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tinytennisskirt · 7 months ago

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Your 'rumours' fic was so adorable!!! I'd love to see some childhood bestfriends with Art from you, like reader just following him around like a puppy since childhood and at first he doesn't know how what to do with her but then she starts to grow on him,

UGH, what's it feel like to be loved???

-🍃

More Than Anything

Summary: ^above^ with a twist of angst and a few changed plot points. Art and his childhood best friend navigate the forces that pull them apart. Whatever he does, she does. He’s not sure what else is more natural than being her best friend. And no matter what she’s told, that will never change.

Warnings: fluff! drinking, mean Patrick, mentions of weed, mentions of sex, one mention of the risk of being roofied (nobody is roofied), a little ANGST. And a kiss.

Little Art Donaldson was having a day at the park when he met a little girl. It was you and there was much to babble about when there were so many things to do at the park and you, in a tiny voice, said you’d never been to the park before. Art took you by the little hand and you willingly followed as he showed you every single section that there was, even the swings.

Art, young, when met with lunch, he dropped his sandwich in the sand. He cried- the meat and lettuce all covered in grains and small pieces of sticks wasn’t a big issue but for a kid, it was quite upsetting to not have a lunch anymore.

You were more little, two years younger than Art, but you knew just what to do. Picnic lunch with your family nearby, stood next to him and asked if he wanted to come have some food with your family. You didn’t know you couldn’t just invite crying kids to eat with you. You were just too young, too pure.

He said yes, obviously. His dad was somewhere nearby on his phone, business call. Didn’t notice Art was sitting at your picnic bench eating fried chicken and watermelon with you and your parents.

Your mom was a sweet woman, so of course she’d never say no to a starved child. Art’s father found him no problem. He wasn’t a bad man either- not angry. In fact he sat down to eat with them and by the end of the meal they’d set up a time to come by and play another day.

From that day on, your parents befriended and you and Art became best friends. Self-proclaimed. Art didn’t know how to play anything but video games and baseball and he slowly got more into tennis, which he tried to show you. You weren’t that good at anything he did, but still, you would play together in the sandbox, run around each other’s yard. It felt like an endless summer with you two. If one of you was out and playing, so was the other. Usually more revolving around what Art did. It was simple, easy, fun. Anywhere Art would go, you were there too. It helped each other’s parents get a little peace every now and then or let them hang out as adults.

You maintained your personality, just as sweet as candy but with a boyish love for adventure, as your mom would say. That boyish side definitely came from Art. Where he was, you were, no matter what. Even if it was up a steep hill, even if it was the river nearby, even if it was the ant hill and you both got a million bug bites. Every scrape you shared, every bruise you compared in the backyard on the tire swing, every scrape from your bikes. Everything was shared.

You were a little in love with him. Even from a young age, the moment you could think boys were cute, you thought Art was the most adorable. It was platonic love, of course. The capacity to truly love wasn’t there, just pending…

And you and Art grew up together. You pursued different hobbies but still found the time, even with school. It was easy the first few years, you were only in kindergarten and then it was elementary. Apparently once you hit grade three you’re not supposed to hang out with anyone younger. Art wasn’t sure what to do, but he spent lunch recess with his friends and first and last recess with you anyway.

One thing was for sure. It was that you would follow him around like you didn’t know any other way, when he was nearby. You’d do whatever he did, even if he invited his other friends. A lot of the neighbourhood kids assumed he was your annoying sister, even when Art said you weren’t. You were just a little girl who liked to stick around.

That was how it was all elementary school until Art was in grade nine and you were still in seventh. The dynamic changed- he was still playing tennis, still seeing you, but more when your parents would see each other. Otherwise Art was with Patrick.

You knew Patrick well. He was around and so were you. Sometimes Patrick was nice, sometimes he wasn’t, but he was just a kid. You’d call Art sometimes and Patrick would pick up and just say “he’s busy!” And hang up. You had other friends but knowing someone pretty much your whole life, having a small itty bitty tiny crush your whole life, and having them turned away by a new crowd was a little hard. He still found time.

Art didn’t know what to do with you when he went to high school. It was weird you were still so young to him.

“Art,” you said. You were finally in high school and found him in the hall. “I can’t find the math classroom, I was wondering-“

“Take a left at the corner and it’s right there. Good luck, I’ll see you later, gotta go!” It sucked, but it was fine. If you had the chance, you’d tag along, still sporting the same following attitude. You went where he did.

Art was cute, yeah, but when he graduated you thought less. Sure you’d follow him wherever, but you had wanted to go to Stanford much longer than he had. Screw him and his two years on you, he was already enrolled. And he moved away.

You barely had a life when he was gone. It was all stupid. He called you every few days and of course you picked up the second your phone rang but it was still stupid. You’d call him whenever you liked which was much more often- and sometimes he’d pick up, other times he wouldn’t.

You and Art hung out a few days before college started. You walked through the city around Stanford, talking in the park. His choice of location. “It’s good to be in the same area as you again,” he said. You smiled as the wind blew your hair around your face, warm. “I don’t have to call now.”

“You didn’t like the phone calls?” You asked.

“No, I loved them, don’t get me wrong, they’re effective. You have no idea how good it was to hear your voice when I missed home.”

Your smile turned into a grin, he matched it. “Now what do we do when we both miss home?” You asked. He laughed and bumped against your shoulder.

“I’ll just call your mom,” he said. You both laughed at his immature humour. It was good to be back with him, he was right.

“Uh huh and I’ll call your dad, no hesitation,” you teased. He shoved you a little so you stumbled a few steps off the path. “I’m sure he’d love to hear all about you and your adventures with marijuana.” You poked him in the ribs as you regained your position on the path. He grinned his crooked grin, the one you knew so well.

“I’d just have to tell your mom that you actually have had your first kiss and you aren’t her perfect little princess anymore.” He said.

“She’d never believe you,” you pretended to judge him, eyes narrowed. “She’d die, she’s so Catholic, Art, she’s sooo Catholic.” You fake groaned and he laughed. It was good to know that even though the distance made things feel odd, the dynamic somewhat returned when you were together again.

“She is so Catholic, but I’m sure she’d be fine with it, come on…” He ruffled your hair up and you gasped.

“Art- my hair took like an hour to braid- and she would die, I’m sure of it. On the spot. Unless you want her to die, I suggest you keep that secret.”

“And you keep your secret about the weed?”

“Deal.”

“Deal.” He repeated, pulling you into a quick hug, smile on his face. He’d missed you. He let you go. But his phone buzzed, it was Patrick, who he said he’d meet. He lost track of time with you. “Shit, Y/N. I made plans to play pool with a friend. I have to run, but I’ll see you soon, okay?” He was already stepping back. You were going to ask where he played pool, you were going to ask who with, just curious, but he was already on the run. It was fine.

Your first day at Stanford, 18 years old, you found yourself in his exact residency building, just on the girls end. It was convenient. Your parents had just left. You had your hair up in a claw clip as you set all your pictures up in the room, covered and made the bed. Your roommate was really nice already, sharing a bag of chips and telling you she brought a mini fridge you could both use. You had a feeling you’d love it there. Stanford was the dream.

You were bringing another box in when Art passed you. “Art!” you said, dropping your box. Art turned, confused.

“Y/N?” He said. He knew you were here just not in his building. He pulled you into a quick hug. “You got a room in this residence? You didn’t even tell me.” He let go.

“I didn’t know which you were in, I didn’t even think it might be the same,” you giggled. He smiled. You looked at the box you dropped. Art kept walking down the hallway, you left all your things to follow. “How are you?” You asked, walking just a bit behind him.

“I’m good! I just was out for lunch,” He said. “Uh- come, I’ll show you my room.” He didn’t expect you to follow him the way you did, but it was always okay. “It’s great you’re here. I would hang out but there’s a party tonight, the frat throws one every year for newcomers.”

You weren’t a party person. “Are you going?”

“I think so yeah, me and a few of my friends. You remember Patrick.” You were glad you hadn’t seen Patrick in a few years, honestly. “He’s over right now in my room, actually. You can say hi.”

“Perfect,” you said, following him up the steps and through the boys-side lounge. “Can I go with you?”

He nodded, swallowing. He knew you didn’t go to parties, he was planning on seeing you tomorrow night. “Uh… yeah. Yes. I don’t see why not, you’ve been to parties right?” He pretended like he didn’t know.

“No,” you replied.

“Okay, well you’ve been drunk at least.”

“No,” you answered. You might have if you’d been around while Art started his late-highschool-early-college drinking era. “Is that bad? Should I have?”

“Not necessarily,” Art chuckled. You were exactly the sweet girl he knew. “Means it’ll happen faster. I have drinks you can have if you want them. This is my room-“ he opened the door to the dorm room and it wasn’t much. Pretty normal, some tennis posters, some video game stuff lying around and Patrick in a spinning computer chair with headphones on. “Patrick.” Art said, hitting his friend in the back of the head.

You looked around, eyes everywhere, then on Patrick as he spun around. His eyes widened and he looked at Art, then you. Art spoke up as Patrick took his headphones off, “You remember Y/N.”

It had been a while since you and Patrick had seen each other. As annoying as he used to be, he was much taller. More hair, more muscle, taller. He wasn’t bad looking, you noted. You didn’t know Patrick was noting the same, just a little more male-oriented in his ways of thinking. “Holy shit, hi.” Patrick said.

“Hey,” you replied, smiling. You could let bygones be bygones. Everyone here was an adult now. “How are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?” Patrick asked.

You were surprised he seemed civil. “I’m good, thank you.” Your smile turned into a grin. “It’s good to see you both.”

“You’ll be back here at seven, hm?” Art squeezed your upper arm gently. He turned to Patrick, “She’s coming with us tonight.”

Patrick narrowed his eyes at you. “Is she even eighteen?” He spoke like you weren’t there- that was the Patrick you remembered.

“Yes, she’s eighteen. And she’s with us, so she’s fine.” He turned back to you. “You go get settled in, we’ll see you later.” He dismissed you- you would have stayed if he didn’t say so.

You waved and said goodbye and the hours passed. You unpacked and got ready, putting on something cute. Your roommate was going too, said she would see you there. At ten past seven, you knocked on Art’s dorm room door.

Patrick opened the door, “It’s her,” he called to Art, looking you dead in the eyes. “You look terrifying with eyeliner.” He remarked with a smile.

You laughed. “Thanks.”

Art rushed out of the bathroom, buttoning up his open shirt. “No, you look great.” He rushed past, then turned a bit to look again. “You look really nice actually. Wow.“

You smiled and shrugged. He finished the buttons and grabbed a can from a case under his bed. “Drink this, you’ll like it.” He cracked it open for you and everything.

“Thank you- what’s the rush?”

Patrick shook his head, sipping from his own can. “No rush, he’s just fast.”

You took a sip, it wasn’t great but it was bearable. You scrunched your nose. Art walked by you again, putting his socks and shoes on. “Rules, Y/N.” He said. “Just in case, okay?”

You nodded. “Rules?”

“Rules,” he repeated. “Don’t drink anything anyone offers you, no matter what it looks like. Don’t take any pills or drugs. Don’t leave with anyone without telling me first.” He said. It was a lot more serious than the rules he’d made up for his own version of tag when you were kids. Time was an odd thing…

“Okay,” you agreed. Art stopped in front of you and stole a sip from your drink before raising his eyebrows and grinning.

“You could just put her on a leash,” Patrick chimed in. You cocked your head to the side and shook it slowly at Patrick. Patrick spun in the chair, “Or if she’s anything like she used to be, you won’t need to.”

What was that supposed to mean?

Things progressed and you went to meet some of Art’s friends to drink more before heading over and you enjoyed tagging along. Art let you choose the music in his car and his friends approved of it enough. Some guys, two girls, you. Art.

Two low percentage drinks made you fuzzy. You weren’t even there yet. You weren’t sure what was expected, but it was odd. You clung to Art’s side the whole time, not physically, but you were near.

Eventually you got to the party and it was loud and crowded and easy to lose people in the hoards. Art slipped away somewhere and you didn’t know what to do, so you finished a third can and you were feeling it for sure. It was weird, strange, loopy, almost. You sat on the stairs, just people-watching. Playing it safe instead of mingling. It was fine.

A while passed, though it didn’t feel like it. Patrick was the one to find you, “Have you been here the whole time?” He asked over the music.

“Yeah,” you replied.

“Maybe Art should have put you on a leash,” he chuckled.

You were drunk enough to ask, “What does that even mean?” You stole his drink and he let you, taking a swig and handing it back like drinking was normal, casual. It was not.

“You know how when you used to follow him around all the time? Like a lost puppy?” He laughed like it was something you’d known, like it was obvious. “Everywhere we would go, you were just trailing behind. As kids we couldn’t even go outside without you following us. I knew you were really you when you came here because now you’re gorgeous- which I hate- but you’re still you, following us to this party.”

Part of that was meant to be nice. You could tell Patrick was drunk as well the way he told the truth so easily. But what he said had the ability to sink in and hurt, burning into you like acid. That’s how Patrick, the practical extension of Art- viewed you? Just some sad girl who followed Art around forever?

It stung to hear. “What?” You asked again. As if you didn’t hear. As if your eyes didn’t gloss over. You had no idea. Did you just not pick up on the fact you weren’t wanted there?

“You’re still you. I should have known when you were still calling him all the time from home. Calling and calling and calling. You still follow Art around like you have that schoolgirl crush on him or something, fuck you’re even here at Stanford, he just cannot get rid of you. I never got why you liked him so much, but yeah, you practically invited yourself here with us. It’s not bad to see you, but you know, it’s college. Be your own person.”

It stung, it dug deeper. You blinked back tears, but you knew Patrick didn’t notice at all whatsoever. You looked at your hangs, feeling the embarrassment and shame in your fingertips. “I’m sorry.” You said. You wished you were saying it to Art.

“Hm?” Patrick didn’t hear you. But you stood up and nodded, repeating yourself to him.

“I’m sorry,” you said more firmly. He heard you for sure, his head turned as you walked by, pushing past people and disappearing into the crowd again. You walked out the door and went back to your dorm. There was no point in staying. You’d be your own person, you weren’t one for parties.

You thought about it the whole way. Had you invited yourself and not noticed? You remembered asking. Patrick wasn’t even there when you asked, for fucks sake. You knew Patrick was drunk, but drunk words = sober thoughts, you’d heard. Patrick was mean, that was for sure. You wondered if it even phased him.

You fought tears, rethinking your childhood with Art. How much of it did he want? How much of it was your parents? You took off your party clothes and slipped into the most comfortable t-shirt and shorts and took off your makeup. You sat in your new bed, knees to your chest and just thought, endlessly, over everything.

You knew you and Art wouldn’t be super close forever, obviously you weren’t naive, but he was always the most familiar thing. New places were always explored with him, new things were always tried with him, anything new was always perceived from Art’s side. Even without him there for a while, it was still something you valued. You didn’t realize maybe you’d been clinging. Had you been clinging? Or was he just a close friend? What was the difference?

You let some of your tears fall down your face. You were in school now, it was new, it was supposed to be fun. And you would be your own person this time, you guessed. You fell asleep with the lights on.

The next day you rolled over and looked at six missed calls from Art. He probably wondered if you got home fine or if you broke one of his rules. You didn’t read anything he sent, you just typed out

‘I got home safe’.

And left it at that. It was easiest. You rolled over and out of bed, into an outfit and asked your roommate if she wanted to get coffee with you. She was easily and instantly a great friend. Coffee turned into going to the thrift stores and talking and talking and talking. You knew each other’s life stories by the end of the day.

You had another missed call from Art around 3pm. You’d call him tomorrow, you thought, before Patrick’s voice chimed back into your head. You decided against it. Classes started tomorrow anyway.

The next day, classes were amazing. You had made tons of friends and assembled what felt like the beginnings of a friend group. After class everyone hit the cafeteria for super salty chicken tenders. Everything Patrick said still hurt, but it was good to have the distraction. Other friends. Ones who you were sure wanted you around regardless, even if it meant staying close by.

“Someone came by here for you,” Your roommate told you when you got home. “Said his name was Art?”

“A friend of mine,” you said. How sure were you of that? “Did he say anything?”

“No, just swung by and asked if you were here. I told him you were out and that I didn’t know when you’d be back.” She said. You eyed the dual schedules of yours and hers hanging up above her desk and the both of you smiled. “Just in case.”

You talked the night away again. She was a great listening ear as you confessed the whole thing to her. She was very sweet about it and gave you one of her ice cream sandwiches.

The next day you were laughing and leaving class and Art found you. You didn’t run, hide, you just looked at him. “Hey,” he started. “You haven’t been answering my calls or texts I thought maybe you’d died.” He shrugged sheepishly.

“I’ve just been busy,” you said. It was somewhat true- you’d busied yourself to be a different person, your own person. “Why, what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just-“ Art stopped himself. “You left early and you didn’t tell me.”

“The party?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Patrick said he saw you. Where were you?”

“I was on the stairs before I left. And then I went straight home and right to bed.” You told him honestly. “I’m sorry.” At least now you got to tell him you were sorry. “Look, I have another class in ten across campus, I have to go.”

“I’ll walk you,” he said.

You had to take a deep breath. All you saw in his offer was pity. Obligations. “My friends are waiting on me, I’m sorry. Thanks though.” You dismissed him.

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” he said. He wasn’t used to whatever version of you this was. You were sweet, you were kind, you were always willing to stick around if he needed you. You would always hang back if he was tying his shoelaces, but you wouldn’t even walk with him. “See you around.”

“Bye, Art!” You called from ahead. Part of you felt terrible. It wasn’t normal to do what you just did, but it was essential. How would you be someone uninfluenced if you couldn’t break the habit?

A few more days passed. Art would call every now and then. You would never pick up. You were busy. It was the least contact you’d had with him in your entire life- by choice, at least. Camping and vacations never counted. Your roommate said he’d been by twice more.

Another party came up. A Friday night- you, your roommate, your class friends all wanted to go. It still wasn’t your thing but why couldn’t it be? Reinvention.

No pregaming, just one drink in hand at the party you were talking with your friends in the corner, laughing, having fun. There was a guy in your new friend group that had been showing interest, or at least that’s what your friend said, backed up by your roommate. He was cute but he was your height, not taller. He was nice but said a few things that had made you cringe. You were trying to get into the college era vibe by flirting back but it was all empty.

You had no idea how to flirt with someone who wasn’t picking up on simple hints, but you stood with him, talking to him against the wall, closer than your other friends were.

You felt a hand on your lower back, turning to face Art. His hand raised itself to your upper arm, “Thought you didn’t like parties?” He said. No hello, no hi, no greeting.

“I’m giving it another chance,” you replied. “The first one wasn’t great.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Can we talk?” He asked. Your roommate stepped in and removed Art’s hand from your arm. It fell to his side. He looked at you, eyes meeting yours in the flashing lights of the party. You’d put off your friendship enough to allow maybe a conversation. He wanted to talk, he’d been wanting to talk, not sure about what but you nodded. “Somewhere quieter?” He suggested, gesturing for you to follow him. You stepped a few steps in the direction you started before realizing you were following him. You tapped his arm.

“This way,” you said. And you changed direction and headed up the stairs. Every room was occupied. You had no idea where you were going, so you turned to two doors in the hall and found yourself on the frat balcony. Greek letters hung just above your head height. Art closed the door behind you both, muting the inside noise. And he just looked at you, hands in his pockets, eyes soft, summer breeze in the air.

You blinked off his gaze, feeling judged, but he knew you were sober aside from a sip or two. Unaffected. “You’ve been busy,” he started. “I called again a few times, was wondering if you wanted to come with me and Patrick to see a showing of Back To The Future in the campus park this weekend.”

You smiled a little to yourself. Back to The Future was a shared favourite between you and Art. Your expression softened. “I’m not too busy…” you said. “But you’re inviting me?”

“Of course I’m inviting you, I haven’t seen you in a week and a half.” He said it like it was the biggest drop of common sense. “I want you to come with us.”

You shook your head, looking at your feet. You didn’t speak. Art spoke instead, “What happened at the first party? I know something happened, I can assume something happened. I lost you and I never found you and the next day you’re different. You’re not you.”

You weren’t you because you weren’t trailing after him on an invisible leash? You sighed heavily, “I don’t know.”

“You do know. I know you. You know. And we tell each other everything, but you’ve gone radio silent.”

You looked over the balcony, at the trees and the way their leaves rustled in the light wind. You folded your arms over your chest, unknowing of how to answer. He spoke again in your silence, “I’ve missed you.” He said.

You looked at him, “Missed me?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I? When I missed you before I could just call and you’d answer and now I can’t see you when you’re in the same building as me. I’m used to you being around. It’s different when you’re not.”

Your lip quivered like you wanted to cry and you felt burning behind your eyes, but no tears surfaced, just remembering how you felt when Patrick said what he said. You couldn’t let that go. “I just wasn’t at your heels,” you said.

“Hm?” Art stepped forward.

“Like a lost puppy,” you continued. “I’ve been trying to be my own person. Do things without you, without being on your tail at all times.”

He looked like that hurt him. How would that have hurt him? “What?” He asked it like you said something wild and crazy.

“I didn’t want to be some sad girl who follows you around anymore. I know you have priorities, I know you have friends here that you’ve known and connected with and I think you should be allowed your space… from me.” You said. Part of that was gushing and for the first time you realized that staying away from him had only partially been for you. It was an act of sentiment toward him to allow him to enjoy himself without you as a ball and chain.

Art looked like someone punched him in the stomach for a moment as he processed what you said. He changed expressions to concern, then to disbelief and then he just looked sad. “How did you come to that conclusion? Y/N… What? Space? From you? Like I didn’t go through two years of it already, seeing you only at Christmas and Easter?”

“You have great friends here and you see them all the time and you go out and you go to parties and I just tagged along that night, didn’t I? You were going to the party with your friends and I asked to go with you and you-“

“I said yes!” He said, voice a little louder. Trying to get it across. “I said yes. I didn’t think you would even want to go.”

“I want to be where you are. Or I wanted to be where you were, I missed you. I didn’t mean to invite myself. You could have said no.”

“I wanted you there!” He replied.

“Are you sure? You lost me pretty fast.”

“I spent the rest of the night looking for you! I haven’t spoken to three people from that night because I disregarded their existence looking for you, ruined their nights. I wondered if maybe you got roofied or you were fucking some guy in a bathroom- I-“ He ran his hands through his curls. “You didn’t message me until the next morning, I was still out there looking for you when you messaged me.”

Your lips parted and your mouth suddenly felt very dry. A little breath slipped out, a hush. You looked at him and he looked at you, his eyes soft and kind and sweet and just like the ones of the boy who dropped his sandwich in the sandbox. Art shook his head, stepping closer to you, stepping back and standing his ground closer to you. He looked up at the sky, “I love you and I care about you and I do fucking miss you.” He said. “More than anything. I’ve been losing my mind the past week.”

“I didn’t know,” you said.

“I called and came by your dorm,” he replied. “So this is the part where you tell me what the fuck I did to make you think you were someone I didn’t want around.” He was firm, but you could see the pain in his expression.

You swallowed hard, wondering what he would think. “Patrick, um…” you started but talking about it made you want to cry. You tried to get rid of the lump in your throat. “He found me and he said a few things about me being the same little girl who followed you around everywhere when I wasn’t wanted.” Your voice almost broke but you saved yourself, though you couldn’t stop your eyes from starting to tear up.

“Patrick said that?”

“He’s the one who made the lost puppy comparison. I’m not mad at him or anything, he was drunk, but he talked about me calling you all the time, how it all adds up to the same schoolgirl crush and how you can’t get rid of me and you’re the reason I’m here at Stanford and…” you trailed off because it choked you out. “It’s okay, it just made me rethink a lot of things. He said I need to be my own person.”

“You are your own person, what the fuck? Made you think that you needed to give me space? He was able to make you believe that I wanted to get rid of you? After being friends with you for seventeen years of my life?” He questioned it but you knew he wasn’t actually questioning you. It was rhetorical, you knew the answers. “I swear to god, I’ve never given so much as a notion that I don’t want you around other than I couldn’t want you around because you were either too far or just not invited. If I had it my way you’d be invited to everything, I would never not want you around.”

He grabbed you by both of your shoulders, squeezing but resting gentle. You sighed, “But I have followed you around like a lost puppy.” You said, blinking back threateningly hot tears.

“You’re not a lost puppy. Do you think I don’t feel like I’m dragging you around sometimes?”

“You’ve never dragged me anywhere,” you said. You smiled just a little and he couldn’t help but do the same. “I like being around you.”

“I like having you around. I’ve never thought of you as any sort of dog at my heels or whatever the fuck it is you or Patrick said.” He squeezed your arms again, sliding his hands up to the back of your neck, under your hair, bracing you. “You are everything to me, I don’t care where you are, if you’re behind me or in front of me, beside me, just with or around me, it’s the safest, most familiar thing I know. You can go anywhere you want but you chose to stick around me when you were only three and it was the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He confessed. You sighed, this time, just out of the peace his words brought.

“I mean at first I didn’t know what to do with a little girl who was depending on me to teach her how to make stick forts and weird knots and how to climb hills but we’ve figured everything out together. And I don’t want that to stop. Fuck Patrick, honestly. You over him, you over anyone, anything, any day of the week, I’m sorry. I’m not that sorry”

You didn’t know what else to do or how to reply. Every word he said kicked Patrick’s take on you to the curb. Everything Patrick had thought about you was disproven, thrown, ripped to shreds. Your heart beat fast, heavily, thudding against the inside of your ribs. You breathed out hard, hoping that maybe it would expel some of the emotion that was overloading. Art’s hands had moved slowly up the back of your neck, unnoticed as he confessed everything and now they rested just at your jaw, thumbs by your ears. This moment of yours before the breath only lasted seconds but felt like eternity. You could have cried, sobbed, even, with the amount of emotion that instantly overcame your body but you didn’t cry or scream it out, there was nothing more fitting than how Art closed the gap between the two of you with a kiss.

His hands at your jaw, yours grabbed onto his sides like it was natural. Like you’d done it a million times. As he kissed you with slightly chapped lips pressed firmly to your own, you found that there was some release, some weight gone. Some ghost butterfly danced around your stomach and your head and the kiss was not long, but not short either, but it was needed and the kiss itself was telling of that. All of your emotion washed out like the tide and came back slowly, regular, calm, known.

You pulled away at the same time, mutually. “I love you too.” You said quietly. He grinned that crooked grin you knew too well and suddenly you were laughing about it. About something, about everything. He kissed you again, of course, harder, laughing through it, his hands around your waist and your arms around his neck and this second kiss turned itself into a hug. An embrace, tighter than the usual ones. He buried his face in your neck as you expressed everything you’d needed to in all of your seventeen years as best friends. He apologized for any distance, any fault in the way he prioritized you, and any time he may have taken you for granted. Being without you was harder than he could have imagined.

And nothing ever changed how either of you felt about each other again. Though… Art started following you around a bit more from that point on, but who wouldn’t want that?

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope this is somewhat to your liking, though I followed your prompt a bit loosely with the pacing. Always feel free to request! That goes for everyone

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thehandmaidenofcreativity · 8 days ago

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that time I got kidnapped by hot vampires

WC: 12.3K; Rating: 18+

Summary: You're out walking late one night when you realize someone is following you… each choice you make leads you to your vampire soulmate.

Comments: After doing this youtube choose-your-own-adventure game, I decided to turn my responses into a full story. As such, some of the plot choices might seem odd, but I stayed true to the original author's storyline and my random choices. That said, you should 100% go play yourself, it's a good time. Also, it feels worth mentioning that the number of times my beta reader questioned homegirl's intelligence was comical, at least over 5.

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You knew you should’ve just stayed home. You knew it.

Someone is definitely following you. You crossed the street twice and changed directions once to check. When you catch a glimpse of the shadow, you’re sure it’s a man. Luckily, the convenience store is just a couple meters away. You’ll be safe in there and will call a cab to get home.

The sigh of relief dies on your lips when you pull at the locked door. Just then, the lights flicker; you feel that he’s right behind you. You could handle this a couple different ways, but your scrambled brain tells you that flirting is the best option. Stupid.

“Hey there,” you turn with a smile, ready to bat your eyes; before you can say or do anything else, he’s got you. He wraps an arm around your torso while pressing a slightly sweet smelling cloth over your mouth and nose. Despite your efforts at a struggle, he holds tight, clearly way stronger than you.

Next thing you know, you’re waking up on the floor of a seemingly abandoned warehouse. Disoriented, you look up into the face of the man lightly tapping on the side of your face. Something must be wrong with you, because instead of screaming, crying, fighting, doing literally anything that the situation warrants, you smile and murmur, “You’re so hot.”

He raises an eyebrow and gives you a fox-like smile. When you hear footsteps, his expression hardens. “Apologies for making your acquaintance this way, but my king commands that we bring you to him.”

More alert now, you start to panic. “Excuse me? Where am I? What king? You’re not taking me anywhere!”

“Unfortunately, you don’t have a choice in this matter, miss.” He doesn’t look particularly sorry. “It’s best if you don’t resist. I’d hate to have to drug you again. Makes the blood taste funny.”

“Makes the blood…” You trail off when he smiles, no, bares his teeth. His canines are abnormally long and sharp. The rest of his words catch up to you and your panic resurges. You scramble back as the tears start flowing and you start screaming, pleading with him to leave you alone, let you go.

Your head snaps up when you see another person walk up behind the… vampire? He takes a menacing step toward you and snarls, “Shut up, or I’m going to snap your neck.”

“Ji, that’s not gonna help.” The first guy snaps.

He’s kind of wrong, though, because the threat does stop your tears. You sit, eyes wide, mouth agape. ‘Ji’ tongues at one of his fangs. You feel like you’re going crazy. “Please… just tell me what’s going on.”

Fox-smile guy kneels in front of you. “King Seo Changbin, along with several other powerful vampires, has discovered that you come from a very unique bloodline that was thought to have ended a few decades ago. If these other vampires get hold of you, they will drain you to amass power and gain dominion over us, humans, everyone.”

“Yes, yes,” Ji interrupts, grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet. He drags you out the door and toward a waiting van. He throws open the door and shoves you inside. “So we’re taking you before they can.”

You are so shocked and confused, you don’t even think to try screaming again. When both men, no vampires, get in and start driving, you regain your ability to speak. “What do you mean you decided to take me first? Are you going to, going to drain me? Where are we going? What are you going to do to me?”

Those questions and more go unanswered. Ji turns up the rock music on the radio to drown you out. They don’t speak at all the entirety of the drive. After what feels like too short a drive, you arrive at this absolutely horrifying castle, straight out of a gothic novel. You’re confused at how this enormous monstrosity could be so close to the city until you remember you’d been knocked out before being taken to that warehouse, so you really have no idea how far from home you are.

You’re ushered out of the van and see yet another unfamiliar man, this one taller and a little more imposing than the other two, with short, black hair and a slit through his eyebrow. As you approach, he gives you a smile, as if you chose to come and should be happy to be here greeting him. As if you understand anything about what’s happening right now. You look at his fangy smile and roll your eyes.

The mirth disappears from his face in an instant, his eyes flashing red. Before you can even blink, his large hand is wrapped around your throat, and he slams you into the wall beside him. “You humans lack proper manners.”

You couldn’t respond if you wanted to, your hands pulling at his fingers and wrist in a feeble attempt to free yourself. Then he’s being wrenched away from you, thrown to the ground by a furious looking Ji. “Changbin’s orders were clear. No harm is to come to her. Jeongin, take her inside. Now.”

You’re so busy gulping down air, it doesn’t occur to you to do anything but follow as Jeongin guides you with a light touch to the small of your back. The inside of the castle is just as creepy as the outside. You meet yet another tall, beautiful man in the foyer.

“Welcome,” he gives you a closed mouth smile, which is a small kindness that makes you feel like maybe he’s okay. Then you notice the dry blood along the curve of his jaw and shudder. “Follow me, I’ll show you to your quarters.”

He leads you up the stairs, bringing you to a room in the middle of the hall. He opens the door, and you’re pretty sure a puff of dust flows out. You peer into the room, noting the cobwebs stretching between each piece of furniture. The only color in the room is the blanket on the twin bed and the velvet lining of the open, child-size coffin sitting in front of it. The walls are covered in antique picture frames housing the kind of paintings you see in a horror film, all the subjects pale, gaunt, and somber with eyes that will almost definitely follow you around.

The vampire gently pulls you into the room by the elbow, almost succeeding in covering his look of disdain as he takes in the room himself. You’re still shaken by your experience outside, but decide it’s worth the risk to ask a question, considering there’s apparently an order not to hurt you. Still, your voice comes out small and shaky. “What’s going to happen to me?”

His eyes flit down to your neck briefly, a frown darkening his lovely features. “I wish I knew. Try to get a good night’s sleep.” With that he turns on his heel and stalks out of the room, closing the door behind him. You can hear the lock click.

You turn back around and try not to cry. It doesn’t really work. At least the bed doesn’t look too dusty. You brush it off the best you can as the tears stream down your cheeks and take a seat, your back against the wall. The longer you sit, the harder it is to stop the flood. When your door opens a crack, a broom falls in before it’s closed and locked again.

The dam breaks. You sob, and sob, and sob, until the sunlight is peeking through the moth-eaten curtains and exhaustion overtakes you.

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By the time you wake, it’s well past midday. You can feel the puffiness of your eyes, and your throat is scratchy. You pad over to the door and, unsurprisingly, it’s still locked. You pick up the broom and drag it along as you wander to the other two doors in the room. The first is a closet, so dark and dank you don’t even want to step into it. The ensuite bathroom isn’t much better; you finally have a reason to be happy that you don’t drink nearly enough water, because the thought of using it is five times worse when you realize there isn’t any toilet paper.

You consider the broom in your hand and drop it, climbing back into your same spot on the bed. You wonder how long you’ll have to stay in this room, how long you’ll even be alive. Somehow your eyes begin to fill again, apparently not as dehydrated as your night of crying led you to believe.

You just sit for hours, your mind oscillating between panic and delusion. Finally, finally you hear movement outside the door, just after the sun has set. When it opens, a young woman walks in holding a tray. You see the man who choked you lingering by the door. Any thought of trying to get past her and run away dies at the sight of him.

You try not to flinch away when the woman draws closer. She sets the tray on the bed with a small nod. On her way back to the door, she picks up the broom and glances around at all the dust and cobwebs. She walks out as quickly and quietly as she came, and once again you’re alone in a locked room.

You remind yourself that there are orders not to harm you as you eye at the cloche and glass of water on the tray. Then you figure at least if it’s poison or drugged you won’t be aware when the vampires tear into you.

When you lift the cloche, you find a simple omelette, breakfast potatoes, and a couple slices of bacon. It’s as if you’re at a nice hotel, getting free room service. If you take away the cobwebs, coffin, dirt and grime, and the whole being-held-against-your-will thing. The food is lovely, too. You’re glad you chose to eat it rather than just starving in pointless protest.

And then you resume your vigil. Luckily the tears have finally stopped flowing, and anger and boredom work their way into your cycling thoughts and emotions. After what you judge to be between three and four hours, you’re actually nodding off when your door opens again. Your head snaps up to see the young woman again. She stays at the door this time, and beckons you. Your eyes search the hall behind her, but you don’t see any of the men.

“Please follow me.” She speaks softly but with authority. “It’s time for you to meet the king, but I must make you presentable first.”

While you’re not particularly interested in meeting the king, you cannot wait to get out of this room. You approach her slowly, nervous, but sure that you could take her if you need to. Unless she’s a vampire, too. Do vampires employ humans?

Your relief at leaving the room is short-lived when you see Jeongin at the end of the hall. She only takes you one room over, anyway. This room, however, is much larger, brighter, and best of all cleaner. She leads you directly into the ensuite where a full bathtub awaits, steaming and smelling slightly floral. You worry that you’ll cry again at the sight.

You’ve never had another person bathe you, as an adult at least, but the woman insists on helping you. You don’t have it in you to fight. Myrna, she says you can call her, scrubs you clean, brushes out your hair, and moisturizes your entire body. It’s uncomfortable, but she moves with such purpose, it feels right to let it happen. You feel like a lady of a great house in the distant past.

Wrapped in a fluffy towel, Myrna brings you back into the room where a rack of ball gowns has materialized. “You must choose one, then we can decide on your jewelry and makeup.”

They’re all gorgeous, but you’re drawn to a black, strapless one. As you move to pull it off the wrack, Myrna clears her throat. You release it, turning back to her.

“Forgive me, but I do have a suggestion.” She drifts over to the other end of the rack. The pink gown is lacey and beautiful. It doesn’t really say ‘time to meet the vampire king,’ though. “While his majesty does tend to favor dark colors in his own wardrobe and decor, he often chooses pink when the occasion calls for a color.”

You don’t know if you want to impress the king, but Myrna has been sweet to you, and the dress is breathtaking. You allow her to help you into it before bringing you over to a vanity. She pulls out a beautiful set of spinel earrings with a matching necklace. The gems are a lovely shade of pink that match the gown almost exactly. Your makeup consists of soft pinks as well, pulling the whole look together. When you slip into the kitten heels that somehow fit perfectly, you’re ready and feel like a princess.

Myrna takes you down to the dining room, bringing you right in to the end of a long table. The four men you’ve already encountered are sitting on either side with three others among them. Another at the head of the table, a gleaming black crown nestled atop his blue locks.

You realize you’re staring when Myrna clears her throat and taps your hand. She is sunk into a curtsey, and the period romances you’ve read tell you that she’ll remain that way until you curtsey as well so that the king will tell you both to rise. Not wanting to alienate your one ally in this place, you follow her lead, doing your best to imitate her and praying you don’t manage to lose your balance.

You straighten up when she does and look around the room again. You realize that Ji hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you entered the room. Myrna gestures to the only open seat at the table. As soon as you sit, she curtseys again and leaves the room. It’s not until she’s gone that you realize how comfortable her presence made you. Now the panic is flooding back in and you fear you’re about to start hyperventilating. The man on your left whispers “just take deep breaths.”

Ji, who is seated across from you taps the table in front of your place setting. “Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Han Jisung.”

Ah, so Ji is just a nickname, you think, nodding at him with the smallest of smiles.

He gestures to the man next to him and so on, naming them all other than the king. “Lee Minho, Lee Felix. You met Yang Jeongin, Hwang Hyunjin, and Kim Seungmin earlier.”

“And I’m Bang Chan,” said the one who reminded you to breathe.

You nod at each name, unsure if it’s worth it to try to commit them to memory. If you do have to stay here, you resolve to stay away from Seungmin if you can. Your hand drifts up to touch your neck at the thought. Jisung’s eyes track the movement.

“Welcome.” King Seo Changbin’s voice is kind of low, but clear and powerful. “I know the circumstances of your arrival at my court are less than pleasant, but this is the beginning of a new era for us. Your blood is the key to power in vampirism, and with it, we will achieve dominion over the entire world. You will keep us strong.”

World domination? Using your blood? It might be suicidal, but you can’t stay silent any more; this is madness. “You can’t just kidnap people, because you think you can use them! It’s not okay! It’s wrong!” You shoot to your feet, shoving at the table as you do.

Chan, Jisung, and Seungmin all move to stand as well, but settle back in their chairs when Changbin raises his hand. “I understand where you’re coming from, but we couldn’t wait. There are other vampires who are after you. I wanted to approach you differently, but when our spies found that a rebel group intended to take you tonight, we had to move immediately.”

Your eyes go wide at that. A rebel group was going to take me?

“Your blood gives power, but not to all. They planned to kill you in an attempt to level the playing field. While simply taking you was wrong, it was for your protection. And we need you to ensure our victory. If my house were to fall, the world as you know it would change. There’s a reason most humans think we are nothing but tall tales. Your kind would face enslavement if any number of the nobel houses took the throne.”

You slump back down into your seat. When you’re not freaking out, you generally think you read people well. Based on what you’ve heard and experienced so far, you don’t think he’s lying to you. “Okay. I’ll help you.”

“Just like that?” Minho narrows his eyes at you. “No more, this is wrong; you’re just going to let us feed off of you no questions asked?”

Though he’s the only one to speak, you see the distrust in all eight of their faces. Before you can string together coherent reasoning to give him, the king speaks again. “Thank you. Considering the situation, I’m sure you’ll understand that we can’t simply take you at your word. Until you have gained my trust, you will be given free reign of the castle, but one of my men will accompany you at all times that you are outside of your quarters.”

“I understand.”

“Wonderful.” Changbin gestures to a servant that you’ve only just noticed. “Let us eat, then.”

Servants deliver plates of food to each of you and fill your glass with red wine. The other glasses are filled with blood. You try not to stare as a few of them pick the glasses up immediately to take a sip. You decide to keep your eyes on your plate and wonder about the fact that they all appear to be eating the same food as you in addition to the blood. Do they still need to eat food or are they doing it to humor you?

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After dinner, you’re escorted back to the room you got ready in. The clothes you wore the night before have been cleaned and laid out on the bed for you. Myrna helps you out of your dress before disappearing out the door. You change and wander around the room. There are clothes in the drawers and closet that appear to be your size. The vanity and bathroom house a number of products. Overall, this is a major upgrade. You wonder why you weren’t given this room right away, if the other room was meant to stress you out so you’d be more exhausted by the time you sat down to dinner.

Your exploration did not take long, so you hope to expand beyond your own space and see more of the castle. You tentatively grip the door handle, not entirely convinced that it will be unlocked, but it turns easily. You pull it open to find Seungmin leaning against the wall right across from you. You resist the urge to sigh or roll your eyes.

“Don’t look so surprised,” he straightens up and takes a step toward you. He doesn’t sound kind, but at least he doesn’t sound angry either. “You’ll be supervised when you leave your quarters, remember?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and lower your eyes. Unconsciously, you rest a hand against your neck. “I remember.”

“I,” he clears his throat, and you glance back up at his face. “I apologize for hurting you. I should not have lost my temper like that. Now. Where would you like to go?”

“Thank you.” A little blush colors your cheeks. You hadn’t expected an apology. “I don’t know what all there is to see. Maybe… is there a library?”

Instead of answering, he starts off down the hall, leaving you to scramble after him.

And this is how it goes over the next couple weeks. You wake up, get served breakfast in your room, go to the library, get dressed up for dinner, Seungmin takes you to a new part of the castle, and you get taken back to your room where you’re locked for the night. You suppose you’ve gotten closest to Seungmin. He is the one who ‘supervises’ you the most. The others rotate in as well, other than the king, but Seungmin is with you at least once every day. You wouldn’t say you’ve become friends or anything, you don’t even really talk to each other, but he is patient with you, and if you hadn’t already experienced that angry, violent side of him, you wouldn’t believe it exists.

For the past few days, you haven’t seen Myrna or any of the other staff. The men bring you your meals and fetch you for dinner. At the end of the second week, you make a decision. If you’re going to live here with possibly no other company, you need to start getting to know these vampires.

The next night, when Jeongin takes you to the library, you decide to start with him. “Can I ask you a question?”

His eyes search your face before he smiles mischievously. “Only one?”

Your cheeks flush, thinking back to that first night when you kept crying and yelling questions at him. “Well maybe more than one, if you don’t mind.”

He walks over to the plush couch and armchairs set in front of the fireplace and settles into one. You sit beside him in the other chair rather than on the couch across from him, wanting to have the option to turn to face forward and not look at him when you get too nervous. He nods his head and waits.

You’ve thought a lot about what you might ask them when given the chance. There are so many things that don’t make sense to you. Rather than taking it slow and starting small, what spills from your lips is, “Why haven’t any of you tried to drink my blood yet?”

He laughs. “Can’t wait to get bitten?”

“That’s– that’s not what I– I mean–”

“I’m teasing, chill.” He comes to stand in front of you. He drags a long finger down the column of your neck when you try not to tremble. “We are anxious to see just how your blood will affect us, but we agreed to take some time to do additional research. Plus, we wanted to give you a little time to adjust to us first. We know this is a lot for you.”

He returns to his chair and looks at you thoughtfully. “And personally, fear sours the blood a bit too much for my taste.”

“You can taste that I’m afraid?”

“If I were to drink from you, I would be able to, yes.”

You ruminate on that. “Can you taste other emotions, too? How long can you go between... feedings?”

Jeongin explains that anger gives blood a more bitter taste, happiness is sweet, arousal is a little spicy. You try not to think too much about that last one. He takes the time to teach you other things about vampires as well. Nothing too specific about the vampires of this castle, but generals about vampirism to balance out your ignorance and assumptions. Every time Jeongin escorts you, you try to have another question ready. He’s easy to talk to, and with those dimples and that smile, you think you’re actually starting to develop a little crush on him.

You start to get used to all of them. If there’s one you struggle with most, it’s Hyunjin. He’s the most standoffish with you, not particularly tolerant of your questions, and he starts escorting you less and less.

A week or so after your first lesson in vampirism, Jisung decides to give you a practical example. He sets the food tray on the small dining table in your room. Rather than leaving right away, he comes over and plops down onto your bed where you’re absorbed in your novel. You jump when his weight hits the bed, but you find you’re not upset by his proximity.

You notice that his dark eyes have taken on a reddish hue. Thanks to Jeongin, you know this means that he’s hungry. His smile feels wicked when your eyes catch on his fangs, which seem slightly larger than usual.

“You’re becoming more comfortable here with us, yes?” He questions, not bothering to look away from your neck where you’re pretty confident he can see your pulse thumping.

“Um, yes,” you admit. You’re scared, but you realize that learning so much about vampires has also made you curious. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable, per se, but I’m getting there.”

“Innie tells me that he’s explained a few things to you.” He sits up and shifts closer to you. “Do you know what I’m thinking about now?”

You hope he can’t tell that you’ve started sweating. “You’re hungry.” Your tone goes up just a little at the end, as if you might be asking rather than making a statement.

“Correct. And you’re going to help me with that today.” Also not a question but you steel yourself and nod. “Good girl.”

He pulls you closer to him and licks your neck, shocking you a little. While your mind is on that confusion, he sinks his teeth in. You can’t help but yelp and try to push him away, even though you agreed to this. After the initial pain of the bite, it actually feels alright. You wouldn’t say it feels good, but it’s not the most unpleasant sensation.

After about thirty seconds, you start to shift and try to push him away again. He pulls back, licking over the marks. You’re happy that he listened to your silent request, but when you look into his eyes, they’re blood red.

“I’m not done yet, pretty.”

Before you can move more than an inch, he’s on you, pushing you onto your back, wrists pinned above your head by one of his hands. He noses his way from your shoulder up into your hair. When you start to ask how much more he’ll take, he cuts you off.

“Don’t worry, I like a little sourness.” He smirks up at you then pulls the collar of your shirt aside. You try to jerk away, but his teeth have already latched onto the skin just above your collarbone. All your movement managed to do was tear your skin a bit more under his mouth, causing a bolt of pain to shoot through you.

You try to contain your panic, knowing there’s really nothing you can do besides lay there and wait until he’s done. When he finishes a minute or so later, he licks over the wounds again. He nips at your chin, playfully, not really biting, and then he’s gone. You rush to the vanity, but you can barely see anything. There’s no blood or puncture wounds. If it weren’t for the food on the table and the red marks on your wrists where he held you, you’d think you dreamt it.

At dinner that night, you take your customary seat next to Chan. When Jisung drops into the chair across from you with a smarmy grin. You hear a scoff from further down the table, but you’re not sure who it came from.

“So,” Chan ventures with a sweet smile at you. “I hear you allowed Jisungie to feed. How are you feeling?”

Your cheeks burn for some reason. In your periphery, you see Minho, Felix and Jeongin’s heads turn toward you. “Um, yes. I feel fine, thank you.”

“I was wondering if you’d allow me to tonight as well.”

You look into his eyes and notice he has the same red gleam in them that Jisung had. You give a small nod and watch his smile widen.

“In that case,” Minho starts, but Changbin interrupts him.

“Minho, you know better.” He gives him a stern look. “I’m sure I don’t have to remind you all that now that she’s been bled, she’ll need time to recover between our feedings.”

Minho pouts but nods his head.

“If I need time, should Chan wait?”

You can tell the king is pleased that you chose to ask him. “Jisung assures me that he didn’t take too much, and since it was your first time, you should be alright. In addition to the enhancement you provide us, your blood should regenerate at a higher rate than a regular human.”

“‘Should’ being the operative word.” Hyunjin chimes in. “Allowing Chan to feed will also give us a chance to study your body’s response as well.”

“Hyunjin.” The king’s voice is stern.

“Apologies, sire.”

If his intent was to scare you, he needn’t have bothered. Despite having said yes to Chan, you were already extremely nervous about it.

After dinner Chan is the one to escort you back to your room. He enters it with you and takes your hand, leading you to the bed. He pats your hand as you sit side by side. “You will be fine. Hyunjin’s just nervous.”

“He’s nervous?” You almost shriek. “He’s not the one who could die from blood loss. Oh but if I die before he gets a taste, he’ll be upset, I’m sure.”

Chan grimaces. “It’s not like that, I promise. And if you really don’t feel well, just tell me, and I’ll stop. Or if you’re that uncomfortable, I don’t have to tonight.”

It would help if he weren’t so sweet and accommodating. Even knowing he’s a blood sucking monster that’s holding you against your will doesn’t stop you from feeling safe with him. You examine the red in his irises again. You sigh. “Let’s get this over with.”

You struggle to hold back a smile when he claps while doing a little happy dance. He rearranges the pillows against the headboard, and you let out a little gasp when he pulls you into his lap and settles his back on them.

“Do you have a preference for where I bite?”

You hadn’t really thought about it, assuming you wouldn’t be given a choice. “I guess just wherever is most comfortable?”

“I know this can be,” he hesitates. “Scary, but I’ll do my best to make it quick.”

He cups your cheek before tilting your head so that your face is buried in his neck rather than the other way around. When you try to lift your head up to look at him, he holds it down, telling you that you’ll feel better if you don’t watch. So you just breathe in his clean scent as he lifts your wrist to his mouth, pressing a couple kisses to it before you feel the slight pinch.

He drinks for a minute or so, like Jisung did, and when he stops he licks over your skin as well. He kisses your wrist once more, then turns to kiss your forehead before sliding you off his lap onto the bed. “All done. Stay here while I get you some water and a smoothie.”

The smoothie is really good until he tells you that it also contains beef liver. You’re happy he told you the truth, but at the same time you would’ve been much happier thinking it was just chocolate. Apparently they’ve determined that it is to become an important part of your already iron-rich diet.

You feel a little dizzy still when you try to get up to go exploring today, so you opt to stay in bed. Rather, you decide not to argue when Hyunjin insists you get back in bed after seeing you stumble at your door. He brings you a hot chocolate, no liver powder this time, and a book from the library. You happily realize that it’s one you’ve been meaning to read for a while, but he quietly slips out of the room before you can thank him.

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Five days pass before Chan announces at dinner that it should be safe for others to feed from you again. Apparently he’s able to sense your blood volume. You nearly say that it’s impossible or ridiculous, but then you remember that you’re sitting at a table with 8 vampires and keep your mouth shut.

Minho smirks and calls ‘dibs,’ which results in multiple shouted arguments that don’t die down until the king calls for order. “You can’t call dibs, Minho. We’ll decide this in a mature and civilized manner.

“Rock paper scissors?” Seungmin asks with a straight face.

To your surprise, equally serious, Changbin agrees. You’re pretty sure you hear someone growl, but a glare from Changbin silences him. They play through until they have an order in which they will be allowed to feed from you. You try not to shudder at the thought. Luckily for him, Minho ends up winning anyway. After him will be Felix, Seungmin, Changbin, Jeongin, and Hyunjin will be last.

Much like how it went with Chan, Minho escorts you to your room after dinner. He pauses at the door giving you a cat-like smile. He tells you to run to your bed. You look at him in concern. Changbin had reminded them all to take care not to be too rough with you when feeding, but you wonder at what point his predator brain may take over and overrun that order.

“Oh come on,” Minho sighs. “Make it a little more fun for me. I won’t bite.”

You forget your decision to stay away from disrespectful actions, giving him a look that statement deserves.

He cackles. “Okay, I will bite, but you’ll like it. I promise. Now run.” He maneuvers you so you’re facing the room again and gives you a quick pat on the butt to urge you forward.

You glare back at him over your shoulder, but figure it’s better to just get this over with. You run toward your bed as fast as you can in your obnoxiously fancy dress; you still don’t understand why you have to get all dressed up like this every night, especially now that you’re expected to get yourself ready.

You’re nearly to the bed before he even moves. You know that the vampires are preternaturally fast from your Q&A sessions with Jeongin, but these vampires haven’t really displayed any non-human characteristics, save for their eyes and teeth. The force at which the two of you hit the bed tells you that Minho was moving very quickly when he tackled you. Before you know it, he has you on your back and his teeth are sinking into your neck.

The shock of it pulls a scream from your throat, but you can’t even register the fear before the euphoria hits you. A feeling of elation washes over you, its epicenter where Minho’s fangs pierce you. It feels so good, you barely hold back a moan. When he pulls away, you forget yourself for a second, pressing his face back into place, though he only sucks and licks at the small puncture wounds. You can’t help but whimper when you realize he won’t be bringing back the feeling.

“What –” your voice is embarrassingly breathy. You clear your throat and try again. “What was that? It wasn’t like that with Chan and Jisung.”

Minho looks smug. “Innie told you that some vampires have particular talents, didn’t he? My sire passed on the gift of haengboggam venom to me. When I feed, I inject this venom, causing the pleasant feelings you just experienced.”

“That’s amazing. Do a lot of vampires have it?”

“Yes, amazing that I make my meals feel so good that they’d let me suck them dry if I so choose.” His laugh lacks humor.

You pale. He’s telling the truth. When he stopped biting you, the loss of the feeling was momentarily tremendous. You wanted him to keep going. You shudder.

You don’t realize that he’d started talking again until you feel his hand on your cheek as he brings your face back up to look at him. “Don’t worry. I won’t lose control, and there aren’t many who possess this gift. My sire was very responsible and chose not to create an abundance of children. Even if he had, Changbin keeps close tabs on those with abilities that could be particularly detrimental to the status quo.”

You wouldn’t have expected Minho to comfort you, but it works; you believe him. “Does anyone else have it here?”

He smiles. “Felix has a… mutation of it. His venom isn’t the same as mine, but I think you’ll enjoy it just the same.”

Felix. You haven’t had as much time with him; he left for a while on some mission. But he’s back, and he’ll be feeding on you sometime tonight. I probably shouldn’t be excited at the prospect of being bitten by a vampire.

Felix doesn’t come to find you until you’re in your room for the night, already dressed for bed. You’d wondered if he forgot he was given permission to feed today, or if he’d chosen to wait. When you open the door to his smiling face, you think your heart skips a beat. He’s so beautiful.

“Good evening.” His accent makes the simple greeting just a little more thrilling. “Or morning. Are you available?”

You snort at the question, then throw your hands over your mouth and nose, mortified. Felix’s deep voice pitches higher when he laughs. You step back, opening the door wider for him in invitation.

“I suppose it was silly to ask when I know you were locked in here, but maybe you were in the middle of a really good book and didn’t want to be disturbed.” His smile really is one of the best you’ve ever seen.

“Well, it’s sweet of you to ask, then.” You give him a smile of your own. “I’m not loving my current book anyway, so you’ve come at a perfect time, I guess.”

His smile widens. He sounds just a little guilty when he asks, “Is it still perfect if I tell you I’m hungry?”

You’d already noticed how red his irises are, and with the dinner conversation, you’d already been prepared to let him feed. After your time with Minho, you’re even a little excited for it. “Yeah, it’s fine. I know it doesn’t take long, so I know you’ll be done in time for sunrise.”

He gets a devious look in his eye. “It doesn’t have to take long, but some of us prefer to be a little less… efficient when we feed. Would you be open to exploring a different method with me?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating him. There was a certain implication in his tone. Taking in his lovely features, you can see another form of hunger in his eyes. You take his hand and lead him over to your bed. “I’m happy to try anything once.”

You scoot back to the center of your bed and he crawls not only toward you, but over your body, forcing you to lay flat on your back. His face hovers over yours, a lock of his pretty blond hair tickling your nose. You giggle as you reach up and tuck it behind his ear. His first kiss is soft, like he’s testing the waters, making sure you’re okay with it. Sweet.

You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him in for another. When he playfully nips at your lip, you can’t help but yelp. He pulls back, hand coming up to cup your cheek, running his thumb along your lip. “You know, biting is going to have to be a part of this.”

You can feel the blush coloring your face. “I know… I guess I’m still just a little jumpy about the whole blood thing.”

His grin is downright devious. “We’ll just have to get you used to it.”

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly increasing the pressure until his fangs pierce it. The pain is replaced by pleasure almost instantaneously. It’s not as intense as it was with Minho, but it still has heat pooling low in your belly. His tongue laves over the punctures, and he’s kissing you again. You don’t realize that he’d continued holding his body over yours until he shifts over and lowers himself comfortably between your legs.

He starts kissing his way down your neck, stopping to bite you once again. At the same time, he squeezes your breast, being sure to pinch your nipple between two fingers. The double stimulation has you aching, and you can’t help rolling your hips up against his. You can feel him getting harder, and it excites you enough that you don’t miss it too much when he retracts his teeth again.

He sits back to pull your night dress off before his mouth continues its journey down your body. His hand returns to your breast, pinching and twisting at your nipple now as he takes the other into his mouth.

“Felix, please,” you moan, so ready to feel another pulse of pleasure from his fangs. He obliges readily and it washes over you, more acute in combination with the way his tongue flicks as he sucks. You hold his head to your chest, gasping out your pleasure.

You whimper when he disengages, chuckling as he kisses down your stomach. He nips here and there, building your anticipation with each bolt of bliss. You happily realize that when he doesn’t lick the wounds closed, the feeling from the venom doesn’t immediately fade. When he resettles between your legs, he wraps his arms under your legs, hands coming to rest on the top of your thighs. He kisses the inside of one thigh before sinking his teeth into the other; one of his hands comes down so that his thumb can brush against your clit, heightening your pleasure.

All too soon he retracts his teeth, but before you can mourn the loss, he’s licking into your core. He slowly drags his tongue up so that he can replace his thumb with it. He moves it in small circles, listening to your gasps and moans and making small adjustments. You bring one hand to your breast while the other threads into his beautiful, blond hair.

Felix plunges two fingers into you, curling and pumping in time with each lick. Your climax is building, your body tensing with each flick of his tongue and twitch of his fingers. You’re mewling, and you can feel tears gathering in your eyes.

When he starts sucking and his teeth sink in, you scream with rapture. Your body convulses, the tears spill over, and you actually black out for a second.

You come back to yourself as Felix is crawling back up your body, trailing kisses much like he did on his way down, though, this time instead of nipping, licking over the small bite marks.

You’re still breathing heavily. “That was… amazing. But you didn’t…”

“That’s alright. I imagine this was a lot for your first time.” His smile is genuine. Then he winks. “You can always make it up to me tomorrow after you’ve rested.”

A certain light-headedness accompanies your blush. “Oh yes. Did you, um, did you not get enough to drink?”

“I did, don’t worry about that. I know you need time in between our feedings.” He tilts his head, a teasing look on his face. “You know we can do this kind of thing without me biting you. If you want to.”

You find you’re relieved to hear that he wants to hook up again regardless of feeding. This has been the best sexual experience of your life, but you’re eager to see how it goes without his venom intensifying your feelings. “I’d like that.”

He checks the clock and you realize it’s nearly sun up. No wonder you’re feeling so wiped out. He tucks you into bed with a final peck on the cheek. You’re asleep before you can hear the lock click.

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Things continue this way for a while – Felix did come back the next night so that you could return the favor, as he said; he stops by a few nights a week, but he’s sure not to take any of your blood on the weeks he’s not meant to be feeding. When it is his turn, he drinks less at a time so that he can spread his feeding over the course of the first few days, ensuring that you still have four days to recuperate fully.

None of the others have venom like Minho and Felix, so when you’re with them, things are more like how Chan was, gentle and a little detached, taking care that you’re comfortable but not making things feel particularly personal. Minho doesn’t take things as far as Felix does, but he still takes things up several notches compared to the rest. You like your weeks with them the best.

On your third rotation, they decide that you can try increasing to four feedings per week. Jisung, Chan, Changbin, and Minho take the first week, and it goes fine, similar to adjusting to that first week.

On the second week, you start with Hyunjin. Or you’re supposed to. He gets caught up with something and tells you that he’ll feed tomorrow. When Felix escorts you to your room for the night. You tell him that Hyunjin won’t be feeding tonight. He decides that he’ll still keep his spot in the rotation, but he does want to spend extra time with you tonight.

Thirty minutes later, he’s pounding into you from behind, one hand on your hip, the other pulling at your hair. On his next thrust, you let out a moaning shriek. Your door flies open at the sound, and you both turn to see Hyunjin in the doorway. He looks stricken.

Felix pulls out and jumps off the bed, reaching Hyunjin at an inhuman speed. “Listen, Jin, this isn’t a big deal; it’s just physical and –”

“That makes it better?” Hyunjin is clearly upset, his eyes are glowing red. You’ve gotten used to them all, but you haven’t seen any of them angry since that first night. You scoot back until you hit the headboard, clutching the blanket to your chest. “You figured since you can give her something I can’t, might as well milk it?”

“Jinnie, that’s not fair,” Felix starts, reaching out to him. Hyunjin shoves, sending Felix tumbling into the small dining table you take your meals at sometimes. Felix’s eyes flash red now, too, and he’s growling. “Hyunjin! You’re overreacting.”

Before either of them can do or say anything else, Chan and Minho are there. Minho grabs Felix like he’s scruffing a cat and walks right back out. Chan holds Hyunjin in a bear hug while the latter thrashes and snaps his teeth at him.

“Jinnie, you need to calm down, and then you need to feed.”

The words send a bolt of panic down your spine. Hyunjin is usually one of the most gentle with you, but seeing him like this, you’re afraid to let him bite you. In this moment, it occurs to you that it won’t be your choice. Despite all the escorting and keeping you under lock and key, you’d managed to forget that you’re basically their blood slave. Chan punctuates that point by dragging a calmer, albeit still fuming Hyunjin to your bed.

“I know this is a little scary, but he’s not mad at you.” Chan’s voice is gentle, like he’s talking to an injured animal he’s trying to save. “Can you just give me your arm, or even just stick out your leg if you’re too nervous.”

You appreciate that he’s asking, but you’re certain he’ll make you if you don’t comply. You try but fail to stop your shaking when you extend your arm to him. You feel the tears rolling down your cheeks when Chan takes your hand.

Hyunjin’s eyes finally dim. “I won’t hurt you. I just need a little. I’m sorry.” He takes your hand out of Chan’s gingerly. He sits as he brings your wrist to his mouth. You feel the slight pinch of his teeth and close your eyes.

True to his word, he finishes quickly. When he does, he gets up and leaves immediately. Chan bows his head to you in apology and follows after him.

You haven’t moved by the time Minho returns. He takes in your huddled form, the tear streaks on your face, and heaves a sigh. He closes the door behind him and comes to sit at the foot of your bed. He rubs a hand across his face tiredly.

“I’m sorry.”

Of all the things he could’ve said, you weren’t expecting an apology. It warms you just a little. When you speak, your voice is barely above a whisper. “Why are you apologizing?”

Minho laughs humorlessly. “Well, I can’t help but feel responsible for my progeny when he’s acting a fool. But I’m also sorry that you’re in this position.”

You can’t decide which part of that to question. If you remember your Vampire Diaries correctly, a vampire’s progeny are humans that they’ve turned. Minho is basically Felix or Hyunjin’s vampire dad? Before you can finish processing enough to come up with a question, he continues.

“I understand why Changbin has chosen to handle things this way, but I wonder if it’s a mistake.” He pouts a bit, eyeing the space between the two of you. You feel safe with Minho; you pat the space beside you. He moves slowly, slower than a human might, in an effort to keep you comfortable. “You’ve been a good sport in all this, but something like tonight shouldn’t have happened. I plan to request an official audience to speak with him about it tomorrow.”

He checks the clock, and you’re shocked to see how much time this whole ordeal took. You must’ve sat frozen on your bed for longer than you realized. Minho gets up and grabs your nightgown from the dresser. He passes it to you and turns to walk away immediately. Rather than leaving, he checks your window. It’s fitted with the same blackout shade and curtain combination on all the windows you’ve encountered, a safety measure in case a vampire can’t make it back to his room in time. He surprises you again by sliding into bed with you.

“You won’t let me get burned, right?” He doesn’t seem at all concerned that you might be planning to do just that if he stays in the room with you. He curls around you, kissing your cheek before snuggling his face into the back of your neck.

You say the only thing that makes sense to you at this moment. “Of course not.” And that’s how you spend your first day with a vampire. Sleeping comfortably in his arms.

By the time you wake, Minho is gone. You go about your normal routine, getting ready for the night, when you hear a knock at your door. Chan is on the other side, looking sheepish with a shopping bag in hand. He holds the bag up to you.

“You like dancing, right?”

You look at him, take the bag, look inside and back at him, dumbfounded. Any time you’ve done anything with the group of them, you’re expected to dress up. Typically that’s just for dinner, but you have on one other occasion as well. Every time, you dress in these extravagant ball gowns with jewelry and light makeup. You still don’t understand why, but that’s beside the point. This bag holds clothes that you’d wear to a bar or club.

“You’ve been cooped up here with us for ages. With all that’s been going on since your arrival, we haven’t even done anything fun.” He rubs at the back of his neck. “I, well, Minho and I decided that you deserve to have a normal life again, at least for a couple hours. So while everyone’s busy tonight, I thought I’d take you out. Minho will cover for us if we don’t make it back in time for dinner. What do you say?”

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In no time, you’re dressed and sneaking out of the castle. You go to a bar, drink, dance, and all around have a great time. When it’s time to head back, you realize that you’re excited to see Minho, to tell him about your night. You thank Chan repeatedly for doing this for you; if vampires could blush, you’re sure he’d have turned beet red when you hugged and kissed his cheek.

You’ve barely stashed the clothes and cleaned your face when there’s another knock on your door. You open the door with a smile, Thinking Minho has finally arrived. It’s Hyunjin. Your face falls and you take a small step back.

“I am sorry,” he mumbles. He squares his shoulders and clears his throat. “I shouldn’t have behaved that way last night; hungry or not. I just didn’t realize that you were in a relationship with Felix and was surprised. I’m sorry.”

You look down at your feet. “I’m sure it was a little shocking. And… and we’re not in a relationship.” You probably didn’t need to clarify that part, but it feels important to say so.

You can’t read his expression. “His majesty requests your presence. Please follow me.”

He doesn’t leave you much of a choice, turning on his heel and striding down the hall on those long legs. You scurry down the hall after him, worrying that you’re not dressed properly for an audience with the king.

In the receiving chamber, Changbin sits atop a throne that looks like it might be made of obsidian, all black and shiny. He looks imposing and at home in the grandiose room. The serious look on his face sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’ve come to a decision,” he says gravely.

You swallow a couple times before you can ask, “Your decision about what, your majesty?”

His face breaks with a small smile. “About how best to protect our world and you.”

“Me?” Your eyes go wide. You knew that things might change some time considering all you’d learned about how other vampires were after you, but you still have no idea what they could have come up with besides locking you up even more.

He motions for whoever is at the door to come in. You turn to see all seven of the men - vampires - you’ve been getting to know file in around you. You can feel your heartbeat pick up and a blush colors your cheeks when you realize they all know it, too.

“I’ve decided to turn you.”

The color drains from your face at that. You look around at the guys; their expressions range from unhappy to encouraging. You drag your gaze back to Changbin’s. He looks resolute. You doubt you could change his mind, even if some of the others support you. But… Do you want to?

You think back to the way they’d had to cut the castle staff down to a skeleton crew a few weeks after you’d arrived. a butler had been convinced to turn coat and aided in your attempted kidnapping by outside vampires. There were only a few other attempted assaults on the castle, and none made it very far. That’s when you’d gotten to see the extent of some vampires’ powers. Minho and Felix’s gifts make them more appealing, but the rest… you shudder at the memory of all the violence. As long as you stay here, there will be more attacks and those around you will have to keep going out on secret missions, sometimes coming back injured or ravenous, needing to switch feeding days with another so they can have you sooner.

You’d already resigned yourself to living here for the rest of your life; this won’t change that. Your life is just going to be shorter than you anticipated. It’s not like you’ll be dead and gone. You nod at him.

Changbin looks pleased. “Has Jeongin told you about how this will work?”

“Y-yes.” You almost can’t believe how okay you are with this. Still, your heart is steadier than your voice. “You’ll d-drain my blood then f-feed me yours.”

Minho takes your hand in his. “You don’t need to be scared. I’ll make sure you don’t feel any pain.” You meet his eyes with a smile.

“So, you’ll do it?”

Changbin answers before he can. “No, I will turn you myself. But Minho and the others will be allowed to help take your blood. Minho and Felix’s venom will alleviate the negative effects of blood loss and the change.”

They take you to another room you’ve never been in before and lay you down on a thin bed, your back against Minho’s chest as he leans against the headboard. The rest of them fan out around you, Changbin sitting to your right. Felix takes your wrist in his hand, kissing it gently before sinking his teeth in. That now familiar sensation of pleasure starts to flow through you. You watch as Seungmin bites your other wrist while Chan and Jisung each bite into one of your thighs.

As always, it doesn’t take as long as you’d think, and they all are careful to take only their allotted amount. Felix is going slower than the others so that his teeth remain when the others finish. You feel a bit lightheaded, around two liters of your blood gone already, but you’re grounded by Minho behind you and the gentle hold Changbin has taken hold of your hand. Minho presses a kiss to your shoulder, and then his venom is flowing through you, taking you to cloud nine. You barely notice Felix being replaced by Hyunjin, Jeongin biting just above where Chan did, and Changbin leaning in to bite your neck.

It’s not your typical state of euphoria, but as he said, Minho keeps you from feeling any discomfort, let alone pain. When you’re floating on the precipice of death, you don’t even feel Changbin’s wrist shoved against your mouth. The iron-y taste of his blood fills your mouth. If you still had any sense, you’d wonder why you’re not completely disgusted about it. After a second, the thirst hits you, and you actually begin to drink.

When his wrist is taken away, you feel the first pangs of discomfort. You want, no you need, more. you try to reach for him, but find that your arms are being restrained. You thrash against their hold, trying to get to him, trying to get more blood. You might hear voices, but nothing makes sense. All you can understand is that you’re hungry.

You feel another pulse of pleasure emanating from your other shoulder. It takes the edge off. You’re finally able to take in the room around you. Jisung, Chan, and Changbin all left at some point. You can feel Minho behind you again, notice that Felix biting you is what helped bring your full consciousness back. He’s holding your right arm to him. Hyunjin is holding your left. Seungmin and Jeongin each have one of your legs.

“She’s coming to, you can probably let go now.” You think it’s Changbin’s voice. Maybe he didn’t leave after all.

“Drink this.” Chan holds out a blood bag.

You snatch it from him and put the tube in your mouth like a straw. Your human sensibilities still have a hold on you, though. As hungry as you feel, you’re too aware of the fact that you’ll be sucking up blood.

Chan takes the bag back, ignoring your whine at its loss. “Here.” He takes a big swig from the bag and puts a knee on the bed next to you, one hand on Minho’s shoulder for stability, the other gripping your chin and tiling your head back. Blood drips from his lips into your mouth. It’s delicious. You reach up, dislodging Felix, your hands land on either side of Chan’s head. You pull his mouth down to yours, licking and sucking, trying to take every last drop of blood from him.

The vampires around you chuckle, you hear Jisung ask, “Oh Channie, if I’m thirsty will you feed me like that, too?”

There are a few more jokes, but your focus is almost entirely on the blood bag that’s been returned to you. The tubing is dripping after Chan’s sip, all your reservations dissolve and you suck it down in record time.

You feel when Minho finally unlatches from your shoulder. You realize that your frenzy may have been partially fueled by his venom. You do feel an ache throughout your entire body now, but it’s bearable. You lean back against his chest, face turned to the side to thank him. He gives you a smile, rubs a drop of spilled blood from your lip and lets you pull his thumb between your lips to clean it off.

“I’ll take her up to her room, sire.” Minho gestures to Chan who produces another bag of blood for you. As you drink, you let him scoot you up the bed so that he can slide out from behind you before he scoops you into his arms. When you get upstairs, he lays you gently on your bed. “How are you feeling, jagiya?”

You expect to feel your face flush at the term of endearment and realize that that will never happen again. “I’m okay, I think. Thank you again, Minho.”

He kisses your forehead. “Of course. I’m happy I could make your transition a pleasant one.” He moves as if to leave. You grab his hand.

“Would you stay with me?”

You’ve never seen a gentler smile on Minho’s face. Before he slides into bed with you, he checks to make sure your windows are covered properly. Then he’s curling his body around yours, hand running over your hip soothingly.

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Over the next couple weeks, Minho is with you whenever he can be. He helps you to get used to your new preternatural speed, strength, and senses. He’s also been sharing your bed most nights. Jeongin and Jisung have started jokingly referring to him as your boyfriend, and neither of you deny it.

Minho can’t help with everything, though. As your sire, Changbin passed a power on to you. While he’s able to control birds, your power is lesser, similar to the way that Felix’s venom gives a fraction of the pleasure compared to that of Minho, his sire. It is possible for your power to increase with age, but for now, you can only communicate with birds; they are inclined to follow your requests, but they have the ability to refuse, unlike with Changbin’s orders. It will take hundreds of years to find out how your power will change, though, so you don’t think too much about it.

There is another aspect of your transformation that everyone has been anxious about. The reason they decided to turn you is because your blood was highly sought after. None of your ancestors, to anyone’s knowledge, became vampires, so no one knows if feeding from you will have any effect on other vampires. You have to wait for the blood flowing through your body to truly ‘become yours’ again.

It’s a bit anticlimactic when you find out that your bloodline gift is gone. The upside is that

no one should be coming after you anymore. You’re happy to stay at the castle with a new sense of freedom and for the staff to be allowed to return, sans the traitors. You’ve missed having your maid help you dress for dinner. As much as you like the guys, it’s nice to have other people around to talk to from time to time.

Changbin tells you that it won’t be easy to make other vampire factions believe that you’re no longer valuable to them. Being king allows him to make a declaration, but those factions who worked against him will still take time, and those who have not been outwardly rebellious may still need to be shown proof.

This means you’re still on house arrest. When the next attack occurs, you’ve trained enough with Chan and Minho that you’re able to join the fight. This does wonders for spreading the news that you’re no longer human, but some still question if that means you’ve lost the gift.

Eventually Changbin decides that a show of power, or lack thereof, is in order. He is organizing a ball. At this ball, vampires from prominent houses will be allowed to drink from you to show that no one can benefit from your blood any more.

The idea of letting others, strangers, drink your blood just to prove a point. Hypocritical as it might be, it feels different than when you arrived here. You turn to Minho, one of Changbin’s top advisers, your boyfriend, in hopes that he’ll argue for you, but he agrees with his king.

Jisung is surprisingly on your side. The night of the ball, with more and more guests arriving every minute, you hit peak panic. You find Jisung in his room and ask him to help you get away; you don’t want to be subjected to however many vampires it’ll take to convince the vampire community to leave you alone.

You make it as far as the back garden.

“You can’t do this, jagi.” Minho’s voice is soft but you can hear the authority in his tone. “Come, we have to get you ready.”

You’re crying, but you don’t care. “How can you make me do this?”

Minho looks pained, but he doesn’t waver. Despite your new vampire strength, you’re no match for a centuries old vampire; you know it’s not even worth it to try fighting him. You allow him to take your arm and take you back up to your room. On the way, you make it clear that you feel betrayed and that you don’t want to be with him anymore. He apologizes, but he doesn’t try to change your mind.

As soon as you end it, you feel this strange pull in your chest. Is this… heartbreak? You’ve had boyfriends before, thought you were in love, but you didn’t even think you had truly fallen for Minho yet. You wonder if like so many other aspects of your new life, this emotion is just intensified.

Once back in your room, you bathe and Myrna is once again offering you a selection of dresses. The feeling in your chest has gotten worse, you’re having trouble focusing on them. When Myrna asks what’s wrong, you do your best to describe the feeling.

“Is this normal?” You rub at your chest, feeling tears building up behind your eyes. “Do you know how to make it stop?”

“I’m sorry, my lady,” Myrna looks a little panicked. “Please sit down while I go get help. Someone older might know what’s happening.”

They must’ve all been together, because Chan, Minho, and Changbin all burst through your door at once. The latter two each take one of your hands, and Chan lays one hand on your forehead and the other between your breasts.

“How long has this been going on?” Chan’s eyes are closed, face pinched in concentration.

You glance at Minho, and something must click for him, because he answers for you. “About half an hour.”

The other two eye him curiously. Before either can ask how he knows and why he didn’t say anything before, Seungmin flies into the room. “There’s something wrong with Felix!”

Chan and Changbin lock eyes with matching looks of awe. Minho stands with a smile; you’re in pain, and he’s smiling. Before you can lose your temper about it, he speaks up again. “Bring him here, and you both will be alright.”

Seungmin looks confused, but at Changbin’s nod, he’s gone.

“Man, I haven’t seen this since I was a fledgling,” Chan says with a sigh as he too turns away from you, as if you don’t feel like you’re burning from the inside out.

Changbin smiles widely. “I’ve never seen it happen.”

“Someone tell me what’s happening to me!” Seconds after you shout, you realize the sensation is beginning to lessen.

You can hear several people coming down the hallway. When Felix is in your sight line, the pull has a different kind of warmth to it, and you feel calm. At the same moment, you run toward each other, meeting in the middle of the room. In Felix’s arms, the sensation in your chest dissolves completely. You both look to the eldest vampires for an explanation.

Hyunjin is the one who speaks, though, so your heads whip around to look at him. He’d clearly been down after catching you and Felix together all those weeks ago and then again when you and Minho had become an item. Now, though, he looks blissful. “They’re soulmates.”

“What?” Jisung asks. The rest of the vampires, save the three oldest, look as confused as you are.

“It’s part of the old stories,” Hyunjin explains. “It was rare then, and it’s even more so now. In theory, all vampires could all have soulmates, but it’s so hard to find them, it’s unclear if everyone does or if it’s just a select few. But you find your soulmate through ‘The Tether,’ a pulling sensation in your chest that begins when you get within a certain distance of your soulmate. At the farthest point, it is extremely painful; it’s meant to push you toward your soulmate, but in many cases, it did the opposite. It only lessens when you’re in close proximity.”

“But why did it only start today, a little while ago?” Felix asks, though his eyes are searching your face, hands running over your arms and shoulders, like he can’t take his attention away from you.

Hyunjin scrunches his face up in thought, but Minho takes over the explanation for him.

“It’s because her heart wasn’t open to the connection before.” He’s still smiling, but he sounds a little sad now. “I’m sorry that I hurt you with my choice to support the plan for tonight, jagi, but it did give you the chance to realize your heart belongs to Felix. Even if we could’ve mended things, since Felix was so close, even the smallest gap in your affection for me was enough to give the Tether space to latch on.”

You’d been angry at him, ended things even, but you honestly expected to get back together by the end of the party. You care for Minho, but at that thought, you realize that it’s no longer what you want. It’s bittersweet. He takes your hand, presses a kiss to your knuckles, before grabbing Felix by the nape of his neck, pulling him over to kiss his forehead.

“Let’s leave them to process this,” Changbin suggests. “You all have duties tonight, get to them. Felix, I expect you both in the ballroom within the hour. Don’t dawdle.”

“Yes, sir,” Felix says with a nod of his head.

Once everyone else is gone, Felix guides you to your bed. Sitting side by side, you silently agree to just take this news in. After a few minutes, you say, “Well I’m happy Hyunjin doesn’t seem mad at us anymore.”

Felix’s laugh has never sounded more like music before. “He was never really mad, not at you. Maybe a little at me and Minho. He was just frustrated with himself for not acting on his feelings.”

The silence returns, but it’s not awkward. Still, it can’t last forever. Felix squeezes your hand. “Are you okay with this?”

Now you’re the one laughing. “I don’t think we have a choice, but even if we did, I think I would be. Obviously I was drawn to you before I turned, even if it was mostly sexual.”

He flashes a cocky grin at you. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

The clock on the mantle chimes. You still have a lot to do before you’re ball-ready.

“Would you find Myrna for me?” You stand and go over to the rack of dresses. You look back at Felix, notice the blue accents of his attire. You select a dress in a similar blue. “I need her help with this dress.”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll wait to escort me down when I’m ready?”

He does. Once you’re dressed and made up, Felix takes you down to the ballroom. With all the excitement, you’d nearly forgotten to be nervous. Felix’s presence at your side calms you. And ultimately, Minho did have your back. While you were still upstairs, he’d convinced Changbin to take a different approach.

When the time comes for Changbin’s announcement, he invites the naysayers to say their piece. Among those brave or stupid enough to do so, only one was disrespectful. The rest suddenly had far less to say after Seungmin ripped the man’s head off.

The party goes on as planned once everyone settles. Many of the vampires you meet as the night goes on are quite nice. You receive several invitations to visit different vampire estates that Felix smoothly declines, issuing his own invitations so that until all the rebellious factions have been rooted out, you’ll be safe and well guarded at home.

When the ball finally ends, you retire to Felix’s rooms with him and spend your first official night in the arms of your soulmate. And you couldn’t be happier.

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winterarmyy · 1 year ago

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Until Then

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: A mission back in time brought Y/N to an unexpected encounter with the man she fell in love with.

Words: 2.3k++

Pairing: 40s!bucky / avenger!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: melancholy-ish plot line with fluffy ending

Inspiration: "You still would've turn my head, even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944 and you were heading off to fight in the war" – Timeless (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift

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It was supposed to be a quick in and out mission. Y/N and Tony were sent back in time to 1944; one day before Captain America and the Howling Commandos deployed to their next mission at the Austrian Alps, in Europe.

The duo were supposed to retrieve some lost files regarding Hydra's hidden bunks and labs back in the days. After the fight with Thanos, there were rumours of the re-creation of Project Winter Soldier lead by an organization that once associated with Hydra. So, they need all the information they could get their hands on; including the ones that are lost decades ago.

Unfortunately for them SHIELD used to be shitty at storing physical files back in the days. To be fair they still do, especially now that technology had advanced. Every single information were at the tip of their fingers; from typical criminal records to the name of every single doctor and nurses who were present when the person was born.

They literally have everything. And nothing at the same time.

And honestly, the mission was quick as they predicted. Tony managed to scanned the needed files and some others that he thought would be important. He's extra like that too, which was a plus.

However quick the mission supposed to be, they barely make it though, especially when the guards were suspicious of Tony's apparently "hippie" beard. It was such a shame. So much for dressing up in 40's style. They kind of nailed the outfit and aesthetics, according to Steve anyway.

However, thankfully by the time they got out of the facility they managed fit right in with crowd. The wave of people lead the duo along its current, more and more people joined in to the point that they weren't able to find any quiet place to activate their time device.

"I thought we're still in WWII? Why is there fucking a parade in the middle of the day?" Tony being unapologetically sarcastic as always.

Y/N looked around as she observed, there was couple of people animatedly, albeit, excitedly exclaimed to the streak of success of Captain America and the Howling Commandos in the war.

A little to the right of them, were a group of children who were semi-cosplaying as Captain America and his dream team, passionately play-fighting with the enemies as if they were in a theater performance.

"I guess they're celebrating small wins. Steve and his team did have several successful raids since the battle at Azzano." It was in fact true; what Y/N speculated was exactly the very reason of the current occasion.

Tony simply shrugged as he stretched his neck higher to hopefully find the end the crowd, "Sure, just keep your eyes open for a place to time jump. I don't want to be stuck in the middle of another war." Y/N nodded as she looked around the sides, wondering if there's an empty alleyway that they could use.

The more sketchy looking it was, the better.

The crowd was chaotic with different mix of conversations and cheers; voices intertwining with one another, each sentences criss and crosses into indecipherable storyline. But even then, Y/N could recognized that breathy, slightly giggly laughter anywhere.

Especially when he brushed right by her.

Y/N was well aware of how madly in love she was with Bucky even with the coy cat-and-mouse game they were playing for months. She knew exactly the hold he had on her soul that at some point, she was conviced that he still would've turn her head in any lifetime.

But that idea was only supposed to be one of the secrets in her mind; the thoughts of a hopeless romantic that she was. Certainly, she didn't dreamt of the vision for it come true. But there she was, frozen on her spot when the time stood still on the crowded street in 1944; fortuitously crossing path with man she fell in love with.

There weren't any suitable explanation for this other than it was fate. In that short milliseconds, Y/N saw the resemblance of the sight to a memory of hers in the crowded room a few short years ago; his left arm slung around Steve's neck, letting his weight leaned on his super soldier friend as he let out a hearty laughter.

There were only slight difference from what she saw before and what she currently seeing; Bucky wore an all black suit at that party, now he's wearing his military uniform in a parade. Bucky was dead drunk on Asguardian mead that night, now he's as sober as a soldier deprived of liquor. Bucky's left hand was adorned with high-tech vibranium metal, now that very hand was still made of flesh and blood, still alive.

During that brief moment of revelation, she truly believed that they were supposed to find this.

Whatever this is supposed to be; Fate? Love? Both? She was not sure either.

She was so stuck on holding her gaze on his back as the young soldier walked a few steps away from her that she didn't notice how the people in the surge glared at her unmoving state or how she had been astray from Tony.

Well, at least it only lasted until someone bumped into her and she staggered backwards, inevitably fell on the ground.

Y/N groaned but quickly patted her pockets to find her time device was still there. I mean, she can never be sure if it was just an accident that she fell or someone intended to distract her while pick-pocketing her belongings.

Though other people would probably already stood on their feet but Y/N was still on the dusty road, as she was busy recollecting her mental state rather than her physical.

That was when a calloused hand reached out to her, offering a kind help.

She didn't think twice to take his hand, let alone looking up at his face when she gripped it tight enough to make a solid foundation to push herself against the gravity, "Oh dear me! Thank you so much, sir. I really..." She lost her momentum when she met the pale blue of his eyes, "...appreciate it." She ended the sentence breathlessly.

It's Bucky. Her brain tried to let her process the thought. It was not her Bucky but still... it's Bucky. Her eyes then fell to where their skin touched. Warm and gentle. His left hand felt the exact same as his right. It made her to cave in the urge to hold it a little longer, to savour the memory of what it could've been; not that she weren't fond of his vibranium arm but curiosity can be such a fickle thing.

Bucky smiled, "Glad to help, my lady." And oh dear does he smiled effortlessly, freely; as if he knew he deserved to feel joy in his life.

Even if she didn't want to, she had to let go of his hand after a few seconds too long of holding it when she was already up and ready to go. She returned his smile though her heart was barely tough enough to stop the spreading of its cracks, "Really, I can't thank you enough."

In reality, it was probably unnecessary to thank him that much for helping her to get back on her feet, but Y/N wasn't really thanking him just for that.

Unbeknownst to him, she was thanking him for not holding back a smile, for not overthinking about the things he might have done to draw a conclusion that he was undeserving have the luxury to smile, for unapologetically just living the life he supposed to have.

She thanked him for it.

Bucky chuckled amusingly as he slightly titled his head to the side. A charming pull on the corner of his lips revealed a smile that could swoon anyone on sight, especially her.

"Well, we're having a little party tonight before deploying to Europe tomorrow. So, maybe you can thank me by letting me bring you to the dance? How about that, doll?" She almost forgot that Steve was there next to him, until Bucky references the word "we".

And especially when his words might just pulled Y/N's heartstrings in ways that she could never thought someone could do. It was awfully slow, almost too delicate of a pull, but each inches of it pained her deeply.

If it was up to her, she would've said yes a million times over but she knew she can't. And the voice in her earpiece reminded her of it, "Y/N, we gotta go." Tony urged as he watched her from the corner of the street.

Y/N tried her best not let her facial expression flatter, "Unfortunately, I can't. I'm going back to my hometown today." It wasn't exactly a lie when she made that excuse.

"Ohh, I see. You're not from here, huh?" Bucky was very honest as his reaction clearly showed his disappointment. Though not at her, just at the situation.

Her brows briefly crunch into an apologizing plead before she boldly grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, slightly pulled him down to her level, while the other hand cupped one side of his face.

She tiptoed herself upwards as she pressed a firm yet sweet kiss on the smooth skin of his cheek and whispered against it, "But, I hope this would do."

Lost for words, heck, Bucky was lost for thoughts. What was left was his own heart thumping hard and loud that he bet Steve can hear it from where he was standing. His cheeks became warmer by the second and the redness spreads even to the tip of his ears.

Of course he had his cheek kissed before, but not like this. None of them felt like this. They were always too fast, too hasty.

Hers was different. It lingered a little longer, gently leaving her imprint on him. He can feel her grip on his collar, the stroke of her thumb on his cheek and of course the soft pressure of her lips on the other side of his face. He could everything so particularly.

Bucky was rendered speechless even after she pulled her lips away; it was too soon for his comfort. Eyes wide open, his lips slightly parted as he let himself lost in the pleasant surprise.

He thought she would parted herself and ran away feeling embarrassed, but she did the very opposite. Y/N lead his forehead to lean on hers, tip of their nose grazed, and her lips hovered above his.

So close, yet refused to merge with one another.

Y/N whispered quietly, as if she was talking to herself, "You'll be fine, James. You'll find home in the future. I promise."

Her voice trembled as Bucky just noticed how wet her eyes were becoming. With that amount of tears in them, he wondered if her sight were all blurry now.

Y/N took in a shaky breath before continuing, "You just need to survive the winter and trust me at the end of that season, you'll reach the sun again." Her thumbs softly traces his cheeks as she spoke.

Bucky didn't quite understand what she was saying but if he loosely translate it, it would mean that 'she believed that he'll be back soon after the war'. But then again, he felt like there were some major things that was missing from the context that he came up with.

Y/N's earpiece send another transmission of Tony's voice, "Okay, seriously. Come on, Juliette. Your other Romeo is waiting for you." She couldn't help but to smile as she closed her eyes, letting the excess tears fall down to her cheeks.

She didn't want to say goodbye, as she knew that this was not where their story ends, at least not his; that's for sure. So, she simply smiled up at him with a reassuring look in her eyes before stepping back. She then, briefly turned her attention to the dumbfounded Steve, gracing him with a similar smile before walking away.

It was just a few steps away when her hand was caught in between someone's, "Hey!" Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Bucky; wide eye, blinking in disbelief and blushing red, all at the same time, "WiIl... Will I see you again?" He asked, though hesitant; wondering if he was being rude.

Compared to what she had done to him, he was just being too polite.

Y/N chuckled dearly, "Of course." Then she replied confidently, "I owe you a dance after all." Her lips parted into a cheeky grin.

Bucky let out a sharp relieved sigh as his lips mimic hers, "I'll look forward to it, doll." He slightly bowed as his hand pulled hers closer to his lips, "Until then." He placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand as his gaze remained on hers.

Apparently, it was Y/N's turn to blush to his antics. She stepped back shyly as her cheeks brightens before scurring away. Maybe, Bucky was right with his prediction prior. She did ran away feeling embarrassed after all.

She jogged towards the next corner of the street, meeting up with Tony. The older might have eyeing her in a teasing manner, but his smirk was the biggest giveaway. Y/N simply rolled her eyes, even if her lips maintained its shape from the aftermath of her encounter with Bucky.

As they entered deeper into the alleyway, Tony spoke, "I gotta admit, young terminator was a hottie. Not hotter than me, of course." he claimed.

Y/N frowned, letting out a scoff, "What do you mean "was"? He still is." Call it bias, but at least she was telling the truth.

Tony shrugged, "Meh. Would argue to differ. But, whatever that floats your boat, I guess?" Tony sassed as they clicked on the time device at the same time, revealing a swirlling portal, in front of them.

Y/N quirked her brow, her hands on her hips, "You're just jealous that he aged like a fine fucking wine and you don't." She purposely challenged his ego.

Tony dramatically rolled his eyes, "Please. He wishes." He walked into portal with an attitude, making Y/N laughed at his childish acts.

She looked back at the alleyway one last time and reminisce the last moments of a past that she never belong in. As she walked into the portal, she thought that maybe, it's time to pay her debt to Bucky.

End.

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A/N: The start of bucky drabbles because why not. This is considered a drabble for me because i feel like there's lack of story building. But, you tell me. And did you enjoy it?

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #40s!bucky #avenger!bucky #bucky drabbles

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celtigxr · 2 months ago

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THE PINK DREAD - CH. 27 (Masterlist)

Chapter Summary: Jace and Valeana go for a horseback ride in the Godswood. What could possibly go wrong? Word Count: 4492 CHAPTER WARNINGS: menstruation blood, menstruation talk

Series tags: Aemond x Plus size!OfC, Aegon x Plus size!OfC, Celtigar!ofc, Plot with Smut, mdni 18+, Aemond End Game, Angst, Comedy, The Dragons Don't Dance, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers.

Credits: Lace Banner by Aquazero, pearl divider by Pommecita

Notes: Tryin' to to be upset over the fact that I didn't get as much reception from last week's chapter than I thought it was.... But's fine. I'm totally fine [says in a Ross voice]. lmao, but for real, thank you to those that did. Aside from Aemond motorboating dem tiddies, it was the first ~real~ smut scene that wasn't a dream sequence, so I hope it was enjoyable.

“You’re quiet,” Jace pointed out at last, now that they were sufficiently down the walking trail in the Godswood.

“Sorry,” Valeana apologized, looking down at her hands as they clutched the reins. “Had a long night of fretful sleep.”

Not a lie, but a half truth. The aftermath of her tryst with Aegon had left her more indecisive than she previously was. Outside of Aemond’s love affair with her breasts that night, what she had with Aegon was her first sexual experience. The first time she had seen male genitalia (that close, anyway, and on a grown man), the first time she had ever touched a man in any intimate capacity. Hells, she had never even kissed anyone, and yet she had a cock in her hand, twitching and hard until it painted her fingers with pearlescent seed.

His member was intimidating at first glance, though she had no basis of comparison. Were all men of that size? He was heavy in her hand, her fingers just barely wrapped around the width of it. How is something like that supposed to fit anywhere in her body? Yet despite the intimidating size, it filled her with a primal need, something inborn in every living thing that needs to procreate. Had Valeana not started on her monthly bleed that very night, things might have progressed to a point of no return. Perhaps the Mother did that on purpose.

Her face heated up, mostly from embarrassment. With her legs straddling his thigh, hips rutting into the rough fabric of his breeches, she had nearly forgotten about it. That was the closest thing to man touching her privy parts, and contact that wasn’t her own conscious fingers, was a new sensation entirely. The roughness assaulting her pearl, while at the same time being prodded internally by the twig of cotton she had inserted before bed. It had never occurred to Valeana that she was even allowed to be sexually aroused while she was bleeding, or if her body was even capable of it. But Aegon lit the match and it was immediately a forest fire.

It was more intense than those moments she satisfied herself, but then again maybe it was the added stimuli. Unfortunately, she had not reached her peak that night. Her anxiety got the best of her, and she was concentrating too hard on Aegon’s pleasure than her own. When she reached her bedquarters, she desperately wanted to finish herself off, but she was forced to pull out the sopping wet cotton and replace it, effectively killing the mood. She had leaked right through it, decorating her lenin shorts in pink streaks of blood. Surely she bled on Aegon’s thigh as well, and that thought brought her immense dread.

Her middle cramped, as if reacting to her musings. Valeana ran a hand over her stomach when Jace wasn’t looking, and tried to keep her face neutral.

“Sorry to hear that,” he glanced over at her, giving her a once over.

She was wearing riding clothes, the first time in weeks where she was in breeches. Her prosthetic was well hidden under the leather, and she was wearing a pair of tall riding boots that lace all the way above her knee. Her cream coloured tunic was tucked into her breeches, but she wore a long leather vest with a belt that fit snugly around her waist.

Valeana raised an eyebrow at his staring, “Are you undressing me with your eyes, Jacaerys?”

He gave a short laugh, galled at her boldness. With a tinge of pink on his cheeks, he turned and took a glance at their shadow. Ser Steffon, riding an intimidating red stallion many yards away. He was too far away to hear a single word, but his eyes never strayed away from them.

“No–” He fumbled with his words, then cleared his throat. “It’s just… I’ve never seen you in breeches. I’m surprised you’re riding astride. Don’t most young ladies prefer side saddle?”

“No one prefers side saddle, Jace,” she adjusted herself on the speckled white and grey mare, aptly named Snowflake. “It is uncomfortable, and easier to fall off if you do not keep balance.”

Jace nodded, “I suppose. But doesn’t riding astride… cause your maidenhead to break?” Valeana turned to him with a look of disbelief, and he quickly tried to save himself. “I only bring it up, because I’ve heard it can be painful–”

“Do not worry about my maidenhead, Jace,” Valeana shook her head, laughing despite herself. “I’ve been riding for years now; my gelding back home is a racing horse, and I take him jumping frequently. If it were to break, it would have happened already.”

Shaking his head with a smile that betrayed his amusement, Jace conceded, “Fine. I shall not think about your maidenhead any longer.”

Valeana raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if she should take the bait. A mischievous little smirk coiled across her face, “Until you have to.”

Jace’s head whipped in her direction, which caused her to cackle. His expression was priceless; brown eyes wide, face a deep rouge, mouth agape.

“Val-Valeana!” His grin slowly widened at her gall.

“Sorry! Sorry, my Prince, I could not resist,” Val took in a deep breath to steady herself. She blamed Aegon for her sudden crassness.

Jace peered at her, his grin pulling into his own fox-like smirk, “Is this your way of saying you wish to marry me, Valeana?” She scoffed at that, but he went on. “It is a rather churlish way to propose to me, but I am not against it.”

“Do not get ahead of yourself, Jacaerys,” she rolled her eyes. “I am merely pulling your leg.”

He hummed, leaning his head back to shake out the curls from his eyes. Jace went pensive for a moment, the sound of hooves on dirt and birds chirping filled the gap. “I have been hearing a lot of things about you.”

Valeana gave a slow blink of irritation, not because of him, but because she is constantly being told a new addition to her reputation almost every day. It was getting tiresome.

“Things that are not flattering,” he goes on, his lips in a pout. “Things that I do not think people will want for a future Queen of Westeros.”

She sent him a quick glare. Her teeth dug into her tongue. Like your mothers reputation? It was quite hypocritical if Rhaenyra rejected Valeana as a daughter-by-law due to an unsound reputation, given the one she obtained. One she got at an age younger than Val.

“Rejecting me already, Jace?” She wasn’t entirely sure why she was so angry about it, it wasn’t like she was taking this courtship seriously. Jace complicated her life, even if he was in all actuality, the safest choice out of the three. Her mind briefly thought about what Daemon said the other night about her mother settling for her father.

“No,” he turned to her, his brows knitting a bit in concern over her sudden change of demeanor. “My family is no stranger to conjecture and rumour. My mother has been subjected to it her whole life. I just wish to hear your side of the story, so if it comes to it, I will be able to defend you and your honour.”

His answer honestly surprised her. Her mouth popped open and shut like a fish, at a complete loss for words, “That’s… That is kind of you, Jace.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Only because the only impression I have of you isn’t a positive one.”

He shrugged, smiling a bit, “I am a man now.”

Valeana gave him a once over, “Oh, look at that. So you are.”

The prince chuckled. His teeth ran over his bottom lip to contain it, so he could resume their more serious discussion. “So, tell me, what is true, and what isn’t?”

“That depends on what you’ve heard,” she sighed, idly stroking Snowflake’s mane.

“You ran all over the castle in the dead of night, completely inebriated.”

She sucked in her lips; the word ‘guilty’ written across her forehead.

“Are you serious?”

“I was not alone,” she waved him off. “It was me, Lady Wylla and Lady Ellyn.”

“You got drunk with Cregan’s sister, and Lord Borros’ daughter?”

“They’re very good drinking companions.”

Jace shook his head, though out of amusement, not disappointment. “Alright. How about a tryst with Aegon in a closet?”

Heat bloomed at her cheeks, “He was trying to flee my sister and pulled me into a closet as his captive. He was a nuisance, that is all. And because I know this will fill you with joy, I beat him with a broomstick afterwards.”

Jace grins broadly, “You are right, that does fill me with joy.” He then clears his throat, “And your courtship with him… is that conjecture too, or…?

Images of Aegon’s cock in her palm flashed in her mind.

“No,” she forced herself to say. “That… is true.”

He stared at her, face full of incredulity, “I was hoping that to be untrue. Valeana, why on earth would you be courting Aegon, of all people? He has not changed, at all.”

“It is a long and complicated story,” she sighed, “One I am tired of explaining.”

Jace was unconvinced, though. No matter the reasons, whether they were rational or not, he was determined to convince her otherwise.

“You remember how Aemond was the only one amongst us that did not have a dragon?”

Valeana stared at him for a beat, “...Yes. And you lot teased him relentlessly for it.”

“Aegon the most, if you recall,” Jace briefly glanced at her before returning his eyes to the path. “One day during our training at the Pit, Aegon told him that he–we had a dragon for him. Luke brought forth a pig with wings strapped to his back, and they called it The Pink Dread. Later on, I heard from Aegon that Aemond tried to claim a dragon in the pit, and nearly got burned alive for it.”

Her brow was furrowed as she digested what he told her, “He never told me about that.” Aemond rarely told her about any of the cruelties that his brother and nephews inflicted on him, but she was usually aware. A lot of the times it happened right in front of her, or she would spot it from a distance. But he’d never let her defend him, as much as she wanted to, as much as she tried. However, she felt that would have been something he would tell her about, given that he made an attempt at claiming a dragon.

“Probably because Aegon jested that you were his pig mount. Called you Sowleana Pigletar,” Jace chanced a look at her, and regretted it when he did. Valeana was looking down, her face pulled into a full frown, and the creases in between her brows were deep. “Valeana, I had little part of it. I was not even aware of it until the day of.”

“But you were complicit,” She shot back, not bothering to look at him. Instead she gently spurred her horse so she was trotting forward to get ahead of him. It all made sense now: the oinking from Aegon and Lucerys, Aemond’s avoidance of her during the last weeks of their friendship. “You realize that had it not been for the three of you, Aemond would not have pushed me? You drove him into hating me.”

“Valeana– you cannot blame others for what Aemond did to you,” he spurred his horse, trying to catch up with her. “He made the choice. He chose his pride over his friendship.”

It was true, but she scoffed at it nonetheless, wanting to hear none of it. She spurred her horse more, but just so she could pull the reins and have the mare cut Jace off on the trail, forcing him to look at her.

“You never answered my question at the ball. Would you be trying this hard if I was still fat?”

“Valeana, I–”

“You wouldn’t,” she answered for him. “You know you wouldn’t. You have no interest in who I am beyond my body – just like every other man. And the only reason you are trying is because you realize that pleasing your mother is now more worth it than it would have been if I still looked the way I did when we were children. But you now have obstacles that you did not think would be in your way.

“Jace, we are simply not compatible. I do not wish to be with a man who only loves me with conditions, because he was told he has to by his mum.”

They both stared at each other, she with challenge and pain in her eyes, and he with guilt and a crumbling resolve. Finally, with a taut jaw, Jace nodded, conceding to her words.

“You are right. You are right… I do not want that for myself either.”

Valeana nodded, then inhaled deeply to sigh, “I know you aren’t the same person, Jacaerys. And you must believe me when I say that neither is Aegon, as much as he appears to be.”

Jace nodded, despite the fact he was not willing to accept what she said was true. “Is he what you want? Is he going to love you without conditions?”

“I do not know,” she surprises herself by admitting the truth. “And… I don’t know what I want.”

A small smile crept on his face, “Aemond.”

“What?”

“You want Aemond. And he wants you… I’ve seen how he looks at you. All of the damn court sees how he looks at you.”

Biting her lip, she looks down at her fingers. She didn’t want to talk about Aemond, at least not with Jace. Another complicated matter that she didn’t even know how to explain to herself, let alone to others.

“And what do you want, Jace?” She changes the direction of the conversation, pulling the reins of her horse to move back toward the trail, before Ser Steffon could catch up with them. “Mayhaps I can help point you in the right direction.”

He considers her offer while resuming his trot alongside her, “My position makes it so that I do not have much of a choice. I have accepted my fate of simply being a piece on the chessboard, and I know that my future bride will have to be one that would benefit my mother’s side, should there be… contention after my grandfather’s death.”

She eyed him as he talked. The impending possibility of a war of succession was a taboo topic amongst the courtiers. Everyone thought about it, but were afraid to bring it up. Valeana loathed the topic of war above all else, and tried to avoid thinking of the possibility. What she dreaded most was having to choose a side, when she was so hopefully in the middle.

“I want peace. That’s really all I want… And–and,” His cheeks reddened a bit as he struggled to find his words. “There is only one who could ensure that will be the case. One woman in the entire Seven Kingdoms that is capable of helping me achieve that goal.”

A slow smile crept on Valeana, instantly knowing exactly who he was referring to. “Have you talked to her since you arrived?”

“I tried to,” he admitted. “She is…”

“An enduring mystery,” She finished for him.

“Indeed.”

“Have you thought about this for a while?”

“Since we were children…” He trailed off, suddenly bashful. “I’ve never thought she was strange, just simply… unique. Always thought that we would be betrothed; it made the most political sense, uniting our families. But the proposition was thwarted in a Small Council meeting… I had assumed that Alicent wanted her to wed Aegon. Yet that did not happen.”

“It would be the King’s doing that they are not already,” Valeana added. “Though I fear that the Hand and the Queen will try to make it happen.”

“Unless you choose Aegon,” Jace smirked jokingly.

“Unless Helaena chooses you,” she mocked back, earning her a sheepish smile as he looked away.

“You should talk to her, Jace. See if she is interested in a courtship… Because I agree with you. Alicent would not want to make a natural enemy out of her daughter, and Otto wants at least one of his grandchildren to be a king or queen. Helaena is smart enough to understand that.”

He nods, “I say she is the wisest of us all. The problem is approaching her… It is difficult to understand her mind, as much as I wish to.”

Valeana thinks for a moment, tilting her head up to look up at the branches that blocked the sun. “Bring her milkweed.”

Jace tilted his head at her like a confused puppy, “Bring her a weed?”

She nodded, “Milkweed. It is what Monarch butterflies use to lay their eggs, and their caterpillars will live upon a leaf until it is entirely devoured. Then they will cocoon themselves to be transformed. She will love it, especially if there are eggs already attached to it. And, I dare say she will understand the symbolism immediately. Monarch butterflies, Jace. It’s practically a proposal.”

He pouted his lips as he considered it, “Alright. I trust your wisdom… But I am going to need help identifying milkweed.”

Val snorted, “Of course you do.”

The rest of the walk fell into casual chatter. Along the way, Valeana pointed out the milkweed, even so much as getting off her horse and pointing out what the eggs looked like. When he asked how she knew, she just told them she actually paid attention to Helaena when talked about her insects.

“Men need to listen to women more often; you’ll learn a thing or two.”

After a while, they had made a lap around the forest, and were not far from the gate. Looking over her shoulder, Valeana could make out Ser Steffon, still a distance away, and has not dawdled too far.

“That knight of yours has a stare that could burn down castles,” Jace remarked after looking over at the knight. He gave a tentative wave, but was not given a response back.

“Yes, Ser Steffon is terrifying. Let’s outrun him.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“We’re almost there, and I’m sure Snowflake would like to do something other than trot along a path. Isn’t that right, girl?” She gave the animal a pat on her neck, receiving a little snort in return.

“Alright, but if he pulls a sword on me, I am hiding behind you.”

“That’s fair,” she turns to look at Steffon, and even from a distance she can see that he’s starting to grow suspicious; they keep on looking over at him. “On the count of three… One…two…”

“Three!” Jace kicked his horse and darted off. Valeana shouted after him after doing the same. The two stared to speed along the train, hooves kicking up dirt and thumping loudly, causing birds to fly away. Ser Steffon did not take long to react though, and was soon cutting through the forest shouting for them to stop.

“I’m going to beat you, princeling,” Val shouted as she galloped next to him.

“We’ll see about that, Celtigar! Last one to the Heart Tree owes the winner two golden dragons!”

She guffawed, “You’re on!”

Valeana leaned forward, spurring her horse faster and getting ahead of him by a foot. Every once in a while, they had to duck and move around branches that would flick in their faces, or rocks that were in the way. Eventually, Val veered off course when the pathway got too narrow to have them both racing side by side. Steffon was also closing in behind them, yelling at his charge for not staying on the path. Too exhilarated to listen, Valeana continued her pursuit of victory. Despite the uneven terrain, she was able to get ahead of the two men, until a fallen tree blocked her way. Undeterred, she urged Snowflake forward and the mare took no hesitancy in leaping over the log.

The jump was high, the leap was far, the motion made Valeana’s body lift in the air and fall squarely on the saddle. It was like a gut punch when her bottom landed on the hard back of the horse. She let out a loud groan, and immediately folded in on herself, hands grasping at her pelvis as Snowflake slowed down to a trot before stopping.

“Lady Valeana!” Steffon raced over to her, followed by Jace.

“Valeana!” The prince got to her side before the knight had. “Valeana? Are you alright?”

As the dull ache started to subsided, she lifted her head to glare at Jace, “I’m fine.”

“Lady Valeana, did you break anything? Should I fetch a maester?” The knight trotted to a stop on the other side of her horse, his hand reaching out to grasp her shoulder.

“I broke… something,” Valeana sat up straighter, huffing away a strand of her hair that fell out of her braid. “But I am fine, Ser Steffon.”

The two men eyed her curiously. The younger glanced down to where Val’s hands balled in front of the apex of her thighs, and that was when he started to chuckle uncontrollably.

“What did I tell you?”

She growled and glared at him, “Ser Steffon, Jace is making fun of me! Unhorse him!”

Valeana was in desperate need of a bath and the moment she had returned to her family’s apartments, she demanded one to be made. Her thighs were sore, though not quite as much as her core, or her pride. She still can’t believe she broke her maidenhead while horseback riding. How incredibly cliche. And with Jacaerys as witness, no less!

Her family’s wing was blessedly empty when Rosy prepared her bath. She stripped off her leathers one by one, starting with her boots, so she could free her left leg. All the while, she told Rosy of what happened, and the maid did everything in her power to conceal her amusement.

The bath was infused with lavender oil, raspberry leaves, and dried chamomile flower buds. As predicted, her cotton plug was sopping wet once again, though she wagered it was from the fractured hymen. At least it would save her from a painful first-coupling, but she couldn’t help the feeling that she was worth less now. Afterall, it was drilled into the heads of all gently bred girls that their worth is determined by their virginity, and the proof of that was a piece of stretched skin tucked deep inside her.

And now that was gone.

When Rosy left, Valeana submerged herself in the tub and sat in the water for a while. She did not know how long “a while” was, but when she surfaced, she was still alone, and the sun was lowered sufficiently enough for the sky to have an orange and purple ombre.

Minutes later, after Rosy returned to help her out of the tub, Valeana stuffed herself with more cotton before redressing into a much more comfortable dress. A simple burgundy thing, with long sleeves and a belt loosely hanging at her hip. While she strapped in her leg again, Rosy plaited her wet hair after she wrung it free of any more water.

Once all cleaned and dressed, Valeana found herself far too exhausted to even leave the apartment. Instead, she trailed into her shared bedroom, closed the door, and slumped to the end of her bed before collapsing in it nose first. Grumbling in the covers, she moved around to make herself comfortable, resting on her cheek as she stared at the balcony doors…. That were slightly ajar.

Beyond the window she could spot something blue sitting on the stone bench that was situated in the center of the modestly sized balcony. Blinking and furrowing her brow, Valeana pushes herself to get out of her bed despite the protests of her exhausted limbs. As soon as she opened up the door, she instantly recognized the bouquet of blue and purple hydrangeas; the branches were tied with a piece of white lace.

Val slowly approached it cautiously, as if it were a trap.

And it was.

“You take incredibly long baths.”

She jumped, yelped, and twirled around ready to give the fight of her life, but when she saw who it was, she growled, “Seven Hells, Aemond.”

He hummed his laugh, the curve of his smile dimpling his cheeks, effectively melting her into the floor. Oh, what she would do to see that smile every hour of every day. Aemond was sitting on the balustrade railing, one leg hanging off the end, the other laying straight while he rested his back against the castle wall, away from the window’s view. When she took a step towards him, he pulled himself off and met her halfway with a few short strides.

“How did you even get up here?” She cranes her neck to look up at him.

His hands reached out to run it down the length of her thick, long braid, still damp but not enough to soak the fabric of her dress. “I climbed.”

“You climbed?” Val looked over the railing, and then back at him, “Aemond, we are four stories above ground! You could have fallen.”

“Heights do not frighten me,” he gave a shrug, still toying with her braid. “It was worth it… Though I could have used your hair to help me onto the balcony.” He gave the plait a playful tug, making her swat at his hand. He silently laughed again before moving his hands to cup her face and pull her close. Aemond then pressed his nose against the crown of her head and inhaled deeply. Like muscle memory, her arms grabbed onto his sides to fill the gap, laying her cheek on his chest while her arms circled his waist.

“I’m sorry I did not come to you sooner,” he said while his hand smoothed down her hair, and rested his chin upon her head. Aemond’s arms caged her shoulders, enveloping her into his embrace with a sense of desperation. “I was detained at every corner.”

“It’s alright,” she spoke to his chest, inhaling his scent deeply, trying to wash her mind of her transgressions. Valeana suddenly felt incredibly guilty, now with Aemond in her arms. Part of her thought he was a dream, a trick of her mind, a delusion she came up with at the Ball in her inebriated state. But he was here, on her balcony, risking his life on a steep climb to give her a bouquet of hydrangeas. And here she was, willfully debauched by his brother… with a broken maidenhead, thanks to a horse. And Jacaerys.

“You’re here now,” she buried her face into his chest, trying to hide her shame.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT SNEAK PEAK

“Lord Borros visited me today, proposing a betrothal between you and his daughter, Lady Maris,” His father began, surprising Aemond little as he had suspected this topic would come up eventually . Aemond’s tongue rolled around in his mouth, his eye not meeting the King’s. “What did you tell him?”

Notes: This one and the next may be a little on the short, but I promise you, it's worth it, and the next two chapters are heavy on Aemond. I honestly think the longest chapter I have so far is actually 29. So, couple of things: I'll be posting the cast list hopefully soon. There will be two, one of the main cast, and one of the side cast. Another is I decided that I'm going to wait until TPD is over before posting Aegon's spinoff, because of how much I've been dragging my feet with these chapters. I need to focus on catching up to my original 10+ chapters ahead I had before.

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Concupiscence

John Bucky Egan / Gale Buck Cleven

Summary: A drunken night in London leads to an unexpected exchange of feelings.

Notes: This work is based on characters in the TV show Masters of the Air and is NOT based on the real people.

Tags: anal sex, smut, mentions of war, minors dni, explicit, breeding kink if you squint, bottom gale, top john, minimal plot, lots of feelings

Word Count: 6.35K

Cross-posted on Ao3 -

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The pub was loud, men cheered and swinging music vibrated throughout the small space. Drowning out the harsh storm that swirled outside. John and Gale were seated at a booth with a few other men. Most of the boys had happily left their tables and made their way to the floor with the local young ladies, dancing to the loud jazz rhythms.

They looked forward to their days in London, fewer and fewer as those days were. It almost made them forget why they were there. However, the crowds of military men that filled the city and its establishments were a constant reminder of their situation. Most of them held lewd intentions, to leave their drunken nights with a girl. It was a pleasant distraction and was almost expected of the men. Their tortured minds forgetting that dreadful grey sky for a couple of hours was heaven to them.

John and Gale were sitting next to each other, now alone. The impertinent British Air Force men had exhausted their teasing of the two and joined a game of cards a few tables over.

“That girl over there has been eyeing you Bucky.” Gale said with a smile, subtly pointing to a brunette woman at the bar. She was practically staring him down, it was almost comical.

John let out a reluctant laugh, glancing at her, “Yeah, I don’t think she wants to dance..” He said with a knowing look. His lips curved up to the side carving a dimple in his winsome features.

“Oh come on Bucky. Just go talk to her.” He playfully nudged the man’s arm. Gale wasn’t sure if he himself was joking or if he really thought John should approach the woman.

John shook his head, looking down at his drink before taking a small sip of it. Gale had noticed the man’s recent indifference to women. Anywhere they went they virtually threw themselves at him. Gale assumed they were attracted to his large stature and his admittedly.. irresistible smile. A year ago John would entertain nearly all of them, and bring the luckiest one—on the rare occasion, two—along to his hotel for the night. But now he almost seemed to be utterly disinterested in any girl no matter her persistence and allure.

It had not been overlooked by Gale the subtle glances and lingering touches he received from him. Truthfully those little moments were etched in his memory. A deliberate brush of their hands under the table in the mess hall, or John’s palm resting fleetingly against the small of his back when they walked together. Gale found himself revisiting them at night when he could not find sleep. Which was most nights. Those short-lived moments lasted ages in his mind, and he craved them whether he admitted it to himself or not. He felt wanted. But he didn’t allow himself to think that far. So when John shifted closer to Gale in the booth this night and accidentally brushed their legs together, his breath hitched in his throat.

John wasn’t sure what he was trying to accomplish with the touches he had been giving Gale. Was it just for himself? To feel the other man against his skin, to momentarily satiate his undying hunger? Buck never shied away from his touch but nearly never returned them. His lack of reciprocation only fed into John’s ache for him. Unlike in the sky, the fog and mist of Gale’s feelings excited him, it offered him a moment to decipher the mystery of what laid beyond it. He loved a challenge. Did he yearn for his touch too? Or was he too shy to tell John to stop? Maybe he didn’t even notice them.

John could not keep himself from stealing swift looks at him persistently. Buck’s blue eyes had darkened in the low warm light of the pub. His blonde hair looked a caramel brown. Long lashes casting a sharp shadow on his honeyed skin. Pillowy sialoid lips glistening after each sip of his drink. Without thought John found himself trying to catch a whiff of the man’s aftershave each time he moved. He knew his own physical attraction to Gale was not unrequited but he dreaded the idea of the man rejecting his affection.

But right there in the pub that night his suppressed desire drew too strong. Boldly unbridled.

A few minutes passed before he leaned toward the other man and spoke softly into his ear, “I think I need something a bit different tonight.” He really did not know what else to say, but hoped the man would not dismiss his advances as simple drunkenness. He pulled back and looked to Gale with a somewhat serious gaze.

Gale felt heat rising in his face. Did he mean.. him?

It had been months since the last time they spent a night together in London. The two men had wordlessly agreed to not speak of it again. They were drunk and alone and hadn’t been touched in god knows how long. Men have needs, they told themselves, but the boys could have easily extended an evening with a lonely girl at a pub, if that was truly all it was.

It had started simply. Only a mere brush of their hands as they sat on the sofa together, reminiscing on their days before the war. But just moments later, they found themselves in a heated kiss that lasted for what felt like hours. The boys didn’t make love that night, but they would be lying if they said they didn’t want it, desperately.

For months, words danced in the air between them, unspoken, afraid of the other’s unrequited love.

Seated in the buzzing pub, the men and women around them had disappeared from Gale’s awareness. He could think of nothing but John.

Gale looked at him and he swore he could see the want in John’s eyes. But it was more than that. He needed Gale. He looked away and down at his own hands. John’s gaze was too intense to hold for any longer.

John waited for Buck to speak. It felt like hours had passed. Fear churned his stomach, worrying the man didn’t reflect his own aching limerence, but that thought quickly dissipated when Gale spoke,

“Okay.”

Surprise was evident in John’s expression. He had expected the man to say more, but the only thing on his mind now was a yearning to feel Gale against his skin. He abruptly stood from the table, loudly knocking it in the process, and threw back the rest of his drink. Gale looked up at him. A growing need began to take hold of him. He got to his feet and quickly followed John out of the establishment.

The rain had stopped. Petrichor filled their senses as they walked quietly to their hotel. Both of the young men were practically shaking from nerves.

After entering their shared room, a tension in the air weighed heavy on them both. Neither of the boys knew what to do. They weren’t even sure what the other wanted. Gale remained by the door waiting for John to make any advance or even just to say something. But no words were spoken as John closed the distance between their bodies, inches away from him. Their hearts pounded in their chests. The men were sure the other could hear it, but the sound of John’s heavy breathing filled the air between them.

John looked down at Gale’s blue eyes, they were pleading, and almost black with need. He felt his own heart beat even harder in his chest. His gaze shifted to Gale’s plush lips. He dreamed about those lips of his. Just asking to be kissed, he thought to himself. Ever so slowly, John moved closer to Gale, his eyes darting between the man’s lust-filled ones and his pink pouty lips.

As Gale looked up at John, standing so close to him, his lips mere inches away from his own, the world faded away. All that existed was the two of them and their mutual desire. Their lips got closer ever so slowly before they finally met. The kiss began slowly until John decided he couldn’t hold back. He moved his lips against the other man's with fervor. Gale returned the passion, forgetting to breathe. John’s hand found its way into the man’s hair, his other hand finding purchase on Gale’s clothed bicep. There was a familiarity in their kiss. Perhaps because this was not the first time they had shared one, except, in truth, that one had felt this way too. It was reminiscent of a dance, rehearsed hundreds of times over. Each movement felt orchestrated yet new. It held the passion of a lover's first touch yet it also felt strangely intuitive.

Gale sighed into the kiss. The months of secretly wanting this again with John had been rendering him sleepless. His mind involuntarily reliving the memory of how John had kissed him so amorously. Any guilt he felt about feeling this way for another man had disappeared a long time ago. His father’s harsh words were now muffled in his mind and god help anyone who would try and take John away from him.

John’s hunger burned. He moved his tongue along Gale’s bottom lip. His mouth opened immediately, desperate for him. Their tongues danced as the two men groaned into the deep kiss. Gale’s hands were on the other quickly, holding onto him. Bucky carded his fingers into soft dirty blonde hair and pulled, separating their mouths.

Gale moaned at the sudden action. The other man murmured in his ear, low voice humming against him, “You have no idea how much I’ve been trying to resist you.” A burning heat ignited in Gale’s core and spread through his entire body at those words. John kissed down his jaw and to his lithe neck. Licking and mouthing along his skin. Gale moaned once more at John’s warm mouth as he sucked on a sweet spot between his jaw and his ear. In this moment, all reason melted away. He didn’t care if it left a mark. If anything, he wanted John to mark him.

Gale pulled him away from his neck and connected their lips. He felt like he was starving and Bucky’s body was his salvation. He tugged John closer, a warmth pooling in his stomach. His cock grew hard in his slacks. John’s member was already completely firm against his own. Gale groaned at the intimate feeling. Bucky pulled away, holding the man’s hands as he walked backward to the large bed in the room. Never taking his eyes off Gale as he led him. He yanked his jacket off, then Gale’s. Despite his hurried actions, Bucky wanted to take his time with the man. He gently pushed him onto the bed and climbed atop his svelte body, instantly reconnecting their mouths. As they basked in the heated kiss, John drug his hands down the other’s torso, untucking his shirt out from his pants. Making quick work of unbuttoning Gale’s and removing his tie, before he moved his hands to his own. Gale swatted his hands away.

“Let me.” Gale spoke softly, breathless. His honeyed voice was now laced with a rapturous hunger.

Upon the discarding of their tops and undershirts somewhere in the room, John leaned over him, kissing down his neck. He moaned against him. The taste of his warm sweet skin, it was paragon. John pulled a few small noises from him as he sucked at a sensitive spot on his neck. Gale’s fingers tangled in John’s brown hair as he felt him move lower.

John elicited a loud choked-off moan from Buck as he wrapped his lips around a perked left nipple, fingers toying with the other. He rolled the sensitive bud between his teeth, pulling another groan. He knew Gale was already enjoying this too much and he felt a shiver run up his spine at the thought of what was coming. John wanted to take his time ruining the other man, despite being painfully hard in his slacks. Gale wasn’t just some girl he seduced as a distraction for the night. He was his closest friend. He wasn’t doing this for his own pleasure. He wanted to see Gale come apart, look into his eyes at the very moment and watch as the coil snapped within him. He wanted to be the cause of the pleasure the man felt. At that moment, John felt a wave of possession course through him.

Gale was his, and only his.

“Gonna take care of you Buck.” John said between kisses to his chest.

“Please” Gale let out small quick breaths. His fingers tangled themselves through Bucky’s brunette hair. Desperate for more.

“Please what?” John whispered as he left open-mouthed kisses down his abdomen.

“Need you.. John.” He leaned up and looked down at the man kissing his skin.

“Be patient Buck.” John’s low voice reverberated through his body only adding to the burning desire Gale was already overwhelmed by.

John’s mouth had found its way to Gale’s waistline, kissing along the patch of blonde hair below his belly button. Deft fingers undid the man’s slacks, Gale lifted his hips allowing him to pull them down his legs along with his underwear, carelessly discarding them on the floor.

John sat back on his heels as he stared down at the sight before him. Gale laid there like a fucked out whore and he’d barely done anything to him yet. His eyes were heavy and their darkness burned with lust and need. His sandy hair was tousled. Bruises from John’s mouth had begun to form all over his tanned body. His slender legs had fallen open slightly, long pretty cock swollen and angry as it laid against his stomach, leaking drops of pre-come.

“Fuck, Gale… just look at you.” John’s calloused hands lightly teased along the plush skin of the man’s thighs, caressing every inch. He removed the rest of his own clothes, joining Gale’s on the floor. His hands grabbed the blonde's small waist. He’d always wanted to do this. The pads of his thumbs massaged the skin there as he held him. There was something nearly possessive creeping up the back of his neck as took in the scene.

Gale stared up at the man before him. He’d always wanted to see his best friend like this. John’s darkened eyes were swimming with acherontic desire. His soft brown hair was no longer perfectly styled atop his head. His naked toned body glistened with a sheen of sweat. Oh the scent of him. Gale wished he could kiss every inch of him in this moment.

John’s larger, herculean body deeply enraptured Gale. He knew the man could easily overpower him and manhandle him as he desired. The thought provoked his cock. More slick wetness pooled on his skin as it twitched. He looked to John’s cock after he had removed the rest of his clothes. It stood proudly against his abdomen. Holding an impressive girth, and Gale gasped as he pictured it nestling inside of him.

John leaned forward over the other man, propping himself on his forearm, groaning, as he kissed him so hungrily, Gale thought he might bite him.

He wrapped his legs around John’s waist and pulled him closer until their cocks touched. Gasps filled the quiet room at the sudden stimulation.

“Please John. Want you to touch me.” Gale was already so lost in the feeling of him, he wasn’t afraid to admit what he wanted. He was never one to be so forward, but right now, with Bucky, he had completely let go.

John pulled away from his lips and moved downwards. He placed his large hands on the man’s soft thighs and gently spread his legs further apart. His mouth watered at the beautiful sight. It was sinful. The rope of his fragile restraint had snapped before he laid down between Gale’s thighs. Wrapping his hand around the man’s swollen cock.

A loud, stifled noise escaped Buck at the sensation. John thumbed along the underside of the head of Gale’s cock, eliciting more sweet sounds from him. He ran his thumb along the slit, collecting the pre-come before spreading it around the head. Gale was already a moaning mess. John sighed at the sight and the feeling of the warm wet cock in his hand. Dying to taste him, he ran his tongue over the slick glistening atop the man’s swollen member. A deep groan fell from him at the taste, mouth enveloping the tip of Gale’s length.

Gale’s jaw hung open as wanton moans escaped his lips. The delicious stimulation filling his senses. John’s wet, hot mouth felt too good. He wanted more. He reached down, placing his hand in the other man’s hair. John licked along a vein from the base to the tip before enveloping the head with his mouth again. Hand remaining at the base as he began to take him fully.

“Oh”

“Mmm”

“.. shit”

“Bucky.” Gale said between moans.

He couldn’t contain himself, pulling the man’s hair and moaning at every touch John gave him. He started moving his hips, subconsciously trying to feel more of the man’s hot mouth. John sank down as far as he could on Gale’s aching length. The sounds the man was making were so filthy, he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his own needy cock into the sheets. He took him further, bobbing up and down. John let himself imagine the sounds Buck would make if he fucked him. Praying to God that he would be blessed with that opportunity tonight.

Gale was writhing on the bed, unable to hold still. He’d never felt anything like this before, it was nearly too much for him.

John’s hands grasped his hips, holding him down. Propping himself up on his elbows, Gale looked down at the man sucking his cock. He almost came at the sight of his lips wrapped around him, so focused on pleasing him.

John’s sapphire gaze was long washed away, only a black concupiscence remained. Gale could see just how much he was enjoying having him in his mouth.

Pulling away from the man’s length, John replaced his mouth with his large hand. He shifted himself to hover over the blonde. His own neglected cock was aching, prompting him to grasp both their members, tugging them together in his hand. Gale groaned into the man’s shoulder at the feeling of his cock against his own.

“Need to be inside you.” John’s voice was laced with desire as he spoke the words into the man’s ear before he could stop himself. He nearly froze, afraid his precipitous suggestion would scare him off. But this notion quickly washed away when a guttural moan escaped Gale.

“Please.”

John let out his own groan at Gale’s avid response. An even stronger heat ignited in his core as he imagined the look on the man’s face as he buried his cock deep inside him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

That was all John needed to hear. Gale was completely lost in the pleasure, John pulled away, not wanting him to come before he fucked him. The man whined at the sudden loss of his hand. Bucky laid on his side next to the man beneath him, leaning on his arm next to Gale’s head. He brought two fingers up to the young man’s lips.

“Suck.”

Without hesitation, the blonde eagerly took the two digits into his mouth. Spreading his saliva around them with his tongue. Gale brought his hand up to the man’s wrist, holding him in place while he sucked on his fingers. A deep guttural sound escaped John as he watched. He imagined how good the man’s mouth would feel around his cock. He pulled his hand away from Gale, trailing it down his body. Nudging the man’s legs apart, he brought the slicked digits to his entrance. They held eye contact as Buck let out shallow breaths in anticipation.

John circled the wet fingers around his hole before slowly pushing one inside him. Gale gasped at the intrusion, brows furrowing. The feeling was foreign and a little uncomfortable. He reached up and cupped John’s jaw as he pulled him down, connecting their lips. The distraction allowed the man’s finger to slide into him completely. He slowly began to thrust his finger in and out of the heat, eliciting sweet sounds from him.

A minute or two had passed before John added a second digit. He had almost expected to see a hint of hesitation or even fear in the man’s eyes as Gale shifted his gaze away from between his legs. Instead, they were half-lidded, filled with an intense daze of hunger. Quiet moans fell from his open mouth.

John scissored his fingers inside of him, opening him up for his cock. He added a third finger into the tight heat, earning more whimpers. Just then, John rubbed against a sweet spot deep inside the man. Gale practically yelped at the sudden stimulation. He worked him open until the other man became too desperate.

“More… please… need you… inside.. please.” Gale spoke with a broken voice between breathless moans. “Wanna feel you.”

There were no doubts or notions of reluctance from the blonde. He was lost in the ecstasy John was gifting him. For the first time, he was able to let go of the heavyweight holding down his tortured mind. The burden of responsibility and never-ending dread had floated away the moment his lips touched his own.

The other man groaned at his eagerness. Unable to resist the pleading, he removed his fingers from him, and he was sure Gale had been stretched enough. John reached over the man’s body to the table near the bed, retrieving a small bottle of Vaseline he always brought with him to London. It was meant for the escorts he shared his bed with, but now it was only for the man beneath him.

Gale yearned to feel John inside him. The thought of becoming one with the person he loved most in the world, his best friend, his Bucky. The one who had experienced the same hardships, and held an understanding of how much they both needed this. It sent a chill up his spine. His gaze followed as the larger man reached over him. Muscles stretching and tense above him. Gale placed a hand on John’s chest. He felt the warmth of his skin under his palm. There was no one else he would rather do this with, no where else he rather be. He wanted to remain in this moment forever. This night he had forgotten about the war, forgotten they were in a foreign land, and forgotten that the next time they went up in the sky, could be their last.

John returned to Gale, looking down at him, he kissed his forehead gently. Stroking the side of his face as he admired the man below him. Buck was his best friend. He felt at home when he looked into those gleaming blue eyes. The warm lamp light cast a glow over Gale, he swore he looked like an angel, constellations of freckles dotted his beautiful tanned skin. He was the only person that could help him forget. He freed him from the mental torment of all the brothers they had lost, the mortal dangers of their duties, and that the cards were stacked against them all. In this war, John had lost interest in nearly everything. The only thing he felt he was good for was piloting his plane. But Buck made him feel alive. He was all he had.

He wanted to live for him.

John’s hand slowly made its way back down to Buck’s entrance and delicately lathered the substance around him. The blonde gasped at the cold sensation, and watched as Bucky then spread it over his thick member. He looked down at the other man, laying there, legs spread for him, and his eyes pleading. He wanted to take care of him, be gentle. He felt as if the man below him was a porcelain doll, handle with care written across his chest. But at the same time, he wanted to ruin him. Make him scream his name and beg him for more, tears streaming down his supple skin. John had an insatiable hunger boiling in his core, and he swore to himself he’d never been lavished a voracity quite this deep.

The other held the gaze of the strong man above him. He seemed lost in thought as he admired Gale. In that tender moment, he wanted to confess to Bucky all the thoughts and feelings he had been plagued by the past several months. He had to hold back so much, in fear the other didn’t feel the same. Despite that night they spent together the year prior, he still worried it was only a temporary fix for John. Gale wanted the man to desire him in the same way he did him. All those times he watched him walk out of a pub with a pretty girl, he had to pretend he was pleased for him, but somewhere deep he wished it was himself that would be held by John that night.

Now he found himself in his own errant fantasies. Bucky laying above him, admiring his delicate features, ready to make love to him. Desire swimming deep in his eyes. He brought a hand up to John’s face, tracing imaginary lines, bringing the man back to the present.

John leaned into the warmth of Buck’s touch, and pressed his lips to the man’s palm, slowly kissing down his wrist. He connected their lips in a sensual kiss as he lined his member with the smaller man’s entrance.

In a daze of desire, John was slowly losing himself. When his eyes met Gale’s a sweet dulcet warmth washed over him. “Gonna make you feel good Buck.” He kissed the other man hard as he pushed himself into him as gently as he could.

Gale’s mouth fell open as he felt Bucky’s cock slowly breach his entrance. John shushed him gently, “Shh, just relax Gale.” The other man placed his hand on John’s nape pulling him to connect their mouths. It was all teeth and tongue as the man slowly pushed his large member further into the blonde. When he bottomed out, Gale’s lips separated as his head fell back against the mattress. A few moments passed before the ringing pain of the stretch slowly fell into hints of pleasure. The larger man remained still, waiting for him to adjust to the foreign feeling.

Gale’s eyes opened as he gripped the man’s shoulders, a low whine falling from his lips.

“Tell me how it feels Buck.” John wanted to hear how he was making the man feel. His own reserve was straining against the sensation of Gale’s heat tightly wrapped around his cock.

“S’good.” Gale could hardly form words, he felt so full.

His hands reached down to John’s hips, grasping, aimlessly trying to get the man to fuck him.

Bucky understood what the man needed. Gale felt the drag of the cock inside him before he was jolted up the bed by John’s harsh thrust. His ability to hold himself back had fallen away.

The maneuver sent a burning wave of pleasure through Gale’s body. “Again.” He whined. John’s hand grasped the underside of one of the man’s plush thighs for leverage, easing his thrusts. The sound of skin against skin reverberated throughout the room, variations of sounds falling from both the men’s lips. They were equally desperate for the other. They had let go completely and allowed themselves to relish in this moment without restraint.

Gale’s eyes had fallen shut in the midst of the pleasure John was giving him. His arms wrapped around the man's neck.

“F-feel so full Bucky.”

Christ

Those sinful words went straight to John’s cock. Loudly groaning into the crook of the blonde's neck. The movements of his hips only grew in their intensity.

In need to go as deep inside Gale as he could, he gently pulled out and reached for a pillow. “Why-“ The blonde groaned at the sudden loss of his cock. Feeling cold and empty. “Lift your hips for me Buck.” Gale did as he was told, watching as the soft pillow was placed under his hips. Bucky resumed his former position over Gale. Tender kisses were shared as he felt the warm length breach his entrance once more.

The new angle allowed John’s cock to brush against the bundle of nerves in the man’s core. Gale moaned like he was paid for it. The sounds pouring out of him left John shuddering with an animalistic carnality as he left continuous thrusts to the sweet spot.

“You’re takin me so well Buck.” John grunted out. At those words, the man’s entrance fluttered around John’s cock as he whined. The tightness led Bucky to bite down on the junction between Gale’s neck and shoulder, sure to leave a mark. The blonde shuddered. The man’s teeth dug into his skin. In this moment, neither of them cared if it was visible. He wanted to be marked by him, to let everyone know that he belonged to Bucky. The sight of the deep red mark on the man’s neck fueled the fire of John’s possessive nature. His thrusts stuttered.

“All mine.” John whispered against Gale’s open mouth. More moans were spilt as his thrusts hit harder and became more erratic. The blonde’s hands had been tugging at Bucky’s hair before they traveled down to his back. Dragging along his muscles as they contracted. Nails pressing into the taut skin.

“I- fuck. Bucky oh my-.” The desperate tone of Gale’s moans only grew as he grasped hard at the man’s body.

“You’re close?” John questioned, as his lips brushed against the man’s open mouth. Gale nodded, his eyes fluttered open, clouded in darkness. The man above him reached down and tugged at the blonde’s neglected cock in time with his fervent thrusts. Gale was nearly overwhelmed by the amount of stimulation. Silent moans escaped his throat. Eyes barely remaining open.

“Gonna- Bucky I-.” The words were lost in his throat as the pleasure grew in his core. His body thrashed on the bed. Back arching, pressing himself into Bucky’s stomach.

“Shit. Okay.” John started to pull out from the tight heat, feeling his own release coming. “No! Please. No.” Gale whined as he grasped at the man’s body, aimlessly trying to hold him in place. Bucky froze, worried he had hurt him. A frightened look quickly struck his features.

He stroked the side of the blonde's face. “Are you alright Buck? Did I hurt you? Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-.” The words spilled out from his mouth as his heart hammered in his chest. Gale’s retaliation had sent an abhorrent rush of fear to his gut, churning his stomach. All in a matter of seconds.

“No John. Want you to come inside.” Gale managed to let out. His deep voice completely breathless and debauched.

John’s groaned, his expression softened but his core burned hot. “Jesus Buck.” His cock twitched at the man’s forward words. “You scared me.” The weight of worry left his body as his thrusts resumed, along with his hand wrapped around Buck’s aching member. The resonance of the blonde’s lascivious whimpers coursed through John’s veins, a fresh fracture in thin ice. He’d never been this aroused. Gale’s eagerness for him to release inside of him only fueled the fire within himself as his reserve began to burn away.

Gale’s mind began to cloud. His legs tensed at the impending orgasm. The mere constant abuse to the sweet spot inside him, the large warm hand wrapped around his cock, the man above him—it was all too much. As his eyes struggled to remain open, he garnered the strength to look down at where their bodies joined. The sight of John’s member disappearing into his depths only sent him closer to the edge. His head fell back against the sheets, brows knitted, back arching further into Bucky’s body.

The sight of the blonde’s exposed neck and the bite mark he had left behind earlier—kindled a primal energy within John. He raised his body slightly to balance himself before wrapping his free hand around Gale’s neck. He didn’t tighten his grip. He waited for the man’s reaction. In a daze, it took a short moment for Buck to feel it. Once he did, a deep moan escaped his plush lips. His cock twitched in John’s hand. The enjoyment was evident in Gale’s reaction, so he squeezed lightly around the sides of his lithe neck. His thrusts only quickened at the sinful sounds pouring from the man beneath him.

The vision before him was one he wouldn’t ever forget. Buck looked like a painting. The warm lamp light cast over his sweat-slicked skin. He glistened. Eyes heavy and black with lust. His splayed out, supple yet sculpted body, resembled a michaelangelean god.

“Bucky I- oh my-“ The words were nearly lost in Gale’s throat as the coil within him strained against the pleasure. He felt like John’s woman. Legs spread wide and desperate for the man’s release inside of him. The tenderness with which he fucked him. The way his hand worked his cock. How could he go on living without this moment replaying in his head? The memory of this night need only show itself for a single second before the blood would rush to his cock.

The same thoughts ran in circles at the front of John’s mind. One glance at Buck and he’d be escorting him out of sight. Hungry kisses would be exchanged, but the enemy of time would cut their passions short.

John was nearing the edge. His thrusts stuttered. Thumb pressing into the slit of the blonde’s leaking cock, pulling a strangled moan. “How am I ever gonna take a woman again after tasting you, huh?” His words barely strung together between desperate grunts and moans. Those words hit Gale with such intensity he came suddenly without warning. Ropes of come landed on his stomach and Bucky’s hand as he tensed around the cock inside of him. Sweet whimpers falling from his lips. Hands grasping at the man’s body. John found his own release in that moment. The utterly debauched scene unfolding in front of him drowned him in pleasure. Releasing a moan as his vision blurred. Gale felt the warmth pooling in his core. Neither of them had ever experienced such preeminent ecstasy.

John collapsed on top of the blonde beneath him. They laid there for a moment. The intensity of their passions had weakened John, he was unable to move. Gale stroked his fingers through the brunette's sweaty curls. The weight atop his own body deprived him of the deep breaths his lungs ached to take. Yet he craved this closeness from the man, despite the discomforting heat radiating from their bodies, and the sticky mess between them.

The sound of rain began to fill the small room. Gale had switched off the lamp, bathing the space in blue moonlight. Bucky’s thumb gently stroked the blonde's warm skin. His touch anchored Gale’s heart. For too long, his love swam restlessly within him, and now it had a place to stay. He paid no heed to the sin. Unlike Francesca and Paolo, his ultimate infernal damnation wouldn’t incite regret of his lust, or resentment to his lover.

John’s gaze shifted to Buck’s face. Through the thin curtains, shadows of raindrops cascaded down the window, caressing his features. He didn’t want to let go of him. Afraid all of this wasn’t real and he would disappear. He didn’t know how he could live on if he was gone. Gale was all he had. He made him feel alive. He made him forget.

He traced imaginary lines along the valley of Gale’s chest. “If I was deaf and blind I would still recognize your scent and the touch of your calloused hands.” John mumbled softly against the man’s chest.

The blondes eyes softened, and landed on his own. A smile taunted the corners of his lips. “Don’t get all poetic on me now John.”

Gale was afraid. This feeling was new, and it was ripping him apart. He tried not to think of what lies ahead of them both. That cold unforgiving sky is creeping its way back to them. Every moment that passes it inches closer, and the day when it finally engulfs them again, one might not come back down, alive. Gale decided in that moment he couldn’t live without John. Especially in that base. The number of men decreasing each day, younger and unfamiliar faces filling the empty space. He couldn’t take it anymore, not alone. No one else could ground him the way John did. No one else understood him like he did. No one loved him the same. The thought of losing him stung from the inside. Tears welled in his eyes, but they didn’t fall.

He wrapped his arms tighter around John’s body. The man had the same horrors running through his own mind. He felt John grip him harder in return.

“I’m not going anywhere John.”

“I know.”

As sleep begged to take him, John spoke softly, looking up at Gale, softened cock still nestled inside him, “When this is all over, I wanna buy some land, have a little house, far away from everyone else. And I want you to come with me.”

Gale smiled at him, voice husky and tired. “I want that too John.”

The capacity to which his love consumed him was nearly too much to bear. Drowning him in a lake of unconditional devotion. John was pulling him deeper, to the abysmal plane of their shared ardency.

That night they slept better than they had in months. Bodies entangled, wrapped in a dreamless, comfortable slumber.

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I hope you all enjoyed this one! This is my first ever fic! Well, I did write a shitty one years and years ago but we dont talk about that. For now, this is just a one-shot but I might make it a series. I will hopefully be posting more at some point. Let me know what you think and what you want next! No guarantees I will write what you ask but I might! ;)

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He Knows - Simon “Ghost” Riley Pt. 18

An: Thanks for your patience, March is a really busy month for me! The tension is building and I can't wait for the next part (19 is looking steamy).

Hi there, this is a series about Simon Riley from COD. This series does not follow any of the established plots or timelines from the games. While I use the names of some characters, they are different from the ones in COD.

Summary: You’re held captive by 141 for reasons unknown.

Word count: 2800

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: angst, military setting, explicit language, graphic depictions of violence, use of knives, mentions of death.

I think of all the phone calls I’ve made throughout my life. The hundreds of hours I’ve spent talking to friends and family. Sharing the exciting news of getting into college with my childhood best friend who moved away in elementary school. Gossiping with my favourite coworker about an awful shift when she didn’t open with me in the morning. Listening closer to hear the whispers of shared secrets between the few people I really care about. Talking late into the night about that one person I couldn’t scrub from my mind. The conversation slowly dying down but neither of us ready to hang up. Neither of us ready for the silence after the line goes dead. The relief of hearing their voice after days or weeks of nothing. All those conversations flicker through my mind as I stare at the landline sitting on Captain Price’s desk. It’s a clunky, faded, black thing with a rubber coil attaching the receiver to the phone and the numbers on the keys have long since rubbed off.

I’m not prepared to hear his voice. After learning all I know about him, I don’t think it’ll sound the same. There’s no way the man I’m about to speak to is the one I’ve known my whole life.

Soap was supposed to be here. Then five minutes ago, he was called out to demolitions by another sergeant who said it was “urgent”. I wasn’t sure what his specialty was until recently and after getting to know him better, it makes perfect sense. He spends almost every waking moment out there, yet won’t tell me what they’re doing. Whenever I ask, he sits up straighter and has to suppress his smile, but I don’t miss the excitement in his eyes when he says it’s classified.

Right now I’d rather be there with Soap than sat in front of Price and Ghost and some scrawny man with equipment hooked to that damn phone. I’d rather be almost anywhere than here.

The script crinkles in my hand. The Captain already gave the go-ahead. Now it’s all on me. I feel Ghost’s eyes on me. I want to find some comfort in them, but just can’t. After he left, he told Price about the mole. He had to, I get it, but I also can’t help the feeling that nothing I say will stay between us.

I wish I was back in his room, lying on top of the covers and reading his copy of Huckleberry Finn knowing that no one could get to me. Only Simon.

And then the phone is in my hand, pressed against my ear: ringing once, twice. And then it stops. Shuffling sounds fill the other line. Then, I hear his voice. That voice that softens when it speaks to me. That has always been so understanding. That ordered those men to mercilessly take the lives of innocent civilians praying for salvation.

“Y/n?” he asks, almost unsure – like the possibility of talking to me might just be too good to be true.

“Hi,” the word dad almost slips from my lips, but I know if it does, I won’t be able to keep it together. My hands don’t feel attached to my body. Like somewhere in the numb space of my forearms, they were simply disconnected. My mouth is dry and I eye the script, but can’t get the words to come into focus.

“Are you okay? Have they hurt you? Are you eating?” there’s just something to his voice, that I can’t quite pin down. Something disingenuous. Like he’s only playing the role of a concerned parent. When I meet Ghost’s eyes, I know he hears it too. He nods, urging me to speak.

“I’m fine,” my voice is strangely even. “They said I could see you again. That they’d make a trade,” the rest of my body disconnects from my mind and suddenly I’m standing beside Ghost watching myself talk on the phone. The hope in my voice is real. The girl on the phone is going to go home safely to her dad. And it sounds like she genuinely believes every word she’s saying.

“Oh my sweet girl,” he croons. “I want nothing more. Your mother and I have been worried sick.”

“Mom?” I latch onto the hopeful word. “Is she there with you?”

“No, but she’s somewhere safe, being guarded by some of our best. You’ll get to see her soon,” he purposely leaves out her location, unknowing of 141’s extensive intel.

“Dad, I-I,” just like in the script, Price audibly warns me we’re short on time. An intentional move to add more pressure to our conversation. My father will have heard him in the background. “They said I can’t talk much longer,” my tone is rushed and worried. I see a small smile tug on the corner of Price’s mouth. I’m convincing.

“Hey,” he says. “Soon enough we’ll have all the time in the world,” the ultranationalist who snuck into my room said he was displeased that I leaked the ambush info, but you’d never pick up on that while listening to him on the phone. He hides his cruelty so well. Even knowing what he’s capable of now, the man I’m speaking to just doesn’t sound like the type. “But y/n, I’m going to need to know what they want from us first. Okay?”

“Okay,” I mumble like a scared child. I smooth out the script across my thighs and read off their demands. I recite the names of five men. Two of their leaders and three of 141’s soldiers who were taken prisoner at one point or another. Neither my father nor my uncles are on the list. There’s no way they’d trade one of themselves for me. Even I know that.

“Those are the men they want?” I hear a newfound tension in his voice as he shifts in his seat.

“That’s what they told me to say,” my eyes are glued to the paper. If I look at Ghost or Price now, I’ll lose my concentration.

He sighs deeply, “I’ll need a few days little bird, those are some top dogs. But I’m going to get you out, don’t you worry.”

I sniffle as though this is too much. Like hearing his voice made me realize how much I miss him and now I might cry. “Love you,” my voice cracks.

“Love you too darling,” the line goes silent for just a moment. “I’ll be in touch,” with these words, his voice significantly deepens. He’ll be in touch. He has his ways of contacting me despite 141’s precautions. I should expect a shadowy visitor very soon.

Then he hangs up. I place the phone back on the mount. Horror creeps its way up my shoulders and I know I’m back in my own body.

“Well done,” Price congratulates me. He’s surprised I did so well. I don’t come off as the type of person to perform well under pressure – I normally don’t – yet the phone call was almost flawless.

“Thank you,” I attempt a small smile, but inside, I feel awful. Dirty. Blindsided. I can’t believe that is the same man I’ve known my entire life. Sinking betrayal anchors my bones to the depths of the Mariana Trench. The immense pressure makes my head feel as though it’s about to implode upon itself. But along with the shame I now carry because of our kinship, there’s also molten anger stirring within my core, threatening to erupt.

“Thank you, Sergeant, you’re dismissed,” Price turns to the man who recorded the call and waits for him to leave. Ghost hasn’t said a word almost this entire time. Yet he closely watches the man leave with his equipment as suspicious as ever. He doesn’t trust a soul. Especially now. “Within the next few days, your little friend will pay another visit. We’ve installed another camera outside your door and tapped the room. Tell him the truth, just like he asked, we don’t need to aggravate them further, but it is essential he doesn’t think you snitched again,” Price’s tone has turned serious. He understands the gravity of the situation.

The ultranationalist could decide to kill me if he thinks I snitched again. He would certainly order the execution of my friends back home. While Price doesn’t care about them, he needs me alive. They won’t have the opportunity to ambush the Ultranationalists without me alive for a supposed exchange.

“Any questions?” he asks. For once, I have none.

“No sir.”

“Right. Ghost, your request is approved. Take the afternoon to complete it. Return her to her quarters before 1800,” he nods once toward the lieutenant. And then we’re off.

I don’t know why, but I expected him to say something as we navigate the halls. However, like usual, Ghost is completely stoic.

When we first met, I was always silently instructed to walk in front of him. Ghost was suspicious of me. Despite being cleared by intel, part of him still considered the possibility that I could be an Ultranationalist. By walking behind me he eliminated any chance of a surprise attack. His analytical eyes would trail up and down my frame trying to decipher any hidden motives. He’d take note of the length of my stride. How I hold my head, my shoulders. How my hands fidgeted and I picked at my nails and then my cuticles once they were too short.

Something has changed since then. A lot has changed.

Now I walk beside him. Close, but not close enough that our arms brush. Not close enough to attract suspicion. He no longer glares at me like I could turn on him at any moment. There’s so much more depth to his eyes when they steal small glances my way. Sometimes – like now as we walk along the sparsely populated halls - I feel him step closer so we’re almost touching, the heat of each other’s body is just noticeable, before he reminds himself that someone could come across us at any moment. Then, after a brief moment of indulgence, he once again shifts away to a more professional distance. I sense the same kind of longing pulses through his veins as mine.

My thoughts are interrupted as we continue to walk past my room.

“Aren’t you dropping me off?” the confusion is evident in my voice as my pace slows. Ghost turns to look at me while keeping his pace.

“No. We’re training,” he says. Training? Is this the request Price mentioned earlier? What kind of training is he referring to? What is Ghost planning?

“We are?”

“Affirmative,” he confirms. His long legs are hard to keep up to as they stride with purpose.

“What kind of training?” I ask.

“You’ll see,” Ghost says. And if I’m not mistaken, I almost detect a hint of teasing in his voice.

Yet, Ghost doesn’t take me to a gym or shooting range, instead, he leads me right back to his quarters.

“Is this a joke?” suspicion is evident in my voice. I hesitate as he waits for me to enter first.

“Negative,” the curt response is typical. He isn’t about to volunteer any additional information.

“What could we possibly train for in your room?” my mind involuntarily wanders to a variety of things, but none that will help with the exchange. As I make eye contact with him, my cheeks flush almost immediately. Ghost’s gaze is strong and unwavering. He knows exactly where my thoughts have drifted.

“I’ll show you,” he motions to the door. A small ball of nervous energy forms in my lower stomach. The type that has no place being here right now. The type that’ll get me into trouble. “First, I want to know your thoughts on the phone call?”

“I don’t want to think about the phone call,” I say as I leave him behind in the hall. Once inside, he takes his vest off and hangs it on the back of the door. Facing away from me, he slips off the skull mask and quickly replaces it with a plain black balaclava. My whole body freezes at the sight. I can’t believe he just took it off in front of me. His hair is darker than I thought it’d be. The strands are a stark contrast against his fair eyelashes. He wears it clean cut like most men in the military, short on the sides and more forgiving on top. But it’s overall longer than I imagined. My mind drifts to what it would feel like to run my fingers through the delicate strands. To gently trace my nails along his scalp. To roughly grasp him by the hair as he–

“It’s not often Price congratulates someone on their performance,” Ghost’s head tilts as he gauges my response. I don’t speak, my mind still stuck on the fact he took his mask off in front of me, even if I couldn’t see his face. “You were almost as good there as you were during the interrogations,” he continues. Heat creeps up my neck. I don’t know if it’s a feeling of flattery or embarrassment.

“I’m not good at it. It feels like I’m not even there,” like the actions aren’t even my own. It’s a dangerous feeling. How far can a person go when they don’t feel responsible for their actions? How far could I go?

“But you know you are?” his tone becomes mildly concerned. Does he think I’m slipping from reality?

“I know I am. It’s just easier to separate myself from what I’m doing,” I think out loud, my voice slowly fading toward the end of my sentence. Maybe it’s my brain’s way of protecting myself?

“Y/n, if it’s too much let me know,” Ghost says seriously as a gloved hand reaches out and touches my chin. It has been too much since the moment they kidnapped me. But now all I can do now is figure out how to survive until the exchange is over. “For this too.”

The second half of his sentence catches my attention.

“And what is ‘this?’” what does he keep alluding to?

Ghost’s delicate hand on my chin leaves as he reaches for something strapped to his belt. The gloved hand unsheathes a steel knife. He flips it around and offers the handle to me. I hesitantly take it from him, all the while closely watching his eyes. There’s a glint to them. Something troublesome. At this point, his intentions could be anything.

“What’s your safe word?” his husky voice is suddenly a lot lower as he takes a step backward and squares his shoulders. There’s an ambiguous spark in his eyes. One that’s about to catch fire. I can almost smell the damp, smouldering smoke in the air.

“Safe word?” my breath catches in my throat and I try to force a swallow. I choke back a nervous laugh. He’s joking, right? The knife feels unnatural in my hand.

“Think of one, sweetheart,” he rasps. There’s that damn name again. The one that makes it so fucking hard to think. My mind snags on it like a loose thread to a nail, pulling every thought out of order. Only he can mend me.

“Um, I don’t – Soap, I guess?” his call sign comes to mind first.

“Not Soap. Something different,” his head juts to the side with disapproval.

“Okay. Fine. Pizza then,” I’m still confused as to why he wants me to have a safe word.

“Pizza,” Ghost repeats to himself, burning it to memory. He takes another step back and I almost feel myself relaxing. My shoulders don’t feel so tense. The knife is no longer so heavy. I glance down at the mean little thing in my hand. I wonder how many people have died by this blade?

Ghost doesn’t wait for my eyes to return to his. From the edge of my peripheral, something large lunges at me. He’s incredibly fast. Just a flash of movement in the dim light. Fear hasn’t had the chance to take over yet. Instinct kicks in and I jump back out of the way, just narrowly escaping his first attempt at grabbing me. But there’s nowhere to go. The room is small and he’s closer to the door than I am. He wants me to fight. He’s forcing me to.

“The fuck are you doing?” I angrily spit at him as I corner myself between the dresser and wall, knife still in hand.

Ghost looks as terrifying as ever as he shifts to face me once more. His intimidating frame takes up the entire walkway between the bed and dresser. Those thick shoulders heave along with his chest as his breathing deepens. His gloved hands stay open at his sides, eager to grab at me again. Ghost’s sharp eyes look darker than before. He is completely locked in on me.

There is no escaping what comes next.

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Celebration: Wonwoo

-> Assistant!Wonwoo x CEO!reader

-> Summary: After your company became top in your industry, you decided to celebrate with a large party. While there, your assistant begins to seem different to you; more of a man than usual.

-> coworkers to lovers, in a closet, biting, semi-drunk sex, unprotected, spit, oral (both receiving), multiple rounds, sex in semi-public, degradation, Mingyu is mentioned, use of panties, slight choking (on his D-), big D WW, this is going to be a filthy one. + some surprises

NOT PROOFREAD

-> A/N: Here is the 1,000 follower celebration post! Sorry for the wait as I was sick and then traveled. But, it is now here! I tried a different style this time, so I hope you all enjoyed it. Smut with little plot (lol)

TAGLIST: @remyrachel @enthralled-bandit @koogyusan @leiiecleo

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Friday, 6:55 PM

"Alright, alright. I'll play, I'll play!"

You sat down with your coworkers, taking the shot of vodka WonWoo offered you. You decided to host a party to celebrate the New Year, paying for everyone's drinks while they partied. You decided to let loose and party with the others, which was how you were now playing a game of "Dare, or Drink."

"Alright, It's WonWoo's turn!" He confidently leaned back in his chair, fixing his glasses as he looked around the table as he waited for whatever came his way from the druken secretary. She smirked before saying "Take a shot of fireball or..." She turned to you with a mischievous smirk, saying "striptease and lap dance on your CEO." The table erupted in cheers, cheering for WonWoo to the dare. It made you wonder what they were talking about before you came over to join them. "You guys know I hate fireball," WonWoo groaned, trying to plead with the others, but to no avail. He looked over at you, asking if you were alright with what the options were, securing the idea that he would rather striptease and give his CEO a lap dance than drink fireball.

Once you nodded, he sighed as he stood up, asking for someone to play some music "so it wouldn't be so awkward." Once the music started, he apologized to you softly before he placed his foot onto the chair, pushing you farther away from the table so he could stand in front of you. He gently moved his hand down to cup your chin, tiling your head up so you both could make eye contact. "Keep your eyes on me. Don't look anywhere else." You nodded softly, keeping your eyes on him as he stepped back. He slowly pulled up his shirt, tossing it onto the table as he immediately moved to his belt, slowly pulling it from his body as his once tight pants now slightly sunk to show the brand of his underwear. He gently held your hand, placing it onto his large pecs before letting it drag down his body, moving his hips to the music. Neither of you cared for the squeals from everyone else at the table, only focusing on one another as your hand moved to the top of his pants. WonWoo raised an eyebrow before leaning back to the table, picking up the shot glass that was filled with fireball before he carefully straddled you, gripping the side of the chair as he leaned in closer to your ear. "Drink this for me, won't you baby?" You tried to hide your reaction from everyone else as he pressed a kiss to your ear, pulling back to tap the rim of the shot glass to your lips. Once you opened your mouth enough, he began to pour it into your mouth slowly, making sure that you didn't choke. When some did spill down your cheek, he tossed the glass back onto the table before he leaned in to lick along the alcohol, cleaning up as he moved up your neck.

You met his eyes as he placed both of his hands onto the chair, noticing the way his eyes darted back and forth from your lips to your eyes, licking his own lips as he squeezed the chair, slowly leaning forward to hover over your lips. "I thought you didn't like fireball?" WonWoo halted at the coworker's question, rolling his eyes as he got off of your lap, getting dressed as he laughed. You tried to understand what just happened, trying to not pull him into the nearest closet.

You sat through the rest of the game, slipping away to go to the bathroom while the others ordered another bottle of alcohol for the next round. You splashed some water onto your face, moaning softly at the feeling of cold water hitting your face as the alcohol slowly filled your system. After you sobered up a bit, you left the bathroom, taking a deep breath in the hallway.

"How are you feeling, Ms. L/N?" WonWoo gently cupped your wrist as he made sure you were alright, mentioning that you both were slightly buzzed from the drinks. Your mind went straight to the fireball; how WonWoo licked up the bit that spilled from your mouth, how he looked at your lips, how he leaned in close as if he wanted to kiss you. "You know, Ms. L/N, you told me that you'd never be with me because you viewed me as a boy, not a man." You met his eyes as he moved one of your wrists to his lips, kissing them softly before dragging it down his chest, placing it onto his hardening cock as moved closer to you, pressing his chest to yours. You held back a moan as he you felt his cock twitch in your hand, biting your lip as he placed his free hand to cup your jaw, placing his lips over yours.

"After tonight, Ms. L/N, do you view me as a man, or do I have to show you?"

You leaned up to meet his lips, kissing him feverishly as he moaned into the kiss, carefully nobbling on your bottom lip. Kissing WonWoo felt different than everyone else you had ever kissed; you could tell her wanted you. He chased your lips every time you backed away to take a breath, he gripped your body close to his. WonWoo wanted to drown in you forever if you'd let him and you were starting to no longer be so opposed to it.

"Come here," he led you into the nearest storage closet, pressing you back up against the door as he kissed you passionately. "I've always wanted to do this with you, Y/N,'' He murmured against your lips, placing his hands into your hair as he began to roll his hips to meet yours. "I've been thinking about this for a long time."

"How long?" You closed your eyes as he began to help remove your clothes, pulling it from your body to throw it on to a table. WonWoo stepped back to admire your body, biting his lip as he carefully removed your bra. If it were anybody else, you would feel a bit embarrassed. But, since it was WonWoo, it didn't feel so bad.

"So long, baby. Since I got hired." He leaned down to cup one of your breasts, pulling it carefully from the bra so he could wrap his lips around your nipple. You sighed as his tongue moved around your breast carefully before switching to the other one, his hands working to carefully remove your bra. "I've been trying so hard to get you to see me as a man, but you always seem to see and treat me like a little boy."

WonWoo in the past did make many attempts at asking you out; from using flirty looks to offering to take you out while you were out on work trips. You, however, only saw him as a sweet assistant rather than a man you wanted to be wrapped up in. Now that your sweet assistant was kissing down your body and placing your legs onto his shoulders, you want nothing more than to be wrapped around him.

He carefully removed your bottoms, placing your underwear into his jean pocket before returning his attention to your wet cunt. When you asked him about why he took your panties (not that you minded), he only winked before licking up your pussy slowly, flicking his tongue teasingly when he reached your clit. "You taste better than I imagined, baby. Can't believe you've been keeping this beautiful wet pussy from me."

WonWoo looked up at you as he wrapped his lips around your clit, moaning as one of your hands went into his hair, holding him close to your pussy, making him chuckle deeply into you. "Don't worry, baby, I don't plan on leaving this pretty pussy until you wet my face and cover me in your sweetness."

"More WonWoo, please," WonWoo moaned at your words, licking you hungrily as one of his hands slowly slid up your thigh. His fingertips caused goosebumps to come onto your skin, slowly moving to push your leg apart on his broad shoulders. He slowly pushed a finger into you, moving his tongue faster as you began to move your hips against his face and finger. "You're doing so good, baby. Keep it up and I'll make sure you cum nice and hard for me."

"Fuck, WonWoo," you gripped his hair tighter as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to snap, mumming out weakly that you were going to cum. At your words, he quickly pulled back to toss away his glasses, cursing softly as he shoved his face back in between your legs, licking and sucking anywhere he could as he added another finger into you, moving quickly. You covered your mouth as you came, shivering as you felt his tongue move faster to gather your sweetness.

"Fuck, you taste so fucking amazing, baby," he moaned against you, his deep voice cracking as he placed a sloppy kiss to your pussy before pulling back. He gently rubbed your legs until you calmed down, carefully placing you down so he could stand in front of you. You opened your eyes as he licked his fingers clean, keeping eye contact with him as he did so. "You taste better than any fireball could be."

Before you could respond, there was a knock on the door, making you both jump. WonWoo jumped to place his hand over your mouth, cupping it as he waited for whoever was trying to get in to leave, giving you the chance to admire him now up close; his messed-up hair, his wet bottom half of his face, his veins and muscles on display. You held back the idea to sink to your knees and suck him off as he removed his hand from your mouth at the silence, biting your lip as he moved to pick up your clothes that he had discarded.

"I think it was the janitor trying to get to the supplies. Here," WonWoo carefully helped your get dressed, letting you lean on him as he did so. He carefully rubbed your body, giving you a moment to relax before he gently kissed your forehead. The moment was calm and relaxing as WonWoo gently praised you, ending abruptly when one of the staff members broke a glass bottle, breaking into laughter afterwards. "I should go deal with that," WonWoo cleared his throat before stepping back, picking up his glasses as he cleaned it. You let your eyes roam his body, noticing his hard on that was now noticeable; the same one that you had felt twitch in your hands before he pulled you into the room. When you mentioned it, he chuckled as he reached for the doorknob. "I can take care of it, Y/N. You don't have to." Before you could respond, he left the room, leaving you in the closet while he left to go take care of his drunk coworkers he had abandoned when he saw you enter the hallway.

You took a moment to compose yourself before joining the others watching as he helped usher out the drunken patrons to their rides. He laughed as the secretary bumped her head on the top of the car, making him stifle a laugh. WonWoo heard you, turning to you with a smirk before shooting you a wink, then mouthing "Have a good night, Ms. Y/N. Dream about me, yeah?"

You felt your cheeks heat up as he left, biting your lip as you felt your arousal return, sticking your pants to your body, reminding you that he had taken your panties home with him. So, when you did get home, you took care of the arousal until late, then you indeed did dream about him.

Thursday 7:33 pm

"Ms. L/N, the mic is ready for you."

You thanked your secretary before fixing your dress, grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the passing servers before going up onto the stage, clinking your glass to get everyone in the large ballroom's attention, only beginning to speak when you were sure you had all of their eyes on you. "I'd like to thank everyone for coming tonight to the celebration of AdoraU acquiring the Manase company. As many of you know, we had been in competition with them for so long, both vying for the top spot. But, as of yesterday morning, the CEO and I have put our differences aside and have combined assets, now making AdoraU the top provider in the food chain!"

You smiled as everyone cheered, smiling at your former competition's CEO as he bitterly chugged down his third glass of whiskey, upset that he was no longer in charge. You had been watching his company slowly lose its prestige, consumers coming to your company instead of his as his company. So, when the old man finally gave in and came to you to buy his company, you knew you had to celebrate with a large party, inviting everyone in your industry along with all of your staff.

As you carefully walked down the stage steps to join everyone as the orchestra once again began playing, your secretary approached you, a visible pout on her face. When you asked what was wrong, she showed you a message between her and WonWoo, asking if he was coming. "I think he forgets that I can see when he reads my messages."

"He's probably just running late. You know he never misses a party that I throw, especially when it's a big one." You patted your pouty secretary's back as you placed your empty champagne glass down, smiling as you were approached by your former competition. "You really had to bring up the fact that you're at the top of the industry like that?" You offered the man a simple smile, using the moment to form a proper comeback.

"Oh, WonWoo is here!"

You glanced up at where your secretary was pointing at, blocking out the man's words as your attention was now on WonWoo.

WonWoo carefully made his way down the marble staircase, fixing his watch as he did. You admired his black suit that outlined every muscle on his toned body, showing off his broad shoulders and biceps. Even with the face mask on, he looked so hot to you. You felt the same feeling that you had gotten last Friday during his lap dance and strip tease, making your cheeks heat up and your panties dampen once more.

"Ms. L/N, are you even listening?" You snapped from your stare, mumbling out a measly apology as you returned your eyes back to WonWoo, meeting his eyes. His eyes flickered to see your dress, cursing softly since he couldn't see much of it. He tilted his head towards the small booths that were on the second floor, letting you know that he was going to be up there.

Waiting for you.

"We can talk later, alright?" You patted the man's back before going upstairs, following where WonWoo had just went. You knew people had been looking for you, but you didn't care in that moment. You wanted to see him in private, even if it's for a few minutes. Ever since he ate you out in the closet, WonWoo has been strictly business; he no longer flirted with you while he looked over documents with you, staying on topic no matter what. The one time you tried to bring it up, he only said "Ms. L/N, we should focus on this. It needs to be sent out by the end of the day and I don't want to be yelled at because this is an important deal."

Now that you had him alone, you wanted and needed answers. He had been in all of your dreams, making you wake up wet. You needed to know if it was a one-time thing. If he felt the same way.

You paused at the top of the stairs, looking for the man you had been thinking of, smiling when you saw him in one of the booths in the very back. You tried to calm your breathing as you made your way over to the booth, sitting down across from him as he removed his mask. "Sorry for being late, I had to find a parking spot. The only one I could find was at the top." WonWoo smiled at you as he took out his lighter, flicking it open as he lit the single candle that was on the table, adding a slight red glow to both of your faces. It looked like a romantic date; two people sitting in the back of a fancy restaurant eating a candlelight dinner while whispering and laughing over each other.

You had been having thoughts about relationships recently, mostly since after last Friday. After all of the flirting WonWoo had done, you wanted to see how much of what he had been saying was true.

"Better late than never. I thought you may now be so work focused that you couldn't make some time to celebrate with me."

WonWoo chuckled lightly at your words, fixing his glasses as he leaned back against the plush velvet seats. Sure, he had been wanting to focus more on work as he wanted to ensure that the company stayed number one as long as possible, but he would never skip an opportunity to be with you; to talk to you, possibly about last Friday.

However, you beat him to it.

"So, is this your way of telling me that you want to keep our relationship strictly professional? If so, then just let me know so I can write off what happened between us in the closet as some drunken-"

"Y/N, you and I both know we weren't drunk enough to make such a decision." WonWoo gently placed his hand onto yours, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand before he placed a gentle kiss to it. To the passing eyes downstairs, it was a simple nice gesture. But, now sitting in front of him and being able to look into his eyes, you knew that it meant more than that to him. "Everything I did that night- from the lap dance to having you in the closet on my shoulder with my face buried in your pussy while you moan my name- everything. I don't want to forget about anything, I want to show you that I'm the man you need."

You are known for taking people at face value; what they show you is what you believe, however, you aren't against doing some investigations.

"Ohh, fuck, Y/N, baby yes," WonWoo's moan echoed in the bathroom, bouncing off the walls as you moaned around his cock. Despite how many times you imagined how big he'd be numerous times throughout the last few days during your nightly sessions, you didn't think he'd be that long and thick. "Breathe through your nose baby and wrap one of your pretty little hands around my fat cock, yeah just like that." You moaned around him as he spat out a curse word, cursing lowly as your tongue ran up his cock. You looked up through your lashes at him, humming around him as he choked back a louder moan.

"Goddam, baby. You're better than I've thought about, damn." He gritted his teeth as one of his hands came down to form a ponytail in your hair, pulling you back so you were looking up at him while his cock sprung up against his stomach. You moaned at the sight of him a mess; his hair a mess from him running his hands through his hair constantly, his button up shirt open to show his chest.

"I bet you love seeing me like this. Know that I love seeing you like this after imagining it for so goddam long," he smirked as you moaned, tilting your head back more as his other hand gently cupped your jaw. "Open."

You opened your mouth, letting WonWoo roughly spit into your mouth. "That should be enough lubrication for me to fuck your pretty throat, right baby?" WonWoo chuckled deeply at your frantic nod, pushing his cock slowly back into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He waited until you were ready before he began to move his hips, allowing his cock to slowly go down your throat before moving back out. "That's it, baby. You're so good for me, aren't you? Getting on your knees for me in a bathroom at a fancy party that is being thrown for you. You must've been thinking about this alot, haven't you? Ever since last Friday in the fucking closet when I got a sweet taste of that beautiful pussy, you're all I can think about. Had to fucking jerk off into those beautiful panties of yours until they were ruined by my cum. Gonna ruin your throat next."

You moaned at his words, digging your nails into his thighs as he stilled, cumming down your throat. WonWoo bit his bottom lip as he did, groaning softly as he pulled back from your mouth, helping you up. "Did you swallow it all, baby?" You nodded, smiling as he kissed your forehead before going to clean up your appearance, WonWoo doing the same.

"You did pretty well, Y/N. Thats the first time someone has fully been able to take me down their throat," WonWoo spoke in such a nonchalant tone- as if it was something to be said over teatime. You met his eyes in the mirror, watching as he winked before he finished up fixing his suit. You couldn't help but watch the way his fingers moved, the way he carefully pushed each button in before sliding it over his clothes to make sure there were no imperfections. It was one of the things you loved about him; he always presented himself well. He helped you fix your hair and dress before walking with you back into the hallway, his hand resting on your waist as he turned you around to face him. "I think everyone is already making their ways home since we disappeared for a while," WonWoo quickly checked his watch before ushering you towards the steps he had come down from earlier, leading you to the top parking lot.

"You came on your motorcycle?" You knew that WonWoo one and would occasionally ride it when he had time, but you had never seen it. The night sky and neighboring buildings lights lit complimented the sleek black motorcycle that stood proudly in the middle of the lot, showing that he haphazardly parked it before rushing inside.

"I knew I was already running late and had to pass through lots of traffic, so I decided to." He led you closer to it, admiring the way your manicured finger ran along the seat. You hadn't seen a motorcycle up close in a while, admiring the beauty of it. It was obvious that WonWoo had taken care of the motorcycle; it was shiny, and the seat looked perfect. "Would you like to get on?" You paused at his question, asking if he was sure. "I'm sure. Have you ever gotten on one, before?" You shook your head as you carefully mounted the bike, shivering lightly as your legs made contact with the cold bike.

"So, when you're riding, you have to lean like this," WonWoo carefully moved you so your hands were on the handlebars, letting you arch your back a bit. His hand move carefully from your hands to your shoulders, then carefully down your back, resting on your lower back. He let his eyes gaze your body, admiring the fact that he had you in such a position; back arched, chest poked out, ass arched and all on his bike. He wasn't one to deny that he had some dirty fantasizes, as anyone could. One of them, however, was to have you just like this, on his motorcycle while he fucked you; call him specific but it's what sometimes got him off at night.

"WonWoo am I-" you cut yourself of with a small "oh" as you felt WonWoo's hand move to flip up the skirt of the dress, exposing your ass to him and the cold night air. He kissed his teeth as he straddled the back of the bike, pressing his hard on against your ass as he gripped your hips. You let your head fall forward slightly at the feeling of him, moaning softly as he continued to roll his hips to meet yours. "I've always wanted you like this, baby," he confessed through his gritted teeth, leaning down to bite your shoulder.

"Woo, fuck" he moaned at your nickname for him, kissing the side of your face as he cooed, rolling his hips rougher to meet your ass. He wanted you so bad, but he needed to hear you say it. He needed to hear the way you broke down at the idea of having his thick cock in you. It had to come from your lips.

"What do you want, baby? I'm right here, all you gotta do is tell me. Ask me nicely and I'll give it to you just right."

"I want you to fuck me, WonWoo, please."

Bingo.

WonWoo carefully sat back up, unzipping his pants as his other hand make quick work of your underwear, pulling it to the side. He leaned down to spit roughly onto your pussy before he grabbed his cock, mixing it in with your wetness before he pushed the head of his cock in. "WonWoo, fuck yes," you moaned out into the night air as he slowly pushed into you, slowly stretching you out as he did. He tilted his head as his hips met your ass, chuckling at the way you tried to move your hips to create some more friction. WonWoo gripped your ass as he began to move, slowly moving in and out of you as he held you still, making you mewl. "Let me make sure I stretch you out properly first, baby. Let me make this perfect pussy remember every inch of my cock."

You gripped the handle as tight as you could, moaning softly when he picked up the pace. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder, pushing up your dress more so he could hold onto you tighter. "That's good, Y/N. You feel so perfect around my cock. Am I fucking you good? Out here moaning in public like people in the neighboring buildings can't look out and see you begging for my cock while on my motorcycle."

WonWoo leaned down to press his chest to your back as he sped up, cursing as he listened to the kickstand scratch against the parking garage floor, then tossed his head back when you began to fuck yourself back onto him. Despite the small amount of room he had, WonWoo made sure to go as deep as he could and as fast as he could, easing you to your orgasm. He leaned down to play with your clit, kissing your neck softly as he moaned as you tighter around him, making him dizzy. "Cum with me, Y/N. Cum on my cock while I fill you up, fill up this pretty pussy with my cum, my pussy now, oh fuck-" His voice got deeper as he spoke, tilting your head to meet his in a messy kiss as his hips moved faster, slamming his hips against yours as he came. You moaned at the warm feeling, pecking his lips before pulling back to catch your breath, resting your head against the front of the bike.

"Come home with me, Y/N," You opened your eyes to see WonWoo leaning back, his head tossed back as he enjoyed the cold night air that calmed his senses. "I don't want to let you go yet and I'm personally big on aftercare, so..." he chuckled before meeting you in a sweet kiss. You smiled against his lips, sitting up carefully as you nodded. You weren't opposed to waking up in his arms, feeding into your relationship fantasy with him.

When you tried to get off the bike so he could get in front, he stopped you, gripping your hips as he fixed your dress. "I'm taking you home on this. But, you're going to be the one in front." You tried to object as he pressed his chest to your back, having you sit up correctly before kicking the motorcycle to life. "Don't be nervous, I'll do most of the maneuvers, just hold on tight." He placed a sweet kiss to your forehead before he kicked away that stand, beginning to drive home.

Thursday 3am

All you knew was that your mouth was dry, and you needed water.

You sat up from the bed, rubbing your eyes as you tried to adjust to the dimly lit room. You barely remembered what happened when you entered WonWoo's apartment; just his glasses being removed from his face and multiple rounds in the kitchen before moving to the bedroom, then taking a sweet shower and falling asleep in each other's arms.

You carefully removed yourself from WonWoo's grasp, slipping down his black silk sheets to the edge of the bed before carefully standing up, making your way to the kitchen. You carefully opened the matte black fridge, grabbing one of his water bottles before taking a sip as you admired the scenery. His apartment had a gorgeous view of the sky, letting you admire all the stars along with the moon. It was a view you could get used to, if he would allow it.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

You turned to see a bare torso WonWoo enter the kitchen, his hair a mess from your hands pulling at it. He pushed his glasses back up his nose as he reached into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle as well before leaning against the counter, the open fridge illuminating his body; his chest that had scratch marks on it (with matching ones on his back), his sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his neck with faint hickies and lipstick marks on it. He looked beautiful.

He gently wrapped his arms around after he finished his water bottle, pulling you against his chest as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, swaying side to side with you. The only sound that filled the moment was the sound of the AC and his heartbeat, calming your thoughts as he rubbed your back. You noticed that ever since he got you back into his home, he had been catering to you; mentioning how you were now his, how he would never let you go. Even though he hadn't said it, you knew he wanted to ask you out but was still holding back. You nuzzled your head into his chest, closing your eyes as he let out a soft sigh, obviously enjoying having you close. You wanted more, though; you wanted it every night after a long day of work, after you come home from a business trip.

You wanted it just as badly as he did.

"Are you free after work, WonWoo?" You glanced up at him as he hummed in response, asking why you wanted to know. You took a deep breath before murmuring out "Do you want to go out for dinner?"

"I was supposed to ask you that first, but I was going to wait until morning to do so. Looks like you keep beating me to it," he chuckled before nodding. "But yes, I would love to."

You smiled at his words, letting him lead you back to bed before laying against his chest once more. "Sleep well, baby. I'll make sure to make breakfast before we have to head into the office as a way of saying thank you."

"For what, WonWoo?" You asked, already slipping into sleep at the sound of his heartbeat and comforting sheets. He placed a kiss onto your forehead before sighing happily, tossing his head back to rest against the pillow as he also fell asleep. "For letting me show you how much of a man I can be... for letting me show you how much I love you."

Thursday 6pm

"Alright, Mingyu, we'll go over the trade deal when you get back, ok?"

You smiled as you hung up the phone, relaxing against the chair as you stretched. You had been busy all day since you got in and hadn't had a moment to yourself. While you loved being at the top, you hated how busy it made things.

When a knock came to your door, you peered open one of your eyes to see WonWoo peaking his head in, smiling softly before slipping into the room, locking the door behind him. "I can finally see you, baby. Are you excited for dinner?" He moved to stand in front of you, gently massaging your shoulders. You nodded, gently shutting your eyes once more at his touch. He leaned down to kiss you softly, picking you up to place you onto the desk as his lips moved down to your neck, making you grip his shoulders. "What about dinner, WonWoo?" you asked as he sunk to his knees in front of you, placing kisses onto your ankles before placing it onto his shoulders with a grin on his face.

"The reservation is at 8. We have time for appetizer." He chuckled, placing a kiss onto your thigh before he dove right in, moaning softly as you placed your hands into his hair. "Well then, eat up."

#~bambi #seventeen #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen the8 #seventeen vernon #seventeen imagines #seventeen minghao #seventeen woozi #wonwoo smut #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo fanfic #scoups #seungkwan #mingyu #svt

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hades-in-bloom · 1 year ago

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But First, Coffee

Post-DI!Leon S. Kennedy x Corp Exec!Reader

summary: Leon is after his next target when he encounters a not-so-cooperative informant.

warnings & contents: older Leon (as per usual); could be age gap, could be none; accidentally plot-heavy and a dialogue heaven; mentions of smoking; Leon doesn’t do one-night stands; hints of power play; the reader could be any gender; might be turned into series (? big question mark).

a/n: this one just wrote itself as the pairing dynamic bugged me for a while—I haven’t seen it anywhere yet, but nudge me if I’ve missed anything; I think Leon might enjoy being bossed around a bit (for his own good, also by someone who isn’t Ada)—and as he can easily boss back, too. Overall, desperately clinging to my last brain cells. As always, proceed at your own risk—and let me know if this smaller font is unreadable. Minors DNI! Masterlist

Also—holy smokes, folks—this blog hit 100+ follows! Might sound insignificant to some, but it just blows my mind. Thank you so much for reading! xoxo

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‘I haven't seen him. I wasn't paying attention. Please, I have more important things to attend to,’ you begged repeatedly—until a cop who was torturing you gave up. She knew she couldn’t keep you in the interrogation room for longer, so she had to let you out—eventually. You never thought that your morning run would end up with you in a police department.

‘We’ll have a short break,’ she sighed, giving you a stern look. ‘You may grab coffee next door; I'll call you back.’

You breathed out an irritated ‘Great,’ and took your chances, making your way to the only coffee machine in your vicinity. That one looked abused by thousands of hands eager to get a dose of instant caffeine.

‘You’d be better off drinking plain water than this,’ you heard a chuckle from your right before you noticed a tall man leaning on the nearby wall, watching you. He was dressed casually–heavy boots, dark jeans with a straight fit, and a probably expensive leather jacket; his sharp gaze trained on you, attempting to look into your soul—luckily for you, some of your employees were convinced you had no soul, so you left unfazed by the efforts.

You chuckled back at him. ‘Fair, but I don’t think that even this swill of a drink could worsen my situation.’

‘You don’t look like a local,’ you mentioned aloud, and he smirked in reply.

‘Good eye—I’m not. Well, not anymore,’ he confessed, stepping towards you. He didn’t seem to be planning to give you more details about himself, and you weren’t in a hurry to ask—or, instead, you didn’t care—yet.

‘Well,’ you gave him a look full of friendly irony, ‘if you’re not my knight in shining armour who can get me the hell out of this interrogation immediately, so I won't lose my job, I’d rather get on with my coffee.’

You turned your attention to the visibly overused coffee machine so you didn’t see how his eyebrows rose up a little, and a slight smirk touched his lips.

You grabbed a half-full coffee cup from under the machine and then turned as you heard your name down the corridor. ‘And that’s me.’ You emphasized before walking away. He watched you calmly, his eyes expression unreadable. ‘So long, local boy.’

You couldn’t hear him when he quietly chuckled in amusement as you returned to the officer’s lair.

It took twenty more minutes of unnecessary suffering before the door to the interrogation room swung open.

‘Leon?’ The cop looked surprised as you glanced at the intruder quickly—the local boy. Now, you were intrigued.

‘Jess, sorry for interrupting,’ Leon smiled at the old friend, ‘but I have Chief’s clearance to get this one,’ the man nodded at you briefly, ‘out of this questioning.’ He gave Jess—or, as known by you, Detective Jessica Harlow—an apologetic look. ‘D.S.O. orders.’

The detective sighed and returned him an irritated but tamed look. ‘Fine,’ Jessica glanced back at you. ‘It was a waste of time anyway.’

You couldn't hold back a scoff. ‘Tell me about that.’ Leon gave you a dirty look, although you could see his mouth twitch in a suppressed giggle.

‘Alright, get out.’ He said with a sigh, waving you towards the corridor. ‘I'll explain everything on the way.’

As you stepped outside the NYPD building, you took a moment to examine him. ‘So you are the knight in shining armour.’

Leon chuckled lightheartedly. ‘Oh, I'm definitely not that.’ The man neither considered himself noble nor his usual tactical vest was shiny. From his point of view, he wasn’t a hero type either.

‘Leon Kennedy, Division of Security Operations under the U.S. government,’ he introduced himself, done with the jokes. You held back a moan—so the local boy was a trap—a quite high-flying bird, though. He read you and showed a soft smile. ‘I know you have spent a lot of time with Jess, but I might have a couple of questions more.’ Leon thought he was worthy of the favor after he pulled you out of the interrogation with NYPD hours before Harlow would get satisfied—Jessica has always been thorough. ‘And for a change, they won't be about that theft you witnessed this morning.’

You weren’t excited; he could see that much. ‘Do I have a choice?’ You sighed.

‘Not really,’ Leon admitted honestly. You found him amusing—although the man knew he was in control of the situation, his look was soft, allowing, lacking arrogance you get used to seeing in your line of work, and he was too relaxed to your liking.

‘Can it wait at least?’ You pressed with desperate notes in your tone. ‘I am late to a critical meeting.’

He nodded reassuringly after a short pause.

Although still impatient, you sighed in relief and took a business card out, handing it over to the federal agent. ‘I guess I can skip my introduction.’ You stepped to the side, hailing a taxi. ‘Call my assistant. He’ll match our schedules.’

‘I can wait, but I can’t wait for long,’ Leon retorted as your leg stepped inside the yellow car.

You gave Kennedy a sweet smile before you shut the door. ‘Great. You tell him that.’

Leon was left stunned for a moment as he watched the car riding off deeper into downtown New York.

‘Shit,’ he mumbled with annoyance in his voice—and with a sudden hint of admiration, too.

***

‘I told you—I can’t wait that long.’

You jolted in surprise as you heard a familiar voice and your car door swung open. It was a couple of days since you met him for the first time.

‘I told you to call my assistant,’ you smiled politely as Leon made himself comfortable in the backseat next to you. You gave the nod to a company driver that he could drive on despite the unexpected guest present.

‘Oh, I have called—but the only available slot is three weeks from now. I guess you forgot to brief him on the urgency of our meeting.’

‘My bad then.’ You sighed, showing no remorse. ‘Close the door if you want this conversation to happen. I was just about to drive back home.’

Kennedy followed your advice and shut the door before the car took off.

‘So, what do you want to know?’

You were direct—Kennedy preferred that style of communication. Leon pulled up a picture on his phone. ‘There’s an assumption to believe you should know that guy.’ You tensed a bit as you took a look at the image.

‘I would prefer to have my lawyer present,’ you replied casually, making Leon chuckle.

‘Come on, it’s a friendly conversation. I’m not here to accuse you of anything—I have more important things on my plate.’

You scoffed. While thinking, you pulled up a cigarette case out of your purse and were about to light up one of those when you noticed the man making a slight grimace—it wasn’t his goal to tell you what to do, and you probably wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t glance at him at the right time. You shot him a look. ‘What’s that? I saw it.’

‘I just… prefer my clothes not to smell of cigarette smoke,’ Leon replied, his voice gentle but confident. Despite the diversion, he stayed close to the topic. ‘But I'd rather you answer my question than we talk about the dangers of smoking.’

You had to admit that this annoying motherfucker had a style. ‘Great. Otherwise, I was looking forward to being scolded by a stranger.’ Your tone of voice was surprisingly friendly. Leon seemed not to hold a grudge.

You didn't care much about the opinions of others generally—but this time, the unknown force made you slow down and put away your lighter before you got a light out of it.

At last, you entertained his question. ‘The man is Art Rankine.’ You glanced back at Kennedy’s phone, still showing the photo. ‘I had a pleasure to work with him on one of the mergers.’

‘Legion Corp.,’ Leon assumed, and you raised an eyebrow.

‘Good to hear you did your homework. Then I don’t have to break my NDA—and thanks to that one, I’m not sure I can help you much.’

‘I would question that all of your encounters with Mr. Rankine were covered by the NDA.’ The man smiled, giving you a look. You felt your cheeks getting warm. ‘Am I right?’ Leon tilted his head while keeping eye contact. After a moment, you returned a dirty look at him.

‘We dated. Fleetingly, if I may add,’ you admitted reluctantly.

‘Good. As the merger was closed recently, I'd assume you still have his private contact?’ Kennedy asked.

You felt like you were falling into the James Bond-esque rabbit hole, and you didn't enjoy it.

‘So the all-knowing Leon Kennedy knows I slept with the man but couldn’t get his number?’ You didn't hold back on sarcasm, but it left the federal agent unfazed.

‘Something like that,’ he retorted. ‘I need your help to set up a meeting. That’s all I ask for.’

You scoffed. ‘You request me to contact my ex, and then you call it a small favor?’

‘That’s the best offer I’ve got.’ Leon admitted. ‘I’d rather we establish this partnership quickly.’ Oh, you knew well what that meant—a very gentle threat of making you spend a lot of money on your lawyer. It annoyed you as much as, to your amusement, you found it hot.

You sighed.

‘How do you want the meeting?’

You could see his watercolor eyes light up in satisfaction.

‘We can talk about it tomorrow. Care to give me your personal number?’

You took his mobile phone out of his hands before quickly typing in your number and calling your cell.

‘I am saving you under a horrible name,’ you warned the federal agent, and Leon let out a chortle.

‘Flattered. Now, I can get off right there,’ he nodded at the closest street corner. Soon, the driver stopped there for a moment.

‘So long, local boy.’

You watched him get out of the car, observing his features unintently—and then, by accident, you caught himself staring at his lips for a quarter of a second.

He noticed it.

‘Buy me a coffee first, sweetheart,’ he smirked before closing the car door as he exited the vehicle.

You realized you were holding back your breath after a while—you shook it off right after, finally putting a cigarette into your mouth and briefly cursing under your breath while you lit it up.

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imawreck · 2 months ago

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New Beginning (Sort Of)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Character, Steve Rogers x Original Character (Platonic?)

Summary: Max is back in the game, but it’s far bigger than she expected. And more deadly. Old wounds are reopened, and tragedy strikes again.

Author's Note: Getting back into writing Max is going to be interesting, got a lot planned for her in this continuation.

Warnings: Mostly plot building, mentions of hostage, violence, canonic MCU drama, you know the drill at this point.

Word Count: 3,110

Max-

“Please, please! I swear I’ll get you the money, you have my word!”

I’d heard it a thousand times by now. Different faces and voices, different people, but always the same words.

“Sure, Carlos. That’s what you said to Mr. Franks when he made the deal six months ago.” I turned to the man strung up on the wall behind me. “Then again three months ago when he sent his goons to gather it and you didn’t have it. I’m the last collector.”

This whole thing was beginning to bore me. There was no excitement in this for me. In the whole Mercenary thing I’d decided to pick up to pay the bills, I mean. It was repetitive and frankly way too easy.

I sighed, slouching into the chair I’d hauled from my victim’s rather expensive looking living room. How did I end up here? I was going to start a new life; a new me. But here I was again killing and maiming like I had done before.

Now, there was just no point to it all anymore. No purpose for me.

What a bleak existence I live.

“If you don’t have the money, Carlos,” I sighed, throwing my head back as I sprawled over the chair. “Then I’m going to have to take payment in blood. You don’t want that, do you?”

“No! No, por favor, I have a family! Kids!”

The poor man looked as miserable as I felt. Probably should’ve thought more on the drug dealer job if he had little ones.

“The money, then, Carlos. Otherwise—.”

“This is what you ran away to do?”

My heart leapt into my throat at that familiar snarky voice. The tone, the attitude, the nearness of the response. One I hadn’t heard in years.

I opened my eyes slowly, leaning up to pear over the back of the chair I’d thrown myself over.

I’ll be damned.

“How the hell did you find me?”

There, in all his American glory, was Steve Rogers. And I mean all the glory; suit, shield, and boots to match.

With his brows furrowed, and his mouth downturned in a surprisingly bearded face, he answered. “It took a lot of favors, and a lot of dead ends.”

“Not enough, clearly.” I mumbled, easing out of the chair with my eyes laser focused on him. He could try to kill me, for all I knew. Why the hell was he here?

Steve’s frown deepened, “What is this, a torture chamber?” He nodded up at Carlos who I’d strung up with bedsheets in such a way that he’d dangle from the rather high ceiling of his home by the arms.

I was still trying to connect the dots on how the hell he was here, of all places. How had he managed to hunt me down?

“It’s Carlo’s living room,” I answered, cringing a little at how stupid it sounded. “He’s a drug dealer.”

Those thick brown eyebrows rose in a ‘Are you serious right now,’ kind of way that only made me feel more ridiculous. Damn him and his ridiculing-ass.

“Max,” his arms crossed over his chest, “What are you doing?”

Why the fuck did I feel guilty? Here he is showing up in my corner of the world after four long years and accusing me of making a living the only way I know how. The only way I could, considering no one would hire me for something as simple as a waitress job with no birth certificate, resume, or any paper trail anywhere.

An ember of anger ignited in my gut, twisting my face into something I’d imagine looked rather unpleasant. Disdain, perhaps. “I’m making a fucking living, Rogers. And you’re interrupting a very important conversation.” I jerked my thumb over to poor Carlos, “He was just about to fess up.”

Steve’s eyes dragged from the man dangling from the ceiling and back to me in a slow manner, “Right.”

I decided right then that any remorse I had felt for leaving him disoriented and unconscious in that hospital chair four years ago was idiotic and obviously a slip in my sanity. “Are you here for casual visitation like old friends or is there a reason for this unpleasant interruption?”

The smile he shot me was very forced. It tickled me pink that my mere existence caused his normally infinite patience to evaporate. “I’m here,” he shook his head, blowing out a breath and seeming to deflate with the exhale. When he looked back at me, the emotions there surprised me enough to let him finish. “To ask you to come back.”

He had to be fucking joking, right?

“What?” I stared long and hard at him, trying desperately to find a quirked lip or something to tell me he was just pulling my leg. “You want me to come back?”

“Yes.”

I blinked at him, wiping my hands on the Kevlar vest I wore. I was suddenly very aware of how shaky my hands were, and the thundering sound of Carlos’ heart in my sensitive ears.

I wasn’t the hero type and we both knew it. Not that it really mattered, it never had. I was always more… immoral than my fellow super-humans. But to ask me, of all people, to come back to the save-the-world squad was something I never thought they’d ask of me. Let alone Steve himself to be the one here to do it.

Whatever was going on must be something truly terrible to ask for my help.

“Why?”

“Would you let the man go first?” Steve nodded his head at the dangling man behind me, a lock of hair swaying over his forehead. He didn’t used to have so much hair.

I rolled my eyes, spinning around to stare up at Carlos. “Listen, Losey. Today just might be your lucky day.” I ran my fingers through my hair, braiding the wild white strands all the way down to my hip and tying it off before I planted my hands on my hips, “I’m going to let you go, but here’s what you’re going to do.”

I walked toward where I’d neatly tied the ends of the bedsheets that held him up, talking as I went. “You’re going to pay Mr. Franks what you owe him as soon as you’re out of this building. I know you have it, so you better do as I say or I’ll be one unhappy person when I’m done cleaning up whatever Cap wants over there. Deal?”

“Sí! No problemo, señorita.”

“Don’t make me regret this, Carlos.” I drew my hand up and tugged one of the knots free, watching him drop unsteadily to his feet and struggle out of the second restraint before running out the front door without a glance back.

So much for my paycheck.

“So,” I turned back to Steve, eyeing him warily, “Are you going to tell me why you want me to come back to the team or do I have to guess?”

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Steve-

Max had changed.

She looked different, for starters. My last memory of her looked like a stranger compared to the woman standing in front of me. Where there was once short hair was now long, wild waves that faded to crimson red at the ends. The frailty in which she had about her when she escaped the tower was long gone and replaced with muscle that filled out the suit she wore. She seemed less wild and more reserved. Almost like she’d mellowed out in her time away.

Maybe she had. We’d all changed since she left.

“We should go somewhere more private.” I took a look around at the room, at the windows and lavish furniture. “Somewhere secure.”

She scoffed, a clawed finger coming up to sweep away a stray hair from her face. That was also new. Her nails—clawed at the tips— we’re on full display and painted red to match her hair. “Please, Rogers. I was going to kill a man in his living room and you thought I wouldn’t secure the place first? It hurts, really.”

Her hand waved to the windows, “They’re one-way, and I’ve debugged the place already. We’re completely secure so long as we’re in this room.”

“Why does that not surprise me?” I sighed, looking her over as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I like to be consistent.” She clipped, shooting me a fanged grin that gave me a glimpse of the old Max. “Now out with it.”

“You should sit,” I motioned to a chair neatly placed around the small glass coffee table in the room and I took a seat on the couch. She stared at me for a moment, as if she was debating whether to book it or not.

Eventually she sat.

“A lot has changed since you left,” I began. “Tony created a robot that nearly killed us all. Then The Accords were passed—.”

“The hell are The Accords?” Max leaned forward, her elbows on her knees and her hands interlaced. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Steve, but I’ve been living under a proverbial rock for the last four years to stay off your radar.”

Right.

I tapped my thumbs on my knees, trying to think of where to even start explaining the whole ordeal. “It was an agreement between nations regarding the limitation and regulation of enhanced individuals.”

She stared, eyebrows raising, “Gonna need more than that, Rogers. Mind reading isn’t my superpower, unfortunately.”

A pang of irritation shot through me at her comment, as it did every time I talked with her. “It means that the government is in charge of registering each enhanced individual into a system with DNA and fingerprints, birth certificates, and anything that identifies that individual. People like you and Wanda? The ones with powers? They have to be monitored and analyzed through a bracelet.”

“Shit. Are you serious?” Max’s face twisted in shock and horror.

I nodded, “The enhanced individuals can only help in their own countries unless they’re approved by the UN. And if you break that rule? They detain you without a trial.”

“Fuck.” She muttered, her claws clacking together as she twisted her interlaced hands. “That’s bad. Really bad.”

“It ended up splitting the Avengers.” I added, wincing when her head snapped up and her eyes caught the light like they did the first time I’d met her. I’d never get used to that animalistic glint. “Tony, Nat, Peter, T’Challa, and a few others agreed. The rest of us didn’t, because it infringed on our rights, and it’s just not ethical.”

Max nodded, listening with that sort of expression that told me she was anything but happy with what I was saying.

“Bucky was framed for a terrorist bombing that killed the King of Wakanda. He had taken off some time after you left. The government wanted him taken into custody, but I knew Buck wouldn’t have done something like that. I knew he was in hiding, and he wouldn’t do something like that when he was trying to stay low.” I dropped my eyes to look at anything other than her face.

I knew what I was going to say would put a wall between her and Tony. I knew they’d been close before she disappeared, and asking her to take my side would add a nail to a coffin that shouldn’t be there. “Tony agreed that Bucky should be apprehended. They have history. Bucky… he was the one that—.”

“He killed Tony’s parents.”

I looked up at her, surprised. “You knew?”

Max had a far off look in her eyes as she nodded, blinking a few times as if to help clear her eyes. “It was a long time ago, but I was there. Still with Hydra at the time, and I was shadowing him to make sure the job was done.” Her voice lowered and shame wove into her words. “I’ve known for a while. From the first time I heard Tony’s last name when you brought me in from that base. I wasn’t… I wasn’t right in the head back then. I was still what they’d made me to be. I figured it would just be better to leave it in the past.”

I nodded, “Well, Tony did what he always does and decided it was either his way or you’re done.” Pursing my lips, I recalled the tension as we’d all argued over the Accords. “We were nearly split down the middle on votes. I wasn’t about to let Bucky get dragged down for something like this. He doesn’t deserve that.”

Max shook her head in agreement, her face hardened in anger. “You caught who did it, right?”

“Yeah, he’s behind bars now.” Hopefully forever.

“Good, otherwise we’d have to take a detour to take care of that.” Max leaned back, throwing a leg over the arm of the chair in a rather unladylike manner.

I leaned back too, “After we handled our… disagreement, those who were in disagreement with the Accords went into hiding. Until now.”

Max’s hand flew up to smack against her chest as she mock-gasped, “You? Captain America? In hiding? I never thought I’d see the day where you became a seasoned criminal, Rogers.”

I couldn’t help the sneer I sent her, but I quickly tried to compose myself. “I’m not a criminal, Max. I was fighting against an unethical policy.”

“I’m kidding, Cap. I agree with you.” Her face grew serious. “I’m glad you did what you did. You aren’t wrong.”

That feeling of irritation dwindled some, and I relaxed a bit. “Now there’s something coming that could destroy everything we know. You’re one of the strongest people I know, and we’re going to need every ounce of strength we have to go against this thing.”

This was the moment that would make or break this whole plan. Max was a key player in this, whether she knew it or not. We needed her.

“We need you to help us fight. Your abilities are unmatched and we could really use that out there with us.” I clenched my teeth as I waited for her response. I wasn’t used to feeling anxious.

She sat there for a minute, her eyes scanning over my face as she mulled over my words. The old Max would’ve pounced on the opportunity to fight. She had a hunger for blood.

This Max? I wasn’t so sure she’d agree at all.

“There’s a few things that I need to ask you before I consider answering.” Her nails clicked together as she dropped her eyes to the coffee table in thought. “If I come with you, can you guarantee Wanda won’t try and kill me?”

I hadn’t thought about that.

“No,” I said slowly, “I can’t promise that. But this issue is bigger—.”

“I killed her only family, Steve. Nothing is bigger than that. Not for her. It wouldn’t be for me.” The agony I saw in her eyes was harrowing. It was all too similar to the look Bucky often wore. “I will defend myself, and I don’t want it to come at the expense of her life.” Max’s mouth twisted into a pitying frown and she leaned forward. “I think you’re here alone, and if that’s the case, then the others don’t know you’re here to ask for my help. This won’t go over well, Steve. You know that.” She shook her head slowly, “I’m not the hero type.”

“Max, they’ll have to understand. We need you for this.” I reached across the coffee table and snagged her hand. The action obviously surprised her, but she didn’t pull away. I closed my hand around hers and held it tight, “Please, Max. I wouldn’t ask you to come back if it wasn’t important.” I squeezed her hand, small and cold, “I know you left to work through what happened to you on your own. I understand you needed space. Tony told us a little from the letter you left that night. This is something that can’t be ignored for anything though, Max. You have to believe me.”

We might’ve never been close before she left the tower, but we had shared something while trapped in her mind that night. I had felt something, a connection, and I knew we shared an understanding even if it was barely a sliver.

Her head nodded, white hairs slipping free from her braid. “Okay, Steve. I just… I can’t promise anything. I take lives, it’s what I’m good at. I’m not good at saving them. The ones I’ve tried to save have always ended up worse off than before.”

She looked so small sitting in that chair saying this to me. I realized then that this was her first taste of true freedom, and she didn’t have any tools to help her navigate the world. Sure, she’d spent some time with us at the tower, but that wasn’t freedom either. Not truly. Max had only known cruelty and abuse, or surveillance and bloodshed. She didn’t have friends or a mentor or resources. She didn’t exist as far as anyone knew but the handful of hero’s she’d met through the Avengers.

She had nothing, and I had shamed her for acting by the only way of life she knew.

“I’ll be in your corner.” I gave her hand another squeeze, “I know we don't normally see eye to eye, probably won’t on a lot of things, but I’ve had a lot of time to think about the way I treated you. About what you’ve been through. I’m sorry. I was an asshole, and I shouldn’t have been so hard on you.”

A small, teasing smile curled her lips. “Did you just curse?”

“Don’t tell the team.”

Her laugh was soft, and it pulled a smile from me too.

“So you’ll come with me?” I was hopeful for a lot of reasons. Max would help exponentially as an ally, sure. But I also felt that if she returned, that maybe she would mend the parts of Bucky that had shattered with her absence.

She had left him empty in her escape. They both had so much misunderstanding between them, so much unsaid. Bucky had told me as much sometime after she’d left. He was drowning in guilt and regret, and the fear of his own mind that he carried with him always. Wakanda had promised to help fix what Hydra had done to him, and from what I’ve heard, his time there had helped his mental health greatly.

I just hoped she would help him too.

This was the first step in saving the world, and maybe even my old friend.

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gamerwoman3d · 1 year ago

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Listen, if Ed Boon asked me to write official tie-in novel filth for Mortal Kombat, I would. I don't care if he sends a studio note that says "If you make Sub-Zero any gayer I'll rip your fucking head off," I'd still work for him. Who needs a head anyways. Love that guy.

Anyways here's a wonderwall of filth.

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Explicit, Spicy, Juicy, and definitely🔞🔞🔞past this point

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Multi-Character Choose your own MK1 Adventure

Reptile [Syzoth, MK1 Version]

◜ mk1 men using their powers in the bedroom part 1 of ?◞

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Neck tattoo imagines parts 1 2 AND 3

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◜I Need Attention◞

◜mk1 Sub-Zero: sexiest angst trope?◞

Johnny Cage [MK1 Version]

◜ mk1 men kinks & darker motivations part 2 of ?◞

Scorpion [Kuai Liang, MK1 version]

Beta Tester [Can be read as Hanzo if you're imaginative]

Bloody Horny Kuai Liang Scorpion - https://www.tumblr.com/gamerwoman3d/737285442221801472/%F0%9D%9F%B9

BONUS MATERIAL

Skins That Would Be in MK1 If I Had A Voodoo Doll of Ed Boon [Fun, Sexy skins for Kenshi, Scorpion, Kitana, & Sub-Zero]

The Gollum Test [Essay about writing better x readers]

Sub-Zero Long Hair Posts[linked without box because of tumblr post limitations]

Part 2 : Sub-Zero Long Hair Posts[linked without box because of tumblr post limitations]

Other horny drabbles [separate list]

About This Blog [links to post about guidelines reqs etc]

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bootyshortsjacob · 8 months ago

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Resident Evil

Clesker (Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield):

1. Whiskey Neat (04-13-24)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Redfield/Albert Wesker Additional Tags: S.T.A.R.S. (Resident Evil), Wall Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Alternate Universe, Aged-Up Character(s), Choking

Claire's back in town to visit her big brother, she can't drink so she takes a history lesson on the differences between a Whiskey neat and a whiskey shot. She doesn't have enough time to be savored, so she just gets taken quickly.

2. Dancing with the Devil (04-17-24)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Redfield/Albert Wesker Characters: Marvin Branagh, Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, Joseph Frost Additional Tags: Mentioned Steve Burnside, S.T.A.R.S. (Resident Evil), Aged-Up Character(s), Older Man/Younger Woman, Alternate Universe, Desk Sex, Spanking, Porn With Plot, Size Difference, Possessive Albert Wesker

Secrets are uncovered when Claire visits her brother during her summer away from college. A huge fight leads to some time spent with Chris’ boss, who didn’t seem like anyone’s biggest fan at the moment. Claire didn’t realize how much she’d come to enjoy summers in Raccoon City, especially if Captain Wesker was around.

3. Show Some Leg (04-28-24)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Rebecca Chambers/Billy Coen, Claire Redfield/Albert Wesker Characters: Rebecca Chambers, Billy Coen, Claire Redfield, Albert Wesker Additional Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, Car Sex, Choking, Love Bites, Alternate Universe, Mentioned Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), Size Difference, Not much Billy & Rebecca Summary:

Claire’s Harley stalls and she’s a long way from Raccoon City. A familiar face stops, but she’s not getting anywhere unless she agrees to pay him back for the ride.

4. Truth or Dare (05-23-24)

Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Claire Redfield/Albert Wesker Characters: Claire Redfield, Albert Wesker Additional Tags: Lap Sex, Cunnilingus, Smut, Size Difference, Office Party, Unsafe Sex, Alternate Universe, Dubious Consent, Truth or Dare, Ambiguous Age, Older Man/Younger Woman, Loss of Virginity Summary:

Claire and Wesker sneaks away from the RPD party to play a game of Truth or Dare.

5. Escape from Raccoon City (05-31-24) WIP

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Claire Redfield/Albert Wesker Characters: Claire Redfield, Albert Wesker Additional Tags: Minor Annette Birkin/William Birkin, Minor Character(s), Mentioned Leon S. Kennedy, Mentioned Ada Wong, Mentioned Sherry Birkin, Game: Resident Evil 2 Remake (2019), Loss of Virginity, Rough Sex, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Flirting, Teasing, Arguing, Sexual Tension, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

What happened if Wesker went into Raccoon City to try and retrieve the G-Virus himself, but spends the day with his nemesis’ younger sister instead. Claire ran away from campus after hearing the news about Raccoon City and she has one goal in mind: Finding Chris.

But isn’t it weird that she was able to find Chris’ Boss, but not him?

#masterlist #my ao3 #my fics #bootyshortsjacob #unreliable author #fanfic #fic library #fic list #resident evil #clesker #claire redfield #albert wesker

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gingernut1314 · 3 months ago

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Passion

Summary: Just thinking about a reader who is just as...passionate...as Anasui

Content: GN!reader, Anasui x reader x Jolyne, canon typical violence, JJBA Part 6 (slight spoilers about Jotaro)

Word Count: 820+

A/N: wrote this while I was half asleep and just needed it out lol. I hope you all enjoy!

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Just thinking about…

A reader who is just as…passionate…as Anasui

A reader whose last partner may or may not have truly been their partner in the eyes of society

But you treated them with the utmost care and saw red when someone else tried to date your partner

That relationship ended bloody and left you with a broken heart

But then you saw him and knew without a moment’s hesitation that Anasui was the love of your life

Your end-game

You make sure to treat him so well

Someone looks at him for a split second while glancing around the prison yard?

They're getting their teeth kicked in and will find bugs in their food

Anasui isn’t going to see your passion for him at first

He’s too busy brooding in the confines of Emporio’s room

But even though he doesn’t see it--doesn’t reciprocate your feelings yet

You make sure he can feel all the love you send his way

You fluff the pillows on the chair he has claimed as his own in Emporio’s room

You bring him flowers and small gifts

You sneak him the good snacks and give him any extra money you were able to take from other prisoners

You even make sure to hiss and snap at Emporio and Weather if they so much as glance at all the gifts you have worked hard to get him

He definitely noticed a difference with everyone around him, guards and prisoners avoiding eye contact or avoiding him altogether

He thinks it’s because of his past, but that is only half of the truth

The other half is thanks to your influence

He doesn’t see you yet, but you are patient

So very very patient…until Jolyne Cujoh shows up

Oh how utterly irritating she is

Oh how stupidly beautiful she is

Oh how annoyingly arrogant she is

Of course she would try to go after your man

Of course she would try to steal him from you

You hold your hurt and anger in for as long as you can because Anasui trusts her

Is trying to help her in her stupid mission

And you would do anything to please Anasui

But your patience finally runs out when you begin to see Anasui gift her gentle touches

When Jolyne begins to touch him back

When they end up alone together and all you can think about is what they are doing together

She’s bad for him

She put him in the line of danger

Nearly killed him

No amount of pep talks from Emporio can make you see reason

Not when Jolyne Cujoh still walks and breaths anywhere near the love of your life

So you come up with a plan just like how you plotted against the person who had tried to seduce your last partner

One that will put a stop to everything Jolyne Cujoh

But just as your plan begins, it comes to a screeching halt

Because Jolyne Cujoh may be an evil seductress, but she isn’t dumb

She beats the fuck out of you

Beats some sense into you about Anasui

And as she teaches you a lesson about crossing her, you are seeing her in a brand new light

See how the light hits her dagger-sharp green eyes just right, turning them into bits of emerald

See how passionate she is, not only about her boundaries but about her mission to save her father as well

You saw then that if you were hers, she would stop at nothing to make sure you were okay

So you beg on your hands and knees for her forgiveness

To let you make it up to her

And strangely enough, she lets you go

Even though you would have been more than understanding if she wished to kill you then and there for crossing her

You begin to bring her gifts and make sure no one is looking too closely at her or her friends

You begin to follow her around, becoming her personal bodyguard (not that she needs one)

You can tell she appreciates you when she gifts you a thin smile or when she speaks with you in a tone that is less biting

Oh and it’s enough to keep your heart full and warm

But when Anasui finds out how close you have gotten with Jolyne

He begins to do his own plotting

Just as you begin to plot all over again to make sure Anasui keeps his hands off Jolyne

Nothing and no one can stop you two from fighting

From murder attempt after murder attempt

No one but Jolyne who you two are always quick to obey like a pair of dogs

But when enemies begin to try and harm Jolyne

You two come to terms with your situation and agree that Jolyne can belong to both of you

…at least until her father is saved

then you two can go back to your plotting and planning against each other

#anasui x reader #anasui x you #anasui x y/n #jolyne x reader #jolyne x you #jolyne x y/n #jolyne cujoh x reader #narciso anasui #narciso anasui fic #jolyne cujoh #jolyne cujoh fic #jjba #jjba fic #jjba part 6 #jjba part 6 fic #my fics #divider by kodaswrld

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malina-33 · 1 year ago

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Single choice

Summary: It’s summer 2022, Nortern Italy, Miles and Alex are on vacation before The Car tour.

And they are happier than ever.

Word count: 3,5k

A/N: I missed the everyday cozy life of their relationship, so I wrote this :) Creative-crisis conversations presented as well, but they don’t take far away from the happy ending. Inspired by "Call me by your name", so for a better atmosphere, I advise you to include this playlist in the background.

Also, English is not my first language, so if you find grammar mistakes, feel free to point them out to me!

Enjoy these two sweeties💕

The wide shirt's hem fluttered in the warm wind, three buttons at the top were casually undone, and the sleeves were carelessly rolled up to the elbows. Alex, covering his eyes, lay on a soft sun lounger under the shade of the terrace's arches of their small villa in Portofino, stretching out his long legs. His chest rose and fell slowly in sleep, while his hands rested relaxed on the armrests. Silken curls played with the gusts of breeze, but surrendering, they fell onto his face and tickled his nose, causing the man to unconsciously wrinkle it like a child.

Miles couldn't take his eyes off this literally biblical scene. "Taking Al away to the Italian Riviera for two weeks before the tour started was my best decision" the man thought smugly. Only God knew when they would be able to spend such peaceful time alone again, without rushing anywhere and hiding from anyone. And now, leaning against a marble column with his hands folded on his chest, Kane smiled until wrinkles formed around his eyes, unable to believe what he was witnessing. These sprawling palm trees in their backyard, the deafening trills of southern birds, the sweet sea air, and a serene tanned Alex in a milky linen suit, quietly dozing off after lunch - all of this was now accessible only to him, Miles, and he savored every second of this vacation that sometimes seemed surreal, like a calm before the storm. But he persistently pushed away such thoughts, continuing to revel in his own paradise.

They had already spent 10 days here, the first 3 of which they didn't venture beyond their plot on the hill, which offered a breathtaking view of the coast and emerald water. They were lingering in bed for a long time under the biting rays of the sun, plucking mandarins straight from the tree, and listening to vinyl records of Celentano on the veranda in the evenings, intertwining in each other's arms, merging and becoming the one. Then, finally realizing that missing the opportunity to stroll through such picturesque streets would be a crime, they started going out in town under the mountain after the sunset, when the heat subsided and the cicadas began their twilight concert. Every time they ordered a new pasta dish in local restaurants, hoping to try them all, but that was Italy...

In the mornings, they descend to the pebble beach, where Alex could lie for hours, reading books, while Miles were snorkeling in the Ligurian Sea, growing tired of waiting for his lover and retaliating by playfully splashing him with cool droplets. They would play in the water like teenagers, dunking each other or taking turns piggybacking. When the sun would started to scorch their skin, they would go to the local deli for ready-made lasagna with eggplant, always getting a few types of cannoli, new bottle of wine, olives and fruits. They would then retreat to their villa for the rest of the day, either playing the guitar, the only one they brought from their stuffy LA studio, or playing board games (for which Miles constantly called Alex "nonno," while he calmly continued to roll the dice), or falling asleep under the shade of the leafy trees right on the grass.

Miles hadn't laughed so often and so loudly, and more importantly, so genuinely, since their last joint tour. He felt an immense universal joy that was bursting from his chest, causing his cheeks to ache from the ever-present smile on his face. He felt alive next to the dearest and only person who truly understood him, which Alex had been for the past 17 years.

"How have we put up with each other for so long, Milo?" Turner laughed, finishing his glass of semi-sweet red wine.

And Kane replied seriously, capturing his alcohol-glistening gaze: "I no longer know how to live without you, Al."

And it was the absolute truth. They often had conversations like this, but Alex never actually put up with Miles, he did love him. He only put up with being apart from him. And it was always important for both of them to hear this small confession, like a spark of a cricket in the foliage, but a heart-wrenching one, even after a year, or 10, or 20 years of their relationship.

Relationship? Friendship, love, presence by each other's side, support, musical inspirations, passionate desires, care, hurt, forgiveness, kisses, hugs backstage and on stage, touches all over their bodies, eloquent glances, and ending with a single word proposals. That's what their relationship was. And if Miles were offered to never be a musician but to love Alex, he would still agree without any hint of hesitation, somewhere deep inside bitterly realizing that if Alex were faced with such a choice, he would have to think about it.

But at this moment, Miles didn't want to think about it at all, he only wanted to listen to his lover's steady breathing and bask in the fading sunlight with him. Miles walked around the column and silently sat down on the edge of the lounge chair. He lightly ran his hand over Turner's knee, not wanting to disturb, and then traced chiseled fingers slightly higher, along his thigh. However, even these gentle movements made Alex squirm, furrowing his brow and rolling over to the other side.

"Shh, sleep, my dear, I didn't mean to wake you," Miles whispered, soothingly continuing to stroke the man's leg.

"But I'm already awake," mumbled Alex sleepily, opening his eyes and immediately squinting in the bright light.

"What a shame," Kane sang mockingly, secretly delighted by this fact because he had missed Alex during the silence at their villa and mindless wandering through the rooms while he slept in the fresh air, "Will you move over?".

Alex squeezed himself into the corner of the lounge chair, making space as much as the single bed allowed. Miles approached him with a cunning smile, lying on his side, unable to fit his broad shoulders on the mattress even if he was alone, and invitingly opened his palms. Turner simply snorted and muttered something about a smug cat, pressing his back against Miles' contrasting cool chest compared to the scorching heat outside, covering man's hand that rested peacefully on his waist with his own, and intertwining their legs.

"So, you woke me up just to sleep together all cramped up? I don't want to anymore," Alex slowly stroked Miles' wrists, who closed his eyes in pleasure.

"Mmm, I just got bored being alone, you've been sleeping forever!"

"Mi, maybe an hour and a half at most," Turner said in a lecturing tone, turning slightly to give Kane a disapproving look.

"Well, I call that forever. Anyway, since you're already awake, let's think about our plans for the evening," Kane quickly changed the subject, kissing Alex's back of the neck, "I saw a poster for a local concert in the neighboring town. We can rent a scooter to get there, it's just a few kilometers away."

Alex burst out laughing at the last words, turning in his lover's embrace and almost touching noses with him.

"Oh, Kane, you don't even have a driver's license! And the fact that I rode 100 meters on it in a clip means nothing."

"We'll figure it out somehow, it can't be more difficult than tuning a guitar for the first time."

"Well, since I have such an experienced and confident driver, I can't deny myself the pleasure," Turner teased, pouting his lips and furrowing his brows like a college girl.

"Gosh, how cheap that sounds, Al. Those are second-rate tricks from middle school. Did I teach you to flirt like that?" Miles rolled his eyes, hiding a smile in the corners of his mouth.

"No, I think we just fucked right away," Alex retorted, immediately receiving a playful jab in the ribs, "Hey! Am I lying?"

"Do I need to remind you who first put his knee between my legs in the dressing room, huh?" Miles smirked, tucking Alex's overgrown locks behind his ear and stroking his slightly stubbled cheek. He looked angelically peaceful now, despite his unholy words.

"And do you regret it?" Seeing the silent denial, he continued, "Well, neither do I. So you don't need to teach me how to flirt, maestro. If we want to find a free scooter before sunset, we need to start getting ready. I was also planning to take a shower," Alex casually mentioned, slyly avoiding eye contact and running his hand suggestively along Miles' waist.

"Well, that's better already, at least the hints are subtler, but you've lost your touch. I'll have to remind you."

"Oi, you better do it indeed" Turner whispered in his ear. Honestly, he was amused at how they, two grown adults, were behaving as soon as intimacy was mentioned - it was like they were back in 10th grade of the school.

Once he calmed down, he reluctantly slipped out of the warm embrace and gracefully got up from the sun lounger, stretching and rising on tiptoes to better loosen his stiff limbs. Miles settled himself more comfortably, royally occupying the vacant spot and propping his head on his hand, watching Turner's toned body with a hungry gaze. He could do this for hours, knowing every mole, wrinkle, and scar.

"What are you looking at? Trying to find gray hairs?" Unable to withstand his scrutinizing eyes, the frontman softly spoke. Now he had his hands in the pockets, exposing his face to the sun and wind, which cautiously peeked onto the veranda through massive columns. Somewhere far below, the sound of the waves and children's laughter could be heard. Idyllic.

"It's too early for you to worry about that. I just can't get enough of looking at you. Clearly, this lifestyle suits you well, even though I fattened you up a bit, considering you were all skin and bones when you arrived."

"Afraid of breaking me?"

"I am," Miles admitted, not completely sure if he interpreted the question correctly. Turner smiled disarmingingly, the way he only smiled at him, leaned in, still keeping his hands in pockets, and planted a chaste kiss on the man's forehead before disappearing through the door.

"Catch up, or I'll manage without you," Alex said over the shoulder, fully aware that he wouldn't be able to handle anything without Miles. Not in life, not in the shower.

***

Comparing guitar tuning and riding a scooter turned out to be inappropriate, as Miles pointed out rather immodestly, getting behind the wheel, because the second one was elementary. During their short ride along the coast, Alex couldn't stop capturing breathtaking views with his vintage Canon. The peach-colored waves gently licked the shore, competing with each other for ownership of every stone on the beach, while the numerous bushes along the road swayed in the wind.

The neighboring town turned out to be Santa-Margherita-Ligure, welcoming the men with the warm glow of lights strung between each café and the loud Italian laughter that didn't quiet down until late at night. Leaving their mean of transport on the waterfront, they headed towards the main square, where light jazz melodies could already be heard. Ordinary chairs stood right on the historical cobblestones, occupying almost all the space, and a small mobile stage had been set up in the center, where musicians were tuning their instruments.

Taking seats in the corner of the front row, the men waited for the performance to begin.

"Have you forgotten what it's like to be on the other side of the stage?" Miles whispered, his lips almost touching Alex's ear.

"Sometimes I even prefer it here," Turner sadly smiled, "no obligations, masks, rehearsed lines, or unjustified expectations. You just exist in the music without thinking about how to reproduce it. I miss that."

Kane anxiously studied Alex's face from the side, trying to understand if he was speaking in a state of creative melancholy inspired by the upcoming concert or if he was simply revealing his deep pain that had burdened him all this time.

"Hey, I didn't mean to put you into existential ponderings. We can talk about it if it really bothers you, but not now. I purposely brought you here to relax and spend these last days with an empty mind, not to reflect on one careless question"

Miles didn't condemn him, but rather tried to hide his own anxiety behind a feigned admonition. He gently squeezed Alex's hand, caressing his knuckles with his thumb, and warmly smiled, knowing that this was the only support he could offer in public.

"Sorry-sorry-sorry," Alex babbled, running his hands forcefully over his face and organizing his thoughts, "forget about those words, we'll come back to it another time. You can hit me if I utter another sad-philosophical phrase that upsets you tonight."

Miles only laughed at that, patting his friend's knee, and, unable to resist, left an unnoticed kiss on his cheek, indicating that he would never fulfill his request in their lifetime.

Lost in conversations, they hadn't noticed that all the chairs had been taken and the band on stage was counting down seconds until the performance began, tightly gripping their bows in their hands. The increasingly suspenseful sound of the violin filled the entire square, eliciting sudden shivers from the audience and instantly isolating them from the rest of the world. Alex's full attention was now focused on the five people on stage, the sound that seemed to exist right in his head, and the melting night air. Rarely could he simply enjoy the melody without trying to dissect it into notes or analyze the lyrics.

Miles usually smoothed out the crease between his eyebrows that arose from such contemplation with a kiss, and he was ready to do it now, but as his gaze slid across the side of the face, he unexpectedly saw a serene smile on partially open lips. Turner leaned back in his chair, holding his hands between his thighs and slightly covering his eyes, which indicated his complete absence in our reality and his presence in his own, understood only by him and undoubtedly bringing him pleasure.

The concert lasted only an hour, not abundant in a wide repertoire. Towards the end, young men and women, children, and even racy grandmothers and grandfathers stood up from their seats to dance right in the square, laughing loudly at their clumsiness. Alex and Miles only watched this scene with warm smiles, tapping their feet rhythmically on the stone pavement, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention to themselves. The clock on the tower, located on the western side of the square, as was customary in all ancient city planning laws, struck 10 o'clock exactly at the moment when the musicians, in the heat of the final chord, sharply raised their bows towards the pitch-black sky, ending the performance. The square drowned in applause and whistling, evoking familiar motives from men's careers.

The air intoxicated their heads, and not wanting to return back so early, they turned into the depths of the city. Turner continued to photograph the local architecture and Miles against its backdrop with mocking skill, not allowing the camera to hang peacefully on his chest for more than two minutes. And when tourists would disappear from their sight, Kane with the agility of a cheetah would press Alex against the nearest wall of another you-know-who-lived-in-this-house-you-lustful-bastard building, pulling him into a tempting kiss and, despite all protests about his indifference to history, smiled contentedly on his lips, feeling Alex pull him closer by the collar of his leopard-print shirt.

They would laugh drunkenly, without drinking a glass, immediately receiving Italian curses from open balconies in response. They would play tag on narrow streets, after which they breathed heavily, resting their elbows on thr knees and joking about their advanced age. They would eat mango ice cream, licking the sweet drips from each other's fingers, and would never stop thinking for a moment about how lucky they are to be loved here and now.

***

They returned to the villa at midnight, exhausted from their long walk, hastily discarding their sticky clothes as they collapsed onto the unmade bed. Alex, resting his chin on Miles' chest, looked at him with such devoted eyes that Miles' heart skipped a beat at the impossibility of resisting those bottomless depths. In the moonlight, his sharp features softened, Alex's fingers gently tracing along the line of his jaw, while a warm smile lingered beneath his closed eyelids, etching itself into Miles' memory with fiery strokes.

"Mi, are you asleep?" Alex asked in a barely audible voice, listening to the rhythm of Miles' heartbeat beneath his cheek.

"No," Miles replied just as softly, shifting slightly on the crisp sheets to find a more comfortable position.

"Do you remember what I told you today about not feeling freedom in music?" Alex continued, as if afraid to disturb his own thoughts, "well, I realized just now that I'm the one closing myself off from it. But you know when? When you're not here. I'm tired of pretending to be someone else without you, tired of feeling not myself without you. And today, there on the square, when you were holding my hand, it hit me that since we met, no one else has come this close to me. You were and still are the only person who truly knows me. Can you imagine?" His voice broke into a hoarse laughter that, truth be told, sounded hauntingly beautiful in the peaceful silence.

"No one really knows me except for you. And I've been afraid to show my true self to anyone but you. But today, for the first time in a long while, I was able to listen to music without thinking about anything else but your fingers on my hands. And I realized," he paused, unconsciously gripping Miles' shoulder tighter, "I realized that I can perform on stage, just thinking about your hands, and then I won't have to try to hide behind a fabricated image to entertain the audience. Damn it, at 36 years old, I've come to the realization that I can simply sing without pouring my own problems into the songs, but instead, just give people the sound. A sound that resonates in their minds, in their feet and hands, a sound that makes them feel alive. I can make at least one of their days truly happy, just like you make my life happy simply by being with me."

Throughout this entire time, Miles never removed his nimble fingers from Alex's head, combing through his hair and soothing him. He could listen to his voice forever, automatically arranging the words into lines for new songs. The sight of Alex — until it stole the air from his lungs, until it brought tears to his eyes, until his pulse faltered in his veins, until a volcano of warmth erupted in his chest. Until he feels alive again.

"Al, if you haven't realized in 20 years of performing what you do for the lives of everyone who attends your concerts, then I'm going to have to enlighten you now," Miles chuckled softly, continuing to massage his head, "everything you've done for the industry is your way of existing in this world. You don't know any other ways, and that's your strength, not weakness. Your music is literally you, it's not about trends or fan requests. It's about how you communicate with others. You have an incredible gift of conveying intangible values through your lyrics. I have no idea how the gears in your mind work, but damn it, you're exceptional. And I swear, anyone who has ever heard any of your songs has pondered the words, thought about what you wanted to say, and ultimately thought about themselves. Your music has meaning, it's not just a string of letters for the sake of rhyme. It's a dictionary of your life. And since the day we first met, I've been carefully studying all your meanings and embodiments, so my music is about you and for you. You are my only inspiration, and if all you need to write a new song is a notebook and an image in your mind, then all I need is you by my side."

Miles may have wanted to add something more, but unable to bear the weight of such declarations of love, Alex impatiently kissed him, exhaling loudly from the fulfillment of a desire that had been building throughout his entire speech. Kane, quickly finding another activity for his tongue besides talking, trailed it along Alex's lower lip, feeling every crack from the salty water.

Alex smiled like a child, whispering 'I lovelovelove you' into his man's lips, continuously running palms along his cheeks. They continued to gaze at each other for a long time, carrying on a quiet conversation interrupted by occasional kisses, shivers down the spine, and tearful thank yous for everything. Even the stars, cautiously peering through the open windows, blushed at their whispers under the thin blanket. Only with the first rays of sunlight, when words ran out and lips swelled from endless contact, men finally fall asleep in a tangle of intertwined arms and legs.

And if Alex were offered to never be a musician but to love Miles, he would without hesitation write a song about it. Because it would be meaningless to confront the person with a choice who made it 17 years ago.

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A/N: I sincerely want to believe that this is how everything really happened for them. All in all, these two deserve a happy ending. I will be incredibly happy if you leave feedback after reading! Everything that was born in my head would very much like to find a response in you💔🥺

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The Gaymer Chair

Part One

Warning(s): why did i write this, porn without plot, masturbation, mildly dub-con, inanimate object porn, original non-binary character, dry humping, grinding, porn watching, internal monologue, crack treated seriously, vaginal fingering, toys, knotting dildos?, edging, android, oral(everyone?) overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, vaginal sex, praise kink,orgasm denial, orgasam control, brat, brat tamer

Summary: What do you do when you fall for the sexy ghost of your pastel gaming chair?

Part Two

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banners!

Chapter Two || The Gayer Chair

Wjian laid out on her bed as she scrolled through her phone searching for any answer.

“Wjian would you put your phone down for one minute, I told you not to worry about it,” Chaise said as they floated in the air next to Wjian.

Wjian’s eyebrows furrowed and she huffed before flopping back into the pastel rainbow fluff that covered her bed.

“Ugh! It’s just frustrating. Like you’re here with me but you’re not here. It’s- like what if you disappear one day?”

“Mon Chou but that’s the thing I’m not going anywhere-

“But what if you do! What if you disappear and I never see you again!” Wjian cried out. Tears burned in her eyes and her fingers dug into the fuzzy fabric of the comforter.

“Aww Mon Ange are you in love with me or something?” Chaise asked teasingly, floating closer to her so they were eye to eye.

“Yeah I am, asshole. I’m trying to be serious here.” Wjian said her face flushed with color.

A warm for a dead person, and a lovesick grin came to Chaise’s face at Wjian’s words before he lowered himself to look in her eyes.

“Look Wjian, I love you a lot okay, and I really appreciate you trying to find a way to get me a physical body; it’s my greatest wish to be able to hold you in my arms and kiss your cute face. But it looks like it just isn’t possible and I don't want you to run yourself ragged. I want you to enjoy your life to the fullest.Because i sure couldn't,”

“I want that for you! I just need to find out how.” Wjian laid on her bed silent, twiddling with her bracelet as she tried to get any ideas. The dangling charms made soft chimes and they brushed against one another.

Wjian suddenly shot up from her spot. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet meeting the soft fibers of the “my melody rug” she had placed down. Wjian walked over to her desk with hurried steps, swinging out the iconic pastel chair with eagerness and hastily flopping down on the flower cushion. Chaise drifted close behind her, eyes wide in curiosity.

“Wjian what are you doing now?” she looked up at him with a grin.

“I think I have someone that can help give me some ideas.” she clicked on the discord icon on her screen. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the person she needed was online. She clicked their profile and typed a quick message.

Yoo!LANDRY I need you to ask you a question, stop talking to your MoMMy for a sec.

Just ASK the Quwstion then!

Oh… so if were to want to give a ghost a body how would u dothat.

Idfk is this a sex thing?

No…

Maybe a lil but thats not the point what could i use as a “vessel”?

A robot maybe or just one of those life size anime sex dolls.

YOu really are a genius!<3 you can go back to getting e-FUCKED by your Dommy mommy XD

Shut up, have fun with you sex toy! <3

THANKs.:)

“Is your plan to make me a sex toy?” He gave her a smirk.

“Nope, I got an even better idea.”

“That being?”

“I'm going to call my rich cousin to see if he can whip you up a body.” Wjian gave him a large smile before running over to grab her phone to make the phone call.

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A black unbranded truck pulled up in front of Wjian’s home. A bald man walked out of the truck and pulled the rear door. Wjian expectantly walked outside to greet the man. Wjian’s mother walked to her open front door, so she could see what her daughter was up to.

“Is that Paul?” her mother spoke, her voice prompting the man to look up at her. When the man looked up at her, he gave her a small wave which the mother returned before walking back inside.

The trucker handed Wjian a clipboard and told her to sign. She skimmed through the text then took the pin and signed her signature. The man took the board and threw it into his open window. He gently dragged the box out of the side of the truck, he placed it on the ground carefully and placed his hands on his hips, his chest heaving with labored breaths.

Wjian thanked the man who wheeled the large box into her house. Even though he was obviously out of breath by the end of bringing it in. Wjian slowly pushed the large box into her room.

The box was almost a foot taller than she was. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the box up as if she was opening a holiday present. Inside the box laid a tall, lean body. Their rich, dark brown skin had a nice healthy glow, like they had been recently moisturized. Wjian smiled as tears brimmed in her eyes; she couldn’t believe that Chaise was actually standing in front of her, her Chaise, in physical form. The android body was perfect from the soft curves in their face to the bouncy black curls. Wjian looked up at the Chaise who had been floating above her while she opened the box. He looked down between the box and Wjian astounded.

“Do you think… will this work?”

“I sure as hell am going to try.”

“Promise you won't just disappear.” She looked at him with hopeful but worried eyes. He gave her an uncertain look but nodded anyway. He drifted into the android and his translucent body vanished. The room was filled with eerie silence.

Wjian clasped her hands together, rubbing them slightly as sweat formed between them. Come on… Come on!

Chaise’s android body then whirred to life, their eyes fluttering as they leaned forward and stumbled out of the box.

“Chaise?” she leaned closer into the android body.

“Oui, Mon cher?” Chaise smiled.

Wjian carefully reached out her hand and gently caressed the side of their face. They were cool to the touch but not cold, and their skin was soft just like how it looked. He leaned into her warmth as if he was trying to steal it from her. He placed their hand on top of hers. Their eyes meet each other; their faces grow into smiles as they lose themselves in each other’s eyes.

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Chaise had fully gotten into the groove of using his android body and stopped touching himself like he was a new car that is. Took them a full month to work it the way he would any human body, minus needing to eat even though he likes to snack, and needing charging but depending on which port he uses he can look like any person sleeping.

Chaise and Wjian laid on her pastel comforter enjoying the presence of them close to one another. Chaise pulls Wjian to themself, he breathes deeply into her neck even though he didn’t need to. He pressed a faint kiss against a sweet spot on her collarbone.

“Mmh… Mi Tesoro,” Wjian called gently to the android lying against her chest.

“Oui?”

“Will you try on your new clothes for me?” She asked massaging her fingers against their scalp.

“But mon ange, I’m so comfortable here in your arms~” Chaise said, squeezing her closer to them.

“I wanna see you look even cuter than you usually do! I just want to spoil you querido~” Wjian whined.

“Mon Chou-”

Before he could finish Wjian pressed a kiss to Chaise’s lips. Their lips join in an enamored kiss, taking up each other's space in a fervor of loving emotions. Chaise held her chin gently in the kiss enjoying the moment as if it were his last then pulled away.

“Okay I’ll give you your little fashion show.” Chaise sat up and turned to face Wjian, holding her face in their hands as they peppered kisses across her face.

Chaise pressed one last lingering kiss to Wjian’s lips then walked across the room to the rack where all the new clothes Wjian had bought were located.

When his new body came, they had nothing but the scrubs they came in along with two extra pairs. Fortunately Chaise didn’t have to keep wearing them after they finished the set up process of their body, as Wjian’s generous benefactor cousin had sent some money to buy a wardrobe and accessories. Albeit they did send way too much money, Wjian had fun picking out clothes with Chaise so that was all that mattered to them.

Wjian had gone a little overboard with it though…

After buying clothes, shoes, and accessories in person they also bought hair dye so Chaise’s hair could look the way it did when they were a ghost; why the factory that made his body couldn’t do it they’ll never understand, Wjian had requested it after all.

When seeing how cute he looked Wjian insisted that they took pictures for her socials, then that they have a photoshoot to commemorate the occasion, so then she had to buy matching clothes. Then on an impulse she ordered even more clothes and accessories online.

“Okay let's see what I haven’t tried on yet. Chaise pushed back their fresh locs, gathering them up into one hand and wrapping them securely with a pastel pink satin scrunchie.

After browsing through the large selection of clothes on the rack they decided on a pair of light washed overalls with cute patches and a cropped pastel pink, yellow, and blue striped sweater.

Meanwhile on the bed Wjian scrolled through her favorite clothing store’s app to buy even more clothes, this time for herself though.

Their was a family reunion coming up and they were going to be staying at a five star resort. It would be the first time Chaise would be seeing her in a swimsuit and it would be the first trip they’ll have gone on together. Even if her family was their; she had to make sure she had a cute bathing suit for every day of the week.

Wjian looked up from her phone to see Chaise slipping out of the pastel robot sweatshirt and light blue shorts they wore.

“Ooh I think I like this outfit the best! Really sexy amor~”

“Haha very funny,” Chaise said, jiggling their legs to get the overalls on. They slipped on the sweater and snapped the buckles before bussin’ out a few poses.

“So? Have I… Captivated you Mon Amour?”

“Yeah you’ve captured my heart.”

“Tell me more, I didn’t know I did that~” Chaise teased as they walked ever so closer to Wjian.

“You were already as pretty as can be, then you put on those clothes and your hotness has been elevated to new heights. My heart was pounding so hard it broke out of my chest so it could belong to you and only you~”

“How Poetic, but that sounds painful Mon tendre, are you alright, I wouldn’t want you to die because of me,” Chaise knelt in front of her on the bed, taking her hand in theirs and trailing kisses upwards.

“I’ll be fine, your beauty heals me,so keep it.” she shrugged

“alors je protégerai ton coeur pour toujours” he planted a kiss on her knuckles.

“You better”

“Do I really look that splendid, Mon étoile?”

“Why of course. You really do look good in those clothes, but you would look even better on top of me,” Wjian smiled

“Oh. If you wanted me that’s all you had to say. I should’ve known a cockwhore like you only wanted one thing.” Wjian giggled, wrapping her arms around Chaise’s neck as she leaned in for a kiss.

Pulling each other to deepen their embrace; chests pushed against one another as they kissed. Wjian’s heartbeat sang at a fast paced rhythm as she slid under Chaise’s body. He leaned over her kissing between her lips and jaw.

Wjian let out a pleasant sigh as she enjoyed the feeling of him actually touching her and pressing on her skin. Chaise ran their fingers across her stomach then stopped to rest at her waist.

Chaise started to trail themself down her neck, switching spots on her with open mouth kisses. He licked a long strive along her collarbone. Making Wjian shiver and wiggle closer to him. She pushed her legs together for some friction but Chaise pulled her legs apart and placed himself in between her.

“You’ll get to feel good when I let you feel good. C'est compris!” He bit down on her shoulder, leaving a faint forming mark. She nodded slowly while trying to keep herself from pressing her legs around him.

Wjian trailed her fingers on Chaise’s smooth skin as he marked her upper chest. His once coolish skin had a slowly growing warmth.

“mmHm…” Wjian let out a faint whimper as she craved more action; lightly tugging at his arm to her chest.

“What, does my Salope want more attention than what I am giving her?” He gropes at her breast, making her arch into his touch. He moved his leg forward into her, making her squirm.

“If you don't say anything I'm going to keep doing what I want.” They removed their hand from her chest and smirked against her skin when she whined.

“Please, I want you…” Wjian whispered out in a shaky voice.

“What have I told you about not speaking up?” He scolded her and sat up off the bed and looked down at her.

“I want you to touch me, I want to feel you in ways I couldn't before!” Wjian half shouted her waterline glistened with specks of salty tears.

“que c'est chéri” he pulled her by the legs to the end of the bed. A smirk formed on his face as he crouched down between her thighs. Chaise kissed between her thighs trailing up to her waistband and sucking on her exposed midriff before they took the waistband of her leggings in between their teeth, pulling on it slowly.

Wjian struggled to hold in a giggle as Chaise waggled their eyebrows at her.

“Amor, come on you’ve gotten me all hot and bothered,” Wjian pouted.

“Good things come to those who are patient, Mon Chou,” Chaise smiled as they hooked their fingers on the inside of Wjian’s waistband before tugging them off and flinging them across the room.

Now in clear view Chaise could see Wjians soft pink panties. The material was sheer with little flowers embroidered and lace trim.

Chaise leaned forward trailing small kisses up her thigh then stopped to stare at Wjian as he teasingly smiled at her.

“You have a mischievous glint in your eyes. Why are you looking at me like that mi carino?” Wjian asked nervously, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Ma Cherie, your lustfulness always surprises me.” Wjian laughed nervously at Chaise’s comment as she rubbed her bare thighs together and turned her head to avoid his gaze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I know you planned on getting some from the start, these aren’t the same panties you had on this morning; didja think I wouldn’t notice?” Chaise asked, a wide grin sitting on their face

“You- you must have seen wrong, I’ve had these panties on all day.”

“Okay! But remember bad girls get punished~”

He ran his flat tongue up at her through her panties. Swapping a small circle over her clit. Saliva making a quick mess of her lingerie bottoms. Chaise held on to Wjian’s legs to keep her from wiggling about. Wjian's head lolled back into the edge of the pillow. Just as she was fully enjoying the sensation of his tongue he pulled away.

“Eh- What? Hey~” Wjian whined, a pout forming on her face.

He let out a chuckle at the frazzled look she had when she looked down at him.

“You wanna Tell the truth now?”

“Fine, I changed them when you were charging earlier! I may have been on reddit and gotten a little horny; but like today is the perfect day for us to break in your robo-cock and I wanted to dress for the occasion.” Wjian let out with a huff, her hands making wild gestures as she talked.

“Good girl; see that wasn’t so hard was it, now it’s time to reward my cute little slut.” Chaise grinned before leaning back down to eye level with her soaking arousal.

They pulled off her lingerie bottoms with his fingers. Pressed himself fully between her legs again. He rolled his tongue over her entrance causing her to let out a small cry. He slurped up her juices making obscene squelching noises that filled the room and likely the rest of the house, luckily they were home alone.

“A-aah Fuck that feels so good,” Wjian moaned, her thighs clamping around Chaise’s head.

“Divin goût ” Chaise groaned against her warm cunt, making her whole body shiver with ecstasy.

He sucked on her clit making mini shapes in his mouth as he did. Wjian made short high pitched moans as she pulled Chaise closer to her cunt. Her fingers tangled in between his locs, wrapping her legs around his head. He slid his finger into her soaking pussy slowly pushing the digit along her walls.

“More~”

“More what?” Chaise asked, pulling their finger out and brushing it up and down against her entrance.

“More fingers, please, mi corazon?”

“That’s a good little whore. I suppose so since you asked so sweetly.

They added another finger into her weeping heat and swirled his tongue in mixes with in hand movements. Wjian’s body began to tremble as she got closer to her climax.

His movements slowed down to almost stopping as he felt her tighten around his fingers resulting in a breathy whine. His eyes met with Wjian’s teary ones as she huffed out a half sob.

“I could use a bit of motivation chérie”

“Please…” she pants out.

“You gotta be more convincing than that.” he speeds up for a moment then stops completely.

“Please, Déjame terminar please i'll be good…lo juro!” she begs out to them.

“c'est mieux” he kissed her inner thigh before diving back into her cunt. Moving his fingers in rhythm of his tasting her folds making Wjian’s toes curl. Her thighs began to shake in wanton as she tried to hold back a scream.

“Don't hold back, let go.” Their voice slurred as he mumbled against her skin. He then made work getting her to finish.

“NaAhaA~” Wjian legged locked around Chaise as he nibbled on her clit. He pulled his fingers out and solely used his tongue to get her off. He placed his hand to pry open her shaking legs from around his neck. His tongue lapped across her wanting hole. Wjian felt like she was seeing stars as her whole body was hot. His tongue didn’t stop until he felt like he had thoroughly got the essence of Wjian’s juices. He only pulled back when she whined about being overstimulated. Real shame, chaise thought that she could have lasted at least two more times before getting to the main event.

Chaise pulled leisurely away, the sweet taste of Wjian lingering on his artificial taste buds. He messaged her spazzing thighs as she calmed down from her high.

“To think you were practically begging for it and you’re crying about being overstimulated, how pathetic.”

“It's your fault, you were edging me!” she pushed on his shoulder with her foot. Trying to make him stumble…it didn't work. He tighten his grip as warning but she just squirmed more even letting out a giggle as if she was challenging him.

“Oh~ keep acting like that and I'll have to put you in your place, Morveuse.” He grabs her by said foot and yanks her to meet his waist. Tracing up from her foot to grab the pillow-like fat on her thighs.

Chaise pushed wjian’s legs apart and put themself in between her. He unclipped his overalls so he could strip off the multi-color sweater and let it fall to the floor.

Wjian sat up to gain a closer look, this would be the first time seeing Chaise’s “meat thermometer” for her, they had specifically hid it from view whenever she tried to take a peek; even while testing their water lock feature in the shower Chaise covered themselves with a washcloth.

“If you’re gonna be all up on it might as well suck me off,”

“… Y-eah yeah,” Wjian said slowly, her eyes entranced by the large bulge in Chaise’s Savage X Fenty “Rebel Cherub Lace Boxers” in shade “Black Caviar”.

Wjian reached her hands up and snaked them around Chaise waist; the gentle caresses sent a chill up Chaise’s metal alloy vertebrate. Finally she pulled them down, allowing for the smooth cotton body fabric to pool around their ankles.

She runs her thumb over the length of their shift, faintly feeling him twitch. Circling the tip with her index finger to play with the strings of precum.

“There’s a surprise waiting for you at the end of the rainbow.”

Her eyes light up at the mention of a surprise and without hesitation or thought she takes his taint in her mouth. Wrapping her tongue his head.

Chaise leans over her in shock, accidentally pushing himself deeper down her mouth. They let out a loud groan that almost sounded like it was distorted. Wjian moans around him at the sensation of his long schlong tickling her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin, while she looked up at him with lidded eyes as she awaited for him to move in her mouth.

“Merde- mhm That's not what I meant ange…” He panted out; whipping away the drool that slipped out from her mouth. He looked away from her to regain their composure.

“Just forget it, the mystery mousekatool is a surprise tool for later.”

“Awhfw” she pouted around him causing him to let out a small whimper. He pulled himself out of her mouth with a pop, his dick falling on the side of her face, faintly slapping her cheek.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” she pants out.

On the nightstand, Chaise’s phone rings cutting off what they were going to say, Walking over Chaise picked up much to Wjian’s dismay as she whined and scooted closer to him.

“Favorite Son-in-Law!” The voice came ringing through the phone. Wjian stared at Chaise while they paced around the room.

“Hello ma'am, everything alright?” Chaise walked farther back so Wjian can no longer hear her mother on the other side of the phone.

“Yeah I can go get it.” Chaise began putting clothes on and Wjian looked at him wide eyed. He got fully dressed and put the phone in his pocket.

“What are you doing, Where are you going?” She jumped up but was quickly told to sit down.

“Gotta go out and get something.” They opened one of Wjian’s drawers and pulled a vibrator and stood in front of her.

He grabbed her legs and parted them and slowly pushed the toy into her. She let out a groan as she tilted her head back. Pushing their thumb on the toy it started to vibrate causing Wjian to shiver.

“écoute chérie, I'm going to step out for a moment so I need you to be the good girl I know you are and try not to cum until I get back.” he grabbed one of the pieces of fabric that was on the floor and wrapped it around her hands behind her making sure it’s tight enough so she can’t tug it out.

Chaise gets up, patting her head then walking to the door.

“Also, don't touch yourself either, not like you can like that.” He smirked; walking out of the room then out of the house.

Wjian flopped back onto the bed and pushed her legs together. A sheen of sweat began to form over her body. Her mind was fuzzy and she felt like she wasn’t in control of her body. The thing is she wasn’t in control and she loved it? Hated it?

Whimpering and squirming around on her bed as she forces her composer into submission so she doesn't cum.

Wjian POV

My body was hot to the touch, my legs were quivering but felt numb at the same time. I am trying every possibility to kill my libido but the constant swapping vibration between my legs is making it impossible. Where did Chaise go, why did he leave me like this and how much longer until They come back. What's going to happen if i cum before he gets back. I shiver at the thought of having to be punished because I couldn’t keep my own body in check.

The vibrator has been swapping between intensities ever since Chaise had left and I didn't realize what setting it was going to be on, until it was too late and the vibrations were on ten.

It would start at one then go to five then back to one before skyrocketing to ten and ending on a random number until it repeats. I count the levels in order to keep my fleeting sanity.

One, five, one, ten, one, eight, one, five, one, Ten, one, Three, one, five, one, ten, one, one, one, five, one, ten…

My mindless muttering is the only thing I can hear as I try to keep up with the switching levels of my toy. I shifted my position which turned out to be the greatest worst decision I could have made. My shift in positioning only served to push the toy deeper inside my drippy cunt.

“Ah~” I tense up all over and I don't know if I can last another second. My blanket was sticking to my wet skin, I pressed my eyes shut and squeezed them tight as I reached a scaling breaking point.

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, my whimpers filling the room; or maybe I was already crying and if that's the case I have no clue when it started. Whimpering out at random while I reach the closest version of calm could.

“Agradar,PleasepleasepleasePlease.” I beg out to no one, or maybe I'm hoping Chaise will hear me from wherever the hell they have left me to.

I’m sniffling around my tears. I think I'm going to pass out, my vision is getting slightly spotty. I whisper out random pleas or levels from the vibrator.

“I'm back!” The sound of my Savior devil walked into the house. Or I could be hallucinating the sound of their voice as I lose consciousness.

“Oh dear~” the sound of Chaise cooing at my slumping form.

Third Pov

Chaise untied Wjian’s arms and gently pulled out vibrator causing her to cry out and regain her senses. He heard her murmuring number patterns like it was her lifeline. Her legs were pretty much quaking in his hands.

He began caressing her skin, soothing the muscles of her thighs. She held her arms around him giving their neck weak kisses.

“You're absolutely soaking chère” he kissed her cheek and moved a thumb to her clit, stroking gentle half circles.

Wjian bucked her hips into his touch with a shrill.

“je vais te baiser, miellat you think you can handle that?” He kissed her jaw and neck waiting for her answer.

“Please…” wrapping her hands around his neck so she could so she can choke him pull him closer to herself.

Chaise leaned in to Wjian, pulling her closer into her and pressed a slow deep kiss before trailing down her jaw and neck, peppering kisses.

Wjian let out a whiney moan moving her hand to caress his skin. Chaise ran his tongue along her neck and ended the trail with nibbling on her ear.

“Are you fully conscious and ready to go now?” They whispered into Wjian’s ear.

“I was ready before you up and left me.” she wiggles under him, pressing her knee into their thigh; egging him on to do something other than kiss and massage her, not that she minds that she just wants more, needs it even.

“I bet you were but I promise that you'll enjoy what I got later.” He situated himself fully above her so he looked down at her, smirking.

“I better…” She looks away from him only to become startled when he parts her legs.

Chaise gives a satisfied hum at the look of his lover’s cunt to be still soaking. Swapping a finger over her to test her sensitivity. Deciding that she was on edge due to her whining he strips out of his clothes again and discarded them.

“Watch it! I could leave again if you want.” he slowly started to get up but she made a quick grab to stop him.

“That’s what I thought.” he pulled her to him; there hips colliding into each other. Squeezing the fluff of her thighs then put them around his waist.

Grabbing his dick in one hand, lubing his length with Wjian’s juices; collecting the glistening moisture by rubbing the tip in circles on her bajingo. They pushed the head of their dick into her with zero resistance making them both moan. Chaise bottomed out into Wjian. A sheen of sweat formed on Wjian’s forehead as she got used to the feeling of Chaise’s large size.

He was bigger and thicker than all the toys Wjian had. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. He planted light kisses on her skin as he waited for her go ahead. When she nods and tightens her hold on his arms, he smiles down at her.

He rolls his hips into her, offering Wjian playful shallow thrusts. She let out a faint sigh; wrapping her legs around their hips to push them deeper. Chaise continued to slowly roll into Wjian testing her waning patience with him.

“This feels nice and all but can you go faster?”

“Of course.” Chaise spoke through his cheeky smile.

He quickened his pace but kept to the shallow thrust. Swaying his waist at an even pace that made Wjian let out groans. Rocking into her with an unbothered haste that made his arms flex a bit. They leaned into one another for a kiss that gradually started getting sloppy.

Chaise leaned into Wjian’s chest and popped a titty in his mouth; sucking on her nipple between his teeth then going to the other and doing the same. Causing her to let out a surprised moan. She arched her back off the bed a little to meet his mouth.

Chaise pulled out, unlocking her legs from around him. Before Wjian could furrow her brows and complain she was being flipped over onto her stomach. Yanking her thighs to meet his own, pulling her into an arch.

Lining up with her again, working into her with stable thrust. She shivers in anticipation as his strokes built strength. Exchanging his once fast pace for more harder, focused movements that hit deep in her just right.

She lets out a loud moan when he angles his hips to hit her G-spot, killing the scratching want that was crawling about her body. He kept ramming into her at the same angle to draw out the same passionate shrills.

He traced his hand on her body: rubbing up her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, then holding in place with her hips, to her chest playing with them both in his smooth hand, pulling her back into him by the shoulder and finding a resting place at her neck.

“Ah~” They pulled her up into him.

“tu aimes cette salope” locking an arm around Wjian and gently squeezing the hand around her neck. Thrusting up into her with wanton that makes them both groan.

“Yes!” Wjian’s legs shook as the core winded tighter and tighter. “Sho~ good,” Wjian moaned out, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“Well I got something even better.” Chaise grinned deviously, a chill rain down Wjian’s spine; wetness pooled around Chaise’s disco stick and Wjian’s hips bucked closer to them. She was desperate for any kind of friction.

Chaise's heavy cock dragged slowly out of her and before Wjian could let out any sort of whine or complain Chaise pressed a finger to her plush lips.

Chaise sat down on the bed, his legs wide open.”And here we are, the grand surprise,”

“That your dick has LEDs?” Wjian asked with wide eyes.

“Wha- no you filled out my order request form why would you think that? I mean this!” Chaise grabbed Wjian’s hand guiding it to between their legs and behind their balls, was a familiar wetness.

“Is this…”

“A pussy, yeah,”

Without any hesitation Wjian leaned towards Chaise, diving head first into their drippy inviting cunt.

“AH- fuck you greedy slut~”

Wjian lapped at the gooey folds of Chaise’s muff. Chaise let out breathy moans as their fingers roughly grabbed Wjian’s blonde locks. She uttered a moan worthy of being on porn hub.

Chaise’s thighs clenched around Wjian’s head;the feeling that came from a clitoral orgasm was much different than what Chaise was usually used to. A clit was much more sensitive than a peen after all. The coil tightening deep in their core; winding and winding and winding; ready to snap at any given moment.

“Shi-shit~” Chaise cried out as Wjian slipped two fingers into Chaise’s yes yes square (you see it’s not a no no square cause consent is key!) Wjian scissored her fingers, trying to loosen the tight gummy walls of Chaise’s vagina.

Wjian was on a mission and by the sudden moan and their back arching off the bed, Wjian had completed it. She had found Chaise’s g-spot

“That feel good, amor?” Wjian asked curling her fingers to continuously caress against Chaise’s sweet spot, whilst simultaneously sucking his clit.

“Yes yes yesss! Ohmygosh keep going!”

Chaise’s head lolled back;their locs swaying with the lash of his movements. Closing his eyes and letting out a shocking shrill that startled Wjian while she worked them through the new version of a high. Leaving him panting and blurry eyed for a moment. After Chaise came…down from their senses Wjian pulled away licking her lips with a pleased smirk.

They pause for a moment, heartbeats matching into rhythmic pace. Wjian moved to rub Chaise’s back as their breathing returned to normal. Chaise leaned over to place a slow, tender kiss on her lips.

Lining up with Wjian’s suffocatingly tight, warm, cozy, wet, welcoming tasty, not to mention torentally downpouringly wet, friendly, adorable, delicious, wet, open and experienced yet closed and selective, fun loving, needy(but also very generous), large and in charge - but at the same time small and timid, independent but also very codependent, womanly- yet strong, wet, soaking honeypot(wet pussy!).

Chaise dived right into her dangerous and sexy ocean. Most men(women and enbies also) would drown in the sea of pleasure that was Wjian’s model type money making penis pocket but not Chaise. If Wjian was the wide and wondrous Caribbean then Chaise’s taint was the Wonder of the Seas Royal Caribbean International Cruise, large and in charge of her metaphorical dangerous waters.

Wjian let out a chorus of wanton moans as Chaise’s hips snapped against her ass cheeks, filling the room with lewd noises.

“Hah- time to kick it into maximum overdrive,” Chaise said.

At their words Wjian was struck with confusion but it quickly became apparent by the overwhelming pleasure.

It was vibrating. Chaise’s dick…

…Was Vibrating.

“Ah- FUCK!” Wjian exclaimed in confusion as her mind tried to comprehend the faint aggression of humbuzz that was now Chaise’s dick.

Chaise wrapped his arms around Wjian’s waist and flipped her around with precision and expertise. It all happened so quickly Wjian could barely comprehend it as she went from backshots to cowgirl.

“You handle me so well Amour,I could never get tired of this~”

“Oh dios, Ay dios mío!” she grabbed a hold of the arms that were wrapped around her. Chaise jackhammered into Wjian’s squelching cunt, her legs shaking as she struggled to hold herself up.

“Merde I’m so close,” Chaise groaned.

“Come inside! I need your cum all inside my pussy!” Wjian proclaimed her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“Oh~” Wjian's toes curled and she closed her eyes in an effort to savor her climbing climax that was falling into her grasp at a harsh velocity.

As waves of euphoria washed over Wjian, Chaise’s hips slowed and stuttered unevenly. Sticky white hot ropes of cum shoot into Wjian’s meat muffler. It was exactly what the slut ordered.

“I'm proud of you, you lasted longer than I thought.”

Chaise pulled out, sighing in deep satisfaction. Wjian laid on their chest, gently kissing their jaw before turning her head back to a comfortable resting position and taking in their body heat.

The familiar white viscous dripped down her thighs. They both smiled with a sigh and sweat fell from her pores. While they could've turned off the seminal ejaculation, Wjian said it would be fine, because like any good slut, she loved a good creampie.

While yes she might’ve been sticky from sweat and cum and all types of other love juices; and while yes her legs and back would be severely sore in the morning, this is what she had longed for; What they both longed for.

The gentle skinship, the tender kisses, the loving caresses; and yes there were certain things that weren’t possible for the two of them, they could work around it, because now they really have time.

Chaise was here to stay, and so was this relationship. Wjian was a gay ass gamer and Chaise, who has been her gay ass gamer chair, got a little bit gayer.

NOTES: We, Mind of the Hive One, Eseni Azuly, were given too much creative liberty by our co-author and do not apologize for the unhingedness of this story, it is a crack fic after all.

I am only half sorry. -Mind of the hive Two

So Darling Worker Bees, I hope you enjoyed the Gaymer Chair! If you did like this then we have other stories coming to Tumblr soon that are similar to this as well as some other projects in the works to stay tuned and tell all your deviant friends!

If you speak French or Spanish we the Anomaly Hivemind are so sorry for the translations if they are wrong, we do not speak those languages

Translations

French

Mon Chou- sweetie

Mon tendre- my sweet

Mon Ange- My Angel

Mon Cher- my dear

Mon Amour- my love

Mon étoile- My Star

Oui- Yes

Amour- love

alors je protégerai ton coeur pour toujours- then i'll protect your heart forever.

C'est compris- its understand

Salope- slut

Chérie- dear

que c'est chéri- what’s that darling

Divin goût - taste divine

c'est mieux- its better

Merde- shit/fuck

écoute chérie- listen honey

tu aimes cette salope- you like that slut

Ma Cherie- my dear

Spanish

Mi Tesoro- my treasure

Querido- my love

Amor- love

mi carino- my sweet

mi corazon- my heart

Déjame terminar- let me finish

lo juro- i swear

Agradar-please

Ay dios mío- oh lord

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