#like if you were the patient it wasn't that fun as you kinda just laid on the bed with your eyes closed for most of if

[primrosebitch]

Kids are weird, I remember when i was a tiny child i used to play this game with my sibling and friends where one person is an evil doctor, one person is the evil doctors assistant, and one person is the patient that the evil doctor like tortures, like the evil doctor would do stuff like cutting off the patients limbs when their limbs are healthy or fucking up their eyesight so they can't see, and idk where this even came from because me and my sibling had great doctors who were very nice. I did also play normal games like family or pretending me and my friends had magic powers, I just also played this fucked yo evil doctor game sometimes

[deblklesb]

Lights, Camera, Action! — Abby × Reader × Ellie Oneshot

[established relationship (abby x reader), ellie is their friend, MDNI]

cw: name calling, mentions/descriptions of sex tapes and its contents, kinda pervy characters (?? i guess, idk), beginning of threesome, ellie centered

word count: 3.2k | not proof read

a/n: so this was..... something. i decided to leave it there, i couldn't write anything more due to the amount of college demands but i sure had fun while i could write it!! hope y'all enjoy it, like and reblog! (p.s.: I'm posting it in a rush i should be sleeping by now bc i have to wake up in some hours but i absolutely will answer the asks you've sent me!! i love them, thank y'all for being so nice and sweet! please take care!)

This was a very tricky situation, and Ellie kept thinking to herself how the fuck did she got stuck into it. If you asked her she would be able to answer that, actually, but thinking back, it wasn't a good idea. Not when she felt so massively attracted to both you and Abby. 

Now the full video rolling in front of her, on her computer, made a hard blush possess her freckled face. Hands shaking a little bit, stomach twirling, sweat dripping down her back as she heard your moans for the millionth time that night and saw Abby's tongue lapping your wet pussy over and over. She didn't know if she wanted to be you or her, both scenarios seemed too good to be true. The way her heart beat so hard together with her own cunt pulsing. 

See, Ellie took some cinema introduction classes. Theory and a bit of practice too. And her friends, who were dating for more than a year now, asked her to film them a sex tape. 

"W-what?!", the brunette almost choked with her sandwich, coffing furiously to escape that question. 

You handed her the juice box, waiting patiently for her reaction to double down. When her green eyes laid on you with astonishment still, you got into how you and Abby wanted to record some sort of sex tape, to keep it to yourselves anyway. 

"And why are you asking me?!"

"Because you're the most qualified for this job", you shrugged like it was nothing. Like you didn't just ask Ellie to watch her two friends having sex, fueled by the fact that someone was recording it. "Besides, we trust you!" 

"... This is crazy, d'you know that?" 

"We'll handle it. Don't kinkshame" She gulped after Abby's words and the way you eyed her. 

Kinkshame you? Little did you know that she was doing it to herself. 

During the filming, she nearly fainted. It took her a lot of strength to keep the camera steady and her hard breaths contained so it didn't come into the recording. Although a microphone stood next to the bed, the device on her hands still captured sound. 

Sweating and working hard to ignore the growing wetness inside her pants, she didn't want to seem like some kind of pervert. You both trusted her for this, and so looking like some aroused observer wasn't right. Needing to keep professional - was that the word you used? - and not in the slightest horny as fuck. 

She saw how Abby ate you out, and wanted to be there. Saw how you humped your girlfriend's thigh, and wanted to be there. Her hand itched to touch your flesh as you were sitting on Abby's face, and to grab Abby's hair while she moaned due to your tongue on her pussy. It was pure madness.

She walked away from that apartment with legs so weak she was surprised she didn't fall. And to her embarrassment, she touched herself and came so hard on her bed, imagining you both together. Feeling bad afterwards, but not enough to stop thinking about all the things she saw. 

And now, two days later, here she was. Editing the recording in order to make this an incredible sex tape, the best to ever exist. She used a mobile camera, but also two others from different angles, so there was a lot of material to organize and synchronize, crop and assemble. 

She needed to take some time to calm herself, but before she could actually do it there was a knock on her door. Her hand flew to the notebook faster than ever, putting the screen down almost entirely while her door opened to show her friend and roommate. 

"Hey, me and Jess are going to order pizza. Want some?", Dina asked, resting on the door. 

"Uh- yeah, sure" Ellie nodded, gulping and looking around like she was caught in the middle of something forbidden. 

"Why do you look like you're doing some shit?" Her face warmed when your moan sounded on her headphone again. 

At this point she already knew what was happening on the video: Abby had you legs open on the bed, rubbing her pussy against yours. The image was sinful, but oh so beautiful. 

"I'm doing nothing", the freckled girl closed the computer, now interrupting the video. "Or something. I-I mean, anything could be some shit. What are you talking about?"

"Ellie" her friend's smile was slick, Dina knew just how to make the woman want to disappear from the Earth. "Were you watching porn?"

"N-no!", yes. Yes she was. That was definitely some filthy porn. Not because it had extreme content, but just the fact that it was her friends and crushes there, made her feel a hundred percent more aroused. "Shut up, Dina!" 

"Don't have to be so defensive about it", she laughed with hands in the air, watching as Ellie got up from the bed.

"Whatever, let's go eat, get out of my room"

Jesse heard the two of them arguing whilst coming from the bedroom, Ellie with her face so red it could almost be confused by a sunburn and Dina clacking. 

"Ellie was watching porn!"

"I was not! What are you, fucking six?!" 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Hands sweating and head full of conflictual thoughts, the brunette walked into the cafeteria holding her backpack so tight it seemed like she was carrying something illegal. She had an itch on the nape, an impression that everyone there knew exactly what she did.

Pretty sure that ginger girl knew Ellie got off on the memories of that day and the video, on the vision of Abby biting her lips as you pressed her swollen clit-

"Ellie!", she snapped out of trance with your voice, looking aerial in front of you and Abby. "Is everything okay?" 

"You look like there's somebody stalking you", Abby frowned, eyeing the surroundings. 

"No, it's fine, I'm just… Tired", well, that wasn't a lie since she had to stay awake to finish the editing after the college assignments. 

"Did we bother you? I told you there was no need to rush, we could wait", you rested a hand on hers across the table after she sat, and all she could think was how your palms were soft and comfortably warm. 

"Nah, it's cool. I just left things to the last minute so I hurried as much as I could"

And after all she wouldn't survive editing the video for one more night; might as well explode. 

The vision of Abby's fingers loosely resting on your shoulder made her remember the way they invaded your pussy, fitting so perfectly there, enough to make you moan and call her name. 

Ellie took the pen-drive from the inside pocket of her backpack and put it on the table in front of the couple, letting go like touching it made her skin burn. 

"All edited, boss", she smiled as best as she could, hiding the desire to beg you both for something very explicit. "Enjoy the watch"

"Thanks, Els!", you smiled back with a lot of excitement, so beautifully, picking up the small object. "We would invite you to watch, but I guess you haven't forgotten, since you were there and had to see it again to edit."

Ellie froze. 

What did you just say? 

Her mind went blank after the mere possibility of sitting on your couch next to the both of you, just fucking watching a video of the most attractive couple having shameless, passionate sex. 

She couldn't even say anything back, which caused Abby to chuckle slightly. Just like if she knew you were doing something devious. 

"W-what-... I- I mean, I had to watch it again but I don't think I remember that clearly-", she stumbled on her words, trying to revert whatever impressions she may have passed. Shit, did you know? 

"Damn, was it that bad?" Abby snorted out, an eyebrow going up. 

"No! No-, it was great, it was amazing, I just don't think I, like, remember every single detail or something like that." That was a lie, she absolutely remembered. 

"Huh. So would you want to come over to watch it with us? I mean, we need to give you feedback for your hard work, right?", you rested the chin on a hand, eyeing her with so much glee in your orbs that Ellie couldn't tell what the fuck did that mean. 

"Sure, right! Yeah, feedback would be nice. To see if my work was good and all, guess I could use that", she couldn't care less about feedback. 

"Unless you're already tired of seeing it, it would be comprehensible. Or if it's awkward somehow…", the blonde gestured softly, her voice sounding so good. Ellie was so distracted by the anxiety and the accumulated tension that she didn't even notice how you both were satisfied with her answers, guiding her through a sinuous path into a trap. 

"No! I will definitely be there, absolutely cool. Nice. Good shit", she kept nodding back, taking a laugh from you now. 

"Okay! Seven?" 

"Lucky number!" Her smile was weak and she made finger guns. Fucking finger guns?, she asked herself.

"Yeah, I hope we have some luck for sure", Abby said, smiling. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

"Dina, I will fucking die!" Ellie was almost screaming in the middle of the street, phone against her ear whilst she walked to the building you and Abby lived in. 

"Could you chill a little bit?! It's just a movie! I know you're like head over four heels for them, but you've done this before. You'll get in, watch it, laugh, eat something, hang out. And then you'll come home"

"But it's not just a regular movie, it's-", she sighed and stopped on her tracks. Hiding was tiring as fuck, but she didn't know if she could tell someone, that was intimate. "Fuck, I need to breathe"

"That's what I'm saying" 

"Right. Thanks, guess I'll just hang out, watch something, whatever you just said" 

"Just be yourself, honey! You will do great! Jesse, tell Ellie she will do great" 

"You got this, Els. Whatever happens, we'll have pizza when you come back" 

"Yeah… Thanks, guys", the brunette smiled even though they couldn't see it, getting closer to the building. "I have to go, just got here" 

"If you kiss them, message me right away!"

"I won't stop kissing them just to tell you"

"You'll definitely stop it to jump around and do a victory dance, might as well message me" 

"Shut up", she chuckled and said goodbye before turning off. 

With a last sigh, Ellie pressed the button to your apartment and waited for you to pick up after the buzz. Instead, the gate just unlocked with a loud noise, neither of you needed to answer the buzz to know it was her. The brunette entered the building, heart pounding. 

"Hey, Ells!", you greeted her with that sweet smile of yours, hugging her briefly. All she could think about was how good you smelled, and how that pijama shorts left little to imagination - well, she knew what was underneath it, after all. Still… "Come on, Abs was just setting up the TV"

"Oh-, alredy?", you pulled her by the hand and closed the door, leading the way to the living room she already knew so well after hanging out there so many times. 

"We're excited to see the effects of your amazing classes", Abby smirked, winking at Ellie with those beautiful eyes. She was wearing a simple shirt and sweatshorts, exposing those strong legs. It looked so sexy in an inexplicable way. 

The three of you sat on the couch, you in between. Your legs rested on the blonde's thighs, large shirt covering the small pijama shorts. Contrasting, Ellie had pants and a flanel on. 

The filming was very good, technically speaking. But even the most layman could notice how the mobile camera had not only an open view, but also focused on intimate aspects of the situation. 

A long shot of you and Abby kissing passionately. Strong hands caressing your body and bringing back close memories of her touch. Abby bit your chin, and Ellie made sure to record closely her trail of kisses on your exposed neck. 

There was also a close shot of your bodies approaching more and more, legs tangling, Abby's strong thigh between yours as you started to move and rub your core there with a tortuous rhythm. 

Ellie's face started to warm again, she gripped the arm of the couch when you moan reverberated, as Abby palmed your breast and bit your neck slightly. 

The minutes passed and you felt yourself getting hotter. Your girlfriends fingers resting on your leg made you squirm. 

"I like the way you focused on the closeness", Abby said, getting a hum from the brunette next to you. "It almost feels like you're trying to connect with the moment."

Ellie gulped, a wetness distinctble on her pants. 

As the film goes on, the Miller girl tried her best not to move, thinking that it would hide her aroused situation but only making more obvious for you how she felt. The small biting of her lip also caught your attention, as her emerald eyes locked on the screen, where you had legs open with Abby's hand making circling moves on your clit, while you both kissed. 

Fuck, you felt the way your nipples were hardening right now, just thinking about how Ellie could've felt while editing that. 

Abby tried her best not to fuck you right then and there, knowing just how Ellie felt about the view. 

It was definitely a maddening situation for the three of you. 

When you were moving your hips with euphoria, looking for that righ, moaning against your girlfriend's delicious lips on film, Ellie finally got up suddenly. 

"I-... Have to go to the bathroom", as all she could say, before almost running into said place. 

You and Abby hear the door closing, and finally you could let go a deep breath and hold tightly on the shirt Abby wore. 

"I don't know if I can wait much more", you murmured. Her fingers trailed up to the middle of your thighs, you separating them a bit to welcome her there. The film was still on, and it made everything more intense. 

"Wanna get going?", the way she smiled had you weak, squirming while she pressed your cunt.

Inside the bathroom, Ellie rested her hands on the sink and breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. She could swear she saw you by the peripheral view, smiling while looking at her. Like everything since the first night after filming, she had to convince herself it was just paranoia. 

"It's okay, Ellie. They didn't notice. You can do this", she murmured. 

Washing her face and breathing deeply again, she finally got out after drying herself and doing nothing about the wetness between her legs. 

Turning off the bathroom lights, she thought a small moan she heard was kinda different, but the confirmation only came when she reached the living room again and saw you on top of Abby - not on the TV, though. 

You were literally sitting on her lap, the shorts on the ground and a strong hand pressing your cunt above the pantie's fabric. Muffled moanings came between the kiss you both shared, just like the ones Ellie heard. 

"Uh- I think I'mma get going, I don't want to-", her face was so hot and she probably was trembling. Her body urged not to go, but the rational part of her brain was judging her for standing there even though she just said she would go. 

"Ellie-", you called her. 

You moaned her name. 

Her core clenched around nothing, pleading for her to go and touch the both of you. 

Abby looked over your shoulder and used the free hand to slap your ass, bringing a louder moan followed by the - literally - pornographic sounds on TV. 

That had to be a fucking dream, right? You couldn't possibly be asking for her to do something, right? 

Right? 

"I guess we scared her, princess", the blonde said, smirking. 

"I thought you liked seeing us, Els", you declared while moving the hips on Abby's hand. 

And then it hit her. 

It was all a fucking trap. 

You knew exactly what she thought. Asking her to film you both having sex was no coincidence, not an occasional situation that so happened to have Ellie included, it was deliberated. Fuck, you were exhibiting yourselves to her and she fell like a moth hipnotized by the beautiful flame. 

"Fuck, since when you've been planning this?", the brunette murmured, walking slowly towards the couch again. On the TV, Abby slapped your pussy as you came hard and drenched. 

You felt a chill running down your spine as Ellie's slender fingers touched your shoulder, going up to your neck. Abby watched in awe as you had the hair being pulled slightly to look up, Ellie was testing the waters. 

"This shit has been planned since the beginning?"

"Did you touch yourself looking at us later?", you asked, riding harder. Abby kissed your exposed neck, grabbing your ass while the other hand rubbed your pussy intensively. Green eyes filled with lust analized your features. 

"Did you fuck yourselves thinking about me?" 

Your smile was slick and you wanted to come so bad. The sounds from the video made you even hornier, needing to surrender completely. 

Ellie did something she wanted to do for a long time: she kissed you. And it was intoxicating. Consuming her being from head to toes, oh, it lit a fire inside. It was messy and urgent, and when you both separated her lips were moisty. Then, she pulled Abby by the braid and did the same, their kiss being a bit more slow but not less intense; the gasoline that made the fire grow. 

"Please, Els…", your voice came out whiney. 

"She's been desperate for you", Abby chuckled with disdain, caressing your ass still partially clothed by the panties. "Almost begged me to fuck her in front of you today" 

"Really?", the question wasn't for you, but you nodded. "I thought she was less of a whore"

After the video, she knew how you liked to be treated. And to be pretty honest, it matched what she loved herself. 

"I'm gonna taste you, sweetie. Can I?", her fingers caressed your face, contrasting with the way you were humping hard Abby's hand. Nodding again, you started to feel more and more excited with the sounds from the TV. 

"Shit, baby, your pretty cunt looks so good", Abby's voice filled the room from the video, you knew that was the part she made you sit on her face. 

Ellie kneeled behind you, between Abby's spread legs. The blonde had a blushed face and breath hard, still touching you and having a hard time deciding where to look. She was wet, incredibly wet, and her pussy was aching. 

"After that, I wanna taste you, Abs", Ellie's voice made her squirm and slap your ass again. 

It was all so mind blowing. Her touches snake on your back, under the shirt, feeling your skin while she kisses your ass and hips. You stopped the movements, receiving Abby's lips on yours again as Ellie worshiped you. She grabbed your tits and bit your ass, causing you to sigh and smirk between the kiss. The temperature of the room rose. 

"Get up and take these", she was referring to your panties, which she pulled just so it could snap back on your ass. 

"And then sit back on my lap and watch the tape with me while Ellie tastes your cunt", Abby completed, grimacing with the wetness growing between her legs. 

[dividers by @luvchaewon and @froopis]

[annab-nana]

hello, anna! i love your sleepovers so much, i honestly might need to do my own like yours 🥺 but for my first request, can i do list C, jj maybank (my beloved) with the prompts 2, 4, 10, 12 please?

- 🕯

hi babe! omg you so should!! these sleepovers and blurb nights are my favorite things to do! and of course you can :)

warnings: not proofread, pregnant!reader, rough pregnancy, jj being the best partner ever

❀ masterlist ❀

from the outside looking in, you probably didn't look the most excited to become a mom. that couldn't be farther from the truth. you were extremely happy to be able to have your own child, but man was this pregnancy killing you. you felt sick and tired all the time. your hormones were all over the place. you had aches and pains in your hips and back and your boobs were super sore. you had to pee constantly. the list went on.

though you did feel like hell, you couldn't be more grateful for jj. he was there with you through it all and did his best to make sure you felt as comfortable as you could feel given the circumstances.

he laid with you now, your head on his chest and his hand rubbing up and down your back as the smell of your favorite dinner still filled your house after you ate. he had made you some tea to try and help with your nausea as well. he was always there and patient and sweet.

"jj," you called before moving your head to face him better. you weren't meaning to get emotional, but the tears filled your eyes quicker than you could comprehend.

"hey," he whispered softly, "what's wrong, baby?"

"nothing. i just was gonna say that i love you, but," you paused to sniffle, "these stupid baby hormones are making me cry at everything." you moved to hide your face in the crook of his neck while he felt his heart squeeze. he hated that he couldn't help you with everything because if he could, he would.

"oh, sweetheart," he cooed as he moved his head to press a kiss to your temple, "i love you too baby so much."

a moment of silence passed as you calmed yourself before jj spoke up again. "are you ready to head to bed, sweet thing?"

you chucked into his skin—a reaction he adored much more than your tears—and nodded your head. you regretted it as soon as you got up though because that pain in your hips came back. jj knew what was wrong by the way your hands held the pained area.

"can i carry you to bed?" he asked it in that way because he knew that if he asked if you wanted him to, you'd say no, but if he said it like he wanted to with your approval, you were more likely to say yes which you did.

once you were both settled in bed, jj wrapped his arms around you once more. you pressed a kiss to his jaw and said, "you know how much i appreciate you, right?"

"yeah, i just-" he sighed, "i kinda feel bad. i wasn't the best at checking the dates on the condoms we used and i didn’t realize they’d expired. i feel like it's my fault you're in pain and suffering all the time."

"jj, no. was this planned? not at all, but i think it happened for a reason. and yeah, this isn't the most fun right now, but a little bit of bad is going to lead to a lifetime of good. all of this won't matter once we hold him."

"her," jj corrected, adamant you were carrying a girl while you felt the exact opposite.

"that part is debatable, but whatever they are, we will love them with all our hearts and all of this will be in the past," you told him honestly before a smirk pulled at your lips, "but they are definitely your kid."

"why's that?" the blond played along, curious to your reasoning.

"because you both are a pain in the ass."

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[bear-girlfriend]

hhhnnnngggggg i need to put this somewhere holy FUCK. last night my butch fucked me sooooo goooooddddd my fucking god.

my butch and their roommate had one of their art nights last night and i was painting a big cardboard box (that i'm going to make into one of those sunshine care packages for them) and everyone kept asking me about it and i was being cagey because it's supposed to be a surprise. this will be relevant i promise

everyone else left and my butch and i were alone and we went to go lay down on their bed and it started with us cuddling and i was all wrapped around them and squishing them a little bit because i can't help my cute aggression for them sometimes *~* and i was whining and humming and i don't know how we got on this but they started joking about how they'd make a good werewolf because . transgender. and i was laughing and squishing them more and they started to ask me what in particular i'd like about it and i just mumbled into their shoulder "monsterfucker" and they asked more so i started talking about how they'd be even bigger and stronger and cozier. and i get nervous a lot so i didn't say this but i was thinking about them fucking me and knotting me, and biting me and leaving marks that would last longer than normal, and having ruts and not letting me leave the bed for days on end, and i'd have to stay so they could fuck me into oblivion to take care of them or else they'd hunt me down and drag me back to their room themself *///u///*

and then (this is a daze i'm so embarrassed that i don't remember) they asked me to turn over onto my stomach and started using that low, sweet voice i love that always makes me melt and stroked my ass a little bit and asked if they had any reason to spank me (! ///.///) and i kinda short circuited, and when i didn't answer they grabbed my hair and said "i asked you a question." and i stuttered out something about the box and how i wasn't saying anything about it even though they asked me so many times and they leaned over my back and said something in my ear but it just sounded like pure dripping sex and then i felt a smack on my ass and it was loud and i just wanted to moan but i pushed my face into the pillow because we couldn't tell if their roommate was back or not

i had my arms out holding on to the headboard while they spanked me a few more times, and then they asked if i wanted them to tie me up and i reeeeaaaallllllyyyyy did (and i don't know where they got this from because i was facedown on the bed and not knowing/being able to anticipate is so much fun we need to use some blindfolds more often) so they have a rope rosary and tie my wrists together behind my back (guh i wonder if they took a picture) and they kept asking me how it felt and if i was okay and after it clicked for me how much they were checking in and taking care of me, i felt so loved and my heart felt all twisted up in ways that probably aren't physically possible <3 and they spanked me some more until they got nervous about their roommate hearing.

so they asked me what else i wanted and i begged them to touch me, to finger me, and they just pushed my panties to the side and started touching me and that alone made me so much wetter because holy fuck i did not realize how hot that is everyone was so right about it. and they fingered me until i just couldn't take it anymore, and they untied me and laid down next to me and kept asking how i was, if i was sore, where, what did it feel like, and they were so patient with me and focused and i've never felt so loved or paid attention to. i was laying down on my stomach still and i would look at my hands and the marks the ropes left and touch the indentations and i'm not very good at talking when i get like that mostly because i get embarrassed or because i'm trying to translate the words in my head into something less embarrassing but still true or i'm trying to even register how i feel because sometimes i shut down or numb out for other reasons. and it was so good! and i came back down and my butch was there and thinking about that makes me want to cry it was so fucking good.

[scudevils]

Girl— I NEED bratty reader who is really chatty and dom!max fucking her face and like “putting your big mouth to use”

THIS IS FILTHY but like hhjwbrbbebbrjr

play with fire — MV1

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: smut, swearing, dom!max, bratty reader, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), rough sex, slight reader x charles, google translated dutch

synopsis: another win, another club, and max is tired of your relentless teasing [3.5k]

a/n: when i tell you i dropped everything and RAN to write this i mean it and i hope it lives up to your expectations!! i’m still pretty new to rough smut so its kinda still a bit soft in some places 🫠. also with the ending, a part 2 may happen 🤭

a/n (2): coming back to this fic i realised i forgot to mention that this is simply fanfic, as in it is not real, please do not base your sexual relationships on anything i write especially when it is rougher like in this fic.

You didn't even have to look to know his eyes were on you, burning the image of you dancing into his memory.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, goosebumps forming on your skin underneath the short dress you wore, intentionally choosing the shortest dress you'd packed for the weekend, and his favourite one you owned.

His eyes never left the way your dress hugged your curves in all the right places, riding above your mid thigh, a low cut neck just to tempt him further. Admiring how even in the dark lit club the colour complimented your tan thanks to the Bahrain sun.

Just behind you he also never took his eyes of the taller driver, edging closer to you every other second until his back was just a hair away from yours. Max was content enough in his relationship that he didn't seen Charles as a threat, he had trust enough in you to know nothing would ever happen, it was Charles he didn't trust.

The clock had just struck 2am, drunk groups leaving for the journey back to their hotel, quickly replaced by another, less drunk but still not sober group. Max liked to think he was a patient man when it came to you, he knew you liked to tease him, especially on a night like this where he wasn't giving you as much attention as you wanted, and that's exactly what you were doing.

He saw how you moved your body closer to the Monegasques body, his hands itching to grab at your hips. The thin fabric on your thighs drifted higher the more you danced, and it took everything in Max's power to not pull you away from him, to teach you a lesson in front of everyone in the club.

The dutchman excused himself from the people he was forcing himself to talk to, a tight lipped smile a nod of his head and he was already making his way over to you.

Your body instinctively leant into the familiar hold on your hips, the hand on the small of your back, being pulled flush against his chest. "Having fun?" His accent almost seemed thicker, whether it was the annoyance lacing it or the alcohol in his system you didn't care.

"Mhm, Charles is a great dancer." Turning to face him, a smile on your face as you feigned looking for the Monegasque, ultimately giving up when he was dancing with another girl.

Max didn't looked impressed by your answer, hands  with fidgeting with the looser material of the dress, wanting to feel you as close to him as possible. "Heard he's a great kisser too," You laid small, barely there, kisses across his skin, stopping just underneath his earlobe before you spoke again. "Think i should go see if that's true?"

You went to move, to go over the very man you talking about before you were pulled back into Max’s arm, this time feeling more compelled to stay "We're going home."

A small laugh escaped your mouth as his words, this was your favourite side of Max, when his patience was worn thin, seconds away from snapping, in those moments he looked at you like he never does any other time. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, craning his head down towards you. "And if i want to stay? Then what."

"You won't," His voice dropped an octave, the drunken slur he had to it driving you crazy. "Unless you want me to take you into that bathroom and leave you till you're practically begging me to make you cum." Max punctuated his words with a tender kiss to your temple, almost mockingly with the drastic contrast to what he said.

You pouted teasingly, running your finger along the underside of his jaw. "You'll do that anyway, need more convincing." Max watched as you went back to leaving kisses across his exposed skin, marks forming in your wake.

The grip on your waist tightened, smirking against his body when you felt his hand just underneath your jaw, forcing your head up to look at him, seeing the lust filled irritation in his eyes. "We're going home." He punctuated each word, and even on one of your most defiant days you weren't going to argue with him when he had that tone.

You couldn't even remember how you'd gotten home, wether Max had drove or whether you'd gotten a taxi, only feeling the pressure of his body on yours pushed up against the hotel wall.

Your hand slipped from around his neck, inching down the front of his body, across his abdomen, down to just over his jeans. Teasing over where the bulge was straining against the fabric, a smirk on your face when you heard his breath getting stuck in his throat. "Thought you weren't gonna fuck me anymore?"

You brought back up the conversation from earlier on that evening, both of you just getting ready to leave for the race when you got the idea. The shower was on, bathroom filled with steam when you joined him underneath the hot water, not long before you were on your knees for him, and when you felt him edging closer you left him there.

Before he left for the track he'd threatened you with that, telling you he'd never fuck you again.

"Got quite an attitude today don't you, Schatje?" He commented, hand around your throat squeezing as he left a hickey at the base of your neck. "It was cute at first but not you're being a brat." You let out an exaggerated whimper at his words, rolling your eyes when you caught him looking at you. "Tell me, do you want me to fuck you? Or can you do it all on your own."

At your lack of answer, his fingers forced your face to look at him, seeing his flushed cheeks and puffy lips, a look in his eyes that reignited the fire in your belly. You shook your head, hearing a tut from Max at your reply. "If you don't want me to fuck you then what do you want?"

You paused for a moment, thinking over how he'd react at the answer you were about to give. "Wanna know how Charles would fuck me," His hand tightened around your throat, irritation that was in his eyes now a full blown anger, feeling the pads of his fingers digging into your skin. "Do you think it would be slow? Or would be fuck me fast how i like it?"

"I think you need a reminder of who come home to every night." You couldn't even deny how desperate you were when he talked like that, how demanding he was, the way he had complete control over your body, he was insatiable, like a drug.

Max muttered under his breath, pulling your dress up around your waist, ignoring the sound of the seams splitting from his harsh movement, and you whined at the rush of cold air hitting your unclothed cunt.

"No panties?" He looked down at you, locking eyes as you shook your head, still defiant to give into him. "Didn't realise i was dating such a slut, letting everyone see you like this."

"Should've paid more attention to me." You huffed out, feeling unappreciated by your dutch boyfriend and he hummed at your words, the crack in his tough exterior being the way he held your hand towards the bed, the warmth although slowly replaced when he laid you down against the soft mattress.

His lips met yours as he ran his hands down your body, pressing against your clit with his thumb before pushing a finger inside you, capturing your moan in his mouth. "You want more attention?" He questioned against your lips, nodding furiously as he slipped another finger in you.

Max didn't even wait for you to answer him properly not stopping his movements, instead picking up as he relentlessly brought you closer and closer to the edge before slowing down enough to leave you just nearly there, just as you'd done earlier. Your back was arched off of the bad, chest pressed against his, biting down on your bottom lip to hide your desperate moans.

"You wanna cum, liefje?" You nodded your head repeatedly against his body, ready to do anything he asked of you for any sort of release. The addition of his thumb against your clit had you whining loudly, your body already tired and slumping against his. "Too bad."

His words were only turning you on more, the dark undertone in his voice leaving your imagination to run wild on how'd he'd make you suffer through the night. "Open your eyes." You did as he said, the eye contact instant as his eyes bore into yours.

"Max, please." You were half pleading with him to stop the teasing, the give in, whilst the other half wanted him to, you wanted him to teach you a lesson. He gave you a faux look of sympathy, and just when you felt you were about to tip over the edge he stopped all movement.

"You didn't really think you were gonna get off that easy did you?" His fingers being pushed between your lips prevented you from answering, not that you had the dignity left to argue. "You've been all talk tonight," Shying away from looking at him, he let out a short laugh. "Finally gonna put that mouth to good use now, aren't you?"

You shook your head, straightening your back as you sat up to look at the Dutchman defiantly, crossing your arms, in return he cocked his head to the side. Max sighed, already tired of the act you were putting on, the bratty attitude you were having, and you writhed in his arms when he brought you onto his lap, inches away from his face.

"All you had to do was listen, and you can't even do that." His calm voice was what worried you the most, and you got your answer of what he was about to do when he'd bent you over his still clothed thigh, but not before pulling the creased dress over your head, leaving you bare.

"I can-"

"Don't argue with me, schatje." Feeling even more vulnerable than before, being completely naked in front of Max was nothing new but it was when he was still fully clothed. He ran his hand over your bare ass, giving you the chance to back down and when you didn't he brought his hand down against the tender skin, a moan falling from your lips as he did.

and again, and again.

"You can stop this, y/n, although i don't know if you want to." Whining at his words, Max slapped his hand against you again, soothing down the burning red skin before going again. "Tell me, are you gonna behave?"

His hand ran across the reddened skin, ready to land another slap when you nodded your head, just barely catching his eye. "Words." Was all he said, waiting patiently for you to admit defeat.

"I'll behave Max, please." He wiped a fallen tear from your cheek, smudging your mascara in the process, hands around your waist when he pulled you up to meet his face.

He pushed a fallen strand of hair behind you ear, an action that matched the soft tone of his voice, but only for a split second. "Good, now get on your knees."

Your hands drifted towards his waistband, removing his jeans as quickly as you could dragging them down to his muscular thighs, his cock inches away, straining against his tight calvins.

Painfully slow you pulled them down, his hard cock slapping against his lower stomach, your eyes flickering up to see Max's already on yours, watching your every move, his tip coated completely in pre cum. No matter how many times you'd seen him like this, and how many more times you're sure you'll see it, every time felt like first.

Max had propped himself up on his forearms to be able to look at you. Teasingly, you placed a singular kiss to the tip, testing the waters to see how lenient he'd be with you, watching as he twitched and smugly smiling up at Max, his eyes closes im anticipation. From the tip to the base you continued a line of kisses, wanting every part of him to be appreciated, just like you always did. When you reached the tip again, you licked away the salty pre cum that coated your lips, hearing him groan.

"Don't tease me, thought you were trying to be good?" His voice rang in your ears, gathering enough spit in your hand, moving your hand up and down the length of his cock, making sure to reach every part of it. "Behave." You smirked at his warning, still choosing to ignore him when you peppered more kisses across his thighs and tip again.

The veins in his arms rippled as he held himself up, only a little while longer and he would be collapsing against the bed.

Max's hips bucked up into your hand, needing more than what you were giving him. He was desperate to be able to feel your lips around his cock, watching as it disappeared down your throat then reappeared seconds later. The way your mascara is half way down your face afterwards driving him inside. Your lips ghosted over his tip once again, your hot breath fanning against. "Open your mouth."

If there was one thing you loved more than Max, it was getting him to that demanding stage, where his need to feel you took over. The unconventional power trip it gave you to have him as putty in your hands and be able to take away what he was feeling instantly, it made you feel in control and you revelled in that. "Fucking open your mouth."

Instead of giving him what he wanted you continued to kiss up and down his length. Changing your path over to the thick thighs of his you loved so much, leaving hickey's as a reminder onto them both. Max's hips bucked up again, desperation in his eyes as he looked down at you. "Y/n-"

His breath had caught in his throat when you pushed his cock down as far as it could go, the tip hitting against the back had you gagging. He let out a groan as you bobbed your head up and down, grabbing your hair and making a makeshift ponytail out of it to guide you.

Your nails dug into his thigh as he continued to push himself deeper down your throat, groaning when you gagged around him, the vibrations sending him into a frenzy. "Fuck, this is all your mouths good for, you hear me?" Max's head rolled back in pleasure, his exposed neck taunting you to leave more marks.

Max's face contorted into different variations of pleasure when you looked up at him through your eyelashes. Finally he looked back down at you to find you already looking at him, moaning as you kept eye contact. The heavy hand on your head forced his cock down your throat again, hollowing out your cheeks to allow him down further.

You were enjoying this too much for Max's liking, pulling you off him to readjust by the end of the bed, your knees of the ground when he forcedd himself down your throat.

The new angle had you nearly choking on him, gagging around cock and be pushed himself deeper down your throat, tears spilling from your eyes which only spurred him on more. "Just like that, don't stop."

The blackening from your mascara dripping down your face as you continued, meeting the intense thrusts of his hips, whining when you felt it get too much. "Don't you dare whine, liefje." When you felt Max's thighs start to twitch and tense you knew he was close. "Fuck don't stop." He was practically pleading with you and you had no plan to until he was cumming down your throat.

Which would come as soon as you thought, within seconds his breath caught in his throat, the pressure of him grip on your hair lessen, thrusts becoming more erratic and Max didn't move from your mouth until every last bit of his release was down your throat. Without hesitation , you swallowed, the saltiness you were already used to leaving an after-taste.

You whined as he brought you back to your feet, pressing your lips together in an almost bruising kiss. Just as before you wanted to push your luck, running your hands along his now shirtless abdomen, seeing how he tensed under your touch, but still he wasn't going to give into you.

"Does my baby want to come? Is she done being a brat?" Nodding against his body, Max was quick in wrapping your legs around his hips, feeling him hardening underneath you, rolling your hips against his before he stopped you.

"You have no control right now, understand?” His head dipped to your neck, going over his past mark and adding more as he did so. Max's mouth moved against yours, his hands roaming your body, squeezing your thighs when he reached them and pushing them wider. 

Max captured your moan as he pushed inside of you, being too caught up in the way his lips felt against your skin to realise he'd lifted your hips to meet him. "You feel so good, always do." He whispered the words against your ear, kissing behind your earlobe, the words of praise proving rare for the night.

A multitude of swear words and his name fell from your mouth, his unrelenting pace already bringing you closer and closer to your impending high. Your already sensitive cunt contracting around Max, a groan being pulled from him as you were chasing your first orgasm.

Your thighs tightened around his waist, his fingers now circling your clit being what drove you over the edge. Biting down on his shoulder, sure to leave a mark, his name falling from your mouth in a moan, nails digging into the skin of his back.

Max never gave you any time to recover, keeping his hands on your hips as he rolled them against his own. His thrusts were just as fast and deep as before, maybe even more so. "Max-" You croaked out his name, an attempt to get at least an ounce of pity from him, something that never came. "I can't, it's too much."

Max's fingers fell underneath your jaw, forcing you into looking him. His pupils were dilated as he looked down at you, swollen lips and red cheeks accompanied. "You can take it, i know you can." You wanted to argue, tell him you needed a break but he hit just that right spot inside of you there was no place for an argument. "Prove to me you're still my good girl.”

You were already overstimulated, the pleasure becoming too much to handle as your second high hit. Tears fell from your eyes from the overwhelming sensation, stinging the already wet patches on your cheeks. When he slowed down you expected him to stop, give you a couple minutes to recover. Max, however, wiped the fallen tears before continuing just as fast as he had before.

"One more, schatje, just one more." He kissed your temple in the first proper display of affection he had shown you that night.

From the way he was twitching inside of you, you could feel just how close he was to his own release. His thrusts became sloppier and less consistent as his groans grew louder. It was now his turn to his his face in your neck, moaning against your skin as he felt you clench around him.

Your body was ready to collapse from exhaustion, arms moving from around his neck to support your body on the counter. Within a couple seconds you felt him release inside of you, a groan to follow it and spurring on your own orgasm.

Max was the first to move, sliding himself out of you, making you wince at the loss of contact. You could already feel him cum leaking out of you, despite how deep he was in you. "You look so pretty like this, filled with my cum."

His back fell onto the mattress beside you, arms open for you to crawl into, and you happily accepted. "Bet Charles couldn't get you to cum like that." Max teased you, nipping at the skin between your neck and shoulder.

"I like seeing you jealous." You laughed as he tried defending himself, claiming he wasn't jealous, that Charles had nothing to do with it, and you nodded your head, still not believing him when your hands found the short strands of his hair, then he said something you wouldn't in a million years had expected to come out of his mouth.

"Invite him to join next time then, see if i'm jealous."

[mxynxz]

Dr Strange x f!reader oneshot || gentle smut

MY FIRST SMUT ONESHOT ! i showed my friends and they said its rlly good so I feel comfortable enough to post it-

there's some spelling mistakes in there but that should be it-

wordcount: 1.5k

"fuck.." you whispered from underneath your heavy breathing, you came all over Stephens mattress. you got so lost thinking about him that you didn't even realize you started fingering yourself. you came so much it even slipped through your panties. making his bed a whole mess.

just before you could start cleaning up, Stephen walked in. ''shit..'' you though, ''I totally ruined it now''

''looks like someone had been having a fun time without me, did you enjoy yourself?''. he walked over to you, looking down on you and the mess you made.

''i thought you were busy talking with Wong.. and I really missed you''

he smirked and pinned you back down on the bed and crawled on top of you without hesitation. He grabbed your dirty hand and started sucking the juice off while continuing to look deep into your e/c eyes. You couldn't help but loose eye contact to look at his bulge growing

''now now..'' he stopped licking of your fingers and grabbed your jaw ''what did i say about loosing eye contact?''

''Stephen.. I'm sorr-''.

before you could finish your sentence he had already both your legs in his hands, he laid them on his shoulders, making it so his bulge pressed hard against your soaking wet panties. ''ill show you what your little fingers can't do'' he started rubbing your clit in circles with his thumb, making you moan slightly. you continued looking into his green eyes as he scanned your whole body.

he placed both his hands on the collar of your shirt, and literally ripped it off of you, exposing your whole chest.

he looked at your boobs, at your face, and back at your chest again.

his cock grew so big there was a lot of pressure on his pants, so he took them off.

''you can look now''. you smiled slightly and without hesitation your eyes were locked on his throbbing bulge. He leaned in forward to kiss you, ''I love you''

''I love you t-'', you cut your own sentence off with a loud moan, he started moving back and forth, pressing his bulge against your wet pussy. you heard him chuckle from on top of you.

he kissed his way down to you chest, he started nibbling on one nipple, and squeezing/pulling the other with his right hand. You love it when he pulls on your nipples. its kinda painful, but nice.

''Stephen.. please…''

he stopped and tilted his head to look at you, still massaging your other boob ''hmm? what's wrong sweetheart?''

''please.. please give me it.''

he smirked and teased ''give you what exactly..?''

you couldn't hold it no longer, you want him so bad.

''your big veiny cock.. please Stephen.. please put it in me'' you begged him like a little kitten meowing for wet food

he kissed you ''will you be a good girl for me?''

you nodded quickly, ''yes! yes.. I promise.. please..'' you begged him again ''I promise ill be good''

he sat up ''alright then'' saying with a smirk.

he tried to tease you as much as possible, taking out his cock really slow, but it wasn't that easy since it was rock hard and throbbing fast as fuck

you almost started drooling, it was so big and veiny, you couldn't wait any longer.

he pulled your panty to the side and rubbed his tip against your entrance, teasing you even more. you know he loves teasing you

''I know you want it. but you gotta be patient..'' he said. ''eyes on me''

your eyes quickly shifted from his cock to his eyes again. his free hand grabbed yours, while the other was still rubbing your clit.

he looked down, ''all this for me? you just came and you're already soaking wet'' he grinned.

before you could answer he was already inside of you, you gasped for air while holding his hand tight and the other hand above your head.

he pushed deeper into you, you bit your lip while tears started forming

''just say the word, and ill stop'' he said gently

''no.. please don't stop..''

he chuckled, ''alright then''. without a warning the thrusted into you real hard. in and out. slowly and gently.

your walls started adjusting to his size. ''it fits so perfectly'' he groaned while thrusting into you again, in and out.

your boobs bounced up and down with the rhythm of his movements. you couldn't help but moan out his name ''Stephen.. please''

you didn't need to give any more instructions. he knew exactly what you meant. he put both his hands on your hips while he thrusts in and out of you faster, which let to sending vibrations throughout your whole body. you started getting goosebumps, he feels so good and knows exactly when its too much. but not now, you didn't want him to stop.

''such a good girl..'' he grunted out. you felt his grip tighten on your waist when he felt your walls clench around him.

Stephen was close. he groaned so lowly, your whole body was vibrating.

he thrusted into you one more time deeper than ever, and came inside of you. followed by your own orgasm.

he slowly pulled his cock out. but immediately stuffed 3 fingers back in, ''you're not gonna let any spill out. you know a punishment follows if you do.'' your legs were shaking and could barely move. but you clenched your walls together one more time making sure none of his warm seed leaks out.

he took out his fingers and you released a big sigh of relief. none of the seed slipped out. "good girl'' he praised.

you grabbed his hand and put it in your mouth, sucking off all the seamen. he put another hand on your jaw ''wanna go take a bath together?''

-AFTER CARE PART- (fluff only but mentions of sex)

you nod and he picked you up like a baby

he placed you in the bathtub and let it fill with water, not too warm since you guys were already sweating. his cock was already rock hard again seeing you being all wet. he sat behind you and hugged you tightly ''I love you, not only for the sex. I love your personality, everything about you'' you laughed silently ''i love you too Stephen, and also not just for the sex. you make me feel comfortable and loved''

he started kissing your neck and back while washing it with water. the bathtub was already full.

he started washing your hair wish shampoo, ''you're beautiful, you know that right?''.

you laughed again, ''Stephen.. you cant even see my face right now''

''hmm.. I can actually'' he opened up a portal in front of his face and yours. making it so you guys can see each other. he leaned in for a kiss.

''gosh.. you and your magic..''

he raised an eyebrow ''what's wrong with it''

''no no I don't mean it that way! I love your magic and I really wish I could do the same..'' you started playing with your fingers underwater as you waited for the same response. ''you know its too dangerous..''

''yes, Stephen. I know..'' a tear started forming and you tried to hide it by washing your face with water

of course he saw, ''don't cry baby. I know you want to. I just cant always protect you, what if they kill you? or worse, kidnap and torture you? what if you die? I can't live without you y/n..'' he sighed. ''if you really want to, I can teach you. but I'm not letting you fight evil, I cant risk it''

you turned around to see his real face, instead of the one in the portal

''would you really??''

he sighed, ''yes.. but promise me, you'll always listen to what I say, and if we do fight danger. you stand behind me. okay?''

''i promise'' you kissed him and he kissed you back.

[hwanchaesong]

👤: ATEEZ Choi Jongho

📼: Light, All About You, The Letter - ATEEZ

genre and warnings: fluffff, just plain fluff of pillows and rainbows

word count: 527

for anyone who wants to, don't be shy and send me asks based on Prompts Request Song Version. Thank you so much!

requested by: @hyvn-jaeee

Letter no. 1: My love, I would always thank the heavens for bringing you to me.

The moment he laid his eyes on you, Jongho knew that he'd fall in love within a matter of time. The way your smile lit up the whole room, your voice waking every nerve up in his body, he already admitted his defeat before the fight even begun.

Letter no. 2: Anywhere you go, I'll always follow you.

He hasn't made any direct contact with you, but the effect you had on him was unbelievable.

He sees you everywhere, even in his dreams.

Letter no. 3: Row your boat with me darling, let's sail on a voyage.

If it wasn't for his friends who kept on pushing him towards you, he will never gain the courage to talk to you.

He's kinda glad that his nosy friends are there for him.

Letter no. 4: Revel during the scenes where we get to laze under each other's warmth and shine.

Simple conversations, light touches, bashful smiles, that all led to a wonderful scenario where the two of you are holding each other's hands, walking down the flowery path of love.

Letter no. 5: You are, as cliched as it sounds, the best thing that ever happened to me.

Jongho's hands are sweaty, knees shaking and the last time he felt these symptoms was back then, when he's sure that he'll flunk his exams.

Letter no. 6: Many people say that time flies when you are having fun, it's the opposite for me though. When I'm with you, time slows down.

There you stood, looking beautiful as always, patiently waiting for him to arrive. He's already at the meeting place, just afraid to show his self because he feels like puking, his anxiety getting the best of him.

Letter no. 7: Even when we're apart, we're not. In you I found my home, the spark that lights up my soul, we're meant to be.

"Did you bring the scraps that I gave you every anniversary?" he asked, sitting down next to you on a bench, the two of you having a peaceful date at the beach.

"Don't call it that," you scolded him, "those letters are precious to me and yes, I brought them."

He smiles, standing up before you, "Have you noticed something about them?"

You raised an eyebrow, inspecting the scribbles but nothing caught your eye.

"There's nothing here." you said, confusion etched on your face as you held the papers up.

Jongho rolled his eyes, "Look at the first letters of every paragraph."

You did as he instructed, gasping when you realized what they were.

'M. A. R. R. Y. M. E.'

You gasped, lowering the papers down, upon looking at the man of your dreams, he's now kneeling down, a soft look in his face as he opens a velvet box.

"Took you long enough, dummy."

You pinched yourself, waking yourself up from this fantasy, not believing that the destiny you have been waiting for is flashing right before your eyes.

"So what do you say? Will you hold onto me while we surf our way in this world?"

[backtoyuta]

NCT 127: at a frat party

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❁ [Taeil] Introverted confidant; Taeil is the guy you go to to seek solace in when you're not really feeling the vibe. Maybe the music sucked, the drinks weren't having an effect on you or it was too rowdy, whatever the problem was you could always sneak away or locate him somewhere a little quieter and just observe the mess from a distance. He'll laugh appreciatively if you took the initiative to sneak some snacks or drinks laid out and ruffle you hair playfully to thank you, making astute remarks about how drunk his friends are and groan about how he'll probably have to carry one of them home later. It's likely that you'll both be stuck with the task of making sure everyone gets home safe, shove bread in someone's mouth in hopes of it helping somehow even if you're not totally sober yourself. Maybe he gets really into the party once in a while, and when he does he benignly encourages you to let loose yourself and join in the fun, however it's almost always a guarantee that you'll end up taking a breather from the noise together in the garden, the part of the living room that isn't occupied, in desperate situations a random storage cupboard (Everybody got the wrong idea with that one) (No, you never quite lived it down). It's a nice feeling to see his expression perk when he finally sees you, the quick hug you always exchange, the knowing glances when your social batteries are already dying and its time to dip.

❁ [Johnny] Life of the party; Being the extroverted king he is, Johnny is the guy you might end up holding onto his sleeve for most of the night, figuratively. The guy that knows everyone, he'll happily adopt you if you look like you feel out of your depth and kindly make you a drink and usher you towards a group to try and let loose. Being with Johnny means a lot of attention, being introduced to people here and there and him playfully picking on you during drinking games, volunteering to make a fool of himself when someone dares you to do something a little too outrageous. Johnny is the comfort you need whilst simultaneously the reason for your death because drunk Johnny means a lot of shameless flirting and eye contact from across the kitchen counter, as well as keeping you close to his side and out of reach when someone else tries the same thing on you. At some heinous hour in the morning the rooms are considerably emptier, discarded cups everywhere and chiller music is humming from the bluetooth speakers, you could kid yourself that it was just you two even though you're sitting in a pool of people. His arm swung casually around your shoulders, "Did you have a good time?" Falling from his mouth slightly slurred and giving you an affectionate squeeze and a lazy kiss to the top of your head when you nod your head yes.

❁ [Taeyong] Hangover mum no. 1; We all know Taeyong has his maternal vibe going on, but lest we forget he too is a guy in his mid twenties looking for a good time. That being said, he wasn't surprised when Johnny dropped you off to his charge, the smell of alcohol radiating off of you, your appearance looking a lot more fragile from what he remembered when you first arrived that evening. He was incredibly patient, letting you rest in his bedroom while you sipped your water, salty pretzels at the ready for when you got the munchies and if disaster struck, he didn't judge when he pushed your hair back for a tactical chunder. He would assure you that you weren't keeping him from his friends when it had been a little while, and would keep a close eye on you when you rejoin the group, just a cup of lemonade in your grasp as a means of preventing a relapse. He's the guy that doesn't pressure you to join during drinking games, is perfectly content to give you his hoodie and let you sidle up to him as means of comfort and just observe everyone else admitting to disgusting truths during Never Have I Ever. At the end of the night he walks to your pace, will listen and hum attentively at any drunken musings that fall out of your mouth he knows you'll regret telling him tomorrow.

❁ [Yuta] King of the drinking games; Yuta isn't the type to shy away from a good time, and he's always front and centre when it comes to lowkey humiliating himself in Ring of Fire, truth or dare, or any of the classics. His confidence outweighs the most disgusting things he's admitted to doing, the embarrassment of what someone dared him to do and you've never seen someone chug a drink with so much gusto. Always manages to come up with the most evil questions, hitting right where it hurts and you dread when his turn rolls around again and his gaze lands on you. He's impressed when you take up his dares with dignity, or admit shamelessly to any hidden tattoos or piercings. If you caught his interest, will switch on the scorpio and keep his gaze trained on you for the rest of the night, will try and pry any information out of you by keeping you included in conversations and will 100% invite you to his room when the party is over. His demeanour reads as chaotic, he thrives being around his friends, but you somehow manage to unlock that calmer more intuitive part of him when he catches you outside the bathroom to check that he didn't go too far during one of the infamous games being played in the living room.

❁ [Doyoung] Hangover mum no.2; We've all seen the sweet and caring side of Doyoung jump out before, so if you're on your merry way towards being wasted he can't help but intervene to make sure you're ok. Don't be fooled though, he doesn't really have the patience of Taeyong, so expect a whole lotta tough love. He won't hesitate to flick you on the forehead when you get a little too in his face, though he deliberately doesn't do it too hard. Inadvertently gives off the impression that you're a nuisance as he scoffs and sighs at you weeping over a packet of crisps, has to later make a point of assuring you that "you're fine, you should just know better". There's an air of fondness that lingers when you settle down a bit and start to enjoy yourself at a more acceptable level of tipsiness and he insists that he walks you home. "Begrudgingly" hands over his jacket when you complain about being cold even though that was his plan all along, and takes mental notes of all the ridiculous drunken comments you make so he can torment you with them later.

❁ [Jaehyun] The guy who may or may not be responsible for your death; One thing about Jaehyun, he's the guy who's terrible at mixing drinks. Don't look at Johnny, he won't help you, when you asked for sex on the beach expect anal on the rocks because Jaehyun knows jack shit about ratio of alcohol to mixer. Don't worry too much, as much as it's his fault for accidentally getting you trashed, he takes as much responsibility for looking after you and making sure you have a good time. Lowkey turns into a frat boy cliche, the hat is on backwards and he's already tugging your arm to coerce you into being his partner for beer pong. He drinks most of the cups whenever you lose to make up for the terrifying concoctions he had you drink earlier and celebrates over excessively when you win by wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and lifting you in to the air slightly. His harmless nice chad vibes make for good company and there's the tingly feeling of chemistry when he laughs loudly at your jokes, eyes turning into little crescents and dimples popping, he watches proudly and thinks "that's my girl" when you make all his friends laugh with you.

❁ [Jungwoo] Level 300 clinger; whether you're moving between groups, leaving to get more food, or shifting to get a better view of the beer pong table, Jungwoo will find a way to squeeze in next to you some way some how. You can always feel an arm ghosting around your waist or around your shoulders, or hear his giggle right there beside your ear. After spending so much time on your feet, you both eventually flop on the sofa, a tangled mess of limbs whilst you try and catch your breath. People keep asking if you're together because of the excessive physical contact, and you hate how he thrives at you scrambling awkwardly for an answer to convey that wasn't the case while he just smiles innocently, making no effort to debunk the comments. There's a high chance that if either of you end up staying over in the other's house, he'll make sure he'll consensually sleep right there next to you, talking randomly about any topic that crosses his mind until you fall asleep. The mornings involve laughing at each other's bed head until you tune into your hangover's, sharing the one bottle of water while scrambling for painkillers and nagging at each other for not cutting either of you off when you went too far.

❁ [Mark] Lightweight; to keep it short and simple, Mark Lee proved himself to be a bit of a lightweight from the get-go, and now here you were, the room dim and bass thumping while Mark laughs loudly at whatever Johnny was saying and you haven't even been there for an hour yet. Mark is the guy that is kinda hard to keep track of, you thought you saw him in the kitchen but now he's messing around with Haechan in the garden and each time you regroup with him he's even more drunk than before. He always finds you eventually, maybe you were taking a load off at the snack table, munching crisps and replying to texts when a lanky arm swings over your shoulders and Mark's smily face is way too close to your line of sight asking if you're OK. If he feels he's neglected you for too long he overcompensates by ushering you to his current group and making a point of pulling a fold out chair right next to his, his laugh dominating the conversation even if the joke wasn't that funny. When the night draws to a close, he settles down, the lack of people taking a toll on his energy and that's where he engages in conversations way too deep for a frat party and way too personal for just friends, though you never worried, there was no way he would remember any of this tomorrow.

❁ [Haechan] Partner in crime; That one friend who you end up hanging with the whole night, even if that wasn't the intention. Haechan doesn't fear drunkenness, it doesn't seem like he fears anything, and he'll always without fail drag you down with him. He's the guy that cheers obnoxiously when you down your shot, always picks on you in the drinking games because he loves to see you embarrassed and the one you sneak away with to try cigarettes even if it turns out you don't really like them. His famous last words are always "I'll do it if you do it" and that's the story of how you both ended up jumping into a neighbour's pool completely wasted, and now hoarding the bottle of tequila. Haechan is the guy that kind of makes you make a complete fool out of yourself, but always assures you that nobody will remember by the morning and to just live in the moment. Your favourite part of these frat parties is always looking through your photos the next day and laughing at all the horrendous selfies and videos he took before you noticed he had your phone for the last 15 minutes.

[lovers-in-love-around-the-world]

kinda yandere homicidal liu x reader

Type: kinda obsessed

Triggers: murder, pills(if people asks but i do have this but it only sometimes it effects me), kinda rape kinda not, cursing maybe i dont know but i will but this here just incase i do and i didnt relized i did

Pov. you

I was walking home from a long day at the hospital. The only reason why I am walking back home is because my car for some odd reason broke down. And another bad thing about this is that it is pouring really hard. I was glad that I was at least wearing a sweatshirt. I kinda wished i wore a coat but it is summer and even in the rain it would be too hot to wear one.

I had around 5 more mins till I got home and then I could get out of my wet clothes and take a hot bath. We had a long day at the hospital because we have one patient who is around 80 years old and he would not stop getting someone to come to his room. He really wanted to take his pills. Most of the time he is never like this, but every once in a while he will get like this. I didn't get to deal with him but I had to get his pills, food, ect.

I was working with kids for most of the day. It was really fun working with them. We did group things, coloring, I had to give them their pills and get their food. I played games with some of them, the others wanted nothing to do with me today. So with the kids who wanted nothing to do with me I tried and tried to do things with them. Just trying to make it better there. But only a few of them would hang out with me today and do things. It was kinda sad that some wanted to do nothing but be alone and do things by themselves. But I let them because I didn't want them to be mad at me.

The rest of the day i had to deal with some guy who got shot so i helped them and stuff but it wasn't the funnest thing to do. The man wasn't the nicest either. But he was able to leave today the only reason i think he was aloud was because no one wanted to deal with this crap. But the man would not stop yelling and screaming at him to let him go. So we did to make him feel better.

As I was walking down the street I felt someone grab me and push me against a wall in an alleyway. I tried to get out of the person’s grip but it was too tight.“What's a cute lady walking alone at night?” I felt him say really close to my ear. I could smell alcohol coming from his breath. I shaked my head and kept trying to get him off of me but he would not budge. I then went to step on his foot but he grabbed my hair really hard and made my head hit the wall really hard to the point I felt like I was going to pass out.

Everything went dizzy and then that's when I felt him let me go. I couldn't really see that well. I felt like I was going to fall but then I felt someone catch me. I couldn't see what he looked like but I did hear him. “It's ok. I promise i won't hurt you.” he said before i passed out.

Next thing I know I woke up. I sat up where I was and then I felt a sharp pain in my head. I laid right back down and held my head. ‘To be honest everything kinda hurts.’ i thought to myself. I then looked around where I was while holding my head.

The place wasn't really big; it looked like it was a small wood cabin. I didn't see anyone. I was in a small bedroom there was a dresser, a bed, a rug, and two other doors. ‘I guess one door leads out of the room and the other leads to the bathroom’ i thought, while i stood up and walked to one of the doors.

I slowly opened the door and looked around. It looked like a normal cabinish. The living room, kitchen, and dining room were all connected together and then were three different doors. ‘One must be the outside door, closest, and then another bathroom’ I thought to myself. I then saw a window so I walked over it and moved the curtains out of the way of it.

I saw that there were a lot of trees. ‘I guess we're in a forest now.’ i thought to myself. I didn't even realize someone came in. I was in the kitchen looking out the window trying to find a path back to the road or at least away from the cabin and to a city, town, village, anything to be honest.

While I was thinking i didnt really hear what the guy was saying “blah blah, hello?” was all i heard from the guy. Before he tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped really high and turned around. I then looked at the guy. He was wearing a black and grey striped scarf, a black t-shirt, sweatpants, he also had brown hair, green eyes, and he had stitches on his face. ‘It looks like he was in a fight or something’ i thought to myself. I then shocked my head. “Where am i?” I asked softly.

“In a forest duh” the voice didn't sound as nice but more mean. I node. “Anyways, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice turning nicer. “I-i was looking for a way back” i said stepping back to have a good distance from him.

He nodes. “Sorry for scaring you” he says walking to the window. I walked a little bit away from him. “How about I take you home tomorrow? We can do it really early in the morning if you really want.” he says looking out the window and then looking at me.

I node. “The morning is fine,” I said looking at him. I was kinda shaking but i tried to hide it from him but it wasn't really working i guess. “I promise I won't hurt you,” he says. I node. “But i cant promise about him” he says looking back out the window and then closing the curtains but did not make eye contact with me or even looked at me. I looked confused. “What do you mean him?” I asked. He looked at me and sighed. “Im liu, and im sully” he says. ‘So that's why his voice changed’ I thought to myself while I nodded. “I'm y/n(your name)” I said looking at him. He nodded. “How do i tell which one you guys are?” I asked. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. “Are fucking voices idiot. Mine is a lot deeper than his” sully says smirking. I node. “But i mean like other than your voices” i said trying not to get him mad. He shrugged. “No clue to be honest” he said calmer. ‘I don't know where Sully gets the idea his voice is deeper then liu’s but they both sound the same in how deep it is but sully’s sounds more mean and liu’s sounds more soft and calming.’ i thought to myself.

“Well get you some clothes for tonight ok?” liu says. I node. He started walking back to the bedroom, I followed him. He went to the dresser. “Is a big t-shirt ok?” he asked looking at him. “Yeah, it's ok. I don't really mind what I wear, ``I said, smiling a little.

He nodes and then grabs a large black t-shirt and holds it and then looks at me. I look at him confused. “Hm?” I asked. “So you're fine with wearing whatever?” sully asked. I nodded. He chuckled. It was a really deep chuckle so I knew it was still sully. “Ok then you can wear your undergarments.” Sully says, smirking. I blushed and looked away and shaked my head. Sully chuckled again. “Sorry about him. He is normally like that, ``Liu says, frowning. I look at him. “It's ok,” I said , smiling softly. Liu looks at me and nodes and then hands me the shirt and then leaves the room.

Once he leaves I quickly take off my shirt that I had on and put the other shirt on and then take off my pants. I then walked out the room and looked for liu/sully. They were sitting on the couch. I walked over and sat on the couch beside them. They were watching TV. So I looked at the TV and watched it too. We watched whatever was on even if one of us didn't like it but if we both didn't like it then we switched it. But after thirty minutes of that. I finally fell asleep.

Pov. 3rd(real quick)

Liu went to ask if you liked the show that was on but when he saw you asleep he smiled a little to himself. He then turned off the TV and put the remote on the coffee table. He then got up and went in front of you and picked you up. He then took you to the bedroom. He opens the bedroom door and then goes inside the bedroom and then puts you down on the bed.

He then sighed. He didn't really want to take you home. You kinda made him feel happiness. Even got sully to feel it too, even if he won't admit it. But it was kinda nice to have you here with them even if they scared you.

Pov. you

***next day***

I woke up in the bedroom. I then got up and went out of the bedroom to look for liu/sully. I found them in the kitchen. I walked over to them and looked at what they were doing. They were making eggs.

Liu then looks at you and smiles. “Good morning. Would you like some eggs?” he asks. I node. I was too tired to talk. He nodes. “Dippy?” I nodded my head when he asked me that. He smiles and starts making them. I watched him make them because I had nothing else to do while I waited.

After 3 mins of making the eggs he finally put them on a plate and handed them to me. I smiled. “Thanks,” I said and went over to the table and sat down. He nodes.

***after breakfast and getting ready for the day***

I came out after I was done getting ready. I saw you at the door waiting for me. I went over to him and he opened the door. I walked out the door and looked behind me and he came out too. He locked the door after he came out and then went beside me and we both walked.

After maybe, around 20 mins we finally made it to the town. He walked me home. Once we were there I gave him a hug. “Be safe going home Liu or Sully,” I said before letting him go. He nodes. I then went inside my house and went to my room and laid on my bed.

Welp that's it. But if you want a part two of it tell me and i will get you a part two.

[chokefriends]

Anatomy model Eustass Kid

By @godims0tired ♡ for my fic Life Drawing

Rating: E

Warnings: None

Characters & ships: Eustass Kid / Trafalgar Law

Word count: 2978

Summary: Law practices his anatomical drawing with Kidd as his subject. With his devil fruit abilities he can see right inside him.

Kidd finds this insanely romantic.

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Read on Ao3 or below the cut. I know it's an older fic by now but I havent posted it here before so here!

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Kidd jerked into full awareness as he lay sprawled in his bed. He checked around himself without moving and sensed a second heartbeat in the room, near enough that the dim echoes of its electrical impulses lapped at his skin like waves. Slow and calm. Just watching then; not yet poised to attack…

There were eyes on him.

It took him a moment to remember that the other heartbeat was supposed to be there. He wasn't used to having bedmates stay overnight.

Red eyes slid open and found keen grey ones fixed on him.

“The fuck you staring at.”

“You, idiot.”

The big redheaded sprawl snorted crassly at that and flopped over, returning the stare with sleepy menace.

Law smirked. He was wedged sideways in one of the heavy carved armchairs in Kidd's quarters, loosely wrapped in a sheet and busily scritch scritching in a large book. His gaze flicked from page to Kidd and back.

Kidd prodded him, “See something you want, Trafalgar? Come over here and take it.”

His limbs were still all loose and languid from when they'd fucked a couple hours before, but Kidd could stand to go another round. Especially with the sharp, evaluating looks Law was throwing him right now.

“Come on, c'mere.”

“Later. Go back to sleep, Eustass-ya.” The pen bobbed.

“Don’ wanna. What are you doing still up?”

“Just passing the time until my brain decides to let me fall asleep.” Law's insomniac woes again.

“A good fuck will do that for you. Lemme do the ligature thing and you'll be out like bam .” Kidd offered generously.

“Heheh. Thanks but oxygen deprivation is not the kind of sleep aid I need.”

“Your loss.”

Kidd burrowed into his cluster of satiny pillows with a sigh. For an infamously brutal pirate captain he sure liked his little extravagances. The whole room was draped with horribly clashing bits of luxurious fabrics and furs, and the odd shiny sharp thing. The manic magpie whims of past raids.

“Nah, that's no good,” Law recrossed long legs over the chair’s arm, well cushioned with some spotted pelt. “Go back to where you were a second ago.”

“Are you…? What, taking notes on me? Writing an ode to the sinful curve of my flawless ass?”

“Something like that. I'm adding my own anatomical diagrams to this medical text. It’s my favourite for reference material but the illustrations are scanty and kinda shit -- it's like they've never dissected anyone before.”

“Nice. Add a diagram of these.” Kidd kicked up a leg.

“Hah. I'm nowhere near the section on genital abnormalities, but I'll look you up when I get there. Turn on your side again, I was doing upper body musculature.”

“Ooo. I got lots of that, yeah.” Kidd complied.

The lamplight was flickering low behind Law. Kidd could see him and his book backlit dimly, the small hairs on his leanly muscled shoulders aglow like a nimbus. Tinged subtly blue.

Wait, blue?

“Do you have a Room up?”

“Yeah, so I can scan down and see the actual anatomical stuff.”

“Huh. That's handy. You don't even have to dissect anyone.”

“Yeah but it’s easier to see everything if you physically open someone up. You can isolate the individual structures that way.” Law peeked overtop of the book. “And it's more fun to do it the old-fashioned way, heh…”

Kidd gave a low laugh. Law wasn't even joking, he knew. He imagined waking up one night like this, to find some part of him delicately splayed open and the dark haired doctor sketching away with the same expression. If Law used his devil fruit power he could do it painlessly and bloodlessly, without even waking him. Kidd had seen him sever heads away from bodies completely within that blue sphere, both pieces still functioning as one. He’d never been the subject of that eerie power himself, though.

He didn’t think so, anyway.

Law untangled himself from chair and sheet, and finally came over to join him on the bed. Kidd was gifted briefly with a full view of the lithe figure. His recent handiwork was beginning to show in the mottling that ran up either thigh and the bites framing his chest tattoos.

The long limbs refolded next to him. “Stay there, I wanna do the neck muscles now.”

“Lemme see that first.”

“Don't be grabby,” Law complained, but gave up the book.

“Holy fuck.” Kidd flipped through studies of his back, shoulders, hands. “So that's how I look without skin, huh.”

He had been expecting more… yeah. Skin.

“I did say I was drawing the muscles.”

“And my bones and everything.”

“Yeah. Good skeletal structure too. Several odd calluses where breaks didn't quite set right, though.”

“You can see all of that?”

“Yeah, of course. Like I said, I can scan down to any level. Though it helps if I know already the shape of what I'm looking for.”

Something about the drawings was just so Law. The lines so precise, so sharp, somehow impatient. A little obsessive and overworked on certain details, like the hollow between his collar bones and the knobbly crook of his index finger, broken at least twice. Many practice studies on loose sheets of paper showed that Law had been trying to get these parts just right.

It occurred to Kidd that these weren't just anatomical studies using him as a model -- these were him.

Jotted notes crowded around the practice studies, but Law grabbed the book back before Kidd could read them properly.

“Trafalgar. Does that seriously say I have 8.2 litres of blood in me.”

“Nevermind that. Just an interesting fact. You have a lot of blood.”

Kidd stole another peek as Law held him off. “And that I have a grip strength of 68 kilograms in my right hand?”

“At least. That’s not something I can see; that's from uh, experience.”

Kidd leaned back with his hands laced behind his head to look at Law. “One might misinterpret this as a target profile of some kind.” Because that's exactly what it was -- a detailed map of Kidd’s strongest, and weakest points.

“Whoa, your blood pressure’s spiking.” Law grinned with more teeth than usual and leaned in to hover over him.

“Now you're just showing off,” Kidd complained.

“Does this disturb you?”

That wasn't exactly the feeling that was spreading through him, no. Or not entirely, anyway. Kidd just cracked his neck, stretching it out for Law's benefit, and raised an eyebrow.

“So you wanted some neck action? It's all yours.”

Law seemed to like the sound of that. He angled Kidd’s head away and up with a gentle press of fingers, so the ear and neck were exposed to him.

Kidd watched his shadow flicker on the opposite wall and listened to the pen scratch across paper. The undulating magnetic field of Law’s heart was so close now, washing over him. His own blood thudded in his ears, senses all on high alert from holding himself in this vulnerable position.

He could be fuckin patient. Sometimes. Well… when he had all of Law’s attention focused on him like this, he’d stay still forever. He could feel the sharp eyes on him like a touch. His own eyes started to wander back over…

He jumped a little when Law did touch him, nudging him back into place. And then trailing fingers over the mound behind his ear.

“Sternocleidomastoid,” Law mouthed to himself. “Levator scapulae…” The hand travelled down to his collarbone and rested there lightly, his thumb tracing little circles.

It was so calm. And strange. Rare for the reserved doctor to be so casually intimate. Even while they were fucking, touch was more like a struggle, hands straining against and into each other. Kidd was rough without even trying, but it was Law who seemed to flinch from any contact not resembling combat. Or medical care. Such structured things. He’d objected -- vehemently -- to being “pawed at” and “pet like a lap dog” often enough. As though anything less than bruising force would hurt more.

He was so guarded. It made Kidd greedy.

“You're hard, you know,” Law breathed onto his neck.

“Yeah I'm aware.”

“Heh.”

Tattooed fingers ran along Kidd’s side, over the tight bands hugging the ribs (“Serratus anterior…”), and pinpricks rose in their wake. Kidd found himself arching up against the hand desperately.

“Ah, fuck, Trafalgar…”

“Mhm,” Law responded, distracted. Or pretending to be. He followed a particular cord of muscle down Kidd’s powerful thigh with his thumb. “Sartorius. Gracilis.”

“Dick.”

“No that's not a muscle, Eustass-ya.”

“Oh for the love of GOD.”

Law made a sound that was probably a muffled laugh. “Hold still. I'm doing anatomical studies.”

“Oh is that what we're doing.”

“Obviously.”

“Where's the book.”

“It's…” Law looked around for a minute. “On the floor.”

Kidd covered his face with his hands and just laughed. Law sighed dramatically.

“Well. Guess I gotta start from the top again.”

 

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Law could be a pushy bastard when he topped. But he kept up the slow, focused treatment this time and it was driving Kidd fucking insane.

“I'm gonna flip this the fuck around and pound you inside out if it takes any longer.” Kidd growled from under his arm, slung across his face.

This was as close as he could get to actually asking for it. Here he was laid out, so open and ready, core clenching and unclenching. Needing to be fucked, to have hands on him, in him, whatever. All of it.

“Nah you're not.” Law countered smugly.

“F-uck,” was all Kidd could come up with when a third finger twisted into his slicked up hole. His body tensed and spasmed before yielding itself open.

By the time Law was actually fucking him, Kidd had nearly popped a fucking vein.

Law pushed in slowly, slowly. Until they were pressed together as tight as they could go, breath hot on each other's faces.

“Shit, Tr--ahh…”

“Eustass-ya…”

He was done with all the slow shit. Kidd was a shifting mass of need under him and honestly, he was even more worked up. He dragged almost all the way out only to grind back in hard, and the tight body jolted.

“Aw fuck, yeah…”

Law braced his weight on his arms, pressing Kidd’s hips into the bed. He watched the muscles bunch beneath him with each impact, Kidd straining to meet him. Watched through skin so pale it was translucent, glowing and rippling.

Kidd still wasn't entirely sure what to make of that gaze. All hunger and splitting seams, open lips and ragged breath.

He quirked up one corner of a mocking mouth.

“The fuck’re you-- ah --staring at?”

Law didn't answer for a moment. Under Kidd's skin it was like… layers of red ribbons, wrapping him up. The ribbons all pulling and straining against each other when Kidd moved (when Law moved in him), like something inside was trying to burst out. Under them, ribs curving -- jealous fingers. Wetly clinging membranes. Then under that…

“Your heart. It's…”

Their bodies collided, beaded with sweat. Harder. More. Law could see, hear Kidd's heart beating faster as he picked up his pace. God, he could feel it in his palms. In his dick. Beating so strong it echoed in his ears, drowning out his own.

“Fucking perfect. It's perfect.”

Kidd laughed breathlessly. His heart. What the hell. “...You wanna get your hands on that too?”

Law did.

He wanted to grip it, feel it flutter, make it burst …

… What if I could? he thought. He slowed, thinking, and spread a hand over Kidd’s breastbone. Not just to incapacitate through dismemberment, but to cut a piece from the whole, one vital piece…

Kidd watched the pensive eyes flicker and gave him a swift jab of encouragement with his heel.

“You'll just have to get hold of it the old fashioned way. Hahahaaa…”

“Hah.” Law shook himself from his distracted state. He picked up a pace that was slower than before, though not less jarring. “Like… I should court you or like I should cut you open?”

“Whichever ...ah ... But you should fuckin get me off first.” Kidd guided the tattooed hand down from his chest to his dripping cock, and Law obliged, finally.

They fucked with foreheads pressed together and grips slipping on sweat slick skin. Kidd thought of Law digging his hands right into his chest and came in jerking starts like it was being beaten out of him, legs clamped tight around him. Skin thrumming with the echoes of hands and heartbeat.

 

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Kidd flipped through the last few drawings with some undefinable flutter in his gut.

“That's some shit you won't see in any other textbook.”

“Mhm.” Law allowed himself to press against Kidd just slightly as they lay sprawled out, sweat drying in the cool air. He was in a fuckin good mood, kinda dazed.

“I do look damn good without skin, I'll say that much.”

“Heh. And with. You can see the suprasternal notch really clearly even under the skin, it's nice. I fuckin love all of that. That area.”

Kidd choked a little but Law didn't seem to realize what he'd said. And that's not even what he meant anyway, Kidd told himself.

But the whole thing kinda was the same as a confession, at least as far as Law went. The drawings, as vaguely threatening as they were, betrayed an intimate preoccupation with Kidd's finer points. Maybe even admiration. Definitely possessiveness. Need.

“I wanna do you too.”

Law grinned, “Already?”

“Not that, idiot. Draw you.”

“I didn’t know you could draw.”

“Well, draft. I can draft things -- just basic. For engineering stuff on the ship, mostly.”

“Oh, nice!” Law bounced up to get fresh paper from the floor by the chair. “How does one usually draft stuff? Don’t you need a triangle thing? Compasses, etcetera?”

“Maybe. I’ll just make an outline for now.”

Law seemed right into this whole idea. “Draw me like one of your machines, Eustass-ya.” He draped himself dramatically across the bed and Kidd shoved him with a grin.

“How do you want me, though.”

Kidd appreciated that question for a moment.

“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugged. “I don’t know how to draw from life -- like perspective or anything. So it’s gonna be pretty diagrammatic. I just need a few details and some numbers.”

“Like specifications? How to build a Trafalgar?”

“Yeah, so I can make another if this one breaks.”

That made him laugh.

“Okay lie out flat and lemme measure you.”

“With what measuring tools?”

“I'll just eyeball it,” Kidd insisted.

This turned out to mean that he was going to get his hands all over him, which Law supposed was fair. He tensed and shied but stayed mostly still, letting Kidd explore his dimensions and proportions. Pages filled up with ratios and vectors of movement. Things got off track again around when Kidd was testing the rotation arc of his arms and quickly became vicious rutting. Light, skimming hands could become crushing ones so quickly.

Anyway, turned out that Law could get off while his arms were being hyperextended behind his back. Pretty effectively, in fact.

After, when they were laid out next to each other once again, and Law’s breaths were finally lengthening into sleep, Kidd dared to try another light touch. Without their thin pretense of functionality this time -- just want. He smoothed a hand over all the tattoos he'd taken such careful note of earlier. A large heart on his chest with a grinning skull similar to his Jolly Roger. Hearts on his shoulders. Kidd’s fingerprints blooming dark purple on his upper arms.

Sixty-eight kilograms of pressure and Law hadn't made a sound, but a feather touch over the marks and a quiet ah pushed past his lips.

“Whose emblem is that tattoo?”

Law mumbled with his eyes closed, “Someone who died. Long time ago.”

“Someone…” Kidd repeated to himself, but didn't probe. “You going to get any more?”

“Nah.” His breath stuttered slightly when Kidd trailed knuckles down his jaw. “I just like… your marks…”

He fell asleep with Kidd's lips against the shell of his ear.

 

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A roll of broadsheet tied with string arrived by carrier gull when Law was back on his sub some days later. He stole away to his cluttered quarters and spread the roll out on the bed.

Inside the broadsheet was a large-format technical drawing.

There were three flat outlines of Law: front, back, side. All heavily marked out in blunt pencil, all surrounded by arcs and lines, dotted and solid, indicating measurements and angles of motion. The insides of the outlines were empty except for perfectly to scale renderings of his tattoos.

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Thoughts - Part 1 // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

This timeline is set around 2006 because that's when the actually 2nd season of Criminal Minds was going on. So Matthew is about 26.

Summary - Soulmate AU! Once you turn 18, you can hear some of your soulmates thoughts. And when you meet, your thoughts go silent for 30 seconds. Readers soulmate is quite the character. (Anything you see in bold is the other persons thought.)

Word count : 2.1k

This is kind of experimental lmao, lemme know if you like it :)))

"What was your first soulmate thought y/n?" I got this question often, everyone did. This time it was asked by a new friend of mine, we met in our cinematography class this semester at LAFS ( Los Angeles Film School ).

"I think my story is one of the more fun ones."

"I bet mines better." Her eyes held promise, but I wasn't sure she could beat me.

*It was currently 1:15 pm, and I was waiting patiently for my first soulmate thought. I was with my best friend Marley, we sat in the cafeteria of my college, mind you, surrounded by other people.*

*"What time were you born again?" She had asked the question so many times this hour, by the way she was bouncing, you would think that we were waiting for hers.*

*"1:19 pm for the last time Marley." I giggled, nudging her shoulder. I took a bite of the cupcake she had bought me for my birthday. It took no time for the clock to hit 1:19, I anxiously waited to hear something, anything.*

"Now disclaimer." I told my friend, who I now knew as Alex. "I knew that some people had reported that their first soulmate thoughts were kind of, *loud*. But I can tell you that I was severely unprepared."

*Only 30 seconds after my watch ticked past 1:19, I heard a near deafening screech in my head.*

***"What the fuck?!"** The thought was so obnoxious and loud that I spit the fluffy pastry from my mouth and directly onto the back of another person, holding tightly to my ears, this did not help.*

*"What's going on? What did they say?" Marley leaned over to me, rubbing my back with a horrified look. Not long after, the man I had spit on turned around with a furious look.*

*"Hey I'm so sorry." I choked out, waving a hand at the man. "My soulmate thought was painful." The man rolled his eyes with an angry huff, taking his cardigan off and turning back to his table.*

*"What did they say y/n?!" There she went again, bouncing like a dodgeball.*

*"What the fuck." My eyes darted to hers, narrowed slightly. She furrowed her brows at me. "He literally thought, what the fuck, so loudly."*

Alex was on the floor giggling like a fiend, she held her stomache as if her guts would spill out with so much joy.

"Nope, you're right." She could barely speak between laughter. "I can't beat that." She promptly wiped the tears from her eyes, composing herself. "So you haven't met him yet?" She let out a final sigh.

"Nope. When I meet him, I kinda wanna slap him." A sly smile made it's way onto my lips. "The little shit thinks the weirdest things! I have had to deal with his thoughts for 4 years, and I'm ready for the complete silent bliss when I meet him." I laid my head back on the couch.

**I would really like a fruit roll up right now.**

"Speak of the idiot, he really wants a fruit roll up right now." Alex shook her head at me.

"Maybe he will be funny?"

"We'll see about that. What was your first soulmate thought?"

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Tonight was Marley and I's 'introduction night.' Similar to a movie night, we have a night every two weeks where we either introduce the other to a new show or movie, alternating turns.

"I think you'll like this one." She plopped onto the loveseat, nearly throwing and spilling the hot popcorn on me while grabbing the remote. "It's a crime show, just started last year so after this season we can just keep up with it. If you like it of course." The show was flipped onto the first episode, it was a man talking about an unsub, or unidentified subject. Then a younger guy walked in, interrupting him.

"Who is that guy?" The words flew from my mouth before I could even think them.

"Spencer Reid-"

"No, I mean his *real* name. He looks *so* familiar." It felt like my brain was eating itself alive, why did he look so familiar.

"I think his name is Matthew Gray Gubler." Marley shrugged, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"Has he been in anything else but this?"

"He models a lot. That's probably where you saw him." She pushed some magazines around on her coffee table and threw one at me. "He's on page 16, Hilfiger Jean's." I flipped to the page, seeing his face again.

"Wow, he is something else. I must have just unknowingly saw him in a magazine somewhere."

"I know! Once I saw him on here, I knew you would think he was cute too. Plus, he's a genius. I figured this would be another Peter Parker situation again." She teased, poking at my giant crush on Spiderman AKA Toby Maguire a few years ago.

"Shut up!" I snickered, throwing a pillow at her head. My own thoughts were interrupted by one that was not my own.

**I wish Halloween would come faster.**

"Its literally May." I whispered to myself, earning a weird look from Marley. This is the typical weird thought, Halloween is big on his mind.

I of course ended up loving the show. ~~And may or may not have had a huge crush on Spencer Reid already.~~

I informed Marley that we would most certainly be catching up on the show regularly, making that out new weekly thing for a while.

Though I could truly not get that Matthew guy out of my head, and I had a weird feeling it wasn't just because I thought he was super hot.

Matthew

**Who is Matthew Gray Gubler?**

The thought nearly made me spit out my coffee as I walked through the set. I knew for sure that wasn't my thought.

*No shit sherlock.*

Now *that* was my thought.

The question swirled around in my head, I really wanted to just think,

*I'm Matthew Gray Gubler!*

Just to make this whole process easier. Who knows if she could even actually *hear* it if I did answer her, or that she would believe me.

So lost in my train of thoughts, pun intended, I ran right into a punch cart.

"Holy shit!" The punch came spilling down right onto my khaki pants. I rested my forehead on the rim of my coffee mug. "I'm so sorry Terry, I was really caught up in my head."

"It's alright." He pulled a towel from his back pocket, throwing it onto the puddle that was forming on the wood floor. "Thinkin' about a girl?"

"Yes actually, thinking about my soulmate. Let me help you with that." I kneeled down on the floor, wiping up the spill. "Sorry again."

"It's all good Matthew." He dragged the cart to the opposite side of the room.

**Why can I not focus damnit?! This trip is suppose to be fun. Focus y/n. Focus!**

Y/n! I've never heard her name before. Maybe shes getting closer to me.

I set my coffee on the table of the reading room, pulling my script out and sitting next to AJ.

"You seem out of it today, are you feeling okay?" She tapped my shoulder. "I saw you run directly into the lunch cart." She clearly tried to suppress a giggle.

"How did you meet Nathan? How did you do it?" My script was not slammed onto the table, my hands pressed firmly on top of it.

"Are you worried about soulmates again? Matthew, she will come to you-"

"She said my name!!" My hands flailed wilding in the air. "I heard her think it! This sucks." I laughed a bit at the end, feeling ridiculous and vulnerable. Ask phone buzzed on the table, interrupting my dilemma.

"Well I hate to stop you in the middle of this debacle, but we have a film class coming in to observe, I guess sit was suppose to be a surprise." AJ shrugged with a pity smile, which is my least favorite version of a smile. I dramatically slammed my head on the back of my rolling chair, groaning like a child.

"Come on Gubler, we don't even have to do anything, we just have to act normal so they can observe. Let's go educate some college kids." She stood above me, patting my head and dragging my seat from the table a few inches. I reluctantly stood up and left the reading room.

To be clear, if it were any other day than the day that I found out my soulmates name, I would be totally in the game. I love teaching people, I love being an inspiration, but all I could think about was how close yet how far I was from meeting the love of my life. I shook it all off, physically and mentally, while heading to the set.

*Time to get my head in the game.*

I hope my soulmate heard that and started thinking of highschool musical.

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"Action!" I held my prop gun in my hand while following Shermar, he proceeded to kick a door down that had a camera on the other side to capture it. The class that was observing sat on the other side of the door, seeing all of the behind the scenes that goes on during filming.

To avoid making direct eye contact with the camera, I often look right past it. So instead of making eye contact with the camera, I made it with a girl.

Then it was silent.

I stopped in the doorway, leading AJ to slam right into me on her way through the door.

"What the hell are you doing Matthew?"

"Cut!"

**You have got to be fucking kidding me.**

We did not break our stare, her eyes wide now with the realization.

*Wow.*

The girl sitting next to her was shaking her shoulder violently, but she sat unfazed.

"Can you excuse me for a second?" Bobby Roth, our director for the day looked at me like I was dumb, inevitably giving in.

"Whatever, take 5 guys."

I immediately waltzed past the cameraman and over to, who I could only assume, was my soulmate. The girl next to her was promptly slapping her arm and squealing like a pig, but she was giving her quite the death stare.

*She's my kind of girl already.*

Right as I thought that, she looke duo at me with a large grin and a tilt of the head.

*Shit.*

**Damn, even cuter in person.**

"Thank you." I couldn't suppress the automatic pep in my step meeting her. "I'm Matthew, you must be y/n?" It came out as a question because I was worried I would be wrong, and embarrass myself.

Which I've done, many times.

"You know my name?"

"I uh, I heard you think it." I pointed to my head, nodding awkwardly.

"You are so weird." She laughed, which made my face reddened more 3x more than I'm sure it already was.

"What?" I managed to murmur out.

"Well, you just think about weird stuff, mostly Halloween though." She was slowly smiling more as she spoke of me, which made my heart skip a few beats. She was so much more beautiful than I had pictured her. Her eyes held every intelligent thought that I had ever heard from her, and I knew right then that the eyes were the door to the soul. "Now that I'm here," she finally stood to my level, poking at my chest. "Do you wanna do a couples costume? This year?" She did a cute half shrug, as if I would say no.

"Oh my God, you really are my soulmate." I pulled her into a hug, a tight one, never wanting to let her go now that I'd found her.

"Alright guys! Let's go!" Bobby motioned everyone back to the set.

"Yeah, get out there *Spencer*." She patted her hand on my cheek. I didn't know if I hoped that she *did* see or *didn't* see how much I already liked her on my face, but I could feel the admiration spilling from my features.

"I- I'll talk to you after this!" I stumbled backwards from her, going back to the set and awkwardly running my back into the cameraman.

"Can't wait!" She waved with a flushed face, sitting back down next to her friend who was now shaking both of her shoulders violently.

*This is the best day of my life.*

**Same.**

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I've got a few more Soulmat AU ideas if you want more! I just don't know if theres any demand, so LEMME KNOW.

[outlawsworld]

Trusting Strangers - Chapter 10

Arthur Morgan x Female reader

Summary: Reader and Arthur's relationship is growing. You go on a job together and end up with a night under the stars.

Warnings: violence, mentions of rape and a whole lat of fluff.

Notes: This chapter was so much fun to write! I hope you are still enjoying it and don't forget to let me know what you think and like and reblog ❤️ I've got so many ideas of what's going to happen so please bare with me! 🤠

Chapter 1

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You walked into your tent feeling the rush of excitement wanting to burst out of you. Every inch of your body was ecstatic and you jumped around your tent quietly letting a small burst of your happiness out before you exploded. Your cheeks started to ache from smiling so much and you could feel the hot redness filling them. The last thing you expected from tonight was to end it in Arthur's arms again, with his soft lips against yours. Only this time he didn't pull away from you, he didn't leave you standing in the woods alone. You undressed into your nightwear and laid on your cot staring at the tent ceiling. Your eyes were dry from such a long day but you couldn't sleep with the thoughts of the night flooding your head. It must have been the early hours of the morning before sleep finally took over your body. When you woke up your body were sore. You hadn't had much sleep over the last couple of days because of everything being on your mind and it was starting to take it's toll. As you sat up from your cot your eyes suddenly widened as you realised that what had happened last night wasn't a dream. Quickly you pulled on your trousers and blue shirt. You fell over whilst trying to pull your boots on, rushing, eager to see Arthur. As you stepped out of your tent you saw the rest of camp was already in full flow. Everyone was already going about their daily chores, the sun was high in the sky and the morning birds had already sang their songs. You must have slept in, which was a first for you. As you scanned the camp you found that Arthur had already gotten up and left, Dutch and Bill too. Then your eyes landed on a very angry looking Mrs Grimshaw. Your eyes met which meant there was no escaping her wrath now. She marched over to you as you still stood in front of your tent, looking very much bewildered by the fact you had slept in.

''Miss (Y/N)'' Mrs Grimshaw was now directly in front of you. ''Are you feeling well rested?'' she looked at your face sternly waiting for an answer.

''I guess, Mrs Grimshaw'' you looked at your feet trying to ignore her gaze.

''Good, now get to your chores. Seen as this is not a usual thing for you I will let you off'' she smiled at you. ''Don't let it happen' again'' she pointed her finger at you before marching over to Pearson. You smirked under your breath. You knew she was the one that let you sleep for so long, she must have known how little rest you were actually getting. However, she needed to act tough in camp and if anyone knew you had gotten away with it then there would be hell on. Charles and Kieran had already done all your chores with the horses so you spent the day washing clothes in the river. You didn't mind it so much when you were now able to sit on the sand and look out across the water. No one disturbed you except Sadie who came to wash the pots beside you for a bit. She was curing Pearson again for treating her like a maid.

''I'd love to shove that stew pot up where the sun don't shine'' she giggled. ''Damn bastard''.

''I won't be eatin' my food from that again'' you both laughed as you carried on with your chores.

''So....'' she paused looking at you with a intrigued smile on her face. You glanced at her furrowing your brow in anticipation to what she was about to say. ''Where did you and Arthur sneak off to last night?''. You felt as if your heart momentarily stop beating and a flush of heat rose to your cheeks.

''Sadie Adler'' you shook your head at her. ''I didn't take you for a gossipin' kinda gal''.

''Oh I ain't but I saw the way you looked at each other whilst dancing'' her voice was soft now and joking aside. ''then you run off into the woods'' she cocked her eyebrow at you before a devilish smile appeared. ''Can't fool me. I know something goin' on. You two have been ignorin' each other for days and then suddenly you are back smilin' again. I ain't a gossip, I'm just nosey''. You couldn't help but laugh at her comments. Sadie was probably the only girl you trusted with something like this, she was the most like you. She wasn't a fan of gossip and you knew she wouldn't tell the others. Your rose cheeks had already given away your secret. ''I won't tell anyone, I promise'' she pleaded whilst motioning a cross on her heart. You scan around to make sure no one was lurking or close enough to hear your convocation. 

''Alright, alright but you don't tell a sole'' you sighed, defeated. ''I ain't good at this and to be honest I didn't want anyone knowin' until we had figured it out'' you took one more quick look around before closing the distance between you and Sadie. ''So, I kinda care for him....a lot. We've been spendin' so much time together that I didn't even realise I had feelin's for him. Nothing too excitin' happened in the woods last night. We just talked and.....Well... we kissed but that's it'' you spoke in a whisper. Sadie's jaw dropped slightly before she smiled.

''I knew it'' she cheered quietly. ''So why the hell were you both igorin' each other for so long?''. You explained the situation to her and spoke about all the confusing feeling you had. Sadie listened to every word intently, you didn't realise how relieving it was to actually speak to someone about everything. It was as though a big weight had been lifted off of you and you could understand your feelings a lot more. You had learnt to keep your feeling to yourself but being able to talk to someone made you feel so much lighter.

''Well I'm glad, for both of your sakes, that you worked it out'' she smiled sweetly at you. ''Can't believe out of all the men in the world to be sweet on, Arthur Morgan, was the one for ya'' she teased you. You both giggle as you finished the last of the clothes that needed washing before gathering them up and heading back into camp. Sadie stayed at the river side, trying to prolong facing Pearson again. As you were hanging up the wet clothes to dry you heard Uncle call you which drew your attention to him. He was stood by one of the big trees in camp with Arthur, who must have returned from his job this morning. Uncle also called Bill and Charles over to him which made you wonder if you were going to be asked to go on a job. You slowly made your way over to the four men smiling sweetly as you and Arthur briefly made eye contact.

''What are you talkin' about?'' Bill asked, clearly irritated by the old man.

''Arthur, is above a little stick up I heard about'' Uncle teased which Arthur immediately took offence to and was quick to defend himself.

''No I'm not'' he growled.

''But you just said.....''

''Hey I'll do it'' he cut Uncle off before giving a devilish grin. ''As long as you ride with us'' he pointed at Uncle who's face went pale. You, Charles and Bill all glanced at each other amused by the shock on Uncles face.

''I got a serious medical condition'' he fumbles for an excuse. Arthur started to laugh in the old mans face.

''Yes, you are a compulsive liar'' Arthur chuckled whilst taking a drag from his cigarette.

''No need to be like that'' Uncle turned his attention to you and Charles. ''Charles, (Y/N), have I ever lied to you?''.

''I hardly know you'' Charles responded confused by the question.

''Don't look at me, I've been here for less time then Charles'' you smirked. Arthur wouldn't back down, if Uncle didn't ride with you all, then the job wasn't happening. It didn't take long before Uncle gave in and agreed to help before mounting up. He explained that it was a supply wagon carrying payroll which supposedly won't be guarded.

''As long as we get paid or you get shot, I'm happy'' Arthur bellowed before putting out his cigarette and mounting up. You couldn't help but giggle under your breath at the way he antagonised the old man. Charles, Bill and yourself also mounted your horses and followed Uncle out of camp. You rode beside Arthur and noticed the Deputy badge pinned to his shirt.

''Law man now, huh?'' you teased pointing out the golden badge.

''Seems like it'' he smirked back at you. ''Somethin' to do with Dutch's plan apparently''.

''I hope you don't get too attached to it or you'll be takin' us all in yourself''.

''I guess we will have to see'' he teased you back. Your heart lit up when he looked at you, he always managed to spark something warm inside your chest whenever your eyes met. When you reached the location that the wagon would be passing through your mind was elsewhere, so much so that you almost ran into Charles' horse. Your cheeks blushed with embarrassment as Arthur watched you fumble back into reality with a smirk on his face. The five of you waited patiently for the wagon to appear over the hill. Uncle was right, it wasn't guarded, just the driver and one other man. You rode over as it turned off at the crossroad. Bill heckled them to pull over and Uncle stopped his horse in front of them so they had to stop. Bill had his gun on one man and you had yours pointed at the other while Charles and Arthur looked in the back and grabbed what they could. You looked over your shoulder and saw another wagon quickly coming down the track.

''Shit, we've got company'' you yelled. The wagon coming down the track was being followed by men on horses with guns who had spotted you trying to rob the other wagon. Before you knew it they were coming after you. ''Charles, Arthur, hurry up. We need to get outta here''. They quickly jumped from the wagon and mounted there horses before the five of you galloped away from the on coming attack. Bullets were flying past you, barely missing you and the men were gaining speed. You spurred Dallas into a faster gallop as you grabbed your rifle from over your shoulder. Arthur and Bill were already shooting back at the men who were on your tail. You turned in your saddle, hoping Dallas would follow Uncle and Charles, as you began to fire back at the men. A bullet flew right past your shoulder and you aimed your rifle at the man who fired it, taking him down with one headshot. The three of you managed to pick off a couple of them but there were too many.

''Quick, get of the trail. Into the woods'' Uncle called out to you all. You turned back in your saddle and followed him with Arthur close behind you. The five of you galloped through the trees, getting hit from small branches that you were unable to duck under. A small house with a barn was just on the other side of the trees which would be a good place to hide and lay low. You followed the boys by dismounting Dallas and giving him a small slap to flee the area before going into the barn to take cover and rest. For now it looked like you had lost them but you knew the best thing was to wait until it was dark before leaving for camp. You went to the back of the barn, hidden behind a stall wall, and sat down with your back leaning against the wooden panel. This would be the last place to look if someone came in as it had great cover, just in case you fell asleep. The others stayed at the front of the barn, out of view from you but you could hear their mumblings. Charles was on watch and you soon heard the light snoring coming from Uncle and Bill.

''You alright?'' you looked up to see Arthur's tall figure stood looking down over you.

''Yeah, how about yourself?'' you asked in a hushed voice. He came and sat right next to you, not leaving much space between the both of you.

''I'm alright'' he smiled sweetly at you. ''Shouldn't be too long till it gets dark and we can get outta here. He's a fool that old man''.

''Better then delivering letters'' you smirked trying to lighten the mood. Arthur nodded in agreement. You wanted to carry on the convocation but you knew it was better to keep quiet in case there were any men looking for you outside. Instead you shuffled closer to him and rested your head on his broad shoulder. He slightly tensed at first but then rested his cheek on your head as he relaxed. It was a good job the others couldn't see you now or they would definitely know something was going on between the two of you. The comfort of having him right beside you meant you slowly kept on falling in and out of sleep. You felt his warmth as you leant against him, each deep breath he took and the hitch in his breath whenever you moved because he didn't want to disturb you. When you woke up fully, you realised Arthur had also fallen asleep next to you with his head still resting on yours but it had gotten dark outside so you knew you had to wake him. Gently you placed your hand on his chest and shook him. He was an extremely light sleeper and that was enough to alert him, he sat upright before turning to you. His eyes looked deep into yours as he moved his hand to gently caress your cheek before placing a light kiss on your lips. The small gesture ignited the warm feeling in your chest and you couldn't help the shy smile you gave him as he stood up to wake the others. You took a deep breath to remind yourself of the situation at hand, rather then keeping your mind on Arthur, and stood up to return to the others. There was a light coming from the house as a couple of men approached the front door. It was a couple of the men from earlier asking the owners of the property if they had noticed anyone running through here.

''Damn. L-L-L-L-Let's just....Keep this calm'' Arthur instructed. ''See what happens''. You all took cover in the barn hiding behind pillars and stall walls. You found yourself in the same place you had been in all night, crouched down, occasionally looking around the stall wall to see what was happening. The owner pointed out that he heard noises at the barn where you were currently taking cover. Two men approached the barn quietly and began to look round. The five of you remained still as the men searched the barn.

''The place looks empty to me'' one of the men shouted to the other. He was about to walk away when Bill kicked an empty can by his foot which caused the man to turn back realising we were all hidden there. God damn it Bill. Is he not capable of staying hidden.

''Shit'' Bill cursed as he shot the man at the front of the barn. The men from the house were alerted by this and started firing on all of you. You got up from your cover and ran to the front of the barn to shoot at the men coming from the house. It was dark and misty which made it hard for you to see where the men firing at you were coming from. You could only see outlines of people as they moved and they now had you surrounded. Charles and yourself were still based at the front of the barn, gunning down anyone coming from the house while Arthur, Bill and Uncle took on the others coming from the side. The men were coming out of nowhere and there was no way of telling how many were firing at you. There was a bright glow coming from the corner of the barn, you turned to see that one of the men had thrown there lanterns which had smashed setting fire to the dry wood.

''Shit.....Fire'' Charles shouted to all of you. The fire grew rapidly, like an untameable stallion rising up. Before you knew it the fire had spread to the roof of the barn and the smoke was burning at the back of your throat everytime you took a breath.

''If we don't get outta here soon....we're gonna be charcoal'' Arthur was now by your side, blocking the small bits of debris that was falling from the roof from hitting you. You took a step back, looking up to the roof that was about to concave and engulf you all in flames.

''This way'' you herd Bill call out to you from the back of the barn. He had found a small opening that you could climb through to get out. The heat from the burning wood was kissing your skin and you could barely see through the smoke. You followed Bill and Uncle out of the small gap with Charles and Arthur right behind you. Taking a deep breath of fresh air as you ran back towards the trees for cover. You decided to split up into two groups. Arthur was with Uncle and Charles with Bill.

''(Y/N), with us'' Charles beckoned you to follow him. You and Arthur quickly glanced at each other not wanting to leave one another but you had no time to think or argue. Following Charles and Bill, you quickly ran through the woods and tried to find some cover. "If you do anything stupid Mr Williamson, you're on your own" Charles threatened as Bill scoffed back at him. There were some big boulders that the three of you managed to hide behind. You managed to catch your breath while crouching down for cover, listening to any oncoming people. A small group of men soon appeared in the tree line with their rifles at the ready. The three of you remained quiet as you aimed your guns at the men walking in your direction. You waited for Charles to give you the signal to shoot but you heard shots being fired from deeper in the woods. They were coming from where Arthur and Uncle had gone. The group of men turned their attention to the sounds.

''Come on boys. That way'' one of them spoke up. Just as they were about to run off to the noises. Charles stood up shouting at you to fire. All three of you were now shooting at the group of men. They immediately took cover but between the three of you, you managed to take some of them out. Your shots were now useless as the bullets were bouncing off the trees. The best way of getting to them was to flank them. You shot Charles a quick look which he nodded at, knowing exactly what needed to be done. Charles and Bill both stood trying to draw the men's fire as you took the opportunity to sneak round and attack them from behind. You kept crouched down as you quietly made your way around them, keeping yourself in the shadows. There were four men left and you had a good shot on all of them from your new position. You took cover behind a tree and noticed Arthur and Uncle had now joined Charles and Bill behind the rock. Arthur managed to kill one of the four men as the man glanced out from behind his cover. Leaving only three to deal with. You aimed your rifle at the first man, taking him out smoothly. The other two men turned to you as you had now given away your position. Shots were now being aimed at you, you crouched behind the tree for cover knowing that this would give the boys the opportunity to approach them and take out the last two men. Arthur and Bill did just that and the two men fell down dead.

''We all still alive?'' Arthur asked. You stood up from behind the tree and regrouped with the four men.

''Just about'' Bill answered gruffly.

''Yeah, I'll deal with you later'' Arthur turned his attention to Uncle. His brow was furrowed and his face had gone red with anger.

''We got some money, didn't we?'' Uncle defended himself.

''Leave it, go on, get out of here'' Arthur shooed them all away. ''Everyone split up, come on, get going''.

''Good luck gents, (Y/N)'' Charles nodded to you and you watched as they all left in different directions. You were about to run off in another direction when Arthur gabbed your arm.

''Not you'' he smirked. ''You're comin' with me Darlin'.'' the rumble in his tone made you shiver. You followed him through the woods as he whistled for his horse. Dallas was nowhere to be seen but you suspected he would have gone back to camp. Siego came cantering over, through the trees to you both . Arthur mounted then held out his hand to help you to sit up, behind the saddle. Once you were both on you wrapped your arms round Arthur's waste to keep balanced and he kicked Siego into a steady canter. You had plenty of practise riding bareback so keeping stable on the back of the horse wasn't too hard a task for you. The smell of cigarettes and whiskey reminted from Arthur's shirt as you clung onto him. ''You alright back there'' he shouted to you as he placed on hand to rest gently on your lower thigh.

''Yeah, just fine'' you smiled at his touch. ''Where are we goin'?''.

''I wanna show you somethin'.'' you rode together quietly until Arthur turned off the track and up a steep hill through some trees. You stared blankly through the trees to try and understand why he had brought you to this place. ''Here'' he pulled Siego to a halt and dismounted before helping you down. ''Follow me'' he pulled out his lantern and lit it as you followed him up the rest of the hill until you came to a clearing where Arthur stopped. It was a small patch of open grass right on the very peak of the hill. You turned to him, cocking an eyebrow at him, confused to why he brought you to this little area. He smirked when he saw your confusion. ''Look up''. You did as he said and looked into the pitch black night sky.

''I don't see much, just a couple stars'' you pointed out.

''Keep lookin'.'' Arthur spoke softly as he blew out the lantern. Suddenly the black sky was filled with millions of stars that filled the darkness with light and colour. You had never seen anything so beautiful in your whole life. Each star was visible and glowing so brightly that you didn't need any lights to see. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened at the spectacle of the night sky.

''It's beautiful'' you spoke breathlessly. ''How did you find this place?'' you didn't want to look away in case your eyes were playing tricks on you.

''I stumbled across it one night as I was out thinkin'. Thought you might like it'' Arthur sat in the grass. You decided to lay down next to him and stare at the sky, he followed you and laid his back on the grass.

''What were you thinkin' bout?'' you turned to look at him. The light from the stars twinkled in his eyes as he faced you too.

''You'' he admitted. He lent up on one elbow so he could hover almost above you. ''You're all I ever think about'' he paused looking deeply into your eyes. That warm feeling in your chest came back, you bit your bottom lip whilst he looked over you. Every inch of you was trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you could feel flutters in your stomach. He was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your skin. You longed for him, looking at his lips, only inches away from yours. He took your glances as a plea and leant in to kiss you gently. Your whole body began to tingle as he moved his free hand to your hip. You moved your hand and tangled your fingers in his light brown hair. As both your lips moved against each others the kiss slowly became more intimate. Arthur's hand started to wonder from your hip down your thigh to your knee. He grasped a hold of the back of your knee and brought your leg over his hips until you were straddling him. Your torso now pressed against his and using your elbows on either side of his head to balance yourself. You didn't break the kiss, still desperate for one another. The feeling of his warm body in-between your legs made your thighs burn. His hands started to wonder up and down your body leaving warm trails where he touched. It was perfect, just the two of you under the beautiful night sky. The way you felt in this moment was something you had never experienced in your entire life. It was as though everything you have ever needed in life was right there with you and nothing could break you apart. You could feel his heart racing in his chest as you were laid over him. Each time you took a breath you would look into each others eyes and melt back into the kiss again. The kiss started to become passionate and hungry for one another. Both your tongue's dancing together in synchronisation. You felt how hungry he was for you as his manhood grew under his trousers. Suddenly, you panic. All the good that you were just feeling was flushed from your body and panic overtook it. Heat rushed from your body to your skin leaving you feeling cold inside but sweating in pure fear. You broke the kiss, got off his hips and stood up in a mad rush. Each breath you took seemed to get harder and harder until you felt like you were suffocating.

"Whoa, easy" Arthur was by your side before you knew it. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest whilst whispering softly to you. You could feel the tears stinging your eyes and you buried your face in his shirt, gasping for breath. He held you while you cried trying to calm you down. "Easy. It's alright. I'm here" he whispered to you. You listened to each word he said, hearing the raspiness from his thick acent. As you breathed heavily, you took in his smell and the feeling of his muscled chest beneath your fingertips. Focusing on him, every breath he took and sound he made brought you slowly out of you panic until you managed to catch your breath. He didn't let his grip on you go until your breathing was back to normal and the sounds of your whimpers had stopped. Quietly he took a step back just releasing you enough so he could see your face. "You alright? I didn't mean to scare ya" he spoke softly. You raised your head to look at him. Your eyes were bloodshot from crying and small wet trails ran down your cheeks.

"It ain't your fault" your voice was shaken. "I'm just damaged goods" you shook you head as you stepped away from him. You were so embarrassed and frustrated by your blind panic that you daren't look at him. You found a spot on the grass and sat down with knees hugged to your chest. Arthur came and sat by your side again and you hid your face from him in your knees.

"You ain't damaged goods" he nudged you, trying to cheer you up. "Wanna talk about it?" you looked up from your knees to catch his concerned look. You felt sick to your stomach at the thought of how you just made him feel. He had done everything to make this moment perfect and you screwed it up. You owed him an explanation.

"It wasn't your fault. I guess I just panicked..." you paused to take a deep breath. "I've only ever consented to this sorta thing once and that was before.... For a long time I was forced into lettin' those men touch me and use me at their own pleasure. They would hold me down or beat me until I gave in. Or they would just force themselves upon me. I guess I just associate being touched in that way to....well, to back then. It wasn't you at all Arthur" you looked into his eyes. He looked at you the same way he once did when you were tied to the wagon, you saw the sorrow in his expression. Tears threatened to leave your eyes again. You wanted more than anything to be intimate with Arthur in this way but ghosts from your past haunted your mind. "I've never been more comfortable with anyone before. I just got memories that flash through my head and I just panicked. I'm sorry".

"You have nothin' to be sorry for (Y/N)" he cut you off. "What happened to you, I'm surprised you let me touch you at all" he gave you a sweet smile as he laid down on the grass. "Come 'er" he held his arm out for you to lay down with him. You laid on your side next to him with your head on his shoulder and arm over his chest. "We don't have to rush into anythin' your not comfortable with. I promise you, no one will ever hurt ya again, not as long as I'm around" he pulled you in tighter to his body and you felt safe and secure. You were so glad he understood, he didn't force himself upon you because he was in the mood. All your fears slowly drifted away as he held you in his warm embrace. You knew you could trust Arthur but now he confirmed that he would never hurt you. Not just with his words but by his actions. The night sky was still full of bright stars, glistening down for just the both of you to enjoy. You spoke sweetly to one another for a couple of hours until you felt your eyes getting heavy. You can't remember when you fell asleep but you knew you had never felt more comfortable then in Arthur's arm's that night. As though nothing in the world could hurt you as long as he was there.

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Chapter 11

@nena-ma

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Happy new year, dearest readers! Let’s start off the new year with a little Rabastian!

10. 2014

DECEMBER 30,  2013

“That was hilarious,” Sebastian said with a grin as he and Rafael walked out of the Walter Kerr theater. 

After he’d gotten out of yet another pretrial motion filed by William Lewis’ lawyer, Rafael had been anxious to go see a show with the pianist that had been on his mind the entire day. He’d gone home to change and walked to Sebastian’s apartment. Upon seeing the musician, Rafael instantly felt the day’s tension leave his shoulders. 

“Jefferson Mays has never disappointed me,” he said as Sebastian’s hand naturally found his and laced their fingers together.

“I know, he is so amazing, I’d watch him in just about anything,” the pianist replied. “And the fact that he played all those roles--”

“--Oh, I know, he was brilliant,” Rafael said, holding up a hand to hail a cab. 

“Thanks again for bringing me,” Sebastian replied, gently squeezing the other man’s hand and dropping a kiss on his lips. 

“It was my pleasure,” Rafael said with a smile as they got into a cab.

“You hungry?”

“Yes, actually,” Rafael answered.

"What do you think, Italian?" Sebastian looked over at Rafael, who had slightly curled his top lip as he tilted his head to one side. "Okay, sushi?" The musician laughed at the grin of approval that graced the prosecutor's lips before he turned to the driver and gave him an address. He looked back to Rafael. "You're adorable when you speak with your expressions, you know that?" 

"You're adorable, period," Rafael answered, sliding his gloved fingers between Sebastian's.

Ever since their first sexual experience together Christmas Day-night, he'd found himself thinking more and more about he and Sebastian planning a future together. He would often picture coming home to the musician working at his piano while a roast cooked in the oven. Or waking up to the feel of the other man's lips against his neck. He was well into a fantasy of he and Sebastian taking a trip around the world together when the pianist spoke again.

"Hey, listen, I was wondering...you spending New Years Eve with your family?" the musician asked, pulling him from his fantasies.

"No, I usually just spend it at home," Rafael answered. "Why?"

"Well, Casper and I usually spend it at his place and since Katie's living there now, I was hoping that maybe you would want to come too." The pianists eyes shifted nervously to their joined hands before coming back up to meet his own.

A slow smile came to Rafael's face as he shifted slightly to look at Sebastian. "You want me to spend New Years Eve with you?"

"Yeah, I-I know it's kinda last minute...I wasn't even sure if I should ask you, I mean...we've only been seeing each other a short--"

"--Stop," Rafael said softly, his easy smile stretching his lips. "I'd love to ring in the new year with you, Sebastian."

The pianist mirrored his grin and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips as the cab stopped at their destination. Paying for the cab, Sebastian tugged on Rafael's hand and they walked into the sushi bar together.

"You really spend New Years Eve by yourself?" he asked Rafael in a gentle voice after they'd been seated by the hostess. 

The prosecutor bobbed his shoulders, opening the menu. "I usually have work to keep me busy. My mom has always said I could come with her to my aunt's house but...crime never sleeps, apparently. And my aunt lives in Kew Gardens, my mom usually spends the night. I have to work the following day, so…"

"Well, this year, you'll only be a few blocks away from home. No excuse. And no work either. We can leave early if need be, if you really need to get some work done, but while we're at Casper and Katie's, I want you to relax and have fun, deal?"

Rafael's lips stretched into a closed-mouth smile as he nodded. "Deal."

"Good."

"So Casper and Katie live together? How long have they been dating?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Ugh, don't get me started on that. According to Casper, they're 'roommates'." He brought his fingers up to make air quotes as he again rolled his eyes. "And yet they've been sleeping in the same room and fucking for the last seven months. Oh and Katie definitely wants more. Casper's the neanderthal."

"Ugh," Rafael answered in a grimace.

"I know."

"Why hasn't he--"

"--I don't know," Sebastian replied with a chuckle, shaking his head as he looked down at the menu. "I told him he's a commitment-phobe. It's a shame, too, Katie's a good woman."

"Well, to be patient with that arrangement, I'd say she's a downright saint."

"Tell me about it," Sebastian said. "I told him last week he needs to shit or get off the pot. It's time, and the girl's earned the girlfriend title by now."

"I agree with that," Rafael replied. "Speaking of friends, I finally talked to Liv about the dinner party thing."

Sebastian looked up, setting his menu down. "And?"

"She said she didn't think I would go with all the other detectives there, and she apologized for making the assumption."

"See? I bet you feel better after talking to her," Sebastian said.

"I do actually. You were right," Rafael answered, smirking at the pianist.

"I'm glad. She seems nice. She doing any better after the...thing you were talking about?"

"She is...but the trial's coming up next week, I'm not sure she's ready to face him."

"Trial? What happened to her?" Sebastian asked. "Was she…"

Rafael sighed as he shook his head, brows raised on his forehead. "She says no, but I...I honestly don't know. I think she would've told me if he had. But even if he didn't, he still abducted her for three days...tortured her…he would've killed if she hadn't--" 

His jaw clenched as he thought about the photos of Liv from the hospital, sleep-deprived, beaten and traumatized. He shook his head, trying to keep those images from tainting his evening with Sebastian. As if on cue, the musician reached across the table and placed a hand over his. 

"Sounds to me like the guy deserves to fry," Sebastian said. "And I don't even believe in the death penalty."

"You don't?" Rafael replied indignantly, looking up at the pianist with his brows in waves.

Sebastian was a little taken back by his response, inching away from him slightly. "No...does that bother you?"

"For animals like William Lewis, I wish a firing squad were still an option," Rafael answered. "Some people deserve to die."

"That may be true, but who the hell are we to decide who lives and dies? The death penalty makes us just as bad as they are. Worse, actually...we bring in people to watch it go down."

"Your own mother was murdered, you wouldn't want to see the guy responsible pay for what he did?" Rafael asked, biting down on his tongue after the words had escaped his lips. The musician pulled his hand away and leaned back against his chair as Rafael shook his head and lowered his eyes, mouth hanging open. "I'm sorry, that was...outta line, I'm sor--"

"--You're right, it was outta line," the pianist replied.

Rafael could see a mixture of hurt and anger swirling in the blue of the other man's eyes and he lowered his own gaze, silently cursing his big mouth. He supposed it was only a matter of time before his words would work against him. It certainly hadn't been the first time he'd said something he immediately regretted thereafter. His tongue, however sharp and effective in a courtroom, may very well have just ruined the one good thing in his life. 

Swallowing the lump that had begun to form in his throat, he inhaled silently and deeply, pursing his lips before he again reached across the table and looked up Sebastian, who now appeared to either be holding back tears or trying to keep himself from throttling the prosecutor. Maybe both.

"Sebastian, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking, I..." The lawyer shook his head and bit down on his bottom lip, a small form of punishment, which paled in comparison to the offense. "I never should've said that."

The musician simply continued to stare at him as their server came to take their orders. It was then that Sebastian broke eye contact and looked up at her with a small smile before he gave her his order. Rafael followed suit, though instead of a polite smile he looked more like a child who'd been caught misbehaving. Only after she'd left did Sebastian speak again, this time directing his words to Rafael.

"I need to know you're not gonna use that against me every time we disagree," he said.

"No," Rafael answered immediately, shaking his head for good measure. "I promise you, it'll never happen again. I'm so sorry, Sebastian."

Sebastian nodded. "Okay," he whispered. "And just for the record, I never said that I wouldn't want my mother's killer to pay. It's just that my idea of vengeance is a lot darker than just a needle in the arm."

"It's justice, not vengeance," Rafael said with a frown. 

Sebastian shook his head. "It's a quick fix for us and giving them the easy way out. I'd want to know that every morning I get to wake up, free as a bird, while he rots in a cell for the rest of his life. I'd want the option to be able to go to whatever prison he's in and watch him rot. Watch him suffer knowing he'll never see daylight again. The man who killed my mom doesn't get to rest in peace. I'd want him to live a long, miserable life in a four by four cell with nothing but time to think about everyone he ever hurt."

Rafael regarded the pianist with soft eyes as he picked up his water and took a sip while his eyes roamed their surroundings.

"They changed the lighting in here, I think," he said as his eyes once again settled on Rafael. 

Smiling softly, the ADA reached across the table and laid a hand over the musician's forearm until he met Rafael's gaze.

"You're such a good man," he said.

Sebastian snorted softly. "I'm a good man because I want some piece of shit to suffer?"

"A piece of shit who would deserve to suffer. A piece of shit who took something from you that can never be replaced...but still you would spare his life. That's what makes you a good man. Most people would let him die. Want him to die."

Smirk tugging at his lips, Sebastian shrugged. "I'm not most people."

"I know," Rafael replied, using his thumb to stroke over the musician's hair-covered forearm.

"I think we just had our first fight," Sebastian said after a moment.

"Yeah, thanks to my big mouth," Rafael answered, lowering his eyes again.

"I love your mouth," the pianist said, turning his palm to face the ceiling, waiting for the lawyer's hand to slide over it. "Most of the time," he added with a teasing smirk.

Grinning back, Rafael brought the pianist hand up to place a firm kiss on his knuckles as in his mind he answered, I think I love you.

DECEMBER 31, 2013

Sebastian checked himself over in the mirror one last time after he heard the short rapping on the door, which he assumed was Rafael. They'd decided to meet up at Sebastian's and then go to Casper and Katie's together. Taking a deep breath, he tried to slow his racing heart by focusing on his breathing. Why was he so nervous? He and Rafael had been seeing each other for almost five months, they'd been on countless dates together, but never had they hung out with other people for an evening, least of all another couple and close friends of Sebastian's to boot. 

It'll be fine, you idiot. Just open the door so he doesn't think you ditched him.

Clearing his throat, he took long strides to his front door and opened it to find Rafael in a pink polo shirt under a tan jacket and jeans, carrying a bottle of expensive-looking champagne. The musician couldn't help the grin that formed on his face as his eyes drank in the sight of the ADA over and over again. 

"Wow. You look so good," he finally said, stepping aside to let the other man in as he gestured to the bottle. "You didn't have to bring anything."

"My mother taught me to never show up at someone's home without something in your hand," Rafael answered, closing the space between them to plant a kiss on the pianist's lips. "You look handsome, too."

Looking down at his fitted white thermal and dark stained jeans, Sebastian smoothed a hand over his shirt before his eyes came back up to meet Rafael's. "I may just say fuck it and keep you all to myself tonight."

"Well, you'll have me all to yourself later," the prosecutor replied, smirking suggestively as he laid another kiss on Sebastian's pout. 

"Oh, no work this year?" the pianist teased.

"I had a reason to get it all done this afternoon," Rafael said.

There was no stopping the warmth that crept up Sebastian's neck at the thought of Rafael making sure to clear his evening just for him. As if he hadn't already had thoughts of Rafael coming home to him after a hard day in court, now he was fighting the urge to mentally plan their wedding. 

"Should we go?" Sebastian asked, grabbing his jacket and putting it on. 

"Yes," Rafael replied. "So is this the first holiday Katie and Casper are spending together, too?"

"They were...whatever they are for this past 4th of July, so, not exactly. But it is coming up on nine months they've been fucking." Sebastian locked the door behind him and followed Rafael downstairs and onto the sidewalk.

"You should just call it what it is," Rafael replied with a smirk. "They're dating. Who knows, maybe if you say it enough times, Casper will finally start referring to her as his girlfriend."

The pianist laughed as his fingers naturally laced with those of Rafael's while they walked up the street towards Casper and Katie's apartment building. The streets were relatively clear, the large majority of the city either at a New Years Eve party or in the restaurants that were scattered around The Village. No true New Yorker ever went near Times Square when they could have a far more comfortable view of the Rockin Eve festivities from their couch or on a rooftop.

"That's not a bad idea," Sebastian said. "Who knows, he may not even notice."

"How long have you known him?"

"Since we were, like, twelve. He lived in the building across the street from mine," Sebastian replied. "How about you and Olivia? How long have you guys known each other?"

"A little over a year now. Basically from the time I started working with Manhattan SVU. She's probably the closest thing I have to a friend left. The only other person that I would still consider a friend is...going through some things. I'm not sure if things will ever be the same between us," Rafael replied.

"What happened?"

Rafael sighed heavily, forcing a smile on his face as he looked over at Sebastian. "Alex Muñoz happened."

"That whole thing that went down a couple months back?"

Rafael nodded as they both came to a stop at the corner of the block. "We were all friends as kids. Alex had the looks, Eddie was the muscle and I was the mouth, of course."

"Course you were," Sebastian answered with a smirk, gently bumping the ADA's hip with his own. 

Snorting softly, Rafael rolled his eyes just as the white figure appeared on the light across the street, indicating they could safely cross. "Eddie and I always had a special bond. A kind of unspoken connection...and we both always followed Alex. Until I went off to Harvard, Eddie stayed with Alex in the South Bronx, even became his bodyguard when he got into politics."

"So he was probably privy to a lot of the not so kosher shit Alex was doing."

Rafael nodded. "He was. He almost went to prison because of Alex."

"Why didn't he?"

"Because I convinced him to make a deal," Rafael answered in a barely audible voice. "He has a son, a mother to look after. Single dad, he's their only income. And I have no idea what he's gonna do now that Alex has been indicted. That whole ordeal just...it made me feel like a bad friend for leaving him."

Sebastian's thumb idly stroked over the glove covered skin between Rafael's knuckles. "You helped him stay outta prison, Raf. That sounds like a pretty great friend to me."

The corner of Rafael's lips curled upward slightly, his eyes lowered towards the sidewalk. He had never seen the prosecutor look so sad as when he talked about his childhood friends, and all Sebastian wanted to do at that moment was kiss every bad memory away.

"You should invite him to the club some night," he suggested, giving Rafael's hand a squeeze. 

"I don't know," the ADA answered in a sigh.

"If he took your advice, that means he values your opinion...and with Alex gone, I'm sure he could use a friend he knows he can count on," Sebastian said as he streered them towards the entrance of a six story building. "Think about it."

Nodding gently, Rafael smiled at Sebastian as they walked to the elevator and waited for the doors to open. "I will."

"Good," the pianist answered, pulling his hand out of Rafael's to wind the arm around his waist. "Because I can't tell you just how badly I wanna hear all about what you were like as a kid."

Rafael laughed, letting his head fall back as he leaned into the other man's frame. "I can tell you. I was a nerd. Older kids in the neighborhood used to beat me up, take my lunch money. Eddie put a stop to that."

"Well then he sounds like a pretty great friend, too."

"He is," Rafael replied.

They stepped into the elevator  and Sebastian hit the button for the fourth floor. "We're supposed to be getting a lot of snow in the next couple days."

"Yeah, I am not looking forward to that," Rafael replied in a sigh. "The commute to work is gonna be a nightmare."

"I can't say I envy you," Sebastian answered with a smirk. "That's probably the easiest part about my job, short commute."

"Your job must be nice. You get to play music all night, relaxed setting."

"It's got its difficulties like any other job. Mostly just people who drink a little too much and make asses of themselves. Doesn't happen too often, but still. Plus, it can get a little difficult to keep the sets fresh every night. There are only so many songs that are compatible with a piano arrangement."

"I, for one, wouldn't care if you played the same song on a loop every night. Your voice is so beautiful," Rafael answered, leaning his forehead against Sebastian's temple.

Turning his head to stare into the prosecutor's emerald eyes, Sebastian grinned and closed the space between them just as the elevator dinged softly and the doors began to slide open again.

"THEY'RE HERE!" he heard Katie yell. 

Breaking their kiss, Sebastian turned his head to see the petite brunette standing in the hallway with a beer.

"Jesus Christ, woman. What the hell are you doing?" he asked. "You started without us?" He gestured to the bottle in her hand as he and Rafael got out of the elevator and walked towards her.

"Casper didn't think you guys would make it. I knew you would," she answered, leading them both inside.

"Shit," Casper muttered when he saw the two men walk in behind Katie. 

"What a way to greet your guests, you animal," Sebastian mused as he took off his winter gear.

"I thought for sure you guys were gonna end up staying at your place so you could bang, if I'm being honest," Casper said with a bob of his shoulders. "I mean, you know, New Years Eve, fireworks and shit."

"Whoa, fancy," Katie said, her eyes on the bottle in Rafael's hand.

"Oh, yes, here. I brought this for us to toast to a new year," the prosecutor said, handing the bottle to Katie.

"Wow! Champagne," Katie replied with a grin. "Thank you, that's so nice. I'll go put it in the kitchen."

"Champagne, huh?" Casper chimed, nodding as the corners of his mouth turned down in appreciation. He looked up at Sebastian. "I like him."

Rafael chuckled as he, too, took off his winter coat, gloves and scarf.

"So what have you two lovebirds been doing?" Sebastian teased.

Casper rolled his eyes as Katie answered, "Oh just hanging around. By the way," she turned her gaze to Casper as she came back into the living room, "you owe me ten bucks."

"Yeah, yeah," Casper replied, reaching into his pocket and digging a ten dollar bill out of his wallet.

"He bet you guys would end up cancelling and staying at your place to bone," she explained to Rafael and Sebastian.

The pianist turned to look at the prosecutor. "See? What'd I tell you? Animal."

Rafael laughed softly before he looked back at Katie. "He means thank you for inviting us over."

"Aw, you're doing that thing where these two act like total idiots," she gestured to Sebastian and Casper, "but you and I are totally on the same page." 

"We're standing right here," Casper said with furrowed brows.

Katoe paid him no mind. "Do you guys want some snacks? We've got some cheese I can cut up and crackers."

"Sure," Sebastian answered.

"Do you want some help?" Rafael asked.

Katie's eyes lit up. "I would love some help, thank you, Rafael."

Sebastian watched Katie and the ADA walk into the kitchen as he and Casper sat down on the couch, the latter reaching into a small cooler for a bottle of beer to hand off to Sebastian. The pianist couldn’t help but chuckle as he took the offering. “Something wrong with your fridge?”

“No, this is just easier, I don’t have to get up. So, this is getting pretty serious between you two, huh?” the scrawny man asked, leaning back against the cushions.

“I don’t know if I would say that just yet, but things are going really well,” Sebastian answered. “How about you and your girlfriend?” he asked with a smirk, remembering the conversation with Rafael on the way over to their apartment.

“Oh, I mean, same ole. She really liked the bathrobe, you were right,” Casper replied. “Think I’m gonna--wait a sec, did you call her my girlfriend? She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Right,” Sebastian mumbled, taking a sip of his beer. “So she liked the bathrobe?”

“Yeah.”

“I told you she would,” Sebastian said, grinning. “Hey, I’ve been thinking...I think I wanna take Raf to meet Edna. What do you think?”

“Five months in?”

“No, not right away, but I was thinking maybe for Valentine’s Day we could stop Uptown to see her and he could meet her then,” Sebastian replied.

“And you say it’s not getting serious.” Casper smirked, rolling his eyes and taking a sip from his beer. “Have you met anyone from his world yet?”

“Yeah, I met one of his coworkers one night while we were out.”

“Did you meet her there or did you just happen to run into her?” Casper asked.

“We just ran into her, but Raf still introduced me.”

“I don’t know, man,” Casper mumbled.

“What? He just happened to meet you guys down at the piano bar. That wasn’t planned.”

Casper tilted his head to one side. “That’s true.” 

Katie and Rafael came back into the living room with a platter of cheese and crackers, laughing at one thing or another as they set the platter and small plates on the coffee table. For a moment, Sebastian could imagine that the four of them had been together for years and that this was their tradition every New Years. It was a nice thought, especially when accompanied by the image of him and Rafael going home together, falling asleep together.

“So how was the show last night, guys?” Katie asked as she sat down next to Casper, who instinctively put an arm around her shoulders.

“Oh God, it was amazing,” Rafael answered, looking to Sebastian as he too sat down.

“Yeah, Jefferson Mays knocked it out of the park, as usual. You guys should go see it if you get a chance to, it was so good,” the pianist agreed.

“Well, I wanna go see it, but you know Mr. I-Don’t-Watch-Theatre over here,” she answered, as she pointed to Casper with her thumb.

“I just don’t like the crowds,” Casper said, shoulders bobbing.

“This is a really small theatre, so it’s actually perfect for someone who prefers smaller crowds,” Rafael offered, leaning against Sebastian when the musician draped an arm over the back of the sofa behind him.

Casper seemed to consider it for a moment before he idly nodded. “Yeah, okay. Maybe we’ll go then.”

Katie looked pleasantly surprised. “We gotta keep you around Rafael. I never thought it would be that easy to convince him to go see a show.”

“Happy to help,” the ADA answered. 

“Hey, let’s play a game!” Katie suggested, handing Rafael a beer from the cooler. “I got Cards Against Humanity from my grandma and I think we might have Jenga somewhere.”

“That sounds great,” Rafael chimed.

“I’ll go get them!” Katie replied, shooting up from her seat excitedly and disappearing down the hall.

For the next couple of hours, they played games while waiting for the time to tick closer to midnight, and Sebastian couldn’t shake the feeling of it all being so...normal. As if they’d been doing this for years with Casper and Katie. Every so often they would meet eyes and share a smile at one another and Sebastian couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so happy. He hoped it would last for the rest of their lives.

Eleven fifty-five came in no time at all it seemed, and Casper suggested they all go to the rooftop to watch the ball drop, just as he and the pianist had done every year. Opening the bottle of champagne that Rafael had brought, they poured four glasses out and began to make their way to the top of the building.

“I can’t believe you can actually see the ball from here,” Katie mused as Casper propped open the emergency exit that led to the roof.

“I mean, it’s not a perfect view, but you can see it as it reaches five seconds left,” Casper answered, leading them to the perfect spot for the best vantage point. Looking down at his watch, he started off the countdown. “Ten, nine, eight…”

“Thank you for inviting me,” Rafael mumbled into Sebastian’s ear before he planted a gentle kiss on the skin beneath the lobe.

“Thanks for coming,” Sebastian mumbled back with a warm smile.

“Three, two, one...HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

With his heart filled to brim with joy, Sebastian closed the space between them and pressed his lips against those of the ADA’s, keeping their foreheads pressed together when, after a few moments of bliss, their lip lock broke. From the corner of his eye, he could see a bright flash and turned to look at Katie, who was holding up her cellphone, pointed at the two of them.

"Sorry, you guys are just so cute together, I literally want to put you both in a frame and keep you always," Katie said.

"When would they pee?" Casper asked, earning a chuckle from Sebastian and Rafael.

“Katie, would you send that to me, please?” Rafael asked.

“Yeah, of course!” Katie answered.

Sebastian couldn’t have helped it if he wanted to, and he definitely didn’t want to stop himself from falling, long and hard for the ADA at that very moment. And he didn’t even care that it might’ve been too soon to feel that way.