#it is SO soft and I'll feel so luxurious wrapped in it i swear

[kotilae]

"Oh I can definitely make a full project with this yarn and not lose track of the stitches"

[izvmimi]

cw: fem!reader. minors dni. part of enemies to lovers au. reader is leads spokesperson for and president of an organization that calls for hero society reform. a/n: i'll probably be releasing a few parts to this and this is actually a follow-up with permission to an idea work-shopped with a lovely friend. first part here.

Your first night together doesn’t end up being hasty, heated and heavy in the stall of an overly luxurious convention center bathroom, but in a similarly over-the-top hotel room, the type that swears it’s not a love hotel but doesn’t separate the shower and the bedroom and has too many towels, and even more places to rest your body when you fuck nasty for hours. 

And Deku takes complete advantage of that. By the time the night is over and you’ve regained your senses, your core and everything below feels like jelly and your heart pounds in your chest, but over time, growing up with the unforgiving camera and the sting of negative online opinion, your poker face is immaculate. You’d hoped that Izuku was the type to fuck and fall asleep immediately, but he’s still awake, staring at the ceiling with a smug smile on his face, and you feel as though you should gloat somehow, just to knock him down a peg, but you know your voice will come out raspy and breathless.

He’s doing something with his hands, and you’re not sure what. Fidgeting. This is the time that either of you should leave the bed and go get a smoke, but neither of you smoke, and neither of you really want to leave this bed. You turn and pretend there’s something important for you to check on your phone; when you shift, you see that he’s rested on his side now, watching you with an amused expression on his face, waiting for you to speak, his head propped up by his elbow. The way his skin glows with a thin layer of sweat, and soft red underlies the smattering of freckles on his face, makes your stomach turn again. You see too much of him for the first time tonight, all broad muscles and scars and smiles, careful, gentle hands and wanting mouth. You know that you hate him, hate everything he represents, but it’s hard to quantify that when you’re still damp between the legs.

You have to regain power somehow, you tell yourself. 

“What are you looking at?” you ask. Immature and snarky, you tell yourself, but it doesn’t matter. He smiles. 

“You.”

You scoff but his grin is steadfast. It annoys you. You look at your phone again as if someone could have possibly sent a pressing email at 3 am in the morning. He’s still watching you carefully and you feel analyzed from your toes to your nose.

“You’re not the best I’ve ever had, but I have to give it to you, the pro hero body is at least good for something.” You reply.

He blinks, and you hope he takes offense, but instead an arm pulls you closer. He breathes deep and part of his exhale tickles your face. Your body tenses and you suppress a whimper.

“I still have time.”

Your head spins for a moment but you think quickly. Pulling back just a slight bit - he lets you, easily - you steel yourself again. Perhaps you should leave, even if it’s late, although there’s nothing you want more than to be rendered breathless again. 

“I think that’s enough,” you reply. Your pulse stabilizes, and you resume your mask of stubborness. “Momentary lapse of judgment, not saying I regret it though.”

With that you make your way out of bed, suppressing the urge to wrap your body in blankets so he can’t ogle you anymore, trying not to look at his perfect body bare and lose the resolve to walk confidently out of the front door. 

He sits up, crossing his legs and arms over his chest. A quiet moment passes as your footsteps pad towards the bathroom sink. The water turns on, and then he speaks again.

“You sprayed perfume on your ankles.”

You turn, confused, spotting him again, his gaze dark from your vantage point. He runs his hands through tousled curls and you remember why so many horny netizens bomb your social media, any time you mention the Symbol of Peace in an interview.

“Your point?”

“Your lingerie is expensive and the set matches,” he adds, eyeing remnants of lace strewn on the ground. You follow his gaze, your cheeks burning. 

“Maybe I enjoy the finer things in life?” you reply, lower lip wobbling and you bite your lip quickly, embarrassed. His eyes narrow and his lips curl into a smile. Devilish, unlike anything you’ve seen on television before. Before he says the next thing, you can tell he’s already pinned you again in this quick battle of words.

“Like me.”

Checkmate.

You can’t think quickly enough, instead retreating to turn on the shower, hoping it’s as loud as possible. Drowning him out, drowning yourself out, drowning this moment out of existence.

It won’t happen again.

[hitchyboi]

Dating Havik Headcanons #1

Y'ALL OKAY THIS IS FOR MEEEEEEE XD I NEED MORE HAVIK AND GOD DAMNIT I'LL PROVIDE IT IF NO ONE ELSE WILL!

Oki thank you~

Content Warning- It's Havik. Gore, Blood, Violance, Self Mutilation, one small NSFW bit, Swearing (That's just me)

Cuteness aggression to the max. He can't help it, his partner is so precious when he's hugging them all he can imagine is squeezing them until their ribs break and pierce their lungs. If he's caressing their face, they can feel the way his fingers twitch, itching to dig his nails into their soft flesh.

He chews and bites. A lot. After Scorpion burned his face off he realized his ability to just straight bite things got easier without skin in the way. Will hug his partner from behind and chew on their hair cause he likes the texture. Cuddling? Random bites the entire time and they range from light and playful to you think he's genuinely trying to eat you sometimes. He isn't, kinda. Just likes biting.... Sometimes he may be trying to take an actual bite. Romantic Cannibalism.

His name has become a confusing mix of a disgust and comfort. If anyone ever calls him Dairou he gets insanely mad, remembering his life in Seido in the lowest caste and all the dictatorship over his life. Yet when his partner calls him his name... its almost like a comforting blanket he's never felt being wrapped around him. He doesn't have to be Havik, Cleric of chaos and symbol of anarchy. He can let himself relax for a moment, his worries can drift away for another day. With his partner... he can just be Dairou.

Surprisingly he is a good cook. Now his method of cooking may be a bit... unorthodox. You don't really know what he's cooking with. Or how he even got it in the first place. But give him some meat, herbs and spices and a fire. He'll be able to roast up a good tasting meal.

Has issues with monogamy. Not being faithful part but more the idea of having fidelity forced onto him? He doesn't like the idea of rules or societal norms re-shackling him after he's gained his freedom. If his partner is fine with polyamory or having an open relationship, great. If his partner isn't comfortable, communicating it as a personal preference and comfort level would gain more an understanding reaction from him rather than telling him he needs too.

Man's comfortable as hell in his relationship and partner. Would never tell his partner what they can or can't do or wear cause fuck that shit. You wanna go to a club wearing a sexy ass outfit and show yourself off? He's your hype man. Go out nude, he'd support it.

Will kill a man if someone messed with his partner.

Has killed a man for messing with his partner.

Has a habit of mutilating himself at the most random of times. Almost like the habit of cracking one's knuckles he starts to feel stiff and really uncomfortable if he hasn't snapped or torn a part of his body for a while.

His partner will have to force this man to put on a shirt if they are going out in Earthrealm. He doesn't understand the social norms of Earthrealm and frankly... he doesn't give a shit to learn. He'll eventually put on a shirt if his partner insists for their own comfort

Has tried to fight police officers, many times.

Getting this man to properly bath himself is a hassle on its own. He grew up in a way where bathing was a luxury few could afford so self care isn't something he's well versed or keen on. If his partner insists that they'd join him in the bath or shower then eventually they'll be able to pull his grimy ass into the water. Once he is in the water however, good luck getting him back out.

Lil NSFW~ Any marks his partner makes on his body during night time fun will always be saved on his body. He'll never fully heal them up, scars are like a badge on honor to this man. Now he gets to walk around with more scars and scars that his partner placed on his body from how well he was fucking their brains out.

[hopelessdazai]

Dazai and female s/o being each other first time?

✿ 》Those Promises Of Yours.

╰⧼ 🪻 note.. ⧽ ; I got you anon. coming right up. [ holy shit zai update. apologies for my absence once again, writing hasn't been a priority recently but I'll try to start up again :) feel free 2 send in vague concepts / thirsts pls ]

╰⧼ 🌙 contents.. ⧽ ; dazai x f!reader, nsfw, slight corruption from dazais end but its still all consensual, vague mention of self harm once, dazai can't keep his fuckin promises, slightly rough sex, no aftercare but it's hinted at + he's soft at the end anyway. I suck at dialogue.

dazai osamu was a womaniser, a player anything but loyal.

that was something that everyone had learnt to know and only some could bring to love. this fact wasn't foreign to you, and neither was it ignored. though you certainly hadn't anticipated that he himself was a virgin.

so you found yourself in his lap in your apartment. he'd refused to take you back to his, claiming "a princess such as yourself should have the luxury of familiarity," but you could've easily called his bluff with the stench of alcohol on his breath. the place was probably ridden with bottles and signs of his lowest mental points.

he'd never been good at being vaunrable anyway.

dazai fumbles with your shirt, his hands shakily trying to unbutton them in a way that would hopefully erase the concept he didn't know what he was doing. you took it upon yourself to close your hand over his, giving him a soft smile, which he returned. you could almost smell the anxiety dripping from his body. was he sweating?

"it must be the drugs," he mumbles, finding an excuse. his voice is hoarse, tense, even. nothing like the usual confidence he carried himself with; his tone had never been anything but smug. and you liked this side of him. you loved it.

"you're sober." you respond, your tongue had carried nothing but truthfulness this entire time. and you were nervous too. the vaunrability that was required of both of you was enough to keep your mouth without a lie. he laughs breathily, sliding your shirt from your shoulders and unclasping your bra with only mild difficulty.

"I could be masking, no?" the brunette begins, his hand sliding down under your skirt to tap at the inside of your thigh. your breath hitches. "I've always been rather good at hiding when I'm high. you should know that." you shake your head. he didn't smell like any drug. just him. just dazai.

"you're being too conscious to be high." you respond, working to undress him back. it'd be too awkward if you were the only one shirtless, your mind wasn't foggy yet. but you still couldn't get rid of the ache between your legs. he was all you needed.

dazai doesn't respond, merely wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you into a kiss. he was acting, you could feel it. none of his gestures were the same as how you'd see him treat the ladies he'd woo at the bar. it felt real, raw. you kiss him back.

he helps you undress him, you find yourself in a state where the only covers you both possess are your underwear. completely at each others mercy, vaunrable.

he wasn't sure if he hated it or not.

dazai brings a hand down to pull your underwear aside, collecting your wetness with his middle finger. it almost felt like he himself was adjusting to your anatomy, figuring where he'd have to touch to make you feel good. he'd always spoken about wanting to give you the best experience he could.

you wince at the intrusion as he slides his finger into you, feeling him bend down to gently kiss your forehead as he worked you apart like woolen scarfs in the autumn. the warmth of a promise to carry you through to the next spring. an unvoulentary whimper leaves your lips as he brushes against a certain spot, and you swear his eyes darken a shade.

dazai had promised himself he'd make sure it wouldn't hurt for you. he promised that he'd gently ease you in. he'd promised a lot of things. but after seeing you like this, you might as well slice his pinky finger clean off.

he doesn't quite know what's coming over him when he lays you down on the couch, pulling your underwear completely down and tossing them somewhere in the room, he didn't care. he slides a second finger into you and almost lets out a gasp at how you tighten.

he'd promised to be gentle.

"osamu." you whisper, your voice almost foreign to you. his eyes met yours, then did his lips. you'd felt how desperate he'd become, sloppy open mouthed kisses where his tongue tried to cherish your taste for all eternity. maybe calling him by a name he'd never heard wasn't the best idea.

he pulls away, pulling his fingers out and making quick work of shuffling his boxers off. gently sliding his cock in-between the warmth of your folds, daring to slide in without the prep he knew you would've needed.

the prep he promised.

he meets your gaze, noticing the slight fear in your eyes. he knew it'd hurt you, dazai knew damn well the pain the stretch would cause. but something about those eyes of yours, something about the look of fear. it was almost like he didn't care. he didn't mind breaking a promise.

"..hold your breath." He mutters, gradually sliding himself into you, and you let out a whine, trying to hold your breath like instructed. he felt your nails dig into his back. they'd be nice marks to tattoo permanently, maybe you'd be a healthier method of drawing his own blood. his pelvis pressed against yours

he smiled as you let out a shaky exhale, staying still to allow you at least a small adjustment period. cupping your cheeks as a tear fell down your cheek. fuck. he couldn't even find it in him to feel bad anymore. you were so warm.

you'd only managed to focus your eyes to look up at him for a second, before clenching them shut as he snapped his hips against yours. it stung, you could feel the trickle of blood.

"ah- 'samu-.. wait-!" was all you could manage to say, hearing his breath get heavier as he set himself a pace. he wasn't waiting for you to adjust anymore, he wasn't waiting for anything. if he could prioritise himself once, this was the time.

"shh-.. shh.. 'tll feel good. I promise. fuck-" his voice broke, moving a hand to hold onto your thigh, pushing it up to meet your shoulder. you were never this flexible, it almost stung. but you couldn't do anything but trust him.

and something about it did feel good. even as the burn hit you from more areas then you would've liked; something about the desperation behind how dazai fucked you and how he was using you to relieve his stress. it felt good. you enjoyed to be used like this.

your mind fogged, feeling him hit that one spot inside you repeatedly, you were struggling to breathe. struggling to think straight, struggling to focus on anything but the man inside of you. and dazai seemed the same. his mouth half open and bangs out of order, hanging in front of his eyes. you could hear his heavy breaths and faint whines. and it only turned you on further.

your nails dug into his back, the only sensation you processed was his thumb rubbing your clit as you hit your high, chanting out his name like a mantra as he chuckled, his thrusts becoming rougher before he buried himself deep into you, an unfamiliar warmth filling your abdomen. your vision going white.

you almost blacked out for a moment.

"..sweetheart?" a sweet voice called out as you regained your ability to see. dazai's arms were shaking, obviously struggling to keep himself pinned up over you. his eyes were softer, kinder. a man you barely knew. there was a shine of concern in them.

"..are you okay? shit- did I go too far? 'm sorry.. you felt so good.. you're a good girl.." and all you did in response was smile. he'd done enough, he'd always be enough. though the stickiness between your thighs and loss of fullness as he pulled out was mildly discomforting.

"mmhm.. im fine." you reply, feeling him sit himself back, pulling you up and into his arms. pressing you close to him and peppering you with kisses. "I love you.. s'much.. my baby.. im sorry.. i know I broke my promise. i'll get you cleaned up.."

you just smiled. maybe this broken promise wasn't so bad after all.

[itjazzbicch]

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

Pairing:  Lee Chaolan x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Lee, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Having a crush on Kazuya, his adopted brother, Lee, has always teased the reader for this little crush, but he secretly has a desire and knows that Kazuya isn't the one for the reader...

Requested by: @ambootyos (I hope you enjoy it!)

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Some swearing, foreplay, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), pet names (rose, love, baby)

Word Count: 1.8k 

"Talk about a great fight, Kaz!" There was one thing no one could deny about Kazuya: that he was a great fighter; teasing and winking at him, "If we cross paths in the tournament, take it easy on me, huh?"

Knowing Kazuya since our school days, he was interesting, to say the least, only smirking at me as he continued his way, flaring his nostrils with a:

"Hmph."

Sometimes, he made me feel so defeated. What did I need to do to get his attention?

"Failed again, huh? You are determined. I'll give you that."

Hearing giggles behind me, I knew it was Lee, who constantly teased me about my little crush on Kazuya since he puzzled the pieces together.

"Don't look so upset, my rose," He chuckled, coming up to wrap an arm around me, teasing yet again, "It's his loss, you know?"

"What do you know, Lee?" Rolling my eyes and crossing my arms, he gained my attention for once with his whisper:

"I know that I hate seeing a lovely woman such as yourself, trying to catch a fish that keeps swimming away from you."

Thinking about how long I tried to connect with Kazuya, he told no lies, but I hated admitting that he was right, unsure of what I was feeling as his words cascaded over me with immense charisma:

"He truly doesn't know what he's missing. If I were Kaz, I would treat you like the queen you are, dear Y/N."

"If you were Kaz, huh?" I giggled, trying to tease him as our gazes met, "Sounds like I'm not the only one with a crush."

"Except I'm not afraid to be a little more direct," He had a charm that couldn't be ignored, my blood rushing at the sexiness in his tone, "If I were him, you would've been my girl a long, long time ago."

"But you're not him," Being direct myself, I was testing to see how straightforward he could be, urging him, "So, are you just leading me on, or are you going to make a move, Lee?"

"I'd never toy with your heart. When I make a move," Smirking and kissing my cheek, I heated up, trying to hide my fluster as he winked, "I go straight for it."

I was quiet, but breathing quickly and heavily, nearly casted into a spell as his eyes glimmered past his platinum hair, offering to me:

"So, what do you say? Keep chasing that boy who doesn't want you or be treated by a man?"

"You talk a big game," I couldn't stop staring at his glistening lips, so many thoughts of him invading my mind. There was no denying that Lee and I had a connection, unlike me and Kazuya, and even though he would tease me sometimes, he knew me better too.

"And I can back it up, baby," Grinning brighter, his hand was so soft against my cheek, making his big move as our lips met, and it felt like fireworks were popping off in my head.

He knew how to be tender and make me want more, chuckling at how I gasped when our lips parted briefly, adding a dart of his tongue before he picked his head up to look me in the eyes:

"So, you still want Kaz now?"

"You cocky little shit," Needing a deep breath and looking around, we were alone in the hall, so I grabbed his hand, ready to lead him to my locker room, and warned, "This is your one chance. You better make the best of it."

"Oh, I will," He smirked confidently, switching our direction and guiding me, "Just follow me, my rose."

Following him to his locker room instead, I couldn't believe how extravagant it was, but then again, it was Lee, after all. He didn't settle for anything that wasn't luxurious. Not like any of it mattered, our feet on the gas pedal once the door shut.

When he wrapped his arms around me, the pent-up emotions deep within began to rise, and the thought never crossed my mind till tonight, but gosh, I couldn't stop kissing him, swimming in those silver blue eyes until I noticed that we were in what was like a bedroom.

"You have a whole bed in here?"

"Yes. Resting is important after combat, you know that," Gently placing me back on the bed, his fingertips started toying with the fabric of my shirt, cocking his eyebrow at me for reassurance, "Now, let's focus on something a little more important?"

"If you can handle all this," I winked, stripping down to my panties with his help, burning up from his hands all over me.

"My god, are you beautiful," He whispered, kissing my neck and working his way down while unclasping my bra, squeezing my breasts while placing soft kisses all over them, licking and sucking my nipple while rubbing the other.

The bliss took over me so quickly that I couldn't hold back all the instincts to moan and squirm, naturally grinding upward and feeling how hard he was.

"See how good it is," He murmured between kisses, leading down my stomach, taking my panties and spreading my legs wide, placing deep kisses along my inner thighs, "To be treated by someone who truly thinks you're beautiful?"

Holding a deep gaze, my head started to fall back, his tongue swirling against my entrance, licking up every drop of my slick before getting more out of me with the way his tongue flicked at my clit, sucking as I whined:

"That's so good!"

"And delicious," He hummed, sending vibrations clear up to my head, rubbing up my sides and up to my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples, eating me up like he'd never get the chance again.

"L-Lee," My thighs started to squeeze his head, trapping him in place, and even while buried between my legs, I could tell he was smiling, hands latching to my hips as my mind started reeling, trying to pry my thighs apart for the air, till he pushed them back into place.

"I'm doing just fine," Flicking his tongue rapidly against my clit, I let my thighs suffocate him again, unraveling as he murmured, "Go ahead and cum, baby. All I need is this to make that happen."

My vision was blurring, but I saw how he taunted me with his tongue before going back to licking me up, switching between suckingly kisses before sucking my clit again. It was so hard to breathe, letting my orgasm take me away, my walls clenching around nothing, jaw hanging, and my moans cutting in and out from how mind blown I was, never feeling such a euphoric bliss as I did then:

"Fucccck, Lee!"

"You taste sooo good," Licking up my slick, he was proud to see me so out of it but eased the intense high, rubbing my sides and stomach softly, gently teasing when I finally opened my eyes to find him, "All done, already?"

"I don't think so," Gazing down to his cock fighting against his leather pants, he knew that I wanted it, starting by stripping out of his shirt:

"Anything you want, rose."

I started to feel that outworld-ish feeling, like I was in a dream as he was stripping. How did I never pay attention to how HOT he was? I was so out of it; I didn't realize how I was reaching for him to come closer.

"Touch me. I know you want to," Taking my hand and placing it on his chest, I took in every detail: the softness of his skin, how tone and defined his abs were, going further and further down, "Touch me like you touch nobody, baby."

"Shit-" His cock was so warm and hard in my hand, pumping softly to feel his length and girth, only letting go to enjoy the pleasure of the pink skin meeting between my legs, running his shaft through my folds, both of us moaning:

"Feels so good, already."

"C'mon, Lee," I pouted, wanting him inside me that instant, kissing his thumb as he placed it on my plump lower lip, his tip circling my entrance.

"I can't just ravish you like some beast," He chuckled, coming down to meet me and take in every facial expression I made as he inched his cock into me, walls clenching around his girth instantly. It made the friction so strong, his nibble on my ear sending my nerves wild, "I want to enjoy you, love."

Sharing moans as he began to thrust, I wrapped my arms around his neck, tongues dancing, biting his lip when our hips met, and his cock filled me deep, rocking together and growing the nerve to ask:

"Tell me something, Lee."

"Yes?" Pausing for a moment, I finally asked what I wanted to ask from the moment he first teased me about having a crush:

"How long have you wanted me?"

"A long time," Kissing me harder, he spread my legs a little more, a thrust that flung me upward, making my lips pop free from his and moaning nothing but his name, "But good things come to those who wait."

Since he couldn't kiss with the way I was moaning, he showered every inch of skin he could reach with kisses, raising my leg to push deeper, and I was gripping onto him hard, strong heat coiling in my stomach.

"Yeahh!" I was so full of lust and desire, the part of my mind that held all the truths broke open, praising him, "I'll never want that fool again!"

Referring to Kazuya as a fool boosted his confidence even more, forehead to forehead, as his tip brushed past my sweet spot, having my hand running through his hair and holding tight.

"You have no idea how nice that is to hear," Panting softly, the grin on his face audible, instinctively knowing to open my eyes to find him, "You know I am so much better than him."

"You are, baby!" I wasn't lying; solely focused on him and calling him baby made something take over him, kissing with our tongues till we couldn't breathe, sweat across our temples when we felt the grip I had around his cock, his back tensing at every pulse that waved through my walls, hips arching off the bed as I squelched around him.

"Babyyy-" Thrusting slower and slower, he was shaking and groaning softly, still tensing from the aftershock of my orgasm, watching as he was debating in his mind, not wanting to let the excellent feeling go just yet, "Gosh, the things you do to me, Y/N."

"I'll have to treat you to something nice after this," My chest was heaving as he stopped himself and fought off stronger temptations, head laid between my breast, smiling as I slicked his hair back, kissing his forehead.

"You sweet thing," Picking himself up and leaving me hollow, we both knew this wouldn't be the last time, him being the sweet thing as he kissed my forehead back, "I'll go run us a shower." 

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[minisugakoobies]

Day 4 ❄️ KSJ

Kinks: orgasm control, office holiday party

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: holiday, fluff, smut, established relationship, Coworkers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, teasing, fingering, exhibitionism, grinding, love bites/marking, hand job, orgasm denial/control, pouty Jin, punny Jin, lots of cheek squeezing because Jin's an ass man, references to car sex, references to face-sitting

Word Count: 2.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary:  When your boyfriend won’t behave at your annual office holiday party, you’ve no choice but to take matters into your own hands

A/N: This is technically a sequel to All I Don't Want for Christmas is You!, but it can be read as a stand-alone fic. I missed this couple. Maybe someday I'll finish the true sequel to that story.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

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Day 3 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 5

“Are you ready to go?” 

You poke your head out of your closet at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice calling from the other end of your apartment. “Almost. Can you come here a sec?” 

Seokjin wanders into your bedroom. “Babe?” 

“In here.” 

He strolls into your closet, where you’re waiting, back to him. 

“Zip me up, please?” 

Seokjin obliges as you stare at yourself in the floor-length mirror. Hair and makeup on point. New dress popping against your skin. And the stunning man wrapping his arms around your waist, hair swept from his handsome face, resting his chin on your shoulder while his reflection grins at you is the perfect accessory to set off your look. 

“What do you think?”

He brushes his lips against your cheek. “Gorgeous. As always.” He pauses. “You look pretty nice too, princess.” 

You roll your eyes. “I still can’t believe I fell for your conceited ass,” you grumble as Seokjin laughs. 

“Two years ago tonight, as a matter of fact,” he replies, squeezing your sides before turning you to face him. You smooth down the lapels of his white tuxedo jacket, glad he decided to wear something a little fancier than his standard three-piece suits tonight. Makes the night feel even more festive. 

“I still say you’re the only person on the planet who counts from the first fuck instead of the first date, but sure, two years tonight.” Looping your arms around his neck, you kiss away the smartass remark you know he’s formulating, giggling against his lips when he helps himself to a double handful of your ass. 

“It was a very special night. Deserves celebrating.” 

He’s not wrong. That night two years ago, the night you made that classic mistake of surrendering to your feelings and sleeping with your work enemy, turned out to be one of the best nights of your life, and led you to here, standing in your luxury apartment with the love of your life, on your way to the annual holiday party held by your company, Worldwide Sound. Held by you, since you and Seokjin happen to own the company together.

Seokjin pouts as you break the kiss, lips even redder than usual thanks to your lipstick. As you wipe it away, he sighs. “Can we just go put in a quick appearance and then leave early?” 

“It’s kinda frowned upon for the hosts to ghost on their own party,” you reply, grabbing your clutch. 

“I know. But I don’t feel like socializing tonight. I just want to be with you.” 

You’re touched by his soft admission. Seokjin’s a social butterfly, always up for grabbing drinks with friends or taking clients out to dinner, so for him to want to spend tonight at home with you alone is very sweet. 

“Aw, baby,” you coo, cupping his cheek lovingly. “As much as I’d love that too, we made a commitment, so we need to follow through. Come on. Let’s go rub some elbows and schmooze some new clients for a few hours, and then we’ll grab a few leftover bottles of bubbly and some of those tiny cakes you love and have our own little celebration here.” 

He beams. “You promise?” 

“I promise.”

Your office has been transformed into a winter wonderland, with giant Christmas trees and bright string lights everywhere. Fake snow adorns the hallways, and a makeshift dance floor in the center of the workspace has been lit to resemble an ice skating rink. Caterers flit between your guests, offering delicious holiday treats like mini gingerbread cheesecakes and little rose pavlovas that look like tiny pink snowballs. 

Snatching another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, you smile at one of your contemporaries from a rival company while you survey the room. Everyone who is anyone in your industry is here. Tonight couldn’t be more of a success. 

“Babe,” Seokjin appears at your side, slipping an arm around your back. “I just talked with the manager for Triptych. They want to set up a meeting to discuss signing with us.” 

“Well done!” You press a kiss to Seokjin’s cheek. Triptych is one of the hottest rap trios around, and your company has been trying to get them to sign for weeks. “I’ll give them a call on Monday.” 

“Great. So can we go now?” 

“Seokjin.” You give him a look. “It’s only been an hour. The party’s not even half over!” 

His lower lip juts out again. “But I’ve done my schmoozing. I just got us Triptych! And I’m tired of rubbing elbows. I can only fake laugh at one of Sejin’s terrible jokes so many times. You know he always tells the same ones,” he complains, referring to your former boss from Beyond the Sound. You’d invited him out of professional courtesy, but had managed to avoid him all night. Apparently, that was because he was busy talking your boyfriend’s ear off. 

“I’m sorry, I really am.” You wave a caterer over, and select a mini cake from their tray, handing it to Seokjin. “Here. Refuel yourself. Just a little bit longer, and then we’ll be done.” 

He stuffs the cake into his mouth and swallows it in one bite. “But wouldn’t you rather sneak out of here early? Hmm?” The hand on your hip slides down, cupping your lower cheek through your silky dress. “Ask the driver to take the long way home, and keep the partition up? Like we did after Euphoria’s last album release party?” 

Heat crawls up your neck at the memory of that night, when the first band you’d signed had released their fifth album. It was an instant hit with critics and fans alike, and to celebrate it climbing the charts, you’d climbed into Seokjin’s lap and rode him all the way home. 

“You know I’d love that,” you nearly groan, and nervously clear your throat, trying to maintain your composure. “But we can’t leave. Just hang on a little bit longer, okay? I promise, I will make it worth your wait.” 

He sighs, and pouts again, but you stand resolute, cocking an eyebrow, and he nods, realizing you’re not going to cave. 

Spotting a potential client across the room, you slip your arm through his. “I think that’s Indigo over there. Time to turn on the charm!” 

“You imply that I ever turn it off,” he retorts, but he lets you lead him over to speak to the singer. She invites you both to sit at the table where she is currently sitting alone, nursing a peppermint martini.

Though you know he’s disappointed that you won’t skip out on the party with him, Seokjin still brings his A-game to the evening. His charisma is half the reason your company is so successful (the other half being your shrewd business sense, including knowing exactly how and when to deploy your charm bomb of a boyfriend). While he regales Indigo with one of his funny stories, effortlessly bewitching the talented musician, you take a moment to admire him as you watch him work his magic.

And then you feel his hand running up your leg through the slit in your dress.

Thanks to the tablecloth, his arm is out of view of anyone else at the party. Indigo starts explaining about her plans for her next tour, and you nod along, wanting to pay attention, but your mind is unable to focus on anything but the sensation of Seokjin’s rough fingers gliding up your smooth thigh. When Indigo pauses to take a sip of her drink, you shoot him a warning look. 

Seokjin just grins, and then his fingertips brush against your clothed crotch, tracing your folds through the satin. 

Instinctively, your hips jolt forward, seeking more of his touch. You cover your reaction with a sharp cough. “Excuse me! I think I have a little bit of cake caught in my throat.” Grabbing your champagne flute, you glare at your boyfriend over the rim as you take a swig. His smirk is the only warning you get before his fingers slip beneath your panties and against your nether lips, spreading the dampness that is starting to gather there. 

“The last time we spoke, you said you were looking for new representation. Has that changed?” Seokjin asks Indigo, attentively leaning towards her as he waits for her answer. Meanwhile, his fingers tease you under the table, circling around your clit but not touching it, slipping along your lips without parting them. It’s maddening, how close he is to fingering you. For so many reasons.

“It has not,” Indigo smiles. “That’s why I’m here tonight. And I’ll be in town for a few more days, before I jet off to Paris for the new year. Maybe I could stop by this week to talk business - let’s say on Tuesday?” 

“What do you think, dear?” Seokjin turns his gaze on you, just as his fingers finally slide your lips apart. “Does that work for you?” 

One of his fingers hovers at your entrance, tip just prodding there. Indigo waves a caterer over, clearly giving you a minute to discuss with Seokjin. And yes, there is a discussion going on between you and your boyfriend, but it’s nonverbal, and it has absolutely nothing to do with any future clients. Seokjin grins, still prodding. Your eyebrow rises, just a fraction of an inch, just enough to tell him to do it, if he dares. 

He dares. 

You gasp as he sinks his finger in, pushing all the way to his knuckles, and try to recover with an effusive response. “Ahhhh think that would be lovely!” Your smile feels a little too tight, which it is, since you’re gritting your teeth in order to avoid moaning from Seokjin’s plunging digit. 

Indigo beams. “Perfect! I’ll call your assistant to let you know when I’ll be dropping by.” 

“Here’s to having something to celebrate!” Seokjin lifts his glass to clink against Indigo’s as his other hand thrusts into your slick heat. When his thumb presses over your clit, you set your flute on the table. 

“Oh, Indigo, I’m so sorry, but would you excuse us? We’ve got to get the toast set up!” 

The singer nods as you suddenly scoot your chair back, pulling away from Seokjin’s fingers as you rise. Wrapping a hand around Seokjin’s bicep, you yank him to his feet and march him towards your office. 

“Are we doing a toast?” he says, glancing at you with a baffled expression. But you don’t answer, keeping a tight grip on his arm until you reach your destination. By the time you’ve locked the door behind you, his confusion has cleared. “Baby, I-”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you push him against your desk until he sits on it, then hike your dress around your waist so you can straddle him, and mash your faces together. He whimpers when you suck on his tongue, hands coming up to grip your hips and grind you down onto his growing erection.

“You’re such a pain in my ass sometimes, you know that?” You lick along his jawline, enjoying the way he squirms beneath you. 

“Yes I do,” he grunts, emphasizing his point by rutting smoothly against your cheeks before giving you a sharp poke, then laughs at his own dumb joke. 

“Goddamn it, I cannot believe how much I love you,” you groan, tone dismayed but heart overflowing with affection for your ridiculous man, and you shove your mouth against his again. 

“Mmmph love you too!” he murmurs between kisses. “Does this mean we’re leaving?”

“No, we can do this right here,” you state, rolling your hips again, voice getting breathy as your clit drags against his bulge. “What’s the point of having an office with a door that locks if we never use it?”

You fumble with the belt on his pants for a few seconds before loosening it enough to gain access to the button beneath, freeing him as quickly as you can. He springs forth in your hand, which you bring to your mouth to lick before covering him again. 

Seokjin moans when you start to jerk him off. He leans back on his palms to watch, hissing when you gently fondle his balls with your other hand. “Shit, princess, you’re so good at that.”��

You laugh, twisting your wet fingers faster around his hard length. “I know, baby. Just add it to the list.” 

“Mmmm,” he replies, head lolling back, exposing the long line of his elegant throat, prompting you to slide forward and nibble on the soft skin there. “Ahh!” he cries when your light nipping turns into a stinging love bite. 

“You know what I’m really good at though?” you ask, rubbing your thumb over his head, collecting the drops clinging to the slit in his darkened skin. He doesn’t answer you, too caught up in how good your hands feel. “Being patient.” 

You go completely still. 

Seokjin raises his head with a whine. “Why’d you stop?!”

Planting a kiss on his plump lips, you release him and then gingerly climb off the desk, carefully smoothing your skirt out. Thankfully, it’s not too wrinkled from your actions. 

“Because. All I’ve asked you tonight is to be patient, and instead you attempted to fingerbang me in front of a client.” Folding your arms in front of you, you nod at his crotch. “Now clean yourself up. The party’s not over.” 

“So you’re punishing me for not being able to keep my hands off you?” Seokjin argues, but you just shake your head, seeing right through his attempt at using flattery to get you to continue.

Once he’s stuffed himself back into his pants, you wrap your arms around his back, hugging him close. 

“It’s not a punishment, baby. It’s a preview.” He looks dubious, so you kiss him, letting your lips erase his doubts. “I promise you I’ll finish the job, and more. But not until later. So will you please be patient now?” 

He studies your face for a moment before responding. “Okay,” he sighs. “I’ll be good. But only if you promise to finish it on the ride home.”

“I will.” 

“While you sit on my face.” 

You smile. “Only too happy to.” 

“And then when we get home, you put on that little number I bought you on our trip to Paris. You know the one? With the garters?” He’s still pouting as he makes his requests, but his lips keep twitching, eyes crinkling with mischievous glee as always. 

“Fine, I promise. But stop milking it.” 

“No, no, you’re the one who’ll be doing the milking.” 

“That’s it, we’re breaking up.” 

“I love you, princess,” he grins. 

“I love you too. Now get out of my office.” 

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[cheerstotheelites-if]

I'm imagining MC trying to get their homework done but Emery who wants to play and has been begging MC to come play with him has only got a negative answer from MC. Seeing that this method won't work he starts to annoy MC by getting in their way so MC will leave the boring stuff behind and start playing with them.

Emery is just feeling lonely since MC has been very busy with studying for the coming midterm exam period🥺

I honestly cackled because the timing of this couldn't be more perfect because my midterms are just around the corner. I'll make this a bit short.

You've been sitting here for three hours, trying to keep your cool as Emery pokes your arm. Your books lay in front of you, open on the same page its been turned to hours ago. Your midterms are coming up in a few days, and, frankly, you just want to study so you won't fail or have a panic attack from being unprepared.

"Can we play now?" He asks for the nth time already.

"No, Emery," you answer flatly for the nth time as well.

Gods, you're starting to regret not accepting the study group invitation from Fleur. You would've been in her luxurious living room, served exquisite snacks, surrounded by the rest of the gang while studying, and most importantly, peace and quiet.

You hear Emery grumble as his pokes become more aggressive, moving you slightly each time. You look at Emery, annoyance and frustration already at its boiling point. You want to yell. You want to scream. To shout at Emery to stop bugging you, so you could just be alone and study in peace. Gods above, you're already so close to putting and locking Emery in another room just so he can leave you alone.

"Emery," you start, a deep sigh leaving you as you try to calm yourself. No, you aren't going to scream at a child. Despite you being angry at his actions, he doesn't deserve it, and surely he has reasons why he's doing this. Thankfully, Emery stopped poking when you called for his attention. "Can you please tell me why you won't stop poking me?"

At that Emery lowers his finger, looking down in guilt and shame. You're unsure if it's from your question, or from whatever exasperation your face is holding.

"It's lonely." He replies in a soft mumble, pulling at his suspenders.

"Lonely?" You turn to face him fully, brows knitted in confusion. "What do you mean? Mom and dad are here with you downstairs."

Emery shakes his head. "They're not you. I dunno... it just feels... different."

You sit there in silence for a while. It's understandable that he would feel that way, seeing how he's always surrounded by teenagers and adults, and never kids his age. He has no other choice but try to understand what all of you are even saying. No one has time for childish games, when there are homework to be done, exams to study for, groupmates to yell at, and work and classes to attend. You're the only one who's willing to still be childish with him, to let go of your responsibilities for a bit, drop the funny teenage lingo he can't understand, and just be... normal around him and have fun.

You bend down, picking him up from under his arms and put him on your lap.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone, Emery," You say, voice gentle and soft as you give him an apologetic smile, "I'm just busy with boring school stuff, you know how it is..."

He doesn't say anything, head still downcast and hands still pulling and fiddling on his suspenders.

"Tell you what, when I'm done with my boring school stuff, we can do whatever you want after." Emery perks his head up when you said that, eyes going wide.

"Really? Do you promise?" He asks, his happy mood coming back again. He lifts his pinky up. "Pinky swear?"

You chuckle and wrap your pinky around his. "Pinky swear, Emery."

A grin spreads across Emery's face, and he lets out excited squeal as he hugs you, his tiny arms wrap around your neck. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

You hug him back, a smile on your face. "Anything for you, Emery."

[the-drunken-huntsman]

Hi remember this post? Well I turned it into self indulgent angst. Enjoy.

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Night settled on Solstheim and the couple retreated to Severin Manor. Teldryn started in the kitchen to prepare dinner but Anais, too tired to eat, went immediately to the lower level and into their bedroom. So there he was, cooking and eating in the quiet of the home, though by now he was used to quiet. She'd been all but silent as they made their way from Tel Mithryn, and he didn't blame her. But it was hard to gage how she was feeling. Contemplative? Angry? Upset? There was no way to know the dragonborn's exact feelings.

He cleaned the kitchen and made his way to bed, his feet feeling heavier with each step he took. The bedroom was dark, save the single candle that still burned on his night table. She was lying down and faced away from his side, but it was too dark to tell if she was still awake. He made himself comfortable and climbed into bed.

The back of her head offered no reprive from his thoughts of why didn't I tell her? Is she angry? What do we do now? But when she shifted suddenly the thoughts stopped and he held his breath as he expected her to climb out of bed to spend the night in the spare room. She, ever unpredictable, instead turned into him to wrap her arms around his waist and bury her head in his chest, their normal night time ritual, and he let the breath out in a relieved sigh. Maybe the night will just be as normal and they'll talk in the morning-

"Why did you keep it from me?"

Dammit. "I... I wasn't keeping it from you." He peered down to her but she kept her face firmly planted beneath his chin and out of sight.

"So then why not tell me? It just never came up? Because I never asked?"

"Anais, I..." He thought hard about what he wanted to say, "No one's recognized me since probably before you were born. It's just become normal to not talk about it." He sighed and moved to wrap his arms around her in return, feeling an immense rush of love as he held her and continued, "That part of my life is over. I don't want to think about it anymore. Now I have you. You gave me my new life and that's all I want to think about. It's all I ever think about now, how I wake up next to you and it's all I've ever wanted. I love you."

She finally lifted her head and even in the dim light, he saw the tears pricking her soft white eyes. "Are you mad?"

She looked away and shook her head. "I can't be mad at you. I'm just... I guess I'm just jealous. You get to separate that part of your life from me but I don't get that luxury. I have you and it's beautiful and amazing but I still have to go save the world and it hurts. I can't be mad at you because gods know I'd do the same if I could. You were the Nerevarine and then you married me. I am the dragonborn and I've married you. I can't change that."

He took her face in his hands and brought her forehead to rest against his. When she leaned into his touch he spoke again, "Love, I'd have given anything to have had you by my side then. And I swear to you no matter where you take me on this journey of yours, I'll be everything to you I wish I'd had and anything else you need me to be. I know it's hard but I'm here and you won't have to do it alone. No more secrets, I promise."

She leaned to close the gap between them and brought him into a sweet, quick kiss as she smiled against his lips. "Thank you. I love you too."

He smiled back and turned away to grab the candle and blow it out, enveloping them in darkness as they settled into sleep.

[brxceliiande]

SNOWMAN [RUNNER CONLEY X F!READER]

YEARNING FOR THE FEELING OF HOME, WILBUR AND Y/N DECIDE TO MAKE THE MOST OF A SNOWY NIGHT.

genre: fluff / slight spice

warnings: slight spice/smut (mostly just making out)

word count: 1.5k+

NOTE: this has been in the drafts for awhile, contemplating if i should post it or not but its now or never!

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Fire crackled and the frosted windows fogged up. The living room was quaint and soft music played on the radio, a small sofa and coffee table in front of a fireplace. Candles lit the room, adding to the warmth. It was quite luxurious. Something Y/n wasn't used to.

Pulling the blanket over her feet, she held a cup of hot cocoa in her hands. One would think she was finished with heat from being in the Pacific. The hot sun and the jungle. It was everything but. It was a different warmth in the room than that place. It felt loving and peaceful, almost like the nights she spent with Wilbur under the sky on those islands.

The dark sky with sparkling stars, the only peace she experienced in that place. The soft whistle of the wind caught her ears and she stared at the moon from the tent she rested in with her squad. Fighter planes flying over made her sleepy, considering it should do the opposite.

In the colder nights, Y/n would sneak into Wilbur's tent he shared with his squad and get on his cot. It was small and uncomfortable, but both did not care in the slightest bit. His arm would wrap around her shoulders and she would bundle up in his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

It was odd being back in Buffalo. Y/n didn't have to suffer in the cold, nor was afraid of loud noises, or worry about an enemy jumping out from behind a tree. Wilbur and her didn't have to share a cot on cold nights and they weren't awakened by gunfire or motors. At least not real ones.

Clanking in the kitchen caught her attention, followed by swearing.

Grinning, Y/n pushed the blanket off her, placed the cup down and walked into the kitchen.

“Not as easy as it looks, now is it?” Y/n said, leaning against the archway.

Wilbur turned around, dish towel on his shoulder, cigarette in mouth and held part of a broken plate.

“I’ve washed dishes before, it slipped out of my hand” Wilbur said, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile.

Walking over to her husband, she grabbed the plate piece out of his hand and placed it down. Pulling the plug in the sink, the water drained revealing dirty dishes and the broken parts.

"I'll finish up here," Y/n said, glancing at him and beginning to pick up the pieces,"Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

Gazing at his wife, Wilbur backed up and turned up the radio as their song played. I'm Glad There Is You by Julie London played softly as Wilbur continued to turn the volume up.

Failing to conceal a smile, Y/n turned to her husband who walked over and grabbed her by the waist. Hugging from behind, Wilbur rested his head in the crook of her neck, beginning to sway together as the music played.

"Remember when we danced to this on our wedding day." Wilbur mumbled as they swayed, "You were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, swaying in your dress and that smile…"

Turning in his arms, Y/n hung her arms around his neck.

"And you were the handsomest man that day, in your suit." Y/n said, making them both smile as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Don't lie, Leck was by far the best looking-" Wilbur teased.

"Oh yeah, definitely." Y/n played along, making them chuckle, "Especially when him and Lew decided to have a drinking contest."

"I thought he would win. I bet my money on him-"

"You bet money on him?" Y/n asked, tilting her head in thought, "Oh, so that's where the twenty dollars came from"

Wilbur rolled his eyes and laughed along with Y/n.

Pulling away from the counter, they danced to the song. Y/n rested her head on his chest and Wilbur pulled her closer. They slowly turned and swayed until the music became quieter and the host announced the next song.

Sighing, Y/n leaned into Wilbur's chest and looked out the frosted window. Lifting her head, she smiled and motioned Wilbur to look outside.

Snow began to fall past the window, contrasting the dark sky. It was the first winter they had since they got back from the Pacific. It was almost like seeing it for the first time once again. Eye watering, Y/n looked up at Wilbur and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Her hands rested on the back of his neck and Wilbur held her waist, pulling her close once again. Deepening the kiss, his hands wandered downward until they rested on her bottom. Y/n grinned into the kiss and ran a hand through his hair. Lifting her leg, he rested it on his hip and backed her up into the dining table. The radio was drowned out and the dishes were forgotten. Placed onto the table, Y/n wrapped her legs around Wilbur as he cupped her face and pressed another kiss on her lips.

Pulling away, they rested their foreheads on each other. Cupping his face in her hands, Y/n placed one last kiss on his lips before smiling.

"You know what I think we should do?" Y/n said, both her and Wilbur's chest heaving. Wilbur hummed in response as he continued to pepper kisses on her face, slowly going down to her neck.

"I think we should go and build a snowman."

Wilbur paused and pulled away, rested his hands on either side of her and looked at her.

"Why would we do that now?" Wilbur asked, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

"Because…" Y/n said, poking a finger at his chest, "There should be enough snow outside and we both haven't built a snowman in years!"

"This is Buffalo! We barely have enough snow each year!"

"Come on! Let's just do it this year! It'll be fun."

"So you don't care if it's small and ugly?"

" Why would I be? I chose you didn't I?" Y/n teased, resulting in Wilbur to smile and pull her into a kiss.

"You are on thin ice there, sweetheart." Wilbur laughed.

"So," Y/n started, "Shall we?"

"I guess we shall."

Jumping up from the table, Y/n raced to the doorway and put on a coat, hat and gloves before reaching for the doorknob. Wilbur cleared his throat, causing Y/n to face him, and motioned to her feet, which were in socks and shoeless.

"No need to rush, the snow is not going anywhere."

Flushed from her excitement, she quickly put on boots and glanced at Wilbur, who stood and watched. Raising an eyebrow, she crossed her arms.

"What are you waiting for?" She asked, Wilbur responded with a smile and nothing else before following right behind her.

Met with a cold breeze, Y/n ran down the steps with the snow crunching underneath her boots. The moment felt surreal, in the moonlight with snow falling and making a snowman with her husband.

Husband. Facing Wilbur, she grinned and ran to hug him. She never thought when she joined the army as a nurse, she would come out of the war with someone like him. Butterflies filled her stomach everytime she looked at him, he was funny and smart, and treated her like no other. It wasn't like that when they met. They met when Wilbur got malaria, she was the nurse closest to them and from then on, she always checked on him.

The simpler times.

Balling snow in her hand, Y/n created the base of the snowman before rolling it to make it bigger. As the snowball got bigger, she stopped and picked up another until they had a small snowman in front of them.

Standing back, they admired the tiny thing. It was barely above the knee, had two stick arms and a rock smile. It was slightly lopsided, which Wilbur saved by saying it was 'dancing'.

"It looks just like you." Wilbur said, earning a nudge from Y/n.

Leaning into his side, Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. It was the first night she didn't feel her chest tighten or a lump in her throat. It was complete bliss. The shadows of the jungle couldn't scare her anymore. Instead of seeing an enemy about to stab her when she closed her eyes, she saw complete darkness. Who knew making a snowman would help? She doubted it was the snowman, but rather the man who held her close under the night sky like he did all those other nights.

"We should go in now." Wilbur said, pulling his jacket tighter around him and shoving his hand in his pocket.

Humming in response, Y/n opened her eyes and locked her arm with his as they walked inside.

"Will we continue from earlier?" Wilbur asked, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"In your dreams!" Y/n said giggling, lightly pushing him away.

Wilbur embraced her and placed a kiss on her forehead. Y/n grinned softly and melted into his embrace. Who knew a snowman could lead to something so warm?

[sweetestlamb]

Something New

Summary: Joon young comes home to a surprise that leaves him winded and bothered. 

A companion piece to “You’re My Favorite Song”. 

Living together is harmonious chaos, that's the best way he can describe it. Song-ah fills all the spaces he never realized were empty, the kitchen is always well stocked, flowers suddenly appear in a vase he never knew he owed and his bed is warm, warmer than it's ever been. It's the happiest he's allowed himself to be in a devastatingly long time.

She seeks him out the moment she enters the apartment, the soft patters of her feet echoing on the floor as she searches for him calling his name,"Joon young ssi, are you there?" Sometimes he doesn't answer just to watch the adorable glee that fills her face when she finds him, twin dimpled grins on their faces.

"You're here."

If he can help it he'll always be here. Losing her once was more than enough, all those lonely nights spent never knowing what would become of them. Revealing his true feelings had been terrifying, like playing a new piece at a competition for the first time. Desperately hoping that a judge would give him a ten, but for her it would happily risk it all. She was his favorite song.

Waiting for her to finally move in had been torture, he cleaned and then cleaned again. The day she'd finally moved it, rain was pouring from the skies in a sheet, drenching everything in it's wake. Thankfully he had his umbrella and together they walked through the rainy streets, giggling as the skies thundered above them.

Her eyes sparked as she looked up at the very umbrella she'd gifted him. He'd kept his promise of carrying it everyday, sequestered away in his backpack no matter the weather or forecast.

They discuss things he'd never thought about before, like which side of the bed they prefer.

"When you slept alone which side did you sleep on?" She questions from her position on the edge of the bed, she looks flustered, unsure eyes darting all over the room.

He almost chuckles. There's always a nervous current of electricity that roars through their relationship.

"Hmmmmm." He ponders as he makes his way over to her, plopping down beside her before cocooning her hands in his. He loves how small her hands appear in his grasp.

"Joon young ssi?" She presses as he becomes entranced in the vision of their fingers interlocked. She tugs at his hand after a long pause and he smiles at her before shrugging, "I don't care. As long as you're beside me."

She blushes so prettily that he can't resist the urge to kiss her, in an instant he has her flat on his- no their bed, her hair spread out like black silk as he caresses her soft cheek and pushes a hungry tongue into her sweet mouth. They kiss until he's breathless and his heart is racing, "I can't wait to wake up to this everyday." He whispers awed by her and how much love fills his once empty heart.

He never wants to leave her.

Thus it is with a heavy heart that he accepts a concert in China, it is a small intimate performance and the pay is too decadent to decline. He needs to start saving if he intends to give Song-ah the wedding of her dreams, despite her incessant that she wants something simple. She deserves nothing short of perfection.

Her pretty pout saturates his vision when he informs her that he'll be leaving in a few days. Curling around his arm like a housecat, head fixed on his shoulder as he walks around the room picking up essentials and clothes.

"I won't be gone long." He promises leaning down to kiss her forehead through the fringe of her bangs.

She only sighs and pushes in closer to him, so he says no more allowing her to mope a little, he can't say he doesn't love how much she wants him around all the time. He hides a grin in his collar.

"Don't smile. I'm serious, I'm going to miss you. Why would you smile?" She whines pulling away glaring at him, he can't contain his joy and he chases after her tickling her when he catches her. Sadness is pushed aside that night replaced with airy giggles and guffaws.

The morning of his trip is far more forlorn, he longingly gazes at her in her sleep dress and the bunny slippers he bought for her months ago.

Precious.

"Call me when you land." Their hands swing back and forth, as they prolong their inevitable separation. Looking into her eyes, deep warm pools that shine with her love and that gives him enough fortitude to finally pull away, albeit reluctantly.

"I promise."

He wraps her in his arms, smelling her fragrant plum body wash and a scent that is irrevocably Song-ah, imprinting it in his system.

"I love you."

His insides churn at her soft declaration whispered into his skin, painting him with her love.

Embracing her ever tighter, he draws back meeting her head on.

"I love you too. I'll miss you, I'll miss you so much."

And with that he's out the door and hours later he lands and grabs at his phone to keep his promise, chatting about his flight and his plans to get something to eat.

A driver has been sent for him, a sign with his own name greets him at the airport and he tumbles into an expensive car, small luggage beside him. His hotel is luxurious with marble floors and gleaming crystal chandeliers, but it's lacking a certain petite violinist ergo it's nothing compared to his apartment.

The week blurs by before at long last it's time for his concert, it's an easy enough song and it doesn't take much practice before he's mastered it. The audience watches in awed silence before erupting into boisterous applause, he bows and diligently plays an encore before hiding away in his hotel room.

The day of his flight, he checks the airline website to see if there are any earlier flights, wincing when he sees the price increase. But with resolve in his shoulders, he confidently confirms the change because calling the front desk.

Hours later and a cup of coffee to combat his lingering fatigue he's back on Korean soil. He could kiss the ground he's so elated.

It's early when he lands, the sun has barely risen bleeding swirling majesty in the horizon and he eagerly hails one of the many cabs outside the airport knowing that if he rushes he'll be able to catch her as she wakes, sleep warm with bed head.

Handing a tip to the driver, he tugs at his luggage before bounding up elevator to their apartment. It's not until he's outside the door that he remembers to breathe, inhaling deep breaths that do nothing to stop the pounding of his heart.

I'm back.

Fetching his keys from his pocket, he opens the door an inch before poking his head through. All is quiet.

He slips into his slippers, leaving the luggage behind to be dealt with another day. He has more pressing matters such as holding his fiancée in his arms and kissing her until her lips are sore.

Turning the corner he peers at their bedroom door, slightly ajar and peeking inside he sees a sleeping Song-ah wrapped in a cocoon of blankets wordlessly beckoning him closer. He doesn't resist the call.

Sitting on the bed he watches her face, slackened in sleep only her head visible in her deep slumber. Long lashes fan out on her downy cheeks, smooth and plump to the touch as he strokes them. Then there are her rosebud lips, pink and oh so inviting and her delicate nose all contributing to his favorite face.

"I'll wake her in a moment. I just want to look." He says to himself, raptly drinking her in after a long week of being without her.

Seconds turn to minutes which stretch on until the sun has risen fully and he's still watching her, captivated.

Finally nature calls and he creeps off to the bathroom, careful not to wake her.

He walks back to the room, shirt discarded now as he dons a loose shirt and sleep pants, comfortable and free.

With a sigh he lifts the sheets, crawling under and immediately feels drowsy from the heat captured inside the blankets. He lays flat on his back, twisting his head to peer at her once more. Still gorgeous.

As if feeling the shift in the bed, she turns into his heat before cuddling into his side, he gulps at the sensation of her soft flesh pressed into his arm. Then with a whine she spins again, drawing the blanket off her shoulder and that's when he sees it.

The sun peeking through the blinds cuts a line straight down the bed and she's glowing under his gaze.

He almost swallows his own tongue when he fully takes her in. White lace floods his mind, and when she spins onto her back he pulls the sheet back up, covering her swiftly. His skin feels hot and thin as he pants, heart rate suddenly skyrocketing. Her nipples, he swears he could see them teasing through the material.

She sleeps peacefully next to him, not knowing the wildfire she has started.

Then it gets worst.

"Mmm Joon young ssi."

He straightens at the first murmur of his name, staring at her with wide eyes. She's flushed now, cheeks rosy red but her eyes are still tightly shut, still deep in sleep.

"Please."

His cock jolts to attention, he has no cognizant thought or control. It's uncontrollable at her utterance and the memory of the glimpse of her chest his body frizzles to life and arousal crashes over him like a tidal wave.

With a groan, he clamours from the bed rushing to the bathroom but his feet become tangled in the sheets and with a loud thud he crashes onto the floor.

Whining in pain he untangles himself, sitting up then her head appears above him. She stares at him, mouth opened in shock.

"You're here!"

He wants to answer, remembers what words are and remembers when he was able to effortlessly use them.

Now is not one of those moments.

Because now he can fully see what he only got a glimpse of before, a white lace baby doll dress curled around all curves, her nipples peeking through the semi transparent material of the lace. The bottom fans out and exposes a berth of naked skin, the rest is hidden from his eyes.

Suddenly she realizes why his eyes are straying, peering down at herself before gasping and clutching the blankets to her chest. He feels an uncanny urge to cover his eyes to alleviate her stress.

Silence shrouds over them thick like molasses as they both avoid each other's eyes. Her image is still burned in his retinas, he'll never forget it. Ever.

"I'm back. I took an earlier flight." He answers her question, trying to regain a semblance of normalcy.

"Oh. I didn't think you'd be back until later."

That explains her attire somewhat, he's never seen his modest girlfriend wear anything that... seductive before and while her enjoyed the view her discomfort is palpable.

Nodding in understanding, he begins to stand up pointedly not looking at her as he backs away.

"I'll-.... I'll go."

He walks to the door, resisting every urge to turn back and kiss her, devour her and see just how far down the lace goes and how it spreads generously on his thighs and what exactly she's wearing on the bottom. Temptation sings in his blood.

Days of missing her make leaving particularly difficult. But he'll never do anything without her explicit consent.

Twisting the doorknob, one foot out the door as blood rushes to his head he propels himself through the door but then she calls out.

"Joon Young ssi!"

His limps are frozen, suspended in time. But still he doesn't turn around, he doesn't trust himself not to run into the bed with her and give her more reasons to gasp his name like that.

Stop being a pervert.

"Don't go."

He shivers at her breathy request, knowing he's stuck now there's no way he's leaving this room but staying seems like torture with her looking like something out of one of his wet dream.

He spins around, gaze pinned to the ground before hightailing to the singular chair in the room, both too far and too close to the bed.

Nervously he wrings his hands, uncertain how to continue but then she's speaking again.

"I'm sorry."

His head snaps up at her apology, eyes immediately locking on her face compressed in sadness. He stares dumbfounded, forcing himself not to look down.

Finally he finds his voice, "Why? Why are you sorry?"

She looks down at his question, drawing the blanket back around her body almost shielding herself before she answers, "I....made you uncomfortable. You don't feel comfortable in our bed....I'm sorry."

Song-ah is so smart when it comes to work planning his concerts and effortlessly putting together events for the Kyunghoo foundation, meticulously piecing them together and stepping back into the shadows so the performers get the full spotlight. But when it comes to this relationship, to them sometimes she can be quite obtuse, thinking the worst instead of seeing the obvious.

The obvious lays rigid and long between his legs.

Before he can correct her misconception, she's speaking a mile a minute taking his silence as confirmation of his supposed discomfort.

"You weren't supposed to see this, it was a gift from Min Seong. I shouldn't have taken it but I thought I could wear it when you weren't around, practice looking like this....I didn't know if you would like it. But now I know, I can change so pleas--"

Standing resolutely he blinks down at her, her mouth drops open at his sudden movement.

In three large steps he's right beside her, her heat wafting off even through the blankets, teasing and calling to him.

"I like it."

She swallows gazing up at him in wonder, her bottom lip caught in the hard grip of her teeth.

"I like it a lot." He repeats, and now the blankets falls from her grip, immediately he sits on the edge of the bed bringing them face to face.

He can't resist the urge to glance down while this close.

He groans at the sight. Still perfect.

"You like it?" She whispers, different then her usual tone when she's testing him, pushing to see if he's being completely honest or if he's fluffing the truth to make her happy. She sounds terrified that he might be lying.

He reaches out to gently hold her face, letting all the love and arousal wash over his face allowing himself to be vulnerable with her, only her.

"I like it. No, I love it." He answers emphatically and when she whimpers almost shaking in his hold he can't control his body's reaction, the overwhelming need to comfort her. Dragging her close he wraps her in his arms, tugging her head into the heated skin of his neck.

"Song-ah ssi."

"Yes?" Her breath falls in warm puffs on his skin.

"I think I like it too much."

He can almost feel her blushing through their hold as she burrows deeper into him.

Hiding his face in her hair, he takes calming breaths that are all but useless with her in his arms, he hadn't thought this through. The need to soothe her overriding his decision making.

Then she starts to pull away from his hold and he blinks in surprise, caught off guard by her face a blush still stains her cheek but gone is her kicked puppy expression resolve blooms in its wake.

He just stares in confusion, awaiting for next move.

Slowly, she pushes the blankets further down her body and his heart thumps as each new inch of skin is revealed, his fingers are knuckle white in the sheet.

The bottom is a small panty, a barely there triangle that does little to cover her but it's the garter belt that undoes him, stretch tight around her hips and holding up her matching white thigh high socks. All he can see is white, his brain seizures as her attire is completely exposed to his ravenous gaze.

His head falls in absolute defeat before he looks back up at her with pleading eyes, drinking her in like a man lost in the desert.

"Can I....is it okay if I...." Unable to finish his sentence he almost screams in frustration, there was no preparation for this. They've had sex, loud breathtaking tumbles in this very bed with her wet warmth pulling him into the abyss but right now he feels shaken, he's been the one to initiate all those moments. Song-ah has never been this bold. It's making his head spin.

As if privy to his inner monologue (read. suffering) he suddenly feels a soft hand grip his own, after a moment's hesitation she tugs at his hand before placing it on her leg.

Her smooth stocking covered leg.

He runs his hand up her calf, folding over her knee before landing on her thighs, there's a couple of naked inches between the high stockings and her hips, he pauses as he reaches the intersection.

His hesitation drags by, as he tries to rein in his arousal. Too many images are flashing in his mind, he's scared to overwhelm her with all the feelings pooling in his body.

"Joon Young ssi? Are you okay?"

He honestly shakes his head in decline. He's nowhere being okay.

She takes a shuddering breath before speaking, "You don't really like it. Why did you tell me that you did?"

Wrong, again.

With a loud scoff he grabs her thighs, hardening at the plush flesh beneath his hands before pulling, hard. Tugging her down the bed until she's laying flat and he crawls over her, straddling her hands tight on her hips. She's gasps at the rough treatment, gaping at him with wild eyes but her body curls into his own.

His erection is impossible to miss in this new position, tenting the front of his loose sleep pants moisture starting to soak through at the tip.

"I like it."

She stares wide eyed at the obvious.

Its pointed directly at her, confirming how much he in fact likes it.

She squirms in his hold and at the brush of her hip on his hardened cock, he stiffens sweat breaking out on his forehead and shoulders.

"Song ah ssi, can I keep touching? I want to touch everything."

She's always sexy to him, all the time. When she's cooking dinner in their tiny kitchen apron fastened around her slim hips or when she's focused making plans on her phone, brow furrowed in concentration. There isn't a moment when she is not the sexiest woman in his eyes, but seeing her in lingerie has unlocked a secret desire he never knew he had. There's something irresistible about her like this, he knows the mental deliberation it took her to wear this and her fearlessness and devotion to him is the sexiest thing of all.

"You're so sexy."

She wouldn't be his Song-ah if she didn't peer at him with wide eyes so he takes it on the chin and simply smiles. He'll prove it to her everyday if she'll allow him.

As if opposite ends of a magnet their faces gravitate towards each other, first just a gentle brush of lips but he can only contain his lust for so long and he tilts her head forcing them into a deeper, dirtier kiss- filled with tongue and moans. Instinctively he grinds into her and at the silken feel of her panties he jumps, precum beading at his tip as he's reminded of what she's wearing.

When he breaks free of the kiss, she's staring at him dazed and he needs to make her scream, make her purr his name like she'd been earlier whilst lost in her dream, longs to make what had made her so pliant a reality. 

With laser focus his gaze falls to her breasts, moving his eyes to her face he runs his hands up her ribs, watching her twitch before his hands are on the peripheral, close but not quite touching where he wants to.

She's heaving now and he's mesmerized, anticipation clings in the air.

He cups her breasts, squeezing them in his large palms watching the lace mold around them, her dark red nipples staring at him and he moves down without thought to taste them, popping a tightly curled point into his mouth, sucking through the thin lace. Her moan is symphonic, loud in his ears as he tongues and pulls at her hungry now, starved even releasing only to devour its twin- pulling that until she's breathing his name over and over.

"Joon young ssi, Joon young ssi!"

Moving swiftly he pulls back only to draw his shirt over his head, his skin is boiling hot and the way she gazes at his naked flesh makes him puff up a little.

She strokes across his chest and he leans into the touch, swaying and lightheaded all of his blood flowing southward.

Then her fingers trail down his chest, past the flat lightly muscled expanse of his torso pausing on his hips, now she's looking at him for permission and instantly he nods, head bobbling up and down so quickly his neck twinges from the movement.

With a nibble to the bottom of her lip- a move he's now wrecked by she yanks off his pants leaving him bare. His cock swings free, knocking into her hand before settling close to his stomach.

Delicate she wraps her hand around his swollen head smearing his own juice down the length of his erection, stroking from tip to root in a move that has him seeing stars.

He can't control his hips that thrust into her fist, too turned on to do anything but feel and react.

Shifting lower he thrusts into her, his wet tip sliding across her warmth and her grip on him loosens as she cries out on the bed, eyes shut and mouth wide open.

He leans down further to catch her lips in another kiss, slower this time just languid serpentine movements.

Simultaneously, he grinds into her core surging at the wetness that he feels there. When he feels her hands at her side he glances only to see her take the thin straps of her panties, knowing what comes next.

"Leave them on."

"Leave them on?" She stutters out, pausing at his command.

He nods, "Yes. I like it. I like you in them."

She shivers at his voice which has dropped an octave since they started this dangerous game.

He rolls into her again until that isn't enough and pulling one hand away from her breasts, he fingers at her panties stroking her lips through the material before sliding them to the side, bearing her sweet flower to his view.

"Oh."

That's all she can manage to get out before he pushes a finger deep inside, tight wetness consumes him and he groans at the implications.

Rocking into her his cock presses at her opening, gliding across her wet hole and boldly she thrusts back lifting her hips off the bed and tugging him in by his shoulder, when his swollen head pops in beside his finger he almost faints from the sensation his brain unable to process anything except good good fucking good.

With a slight push of his hips he's slicing through her until his hips smack into her ass, her legs now wrapped around his waist.

Then they're crashing into each other, wet obscene noises filling the room as he slams into her catching her hands and pushing them into the bed beside her head as he dismantles her, grunting as she bucks beneath him her sweaty bangs sticking to her forehead.

Her breasts jiggle in their lace encasement and he fucks into her and pinches at a nipple that pops free, leaning down to mouth at it as his rhythm never slows, the bed is now squeaking staccato beats from all the movement, in out in out innnn out.

He peppers her face with kisses as she begins to shake in his hold, breath hitching as he pumps into her relentlessly reaching down to rub at her pearl and almost collapsing when she screams and tightens around him, her hands hopelessly scratching at his back before they fall limp on the bed, and she's still.

He allows her a brief moment before pushes in as deep as he can go, her fluttering walls dragging him closer to the end and then she breathes his name and it's all he can take, he's shuttering into her painting her walls white as his vision blares and he finally does collapse into her, she wraps her arms around him stroking him in long calm waves.

"I love you, I love you, I love you."

She paints his skin with her love once more breathing it into him, he tries to remember what life was like before her but nothing comes to mind, she's filled all his empty spaces leaving him whole and restored. There was nothing before Chae Song-ah.

[shelby-love]

#10 KOL MIKAELSON

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Reader

A/N: I'm actually a Kolvina shipper guys but nevertheless I'm still into Kol. Davina is one lucky ass gal if you ask me; also this is set when Hope was 7

Original link: 1st Birthday Bundle

"I come bearing gifts for my girl!" Kol Mikaelson strides in the Abattoir with several bags in his hands. Each one belongs to a luxury brand of clothing everyone has heard of.

Even though you're stationed in the semi-crowded kitchen his voice still makes it's way to your very human ears.

"Miss Mikaelson," You adress the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. "I trust you with this cake. Do not disappoint me!"

You give her cheek a big kiss and with caution walk towards your boyfriend's voice, leaving her behind under the supervision of her mom.

"Why so loud Kol!" You take in the sight of him. His grinning from ear to ear and shaking the bags he has in his hands. "No you did not."

"Oh yes I bloody did, my love." He replies sweetly, like he hadn't just spent thousands of dollars on your gifts. "Happy birthday."

"A kiss was enough but thank you. I seriously don't deserve you." Since his hands are occupied you take it into your own to cup his face and press a thankful kiss on his soft lips.

"No. I don't deserve you."

"Okay now, Kol and Y/N, please cease this love overflow. You're making me feel quite sick." The fimilar voice that belongs to Klaus makes your eyes roll in their sockets. The two of you stay quiet to give him a look and he takes that as you obeying him. "Thank you."

"I will stake him I swear to-" Before he can continue you press your finger to his lips, halting whatever words were going to leave his mouth.

"Call truce. It's my birthday Kol. I don't want dead siblings around the house just because you butted heads." You warn him before you hear your name be called out from the kitchen. "I'll tell you what... Dump these bags in our room and join me and Hope in the kitchen. We're decorating the cake and I'll find you some work to do."

Your plan seems spotless but his pout tells you otherwise. Confused, you instinctively start to look for answers within the bags in his hands. You're very quick to find the reason for his sudden sulking.

There's a pink Victoria's Secret bag with bright pink wrapping paper poking out. You can only imagine the pieces he picked out for you.

"I tell you what," You whisper seductively. "Help me celebrate a PG-13 birthday and then the two of us move the party upstairs where things can get a little R-rated."

"I like the sound of that my love. Happy birthday once again."

And with that he speeds of into your room making you blush furiously at the thought of what's to come.

[limenysnocket]

●The Blush Bet●

Pt. IV: The Do-Over

Summary: After finally getting his feelings out in the open, Taika decides that it's right about time that he takes (Y/N) out for a proper date. He calls it a do-over for the last one he took her on.

Request: @honorarytenenbaum

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol and quite a bit of car se- I mean, smut.

A/N: Hehehhh, I've had this idea in my head for the longest time. Peak Taika time, you guys. Drunk Taika time... Touchy feely Taika time... a bit of riding Taika time... OH, this is the last part, by the way. I'll stop bothering you with this story. Lol

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You stared at the new dress in the mirror. Pure white, strappless, slits down both legs and a lovely, black belt around the waist. Taika outdid himself this time and, a lot like the bad date he took you on, he didn't tell you much about where you were going or what the night would entail, but you couldn't be any happier than you were now.

You smoothed out the bottom half of the dress and tucked a sweet little hair behind your ear. For once, you were happy to be dressed up by someone else. You couldn't help but be a little nervous, though. You were always so nervous before dates, even if you knew the guy pretty well. You just had a tendency of worrying about tripping over your heels or going to the bathroom then come out with the back of your dress tucked into your underwear. You had nothing to worry about this time, but you still worried.

Your phone suddenly went off and made you jump. You reached for it, a gentle smile on your face as you read the notification.

'I'm outside, darling. Hope you're just as excited as I am! ;)'

You giggle to yourself, tuck your phone in your handbag and take one last look at yourself, as if you thought there was a massive smudge in your makeup that could ruin your night. You put on a smile, fix a little uncomfortable place in your heel, did a little body wiggle and went to your door and opened it.

Your smile got wider. The man of the hour was standing right in front of you, dressed in a navy blue tux and a snow white rose in the breastpocket. His hand was holding yours, the moment he saw you and he brought you closer with just a simple beckoning tug.

"Your boyfriend must have wonderful tastes, because that dress looks absolutely amazing on you," Taika purred with a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Well, my boyfriend is pretty wonderful," you hummed back and softly tugged your hand away so you could wrap your arms around his neck. He set his hands on your waist and leaned down to press his lips against yours. Your bottom lip was encased in his and you felt his hands creep away from your waist, to your hips, then to your ass. You had to pull away from the kiss before he could do that, "No, no, sir. We can't do that yet. We still have a date."

Taika only half groaned, but you knew he didn't mind. He must have made one hell of a reservation if it even made him pass up the opportunity for sex.

"Your ride awaits you, madam and sir," you heard someone call from down on the curb and you leaned to look past Taika, who briefly moved to look with you.

"Holy shit-- You brought Robert too?" You smiled and looked up at Taika. He was grinning and biting his bottom lip slightly.

"Just wouldn't be the same without him. I'd miss him if I didn't let him drive tonight," Taika said, taking your hand in his and escorting you down to the curb.

"Good evening, miss!" Robert greeted you with a very bright smile and a tip of his cap.

"Robert, my lanta! You have no idea how great it is to see you!" You smiled right back at him. "Did you ever get together with that one woman you saw outside that restaurant?"

"I actually did," Robert smiled. "Never knew a chap like myself could get a date at my age! I'm actually going out with her, tonight, thanks to Mr. Waititi!"

"Oh, really now?" You cocked a brow and grinned over at your date who was casually and quietly enjoying the banter he wasn't involved in.

"Wanted him to have a little fun too, doll. I was gonna tell you, don't be surprised when we end with a new driver back home tonight," he smiled down at you and nudged you with his hip.

"Well, no time to waste! Your evening awaits you!" Robert bounced on his heels then opened the door. Luckily, it wasn't an old fart limo that you were riding in tonight. It was a sleek, black, luxurious Mercedes that he was taking you in tonight and you were extremely flattered with all the effort Taika was putting in for you. It almost turned you on... almost.

During the ride to the more rich side of town, Taika kept his hand on your thigh and gently rubbed every now and then. You would turn and give him a cheeky little grin and a wink. You knew he wanted a little something before he left for the night.

You expected to pass the big fancy restaurant that he had teased you in front of, but when you ended up parking right in front of it, you nearly got whiplash from how hard your head snapped in Taika's direction. "Pulling the same joke twice isn't funny, Waititi!" You pout, almost and he snickers.

"This isn't a joke! Richard, tell her this isn't a joke, so she'll believe me!" Taika said, almost in an exasperated tone.

Richard turned the car off and in a very merry voice he said, "It's not a joke, miss! He even showed me his online ticket to prove he had a reservation this time!"

You're face was expressionless for a very long while. It was like Ross whenever he found out he was the father of Rachel's baby.

"You promise this isn't a fib?" You ask the man next to you, quietly. Your lip was softly quivering.

"I have no reason to lie to you anymore," he said back with a very warm gaze and a matching smile. His fingers interlocked with yours and he brought it up to kiss the back of your hand again. Gosh, you loved it when he did that.

Richard eventually got the two of you out of the car, and you waved goodbye to him, side you wouldn't be seeing him after dinner. He told you that his date was waiting for him down the street, then waved you off as well to have your pleasant evening and pleasant dinner with Taika in the most expensive restaurant in the entirety of L.A.

You could practically smell the money on the people around you while they stuffed themselves fat on cash salads.

"I swear, if they end up taking us down to a sub-basement or something for people who want to think their eating rich, I'm going to flip my shit," you said teasingly while you secretly looked around at the sparkling chandeliers with much awe and admiration.

"I don't even think this place has a sub-basement, so you're in luck!" Taika laughed as he pulled you along, up to a waiter where he flashed him the reservation on his phone. The waiter, dressed in a deep red vest and black slacks, nodded at the confirmation, grabbed two menus then escorted you to your table, which just so happened to be on the second floor. Lucky you, you got to go through the little archway leading to the stairs, gayly dressed in evergreen leaves and electric lights.

As you sat down at your seat, you took the time to admire the place even more. The food made your stomach growl, the lighting cast upon Taika's face made your heart flutter and you were dressed ever so perfectly. Wow... just a week ago, you could have never imagined Taika doing something so lavish for you. Now, it felt like every act of kindness he did for you was a gift from the king, himself.

"Enjoying the scenery, darling?" You heard Taika say from across the table and it caught your attention in a flash.

"How can I not be?" You said, giving him a warm, wide smile. It made him melt, you could tell. The look he had made it easy to spot that he was falling deeper in love with you, right before your very eyes. He reached over for your hand and once he had it, he caressed it with his thumb. He continued to hold it while he spoke to you, all the way up until the scheduled bottle of wine arrived and the waiter was back to take your order...

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"I don't know about you, but that sirloin certainly stuffed me," Taika giggled at his own alliteration and you laughed along too, as he guided you back down the lavish stairs and back out the arch. Your arm was hooked around his, and while you both made your way out the building, you talked about whimsical story ideas that both of you brewed up together and wouldn't probably pull through with, but it was still so much fun to see what stirred within your collided imaginations. The real reason you were hanging off of each other is, because both of you happened to be quite wine drunk at the moment, and didn't care enough to notice.

You both reached the curb and were still bubbling away, since the Mercedes was running a tad slow, but all was well.

It eventually fell quiet between you two and your just stared into each other's eyes, exasperated with how much you both just shared with each other and taking a few moments to look back at the story you created. It was a mixture of feelings, jotting out in random directions, rough around the edges, but soft as an angel's wings. You couldn't be happier with it.

"Before we start taking notes," you said, laughing and tucking a stray strand if hair behind your ear, "I just want to say... I think this is the best date I've ever had. No, I'm not trying to inflate your ego, but... You deserve it this time. I'm proud of you, Tai, as weird as it is." You giggle at your own speech and lean in to kiss his forehead. Instead of his forehead, however, you come in contact with his lips instead, by his own devices.

He kissed you wantonly and almost needingly. You willingly fell prey to the kiss and slipped into a coma-like state where his lips were the only thing you needed to keep living. When you two parted, you panted and blushed immensely. You could taste the wine on his lips. You both had quite a few glasses, you'll admit...

His cheeks were a salmon color and his eyes were now glossed over, lips the lightly stained with your lipstick. You found yourself blushing even more at the sight. "So," you said with a hiccup resonating in your chest, "my place or yours?"

"Oh, sweetheart, I don't think we're even going to make it to either of those places," he smirked down at you and bit his lip. You gulped, because the sleek Mercedes pulled up right next to the two of you and a brand new driver hopped out and opened the door.

Taika pressed a feather light hand on your back and guided you into the backseat of the car. You could have sworn you felt his hand hovering over your ass at some point in time.

Once the two of you were in the car and the door was shut, it was all dark and very quiet, except for the slow breathing of you and the other two people in the car and the quiet radio, turned to an oldies station.

Your heart rate seemed to increase. You felt Taika's hand slither over to the slit in the leg of your dress and he quietly felt around it, until he slipped his hand completely under it. You said nothing, but you couldn't help but reach for his sleeve, encouraging him on. If this was going to happen, you needed to remain quiet.

He teased you for the longest time as the car creeped through slow traffic. He didn't start getting down on you until you had reached the first stoplight of what you might say be fourteen or so on.

His fingers teased your clit through your damp panties and he rubbed the cloth in slow circles. You had to bury your face into his arm to stop yourself from begging him for more. He suddenly nipped the shell of your ear to make your breath hitch and he chuckled, "Such a good girl~, being all quiet for daddy~." His other hand has now joined the games and started to grip and massage your warm thigh.

Taika continued to drive you insane by teasing the hem of your panties, not knowing if he should mess with the real thing or not. He wanted to be patient, Taika did... but Drunk-Taika was never a man of patience, as far as Taika, himself, knew.

You were so close to moaning, biting down on Taika's sleeve, whenever he suddenly yanked both of his hands away from you, leaving you a horny mess, beside him. You looked up at him in the dark, confused and a little upset, but he said nothing and waited until the next stoplight.

The car peeled into a stop, slowly, behind other cars. Taika made quick work of unbuckling both your and his seatbelts. Now, you were curious.

Taika dug around in his wallet for a moment, pulled out a couple hundreds and leaned forward so his head poked up right beside the driver, who was startled by the encounter. "I'm going to pay you a very big tip," Taika said to the driver in a very low, husky voice, "and you're going to let me fuck my girlfriend in the back seat. How does that sound?" Taika waved the large sum of cash in front of the man's face. You heard the driver gulp, then you saw him nod through the faint blackness.

"Good man," Taika chuckled deeply and set the cash down in the cup holder. "If I catch you looking back, it's getting taken away." Taika warned him, but didn't warn you as he sat back down and grabbed you by the hips as the car started to move again. He sat you on his lap and he nearly ripped the zipper on the back of your dress down, then tore the entire thing off of you.

"Told you we wouldn't make it~," Taika growled seductively and it made your walls really start to soak as he licked his chops like a feral dog, right in front of you.

"T-Taika~," you breathed softly by his ear, so he would be the only one to hear it.

"Always so shy in the beginning," Taika sighed and, yet again, without another warning, he smacked your ass, making you yelp. "What's the name I go by, when we fuck, doll~? I want to hear you say it."

"D-Daddy~," you moaned a little louder this time, so you didn't have to whisper.

"Good girl~," Taika smirked within the darkness. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours and this kiss was much more feral than the last one you received from him. He bit your bottom lip and tugged at it, his nails scraped across your thighs and he shoved his tongue down your throat. He was holding nothing back with you and it made you desperately moan. It was surprising that even the driver wasn't leapfrogging the car all over the place and was managing to keep his cool amidst the sinful sounds you made with only your mouth.

You felt Taika's hand creep up your thigh and to the hem of your panties again. Instead of just tugging them down, he decided to be slow and push them down, all the while feeling up the newly revealed skin.

His lips departed from yours, so you could breathe and also so he could start leaving deep hickeys all across your skin. "You're daddy's little slut, aren't you~? You and that soaked pussy, all just for me~?" He growled and bit harder, causing you to moan out and shake. Upon getting no real response, he grunted and slapped your ass again with his rough palm. "You better answer me, babe~. Otherwise, this can go on all night long~."

You gulped and finally found enough consciousness to nod. "Yes, daddy~," you moaned and you could practically feel the driver shuddering in the front seat.

Taika's strong erection poked at your thigh and he bucked against it from time to time. "Wanna go for a ride baby~?" He purrs to you, against your ear once more once your panties are all the way off and his other hand occupies itself with unclipping your strapless bra, just so he can see your breasts bounce whenever you start your ride.

You nod eagerly and quickly go after his belt, the drool only making your neediness all the more crystal clear. He lets you do your thing, smirking and watching you as you go after his cock like a wild animal. You eventually get his pants down low enough to where his cock springs free and you manage to tear off his suit jacket and tie in the process.

He gripped onto your hips and started guiding you down to his tip whenever the case came to another stop.

"W-We're here, sir..." the man mumbled from the frontseat, quivering, worried about what he just interrupted. Your turned your head to see that the car was now pulled into Taika's driveway. You were disappointed for a moment and a moment only, until Taika grabbed your chin and forced it to face him so you were making intense eye contact with him again.

"Drive." Taika said, his eyes still locked onto yours.

"What?" The man said, nearly forgetting his oath to not turn around and see the scene playing out in the backseat.

"Drive. Around the block or some shit... this won't take me long," Taika growled again, this time harsher. Your throbbing cunt was waiting for him, so you didn't mind. The driver took a moment to register everything before nodding and getting back out on the road again.

The moment the car started to move, Taika's grip intensified, then, he no longer hesitated to let you hover. He full fledged slammed you down on him and you let out your most sinful moan yet of his nickname.

"Yeah~. You like bouncing on daddy's cock, don't you~?" He growled and made you start moving, just to get you going. Once you were at a pace both you and him liked, he slipped his hands from your hips and to your ass, sinking his nails into the soft flesh while the two of you made love in the back of the car. He slapped your ass a couple times. Sometimes, to the point where it was almost beat red. It may have been, if you could see the color through all of the inky blackness surrounding the two of you.

"Fuck~, you're a fucking goddess~," Taika hissed through bared teeth, "Such a tight pussy~. God fucking damn it~."

His sultry moans started to match yours as time passed by and by. Loud, wet slaps of skin on skin and the sounds of your dirty panting filled the car with nothing but disgusting nature. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you were almost positive the back half of the car started to rock beneath the intense amount of force.

"Taika~ You're cock is so fucking perfect~. Fuck~!" You cried out, burying your face in his neck, only to be tugged away by a tough grip on your hair. You hissed, but you went quiet as you looked into Taika's brown eyes that stared into your soul, that dominated you, that owned you and that tight little pussy of yours. All of it was his and he was about to make it cum.

"T-Taika~. I don't know how much longer I can hold~," you moan in his ear as your bouncing becomes a little desperate and a lot rougher, to the point where Taika puts his hands back on your hips to control the wavering speed.

"Beg for it~," Taika said lowly. You could tell he was close too, by the familiar pattern it he pulsation of his cock.

"Please, daddy~. I want this, I need this~. Please, let me cum all over your fucking perfect cock~," you begged him with whatever strength you had left in your body.

"Cum for me," Taika said after a long overdue stare at your bouncing breasts, "do it right fucking now~."

His command was fulfilled in the next few seconds. He felt your juices squirt all down your thighs and a little dribbled onto his pants, but that was alright. He didn't mind one bit.

Now, it was his turn to make his thrusts turn reckless and violent. He shoved himself up into you, panting and moaning your name while he got you over the hills of your scream-filled orgasm. "Where do you want me to cum, doll~?" He growled during the last remaining seconds of his powerful fucking.

"In me~," You begged, wanting to feel him fill you up like the slut you are this time, and you were glad to see that he was happy to oblige. The next thing you knew, you felt strings of hot seed filling your walls and painting you white. That whiteness seeped down your thighs and dripped onto the car seat. The hot stink of sex filled the car and it got to the point where the driver cracked a window, once you two were finished.

Hot damn... you're going to have to make bets with Taika more often...

[toldbymae]

𝐆 𝐑 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐮

C H A P T E R  O N E: BEGIN AGAIN

Fandom; Choices stories you play

Pairings; Ethan Ramsey x Mc (Lucky-Rae Longford)

Summary; Emotions are the luxury you can’t afford as a Doctor, consider this something Ethan Ramsey learned early. When the sun sets, all hope seems lost. That is, until a wide-eyed young intern tumbles, quite literally, into his life and the sun has never shined brighter. 

Warnings; Swearing, Graphic descriptions of injury, Alcohol consumption, NSFW, Character death, Violence, Mentions of stillbirth, Physical abuse.

Word Count; 1.4k (1,467 including this and the above.)

Author Note; This story is an au and starts at the beginning of open heart book one. The storyline won't entirely be the same, some aspects will change eg; Miss Martinez won't end up dying because of mc...instead it'll be because of someone else. In this story, you’ll hate Landry even more.

𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆; 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀.

Enjoy!

LUCKY-RAE

After a six and a half hour flight, Lucky got off the plane and made her way through security, grabbing her suitcase and making her way through the crowd of loud and rowdy people. Most of them wore a smile, running into the arms of friends and family, while others were crying and watching as they bid goodbye.

Life is something precious.

It's strong and yet, it's so fragile and easy to take away.

The automatic doors opened and, almost instantly, she was hit with golden rays of the sun. Boston, she smiled and began venturing down the street.

Lucky couldn't wipe the irreplaceable smile off her face, nor did she want to. This is going to be the start of something new. Something good. Something...unimaginable.

The sudden vibration of her phone drew the redhead from her thoughts as she hastily grabbed it out of her pocket.

Landlord guy; 27 Ilford terrace, be there at 3 pm and I'll give you your keys. NO LATER.

Lucky; Sure thing

She tucked her phone safely back in her front pocket and called for a taxi, told him the destination she was heading to, and sat comfortably in the back seat, after putting her luggage in the boot, with the much-needed assistance of the driver.

25 minutes.

The car set off and Lucky leaned her head against the window, watching everything pass her by.

A smile crept back onto her face.

It's happening, it's finally happening. All these years of dreaming, believing, and working hard have led her to where she is right now, where she will be in the future.

Edenbrook Hospital, one of, if not the most, prestigious in the country. Widely known for its efficient and dedicated health care and team.

It hadn't always been her dream to work there, nevertheless, Lucky was determined now more than ever, not to allow the past to cloud her judgment or decisions.

All the people she'd save...all the people she'd be able to help...and those who she can't save...

Seconds descended into minutes which soon felt like hours and the taxi pulled up outside her new home. She thanked him, paid, and dragged her suitcase behind her as she walked up the steps and patiently waited for her landlord to arrive. She spotted him making his way down the road, wearing a blue shirt and loose-fitting black trousers.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person Mister...."

"Just call me Farley." He said delving his hand into his over-sized pocket and fishing for the keys.

"Thank you, I promise to take good care of the property...Mister Farley."

He laughed, "I know you lot will."

She paused, you lot. But there's only one of her...

"What did you mean?" She asked.

"Oh..." He laughed again, "Go inside and you'll see, Doc."

And she did. She unlocked the door and trekked up the stairs and wished there was a lift.

Lucky's breath was instantly taken away. The view was simply spectacular, the apartment was spacious, too spacious.

"This isn't all for me, is it?"

"Turns out you really are as smart as you look." He retorted, turning his head and pointing out all the other bedrooms which would be accommodating other people. Lucky shifted uncomfortably.

"Don't worry." He reassured, "I'm sure you'll get along with them just fine." Without another word, Farley departed leaving Lucky alone.

Her momentary peace was interrupted at the sound of voices and the door flying open. Five people walked in, luggage trailing after them, and meek smiles.

"He really wasn't lying..." Someone moaned, a slim and tall man with wild curly, hazel nut-brown hair, with baby blue eyes.

"I got one can't wait!" The voice of a short, brunette squeaked, smiling from ear to ear. Lucky couldn't tell whether or not she was being genuine.

"What are the odds of us all Woking at ED?" Another woman rolls her eyes and makes her way into the kitchen and raids the fridge.

"Well...I guess I should introduce myself?" The uncertainty in her voice caused Lucky to internally cringe.

"Lucky." She extends out her hand and the small girl, no taller than her, shakes it.

"I call dibs on the largest room." Says the girl whose name Lucky is yet to know, who is currently stuffing her face with a chocolate bar, "I'm Jackie, that's Sienna, Elijah, and Landry."

"Pleasure to meet you." Lucky replies. Sienna smiles at her, "I think we're gonna get along just great and I love your voice, are you, Welsh?"

"Irish, from Killarney."

"Well, is anyone hungry might as well order something." Elijah says getting his phone and looking up nearby takeaway restaurants.

Hours of talking and unpacking later, the interns sat at the table eating pizza and watching TV, feeling nothing except mixture exhaustion and relaxation.

"There's this bar down the road called Donahue’s, wanna go?” Jackie suggests, earning the attention of her new fellow roommates.

Landry shrugged, “I mean I don’t mind...but we’ve orientation tomorrow so...let’s not drinking too much.”

“Alright, let's go.”

...

ETHAN

The bar was still and quiet as the diagnostician drank the last of his whiskey and motioned for the bartender, his long time friend Reggie, to get him another.

"You sure you want another?" Reggie asks, hesitant.

Ethan almost instantly nods and the sound of voices filling the once empty bar drew him from his thoughts.

One in particular caught his eye.

Her laugh sounded like a melody he could listen to every day.

Her eyes, glassy, pure, and ruby green. So beautiful and mesmerizing.

Her hair, long, curly, and auburn shade of red.

Her freckles, as golden as the sun, spread across her face like stars in a midnight sky.

Ethan forced himself to turn away, unable to get the image of her out of his head.

He wouldn't see her again.

Or her dark red lips, so kissable.

He drank the remainder of his drink and decided to call it a night, much to Reggie's relief.

From the corner of his sky blue eyes, he sees her stumbling and about to fall, glass in hand. He catches her just in time and she smiles and drunkenly laughs, before throwing up a river on his green jacket and white top. Ethan sighs and helps her walk over to the nearest booth and sits her down.

“Shit...” She says, “I’m such a lightweight. Sorry, I uh...you know.” Her eyes dart to the ground and her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get you some water.” Ethan walks over to the bar and Reggie gives him a bottle of water, he opens the bottle and passes it to her. Lucky smiles gratefully and drinks it.

“You're a lifesaver...sorry again about your-

“It’s fine, really.”

A hesitant silence falls upon them until Lucky speaks, “I’m not usually like this.”

“I’m really, really, really nervous about tomorrow...”

“What’s tomorrow?” He asks.

“My intern orientation at Edenbook Hospital. Have you heard of it?”

“Yeah, I certainly have. I don’t think you have anything to be nervous about. You're going there for a reason, remember that.”

“...You know exactly what to say. I like that.”

He sits down opposite her, properly able to see her golden freckles in the soft and warm glow of the light.

“I haven’t asked.” He began, “What’s your name?”

She laughs, playfully slapping his knee, “My parents named me something, like, super weird...don’t go laughing okay?”

“You have my word.”

“Lucky. Lucky-Rae to be exact.”

...

The following morning felt like a complete nightmare. Ethan was in the shower and for once, not even lukewarm water could calm him down.

He dreamed about her.

What was wrong with him?

Every time he closed his eyes, he imagined her long red hair tickling his skin as her lips pressed tantalizingly against his flesh, traveling lower and lower...

His eyes darted upwards at the clock and the time was five minutes past six. Ethan didn't bother wrapping a towel around himself and turned the shower head off before getting dressed and making his way to work.

The traffic was even more so annoying than usual.

Cars sped past him and all could hear were the screams of the couple arguing in the car in front and a baby crying in the car behind. Ethan resisted the overwhelming urge to gouge his ears out. Half an hour passed and Ethan was walking in the hallways of Edenbrook, watching the nurses organize patient files.

An hour later the interns arrived and the hospital wasn’t silent anymore. A sudden commotion corrupted, he turns his head and a woman has collapsed and isn’t moving. Without another thought, he rushed over and ushered for space.

Ethan looked around and noticed an intern rushing over, long red hair, dark green eyes...golden freckles. As if this day could get any worse.

[timjohn5]

Freezing Moon - cap 3  Finally Finland FLASHBACK DEAD ON The day after my dream with Øystein I got up early from bed, I had my breakfast and I put on a simple clothes to stay in the same house. I figured I'd fix my bookcase. I walk into the living room and downstairs in front of the bookcase and there I stare at it for minutes before finally sitting on the floor and picking up a book that Øystein had given me days before that happened. The clock above my head was ticking, ticking and it kind of irritated me more than I'd ignore. I take some money bills from my pocket, from my sweatpants, and put them into the book and then return it to its place on the shelf. I'm taken from my daydreams when I see an envelope being placed under the door. I hurry up and pick up the envelope I had known so well these past few months. I open the envelope that in its verse contained my name, my address and a postage stamp from Norway. When I open the letter and smooth the white sheet I see written: "In 1990 a captain is brutally abandoned on an island. He stayed there for awful 3 years. He would rip his deer's neck and drink his blood thirsty until there was nothing more vital in the animal. The captain after these years was saved by chance by fishermen who went to the island behind treasures. Some are lucky. When brought back to his hometown, he was arrested and without conditions of freedom. " That was all there was in the note. I automatically close the letter and place it with envelope inside my bedside table along with the more than 200 letters with these messages. FLASHBACK DEAD OFF Euronymous packed his suitcase while I was lying on his sofa studying for an important test. He throws himself at my side putting the suitcase on the floor and hugs me as he can because of my position. He was properly changed and ready to leave the house, but before he wanted to say goodbye to me. "I'll miss you by the time I'm out." - He says holding me tight. "It's just one night and you'll be back soon." I answer without looking at him. "What will you do until I get back?" "I do not know, maybe I'll be right here." Maybe I'll go for a walk in the woods, see the moon. I like the moon you know it. Or I can do a review of my stories. - I can quit if you want. I can say that I am terribly ill and could not travel. Øystein says giving a kiss to my back. - For Euronymous drama is just one night. Just go before I kick you out! - I'll call you tonight. - OK Alright. - I answer and he makes a warm affection in my ear before getting up and picking up his suitcase. "Have a lot of fun over there." - It's a meeting about things found at sea ... I'm anxious. ... The morning after your trip I go to the library early to find out what is so interesting about the excavations in Finland. I was distracted reading a book about the country that did not notice the arrival of a boy right in front of me who sat down putting his backpack on his side and staring at me. - Finland? - the kid asks smiling at me as I notice the book I was holding. "Yes Finland," I say, smiling, and he seems to know the country. - That's awesome. "Then he gets up and leaves without another word. I thought it strange, but I do not say anything. A day later in Øystein's apartment, he had returned and I was now in his shower while he packed his bags for the trip to Finland. I lathered as he paced back and forth taking things to pack. "I brought things for the trip to Finland. Repellent against the insects that have too much there ... cold clothes because it's very cold there like here. Some food because I do not know what's in the restaurants there. "Euronymous walks into the bathroom and sneezes at the stinking repellent on me and walks back into the living room. - And your meeting like it was love. I say taking the foam out of my eyes. "It was wonderful and everyone was thrilled with me there. He said happy. - Look, look at these things and see if you like something you have here. We can venture out there and do wonders in those two weeks. Do you have hiking boots on the mountain? Øystein looked like a grown child running around with things in his hands. I finish my bath and dry myself by wrapping the towel around my waist and moving to the living room. He was wearing a long black fur coat in his hands. Hiking boots on the mountain? I say and he smoothes his coat. "This is important for us to walk through. It is full of mountains and does not walk to dead tennis. Wear this, my love! I put on the jacket and it was really very warm and soft. He finishes helping me with his coat and looks at me satisfied. As I turn to look in the mirror Øystein grabs me from behind smiling at my ear causing me to shiver with pleasure. - That's for when you're wet. - He says by running his tongue over the earlobe. "He would thank me, I swear." Did you bring dollars and Norwegian money with you? "Yes, everything is stored in my bag." I say kissing his mouth. My tongue asking for passage he granted very willingly. "Did you work hard while I was gone?" - Euronymous asks as he returns to his duties and I use to dry my wet hair. - Yes a little, not much ... I met someone very enthusiastic about Finland, but he disappeared. - Ah !? It is and who would it be? Øystein asks, and then I sense a moment of risk. His, jealous knocked on the door and he could barely disguise. - Someone in the second year. I say, leaning on the kitchen table after I finish drying my hair with the towel. Lauri approached me in the library. That does not bother you, does it? - No way. - He speaks the most I see that bothered him. - It matters ... - Toothpaste, brushes, socks ... -Ah! Opportunity appeared then ... I think we should be honest and sincere with each other. "I'm closer to him than he's bent, still packing the suitcase." I try to kiss his neck and then I'm hit with a punch that hits my mouth. Tombo to the side the sooner I recover, placing the hand on the face with the impact. Øystein might be soft, but he was too strong for his size. I go to him and we fall to the ground rolling on all sides. Soon he can hold me by holding my neck. Euronymous rolls around reversing our positions and realizes the mistake he made. He comes off me, rolling to the side and lying on the cold floor of the house. We spent a few minutes recovering our breath ... "Should I have left you uncertain?" Øystein is breathing deeply, and even as he lies down, he looks at me from the corner of his eye. "I do not think I should have told you my feelings." Sorry he sits down beside me putting his hands on his face and I realize that I had provoked him and resulted in that punch. I try to fondle her on the back, but he pulls my hands away and then gets up from the floor. A day later and I do my last tests in the college, leaving that day of the aggression aside. I struggled to continue to love Øystein Aarseth, but the things between us were cooling down gradually ... What I most wanted to do was to go to Finland with Øystein. I could not, hurt him. ... Finally the big day arrived and after a few hours by plane, we arrived in Finland. We got off the plane and soon a car was waiting for us with a super redhead woman driving and talking some instructions to us. - 2000 km of pure ice on all sides ... Water in the rooms of the ship. The only entrance and exit is by air or sea. This road starts from this side and ends where I'm going to leave them to catch the ship. - The woman said without stopping looking at us in the rearview mirror of the car. "Look how magnificent, a road that leads nowhere, great, Øystein! Euronymous does not answer me I turn to the other side watching the mountains in front of us in the distance covered with ice and the moon wanting to appear in the middle of the mountains. When we get to the hotel the car is parked and we get off getting our bags and entering the luxurious five star hotel. - Good morning gentlemen. - Says the guy who carries the bags displaying that smile that to me was more false than it appeared. - Welcome to Sweet Dreems! - Hello, gentlemen, I hope you enjoy your stay in our hotel. Can I see your reservation? The receptionist says. "Ah yes, I have reservations in the name of Øystein Aarseth. - Euronymous says handing in his hotel card and his credit card. I watched as the attendant looked at the computer monitor. The hotel was beautiful and seemed to be the most luxurious in the area. The walls were white, hospital-colored, with turquoise details and a few other decorations like vases and paintings on the central wall of the hall. I leave my reveries after Øystein registers and his reservation is accepted. We went to the room and soon the baggage handler came behind us. We entered the most beautiful and expensive room I have ever had the pleasure to put my eyes on. As at the entrance the walls were white with turquoise accents and an E-N-O-R-M-E double bed in the center of the room, next to a minifrigobar. I make a point of opening and there I find two bottles of rosé wine Wongraven Senza compromesso. After opening a bottle of those I picked up a cup that was above my head in a type of cup holder. I fill two cups delivering one, to Øystein after he finishes taking off his black fur coat as well. I hold the cup to him who grabs it and gives it a generous sip. I get excited and take a long drink too, savoring that delicious wine. - Here's a nice view. - I say excited for Øystein. - Yes, you do. There was a change in plans. Øystein says, picking up his small personal hygiene bag and taking it to the bathroom. I sit on the bed and pull out my suitcase, too. - How do you change the plans? Why this now. "I'm just packing my things in the hotel wardrobes. - A speaker decided not to appear and this will make things a bit difficult. - He gave up what? - Of the whole trip, he just had not seen. Øystein says, returning to his room. - And the next cruise is tomorrow so I'll have to repay it. "How many days had she been gone?" I ask him already irritated. I think about five days. Øystein speaks softly. He did not want me to get angry, but it was too late. - Fuck who gave five fucking days? Why did not you tell me this before? I ask, picking up the bottle and drinking almost the whole of it in one swallow. "I'm sorry I only knew it now. I got a message and I can not say no. You are an important customer. They were desperate, I could not say do not forgive me. "I can not believe this, Øystein. You bring me here and I come from all the goodwill of the world and it was to spend these weeks together and now you do FUCK. "I'm already out of bed, getting out of bed." "You can not leave me here alone in this end of the world that I do not even know. I already know! I'm going with you on this cruise. - Can not. It has no place because it is already complete. You can have fun if you stay here. Go take a walk, look at the shops in this town and I'll be back soon. Euronymous approaches me and gives me a kiss on the mouth. I try to push him away sooner to the sweet taste of the wine that is on his lips. After the moment of anger passed, I stared at Øystein and without blinking, he ran his hand over my ass and said I was drooling. He told me to turn around, and I saw him lying on the bed, naked and with his cock as hard as an iron rod. I was excited and shaken. - Come here! - He said. - Not! I said yes. Ah! Yeah, are you going to make it sweet now? I know you do. Let's enjoy it while I'm here and after I come back yes we'll enjoy the city together my love. Come on, give a suck here! - He said smiling with ease and debauchery. Trembling, red with rage, and dying with excitement, I still tried to resist saying that it was wrong for him to lie to me. Øystein stood up, took my hand, without my denying it, and set it firmly on his huge limb. I tried to pull it off, however, and he held it tightly over his hard throbbing cock. Then he let go, and I kept holding on and massaging slowly. He told me to kneel down and put his cock in my mouth. I sucked with a huge hunger, swallowing everything, despite the size and thickness I always took care of the message and he enjoyed happy. He told me to lie face down on the two pillows that were luxuriously placed on the bed so that my butt would be in position for him to penetrate me. Then he opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a lube, had me put it on his cock, passed my entrance, and walked in very slowly. We took a lot of time in that mete, it gets hot, even because I cried, moaned and screamed horny. Minutes after he started penetrating, I already had spasms through my body. For a full time sex of variations of positions and places without leaving the suite. It was a wonderful and unforgettable evening. Even in bed, in the whirlpool, in the carpet of the small room and in the shower. In the end, it was past 11 pm. I confess that the excitement I felt was unimaginable. I entered so hard in an orgasm that I enjoyed without touching my limb. Øystein gave me a pleasure that no other woman could give me. And while I enjoyed, moaned, and shouted calling for him with every thrust, he thrust harder and moaned with pleasure as well. After minutes he enjoys in my interior and enjoy dirtying the bed of red sheet. We ended up sleeping in a hug. The next morning I found myself standing in front of the wharf where the ship of the Øystein cruise ship would leave. I was leaning against a railing when he appeared smiling and leaning there beside me. "How do you feel today, my love?" He asks, smiling at me. "Well, I'm fine, even though I'm still mad at you, but I'm fine. I say kissing his nose. "Here, take this while I'm gone. It had served you more now than it did me. - Euronymous extends his black leather jacket. This jacket was the one he never took from his body. It looked like he had been born stuck in it. Finally he would give that jacket to me. I take it from his hands and he gives me one more passionate kiss before turning his back and heading towards the ship and hop on board.

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Not Our Home

Chapter 5

The underground is always very dimly lit, most of the over head light were smashed long ago. There is one uncovered bulb every fifteen feet, I know I've counted. It's one giant hall that zig-zags under our city with rooms that branch out the sides. The dulo's that live here have very few necessities. Buckets filled with human waste are placed in closets and are only emptied once a month. They have their own set of rules and life styles and the yulo police never venture here.

Once upon a time most of these people would of been homeless, making camps in woods or under bridges. Now they live beneath the homes and stores, bartering for food or clothes. It's a stark reminder of how luxurious my life was compared to these individuals.

"This is the underground." I announced as we walked the corridor.

"It reminds me of.." Reaper was cut short.

"Yo Rabbit, watch you doin' bringing a yulo wit you?" I heard Razha's voice boom from behind us. I turned, he's a large man with skin the color of onyx. He has the attitude of a rapid wolverine and would not hesitate to beat the holy hell out of anyone.

"He's fine, Razha, he's with me." I replied sternly, my heart pounding. I have never brought any one down with me before.

"We don't want no yulos down here!" He kept walking a brisk pace towards us. People started to peek out from their rooms, checking the commotion out.

"I said, he's with me. He's no yulo!" I placed myself in front of Reaper, he was starting to tense and the last thing I needed was a brawl to happen.

"Well, he ain't no dulo's or lulo, I knows them all."

"You're right, he's not a dulo or lulo. Trust me, he's kenta. And he's with me!" Razha stopped, towering over me, puffing up at Reaper.

"You swear he's kenta? He's looks like pulo to me."

"I swear he's kenta, I would never bring a Pulo here." Razha's fists slowly unclenched, his jaw muscle slackened. I could see him slowly start to relax, even if by a bit.

"He better cause no trouble, rabbit. I won't hesitate to bust him and you for bringing him here." He gave us the side eye, before turning and slowly walking back down the hall. I let out a deep breath. Crisis avoided, for now. 

I turned back to Reaper, his hand were clenched tight so much so his knuckles were white. To be honest I'm not sure Razha would of made it out of that fight, and trust me I've seen him in many fights, no body has walked away. Reaper was the same height as him but wasn't as muscular, still something told me Reaper would end the fight.

"Come on, I'll show you around." I said, he gave one last glance in the direction Razha had left before turning to follow me.

"Who was that guy?" He finally asked, looking around, taking in the abysmal setting.

"Razha, he is one of the self appointed rulers, for the lack of a better word." I replied, stepping over an unconscious man. "There about five men who over see the underground, criminals policing criminals really."

"Ah, what's kenta and a..."

"Pulo," I interrupted. "Pulo, is the yulo militarized police, not that I've seen them. They are brought out in emergencies, like the riots fifty years ago. A kenta is someone who is safe, harmless." I stopped, putting my hand out in front of him. I turned to face him. "It's a whole other world down here, their own language, rules. I don't stay down here for very long, hence the reason for the name rabbit. White rabbit, from Alice in wonderland."

"This isn't how everything was supposed to turn out." He said to himself look down the hall, there was a sadness in his eyes.

"Well, it did." I look around, the reasons I didn't stay here long was it was depressing. These were the forgotten people.

We continued our walk, I showed him the various trade shops that I frequented. We kept going farther in, farther then I intended. I started to feel antsy, I had been down here long enough and craved being topside again. I looked over at Reaper, he kept eyeing behind us and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"I think we should turn back." I said quietly as I stopped. Some one was standing a good twenty feet ahead of us surrounded in darkness and I was barely able to his silhouette.

"We have two tailing us, been there since the last shop." He whispered, he turned sideways under the light. He looked one direction and then the other. "Three ahead of us."

"Underlings." I breathed out, we were their prey and now they had us surrounded. Reaper swiftly brought his fist up and the glass from the light shattered down. We were surrounded in blackness.

"Smart one, old man. It'll be easier to take that pretty lulo now." A nasally voiced echoed. Rapid foot steps came from both side of us, I pressed my back to the wall. Someone grabbed my right arm and pulled, small boney fingers wrapped around my wrist. Hand cold as ice, his palm was slick again my skin.

"You'll fetch a good price you will." A voice hissed in my ear, I felt something wet press against my cheek.

"She's not for sale!" Reaper's voice replied, I felt the hand jerk away from me instantaneously, followed by a yelp and gurgling. The scuffle continued, I couldn't see what was going on. Blind to what ever was happening, a fight was just inches from me and I wasn't sure who was winning. I heard something break to my left, and then a gasping on my right. Part of me wished to know what was going on, the other half told me it was good that I couldn't see.

I smelled copper in the air above all the scents of the underground. I heard a crunch, a small yelp, followed by yet another wet gurgling. Deep in my gut I knew these underlings wouldn't see their next fix. Something suddenly slammed to the wall just to my right, I could hear him gasp.

"Tell the rest of your kind, she is not to be messed with. I see one more of you pathetic humans come within ten feet of her and I will personally see to it that you are all exterminated." Reaper hissed, I heard the underling scurry off in the darkness. I felt a large warm hand on my elbow, guiding me back the way we had come. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." We came past the last shop just as my nerves had settled.

"Rabbit, I heard there was a problem comin' from this area." Razha's voice boomed a head of us.

"We were jumped by underlings." I replied already moving ahead of Reaper.

"You sure is wasn't him. We ain't had no problems with underlings in weeks. Now they's been comin out of the wood works." His muscles twitched as he eyed Reaper again, I looked over my shoulder. Reaper was standing behind me, arms by his sides, hands covered in blood. His shirt ripped, with a gnarly gash bleeding.

"I assure you, sir, I have had nothing to do with your underlings seeping out into society." Reaper spoke out, his words soft and firm. Razha's eyes narrowed, his lipped curled a bit.

"You think you funny homeboy?" He brought his fists up, and popped his knuckles loudly.

"Not at all, just stating a fact."

"You want to fight? You keep flipping attitude that's what's going to happen."

"That would not be in your best interest." Reaper's voice fell cold, his eyes turned bronze once again as they narrowed. He didn't move, just stood watching Razha over my head. This was not what I wanted, I really didn't need a fight to break out between these two. Razha gets pummeled I won't be welcomed back down here, Reaper gets pummeled and, well, I'll still be banished for bringing him down here.

"Razha, we were leaving." I tried to divert him.

"Nah, first what happened to the underlings?" He turned his glare to me finally, something told me any answer was going to be the wrong answer.

"I don't know, does it matter?" I held my ground. "Why should it matter? They don't contribute to anything in the underground, you're the one that told me that."

"What happened, yulo?" Yep, we're done here.

"Razha, we are done. And we," I point to myself and Reaper, "are leaving."

"Not until," Reaper gently pushed me to the side, cutting him off. They were standing nose to nose.

"She said we are leaving, and that's what we are doing. Regardless if you think otherwise. So I suggest you politely remove yourself from our way or I will be forced to move you." Every word was tense, dripping with ice. This was not a request, or an argument, Razha puffed up. He didn't like being told what to do, he was the one that generally barked orders around here.

"I think your mistaken, outsider, I don't take orders." Razha went to shove Reaper, before I could comprehend what was going on, Razha was on the ground crying. His forearm had been snapped in two places and was flopping around. My jaw slowly dropped as Reaper calmly walked over the wounded man.

"Shall we keep going?" He asked me, holding his hand out. I took it dumbfoundedly as we followed the hall back to the elevator. Once we stepped on, I pressed the button to return us back to my apartment.

"You’re bleeding." I remembered the gash on his side. I reached out to pull the tattered shirt away. He stepped back, I looked up at him. His brow was knitted with confusion. I reached again towards him, this time he snatched me by my wrist. "Let me look."

He didn't respond, his eyes tracked my movements as he let go of my wrist. I reached out again a little more hesitantly this time. My heart hammered in my chest, I knew what he was capable of if he wanted to hurt me. What would happen if I injured him further?

"Are you afraid?" His voice low, barely audible above the creeks coming from the elevator cab. I slowly pulled the torn shirt back, the two and half inch gash didn't look to deep. It would need to be cleaned as the odds of the blade from the underlings was no doubt disgusting.

"No, it wasn't till this moment I realized exactly how dangerous you could be." I replied, I saw the bottom of another scar next to the gash. "I need to clean that though."

"There was fear in your eyes." I raised my head, meeting his graze. They were filled with pain.

"I'm not scared of you, I don't think you would intentionally hurt me. But you are stronger and faster then anyone I've ever met, I think I know what you did to the underlings but it wasn't till you stopped me that I realized how dangerous you really are." He looked down at his feet. "I don't know you, I don't know why you keep coming to my aid but something tells me you won't hurt me."

"You remind me of someone from my past. Someone I failed." The elevator dinged as we had reached the top. He was the first out, he was at the end of the hall and at the stair case door before I had a chance to exit it. I didn't understand what he meant, I imagine I'll never know what had happened to him.

I slowly walked back to my apartment door, trying to wrap my mind around this revelation. I was also worried that the wound on his side would become infected.

It was at this point I notice my door was ajar and hanging ascewed from its hinges. My blood ran cold, as I pushed it opened. The apartment had been ransacked, furniture turned over. Papers ripped and thrown about, dvds busted and littered the floor. Who ever had been here destroyed everything inside.

I walked in confused, hurt, and violated. I know I had locked the door when I left. The person responsible wanted to instill fear, and had succeed. I slowly walked through the living area, and peered into the kitchen.

Every cup, every dish was shattered on the floor. Drawers opened and removed laid upside down, adding to the mess. The fridge was ripped away from the wall and the cord slashed, it was left open and the food smashed everywhere.

I walked through continuing my assessment of it all. I made it to my room, all my books torn up, shredded. My mattress was gutted and flipped against a wall, my clothes were on the floor in pieces. I backed out slowly and walked to my sister's room. I opened her door, nothing was out of place. It was as if the hurricane hit everywhere but her sleeping area.

I passed by the bathroom, and everything was as it should be. Nothing out of place, towels still hung from their hooks. Curtain rod in place as it should be. The only thing missing was Reaper's clothes. They were gone.

"Julianne?!" Elise practically screamed from the doorway. I ran out to meet her, and threw my hand over her mouth.

"Shh." The air didn't feel right, I didn't know how to explain it. "Follow me." I whispered, walking towards the staircase. I made my way down four flights and into the tube, holding her hand.

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When the sun comes up I'll be looking at you (Sashea) - Star

Hi! So I wrote this as an almost self indulgent type of thing, because honestly I just really needed more sashea fluff in my life, I hope you guys like it!:)

Shea flicked on the fairy lights in the living room.

Sparkle.

The living room he would be sharing with Sasha.

“Perfect”. Shea finalised, Sasha turning to glance at him from where he was occupied with rearranging the number of throw pillows on their second hand couch.

“You think?”. Sasha breathed, throwing himself onto the far end of the couch, leaving room for Shea to join him.

Beneath the weight of the both of them, the couch creaked, though neither blinked in response. Outside, the sun had begun setting. A faint glow encompassing the room through their thin curtains, only being emphasised by the warm toned fairy lights decorating the wall opposite them.

“Yeah”. Explained Shea, particles of dust floating around his head amongst beams of sunlight.

“Roommates”. The television faded in and out of both of their ears, faint voices infiltrating their minds.

“It’s crazy”. Shea reiterated.

Sasha remained silent.

His eyes travelled around the room. First to Shea, whose head was reclined on the couch back behind him and then to the empty pile of boxes and destroyed sheets of bubble wrap that sat in the far corner of the room. Dark oak flooring and magnolia walls gave the room a simultaneously homely yet distant vibe. Unfamiliarity.

Crazy, he repeated in a low whisper.

Maybe we could paint the walls, Sasha mused internally, not becoming any more at ease with the atmosphere that the bland walls produced the longer and more intently he looked at them.

“You know-”. The Russian man looked up at the shaky sound of Shea’s voice.

“-when I first met you all of those years ago, more drunk than I think I’ve ever seen anybody at that club in Brooklyn, I never thought we’d end up where we are now”.

“Roommates”. Repetition.

Shea’s arm outstretched, poking his friend jokingly on his pale shoulder.

“You’re like, my favourite person”. Shea flung his legs across Sasha’s, smiling warmly.

“My best friend”. He clarified.

“You too”. Responded Sasha vaguely, attention still focused on his new surroundings.

“Sorry, it’s just-”. Sasha halted his words, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.

“Crazy”. Shea understood. Their friendship and their proximity. Their journey to this point and the future yet to unfold. He understood.

“Exactly that”. Sasha’s lips upturned in a grateful smile.

“I think I’ll miss my little shoebox apartment”. Exhaled Sasha minutes later, when the molecular specs of dust were no longer visible in the sun peaking through their double glazed windows and the only light left in the room came from the twinkling fairy lights and the television that they had both forgotten about.

A chuckle left Shea’s lips.

“I never thought I’d say it, but I think I’ll miss mine too”. The younger of the two admitted.

Reminiscing.

“We had some god damn wild times in those places”. Sasha’s voice was light and airy, a glimmer in his eyes.

“Bitch, they were the best”. A grin took over Shea’s face, eyes crinkling in joy.

“They were”. Agreed Sasha, body slouching into the questionably padded couch.

“Remember when-”. Laughed Shea, voice crackling. “-Remember when me, you, Trixie, Katya, Alaska and the other girls all got so fucked up at your place that we spent $150 on pizza?”.

The laugh that left Sasha circulated the room, engulfed Shea’s attention span and replaced the sunlight that had completely diminished.

“Justin, if you were a desert, you’d be a baked Alaska”. Mocked the elder man, intimidating Trixie’s god awful pun to the best of his abilities.

“The best quote of all time. Period”. Shea ran his fingers through his own hair, taming the unruly strands that had been dishevelled entirely throughout the course of the day.

“One. Hundred. Percent”. Sasha drawled, the shelves of records and vinyls across from him reminding him of how many they’d worn out over the years.

“What about- oh!”. Chirped Shea, turning his body fully to face Sasha.

Smiles.

Glee and elation, fluidity and the euphoric feeling of yes.

“Halloween”. Unity. Both men mumbled together, giggling as they recalled the messiest, clumsiest night that they’d survived.

“It was definitely eventful”. Sasha rolled his eyes fondly, thumbs twiddling at the hem of his shirt.

“Eventful is an understatement, girl. I swear my hangover lasted over a week”. Shea grimaced, his eyebrows furrowing and forehead creasing. The smell of tequila still made him feel uneasy.

“That’s what happens when you think you can out-drink me”. Gloated Sasha, one hand rising to push his glasses back into place, the thick frames sliding irritatingly down the bridge of his nose.

A yawn; exhaustion. Shea fluttered his eyelashes, ridding the glaze from his eyes.

“You tired?”. Sasha leaned over to rub soothing circles in to Shea’s tense shoulder.

“I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years”. Shea’s words were elongated and lacklustre, lack of energy prevalent in his speech.

“Calm down, sleeping beauty”. Sasha teased. mischievous.

Shea snorted inelegantly, a chuckle following.

“I’m gonna head to bed soon”. Instigated Shea, confirmation of his exhaustion.

Sasha merely nodded his head slowly in acknowledgment, thoughts swirling and realisations whirring around his universe. The television programme that had been playing in the background had ended, a commercial about something proceeding to take over the screen. Beneath him his legs had begun cramping, leading him to manoeuvre his body into a more ergonomic position.

“You should too”. Shea grumbled, stretching his aching arms above his head.

Sasha’s eyes focused on Shea. His rich skin more luxurious than the dark of the night, his eyes a purer chocolate than his favourite confectionary.

“I don’t know, I might stay up and catch up on some shows for a while longer”. The yawn that left Sasha betrayed his words.

“Alright-”. Shea smiled, kneeling on the couch next to Sasha and reaching his arms out in order to bring him into a familiar embrace.

“-but please don’t overtire yourself”. Arms encircled Sasha, hands squeezing tightly at shoulders and lips pressing an overly friendly kiss to the apple of his smile risen cheek.

“I know, don’t worry about me. Sleep, Shea”. Sasha reciprocated Shea’s caring clutch, pulling back and ushering the tired man away when he was positive the younger man would fall asleep on the spot if he didn’t reach his bed soon.

Shea smiled faintly.

His eyes passed over the room around him before he slipped out of the living room door and down the main corridor to his bedroom.

Fairy lights glimmered and shadows travelled far and wide, the photo collage of himself, Sasha and their friends hung proudly on the tall bookshelf and the faux fur carpet at his feet felt soft and supple.

He sighed. Yes.

“G'night, Sash”. Called Shea over his shoulder, catching Sasha sprawl out freely on the couch in his peripheral vision.

“See you in the morning darling”. Sasha let out a breath he didn’t realise he had been holding, eyes refusing to focus properly on the television in front of him and instead training themselves on a nondescript corner of the ceiling above him.

New surroundings; where everything was so familiar yet so unfamiliar at the same time. Where the company, his best friend was the same yet the walls that surrounded him were different. His old apartment, he recalled from the previous years, had characteristic cracks along the ceiling and the grey walls, whereas his new one didn’t. Dark flooring compared to light. High rise windows instead of barely noticeable rectangular ones doted around the narrow walls.

A good change, Sasha observed.

He switched the fairy lights off.

I’ll sleep soon, he swore.

*****

Sasha hadn’t slept in almost forty eight hours.

Slumping exhaustedly onto his and Shea’s couch that following night felt like an extreme case of deja vu, with the way his own head reclined behind him and how Shea flung his legs carelessly across his own - groaning in satisfaction when the usually bald queen all but yanked his uncomfortable heels off of him.

“Thanks”. Shea grumbled into the darkness of the room.

A clock on the wall read three in the early hours of the morning and a singular lamp lit up the room.

The fairy lights remained switched off, the pair having neglected to turn them on when they arrived back at their apartment after an enthralling yet draining gig.

Sasha slid his wig off effortlessly, eyelashes following shortly after.

“That crowd tonight was insane”. Commentary. The shadows in the room manipulating themselves across the expanses of Shea and Sasha’s fading makeup lathered faces.

“It was a god damn blast”. Countered Shea, standing from the couch and removing the restricting bodysuit from his being.

“Mhm”. Agreement from Sasha, who huffed when Shea sat back down on the couch, elongating his legs back over his own.

Shea remained clothed in only tights and a mismatched pink, chunky necklace. The other man had half of his nightgown fantasy still draped over his waist and a garish silver choker around his neck.

The sight was, admittedly, ridiculous.

“I need to get this face off”. Proclaimed Sasha, his signature dark eyebrow transferring onto the skin of his hand as he touched his forehead.

“You need to sleep, too”. Shea’s words were trod upon tentatively, cautious of the elders response.

“What-”. Sasha’s protests and questions, objections and inquisitive eyes were always going to prove futile.

Shea had realised. It was obvious.

“Come on, Sash, don’t try and-”. Sasha’s gaze travelled downwards, frown prevalent upon his face and lips trembling in both sadness and confusion.

“It’s just, you know how I get with-”.

“New surroundings”. Shea’s tone was soft, almost too calm and yet, understanding.

When Sasha had stayed at Shea’s apartment for the first time shortly after they’d met in the dingy Brooklyn club, he didn’t sleep.

Shea never mentioned it.

A week later he stayed again, where he managed to drift off into a peaceful slumber for a little over half an hour on his friends couch.

He remained exhausted throughout the duration of the next day, though it was progress.

By the third time, it had started to become routine; to spend the night after a gig at their local bar at Shea’s and order a pizza, or five, and pass out after one too many vodka sodas.

“I get it”. Soothing, tender words from Shea.

“I know-”. Sasha sighed. “-I’m grateful that you understand. I really am, y'know? But it’s just one of those things that I need to work on”. He brushed it off, eyes threatening to close against his will even though he knew they wouldn’t.

“Ok-”. Shea relented. Things took time. Everything took time. Always.

“-Please though, if you need me for anything at all, come to my room and wake me up, or whatever, alright girl?”.

Shea’s hand touched delicately at the bald queens shoulder, his long fake nails that he had yet to take off digging in to the soft skin unintentionally.

“You’re great-”. Breathed Sasha, exhaling. “-thank you, sweetie”.

Terms of endearment. Sasha used them often. Used them when he wanted to and when he didn’t need to yet, they never failed to make Shea smile, irregardless of everything.

Grinning.

“Get to your room and fucking sleep, bitch”. Shea called over his shoulder, exiting the room.

Deja vu. Sasha lifted himself off of the couch begrudgingly, switching the singular lamp that lit up the familiarising room off on his way to the door.

Bed.

sleep.

*****

Ceilings were uninteresting, Sasha concluded, having been staring up into the expanse of his own for the past - however long he had been wrapped up in his bundle of red blankets and midnight black pillows for.

White noise filled the room. The sound of the hustle and continuous bustle of the New York traffic outside accompanied the systematic tick of the alarm clock on his bedside table.

It was four o'clock. Possibly five. It may have been six, but Sasha refused to glance at aforementioned clock in fear of fully realising that yes; this is an issue.

He blinked once, almost robotically.

The door to his room remained open, the hallway light illuminating his room enough to be able to make his way from his bed and out of his room without tripping over any scattered objects or miscellaneous empty boxes along the way.

Plush carpet. A noticeable contrast between the warmth under his fluffy sock clad feet in his room and the wooden floor of the long corridor.

Cold.

His feet carried him down the hallway. Past the bathroom and the spare room that had effectively become a convenient walk-in-drag-closet, and to the door of Shea’s room.

The door remained half ajar. Sasha already knew that Shea never closed his bedroom door properly, with the exceptions of when he stayed in hotels and his parents house back home in Chicago. Privacy was a relative essential.

It wasn’t a question. Not particularly. Shea’s words rang loudly in his mind and echoed around his subconscious with an air of affirmation and generosity. “-Please though, if you need me for anything at all, come to my room and wake me up, or whatever, alright girl?”. Warm.

In the instant that he slipped through the gap in Shea’s door, and his feet met the cushiony carpet that somehow felt softer than the one in his own room - even though they were undeniably identical - he felt a wave of security wash over his being.

Shea was sound asleep. His body was curled up on its side, facing Sasha who still stood in the doorway, with one of his arms hanging lethargically off of the edge of the bed. Relaxed. Peaceful. Angelic. Words that sprung to the Russian mans mind whilst stepping forward, closer to the double bed in the centre of the room.

Shea’s bed sheets, unlike his own, were white and crisp - something about minimalism being the future.

“Shea”. It was whispered, barely audible.

“Shea”. Sasha perched tentatively on the bottom of the bed.

“Shea”. A little louder, breaking out of the low voice.

One slightly irritate grumble came from Shea, whose eyes flickered open just as slowly as Sasha’s mind seemed to be moving and functioning.

“Shea”. Sasha persevered, tugging at the corner of the duvet that the other man insistently pulled closer to his body.

“I’m awake”. Mumbled Shea, the dim light of his bedside lamp proving more than his sensitive eyes could handle.

Sasha’s face screamed nervous. Screamed worry over what Shea would have to say about being woken at such an ungodly hour - even though he knew Shea wouldn’t ever intentionally disregard him.

“Sorry, I just-”. Sasha’s blue eyes locked with Shea’s own brown ones. The whole ordeal seeming far more poetic than it was, with Sasha clothed in a ridiculous plaid t-shirt and grey pants compared to Shea who wore only a pair of black shorts.

“Don’t worry, are you alright?”. Shea extended his arm out towards Sasha, pulling the other side of his duvet back with the other and signalling for the other man to join him.

A shrug.

Crawling clumsily to the space next to Shea, Sasha sighed.

“Couldn’t sleep-”. Exhaled Sasha, eyes threatening to close immediately.

Opposite him, Shea tucked the warm duvet around his body; cocooning him in a barrier of comfort and familiarity.

“-I just thought that-”. A pause. Mid sentence, Sasha halted his words, Shea’s strong arm coming to wrap around his waist securely.

“I get it-”. Shea’s tone remained soothing. “-I’ve got you”. He breathed, pulling Sasha’s tired body closer against his own.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you or-”.

“Shh, relax”. Cut off Shea, Sasha’s words vanishing in to the air of the night.

“You know you can come to me anytime, Sash, I won’t turn you away”. Sasha clung to Shea’s words as he did the same to his back, smooth skin under his fingers keeping him grounded.

“I’m grateful to have you”. Began the elder man, voice full of gratitude, tapping his fingers unwittingly along the curve of Shea’s spine.

Warm.

Shea smiled; equally as warm.

Shuffling his head down on his pillow so that his head lay opposite Sasha’s, Shea allowed one of his hands to travel down and grasp one of Sasha’s adoringly.

“Bitch, you have no idea-”. A chuckle escaped Shea’s being, gaze dropping down to Sasha’s wide eyes and parted lips.

“-I couldn’t have done any of this without you. We did this together”. Continued Shea, emphasising his words with care.

“We did”. Sasha agreed, a soft smile becoming a fixture on his face.

Warm.

Sasha’s eyes slipped closed, Shea’s breath tickling breezily at the corner of his mouth and cheek.

“Sash-”. Mumbled Shea, his thumb stroking across the back of Sasha’s hand.

“Mm?”. Came Sasha’s incoherent reply, his eyes barely open, registering Shea moving closer with a faint look of contentment upon his features.

Lips.

Warm.

For the spark of passion that wasn’t present due to their exhaustion, the familiarity and the comfort, the trust and the security that always came with Shea’s was amplified by infinity with a loving giggle and a playful poke to Sasha’s side.

Uncertainty filled Sasha’s being for a moment, though it was promptly replaced with complete and utter certainty as he acknowledged Shea’s legs intertwined with his.

Shea’s fingers entangled with his own.

Shea’s lips barely touching his and a calm, steady breath exhaling onto his cheek.

Shea.

Warm.

Sasha’s surroundings were unfamiliar, but his company was far from it. Shea was everything he’d ever associated with home and security. Familiarity.

When the sun would come up in a number of hours that next morning, Shea would smile, and Sasha would reciprocate. Because it was just that.

Warm.