here and there, occasionally hearing Shawn's name. Completely confused by the situation, you wonder if you were in the wrong place.

Why's there so many people? Holy crap are they all here for Shawn? You began to think, trying to get to the entrance. There were dozens of rows of people standing and sitting in a line. You felt sort of guilty for just walking straight past them as they gave you dirty looks but Shawn had told you to go directly to the entrance when you arrived. You approached the security guard who was standing out the door. He barely looked at you before telling you to cue in line.

"Excuse me, u-uh Shawn gave me this." You said, showing him the lanyard.

He grabbed it from you and flipped it back and forth a few times before looking at you. He grabbed a walkie talkie from his belt and asked for confirmation from the security head and nodded. You see another security person inside the building open the door for you.

"Miss Y/N?" he asks. You nod and he gestures for you to follow him. He takes you through the empty building, leading you to a stairwell. You're led down a flight of stairs and into a busy corridor where you see people with headsets and mics talking. The security guard leads you past them and stops in front of a door.

You begin to feel a little excited to see Shawn as he knocks on the door. The guard moves aside and you open the door. Shawn's sitting on a highchair, guitar over his body as his strumming a few chords, humming to himself.

"Are those people all waiting for you?" You say immediately as you see him. He looks up from his guitar and a smile beams upon his face as he sees you.

"Hi Y/N, how was your day?" He gets up from his seat and places the guitar down on its stand before walking over to you. He's wearing a simple dark blue button-up shirt and denim jeans.

"Oh, it was good thanks." You reply as he greets you with a hug. He steps back and grabs your hands in his.

"Can you meet me back here when the concert finishes? Just show security your lanyard and they'll take you." Your completely mesmerised by him at this moment and you can only nod in response.

"Shawn! 10 minutes to stage!" Someone yells, banging on the door.

"I gotta go now but come watch me. You'll be amazed by my skills. I promise." He smiles, a small smirk playing on his lips. He squeezes your hands a little before he grabs his guitar and walks out.

You're completely dumbfounded at what was happening. You look at the ticket he had given you. It was a seat in the first few rows. Feeling the suspense kick in and hearing the screams outside, you walk out of the room to find the stage. The security guard who had directed you inside offers to show you the way back out and to the main arena. He leads you through the back and opens the door to the seats where it's almost pitch black. The noise in the arena was almost deafening as you hear only screams echoing. There are lights that illuminate against the aisles of the seats and you find your row in section B.

Hearing the screams intensify suddenly as you take your seat, you look around and see a massive projector screen is being reeled down on stage. A short video plays and you see Shawn pop up on the screen. You completely drain out all the sounds and focus only on the images showing. And it ends with a sudden blank.

"All it'd take is one flight, We'd be in the same time zone." And Shawn reveals himself as the projector goes up.

Well fuck. You thought.

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sablelab · 6 years ago

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Santa Baby - Chapter 7

Picture source: @TwilightCougar1

N.B. Due to this story being censored and most posts removed from my blog with no URL for recourse to review, I decided to post the chapters without any of @sassylover-stuff’s manip pictures to save any hassle.

DISCLAIMER: This nine part story is a Sam and Caitriona fanfic. This is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination. I do not know the people in my story, nor do I proclaim to know anything about them whatsoever about their status or their life in general. This is a complete fantasy story concocted from the Christmas song “Santa Baby” which was used as a prompt for my writing.

SYNOPSIS : Sam returns home after a whirlwind Outlander promotional tour to Australia and Japan and catches Caitriona singing in the shower. She has visions of Sam dressing up as her “Santa Baby” for Christmas and everything that that might entail. Based on the Christmas song “Santa Baby.”

This Chapter is suggestive and THANKS so much for reading my fictional Christmas story. ENJOY!!!

Earlier chapters below:-

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 (S)

Chapter 4 (S) / Chapter 5 (NSFW) / Chapter 6 (S)

CHAPTER 7

Very Early Christmas Morning...

Caitriona was wide awake. Although she tried, she couldn’t go back to sleep for her mind was going ten for a dozen with the thoughts dancing around in her brain and just one of them had anything to do with the guests that would be arriving today to celebrate Christmas with them in their new home. Instead, she was mulling over the last couple of days since Sam had returned home from Australia and all that had happened since then.

They’d had a very busy day yesterday doing all those last minute preparations for Christmas Day so that everything would be less stressful when the family arrived for Christmas dinner. The Scots Pine tree was beautifully dressed and all the presents had been wrapped and placed under the tree. The sliver baubles that Eddie had brought to their bedroom and which Sam had playfully placed on her big toe were now taking pride of place on the branches of their Christmas tree. Caitriona couldn't help but smile every time she saw those two baubles. They reminded her of Sam’s association with Cahonas Scotland and their timely reminder to check your partner for testicular cancer. Sam always asked her to check out his “baws” at this time of the year and looking at those two baubles was a reminder that took on a slightly more personal significance.

Thankfully Eddie had not pulled off as many ornaments as they thought she would which was an added bonus. Sam had brought her back a special Santa cat toy shaped like a koala and she had amused herself with that until she was tired out and just went to sleep in front of the fire. Her adorable husband had even kissed her under the mistletoe that she’d placed in the lounge room and every chance he got he managed to manoeuvre her in that direction for another smooch.

“I'm sure that mistletoe should have a sign that says, Kiss me I'm Irish,” Sam had said laughing as he teased her and placed yet another toe curling kiss to her lips.

“I’ll put a sign up next year if you like hon.”

“Aye that would be grand … and a kiss a hot Scot one too.”

“Hmmm … Sure babe … I can do that for you.”

Cait smiled remembering their conversation because that little exchange had resulted in a kiss that very soon got way out of control. Just the thought of all that kissing and all the things that had ensued since her man had returned from overseas flashed though Caitriona’s brain; however, it was the events of last night that really had her in a dreamy state of sublime happiness. She never dreamed that when she’d asked Sam to be her Santa Baby that he would perform for her in the way that he did. She was certainly one lucky woman.

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Just the thought of her husband in that Santa suit had her heartbeats accelerating.

The words and music of Santa Baby were now firmly entrenched in her brain. Caitriona began humming softly to herself with the song that just wouldn’t leave her subconscious and she couldn’t stop the smile that graced her lips at her most wonderful partner fulfilling her request with his performance last night.

Come and trim my Christmas tree, With some decorations bought at Tiffany’s, I really do believe in you, Let’s see if you believe in me

Santa Baby

Hurry down the chimney tonight

Oh hurry down the chimney tonight …

Santa baby

So hurry down the chimney tonight, Hurry down the chimney tonight, Hurry, tonight.

As she lay in a dreamy but joyful haze, Cait couldn’t help the euphoric feelings that suddenly coursed through her body as her thoughts turned to the man who had brought her dreams to life last night. Slowly turning her head, she looked over toward her gorgeous husband who was soundly sleeping. Sam looked so damn hot when he was sleeping and she couldn’t help but think how utterly adorable, funny and sexy he was. Christmas Eve had been a night to remember and it was one she would not soon forget. What had happened before they retired had been everything and more than she had ever expected or ever dreamed possible. Her eyes filled with love as they caressed his features before resting on his fluttering eyelashes. Sam was smiling in his sleep and perhaps he too was dreaming about what had occurred last night, she thought. He certainly looked very pleased with himself. Caitriona was sorely tempted to brush his lips with her own, but she knew if she did her love would awaken and she wanted to lose herself in remembrance of the feelings she had experienced with what he’d done for her.

Sam was just magnificent in everything that he did and he was more than true to his spoken words … “Of course … I’ll be anything and everything you want me to be babe.”

Cait didn’t think that she could ever view Christmas Eve again like the one they had shared last night. Her wonderful, gorgeous, super sexy husband had fulfilled all her Christmas fantasies and then some with his performance that still had her heart racing. When she glanced over towards him again, Sam began gently snoring and Cait smiled beguilingly at her exhausted hubby. Last night he had given her an early Christmas present to savour for years to come and one she would not easily forget. Lovingly placing a kiss to his stubbled cheek, Caitriona turned over and lay in bed still thinking of his slow, sexy striptease last night as he had peeled off the red Santa suit piece by piece just for her. At that moment, she couldn’t love him any more than she did already … it was not possible.

Oh, but she did. She really did.

Cait’s face suddenly felt flushed and she raised her hands to her cheeks and felt the telltale warmth of a blush. Placing her hand to her chest she also felt the rhythm of her heartbeats begin to thump while a tingling sensation zigzagged through her body as her thoughts began to wander to the man beside her. She bit her lip to prevent the little moan that bubbled up in her throat. Smiling like the cat that had swallowed all the cream, Caitriona remembered her love’s exuberance to make this little performance for her one she would always commit to memory of what happened on Christmas Eve in their master bedroom.

Christmas Eve...

When Sam entered their bedroom decked out in his Santa Suit, Cait couldn’t stop the smile beaming on her face. Her husband looked glorious and oh, so sexy decked out in his Christmas costume. Caitriona watched as her Santa Claus came towards her as she lay on the bed with such a wicked gleam in his eye that he totally unbalanced her. Her amazing husband was dressed in a crimson red, fur lined jacket already part open and exposing his virile chest which immediately set her heart all a fluttering, a big black belt hung low on his waist and he was wearing black boots and a Santa hat. Her wide eyes lingered on his body and lazily caressed him once more from top to toe. Her gaze stopped when she saw what was in his hand for Sam was also carrying his mobile phone. That made her laugh as he never went anywhere without his phone.

“You’ve still got your phone in your hand honey.’’

“I know babe. I mean to take some pictures … lots of pictures … of you my Cai-tri-ona and then you can do the same for me,” he purred in that sultry voice that had her catch her breath.

“Oh …”

“Starting right now.”

Sam aimed his phone and snapped away as Cait struck a pose on their bed. “You look so sexy hon laying there in that provocative lingerie that I just want to rip it off your body. I think I could just devour you.”

“Not so fast buster … not until you perform for me Heughan,” she chastised him, a little flustered by what her husband was saying. “Do you think my Santa Baby fantasy will just go away with you dressed like that and nothing more? I want to see you take it off Sam … all of it off,” were her challenging replies although given the way her husband was looking at her she was feeling anything but at the moment.

Sam merely answered with one of his enigmatic smiles that curled her toes. It was predatory and menacing, full of innuendo and oh, so intimidating but promising at the same time because he knew that his words rang true. Moving forward towards their bed Sam leaned down and kissed his saucy temptress passionately, locking his lips to his alluring wife’s before he had even removed one piece of clothing. At the touch of his lips … Cait’s knees went to water.

Just as well I am lying down, she thought, or else I just might collapse on the spot.

Caitriona knew that Sam too had been spellbound by the eager expression on her face and had returned the kiss in kind. Breathless, they severed their caress and her husband gave her such a penetrating look that Cait was very tempted to forget what she had just said.

With added bravado and in a titillating, sexy voice she ordered, “Take your clothes off Santa.”

Equally seductive, Sam replied, “Say please.”

Caitriona’s eyes traversed her adorable man from head to toe before they rested on his face where a roguish smile bowed his lips. Sam was enjoying this charade way too much, but then again so was she. Cait lowered her eyes before slowly raising them again as her lips irresistibly mouthed her retort.

“Pl-ease.”

How she had ever found the words to tell Sam to take his Santa clothes off before she herself ripped them off his body … Cait would never know. God, she had wanted desperately to see him naked and she’d momentarily forgotten that she was watching this sexy man and that her Santa Sam was going to perform for her.

Sam saw the change in his wife’s demeanour as she lay there watching him. She had anticipated this very moment ever since she’d sung that Christmas song in the shower, but now that her fantasy was about to eventuate she had turned into a provocative temptress. He heard the hitch in her voice as he approached the bed and gave Cait his Cell phone.

“Here honey ... take this. It might come in handy.”

“For what Sam?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out babe,” was his enigmatic reply.

“Oh ...” Sam had left his phone by her side no doubt for her to capture the moment that he began to disrobe.

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Caitriona watched spellbound as her hub’s first movements were hasty and jerky as he began to tear the outfit from his body. She had to tell him to slow down.

“No … Slowly Sam … I mean my Santa Baby. Perform for me,” was her husky instruction.

Oh boy. Where did those words come from? Cait thought.

Sam merely grinned at his wife. He was just testing the waters to see how she would react to a quick striptease. Ah, very predictable Mrs Heughan. When she told him to go slowly, he knew that his tactics had worked. With a widening grin, Sam held her gaze with a piercing, smouldering look that had Caitriona squirming in anticipation of his next move. Placing his hands onto his chest where the Santa jacket lay open, Sam sensually ran them down and over his chest before slowly edging his fingers over his washboard stomach and letting them lie pointing down towards his groin. Assiduously watching her husband’s every move, Caitriona bit her lip. Hawk eyed Heughan saw the sign of his wife’s flushed cheeks and face as her eyes were glued to what his hands were doing. Her Santa Baby gave her a smile and cheekily raised an eyebrow which always sent a thrill dancing down her spine.

Although she was in awe of his tactics, she aimed his phone and took a picture while she still had a little rational thought remaining, for who knew how her body would react once he began to remove the Santa suit.

Enthralled by the affect his actions were having on his wife, Sam started to really get into the swing of things. He was enjoying himself immensely particularly knowing that his gorgeous lady was slowly unravelling before his eyes. She was so sexy and he was intoxicated by her.

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However, as he performed for her, little did Cait know that her husband was also feeling slightly unhinged too as he watched her lay on the bed watching him.

Sam could barely breathe as he looked at his desirable wife lying on her stomach, nonchalantly watching him and waiting for him to remove the Santa suit they had purchased earlier in the day. At first he’d felt a little silly but when he saw Cait’s eyes light up when he’d come out of the bathroom, he’d puffed out his chest a little more. They had never really tried any kind of role playing before and this was a first for them both. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of his wife but it was the tell-tale look in her eye that was nearly his undoing. He felt like ripping off the Santa suit as quickly as possible and forgetting about doing a slow reveal. Caitriona looked like an enthralling temptress lying there in her sexy lingerie and it was having a profound effect on his body’s reaction to his divine wife. He could just imagine running his fingers along the lacy briefs that hugged her delectable derrière before unhooking her bra and freeing the breasts that filled his hands like ripe peaches.

The come hither look in Cait’s eyes as she lazily scanned her husband from top to toe was turning him on something fierce and Sam wasn’t sure if he could go through with this little show before he totally lost it. It was the little know-it-all smile on her lips that finally sealed the deal. If this was the last thing he ever did for his Cait before he expired then he was going to make it the best striptease she had ever seen or would ever likely to see again. He was going to give her the performance of a lifetime. After all he was a method actor and if he couldn’t demonstrate a stellar routine for the woman he loved then he was not worth his weight in gold.

Sam could see that his love was breathing a little hesitantly; he on the other hand was having trouble even getting oxygen into his lungs. This woman took his breath away and just the slightest glance could wield him unconscious with longing. Caitriona Heughan was one sensual woman, beautiful, charming, charismatic, sexy as hell, endearing, smart, and adorable in all ways possible. She was his reason for living, she gave his life meaning and seeing her lying on the bed and the way she was looking at him made him just want to make love to her as if there was no tomorrow.

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Caitriona looked back over towards where her husband lay sleeping.

She had known that he would be good at this little charade but not as good as he was last night. Perform! Wow, and what a performance it was. Cait had been spellbound by Sam’s suggestive, tantalizing striptease and could still feel the awkwardness of his initial movements at performing. However, he soon got into the swing of things until she watched him peeling his Santa suit more provocatively from his body. Her eyes had locked on his performance as he held her look with one of his own.

As her thoughts of last night danced like sugar plums in her head, Caitriona could feel her groin quiver at just the memory of Sam and his movements and those erotic looks he sent flying her way.

When he moved towards the bed during his performance she was captivated by the sight of her husband’s bare, naked chest.

Sam loved teasing her and he was relentless in giving his wife more than what she had bargained for when she’d asked him to be her Santa Baby. He loved seeing her off kilter, however, as he stood by their bed Caitriona took full advantage of the situation and reached out her soft hands and placed them to his strong chest. Placing her palms to his ribs she stroked them erotically over his rib cage. In response, Sam sucked in his chest unable to exhale as he felt his wife’s wonderful touch anoint him. Cait’s eyes sought his, and he saw the mischief registered there. Smiling he placed his own hands over hers and pressed them firmly to his vibrant skin.

“Continue Sam,” she commanded dropping her hands and indicating that she wanted more.

“As you wish.”

And he did.

Turning his back to the bed Sam lowered the Santa jacket off one shoulder and gave Cait a smouldering, knowing look over his shoulder as he let the jacket fall down his arm and let it hang half off his torso. Turning back to face her he slowly removed the other sleeve stopping every so often to blow her a kiss as more and more skin was tantalisingly revealed to her eyes. Caitriona licked her lips as her Santa Baby was soon standing in front of her with a totally naked chest with rippling muscles so toned and perfect that it made her hitch her breath. Without severing her gaze Cait barely managed to hold up the phone to snap another picture. Sam raised a little eyebrow when he heard her laboured breathing and merely flexed his muscles in reply. Caitriona was practically swooning on the covers as her husband continued to torture her with his striptease.

Removing his Santa jacket exposing his ripped muscles of his chest had nearly been her undoing. Her husband was such a conjurer, but at that time Sam had no idea how much his performance had affected her libido, or perhaps it was too many avocados that she’d consumed in the guacamole they’d shared last night with festive season’s drinks. Either way she was mesmerized by the way her hubby had licked his lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in a provocative pose that had her off balance. Oh, my god … how she had wanted him at that very moment. She’d wanted to be the aggressor and suck those lips into her own and devour them until he begged for mercy.

Yet she had lain on their bed in the master bedroom watching, just watching him turn her on and inside out.

Just thinking about it now was making Cait shiver in remembrance of what he did next.

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Caitriona was so sexually aroused and excited that it had taken all of her willpower not to rip those clothes off before Sam had a chance to remove them for her. Her eyes had followed his every move, every gesture of his hands … every removal of another piece of the Santa suit until she was an intoxicated woman … high on the drug he was providing. Her eyes never left Sam’s face. She couldn’t look away even if she wanted to … but she did close her eyes for a mere second or two before opening them to find her Santa Baby staring her down with mischief and intent radiating from his piercing look.

Sam’s tantalising come hither movements had woven a spell around her. She was a goner. Totally enthralled and turned on by her husband’s performance, Caitriona was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, like their cat Eddie to her food. She was ravenous with longing but nonchalantly teased him with her next remark.

“Is that all you’ve got Heughan. Surely you can do better.”

The words nearly caught in Cait’s throat when she uttered them, but Sam was far from finished. His eyes held hers prisoner as he took up her gauntlet. Impressed by his wife’s challenge, he provocatively lowered his hands to the belt buckle of his Santa trousers. Hurriedly releasing the metal hold of the big, black Santa belt, Sam slipped it off and threw it to the floor. Following the path of his fingers Caitriona watched intensively then lowered her eyes to the package in his trousers beginning to show signs of hardening.

“Hmm … Santa Baby?”

“Yes?”

“Take them off.”

A raised eyebrow was Sam’s mute yet roguish reply, his eyes twinkling with mischief at his wife’s brazen request. His fingers inched into the material of the trousers and he tantalising lowered the red fabric down a little but with excruciating slowness. A simultaneous raspy sigh escaped from both of their lips as he did so. Caitriona’s gaze quickly returned to Sam’s, then lowered again as his beautiful hands inserted themselves into the material pushing the trousers down, lower … and lower … until he revealed a cheeky peek of the skin on his hip and buttock.

Quickly kicking off the big black boots, the Santa trousers soon fell to the ground in the blink of an eye and pooled at his feet. Santa Sam was naked … gloriously … magnificently naked except for the quirky Santa hat he still wore on his head. As he’d shirked out of the Santa trousers, Sam moved toward his wife like a predator stalking its prey.

“Oh my … Santa … Baby.”

Feeling a great satisfaction at her breathy response to his nakedness Sam moved closer to where his wife lay only to find that Caitriona had already risen from the bed and was now walking toward him like a beautiful apparition. His wife’s beauty overwhelmed him; she made his heart swell with love and his little performance had certainly been a lot of fun. Sam gazed at his love and he knew that Cait’s heart was beating as erratically in her chest as was his. He felt his body hardening in response to her soft garbled utterance of his name.

“Oh … Sam.”

Before she had even noticed that he was now breathing the same air space as her, a hoarse breath escaped from Cait’s lips. Catching the look in her husband’s eye she sighed as he stretched out his arms towards her.

“You were wonderful. Thank you”

Early Christmas Morning...

She never tired of looking at her husband and Cait cast another glance his way as she lay beside him in their huge, big bed. She could still feel the exquisite touch of her man’s lips and moaning softly touched her own lips with her fingertips. Sam certainly had had her in a spin last night and what happened next was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

All her Christmases had finally come at last.

It was impulsive of her, but she was drawn to this wonderful man like a fly to a spider’s web. She had got up from their bed and rushed into his outstretched arms. She had felt Sam’s body hardening in response to her soft garbled utterance of his name and praise for being such a good sport and performing for her as Santa Baby. He had enclosed her in his arms and she’d hugged him to her so fiercely that her feelings overwhelmed her. Sam had brazenly kissed her devouring her lips as her fine-looking husband had lifted her up and carried her back to their bed.

Cait recalled shuddering at the touch of his skin and the feel of her husband’s body pressed to her own as they fell to the bed kissing passionately. She also remembered licking Sam’s stomach … the taste of his skin was delicious, like ambrosia to her senses.

It was a spontaneous thing to do but it came naturally to her and when he shuddered as her teeth bit his skin she knew there would be more teasing tonight. After several forays of stimulation Sam pulled her up his chest then Santa Baby was kissing her senseless. She’d wrapped her legs around his strong hips capturing him as close to her as possible. She knew that Sam wanted to ravish her as well, but he held back wanting to savour this night as long as possible. Looking into her love’s eyes had nearly paralysed her when she saw the utter longing registered in eyes that saw into the very depths of her soul. Then her love had kissed her some more and her head had spun.

Their kisses were an explosive joining of lips. They couldn't stop … they could never stop. They had both wanted to make up for the lost fourteen days, so they deepened their kisses until each moaned the other’s name in supplication.

Christmas Eve had surpassed all of her expectations and her wonderful husband had given her a present to treasure. Leaning over, Caitriona kissed her sleeping giant and snuggled into his warmth. Placing her arm across his body she nestled into her husband’s side and was soon fast asleep again.

Christmas Morning

As Sam sat on the bed waiting for his wife to wake he couldn’t help but notice that she was smiling in her sleep. This beautiful, ethereal woman never ceased to amaze him and just watching her in repose filled him with such happiness. She usually smiled like that when she was dreaming about them and after last night he was not at all surprised if that was indeed what she was dreaming about. Sam watched his love intently, grinning and thinking that on this Christmas morning he had a lot to be thankful for. Seeing that her foot was poking out from beneath the covers, he couldn’t resist the temptation to tickle her foot and use this method to wake her up, so very gently he began to stroke the sole of her foot with his fingertips. Her toes twitched against his ministrations and she finally began to rouse.

“That tickles Sam,” Cait murmured turning onto her back and looking into the benevolent eyes of the man she loved

“Good morning … my sleepy headed wife.”

“Morning … husband. I didn’t hear you get up.”

Leaning across the bed, Sam placed a tender kiss to Caitriona’s enticing lips. ”It was so very difficult to leave your side but I needed to get your present before you woke.”

“Merry Christmas darling. Thank you for last night,” she replied holding his face tenderly in her palms and gazing into his eyes. “I love you.”

“The pleasure was all mine … I would do anything for you because I love you too. Merry Christmas babe.”

Sam brought the hand that was hiding behind his back forward and holding out his palm presented a beautifully wrapped gift box to his wife. Caitriona’s eyes went from his smiling face to the present in his hand, then back to his face. Her face was beaming with childish delight at the gift Sam had presented to her and she immediately sat up in bed her eyes shining with excitement at discovering what he had bought her for Christmas.

With reverent anticipation Cait took the offered gift and eagerly began to unwrap the present and ever so carefully she lifted the lid off the box. Sam watched as his love bit her lip as she slowly revealed a beautiful velvet box from inside the larger gift box. Cait looked back towards Sam waiting for tacit approval to open it and see what was inside. She was nervous but so excited that her hand was shaking and very slowly she lifted the lid. Caitriona gasped in astonishment at seeing the most beautiful pair of opal earrings surrounded by diamonds that she had ever seen. They were gorgeous and when the light hit them the precious gemstone glittered with a mirage of colours that was dazzling.

Cait’s eyes began to well with tears as her fingertips delicately touched the gemstones.

“Oh, honey they are so beautiful. I love them.”

Sam leaned in and kissed his wife’s forehead and gently brushed away her tears with his thumb. “I’m so glad my love. I saw them in Australia and knew immediately that they reminded me of you. You shine bright like a diamond but nothing compares to the radiance of the essence of you my darling. That is what the opals said to me. You are iridescence personified, my beautiful gorgeous wife.”

“I love you Sam … so very, very much.”

Leaning up to him she placed the box on the bed and with both hands captured his face in her hands. Her lips snared his in a tender kiss and Sam gathered Caitriona’s body in closer to reciprocate.

“Thank you my darling,” she whispered against his mouth, gently biting his bottom lip sensually. Her lips glided up his chin, anointing Sam’s jaw before her tongue erotically swirled against his ear. “I have a present for you too …” Caitriona pulled back and held her husband’s gaze.

“So is my present under the tree babe?”

“There are many presents under the tree for you Sam, but this one is extra special.”

“Oh, that sounds exciting. Where is it honey?”

“Under the bed.”

“Under the bed?”

“Yes … can you get it out for me please?”

Crouching down Sam peered under the bed and pulled out a very large box beautifully wrapped that Caitriona had put there earlier without his knowledge. He placed the box on the bed and sat down on the mattress preparing to open it and see what his wife had given him for Christmas. He smiled at Cait and she returned his smile with an excited but enigmatic grin that made her eyes sparkle. Inside the box he found several different sized presents all lovingly wrapped with tags on them in numbered order and a game of Scrabble crossword that Caitriona had specially made with the lettered pieces to complete the words. Placing the game on the lid of the box, he looked at the instructions and read the first question.

“Fill in the blanks with the appropriate tiles. When did we first meet? …That’s an easy one Cait … at your audition.”

“Correct.”

Sam placed the tiles over the word.

“In what month were we married? … I’ll never forget that day honey … it was the best day of my life.”

Caitriona smiled at her husband as he once again placed the Scrabble tiles over the missing word.

“How many days were you away from your wife this Christmas? … Arrgh, fourteen days too many is the answer to that question babe, and it felt like forever.”

Cait merely grinned as her husband continued to complete the game she had made.

“What happy event will happen by this time next year?

“Ah, that’s an easy one ... I’ll be Santa Baby again.”

“Oh yes, I like the sound of that hon ... but no ... that’s not right. The answer to this question can be found when you open your presents.”

Sam looked up at Caitriona with a perplexed look on his face at the riddle she had presented him and placing the game on the bed, he opened the lid of the box once more to see which present he should open first. The first gift was a pair of mugs with the words Grandma and Grandpa.

“Ha ! Ha! That’s hilarious babe. You know I feel like a grandpa some days after a long day shooting and we will be grandparents on Outlander next year. Is that Frankenstein and his bride? Ha! Ha! That’s us. I love them. Thank you my darling.”

Sam leaned over and gave Caitriona a kiss and picked up the next gift. It was a card with a poem and a picture of something … he didn’t quite know.

“What in the Dickens’s name is that a picture of Cait?” Sam asked searching her face for a clue to this mysterious picture.

She merely smiled at him and said, “Perhaps if you open the next present it will make more sense.”

Sam unwrapped the small rectangular present and when he saw the writing on the box, he was struck dumb. Inside he found the result of a pregnancy test. He looked at his wife who was now smiling from ear to ear with his discovery. Cait’s eyes misted over with tears of joy as she saw the look of bewilderment turn to excited understanding at what her present meant in her husband’s eyes. Sam’s eyes began to well with tears as he ripped the paper off the last two presents, to find a t-shirt with Baby Daddy printed on it and a pair of baby booties.

“Oh honey.”

Tenderly taking Sam’s hand Cait placed it gently on her stomach. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she glanced at her husband. He too was crying but his smile was radiant. He was beaming.

“We’re going to have a baby Sam. There will be three of us for Christmas next year.”

Sam kissed his love, hugged her and kissed her again, laughing and smiling and crying tears of happiness all at the same time.

“I love you Caitriona so very, very much … This is the best Christmas present you could ever have given me … given us.”

Resting his head on Cait’s abdomen Sam cradled his wife’s stomach in his hands, then with such reverence and gentleness he kissed the child they had created with love.

“Hello mo leannan … this is your father talking. I canna wait to meet you.”

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