#mood tattoo chapter 1

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Just For Tonight | Ch. 1

Series Summary: Harry spots an angel in the crowd and he can't keep his eyes off of her. And, as if by some cosmic pull, he can't help but ask her backstage. But it's only going to be just for tonight. Or is it?

Chapter Summary: Y/n can't believe her luck when the famous Harry Styles invites her and her friend backstage after his concert is over.

Warning: 18+ only, smut

Word Count: 8646

Commissioned by anon (thank you!! xoxo)

Just For Tonight Masterlist

Almost 20,000 screaming fans, flashing and pulsing lights, percussion, string, vocals, bass, and ego with sex appeal dancing on the stage amongst it all. The entire floor of the venue, stage, walls, and all were vibrating and trembling along with the speakers that thundered with live music, and in the middle of it all the crowd danced and stomped along with the man of the hour. Harry Styles.

For Harry, tonight was a great night. When he performed it was usually pretty fucking great. But tonight, especially, everything was perfect. It was just one of those days that’s a good day for no real reason. The stars aligned, the moon’s gravitational pull balanced everything out, Mars was not in retrograde, and so on and so forth. Who knew what had made it such a lovely day? It just was and Harry was not one to question things like nature and science and destiny. He allowed it to bring him wherever it needed to take him. He was just a passenger on the ride of life.

And everyone in the building felt the same vibes. He just knew it. It had been a perfectly phenomenal day for everyone that he laid eyes on. How could it not? Every time he spotted someone in the crowd and smiled they screamed and jumped excitedly because they were also having a fucking fantastic day. So, okay, sure it might have had something to do with the fact that they were at a Harry Styles concert, and making eye contact with the one and only himself was bound to boost moods.

It was a thrill to wave or smile or call someone out and see their reaction. He loved the attention. Loved watching people swoon and cry out for him. He loved being loved and adored. And tonight, he was very much being adored.

When the song came to an end and the lights went down Harry picked up his Gibson guitar and stepped back up to the mic, signaling the song change. The light shined down over him as he stood gorgeously confident in his black custom Gucci suit sans shirt. His pecs and tattoos bared to the fans, a well-built body proudly on display. He had no reason to not show off. He knew he looked amazing. Not to mention it was also practical because his outfit and the hot lights were boiling.

He loved using old songs from his One Direction days and Stockholm Syndrome always got the crowd to go absolutely nuts. He stood bold and self-assured in front of the microphone as he strummed the guitar and started the song off. Looking at the fans in the center pit they went wild as his eyes roved the crowd, dimples carving into his cheeks at the reaction he got. He’d never get over it.

He began to sing and the sudden greatness of the situation was overwhelming. He knew the universe was giving him something very special at that instant as he strummed and leaned into the mic, belting the opening lines. He wanted to keep his awareness about him and not miss a moment. He was in his element.

And the reason he felt the atmosphere change, he was sure of it the second he laid eyes on her, was standing just right of center stage in the pit. An angel with long hair surrounded by a halo of glitter and the loveliest smile he’d seen in a long time. She wore a bodysuit with a flower pattern that hugged her curves with sparkles all over her skin and her shoulders, gleaming in her hair. Glossy pink and red sunglasses shaped like hearts on her face.

He couldn’t help but look at her as he sang and when he stepped away from the mic to let the fans scream the words he narrowed his eyes at the angel in front of the stage and gave her a quick wave, releasing one hand from his guitar to do so. Watching her pretty pink lips drop open wide when she understood he was waving at her she bounced a little and waved back. Harry’s eyes dragged down her frame again and he realized her tits were bouncing with her. He couldn’t help but notice it. They were supple and she was gorgeous. It was hard not to take her all in as she was.

She hadn’t realized it, until that instant, that he’d been looking at her. She figured that was impossible. There were so many other people next to her but the electricity that buzzed through her veins in that moment had her feeling like the only one in the audience. He continued looking at her through the song, his eyes finding hers as he sang and strummed. His smile deepened each time their gazes met and she felt like she was in a dream. Harry Styles was looking at her and grinning coyly each time his eyes landed on hers.

Y/n was an outspoken person. Someone who didn’t usually hold back with her thoughts and opinions. And even though having Harry looking at her and grinning was making the blood rush to her cheeks and her limbs tremble she knew she needed to call on her boldness to keep his attention. She had an idea before she’d even gotten to the concert that felt like something that would just stay an idea, would remain a little daydream fantasy. But now? She figured why not? She’d seen Harry prancing around at past concerts wearing sunglasses and hats the fans would toss up to him.

But she didn’t want to throw anything up on the stage at him for fear of hurting him or him not seeing it. She wanted to hand him the sunglasses. Maybe they’d even brush fingers. But with the way the stage was set up, she knew that was impossible. Security flanked the fronts and sides and she’d never be able to reach. Instead, she did the next best thing.

The next time Harry spotted her, which was only moments after she decided to enact her plan, she pulled her sunglasses off and pointed at him as she held them up. She was against the barricade near security and Harry’s eyes squinted as he looked at her hand and placed the mic onto the stand before kneeling down next to the man standing in front of the stage. He kept his eyes on the sparkly angel as he pointed at her and spoke to the man who nodded.

The transaction happened in a flash. The man smiled at her as she handed him the heart-shaped sunglasses and then suddenly Harry had them in hand and placed them on his face as he got right back to singing.

The crowd was raucous. Harry wearing cutesy, shiny heart sunglasses got everyone’s attention but Y/n was in awe that he was wearing her cheap dollar store find on his handsome face.

And when the song was over he pulled the sunglasses off and mouthed, “Can I keep these?”

Y/n nodded exaggeratedly and smiled as she bounced a little. It was the best night of her life; she was sure of it. The entire day had been amazing. From the moment she woke up to right then as she had Harry’s grin aimed at her it had been perfection. Even her outfit and hair were perfect. She knew it. It was just one of those days and she felt like it was all meant to be.

She danced and swayed to the songs, sang along with the crowd, and Harry kept giving her glances and cheeky smirks. He was definitely flirting with her.

“I can’t believe he’s keeping your sunglasses! What if he wears them after tonight and he’s photographed with them?” Y/n’s co-worker, Ady, was with her. She and Ady were loose friends. They got along well enough and both liked Harry Styles. So when Y/n scored two tickets and her best friend declined to go to the concert with her she asked Ady. She figured Ady would be willing given the colorful TPWK screensaver she had on her work computer.  

Harry began to interact with the signs in the crowd. Reading them aloud as he casually paced and laughed and made the fans laugh with him.

But as he walked toward the part of the stage where Y/n and Ady were standing Harry pointed directly at Y/n, “What’s your name?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to keep calm and Ady squealed next to her, “Her name is Y/n!”

Y/n turned to look at Ady and they laughed together but Harry continued, “Her name is what again?” He cupped his ear and leaned in to hear better.

This time Y/n was quick to react, “Y/n!!” She shouted as loudly and clearly as possible.

Harry stood up straight and laughed, “Y/n. Lovely. And your friend’s name?”

Ady shouted her name and Harry nodded, “Is it just the two of you?”

Y/n and Ady nodded with wide grins and Harry sauntered around in the spot as he motioned with his arms, “Y/n, here, gave me a pair of sunglasses and is allowing me to keep them,” he spoke to the fans and then looked back toward Y/n. “And I just wanted to say, thank you, Y/n. That was so thoughtful of you to give them to me.”

She placed her hand over her heart as she shouted, “You’re welcome!” And Harry placed his hand over his heart and winked.

An absolute dream. The whole night had been. The attention she was getting from Harry was something she’d never forget. She was positive that he found her attractive based on the way he kept looking toward her and grinning. It was one of those things that happen in life that make you spark and give you a giddiness that you’ll wake in the middle of the night thinking of or suddenly become overwhelmed with while you’re loading the dishwasher. Something that you take with you and sew into your bones and inwardly smile and gush over. Something that can’t ever be taken away. A small moment in time that’s yours to take with you forever.

Harry did his usual end-of-concert routine, including the whale before jogging off stage. The lights brightened slowly and the sounds of chatter and concertgoers laughing and singing filled the venue.

Y/n wasn’t ready to leave the magic of the concert but all good things must come to an end. As she and Ady were about to file out behind the other pit fans the security guard who handed her sunglasses off to Harry approached her, “You’re both invited backstage. Harry’s invitation.”

There was no way she’d ever get over that night.

The area was set up in two sections. A handful of fans and other people were all in one spot, a large room with foldout chairs and tables along the wall, and then there was another room opposite the large one, where Y/n and Ady were asked to stay. The room was small with a couch and coffee table, a few armchairs, a TV on the wall, and a buffet with pitchers of water and juices lined up with glasses and napkins at the end.

Y/n sat in one of the armchairs and Ady poured herself a glass of green juice, “Sure you don’t want anything?”

“I’ll get something in a minute. Just need a second to process everything. That was so amazing, wasn’t it?”

The pair talked about the concert as a man walked into the room and filled a glass with water for himself. He greeted Ady and then Y/n, “Hi. I’m Tommy.”

He sat down and made small talk for a bit, “So, this is the special guest room. Did you get a personal invite from Harry?” His grin was cheeky. Y/n didn’t know what any of that meant.

“Yeah, he invited us backstage after the concert was over. I gave him my sunglasses.”

Tommy nodded and raised his brows, “Ahh… I see. Well, he’ll be done out there soon.”

Soon was thirty minutes later. Tommy turned the TV on and handed the remote to Ady before he left the room. They got to meet Sarah and Pauli before they noticed some of the fans leaving and the other room slowly growing empty.

And when Harry finally walked into the room it was as if time stood still. That cliché was happening in real time. He wore a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt with tennis shoes, and a big smile as he looked at Y/n before greeting Ady with a handshake and a hug.

Y/n stood abruptly as Harry greeted her in the same way.

He sat on the couch and urged Y/n to sit next to him as Ady took the armchair closest and they all talked briefly about the concert. He asked more questions about how they knew one another and if they were from the area, what they did for a living…

He was perfectly polite and attentive. The man was gorgeous up close and Y/n tried not to let her imagination get away from her as he spoke and she watched his features and looked down over his tattooed arm and muscular thighs under his jeans.

Harry laughed at something Ady said and then ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Y/n, “I’m really glad you came. You have good taste in sunglasses. And music,” he chuckled at his joke and Y/n laughed with him.

“But um… would you be willing to stay back with me a bit? If you want?” He looked directly at Y/n as he asked but she didn't assume the question was only aimed at herself and of course, she was willing to stay back with him so she nodded and looked at Ady to make sure she was good with it too.

Just as Ady was about to say something Harry interrupted, “I’m really sorry. I can only have one person stay back per the rules, and since you,” he looked over at Y/n, “were so kind to allow me to keep your sunglasses, thought it would only be fair.”

The sudden realization changed the atmosphere in the room. He was asking Y/n to stay back. Only her. Not Ady.

“Oh, sure. Yeah of course. That’s fine,” Ady smiled and looked at her friend. “Y/n you stay. I’ll go back to the hotel and see you later then?”

It was awkward for sure. Y/n felt a little guilty for being so excited at the idea of being able to hang out with Harry one-on-one but at the same time, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even if Ady had said she would rather Y/n go with her she would have stayed with Harry. She was not going to miss whatever it was he had planned.

She was led into another room. One with a door that Harry closed behind himself. He watched as she looked around. It was what looked like a dressing room.

“Would you like a drink? Or something to eat?” Harry asked as he walked up behind Y/n and honed in on what she was looking at. The rack of outfits. He always had five to choose from for each show. Usually, there was one that was suggested but Harry liked making the final decision. Which also meant each outfit would be tailored the same day as a show regardless if he wore them or not. Now, the tailoring wasn’t much. It wasn’t as if Harry’s weight and size fluctuated all that much from show to show. But lately, he was bulking up a bit. His trainer had him working out for hours each day. Harry’s body was in the best shape it’d ever been in. So some seams were let out and there were a few little tucks and folds and bits that needed to be sewn last minute typically.

“What do you have to drink?”

Harry turned and opened up the mini fridge as he squatted down, “Let’s see. Beer, wine, tequila, whisky. I can get you anything you want, though.”

Of course he could.

“Tequila on the rocks? Is that okay?” She was feeling a bit uncertain. She didn’t know what to expect or what was allowed. She wasn’t sure what was going on in general. Her nerves were starting to erupt a bit at the idea that he might have her in his dressing room alone for something more than just a chat.

“Sure. I’ll have one with you.”

They sat next to one another on the couch and made more small talk. She was surprised that he stayed a couple of feet from her the whole time as he sipped his glass and asked her about her job, her family, a dog she mentioned.

When she’d finished her tequila she tapped at the glass with her fingernails and looked at Harry curiously, “So, um… should I be going now? What’s the plan?”

Harry laughed and gulped down the last of his tequila before clearing his throat nervously, “If you want to go you can but um…” he licked his lips and sat the glass down on the table next to his side and planted his green gaze on her pretty eyes, “I’m going to head to my suite in a bit. It’s really nice and big. Would you want to go back there with me?”

Y/n grinned and squinted her eyes at him, “What for? Are you planning on making a move on me or something?”

Harry sputtered out a laugh and his adorable dimples dug into his face. He hadn’t expected her to say it right then but he could tell she was a bold person. Knew from the start, when she got his attention with her sunglasses that she wasn’t shy and wouldn’t need lots of guidance. Which he preferred. Timid women were nice and all but Harry didn’t like to be the one to make the first move in most cases. He felt that wasn’t fair. He was famous and handsome and it was unlikely a girl would turn him down so he liked it when he was pursued a little. He liked it when the other person made the suggestions and led the way a bit. Felt more authentic that way.

“Do you want me to make a move?”

Y/n sighed and grinned back at him, “You’re not answering my question,” she turned to face him, the glitter on her arms rubbing off onto the couch. “Is that what this is? Because so far you’ve just made a bunch of small talk and you’ve listened to me ramble on about my boring job.”

Harry nodded. Fair enough.

“Okay. Yes. I wanted to make a move. But I feel like doing that in my suite gives us more privacy rather than here. It’s up to you, though.”

“There it is. So this was just a way for you to get me to come back to your room with you.” She smiled as she teased.

Harry laughed a breath out of his nose and nodded, “Yes, Y/n. I hoped you’d come back to my room with me. Will you?”

“Can I kiss you first and then make that decision? I need to know what I’m getting myself into before you get me all alone in your suite.”

Harry gulped and felt his chest get warm. Yes, she was perfectly bold. Exactly what he hoped.

He nodded, “Okay.” He scooted himself toward her body and she moved her hands up to his shoulders and laughed quietly at the absurdity.

Harry smiled and just before he could laugh with her he felt her soft, glossy lips on his and he melted. Her lips were warm and tasted like strawberries from the lip gloss she was wearing and her body was suddenly pressed into his.

When she licked over his lips Harry groaned as he opened his mouth to let his tongue slide out against hers. It all happened so fast and his head was spinning.

She determined she liked, no loved, the way he kissed. A little messy and wet. Plenty of tongue and small moans fell from his lungs. His lips were puffy and soft and she’d never imagined in her life that she’d get to feel his lips on hers but here they were licking and sucking and making out on a couch in his dressing room after his concert.

When she parted they both gasped and their expressions mirrored each other. Blown-out pupils, drooped lids, pink, wet lips, and harsh breaths inhaled into their chests.

“Yes. I’ll go with you to your room.”

They couldn’t go together. Out of necessity. She was taken in a separate car to his hotel and then ushered to the penthouse suite he was staying in.

And she understood the hullabaloo. She knew it was necessary. Not only had she been a fan of his since his One Direction days, and had seen how his fans were crazy, but she also got to see it with her own eyes all the young girls outside of the hotel waiting for him to appear.

His suite was just as posh as she thought it would be. Tall windows overlooked the city lights. The room she entered had tall ceilings, a piano along the wall, flowers on an elegant table, wainscoting wrapped the walls from edge to edge, large wooden doors with intricate carvings, a huge leather couch, and two wool woven armchairs on either side with a low-profile wooden coffee table in the center that looked antique. A huge flatscreen TV across from the couch, a chandelier above, expensive artwork adorned the walls, and a fireplace on the other side with another sitting area and plush pillows piled over the chairs.

Not wanting to wait another second to feel her lips on his, Harry pulled her into his arms and they continued right where they’d left off.

Wet lips and tongues gliding together slowly until Y/n pulled his elbow, “Let’s sit down.”

Harry followed her to the loveseat that faced the fireplace and gestured for him to sit as if it were her room. He nodded and sat, keeping his legs spread apart as he watched the pretty girl climb over him and straddle his lap.

The moment she sat down she felt him under her. He was rock-hard.

“You poor thing. Do you need help, Harry?” She looked at him innocently as he parted his pink lips and nodded.

“Yeah? What do you need then?” She dipped in to kiss him again as she rocked herself over him and he groaned at her moxy. She was quite confident. Harry was already in love.

“Anything. Whatever you want.”

She kissed down over his jaw slowly and heard his chest vibrate as she got lower. What did she want? Well, she wanted to look at him. Wanted to perceive his body up close without any clothes. Wanted to touch his skin and see his tattoos and kiss his pecs and his abs. She wanted to see him.

“Let’s get your clothes off. I want to see you, Harry.”

He was not shy about his body. He’d never been. He had absolutely no problem whatsoever hanging out naked in front of friends or wearing only briefs in front of his family. Though some would urge him to put clothes on, Harry didn’t care if anyone saw his schlong or his balls (well maybe he didn’t want his mom and his sister to see all that).

So when he began to take his clothes off and kept his eyes on hers she watched as he exposed skin little by little. His chest came into view. The laurels, the butterfly, the swallows… He was a god.

But then, when he stood to remove his pants she got to her knees and stuck her fingers into the band of his Calvin Klein underwear, and looked up at him, “Can I take these off of you?”

“Please.”

She smiled at the please. She was tempted to run her palm over the large bulge under the fabric of his briefs first but she decided she couldn’t wait any longer to see him. The moment she pulled the stretchy material down and his cock plopped outward toward her face she moaned as she looked at it closely. Continuing to pull his briefs down his legs, she kept her eyes on his hardened organ. It looked heavy.

“Harry…” she breathed out a moan and looked up at him in all his naked glory. It was even better than she imagined. “Fuck.”

Running her hands up his thighs she focused on the tiger tattoo and delicately kissed over the ink. The solid tissue under his skin was taut. He was strong. His thighs were thick with muscles. Good for a nice hard fuck with lots of stamina, she imagined.

“Can I touch your pretty cock, Harry?” She asked him as she looked up from her spot on her knees. Y/n was still fully dressed but she needed to worship his body for a bit first. It was very important. His build was perfection and he deserved the praise and attention for it.

“Yes, please.” He nodded.

She grinned and tilted her head, “I love it when you say please.”

She turned her focus to the thickened cock before her. He was so hard the foreskin was effectively pulled back revealing his engorged, pink tip. Smooth and pretty. She flattened her palms along either side of his dick over his trimmed pubes and let her fingertips reach up to the laurels at his hips before she grazed her thumb along his shaft.

Harry gasped as he watched her touch him and inspect him. He loved her attention.

“You’re so warm,” she cupped her palm under his shaft and lifted upward. “It’s heavy.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips over the laurels on his hips and sighed as his cock nudged against her chest. The man was incredible. A work of art. She smoothed her palms upward to his stomach and over his abs, tight and well-muscled. Masculine. Pretty.

Y/n had always appreciated how attractive and fit Harry was from afar. Making up scenarios in her head that allowed her to touch him and lick him and do ungodly things to him. Imagining he’d pluck her from the crowd and invite her backstage and then bring her back to his room and fuck her brains out. And she felt like her fantasy was now becoming a reality.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you and see you up close. You’re so sexy, Harry,” she purred as she brushed her hands down to his sides and around his low back as she looked up at him standing over her, “Can I put it in my mouth?” She directed her eyes to his cock and then back up to him.

“If you want. Is it easier if-“

“Just like this. Just need you in my mouth,” she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and lifted him upward, and licked the underside of his cock all the way to the tip. He tasted clean. She could tell he’d showered after the show. He smelled good and he looked even better.

Harry wasn’t sure what to do with his hands but he settled on putting his fingers at the back of her head gently. Not to push her or force her down but just to feel her in his hands and to touch what he could reach.

Kissing the ridge of his frenulum she kept her eyes upward on his as she widened her mouth and put her tongue out before gently wrapping her lips around his smooth tip. Harry’s mouth dropped open as he watched her take him.

She licked and sucked the tip as she slowly stroked him at his base. Pulling back she smiled up at him, “You’re so long. I don’t think I can take you all the way. I’m gonna do my best to make it feel so good for you.” With that, she put his tip back into her mouth and got to work.

Harry groaned and let out the smallest whine, “S’okay. You’re perfect. Just like that, angel.”

She smiled around him and moaned softly at the little nickname. Angel. She figured that was cute.

With her free hand, she brushed her fingers over his thigh and the fine hairs over his skin. There wasn’t any single part of him that wasn’t gorgeous.

Bobbing her head and getting into a good rhythm she found that she could take him a little more. He was still quite thick, though, and it proved difficult.

“You don’t have to… fuck, fuck!” Harry moaned. She felt so good around him doing it just like she was. If she couldn’t deep-throat him he’d still be the happiest man on the planet at that moment. “Don’t have to go so deep. I wanna taste too…” he panted his words.

She pulled back when she tasted his precome and kissed her lips down his shaft to his pubes, seeing flecks of her glitter in the thatch of hair that surrounded his thick base, and then looked up at him before shifting to stand up. She dipped in to kiss his butterfly tattoo, gently poking her tongue out as she went and then upward to his pecs. Using her tongue she lapped at the muscle and wet his nipple before kissing all around, feeling his hair tickle her lips as she let her mouth drag over his skin. She traveled to the other side, her hands on his ribs, kissing and licking at his pectoral.

She sucked his nipple into her mouth and moaned when he gasped in response. Up she ventured to his swallows just under his clavicle, kissing the ink over his bone and skin and then his neck again.

“You’re gonna make me come just like this. Holy shit.” Harry was so hard it hurt and her lips on his skin felt like magic. “Please. Let me lick you too. Take this off.” He pleaded as he plucked at the fabric of her bodysuit.

Y/n stood back and began to unzip the back as she watched Harry. The girl was gorgeous already. Her hair with glitter and soft lips, round doe eyes… but when her tits softly bounced from the fabric she had them trapped under he nearly fell to his knees.

Her nipples were already tight and hard and the flesh that surrounded them was indulgent. Plump. He watched as she pulled the material down her body until she was nude. She’d had nothing on under her bodysuit.

Harry reached to cup her breasts and the moment his palms found her delicate skin and felt her nipples pressing into his hand he leaned down and wrapped his lips around her nipple.

Harry Styles pink lips were sucking on her nipple. The Harry Styles (she repeated in her mind). She didn’t know what sort of good thing she’d done in life to deserve having this happen but she would not question it. She stuffed her fingers into his soft curls and cooed at him, “Feels so good, Harry. I love having your mouth on my skin like this.”

Harry squeezed and kneaded and licked and sucked. He peppered kisses over every inch of her breasts until Y/n was keening and her fingers were tight in his hair.

He pressed his lips to hers and pulled her toward the big bed, her back hitting the mattress solidly before he climbed between her legs and moaned at the state she was in, “Just need a taste. Is that okay?” He looked up at her, his hands smoothing from the inner bend of her knee up toward the top of her inner thigh, inches from her pussy.

“Yes. Of course, it is.” She was going to say more but the words caught in her throat as she watched him go in tongue first. Her cushiony crease was damp and tasty.

Pushing her deeper into the bed, he kept himself between her thighs before putting his arms under her hip and pushing his shoulders against the back of her thighs to keep her spread and open for him.

He began to lick and lap as he watched her eyes. The scruff on his face brushed at her soft skin and her pussy lips felt it too. But she was not going to stop him. She hoped she had scruff burn, or whatever the equivalent of a carpet burn from being eaten out by a man with an overgrown trim on his face was called.

Soft and wet and cushy. Harry was gentle with his licks and kisses. He was wetting his lips and tasting her arousal, swallowing it down, and digging in a little deeper when she started to pant and swivel her hips.

Suddenly the quick flicking of his tongue on her clit caught her off guard from the subdued licking and kissing he’d issued her at first. She moaned as she watched his pink tongue ravage her button. He was pushing into it, flicking it, pressing it down, lifting it up, and then… then he looked into her eyes as he wrapped his lips around her clit and pulled it into his mouth. Slurping noises took over the easy slushy sound of his tongue licking through her folds.

“Harry!” She craned her neck to see what sorcery he was performing, “You’re so good. Right there… yes!”

He had a few go-to cunnilingus moves. This one always seemed to get the biggest reaction the fastest. It also brought women to orgasm in record time. It took some practice but he’d suck the clit and continue flicking his tongue while applying pressure with his mouth over the pelvis.

And the way she was squirming indicated she was enjoying it very much.

He released her clit and then went back to slow licks and kisses up her crease. He stopped at her entrance and lapped at the slick spot for a moment before sticking his tongue inside as far as it would reach. Nuzzling in as close as he could get, he poked his tongue in and out and nudged his nose to her clit, rubbing back and forth.

“Fuck! Yes… Oh my god!”

Harry gently rocked his hips down into the mattress. His cock was throbbing. But he wanted her to come.

Y/n saw his motion and could tell he must be aching. And as much as she’d have loved to let him take his time and eat her out it could take awhile to get her to come from that alone. But she knew one thing that would satisfy her like nothing else.

“H…Harry?” She panted her words as he continued working at her pussy with his mouth.

He lifted his face, “What is it?”

“Would you… Do you want to have sex?” She wasn’t sure if that was where this was headed. Oral sex was great of course. But she’d seen his cock and his body was strong and lithe and she knew he’d be good at fucking. It was all she could think of. Having him inside of her, splitting her open, moving into her repeatedly…

Harry sat up, his chest red and his cock even redder, “Sure. I mean… I’d love that. But this,” he gestured toward her and then himself before putting his palm back on her inner thigh, “is only just for tonight. I just want to make that clear. I’m still on tour and… well you know.” His breaths were deep and ragged.

He hated to give the spiel right then, but it hadn’t come up and if there was one thing he learned in all of his years of having casual sex, it was to be upfront even if it put a slight damper on the mood. It was better than waiting until afterward.

She nodded and grinned, “Well yeah. I didn’t think you’d propose to me or anything. I know what this is. Just for tonight.”

Harry and Y/n positioned themselves on the bed into the pillows and Harry reached over to grab a condom but Y/n took it from him before he could open the wrapper, “Let me put it on you, big guy.”

Harry clenched his jaw and watched the pretty girl tear the wrapper and then straddle his thighs as she held his thick shaft in her palm so she could position the condom over his head before slowly rolling it down over his shaft, “Mmm… It’s tight on you. You’re so big, Harry.”

His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Harry was a big fan of having his ego stroked. Loved being complimented. Praised. Loved when his cock was fawned over.

When the condom was on, Harry grabbed her hips as she climbed over him, lowering her pussy against his condom-covered cock and slipping up and down his shaft to wet the condom.

Glitter was everywhere. On his torso, on her tits, his shoulders, her thighs. She was too far gone to worry about what that could mean for later. She just wanted to feel him inside of her. She ached to have him inside of her.

Their mouths met again as they moved slowly together. Y/n could feel Harry’s tight grip on her thigh and then as he moved one hand to cup her ass, he squeezed and bucked up gently.

She couldn’t wait to get him inside of her so she lifted herself to her knees and placed her hands on his shoulders, “Can I fuck myself on your pretty cock now? You ready to feel me?”

Harry moaned, “God yes.”

Harry was in awe of how she was speaking to him. Not shy and not over the top with how she was taking the lead either. She still allowed him to do things he wanted, but she took initiative and it was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced.

She grasped the base of his cock and looked down to where they were pressed together as she placed him at her entrance. Harry’s rigid cock was thick and she felt how tight the fit was the moment she slid down over his crown.

Harry groaned and moved both of his hands to her tits and squeezed as she took her time sitting over him.

“You’re so hard, Harry. So thick. Do you feel that?”

Harry’s head was spinning. Y/n was exactly what he needed for the night. The perfect combination of sexy and bold. An angel who knew what she wanted and took it. “Yes, angel… god… gonna dream of this forever,” he looked into her eyes once she was finally seated over him, his dick pressed into her so deep she was sure there had never been anyone that had reached that far into her before.

She knew this was just for the night. Understood Harry’s reasoning and figured that’s what this was going into it. But this was something she’d never forget. She’d always look back on this fondly. And even though he was looking at her in such a way that felt far more intimate than it should, she wouldn’t allow herself to wonder what it would be like to see him again. Because that was definitely not going to happen.

When she began to glide up and down shallowly they both panted in shaky breaths. Harry was glad the condom was giving him the slightest barrier so he didn’t come immediately. Because her tits and her skin, the soft specs of glitter, her lips, and tight pussy were begging for his orgasm. Begging for his come. Everything about her was sex. A gift in the form of a glittery angel that was coaxing and urging an orgasm from him.

“You’re gonna make me come so hard. Fucking perfect,” Harry whispered as she slowly ground over him and pressed her clit into his pelvis.

She nodded and smoothed her hands up, one at the side of his neck, the other on his jaw, “Yeah? My pussy feels so good, doesn’t it? Nice and tight around you. I just know I’m gripping the fuck out of your big cock.”

She moved slowly over him. Gently riding herself on his dick and keeping her clit stimulated as they kept their eyes on one another.

Finally, she leaned in and pressed her lips on his neck and squeezed at the opposite side of his throat as she nipped his skin and drew her mouth upward to his jaw, “God it feels so good, Harry.”

It did feel good. The best maybe. She loved that she got to be in control a little. Loved how he was letting her take the reigns. But she did want him to fuck the life out of her. Put his strong muscles to work. To make a loud chorus of sex sounds and moans bouncing off the walls of the suite.

Stopping her gentle rocking and grinding she licked into his mouth slowly before pulling away, “I need you to fuck me so hard that I feel it for days. Okay? Since this is all we get, want to take you with me through the week.”

Harry let out a whimpered laugh as she removed herself from his lap. Harry followed her and climbed over her as she laid herself down on her back.

He would give her exactly what she wanted. Harry could fuck. That was for certain. He didn’t work out as hard as he did for no reason. And he was attentive so he knew he could at least make it fun. He hoped to give her an orgasm and that was the goal. But if she wanted it hard, wanted to feel him for days, he’d make sure of that.

He pushed himself between her thighs and pulled her hips toward him, elevating her bum off the mattress the slightest as he placed his fingers on her clit, “I’ll fuck you hard, angel. But you tell me if you need anything or you need me to stop. Okay?”

Y/n nodded and grinned at him, “Give it to me, Harry,” she moaned and rolled her hips upward, pressing her clit into his hand. Her thighs were angled upward with her feet flat on the mattress, her bottom resting between Harry’s thighs as he sat back on his haunches. This position would give him plenty of leverage to fuck into her hard and deep using his strong thighs.

Harry’s whole shaft was already coated in her as he lined himself up with her pussy. Removing his fingers from her clit he leaned forward and gave her tits an obligatory squeeze before he pushed his tip in, feeling the tight snap of her muscle expanding and receiving him.

They moaned in unison at the feel of him entering her slowly. He pressed in and slicked himself back out to the tip, watching the way she stretched around him, perfectly wet and aroused for him. And the next plunge he took wasn’t slow at all. She gasped as he slammed himself in to the hilt and held onto her hips, knocking her upward and making her tits bounce.

His pace was relentless and she knew it would be. He was strong and full of stamina. Each thrust and prod into her guts felt deeper and deeper and sharper and achier. She loved it.

She could barely get a single moan out with the way he was punching himself into her.

And just like she wanted, the sounds of sex surrounded them. Skin thudding together wetly, the smallest squeak of the bed rocked in time with his harsh thrust as he hammered into her, and their deep breaths and moans.

The view of her pussylips gripping him on each stroke was phenomenal. The smells, the sounds… The way her tits bounced and her mouth was dropped open. He knew at the very least she was enjoying it.

She moved her hand down her torso and to her clit while the other hand grasped onto one of Harry’s forearms where he kept a tight grasp on her hip.

Soaked. She was absolutely drenched. Her fingers slid over her throbbing button back and forth as Harry thrusted himself in and out deeper and deeper.

“This what you wanted, angel?” Harry asked the pretty girl who was quite clearly fucked out and flopping upward every time he plunged in balls deep.

Her tongue slid over her wet lips, “Oh! Fuck, Harry!” She gasped loudly.

Coming to a halt, he buried himself in until his balls were pressed into her bottom and he undulated his hips to punctuate just how deliciously deep he was inside of her.

She sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of his cock grinding into her, [TK1] “You’re fucking me so good right now,” her chest was rising and falling and Harry couldn’t help when he brought a hand up to her breasts to fondle and press over her nipples, thumbs gliding over the supple skin. She sucked in a sharp breath and stretched her neck, keeping her eyes on his, “But you can always go harder.”

Harry blinked and coughed out a laugh, “Really? You want harder? Can I spank you?”

Y/n nodded quickly, “Fuck yes.”

And that was that. Harry loved a good spanking (whether giving or receiving if he were honest). He pulled out from her sweet pussy and lowered himself over her to kiss her mouth quickly.

But the moment he pulled away she was sitting up and turning herself around to give him access to her ass. On her hands and knees, she looked at him from over her shoulder and noted the way he was taking her all in.

He whined and grabbed onto the globes of her bum and smushed the flesh in his hands. Smoothing his palms over the expanse of her backside he brought them down to the backs of her thighs and then back up, letting his thumbs drag inward and through her wet pussy crease before finally issuing the first harsh strike.

She jumped at the sudden impact but when his palm came down on the other side she melted into the way his big hands felt on her. The sting and the leftover burn. Repeated smacks on either side were interrupted when he slammed his cock into her.

“Fuck I need to be inside of this pretty pussy.” He continued smacking her bum as he drove into her with long and hard strokes, bucking into her with meaningful thumps.

Y/n grasped the blankets under her and kept herself steady but by the time he was finished bruising her backside, his hips began to rock into her at a jarring pace once again. She slowly began to slip forward from his force.

With the front of Harry’s thighs pressed into the back of hers he put an arm under her middle to keep her from slipping too far down. His other hand moved from her hip down to her bum and pulled at the cheek as he rutted into her, a steady clatter of bodies knocking together.

Y/n reached down to rub her clit again, pushing Harry’s arm out of her way. He breathed out a laugh but moved his arm, bringing his other hand to the other side of her bottom, pulling both cheeks apart so he could watch himself sink into her over and over again. Small bits of her white cream were smearing over his condom and he imagined what it might look like to fill her up with his come and fuck himself into her, pushing his own orgasm deep into her insides.

“Harry!” She managed to cry out. It was difficult to speak at all but she was so close and the way he was rocking his hips into her in heavy plunges was perfection.

“I know, angel! You gonna come?” Harry’s words were strained. He was holding out for her to come first. Wanted to feel the squeeze and the throb of her pussy around him.

“Yes! Keep going!”

Harry could feel her fingers brushing against his balls as she rubbed her clit rapidly.

“M’gonna come… please, Y/n! Come for me angel!” He was trying his very best to stave off his orgasm but the view of her taking him and the sounds of him wetly plunging into her were sending him over the edge.

Suddenly Y/n removed her fingers from her clit and brought her hand behind her to grab Harry’s and pulled it forward, placing his palm over the front of her neck, “Choke me.”

Harry groaned as he put one palm flat onto the mattress next to her and used his other hand to squeeze at the sides of her neck. His strokes became slower, his hips pasted to her, pushing inward deep and heavy and sticky.

She sucked in one desperate gasp before his grip tightened just enough that she began to feel that sparkly, wooly stupor she loved with being gently choked. She reached for her clit and all she could focus on were the sounds of Harry grunting and moaning softly into her ear and the feel of his cock lodged deep into her guts. He wasn’t pulling back, only fucking himself forward, deeper and deeper as she submitted to her orgasm.

Harry could hear her wet gurgle and feel the way she vibrated under his body as he rocked into her and then the pulse of her soft walls, wrapped around his cock, gripping him tight as she fell into the realm of stupor and ecstasy.

He let go of her neck and straightened himself out, putting his hands onto her bottom and spreading her as he began to pound into her, long, smooth strokes of his cock nudging into her insides, stretching and splitting her as she came with shaky thighs.

“Fffucckk!” He threw his head back, the image of her swollen, wet, fucked out pussy seared in his brain as he began to come into his condom, filling it up with warm liquid. He groaned loudly into the suite as his balls were being properly drained, wishing, imagining he was giving her his come, coating her insides with him where her body would receive, swallow it, and use it accordingly.

“Oh my god, Harry!” Y/n gasped. He had nudged himself in as deep as he possibly could and the throb of his heavy cock in her felt like decadence. She couldn’t wait to check out the marks his fingers left behind the following day. The little secret only she’d know.

They collapsed together into the bed, Harry pulling out and carefully taking his condom off, discarding it on the floor without much care.

“You’re gonna stay here with me tonight?”

She let her fingers slowly work their way up his abs and over the butterfly, “If you want me to. I don’t mind leaving.”

She didn’t want to leave and Harry didn’t want her to either.

“I want you to stay. I’ve got a wake up at 9 am for a training session so, we can get you a taxi to your hotel or wherever you need then,” he sighed and dug an arm under her shoulder, dragging her toward himself.

Closing her eyes and smiling into his shoulder she nodded, “That sounds great.”

It was a shame this was all only for the night. He’d been an excellent lover, but it was fair of course. He was a busy, famous, pop star. She couldn’t blame him for setting that boundary. She was glad she even had the chance with him at all.  This would definitely be something she’d never forget.

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Fire and Fire (Seungcheol x F!Reader)

Summary: You and Seungcheol both run hot. It doesn’t help that you share everything important: a job, friends, office supplies, and a deep burning hatred for each other. While competing for the same work promotion, you slowly start to confront the realization that maybe Seungcheol isn’t as terrible as you thought. Maybe he’s the spark that will keep you from burning out.

Genre: Office!AU, Enemies to Lovers

Pairings: Seungcheol x Reader, Mingyu x OFC, Joshua x Jeonghan

Word Count: 52,314 😱

Warnings: Alcohol use, angst, tattoos, pining, jeonghan is a highly questionable HR manager, microsoft powerpoint hate space, named reader, smut, oral sex, safe sex, masturbation, romance, seungcheol and the reader fall so hard for each other and end up disgustingly in love

Read on AO3: Fire and Fire

All four chapters are available as of today!

Playlist: AURORA (feat. Crush) - Penomeco | Picky Baby (feat. BIBI) - Owell Mood | End of the World (feat. GSoul) - Epik High | Tattoo - ELO, Jay Park | Problem (feat. pH-1) - Jiselle

Comments/reblogs are always super appreciated! There may be spinoffs to this so if you have any interest in more, please let me know!

[sherewrytes]

Half crazy, Toji x reader

↳ Toji Fushiguro x f! black reader

summary. You were always told by your family to stay out of trouble, get your degree, get a good job, and live a good life. Simple rules to follow. You somehow caught the eye of probably the most problematic person in your university but why did it intrigue you to find out more about him.

Toji Zenin/Fushiguro saw you for the first time strolling past him and his friends in front of the university's library. Something about you drew him in. He never saw someone like you before, focused, poised and dedicated to their degree. Always in the library or hanging out with friends, not really partying much. He wondered when curiosity would get the better of him to approach you, but he knew the life he lived would be too problematic for someone as sweet as you.

genre: heavy angst, modern au, 18+, explicit smut, dark romance,

Mafia Au, street racer au, dark romance au

Character look book

fic warnings. ooc, profanity, mental health issues, toxic relationships, cheating, explicit smut, drug use, mentions of depression + more to be updated as story progresses.

Please read with proper discretion. this is a work of fiction. all characters are written to portray roles that are necessary to the plot and are in no way a reflection of their canon counterparts.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

Chapter 1: Limerence at first sight.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees lining the university courtyard as you adjusted your headphones, the smooth beats of SZA blending into the sharp riffs of Paramore. Your playlist mirrored your mood—calm with an edge, always somewhere between soul and rebellion. With a backpack full of architecture textbooks and your sketchpad and iPad tucked under your arm, you walked toward the library, letting the rhythm guide your steps. You were just wrapping up your first year, and architecture school was no joke. Still, you thrived under the pressure.

But as always, trouble had a way of showing up when you least expected it.

Outside the library, lingering by the steps, was a group that you had noticed more than a few times. Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, and of course, Toji. They were infamous on campus, but not because of their academic standing. Sure, they were all enrolled, but their reputation as street racers and rumored connections to something darker made them the subject of hushed whispers in the halls.

Toji Zenin—though no one called him that. He went by Fushiguro, his mother’s maiden name, and most people had learned not to ask why. Tall, broad, and intimidatingly quiet, Toji’s presence demanded attention. Tattoos snaked up his forearms, disappearing beneath the sleeves of his black fitted t-shirt, and the scar running along the left side of his lips only added to the danger in his look. His eyes—dark, sharp, and always calculating—were the kind that made you feel like he could see right through you.

You felt his gaze on you before you even looked up.

As you approached the steps, you noticed the subtle shift in his posture. He was leaned back against the wall, smoking casually, a cigarette dangling between his lips. His dark eyes flicked to you, scanning you from head to toe, but he didn’t say a word. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if in amusement, before he went back to his conversation with Sukuna. His friends—Sukuna with his wicked grin, Geto with his long hair pulled back, and Gojo, as cocky as ever—were all laughing about something, their voices low and careless.

You had heard the rumors about them. Everyone had. They said Toji and his crew weren’t just street racers—they were into some shady business, underground stuff that no one could quite prove but everyone loved to speculate about. Drugs? Guns? Something worse? It didn’t matter. People talked because they didn’t understand.

But you weren’t the type to buy into that. Sure, they were rebels, but they were street racers—thrill seekers. The tattoos, the late-night races, the attitude—it was just a part of their image. The campus made up half the stories, anyway. You doubted Toji was into anything more than his cars, racing, and the occasional brawl when someone crossed him.

Besides, if they were as bad as everyone said, they wouldn’t still be walking around campus, would they?

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, snapping you back to reality. It was a message from Shoko, your best friend and the only person who really understood your love for blending R&B with punk rock.

Shoko: “Where are you? Mei Mei’s being dramatic again, come save me.”

You smirked, typing a quick reply. “On my way.”

One last glance at Toji before you made your way inside. He was still watching you—casually, lazily, like he didn’t care if you caught him staring or not. But you weren’t the kind to give it much thought. You shot him a quick look, raising a brow as if to say, Really? before heading into the library.

Inside, Shoko was already draped across your usual table, her hoodie pulled low over her face, scrolling through her phone with an air of indifference. Shoko had that effortlessly chill vibe that matched your energy.

“You look like hell,” Shoko deadpanned, pushing her hood back as you dropped your stuff onto the table.

“Thanks,” you snorted. “Long day. What’s this drama with Mei Mei?”

Before Shoko could answer, the sharp click of heels against the library floor announced the arrival of Mei Mei herself—rich girl, socialite, and the queen of unnecessary drama. Despite her extra attitude, Mei Mei wasn’t bad company, and she had an eye for design that rivaled yours.

“You’ll never guess who’s throwing a party this weekend,” Mei Mei announced, flipping her sleek hair over her shoulder as she sat down. “Everyone’s going. Even your favorites.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not this again.”

Mei Mei smirked. “Oh, come on. I saw the way he was looking at you outside. Toji Fushiguro. He’s into you.”

“Or maybe he’s just into staring,” you shot back, pulling out your sketchpad. “Either way, I’m not interested.”

Shoko leaned back, folding her arms with a lazy grin. “Yeah, sure. But you didn’t see him outside. That was more than a stare. He was practically sizing you up.”

You shrugged it off. You knew they had a reputation, and maybe Toji wasn’t the kind of guy you got involved with, but something about the way he looked at you was different. It wasn’t the typical arrogant glance guys gave you. There was something deeper, more calculating behind his eyes, and it was hard to shake.

Still, you weren’t about to get distracted. Architecture school was your priority, and you weren’t about to fall for some tattooed bad boy with a reputation for street racing. Even if there was something undeniably magnetic about him.

Mei Mei, completely unbothered by your protests, continued. “Well, he’s racing again this weekend also. Everyone’s talking about it. He’s been working on his car nonstop, and rumor has it he’s got something big planned.”

“Isn’t he always working on his car?” you muttered, but your curiosity was piqued. You weren’t into racing, but you had a weakness for fast cars. Maybe you’d go check it out. Just to see what the fuss was about.

Later that night, as you lay in bed, your thoughts drifted back to the way Toji had looked at you. He didn’t seem like the type to be bothered by what people said about him. Maybe that’s what intrigued you

his absolute indifference to the rumors. He moved through life on his own terms, tattoos, scars, and all.

And even though you knew better, even though you told yourself you weren’t interested, there was a small part of you that wondered what it would be like to peel back the layers of Toji Fushiguro—the street racer, the rebel, the mystery.

Toji’s POV:

The late afternoon sun did little to warm the creeping cold that always seemed to settle in his bones. He leaned back against the stone wall near the library steps, cigarette lazily hanging from his lips, its smoke curling into the sky in languid, careless trails. The day had been uneventful—Sukuna talking shit as usual, Geto and Gojo cracking jokes, the usual banter. But today, his mind was elsewhere, distracted, until you appeared.

He noticed you long before you saw him. Always did. There was something about the way you moved, headphones on, shoulders squared against the world, that caught his attention more than he'd ever let on. Your steps had a rhythm, a flow that matched the music he imagined pulsing through your veins, always somewhere between chill and fire, like you could flip a switch and become someone entirely different at any moment.

He took a slow drag from his cigarette, eyes narrowing as they trailed over you. You didn’t even flinch when you spotted them—all the rumors, all the warnings about him and his crew didn’t seem to faze you. That’s what set you apart from the rest. You didn’t cower, didn’t whisper behind your hand like some scared little thing. No, you always met his gaze, challenging without a word.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he caught your eye. Just like that, you were in his head, and he hated it. Hated how your presence, with your books and your sketchpad and your headphones, could unnerve him. Sukuna said something to him, but it barely registered. His focus was locked on you.

“Yo, Toji. You even listenin’?” Sukuna’s voice cut through his thoughts, followed by Geto’s low chuckle.

Toji flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot. “I heard you.”

“Right.” Sukuna’s grin was sharp, knowing. “You’re lookin’ like you wanna eat her alive.”

Toji’s jaw tightened. “Mind your own.”

“Touchy, touchy,” Geto chimed in, eyes following Toji’s line of sight. “She’s not like the others, huh?”

Toji shot him a glare, but the truth of it gnawed at him. No, you weren’t like the others. You didn’t fall for his reputation or melt under the weight of his gaze. You didn’t belong in his world. Hell, you probably had no idea what went on behind the scenes—just whispers, rumors, shit that wouldn’t even scratch the surface of what his life really was.

Racing? That was just the tip of the iceberg. The adrenaline was addictive, sure, but that wasn’t all he was into. Not by a long shot. And you? You were too…clean. Too good to get involved with someone like him.

But it didn’t stop him from wanting to drag you into his world.

He cracked his neck, trying to shake off the frustration that tightened his chest. You didn’t belong in his thoughts, but there you were, taking up space anyway. He shouldn’t be thinking about how you’d look in his car, watching him race. Shouldn’t wonder how you’d feel against him, under him, around him. Fuck, the thought was enough to make him run a hand through his hair, frustration brewing under the surface.

“She got a boyfriend or something?” Gojo asked, grinning like he knew what was about to happen.

Toji’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing.

“Just kidding,” Gojo said, laughing. “You look like you’re about to bite someone’s head off.”

Toji didn’t say anything, just stared at the spot where you had disappeared. It didn’t matter if you were seeing someone. Hell, it didn’t matter what you thought of him. If he wanted you, he’d have you. Simple as that. And from the way you’d glanced at him, quick but telling, you weren’t entirely indifferent, no matter what you told yourself.

He knew your type. You were the kind who thought you could play it safe, keep your head down, focus on school. But he saw the way your eyes flickered with curiosity when you thought no one was looking. The way you lingered on the edge of trouble, intrigued by the things that scared you.

Toji’s phone buzzed in his pocket. His eyes finally left the library door as he checked the message.

Shui K.: Race this weekend. You in? Heard you’ve got a new setup. Big pot, Fushiguro. Don’t fuckin’ miss it.

He smirked, shoving the phone back in his pocket. This weekend was going to be something else, alright.

He had been working on his car for weeks, tweaking things, perfecting the engine. He was ready to make waves, to leave everyone in the dust. Maybe you’d be there, watching from the sidelines, pretending like you didn’t care.

But he’d know the truth.

And when the time came, you’d be more than curious.

You’d be his.

Saturday arrived before you knew it, bringing with it the familiar tension of anticipation. You and your friends had shown up early, staking your spot near the race line before the crowd thickened. The industrial district was already humming with energy—the low roar of distant engines, bass-heavy music pulsing through the air,

and the unmistakable scent of burning rubber. You were surrounded by groups of spectators, all buzzing with excitement, but your mind was elsewhere.

You hadn’t seen Toji yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time. The memory of his piercing gaze the last time you locked eyes was enough to set your heart racing. He had a way of pulling you in without even trying, and tonight felt no different.

Suddenly, the roar of engines cut through the crowd's chatter. Heads turned as a pack of cars approached, their engines snarling and tires squealing in an almost choreographed display of power and control. Even before they appeared,

you knew exactly who it was. You could feel the shift in the crowd’s energy, a mixture of awe and envy rolling over the spectators.

First came Sukuna’s blood-red Chevy Camaro. The car was unmistakable, with its custom paint job gleaming under the dim streetlights and red neon lights glowing beneath it, casting an eerie glow on the asphalt.

Sukuna, with that devil-may-care smirk, rolled in with one hand on the wheel, his other arm hanging lazily out the window as if the world revolved around him. He revved the engine, causing a collective murmur from the crowd.

Next, Geto arrived in his 1999 yellow and black Nissan Primera GT, green neon lights cutting through the night like a warning. He pulled off a flawless doughnut, causing the crowd to erupt into cheers and groans. Geto, always laid-back, shot a grin through the window, nodding to the crowd as if he knew they couldn’t help but watch.

Gojo’s baby-blue Mazda RX-8 followed, sleek and custom-built with neon lights to match.

The music blaring from his sound system thumped through the crowd, matching the energy of the moment. His grin was wide, playful, and arrogant as always, revving the engine in sync with the others.

Even though the car was smooth, there was a cockiness to the way Gojo maneuvered it, showing off without ever needing to say a word.

Finally, the deep, resonating growl of Toji’s custom black 1979 Dodge Charger filled the air. The car was a beast, its white neon lights glowing against the dark asphalt like something out of a movie. Toji didn’t need to show off with tricks or fancy moves

his presence alone commanded the crowd’s attention. He pulled up slowly, letting the Charger’s low growl speak for itself. With a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, his eyes surveyed the crowd before landing, inevitably, on you.

For a brief moment, your gazes locked, and that familiar jolt shot through you. Toji, as always, was silent. His stare was intense, full of a tension that had been building between you for weeks, if not months.

His friends must have noticed it too because the way they looked at him told you they were aware of exactly where his attention was.

Sukuna chuckled, taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling the smoke into the air. “Man, he’s been staring at her all night. If you’re gonna keep doing this, at least make a move,” he teased, his voice loud enough to carry across to you.

Geto leaned back against his car, lighting a joint, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Seriously, Toji. What’s the plan? You just gonna keep burning holes into her with your eyes or actually talk to her?”

Gojo, always one to stir the pot, rolled his eyes dramatically. “At this rate, I might make a move for you. She’s been standing there waiting for something—maybe not you, though.” He grinned mischievously, the teasing lilt in his voice making the others laugh.

Toji ignored them, his expression unreadable as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling lazily around him. His eyes never left you, even though he didn’t take a single step in your direction.

You could feel the heat of his stare, the intensity of it, but he stayed where he was. That was Toji—always watching, never approaching. It was as frustrating as it was intoxicating.

On your side, Mei Mei, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, nudged you sharply. “Are you two just going to stare at each other all night? Seriously, Y/n, make a move or something.”

You felt your face flush. “What? No, I’m not—he’s the one who—” You sputtered, but Mei Mei just smirked, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

“Right,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “And I guess you’re just staring at the floor, huh?”

Another one of your friends, Nobara, chimed in, laughing. “It’s like a bad teen romance or something. How long are you two going to keep doing this? Just go over there and talk to him, Y/n. You know he’s not gonna come to you first.”

Shoko just looked at you from the side of her eye and said "Please be for real."

You bit your lip, torn between the obvious tension and the stubborn refusal to make the first move. There was something maddeningly frustrating about Toji, but that was part of the pull. You both danced around each other, neither willing to close the distance, but neither able to walk away.

Across the lot, Sukuna and the others continued to heckle Toji, their laughter echoing in the space between you. “You know,” Sukuna called out, loud enough for both of your groups to hear, “this is getting a little sad. If neither of you is going to do something, maybe we should!”

Toji shot him a look, but he remained silent, jaw clenched. The tension between you two had reached the point where even the people around you were getting impatient, but still, neither of you moved. It wasn’t stubbornness—it was something deeper, a tension that felt like it would snap the moment one of you made the first move.

And yet, as frustrating as it was, there was something thrilling about the unspoken connection. The way Toji watched you with that quiet intensity, like he was waiting for the right moment to pounce. It kept you on edge, unsure of when the stalemate would end but knowing that when it did, it would be explosive.

For now, though, the night stretched on, with both your friends and his laughing at the spectacle you two were making. But underneath the teasing, the tension simmered, undeniable and unbreakable.

One thing was for sure: tonight, wouldn’t be the night the tension broke. But with every lingering glance, every unspoken word, you knew it was only a matter of time before one of you finally made a move. And when that happened, you had a feeling everything would change.

Next

[cursedlovesstuff]

Fixing Us. Part 1.

Y/N found herself stuck in a relentless routine.

Each passing day seemed to blur into the next, a disheartening repetition of Nat's absence and Y/N's solitary dinners.

As the hours ticked by, Y/N couldn't shake the gnawing suspicion that Nat's late nights were more than just work obligations.

Despite her longing for connection, Y/N's attempts to bridge the growing chasm between her and Nat fell on deaf ears.

The once vibrant bond they shared now felt like a distant memory, leaving Y/N feeling adrift in a sea of loneliness.

Determined to reclaim her sense of self-worth, Y/N went out on a journey of self-discovery.

Early morning jogs and a part-time job designing clothes provided a temporary distraction, but it was the tattoos that became her solace.

Venturing out with friends offered a fleeting escape from the monotony of her daily life.

Tonight was one of these nights where Y/N met Carol.

There was something familiar about her, a warmth that drew Y/N in like a moth to a flame.

Y/N was sitting at the bar watching others dance while stirring her drink with her straw.

"Do you usually come to bars just to watch others dance?" a voice says, making Y/N look up, shaking her head.

"I thought this was a lounge," Y/N says, smiling a bit.

"It's both," Carol says, putting her hand out for Y/N to shake while saying her name.

"Carol."

Y/N looks at Carol's hand before shaking it, saying, "Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you again, Y/N."

"Likewise."

The pair had met before a few times at some old work events and ran into each other a few weeks ago at this same lounge.

"I don't want to sound rude, but you used to work at SHIELD, right?" Carol asked, her eyes alight with curiosity.

Y/N nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I did. But I left a few years ago," she replied, her voice tinged with regret.

"Why did you leave?"

"I wanted to start a new chapter of my life, and it just wasn't the right fit anymore."

Carol's gaze lingered on Y/N, a silent understanding passing between them. "I can imagine it must have been a difficult decision," she remarked, her tone sympathetic.

Y/N shrugged, a pang of longing tugging at her heart. "It was. But sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the ones you love, even if they aren't willing to do the same for you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carol nodded, understanding. As it got a bit quiet, Y/N said, "So what brings the great Captain Marvel here?"

"So you do know who I am," Carol replied, amused.

"Maybe."

"How come you never spoke?"

"I was shy and newlywed. My main focus was on work and getting home to my wife. I didn't have time back then."

"Wife, huh?"

"Natasha," Y/N says, taking a sip of her drink.

"Nat's married?" Carol asks, a bit shocked.

"Surprisingly yes, but she seems to forget that a lot."

"Just to be clear, you mean Romanoff, right? And you're still married?" Carol questions.

"Four years," Y/N says, halfway flashing her ring before saying, "probably not for much longer anyway."

Carol notices Y/N's mood change before asking Y/N if she would like to dance. Y/N is hesitant before she says yes, gently grasping the hand Carol put out for her to grab as she pulled her to the dance floor.

As carol pulled y/n through the crowd of sweety bodys they found themselves in the middle of the dance floor.

"Do you know this song?" Carol asks to which y/n shakes her head no.

"Iv never heard it"

"Good just let your body move to the beat follow me".

There wasn't any rush or anything; the two were just having fun like only friends. Carol even spun Y/N a few times. The time seemed to fly by; what only felt like an hour of dancing turned out to be three as the two made their way back to the bar to get some water. They arrived at the same time as Nat.

"Y/N," Nat asks, surprised to see her wife.

"Hi, Nat," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Nat's gaze flickered between Y/N and Carol, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes before she turned her attention back to Y/N. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, though her heart raced with apprehension. "Just out for a drink with friends," she replied, her eyes darting between Nat and Carol.

"Where are your friends?" Nat asked, slightly looking around.

"Lilly went home, and Esther is still dancing, so I'm with my new friend Carol," Y/N answered back.

"I didn't know you were friends with Carol," Nat said.

"You don't know all my friends," Y/N responded.

Nat didn't take Y/N's nonchalant yet sassy tone lightly.

"Then why are you at a bar you hate bars and clubs"

"Its also a lounge" y/n says.

"Its both"carol says making y/n smile as she turned her head to look at carol. Nat noticed this and she didn't like it.

As she eyed carol she gently grabbed Y/N's cup out of her hand, sitting it down, and grabbing Y/N's hand before looking at Carol.

"Excuse me; I think it's time my wife and I head home."

Before Y/N or Carol could say anything, Nat practically dragged Y/N to the front door, only being able to give Carol an apologetic look as she and Nat made it to the front of the bar but stopped at a table.

"Sorry I have to leave early,theres something y/n and i need to discuss"

As the team looks at Y/N, saying their hi's.

"You look beautiful, Lady Y/N," Thor says, making Y/N smile a bit while saying thank you

"Are you sure you don't want to stay drinks are on me" tony says as everyone at the table cheers.

"Yeah you guys should totally stay"carol says, which makes Nat only drag Y/N along further out of the bar after saying they couldnt towards the car.

Halfway there, Y/N finally gets out of Nat's grip.

"What is wrong with you, Nat, dragging me out of the bar like a psychopath?"

"What is wrong with Y/N being out this late at night by yourself?"

"I wasn't by myself."

"You know what I mean; I'm taking you home. End of discussion," Nat says, raising her voice a bit.

"No," Y/N says finally putting her foot down.

"What did you just say?" Nat asks.

"I said no," Y/N said before saying, "I'm going to go back into that bar and order me another shot and then another, and I'm going to have fun".

"You can have fun tomorrow when its bright outside and there are less drunk people there"

"I can protect myself natasha"

"Can you? Can you really because its been four years since you were an agent and had any type of training"

"Yeah and whos fault is that because it's not mine"

"What"

"You heard me your Your the reason that i quit being an agent your the reason why i havent trained in four years"

"because you got hurt on a mission,due to not being able to tell friend from foe"nat says making y/n scoff.

"Im perfectly capable from telling friends from foe"

"Then can you tell if carol your friend or just someone who wants to sleep with you"nat says without thinking making y/n feel hurt.

"What i can tell is that your being a dick,just because you have one doesn't mean you have to be one"

Y/n says walking backwards towards the bar saying"You can go home by yourself."y/n says turning around and walking towards the bar.

Its not long after she hears nat say" I'm going home, you're coming with me."

Before y/n knew it she was lifted off of her feet and thrown over someone's shoulder,nats shoulder.

Y/N truly forgot how strong nat was well...is.

"Put me down natasha"

Y/n says smacking nats back trying to get her to let go,but nat dosen't respond to it.

So y/n smacks nats back and butt harder in response nat hit y/n's butt hard enough to make her yelp and jump.

Nat tightens her grip so that she doesn't drop y/n,but there is no doubt that it will leave a mark in the morning.

"That isn't very nice is it?"nat asks but y/n doesn't respond she only continues to try and get out of nats grip.

Eventually y/n gives up realizing there is nothing she can do to get nat to let go.

Nat carries Y/N to the car, gently putting her down in the front seat, buckling her seat belt.

Before slamming the front door and walking around and getting in and closing the door.

[lovebittenbyevans]

Fuel In The Fire | Ch.2

Summary: You had a on and off relationship with Geto Suguru while being in college again. You juggled seeing him when you can until Gojo Satoru came into your life. Things get complicated when you tried to keep the relationship with Geto going and tried to keep a distance from being around Gojo. You began to wonder if you can actually see a real future with Geto or is it too late to moved forward into a new direction

Pairing: F1driver! Gojo Satoru x collegestudent! Female Reader x F1driver! Geto Suguru

Warnings: cursed words, slight flashback, slight angst

Previous: Chapter 1

Chapter 2

There it was….

Formula One Driver Gojo Satoru getting close with Geto Suguru girlfriend Y/N

It was out for everybody around the world to see it. There was nothing nobody could do. It was out to the whole world.

The footage shows Gojo looking almost like he wants to kiss you. You just stood there staring at him while you let him be that close to you. There was no turning back now.

“So, what’s going to happen between you and Geto?” Miwa asks, taking a seat across from you.

You raised your cup of coffee to your lips and took a sip. “I mean I can totally see you two being endgame for real.” Miwa continues to talk.

You let out a sigh as you place your cup on the table. “I don’t know. Geto and I have always been complicated together.” You were telling her truth.

“And what about Satoru?” She asks.

Letting out a breath, you thought about how to respond to her question. You didn’t want to say the wrong thing either.

You shrug. “There’s not much to say.”

Miwa raised her eyebrows as she gulped the rest of her drink. You were not in the mood to talk about your emotions and feelings.

“Uh huh.” She rose up from her chair and grabbed her backpack off the floor. “Let’s go, professor said we have guests coming to our class.”

You got up from your chair while holding your backpack. You walked out of the coffee shop cafe headed directly to campus. You step inside the school and go straight to your class.

“Please don’t bore us today.” Miwa grumbles, entering the classroom.

You entered the classroom and saw your professor Grant with a few Formula One drivers. You immediately recognized who they were.

Fuck!

Choso, Toji, Geto and Nanami were all here. You wanted to say something but decided not to. You were hoping your day went smoothly but you had a feeling what kind of day it would be.

You were going to take a seat next to Miwa when someone called out to you. “Y/N!” You gently turned around to see Geto standing there with the boys.

“H–Hey.” You stutter a little.

Stop being nervous, y/n

You walked over to them and hugged everyone except Geto, who gave you a kiss. “Let’s talk after class.” He whispered in your ear.

You stepped back as Choso spoke to you. “How are you doing, Y/N?” He was always so sweet to you even though you had to get used to him having his pierced eyebrow and tattoos on his neck.

“I’m good, can’t complain.” You said with a smile.

Toji and Nanami's gaze were fixed on you. You already knew the kind of looks they were both giving you.

Fuck my life! You wanted to scream those words so loud.

“Five minutes until we begin class.” Professor Grant announces.

You clear your throat. “I better go find my–” Toji cuts you off, he gives you another look. “Bring your ass over here, Y/N.”

Toji sometimes can be tough on you but you know he means well and he is looking out for the both of you.

You moved one step closer to him. “I have to take a seat, Toji.”

His dark eyes locked on yours. “When are you going to stop leading him on?”

You honestly shouldn’t be talking about this in class right now. This was not the time and place for it.

“Um, how is that any of your business?” You mock him.

Sometimes you wish Toji would be less protective and more polite in a way. He was always straight to the point.

“Y/N, I’m just looking out for the both of you but we both know whatever between you two has been going on for a while now.” He says.

Nanami joins the conversation. “He got a point there.”

You looked at Nanami as you heard Choso trying not to chuckle behind you. “Look, Geto has nothing to worry about.”

“Keep lying, buttercup.” Choso muttered.

You scoff and walk away, walking to your seat next to Miwa. You start to get annoyed that they're here. You sat down and took your notebook and black pen out of your backpack.

“What was that about?” Maki turned around in her seat in front of you.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, hello to you too”

Miwa chuckled softly. “All of them look so glad to see you.” You roll your eyes and feel annoyed.

As the class finally began, Professor Grant introduced the race car drivers who would be taking over the class for the day. You mostly listened to what they were saying.

“How do you deal with the media following you every race?” One of the students raised their hand while paying attention to them.

This time it was Geto who answered. “We mostly ignored them while focusing on what’s not going on around us.”

“And how do you deal with dating a college student in your late thirties and she is in her early thirties?” Another student asked a question.

And the shit begins

You immediately feel humiliated, but not ashamed. You drop deeper into your seat, resting your palm on your brow to cover your expression.

“Careful kid.” Toji warned him.

Choso pushed off the professor's desk. “We didn’t come here for you guys to ask personal questions that have nothing to do with you.”

Nanami interrupted. “We are here for you guys to learn so act like it.” His voice was serious.

You glance at them and mouth. “Thank you.” The three of them just nodded as they continued on with talking to the class.

“You don’t feel how many miles you go in a race car. You get used to it.” Geto said.

You wrote some stuff in your notebook before the professor dismissed class. You rose up from your seat placing your notebook and pen in your backpack.

“I must say maybe Toji feels the most about you.” Maki slung her backpack over her shoulder.

You shake your head. “In his dreams. No, he’s just protective, that's all. So are the others.”

Maki slung her backpack over her shoulder. “We will wait for you out there.” She walked out the classroom with Miwa behind her.

You close your backpack holding it with your hand going straight to the professor's desk. You gave a hug to each one of them before pulling away.

“Thank you guys again.” You tell them.

Nanami shrugs. “Don’t mention it.”

Choso fixes his hat on his head. “Geto, we will be outside waiting for you.” He walks off heading out the door.

Toji gave you a glare look as he walked out with Choso and Nanami. You stood there standing in front of Geto. You didn’t rush to speak first.

“Am I a joke to you? Why can’t you take me seriously?”

His question caught you off guard.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder. “No, I've been with you this whole time G.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t bullshit me, y/n. I see the way you were around him in that video.”

You huffs. “Nothing happened unlike you and her.” He knows exactly who you are talking about.

You see the way she looks at him every time you are with him. A part of you never saw yourself being in this type of situation.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “She doesn’t mean shit to me.” He took a step toward you. “I always wanted to be with you. You know that.”

Your gaze was on him. “Gojo, doesn’t mean nothing to me.”

He sighs, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Ok.” You can tell he didn’t believe you but he decided to brush it off.

You close your eyes for a moment then open your eyes. “Ok.” You turned around and walked out of the classroom door.

Choso, Nanami and Toji nodded at you before they walked away with Geto right by their side. Choso looked over his shoulder at you with those dark brown eyes. “Make good choices, buttercup!” He yelled out.

You suck your teeth and lean against the wall. “Kill me now.” You mutter to yourself. You didn't notice the tear rolling down your cheek.

You should have listened to yourself before you got into these situations. You should have let Geto go his own way but for some reason you can’t see him out of your life.

Being around Gojo that day brought back some memories you had avoided thinking about all this time. Even the words he used to say to you when you were in your mid twenties.

“I can never imagine my life without you. No matter where we go, what happens between us I will always love you.” Gojo said seriously.

You look at him not saying a word.

“I will always be here for you.” He says.

From that moment, you wanted to kiss him but that’s when Geto called you that day. Those words never went away no matter how hard you try.

You wipe your tears away with your hand when your two best friends approach you. “Y/N, are you ok?” Miwa had a concerned expression on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Maki asked.

You had to pull yourself together. Almost every student was staring at you and whispering to each other.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” You sniffle, taking your phone out of your jeans pocket.

A bunch of formula one fanpages were following you on instagram as you looked at the notification on your screen. You received a few text messages from interviewers who wanted to talk to you about Geto and Gojo.

You ignored the notification and checked your text messages.

Geto: Race this weekend, let me know if you can make it

Geto: I just want to make sure we are good babe

Geto: I love you and I’m not losing you ❤️

Those words made your heart shattered to pieces. You heard him say those three words a few times to you even though you didn’t pay it no mind.

“Oh, he loves you!” Maki raised her voice.

You glare at her and put your phone back into your pocket. “Keep your voice down, Ma!” You quickly walk with them not letting nobody hear your conversation.

“He got it bad for you.” Miwa smirks.

You headed straight to your next class while laughing with them both. You only wish your life was normal again but you figured it was about to get complicated.

[letsgetrowdy43]

The Littlest Hughes☆—

Welcome to my Quinn!dad au

This is gonna be used as the master list where I will post all of the links to updates/requests/blurbs/new chapters/insta edits

Everything will also be posted under the #thelittlesthughesau!!

This au will follow the life of Quinn Hughes and Honey (Reader/Mama Hughes), as they navigate parenthood and raising their three kids within the Hughes family.

Requests are always open!!

☆ my fav thoughts (the rest are under the #thelittlesthughes!!)

Honey's University Era Meet the Littlest Hughes (all three kids) Meet the supporting cast (important characters in the universe) The Littlest Hughes House Uncle Jack and Luke thoughts (Made pre-Maeve) Introduction/ timeline (Made pre-Maeve) Soft Dad!Quinn thoughts Captain ceremony Quinn's OT Goal Hayden's birth — Continued The blossoming of Lexi and Honey's friendship Warren and Quinn after the Canucks are eliminated in round 2 (2024 Playoffs) Hayden has a nightmare Quinn can't make it to Hayden's Daddy Daughter dance Honey's 43 tattoo — Quinn is obsessed Meeting Maeve! Honey's decision on Maeve's Godfather's Some kids lore Hayden comes out to her parents — Hayden comes out to her Uncle's A little more discussion of Hayden and her sexuality!! Warren deals with the Media

☆ fics/blurbs

When Honey falls in love (Rowan's Version) Heaven on earth Say yes to heaven An unexpected surprise What to expect when you're expecting Stop your worrying Oh Captain, my Captain Family dinners and childhood dreams Jingle Bells Summer's Embrace Vegas Nights Late-night fights — continued Life at the lake: Romantic getaways Sunburns and scrapped knees Ms. Innocent He’s precious The Greatest Two's company, three's a crowd Deck the Halls Rocky Mountain High My sweet boy Never Grow Up (Rowan's Version) From Eden

☆ instagram edits/ mood boards

Introducing Mr & Mrs Hughes Proud Wife Happy birthday Q How the Hughes brothers would wish Honey a happy birthday!! Most Wonderful Time of the Year The Battle of the 43s Honey Takes on the Dice & Ice Gala All-Star Week: Draft day Welcome baby Hayd Playoffs: Games 1 Round 1 Happy Mothers Day Thank you Vancouver Vegas Baby Happy Father's Day my love Daddy daughter day Life at the lake: a series of photos Life at the lake: summer of love Trick or treat Business Awards The Newest Addition

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[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole - Matty Healy Series Masterlist (completed)

(cheeky little mood board for the series just cos)

Matty Healy x OFC (Lou)

Description: Lou has been George's best friend since they were babies, she grew up with the boys that grew to be the world renowned band: the 1975. Although she got along well with George, Ross and Hann, she simply despised Matty. Belonging to her own band who takes a much needed break from touring, the boys find themselves facing a difficult decision having to ask their close friend Lou to join them on tour to cover for Carly. Events unfold and tension rises between Matty and Lou, but what will happen between the pair? Read here to find out:

Playlist

Chapter 1

Part 1: Part of The Band ❤️📓 || Visual

Part 1: Part of the Band (Instagram AU) 📸

Part 2: An Encounter ❤️📓 || Visual

Part 3: Sex 💦📓

Part 4: Talk! ❤️📓

Part 4: Talk! (Instagram AU) 📸

Friendship head canons

Part 5: Don't Fuck It, You Muppet 💦

Part 5: Don't Fuck It, You Muppet

Part 6: Inside Your Mind 💦

Part 6: Inside Your Mind 📸

Matty doing Lou's aftercare for her tattoo

Part 7: All I Need To Hear 💦

Part 7: All I Need To Hear 📸

Part 8: When We Are Together

Part 8: When We Are Together 📸

Part 9: The Best Thing That Ever Happened 🍭

Part 9: The Best Thing That Ever Happened 📸

Interlude (When In Rome)

Part 10: Step Into Your Skin 💦

Part 10: Step Into Your Skin 📸

Part 11: Id Rather Jump In Your Bones 💦

Blurbs / requests (within he IA universe)

An Interrupted Interview

Part 12: I'm Just Fine 'Cause I Know That You Are Mine 💦

Part 12: I'm Just Fine 'Cause I Know That You Are Mine 📸

Part 12: I'm Just Fine 'Cause I Know That You Are Mine pt.2 📸

Chapter 2:

Part 13: I Couldn't Be More In Love

Part 14: Before You Go

Part 15: You

Part 16: Marry Me

[kaybreezy3000]

The Devil Within

A Five Hargreeve / Reader insert

Five Hargreeves has not lived an easy life and no matter where he ends up, things never seem to get much better for him.

Stuck inside a body that's his but not, Five is having a hard time moving on, but sometimes all it takes to totally flip a person's view of things is one very special dark and mysterious night.

-note: female OC will remain unnamed and mostly non-descript to give this one a sort of reader insert-ish vibe.

Warnings and extra tags: sexually explicit content, mind games, a little bit of Klaus and Dolores in this one, dubious consent, violent behavior, rough sexual behavior, Dominance and Submission, dirty talking Five, daddy kink, biting, blood, mild body dysmorphia, public sex, Five has many lovey issues but he's still our sweet boy so hang tight-he's going to pull you through all sorts of emotions with this smutty story😏

(23,127 words 4 chapters total)

(Chapter 1 and 2 post)

Chapter One: Bad Boy; Good Man

It was October thirty-first. Just twenty-nine days after Five Hargreeves had the pleasure of turning what he’d estimated was the equivalent of the age of eighteen. He was stomping down a dark alleyway, hands jammed in his pockets, shoulders hunched, with his eyes staring blankly at the wet cement in front of him.

Like normal, Five wasn’t in a good mood, though there was no denying that he was doing much better than during the first October when he’d turned eighteen. 

That time, he’d been thin as a rail and freezing his ass off in an early apocalyptic winter. Huddling in his improvised shelter, he had tried to get as much comfort as he could by way of cuddling up to Dolores, but her painted plastic skin was as cold and unyielding as the air around him.  

All Five had wanted was to feel something good to help him through his pain, but he couldn’t even have that when faced with the grim reality around him, so he did the next best thing. 

He let go and lost his mind, so he didn’t have to be alone. 

Almost right away when he’d found he couldn’t get back to his family, Five had found Dolores and he’d made her his companion. He started having two-sided conversations with her to keep himself from going insane, but it wasn’t until that sad night of his eighteenth birthday that Five started to feel Dolores’s warmth for the first time, and he did after that for the next fifty-three years.   

He did what he had to. He survived so he could get back.

He was sure that if he did, he could fix everything.

Turned out, he did make it home to his family but not until almost a lifetime later, and fixing things isn’t exactly what Five would call what he did. Fucking it up royal was a better way of summing up what he and his siblings did, both in their own original timeline, then again in the past when they were in Dallas, and then when they were trapped in a hell of their own making in the Sparrow’s timeline.

Now, in a new world made by Reginald, dumped with almost nothing and with no powers to help them, Five was feeling just about as desperate as he was when he was that lost little thirteen-year-old boy, alone in a burning world of death and ashes. Here he was stripped of all scars and even the tattoo he’d had since he was a child. Everything was normal; it was fixed.

But mentally he was far from fixed.

Having to move in with Klaus since he wasn’t old enough to rent on his own was Five’s best option considering he had no others, but it was a huge slap in the face for the fifty-eight-year-old, once infamous temporal assassin.

As much as Five was happy that they were alive and the world didn’t seem to be on the verge of falling apart, sometimes this new existence felt like just another punishment for all his many wrongs and this night was just another bad one that he'd rather not be having.

It was lightly misting out. As he walked along in the dark, Five’s chocolate-colored strands of hair were beading up with tiny drops of moisture. 

It was damp and cold and well past ten on Halloween night, so of course that’s the night Five was forced out of his own apartment unless he wanted to continue to listen to his brother’s latest boy toy loudly moaning and groaning to the rhythm of Klaus’s headboard banging into the wall that divided their bedrooms.  

As Five trudged along, dead set on finding the closest bar to drown his sorrows in, he unexpectedly heard what he thought was someone crying for help.

He looked down the alley to his right just in time to see a huge man dressed like a gorilla raising his hand at a cowering female that he’d backed up against the wall of the building.

Five watched as he dropped his furry black mask on the ground and pressed himself against the girl, crushing her with his body as he violently groped her. She closed her eyes, her mouth opening wide in a silent scream as she waited for the blow from the hand he'd raised, but luckily for her, the crack of knuckle to bone wasn’t attached to any sort of pain involving her.

When she opened her eyes, it was to a young stranger in a dark suit, standing between her and the man, his head turned to one side, forced there by the creep’s large fist.

“Get out of here!” Five yelled at her, his face turned downwards as he held a hand to it.

Then like a scene from a movie, he slowly righted his head, his green eyes flashing with anger.

“Is that all you got? Used to hitting little girls?” he seethed.

The man looked totally pissed that Five had just gotten in his way. He puffed up and retaliated by tackling him. With a good seventy pounds on the teen, he hit him like a freight train. The girl scrambled out of the way as they barreled toward her.

Five grunted as his back slammed into the building.

The guy’s fist came flying at Five’s face at about one hundred miles per hour. At the last second, he ducked, and the dipshit’s fist crashed into the brick. “Fuck!” Spit erupted from his mouth just as blood erupted from his knuckles.

While he shook his hand out, Five spun from his grasp, grabbing the man’s free arm, hitching it high behind his back. The man launched his head backward, hitting Five on the top of the head but not as hard as he would have liked being Five was shorter than him.

Releasing the girl’s attacker, Five staggered back, his eyes unfocused but still managing to see a blunt object laying a few yards away.

Sprinting for it, Five picked up the pipe, swinging it upwards just as the guy was about to throttle him from behind.

The ring of metal to skull stopped the girl’s assailant dead in his tracks. 

The big creep crumbled to the wet pavement.

With his blood boiling and his body filled with adrenaline fueled rage, Five turned and started to stalk away, moving right past her, still clutching the pipe in his shaking hand.

He didn’t say a word, and the girl just stood there as if in shock wth her glittery halo crooked in her hair and the white feathers of her angel costume fluttering in the slight breeze that was moving between the buildings.

She reached out and grabbed Five’s arm, but he kept going and because of that her hand slipped down the sleeve of his suit jacket until her fingers brushed across his palm.

Five was not at all expecting her to touch him, and he was not ready for it when she latched on to him, not letting go.

Wound up like he could explode, Five spun around, verbally lashing out on her. “I’d think you’d have run off by now." The girl said nothing, so he yelled at her. "Go. Home!”

Still, she said nothing.

Her eyes seared into him.

She had the strangest look on her face; one Five couldn’t interpret and didn’t get the chance to because suddenly he was filled with extreme disorientation.

All at once, it was as if he was looking back at himself in a mirror but doing so while standing just as he was in that dimly lit alleyway.

As if that wasn’t weird enough, the man looking back at him was the real him.

Five was old again.

His face was dull looking and tired, with soft wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his hair was short and white, only peppered with dark shadows of what remained of his traumatic youth.

Five could even see his usual gray suit of choice and his favorite hat perched on top of his head, all paired perfectly with his neatly trimmed mustache bending with confusion as he tried to form the right words to express what he was feeling, but there was nothing that could explain it.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, looking like he was AJ Carmichael in his plastic baggie, gasping for air that was quickly running out.

"I... I-"

His stammering wasn't going to cut it, and he needed to get out of there, so Five yanked his hand back, the feel of his skin as cold as ice.

A few seconds later, stepping back onto the sidewalk on to the much brighter street, Five’s hand came up, rubbing his face, his trembling fingers lingering on his smooth upper lip.

He looked back the other way and saw the young girl dressed as an angel had disappeared. It was as if she took flight on her silly nylon coated wings, and poof, she was gone.

Weirder yet, the guy he’d just nailed on the head with the pipe was gone too.

A dizzying sensation ran through him. The damage caused by the gorilla man had left Five’s left eye starting to swell.

He needed ice and he needed to get out of there, but Five was stuck like he’d stepped in glue. He touched his fingers to the side of his face, grimacing when they brushed across the swollen socket.

Looking at the smudge of blood on his fingers that had gotten there from his split lip, Five’s mind spun. He couldn’t figure out what had just happened. Then, a rush of chilly air blowing out of the ominously dark alley swirled a tornado of leaves across the fresh spray of blood on his new dress shoes and the sight of that reminded him this wasn’t the best place to linger.

He’d just bashed a man’s skull in. That man was nowhere in sight, meaning Five hadn’t killed him, but still, he needed to go.

A couple dressed as ghosts passed by, the woman looking at Five worriedly and that helped snap him out of his bizarre state of confusion. Chalking up his moment of insanity back there to his concussed brain, Five took off again, grumbling to himself. “God, I fucking hate Halloween.”

A few blocks away and several minutes later, Five walked into a bar. Fortunately for him, since he was already sporting a nasty bruise around his left eye, most of the areas inside of the establishment were darker than it was outside. It was so dark that if not for the flicker of medieval-looking lanterns hanging about and all the strobing lights pulsing to the beat of the music, it would be nearly impossible to navigate his way through the crowd.

The place was packed with people in costumes, all crammed on the dance floor and areas around it. A couple of girls with hardly anything on were grinding on each other in raised cages, looking like some kind of goth version of beach barbies. Five gave them a dismissive glance as he made his way to the back.

This was not his idea of a good time, and it was not his preferred method of getting drunk but going home meant he’d have to deal with Klaus, so this was the next best option.

Away from the more aggressive chaos, Five sat down on a barstool that had just been vacated. Here he could see the action but not necessarily be an active part in it, and better yet, this is where the drinks were. 

Even before intervening to help the girl in the alley, Five needed something hard and strong to take the edge off, but since getting hit in the face by that girl's attacker, the urge to purge his woes had increased ten-fold.

“What the fuck was I thinking,” he said under his breath.

He asked it but the reality was, Five knew very well what he’d been thinking.

He had questionable ethics. Sure… But he also had a long history of being used and abused by others. When it came to defending people that were at a disadvantage and being taken down a bad road because of it, when Five saw that happening to that young girl, it reminded him of himself, and he had to step in to stop it.

It’s not like he hadn’t hurt people before, but not like that guy looked like he was going to hurt that girl. Five had killed plenty of women for no reason other than he was ordered to by his superiors at The Commission, but he had no choice. To Five, what it looked like that guy was trying to do once he knocked that girl out was truly sick. 

Five knew he was one of the bad guys, but he was better than that. At least that’s what he always tried to tell himself when it came to his propensity to overlook his many transgressions.

Just as Five’s mind was wandering back to his weird outer body experience in the alley, another young girl who shouldn’t be out on a night like this, sauntered past him, dressed as a naughty nurse.

The idea of asking her to bandage him up had Five pulling a smirk but instead of calling her over and trying to hit on her, he pulled his eyes off the tight uniform that was hardly covering her ass, he heavily sighed, then he stuffed a hand in his pant pocket and turned back to the bar.

On Halloween night, all women, young and old, got to play their slutty card with zero judgment and the men that were out got to enjoy the free show. The problem with that for Five was, he hardly felt he could do more than take advantage of the look but don't touch policy.

Even though they’d been in Reginald’s new world for over a year and upon arrival Five had been so thoughtfully given a slightly older looking body, he still looked at best the age of sixteen, hence his fuzzy math on figuring his current physical age somewhere around eighteen. When it came to pursuing relationships of the sexual kind that weren’t with inanimate objects, he was mentally closer to sixty, so add all that together and that made him the youngest old dirty perv out there, and even for him, that was a hard pill to swallow.

It’s not like he hadn’t tried to hit on women before while looking younger than this, but that never resulted in anything, and Five knew it wouldn’t. He was only doing it because he enjoyed getting a rise out of them. 

Hooking up was obviously one benefit of these kinds of places and nights like this when the tramps and vamps were abundant. If Five could get past his troublesome age hangups, he was physically legal now and he would definitely not be opposed to some meaningless sex that a one-night stand would provide him, but tonight, all he wanted to do was escape Klaus and escape life by way of good old-fashioned intoxication.

Eyes on the lit-up shelves of liquor behind the bar, Five called out his order to the man in front of him who had been giving him the side eye since he’d sat down. “Give me a shot of Jack and keep them coming.”

The bartender gave him a look. “Seriously?”

“I’m not joking," he curtly responded, then added, "You can really do me a favor and put it on ice if you really want to make it special. Then make the next one poured straight."

The tall man with black eyeliner and a mesh shirt that was draped in chains eyed Five up and down a few times, but despite his lack of ID and his beaten-up appearance, clearly the hundred-dollar bill he'd just laid down and his pricy looking tailored suit were enough to satisfy him that he was close enough to legal drinking age to be there.

“Don’t bleed all over my bar or puke on my floor, little man,” he warned before pouring Five his drink and his next shot, then setting them down in front of him.

Just as Five had drained his ice filled cup and placed the cool glass against his aching eye socket, he felt something skate across the top of his head and then a pair of hands travel up his back.

Reactively jerking his shoulders as his hand moved up to inspect his hair, Five turned to see a very pretty blonde smiling at him as she stood next to Klaus.

Five’s grumpy looking pout turned downright sour. 

“Great,” he groaned. “And here I thought you were staying home tonight.”

Holding what looked like their kitchen broom topped with tin foil to make it look like a shepherd’s hook, Klaus’s glittery blue painted lips spread from ear to ear. “Yeah, well… I changed my mind. It's Halloween and staying home on Halloween is for losers.” 

Klaus’s smile faltered the longer he looked at his younger-looking brother. 

“Did you get in a fight?”

Five’s fingers continued to feel around on his head, finally poking at the pointed horns Klaus had slipped into his ruffled mane. “Yes, I got in a fight and to answer your next question, I won. And to end this lovely conversation, you can take these back,” he said, starting to pull the devil headband off.

Klaus sprung forward, pushing the shimmering black horns back into place. “I can’t let you be the only one here who is not in costume,” he argued.

Swatting Klaus’s hand away, Five knocked back his next shot then dryly retorted, “I am in costume. I am a retired homicidal maniac.”

“I know you are, Fivey, and that is why you make the perfect little devil boy.”

That comment about his age and small stature only made Five feel even less friendly. Putting on an overly sweet smile, making himself look even more the part of the fiend who was dressed to kill in his fancy new psycho suit, he sniggered then said. “I left tonight to get away from you and your boyfriend, so do me a favor and please leave me alone. I am trying to get shit faced in this fine establishment just like the responsible adult I am, and I don’t give two shits about Halloween, and I never have.”

Klaus frowned. “Hey, man. Jake is not my boyfriend, he’s my fuck friend and he had to go to work, so I got bored,” he corrected.

“Whatever.”

“Not whatever…” Klaus defended. “Maybe I wouldn’t need to have people over all the time if you hung out with me more. It gets lonely there with you hiding out in your room, reading your nerdy stuff or playing hanky-panky, hide your wanky with Dolores.”

Five lowered his chin, glowering at his brother. “I only moved in with you because I had too. Since I am legally an adult now, I think our cohabitation arrangement has ceased to serve any valid purpose other than giving you someone to annoy.” 

Five perked up, his eyes widening as his head dropped to the side.

“Oh, and what I do in my bedroom is my business,” he hissed, “-and furthermore, by the sounds I heard coming from your bedroom, you are hardly lonely, so don’t give me that let’s go find the next big ball of string shit.” 

After chewing Klaus out, Five finally took in the full glory of what his brother was wearing. Totally blown away by the sight of it, his head cocked to the side even more, and he scrunched his face at him. 

“Klaus, what the hell are you supposed to be?”

Loving that Five seemed to forget that he was still wearing the devil’s horns he’d adorned him with, Klaus further distracted him by playfully bonking his shoulder with his shepherd’s hook.

Again, Five swatted him off, which was entirely Klaus’s intention to begin with, then totally disregarding Five’s increasing state of twitchy itchiness, he proudly twirled around in his frilly blue dress and even added little curtsy to top it off.

“I am Little Bo Peep. Isn’t it obvious?” he explained, his tone clear that his pretty ensemble should require no explanation.

Five’s bewildered expression melted back into his customary dry smirk. “Uh-huh…” he muttered just before he threw back his next round of Jack.

Even though Five had hardly bat an eye at Klaus’s friend, as he tried to turn back around to dismiss them, she proceeded to snake up to him, sliding a finger through one of his belt loops.

Five took one look down at her hand at his hip, then he narrowed his eyes at her. “Excuse me, Miss? Not sure you are aware, but you are invading my personal space.”

Not seeing the problem, the woman, dressed in a skintight catsuit, erupted in a bubble of laughter as she gave Five’s dress pants a little tug. 

“You are right, he is cute,” she said to Klaus before leaning closer to Five with the sting of alcohol on her breath hitting him so strongly it made his eyes burn enough that he had to blink the fumes away.

Despite how drunk she was and how aggravated he was getting, Five couldn’t help that his eyes flicked down to the mounds of her huge breasts spilling out of her velvety top. Momentarily unable to think of anything other than burying his face in her dirty pillows, his tongue slowly ran over his teeth and his mind went all sorts of naughty places.

With the hand he still had in his pocket nudging his dick into a position that would be less embarrassing for him if he inadvertently let his eyes linger any longer, Five looked back up again, his disinterest still evident in the hard line of his mouth as he posed the question, “Am I supposed to be happy that you think I am cute?”

Only after hearing that did Klaus’s friend look a little hurt, but that didn’t mean she removed her fingers from his pants or that she moved her body away from Five’s backside. 

“Klaus told me you might like a little company…” she dangled.  

“Did he?” Five mumbled, flagging the bartender for another.

As he set down Five's next shot, Five turned and requested a bottle of water as well.

About this time, seeing as Klaus was misinterpreting his slick plan to get Five laid as a done deal, the older looking Hargreeves started back peddling himself out into the crowd, easily disappearing in the lights and bodies moving to the electronic music thrumming through the bar.

Cat lady wiggled her butt, swishing her tail behind her provocatively. “What do you say, want to have some fun? I am really good company…”

“I am going to have to say no. I am all good on company, thank you,” Five returned, then picked up his next shot, flipping it back down the hatch as he shifted his weight forward on the bar stool to try to dislodge her hand from his waist.

Undeterred and obviously too drunk to read her own name let alone pick up on what Five was laying down, she squeezed in next to him, her thighs rubbing up on the side of his leg as her other hand fell in his lap, tickling down between his legs.

“I want you,” she purred.

“I am flattered but I am not interested, but lucky you, that guy over there probably is,” Five noted, tipping the shot glass dangling from his finger at the guy behind her that her cat tail endowed butt was ramming into.

“Awwww, but Klaus said you don’t get out much.” She tried to bat her eyes, but it came off more like she was having a stroke rather than sexy. “He told me this kind of thing is exactly what you need to work through all your demons.”

She rolled her body against Five.

Five straightened his back as he cleared his throat. “Darling, no amount of sex is going to exercise my demons and as much as I’d like to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to see straight for weeks, I have a meeting in the morning,” he effortlessly lied, trying to give her a gentler brush off.

To that, her face lit up excitedly. “It doesn’t have to take long. Klaus told me you are a virgin, so I am sure it won’t. If you want, I can suck you off in the ladies’ room, and later back at your place I can help relieve you of that other little virgin problem,” she dangled, her fingers getting even more frisky.

“As tempting as that sounds…” Five gently peeled her fingers from his pants. “Here,” he said, putting the bottle of water in her hands. “Drink this and go dance. I’ll catch up with you another night.”

“Are you sure?”

As warm and buzzed as Five was starting to feel thanks to the whiskey burning him from the inside out, his old voice of reason wouldn’t be deterred. 

This girl did not know who he really was or what he was capable of, and even considering her offer the tiny amount he was, was making him think it was time to go about ten minutes ago.

She was pretty. Young. Probably twenty-five or maybe a little older, she was lost perhaps, and insecure and very drunk. Five might be a fucked-up prick, but he wasn’t such an asshole that he going to shit on the kid’s feelings because he wasn’t into this. After all, maybe if it wasn’t Halloween, and maybe if she wasn’t doing this because of Klaus putting her up to it, and if she was someone older but not too old that it made it even weirder, Five would have said yes. Looking so young and lacking when it came to social graces, Five knew that he should be grateful for someone willing to look past all that. But…

“I am sure,” he calmly repeated, again ordering her to drink the water as he authoritatively pointed a finger towards the dance floor.

The girl looked smitten by his bossy behavior, but finally getting that Five meant business and not the business she was hoping for, she said, “Thank you. And...just so you know, I still think you are cute.” 

Then the kitty danced away on unsteady legs that Five was having a twinge of regret not having wrapped around him as he tried his best to fuck her pussy through the metal wall of one the bar's bathroom stalls.

Even though she was very inebriated and probably only did what she did because of his brother, the girl’s minority opinion of him had a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Holy shit did that girl have daddy issues,” he breathily mused.

Shaking his head and thinking about how much fun it would have been to be her ‘daddy’ for the night, Five paid his tab, then slipped past the dance floor, looking for signs of Klaus, but not seeing him.

He wondered where he’d ended up; whose bed he’d be landing in tonight, but really it didn’t matter so long as he didn’t bring back his conquest to their place because that would mean Five would have to sleep with ear plugs in and a pillow over his head all night.

As Five was midway to the door, he felt someone watching him. He stopped, cautiously surveying his surroundings.

He didn't see any threats but one of the dancers caught his eye. She was a hot little number. Slightly shorter than him, with soft looking hair and a white feathery skirt that covered her ass and not much more. 

Despite her attire, she was dancing alone and appeared perfectly content that way. Five couldn't see her face but her body language said it all. She was dancing for herself and no one else, and that made it damn sexy.

When she finally turned to face him, Five stopped breathing, his fists clenching at his sides as the flashing lights lit up her sparkly halo.

She was the angel girl from the alley, and she was dancing with her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her angelic looking face.

It made no sense after what had almost happened to her that she’d be there. 

In his periphery Five could see that two sleazy looking coyotes were circling her, trying to figure out how to slip in for the kill. As pissed as he was that she clearly hadn’t listened to him and gone home, he still wasn’t about to let them get to her before he took another bite out of her first.

He bolted through the crowd and slipped into the tiny empty space between her and one of the approaching stalkers, placing one hand on her shoulder. 

Her eyes flashed open and for a second and they seemed to glimmer with unnatural light, but Five quickly waved it off, assuming it was the glare from one of the laser lights flipping around.

“You’d think with what happened to you earlier, you’d prefer hanging out somewhere a little less dangerous? Like at home since it’s past your bedtime.”

“I could say the same to you,” she said, her smile as sassy as his words.

Five bit down his ire and gave her an overly sweet smile of his own. “You know that you have a couple of new predators stalking you,” he told her, indicating the two men sulking at the edge of the dance floor.

She turned to look at them. “And you thought you’d rush to protect me, again?”

She rolled her body with the music, their proximity so close that she was forcing Five to mimic the movement of her hips to keep from stumbling like an uncoordinated idiot.

“Something like that," he quickly shot back, "or maybe I thought the look of my beat-up face might remind you that you are luring in all the sickos again."

One of her eyebrows lifted just a little. “I am sorry about your face but are you trying to imply that you’re less of a predator?” Her hand brushed across Five’s chest as her eyes slowly ran over him. “Because… You look like the devil to me.”

Five’s hand moved from her shoulder to the small of her back, pulling her close. “Angel," he deeply growled, "I am one hundred percent a predator, but trust me, unlike with them, you’ll like it when I eat you.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head at him.

The gesture might have been dismissive, but her body language was anything but. She closed the minuscule distance between them, keeping her body pressed against Five’s as she took control of the dance they were doing, guiding him with a suggestive sway of her hips and her hands gliding across his shoulder blades.

Five did not like to dance and only did so when he was shit faced wasted, but he was buzzed and she moved like liquid silk, luring his body to forget it had bones.

As strange as it was, Five would have been content to stay there with her, just dancing and flirt fighting the rest of the night, but then the song shifted to a more bass laden sounding tune, and noting Five’s discomfort, the girl took his hand and led him from the dance floor. 

Her cool hand felt so good wrapping around his hot fingers, that alone was enough to make him follow but then she said, “Come on, handsome. You saved me, so I think that means I should at least buy you a drink.”

Five had known many compelling women but this little seductress leading him along had a very different kind allure about her and only part of that was in how she was so boldly handling him. Sure, Five had swagger, and probably a dictionary full of as many slights as he did pick up lines if he chose to deploy them, but there was something about the way this girl looked at him that made him feel sexier than he’d ever felt.

In a matter of minutes, Five had forgotten why he’d felt the need to confront her or protect her from the other men in the bar. Her face spoke of youthful innocence but everything else about her said differently and Five wanted to take care of her as much as he wanted to do very bad things to her.

Five knew something wasn’t right about that, but he couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Just like in the alley, he felt outside himself, only this time not necessarily in a bad way.

Chapter Two: The Devil's Advocate

After receiving their drinks, the girl took a sip, then gave Five a kittenish look that made his heart beat a little faster than it already was.

Though the girl was getting to him, Five did his best to feign indifference as he smiled back. “What happened to your wings,” he questioned as he looked at her shimmery white outfit while trying not to linger too inappropriately long on the tempting curves of her body.

“I parted ways with them because they were itchy,” she said with a pretty but sad sounding laugh. “Like you, I am more of a fallen angel type, so I fear the illusion I was trying to play off wasn't working that well anyway.”

Silence filled the space between them and Five looked down at the pink drink in his hand, his dark eyelashes fanning over his alcohol flushed cheeks.

“That bruising you’ve got going on really brings out your eyes,” she teased, reaching up to adjust Five's hair so everyone would be able to better see his two pointy devil horns.

Again, he'd totally forgotten that he was wearing the horns and since the girl seemed to be enjoying them, Five decided to leave them on as he huffed a little self-depreciating laugh of his own, then he sipped his matching fruity cocktail and said, “That's great. Just what I was hoping for when I threw my face in front of that gorilla's fat fist.” 

Being the perfect flirt she'd been since Five spotted her on the dance floor, the girl giggled at his grouchy response.

Not sure what to think of this young stranger’s forward behavior with him, Five gave her a sidelong glance.

She sat on her barstool, swirling the ice around in her glass with the glowing straw. Since it was even more crowded than when he had been over there before, Five didn’t sit, but leaned on the bar as he cautiously watched her. Thanks to the booze flowing through him, he felt at ease, but yet not at all, and that contradiction was making it hard for him to let his guard down enough to fully enjoy the girl's surprisingly not horrible company.

“If that hurts too much, I might be able to help,” she offered, clearly referring to his busted eye socket and swollen lip.

Five gave her a hard look. “And how would you help?”

“I’d take you somewhere private and I’d find a way to make you feel better. I owe you and I always pay my debts.”

Five frowned. “Am I missing something or are you looking to get yourself into trouble again?”

“You aren’t missing anything.” She flashed her teeth, her smile so innocent looking that again it was impossible to ignore that she was way too young for him to be checking out in the way he was.

Forcing his eyes off the barely legal eye candy next to him, Five pulled up his cuff to check his watch, noting it was after midnight.

“Like I said before. I would have thought you’d have gone home or called the police to report that guy, not continued with your evening like nothing happened," he challenged as he hesitantly glanced back up then even more firmly added, "Please don't take this the wrong way, but coming into places like this where losers lurk around every corner isn't a very bright idea."  

“What if I said that those kinds of losers were exactly what I was looking for before I found myself and even better catch?”

“I’d say you are fucked up,” Five replied, trying to laugh off her weird rebuttal, but as her hand came up and lingered near the knot of his tie, he stopped laughing and apprehensively asked, “What are you doing?”

“I am helping you.”

“I don’t need help,” Five sharply retorted, his smile beginning to melt away as a hard line drew between his eyes. He set his drink down, readying himself to scold her like an angry parent does a teenager. “I don’t understand why you are at a bar. There is no way you are twenty-one."

As he should have guessed, based on his own appearance, the girl looked very amused by him trying to put her in her place and that only irritated him even more.

“We have quite a bit in common and one of those things is me being older than I look," she said, simpering back at him. "Also like you, if I want something, I have my ways of getting it." She began to softly run her fingers up the back of Five’s suit coat, then to the back of his neck with tender strokes, teasing the ends of his hair. 

The sensation felt so foreign yet so comforting that Five reactively shut his eyes for a moment before quickly opening them again, only now they were filled with alerted suspicion, not the droopy look of contentment he had just so easily given himself over to.

“I don’t think you should be touching me like that,” he cautioned.

The girl looked unconvinced as she leaned into his ear, her cool breath adding to the tickling feel of her fingers splaying through the back of his hair as her nails delicately scratched his scalp in a way that made him want to drool it felt so damn wrong but good. Both feelings mixed, overwhelming Five as wonderful shivers shot up and down his spine.

Unable to fight it, he shut his eyes again. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself to this.

“Oh, I think touching you like this is exactly what you need,” she shushed as she watched him helplessly falling apart. “On top of that, I am not used to such interesting gentlemen like yourself stepping in to right the wrongs of this world for me. Meeting you was a refreshing encounter, and you make me wonder if this thing we have could be more than..."

As she pushed back away from him, Five opened his heavy eyes. The girl's smile was borderline silly as she rolled her eyes around as if thinking really hard about what she was about to say but then she baffled him even more when didn't say a word. Further messing with him, she looked at him again, then plucked the cherry from her glass and began twirling it between her luscious looking red lips.

It was more than clear to Five that she was toying with him but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t eagerly eating it up as he hungrily watched her every move and melted more and more with every sweet touch, she so willingly gave him.

“Wondering if we could what?” he anxiously asked when he lifted his gaze from her mouth to meet her mesmerizing eyes again. 

She said nothing, and his own eyes glazed over with raw desire and something much darker and harder to quench. 

Five’s hand suddenly clamped down onto her leg, midway between her knee and her hip.

Holding his breath, he looked down. He couldn’t believe he’d put his hand on her like that, but it was there, and it was in a very intimate spot.

“It’s okay. I want you to touch me,” she soothed.

Five’s mind filled with all sorts of other things he’d like to be doing to her and touching her only there was just the tip of that iceberg of things he craved.

Heart racing, his gaze rose to her mouth again, lingering on her teeth that were studding into her lower lip.

Five moved in closer, his hand slowly inching higher.

As the girl parted her legs for him, for the third time that night, Five felt as if he was having an outer body experience.

As if her doing that wasn’t temptation enough, a voice in his mind was telling him not to stop, and it was doing it so loudly it was all he could hear.

His hand slid upwards, reaching the top of the girl’s thigh, high up under her skirt where her hip joint met her leg.

Five brought his body closer still, clearing any space left between them as her knees pressed to the insides of his legs, but remained pointed towards the bar, hiding what he was doing to her.

“Number Five, I know what you want to do,” she sweetly sang, almost so quietly and hypnotically that he thought he might have imagined it.

Five hardly thought it was possible that this little vixen next to him had any clue of the things he wanted to do to her but then she proved him wrong.

“You want to make me come, right here while I am sitting on this bar stool,” she said, calling him out without an ounce of doubt.

“Fuck,” Five coarsely muttered.

His fingers as if having a mind of their own brushed across the cool wetness that was soiling her panties. Five's body ached with yearning that was only worse from the feel of that, but his mind suddenly and very painfully kicked back in as if he was just hit upside the head. 

As the lights from the dance floor scattered a rainbow across his face, he felt lightheaded and that had him frantically starting to question what was happening to him.

Five jerked back, but he didn't remove his hand and that was because he felt he couldn't; almost like something was mentally blocking his nervous system from doing what his brain was ordering it to do.

He was trapped.

Unfazed by his state of confusing, the girl reached down as her hand gently explored the smooth cotton that was covering his taut torso. She kept smiling as her fingers walked downward and then below the waistband of his dress pants. Five fought to think clearly, and pull away again, but her grip tightened around the top of the black wool fabric and she said, “Come on, lady killer. I am ready for you…”

“You said my name... But I didn’t tell you my name,” Five whispered as he started to panic. 

The girl’s eyes were locked on Five’s slightly parted lips, and they flickered with that same eerie light he’d seen in them on the dance floor, only this time, he was sure it wasn’t the pulsing lights making them look so otherworldly.

Running her fingers along the sharp angle of Five’s jaw, she only enchanted him further with what she said next.

“Five, I know who you are, and I think you are beautiful. Because of that, I am going to give you something you can’t seem to find on your own, and just so you know, I’d want to give it to you even if you were still outwardly that sad but sweet looking old man you have living inside your head. You are special, and your real age has nothing to do with it.”

“What are you?” Five asked, now sure that the woman next to him wasn’t at all the angel she appeared to be.

Again, she flashed him her pretty smile but this time Five noticed her somewhat elongated incisors looked very sharp.  

Five was stunned; his mind felt foggy, but the fear building in him kept trying to push through the haze.

“You don’t have to be scared of me,” she hushed him with her index finger softly tracing the line of his mouth, stopping before it graced the painful looking split on his lower lip.

Five was frozen in place as the girl’s icy looking eyes darkened and she said, “Like you, I may be a predator, but I assure that you’ll like how I bite.”

The girls’ legs nudged his, wordlessly inviting Five to proceed where he’d left off.

As if drawn to her like they were surrounded by opposite magnetic fields, Five reactively positioned his body even more so in such a way that casual observers would never know what he was doing.

With his hand still up the girl’s skirt, Five’s thumb hesitantly rubbed over her sex.

Five said nothing as he softly touched her, his fingers gliding under the silky fabric as his eyes remained locked to hers.

If the bartender came by them, he’d know exactly what was happening but Five couldn't bring himself to care about that or anything other than her.

The way she was touching him and the things she kept saying to him were all making the crotch of his pants so sinfully tight. That alone was making it hard to think straight but Five knew something was wrong, only he couldn’t bring himself to stop, not when wrong felt so fucking right and his brain kept shorting out.

Driven by unimaginable longing, Five came closer, his lips a mere inch from tasting her. “You may think you know me, but I assure you, you are meddling in things you don't understand,” he darkly warned, then he started to rub harder alongside the small nub of flesh between her legs.

The more his thumb circled her clit, the harder it seemed it was for her to resist rolling her hips against his touch and that empowered Five even more.

He felt like he was coming back to himself, but it was too late. He wasn't going anywhere.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he hotly whispered in her ear, giving her exactly what she wanted but denying himself nothing. 

“Please. Plea-”

Not satisfied, Five upped his pace.

“Fff-uck- Fff-” 

To his delight, she couldn’t finish her breathy hum of 'f' words. The girl dropped her head to Five’s shoulder, her lips brushing past the side of his cheek on the way there. 

He tucked his chin against her temple as if in a lover's embrace.

The feeling of her body being so chilly compared to his enflamed skin instantly reminded Five of how it felt when he was fucking Dolores. That thought and the girl’s immediate obedience that matched that of his beloved, were making his dick so hard it felt like it might rip out of his pants.

Aware of his growing problem, the girl started slowly palming the bulging fabric between his legs.

Five’s head rolled back on his shoulders and a low groan came crawling out of his throat that fortunately was drowned out by the heavy rumble of the bass pulsating through the bar.

“What if someone comes by?” he hissed through his teeth as he tried to focus more on what his fingers were doing than on how good his dick felt in her hand.

“If they know, that just makes this all the hotter,” she breathed against his neck.

Hell yes, it did. 

The thought of some stranger catching him fingering her and her not caring was driving Five’s mind crazy and that made waves of heat surge straight to his loins. 

She wanted him to fuck her and Five wanted to do that more than ever. A deep tightening in his stomach was filling him with visions of dumping his load all over her, just like he liked to do with Dolores when he was in the mood to really shock her.

That wasn’t happening but he was still fucking this girl and just as Five was wishing his hand had more room to move, the girl’s legs drifted further apart.

To that, Five swiftly slid another finger under her panties and straight into her with no warning, causing them both to moan from the venereal tightness of the sensation. Reveling in the feeling of being inside of a real woman’s body for the first time ever, Five’s thumb continued to rub the girl’s clit, and her wet skin directly against his own was making him want to rip the rest of her clothes off and spread her wide as he could so he could bury his face where his fingers were.

Five’s body was blocking his finger pumping in and out of the girl, but when he caught sight of the bartender, who had a slightly different view than the rest of the bar, he returned Five's look of dismayed lechery with a curious looking smile, making it look like he knew exactly what was going on but didn’t seem inclined to interrupt the young devil angel combo that were actively getting off in front of his bar.

“You are such a bad boy, Five,” she whispered as her cool breath tickled his ear and her compliments continued. “You so fucking hot, I wanted you the moment I saw you.” She nipped at his ear, her teeth grazing the shell. “Fuck, I want to taste you,” she prettily growled, and to that, she did taste him, letting her tongue move up his neck before she softly kissed the slight protrusion of his Adam's apple.

As she continued to rub her hand over the fabric covering Five’s confined cock, he wanted to return her compliments but the only thing that would come out of his mouth if he opened it was going to be a moan, so he bit the side of his cheek instead and kept at it, fucking the girl with his fingers thrusting in and out of her slicked hole.

“Oh yes, Ah-Ffff !” she cried.

Her agitated sounds of delight continued as she pulled at the top of Five’s pants, dragging his hips in so his erection came up against the side of her knee. 

Not even questioning it, Five automatically started moving himself against her, humping her with an unforgiving pace. To him, it felt almost exactly like he'd done it some many times with Dolores, and because of that, Five couldn’t help but let his tortured mind slip back to that comforting place of unconditional love that he always had with her.

Now he was safe. That quiet voice in the back of his mind screaming at him that something was wrong went silent.

In his mind, as he pressed himself against the girl, he created the image of Dolores. He could even feel the sensation of his hand holding the familiar shape of Dolores’s rigid fingers. It felt so real that Five could even hear her telling him that she loved him, and not thinking, he whispered it right back.

Dolores’s hand tightened around his, her lips softly kissing his neck again.

Five gasped. The world felt like it was slanting on its axis and he was about to fall off, and that startled him right out of his fantasy.

The seductress held him tight, not letting him move away. “It’s okay, Five. You can pretend I am her. I don’t mind."

Five’s eyes went wider and then even wider when her fingers abandoned his, then brushed through a gap between his shirt buttons, searching through the slits until she found his navel. 

She tickled her fingers around under his clothes, pushing them down the very fine line of hair trailing downwards. He all out spasmed when she found the tip of his cock where he'd tucked it to keep it hidden but was now overhanging his belt because he'd gotten so hard.

The little angel’s finger swirled around the surge of wetness that had formed at his tip, while her other hand squeezed his where he had it digging into her thigh.

All at once, Five's mind was filled with more reassurances and words of love, only now they were not in the voice of Dolores.

With those sharp white teeth pinning her plump lower lip, the girl collected the fluid, then brought it back up to her mouth, licking it as she gazed back at Five in the most sinful way.

To add to Five’s shock, the girl reached back down and started rubbing her thumb up and down the underside of his cockhead, causing him to go weak in the knees.

Five’s mouth burst open, and his words flew out of him. “Oh my god! I know you are inside my head, but I don’t fucking care. I want to be inside you so fucking bad. I want to destroy you. I could fuck you through that wall right fucking now!”

“Ah-hah… That again,” she giggled. “Twice in a matter of an hour you've had that fun idea. You seem to love the idea of fucking people through walls, don't you, Five." This time her taunting was followed by a provocative nip at Five’s lower lip, her teeth scraping over the tender tear in his pink flesh.

Five felt like he was dying. His heart felt like it might leap right out of his chest.

When the wicked cherub seducing him pulled back, letting his lip go, Five let out a small, whimpered plea. “Please kiss me.”

Five watched the girl’s red lips happily spread as she leaned back in, slowly letting her mouth mold to his. 

Five didn’t know what he was doing, but he’d kissed Dolores millions of times, so he thought about that, but let the girl take the lead for him because this was so much more than that.  

The girl was being so soft with him, not at all mimicking the pace of his fingers viciously pumping inside her. Her skin on his was pure ecstasy but when she prodded his lips to part, it was all new territory. The gentle lashes of her tongue teasing his had Five feeling desperate and he immediately pushed for more.

Hand on the back of her neck, Five drove his mouth harder into hers, letting out a soft sound like his soul was breaking.

He felt consumed by the taste of her, and the rhythm of his hand slowed almost to a stop, but only for a second before he picked it back up again and then everything picked up speed.

If the music wasn’t so loud, Five was sure that the sound of the girl’s wanton moans and the sound of his fingers squelching inside her would be heard by everyone around them. As it was, there was no hiding the small thrust of his hips as he fucked her leg like the horny devil he was.

Their kiss had turned deep and wild, and the fresh cut on his lip was throbbing but it felt almost as good as her finger that was still playing with the bloom of his cock. 

When she broke their kiss, feverishly panting, her lips traveled across Five’s neck, softly kissing below his ear with icy hot breaths.

He couldn’t take it anymore. She felt like Dolores, or better yet, like he wanted to believe Dolores felt.

He yanked the girl’s head back, forcing her mouth to drop open. 

Now he saw that her teeth weren’t just sharper than normal, now her canines were dangerously elongated.

He hadn’t imagined it the first time he'd seen it. Five wanted to say so many things, but he didn’t and couldn't. He eyed her blood red lips for only a second before he crushed them with his own again.

Five had never kissed anyone before this. He had never had the nerve to. He had never trusted anyone enough to let himself go in this way. He had no reason to trust this girl and she was clearly not all she appeared, but after a lifetime alone, he was finally getting the chance to have this and for some reason all his worries felt like they didn’t matter anymore.

Five had believed himself damaged beyond repair and that no one would want him if they knew who he really was, and if they did, it would be for all the wrong reasons, but when this girl saw him from the inside, she still had said he was beautiful… 

She started to gasp for air again, her lips moving against the side of Five's mouth. Knowing he had her right where he wanted, and not wanting to let up, Five covered the skin under her ear with wet kisses and daring little bites.

“Oh, Fi-vvve,” she keened, her hips pushing against his hand each time he pumped his fingers into her.

Wanting to make her cry out his name again, Five curved his fingers up, dragging them in and out.

A flood of unintelligible words spilled from the girl’s mouth as her fingernails scratched the skin on the back of his neck.

“OH! FFFfff-uuuck!” she cried.

Not wanting to draw even more attention than they already had even though he was loving this, Five immediately covered the girl’s mouth again with his, smothering her cries as he slid his tongue in, tasting her like he was starving.

The girl’s body started to tremble around Five’s fingers, the feel of it impossible for him not to notice.

She was trying to return Five’s ferocious kiss but was failing and he was in heaven just listening to the beautiful sound of her fighting him.

When Five felt that the pulsing flutter of her body around his fingers had eased to almost nothing again, it was as if the lights got turned back on and the music turned way down. 

Suddenly feeling like a spotlight had been thrown on him and like he’d been drugged and was coming down from the high, Five slowed his hips to a stop.

Despite his bizarrely uncharacteristic level of blind trust unraveling by the second, Five was still careful to keep a steadying hand on the girl and keep her covered as he withdrew his hand.

She met his confused gaze, looking totally blown away as her fingers that had been clinging onto his tie instead came to the nap of his neck, softly stroking his hair again.

“What did you do to me?” The question came out of Five sounding both scared and so full of anger that the girl looked taken aback by it.

“Only what you had wanted,” she defended.

“I didn’t ask to be fucked with. Get out of my head!” he shakily snarled back. 

Her voice came out so unwavering entrancing that it hit him physically. "I am not going to hurt you, Five. It’s okay. Come back to me. I promise it’s going to be okay if you do.”  

Blinking slowly, Five shook his head, trying to wake himself up. In less than a few seconds, even though he intended to, he couldn't let the girl go.

“That’s it, Five,” she soothed as he started to look back at her in awe, rather than filled with venomous hostility. 

She smiled with relief as Five hand started to lovingly stroke the inside of her thigh.

“You are so gorgeous unreal and I just... I have been wanting to do that for a very long time,” he quietly admitted while forming the most boyishly charming grin that it made the girl trapping him in her arms look at a loss for a moment.

“You’ve been wanting to finger me...for a very long time? But we just met?” she teased, followed by a laugh, that made the dimple in Five’s cheek grow even deeper.

“I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss someone who could kiss me back,” he coolly corrected.

“So, I was wrong," she dangled as she smoothed out the length of his shiny tie, her eyes purposefully getting wider the second her hand fleetingly passed over Five's cock again. "You weren’t thinking about getting your hands up my skirt so we could have a moment of shared public debauchery?”

Five lifted his hand to his mouth and nonchalantly tasted his fingers. “Mmm…” he hummed as he tilted his head to the side and his other hand naughtily grazed over the wet fabric between her legs. “I wanted to do that too,” he admitted with an air of playful confidence coming back to him.

Totally taken by the angel's spell again and feeling like he didn't have a care in the world, Five subtly rolled his hard length against her leg to the beat of the music.

“I think there’s more you want to do,” she said, giggling at him.

“What is your name?” Five suddenly asked, his hopeful eyes filled with emotion much deeper than his lust.

“It won’t matter after this,” she whispered just before her lips were on his.

Before he could even consider why it wouldn't matter, like before, her kiss tasted like a fruity paradise and Five wanted to drown in it. It was all teeth and tongue and madness, but then all at once, a metallic taste filled his mouth. He tried to pull back, but he couldn’t. The unpleasant flavor grew stronger, and the girl kissed him harder, her teeth locking down on his bottom lip as he moaned out of the sheer intensity of blinding pleasure hitting him and in pure terror and for what he didn’t even know any more.

Her kiss was consuming him, it was too much, but then the bloody iron like flavor abated and Five was suddenly swallowing something much colder and almost bittersweet tasting.

It tasted like nothing he'd ever known but he hungrily tried to get more. He kissed the girl back even harder than he already was. Five’s heart hammered in his chest and his body sizzled with heat so strong that he thought he might spontaneously combust.

Then it stopped.

He was standing there at the bar; the music so loud it was deafening. The girl was holding both his hands in hers as a curious smile graced her stained lips.

Five blinked a few times.

What the hell was going on?

He felt…

Actually, he wasn’t actually sure what he was feeling, other than he felt better than he ever had, and all he wanted was to kiss her like that again.

~~~~~~

A few moments later, Five had stripped off his suit jacket and was tossing it on a purple lounge couch in a private room that the girl was able to acquire with a mere nod of her head towards the bartender.

After scanning the small room, he turned to the girl, his eyes running up and down as she approached him.

Coming at him hard, her hands landed on Five’s chest, pushing him backwards until he was cornered with the back of his legs against the couch.

“What are you waiting for?" she taunted. "I thought you wanted to fuck me through a wall, and I am pretty sure that I see one right here that should do the trick." She slowly moved her gaze to the busy looking wallpaper to their right as if he didn't know what wall she was talking about.

With a devious smile spreading, Five goaded the girl right back. “Angel, before the night is over, I will be killing that tight little pussy of yours by nailing it through a wall or just railing the fuck out of it any damn place I see fit.” Five shamelessly palmed the crotch of his pants as he added, “But first, this devil wants to use his demon dick to have a different kind of fun with you.”

The girl looked honestly shocked for the first time by something Five had said to her and that made him very happy.

He quickly undid the metal fastening of his belt, and then undid his pants.

She was speechless.

As she already had felt, Five was not small, but now his tight black boxer briefs were leaving very little to imagination. He looked utterly adorable standing there with his pants down and his slim fit dress shirt untucked but doing nothing to cover how much he wanted her.

With a steady hand pressing down on the girl’s shoulder, Five encouraged the girl to sink to her knees.

He confidently stood above her, the only tell that he wasn’t as sure of himself as he looked was the slight tremble of anticipation running through his body as he took her halo, throwing it back behind her.

Sliding a hand down, Five pushed his underwear down, freeing his stiff cock.

The girl let out a little whimper.

Feeling pretty damn proud, Five grabbed a wad of her hair, then sharply pulled her head, pushing the girl closer to his body.

“My turn, angel,” he tauntingly sang with misleadingly boyish play in his voice.

She licked her lips then opened her mouth around him, her tongue leisurely tracing up the veins covering his engorged shaft.

After only one pass, the girl stopped to gauge Five’s reaction. 

The moment he locked eyes with the girl, she wrapped her lips around him again and Five was quick to push her down without warning, forcing her to gag around him as she struggled and gasped for air. 

Smirking, Five let her sit that way, letting her adjust as he let out an unavoidable low groan over that sinful act of cruelty. His fingers played with the girl’s silky hair, petting her even if it was a degrading form of encouragement. Doing as he pleased, Five refused to adjust the pressure he was putting on the back of her throat, but for some reason, it felt okay to being doing this, just like she said it would.

With a small nod of approval from him for her quick submission, Five reached down, requesting the girl give him her hands. She did, then he proceeded to place them palm down on his thighs. Taking her hair again, Five allowed the girl to move freely, bobbing her head up and down, mostly working his tip with her tongue.

Her eyes fluttered and her nails gently dug into Five’s slouched pants as he started to rock her head back and forth over him again, making his dick disappear in her wet mouth. Holding her the way he was, with her head titled back, her throat open and lined up perfectly, it allowed Five deep penetration and a view he'd only ever seen in porn and the sight and the feel of it was making his already heavy cock feel like it might truly choke her if he got anymore turned on.

“If it’s too much let me know,” he said, clearly indicating that she should push back if he was too rough or if he made her take him too deep.

He wasn't expecting it, but she immediately pushed back, then started circling her tongue around his tip as she moaned. Since this was not what he wanted, Five's mind whirled with punishments he could deliver but his stomach filled with butterflies the more he listened to her. As she teased the underside of his shaft, his breathing grew heavy, and he couldn’t help but grind against her marvelous tongue.

Reaching up, the girl’s hand dragged down over Five’s abdomen. She was taking her time with him, and it was evident she was enjoying it and the feeling of each ridge between his muscles as he held his body tight, trying not to sway. Five had to admit, he was enjoying it too, but then she wrapped her hand around him, covering the base of his shaft but not moving. His hands clenched; his knuckles white as he let out a rough sounding sigh of exasperation.

Letting his eyes settle on her, Five was just about to start thrusting down her throat again when the girl’s cold hand began to move, and her head shallowly bobbed over his cockhead as she softly sucked.

Five’s body shuddered and she responded by moving her hand up his length, jerking him a few times before pressing her thumb gently but firmly against the underside of his tip where her mouth was just popping on and off.

Sudden waves of pleasure hit Five, followed by shaky breaths as his fingers tightened their grip on her. Taking complete control of her movements again, he quickly forced her head down, pushing her lips sliding all the way to his pubic bone and only pulling her head up again so he could fuck into her throat all over again.

It’s not like he hadn’t warned her or given her an out. That much was clear in Five’s fuzzy mind. There was no denying he wasn't getting a sick sort of pleasure from her tears and her wet gags and each and every spasm of her throat, and there was no way he wasn’t enjoying the sound of the girl’s desperate whines and moans.

She wasn’t tapping out, but her fingers were digging into his thighs almost painfully as her eyes rolling back so far Five was sure her brain must be turning off because he'd skewered it.

Loving every second of dominating her and roughly fucking her face so hard he was making it impossible for her to think, Five paid her back by not holding in his deep moans and low grunts of euphoria, but all too quickly he had to stop, or it would be over, and he didn't want that at all.

As his hips slowed and pulled away, the girl’s swollen lips gently popped off him. 

Her brows furrowed upwards as she watched Five with a needy expression. Feeling like he could get away with it, he tapped her chin with the tip of his cock, spreading the drips of drool that the girl couldn’t help but have on her after taking him that long and hard. 

Five smiled down at the girl, a cruel sort of look spreading across his face as he watched the little angel wordlessly begging. He tightened his grip on the back of her head.

“God, you are fucking beautiful,” he breathed, then suddenly yanked her hair back, forcing her to crane her neck back. “I can’t wait to paint that pretty fucking angel face of yours.”

After a few more taps to the girl's waiting tongue, Five swiftly brought her down on him again, immediately causing her to gag. The sound of her body fighting him and the feel of her moans buzzing against him as she twitched and repeatedly tried to swallow, all had Five feeling so damn close to the edge again, but he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to.

Soon, his rhythm became even more aggressive as he took her head in both hands, sadistically slamming his cock into her mouth while griding the back of her throat before pulling off only to repeat the process.

“You really wanted my dick, didn’t you?” Five breathlessly sputtered as he threw his head back and his eyes fell shut.

Inevitably his brutal pattern became more erratic. Eventually, Five pulled back, fully pulling out. His hand that was tangled in the strands of the girl’s hair moved to the girl’s pouty lips instead.

Jerking her chin up he urgently asked, “You think you can swallow all of it?”

She eagerly nodded.

With an air of desperation coming out of him, Five stroked himself needily, bringing himself closer and closer as the girl watched in anticipation, her mouth open and tongue out.

With a few sharp inhales, Five’s body began to shudder, and his legs began to feel like they could give out on him. His heel squeaked on the floor as he drove forward, intent on delivering. 

A long string of rough groans fell from Five's gapped lips as the girl flinched and shut her eyes in response to the pearls of white falling over her awaiting tongue.

Having had plenty of pent-up sexual tension from just the last few hours, not to mention a lifetime of being deprived of anything to this level of sexual eroticism, Five’s load repeatedly spurt out of him in heavy ropes.

The girl swallowed and swallowed, trying to keep up but even though she was, Five deliberately pulled back, letting the last of his cum land across the girl’s flushed cheeks and drip down between the mounds of her milky white breasts.

"Oh fuck," he gasped. His hand remained clasped around his shaft. His angry grip kept moving but slowly as it passed over his hot length and he road that the last incredible waves of his release.

Even though Five was on another planet as the heavy sound of his panting started to abate, he noticed that the girl was suddenly sitting there still as a statue. She was totally quiet, and her hands were in her lap as if waiting for further instruction or perhaps it was because she was too scared to move. The fact that Five couldn’t tell was quickly overshadowing his feeling of frenzied contentment.

His chest was still moving up and down faster than normal as he looked in shock down at the mess that he’d made of her. Appalled at what he'd done, he quickly pulled up his clothes and swiftly tucked his softening dick back in his tight black underwear.

Starting to panic, he stopped at zipping himself up, worriedly staring at her again with his belt still dangling open and his mind falling apart. 

Five threw his hand back over his hair, brushing the dark strands out of eyes as he looked around the small room, trying to find something to clean the girl up with. He saw a convenient box of tissues, sitting on a small side table so he lunged for them, then gently as possible, he wiped his seed from the girl’s face. 

As Five was about to draw another disposable wipe across the tops of her glistening breasts, he stopped short, realizing that maybe doing that wasn’t a great idea. 

He tossed the soiled tissue on the floor, rubbing his shaking hand over his face.

As his fingers brushed over his eye, Five noticed it didn’t hurt at all. It felt totally normal, which made sense because he could also tell that it wasn’t swollen at all anymore.

All of a sudden, it dawned on him that it wasn’t swollen when they came into the private room. His lip felt normal too and being extremely horny couldn't be the only reason he'd ignored it.

Eyes still closed; the girl let out a small sound that Five wasn't sure how to interpret. Her hand floated up, a finger hesitantly poking at her sticky flesh where her white top dipped the lowest.

“I am sorry,” Five sputtered. “I don’t know what came over me. That was so-"

So ashamed of how he’d just treated her and confused about his face and that just let himself do that, Five couldn’t begin to formulate what he was thinking.

“I am going insane,” he breathed, his eyes falling away from the girl as he started to step back, but then her other hand found his, her cool fingers trapping him even more than the couch behind him.

She started to smile. Still her eyes were closed, and it was making her look so blissfully happy it only further confused Five. She was the hottest girl he'd ever seen but she was way too young for him, and from the time he'd seen her on the dance floor, he never intended to do more than have a friendly drink with her. But clearly something changed his way of thinking, but what that was, he couldn't remember and before he could get too upset about that and what he'd just done, the girl finally started to talk.

“You don’t need to apologize," she said, rubbing at her closed eye lids. "I loved every second of that, and I know that nobody has ever been lucky enough to say this to you, and you are more than worthy of the compliment, so here it is. Five Hargreeves, you have a very nice cock, and you taste amazing."

As much as it seemed she meant it, it also seemed she couldn't say such a dirty and brazen thing with out laughing about it and that made Five feel a lightness that made no senses with the rest of his heavy emotions.

This was not normal. Something wasn't right but he wanted so badly to pretend it was.

As nice as she was being about everything, Five couldn’t help but feel like a total asshole despite all his other terrify reservations, so playing along, he ineloquently countered that with the only thing he could come up with. “I do what I can do with what I’ve got, and unfortunately, I have nothing to compare that unforgettable experience to, but I can confidently say that was the most amazing blow job I have ever received, so thank you.”

“Your very welcome. I do what I can with what I’ve got,” she repeated, copying his words and tone so well that Five couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

Feeling some better, though he didn't understand why the sudden switch, his hand came down on her head again and he started to lace his fingers through her tousled hair, trying to fix it. He wanted to help her up and was reaching down to do it but that all stopped when her eyes started opening.

Five’s eyes blew wide as he stared at the unnatural light emanating back at him where before had only been the paleness of her bottomless eyes. Suddenly, he remembered begging the girl to kiss him while they were out in the bar. 

He remembered the taste of blood.

Her smile grew wider, exposing her fangs.

In an instant, Five swooped low, wrenching her head back at the same time he pulled out the knife that had been hidden in the strap attached to his ankle.

Eyes ablaze; he brought the shining blade to the girl's neck.

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To the end (Chapter 5)

The end of the world as you knew it began with the virus spreading in your dorm. Six months later, you are once again on the run. By your side is Sukuna, the bad boy of your camp, the most unlikely companion you expected. But maybe this is exactly as it should be because sometimes hope comes in the form of a smug smirk and a tattooed pair of sword-yielding arms.

Masterpost ++ Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, horror, smut and some fluff Playlist: Zombie Apocalypse Word Count: 5k Warnings: 18+, lots of angst in this chapter, side character's death, violence, gore, angst, smut, cumshot, cum-eating, squirting, rough sex, zombies, fighting, knives, blood, mentions of several side characters' deaths, alcohol, cigarettes, suicidal thoughts. This AU is based on The Walking Dead, so imagine a world like this. It's cruel and hopeless at times, but there is also a love story :) All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

You find Yuuji the next day.

You and Sukuna leave the forest in a different direction this time. It's a lovely day. The air is a bit crisp, but the morning sun is shining down on you, offering warmth and putting you in a good mood. It almost feels like before the virus.

You are strolling over a meadow, grinning to yourself as you think about your little party last night and admiring the ripple of the firm muscles on Sukuna's back, when he suddenly points to the right.

"There is something over there. Let's check it out, brat. Looks like someone was there, maybe the remains of a camp!"

You can make it out too. There is a small hill in the distance, and at its top is something, a wooden structure or something like that. Definitely something man-made. Maybe this is what you have been searching for! Maybe Yuuji was here, and you will find a message or a hint in which direction he went.

You smile at Sukuna, seeing the determined and hopeful glint in his eyes. You almost have to run to keep up with him in his hurry to get there. Hope fills you. Maybe your search will be over soon, and you can find Yuuji and move on from the hut and look for a better place to stay.

But the closer you get to the hill, the more you can make out the shape at its top, and what you see makes your heart sink. Instead of hope, you are suddenly filled with dread.

The structure on that hill is not a former camp.

It's a gravesite.

You draw in a sharp breath at the exact moment as Sukuna starts running.

Your heart is hammering loudly in your ears as you follow him quickly. You break into a run too, eyes fixed on the hilltop, and every step closer to your destination fills you with a greater sense of foreboding.

You reach the top of the hill a few steps behind Sukuna, taking in the scene before you: You were right. This is a makeshift graveyard. Your stomach clenches painfully.

There are three fresh graves. The soil is still loose and a bit moist. Each grave is adorned by a twig rammed into the ground. A twig with a piece of cloth attached to it, on which someone left a scribbled message. Probably the names of the ones buried here, or at least a last farewell to them, if their names weren't known. Someone was kind enough to bury them here, to give them at least a little bit of honor and normalcy in this world, which ripped all of that from you. You hold your breath as you try to decipher the words on the grave on the left, but then you hear a sharp intake of breath, and your eyes snap to Sukuna's tall figure. He looks pale. His eyes are wide open, fixed on the grave in the middle. Dread washes over you at the expression in those pretty maroon eyes. You think you have never seen Sukuna look so scared. You force yourself to tear your gaze away from Sukuna's face and instead turn your head to look at what he has spotted. And you see something that you know will make Sukuna's whole world collapse. It's a necklace. An all too familiar golden tiger charm dangling from a black leather band. It's slung over the twig adorned to the grave in the middle. You feel sick. What is Yuuji's necklace doing here? Your mind tries to come up with explanations. Maybe he left it here as a kind of road sign? A message for Sukuna where to find him? But you know how stupid those thoughts are. How childish. There is only one logical explanation. Instinctively you lift your hand, reaching out to the boy in front of you, overcome with the urge to protect him.

"Sukuna..."

But he is already striding over to the grave before your fingertips can touch him. The hand you had lifted sinks down again uselessly.

Everything seems to play in slow motion as you watch horrified, how Sukuna drops to his knees next to the grave with the necklace and starts clawing desperately at the ground, digging up the grave with his bare hands.

The air around you is heavy with imminent tragedy. The inescapability of it all weighs heavily on you, making it hard to move.

Death awaits you on this hill. Not your own and not Sukuna's, but a death that will turn the whole little world, the two of you constructed over the last weeks, upside down.

And Sukuna knows it too. You can see it in the desperate way he rams his long fingers into the ground, making the dark soil fly everywhere in his haste to find the confirmation of what he fears the most.

He wished to find his brother. And fate seems to have granted him that wish but in the cruelest and most twisted way possible.

You feel like an intruder. This is a scene too personal to witness. The desperation in Sukuna's movements, the raw pain and fear in his eyes. You shouldn't be here. You know deep down that you shouldn't see Sukuna like this. You shouldn't see this strong guy, who usually seems so invincible, meet his ultimate adversary. You shouldn't see his strong shoulders shake. You shouldn't hear his harsh panicky breaths.

Maybe you should turn around and give Sukuna some privacy. You know he doesn't like to be vulnerable in front of others. This proud boy who has constructed his tough attitude so well, always wearing a mask of arrogance and mockery.

You should leave him alone.

But you can't do it. It's wrong! How could you turn your back when he so obviously needs you? When, for once, Sukuna is the one who is breaking down, and not you.

Without noticing it, you have already begun to walk. Your feet carry you to the grave, and you fall to your knees beside Sukuna.

His gaze swipes over you hastily but is gone as fast as it came, and his maroon eyes are fixed on the soil in front of him again. No words are exchanged. No words could fit this moment. What could you even say? And so you stay silent and instead do the thing you can do. You reach out and push your hands into the fresh soil, helping Sukuna dig up the grave, which he thinks will contain his other half.

It only takes a few seconds more, and then you see it: A strand of pastel-pink-colored hair.

Everything comes to a stop.

Before the virus, you always associated pink with light-hearted and sweet things. Cotton candy at a fair, strawberry milkshakes shared with a lover or friend, fuzzy pink blankets wrapped around you during movie marathons, pink candy, and pink glittery lipgloss that tasted like cherries and which you liked to wear to parties. After the virus, all those things were gone. The world seemed stripped of its colors. Everything was grey when you drowned in fear and sadness. Until Sukuna saved your life the night the attack on the camp happened. And suddenly, there was color again. The pink hair of the man who became your companion and your light in this dark world. And so pink became hope. Pink became safety, a feeling of home. Because pink was firmly associated with Sukuna for you.

But today, pink means something different. Today pink means death and the loss of all hope. Today pink comes in the form of pink hair stained with brown soil and dark red dried blood.

Your hands hover in midair as you stare helplessly at the scene unfolding in front of you. Like watching a movie where everything suddenly goes to hell, and all you can do is watch in utterly horrified fascination.

Sukuna's eyes are wide open in shock as his large hands brush even more soil away in sudden, desperate movements. More pink hair is revealed, then a tan forehead and a jagged scar next to a black eyebrow.

You feel numb as you watch. You know this face. Already know who this is before the soil reveals all of him. It's the same face you have been looking at every waking hour for weeks. It's the same face you have grown to like so much. It's the same face as the one of the boy who is now your whole world. Only this one lacks the black tattoos his twin brother has inked into his skin.

Sukuna's hands start to shake as he wipes away the last layer of soil, and beneath it, his twin brother's lifeless face comes into full view.

Yuuji looks pretty even in death. His handsome face is unmarred, apart from the typical knife wound on his temple that will prevent him from rising from his grave as a zombie. Apart from that, he looks peaceful. Only his old scars are there, one on the corners of his lips and one on his eyebrow. Caused by a stupid accident he had as a kid when he and his twin brother tried to do a stunt on a skateboard that went wrong.

Your lips twist in a pained expression as you recall Sukuna telling you about this only last night.

Whoever buried Yuuji made sure to close his eyelids. His long black lashes rest peacefully on his tan cheeks as if he is just asleep. You still remember his eyes very clearly. They had a slightly different shade from Sukuna's. Honey brown, almost golden in the sunlight. Yuuji always had very warm eyes, full of kindness and joy, even in a dark world like this. But you know the eyes beneath those eyelids are dead and cold now. There is no warmth in them anymore.

Your vision blurs as tears start to run down your cheeks. Your fingers feel stiff, and your feet tingle, the telltale signs of a starting panic attack. Guilt washes over you. You inwardly slap yourself.

You have no right to break down! This isn't your tragedy!

Sukuna. Sukuna is the one who...

You can't finish your thought. It gets interrupted by a strangled sob escaping Sukuna's lips. A sound that is so raw and full of pain that it feels like a stab to your heart.

You watch dazedly as Sukuna leans down and claws at more soil, scattering the dark mud everywhere. Some hits your face, but you cannot bring yourself to wipe it away. You can't move at all. You watch in horror as the boy you have grown to like so much during the last weeks is digging up his twin's dead body.

You shake with silent sobs as you watch Sukuna grab his brother's lifeless shoulders and drag Yuuji out of his grave and into his arms.

It's a horrible picture. Sukuna is sitting on the soil-stained grass, clutching his dead twin to his chest, holding him tightly, and rocking him from side to side as if Yuuji is still six years old and alive, and Sukuna is comforting him after a nightmare.

You can now see the cause of Yuuji's death. Several bite marks on his muscular forearms. He probably got bitten while fighting a horde of zombies. Chunks of flesh have been ripped from those formerly strong and comforting arms.

The arms that reassured so many people in your former camp. An encouraging clap on the shoulder here, a tight hug there. Yuuji had always been there for everyone else, showing compassion and kindness. And strength. He had been, next to his brother, the best fighter you have ever met, slaying zombies with the baseball bat he formerly used as the star player of his baseball team back in college.

You can see that he died a hero. He died protecting others.

But that doesn't make things more bearable, not for you and not for Sukuna.

Sukuna's face is buried in his brother's hair, hiding his eyes from your gaze. But you can still see how his tattoed jaw clenches tightly, trying so hard not to cry or scream.

Just yesterday, you and Sukuna were laughing and drinking, and Sukuna told you so much about the twins' earlier life. You were so enamored seeing how his expression had turned so soft when talking about his little brother. The hut had been filled with the love Sukuna had for Yuuji. It had almost been a tangible thing at that moment.

The Itadori twins had always counted on each other. They had lost their parents at a young age and experienced loss and tragedy, but they had always known they would always have each other.

But now, all Sukuna has left is holding his twin's lifeless body in his arms, not even able to say goodbye to him.

Your heart hurts so much you think you might collapse from it. You are crying for Yuuji, the kind and selfless hero. But even more so for Sukuna. The one who is left behind. The boy who lost his other half. The boy who lost the person who had always had his back when everyone else made him feel like he was a disaster.

You can't hold back any longer and lift your hand to gently touch the back of Sukuna's hand that's tangled in Yuuji's hair.

"S...Sukuna, I'm..."

He yanks his hand away from you as if your touch burned him.

"Don't touch me!"

Sukuna's voice is harsh, brutal, and too loud in this otherwise completely silent world. His teeth are bared, and his pupils are blown wide. His face is contorted in helpless anger and pain.

You can't help but be reminded of a wounded animal that lashes out at anyone who wants to approach it.

You let your hand sink to your side but refuse to back away. Your gaze burns into Sukuna's, your voice surprisingly strong,

"Please let me help you."

"You cannot help! Stay away from us!"

You see his arms tightening around his dead brother's body, clinging to him desperately as if he fears you will take Yuuji away from him. He is irrational. He is out of his mind in his mourning.

Your heart aches. It aches for Sukuna, for Yuuji, for the twins who were supposed to stay together their whole lives. Tears are running down your cheeks in your helpless need to comfort Sukuna.

You try again, in a gentle voice, the way you would talk to a scared pet or a hurt child,

"Sukuna, I'm so sorry...please tell me what I can do to help you."

When his eyes meet yours again, they are hard,

"Leave. Go back to the hut."

"But I.."

"I have to do something, and I am doing it alone."

His stare is unrelenting, almost black from how big his pupils are, glittering wetly from the unshed tears he is holding back with all his strength.

Everything in you screams to throw your arms around him and hug him, offering him physical and emotional comfort. But the look in his eyes stops you. Because in his eyes you can see the boy he told you about. The one who ran away to get his face tattoed just to show his grandpa he could do whatever he wanted. The rebel, the troublemaker, the one who didn't mind ruining himself just to prove he was the one in control over his life.

You don't dare touch him. You are scared. Not of him. But for him. You are scared of what Sukuna might do if you deny him his desperate wish for solitude. Would he run away? Carrying his dead brother while running blindly towards his death just to escape your prying eyes? Just to hide the pain he feels.

And so you gulp hard and take a step back.

"Ok, I will go back to the hut...but...please stay safe, Sukuna, ok? Please promise me you will come back."

Something flickers in his eyes, and his jaw clenches before he looks away. His lips are trembling the slightest bit, and his voice is a mere whisper, thick with suppressed emotion,

"Just go, brat. Just fucking do what I tell you."

"Not before you promise me to come back."

Your fingernails are digging painfully into your palms from how much you clench your fists. You are shaking, full of grief for the one Itadori twin and worry for the other. This could be the moment that Sukuna snaps, you know that. But you just can't bring yourself to move before hearing reassurance from him. Just a little bit. Just a little hope that things can be ok again after all this.

Your eyes are wide, pulse racing as you stare Sukuna down. Finally, he growls and jerks his head,

"Yes, I will come back, brat. Now go!"

The last part is a heated, angry spat. But you know that, in reality, it's a desperate plea.

He is begging you to leave before he breaks down. Begging you to grant him the privacy he needs to mourn his brother.

You want to give him that, but it doesn't make things easier. You practically have to force yourself to turn around and walk away. Every step makes your heart ache more, and you shake with sobs the whole way back to the hut.

The day passes and turns into night.

No sign of Sukuna.

You force yourself to go to bed but lie awake for hours. Your heart is pounding heavily in your chest. There's a knot in your stomach from how tense you are. Your mind won't stop racing. You feel sick with worry, and regret begins to creep into your thoughts.

You shouldn't have left Sukuna alone. You shouldn't have let him convince you to leave without him. You should have said no, should have stayed by his side. You should have insisted on helping him do whatever he planned.

Fear has its cruel hold on you once again. Your mind haunts you with horrible pictures: Sukuna getting attacked by zombies or other survivors. Sukuna finding his death tonight because he is distraught and distracted. Sukuna breathing his last breath as his body sinks to the ground next to the lifeless body of his twin.

You squeeze your eyes shut as if the motion can prevent you from seeing the imaginary pictures in your mind.

Where is Sukuna? Shouldn't he have already been back? Is he out there injured? Or dead? Or did he decide to move on without you? You angrily wipe away some fresh tears, chiding yourself for those traitorous thoughts. No, he wouldn't do that! Sukuna said the two of you are in this together. He will come back!

If he doesn't die, at least. Your mind provides unhelpfully, sending you right back to the beginning of your endless cycle of worrying.

You feel anxious and restless. Your fingernails are already bitten down as far as possible, and your arms tremble when you wrap them around yourself.

You want to go out there and look for Sukuna. Part of you feels the urge to jump out of bed and run back to that hill. But what good would it do? Sukuna most likely isn't even there anymore. And the chance to find him in the middle of the night in these woods is next to nothing. You would probably just run into some zombie horde and get yourself killed.

And what if Sukuna comes back and finds you gone? You can't risk that. You have to stay here and wait, hoping he will come back.

Hours pass. Hours that feel like days. Every small noise makes you jump. Every muscle in your body is taut as a bowstring.

And then you hear the jingle of the tin cans of your makeshift alarm system. You gasp, your body tensing up with fear and a glimmer of hope at the same time. You don't dare breathe as you strain your ears for more sounds, trying to determine whether the sound means danger or not.

Your hand finds the knife hidden under the pillow and wraps tightly around its hilt.

But then relief washes over you when the jingle of the tin cans is followed by three rhythmic knocks. Your sign. Sukuna is back!

Tears of relief run down your face as you let go of the knife and instead hug the small pillow to yourself.

The door opens with a soft creaking sound. You hear the dull thud of army boots getting kicked off and the rustling of clothes getting taken off and discarded on the floor. And then light footsteps whisper over the wooden floor.

Finally, the mattress dips as Sukuna's tall and heavy figure joins you on the small bed.

He smells of sweat and smoke when his tall, firm body presses against your back.

"I'm back."

Your heart twists at how hollow Sukuna's voice sounds. But the pain gets drowned out by the relief you feel that he is back. He is alive!

"I'm glad you are safe. Are you.."

You stop, knowing how stupid it is to ask if he is ok. Of course, he isn't. What do you say in a moment like this? You don't want to scare him away again.

But Sukuna offers you an explanation anyways.

"I burned his body and waited until I could collect his remains. Maybe I can put his ashes into our family grave one day if I ever make it back home."

His words are spoken in a matter-of-factly tone. But you can hear how strained his low voice sounds. You can hear how much pain he feels. It makes new tears well up in your eyes.

To imagine him setting the body of his twin on fire and waiting there by his side until he could collect his ashes is too horrible. What must he have felt? All alone with his thoughts, drowned in his grief.

"I am so sorry. I should have stayed with you, Sukuna. I could have helped you. You...you didn't have to go through this alone. I... I am so sorry for leaving. I shouldn't have done that."

"No, I had to do that on my own...I...Yuuji... It had to be only my little brother and me."

Before you can react, Sukuna adds in a rough voice,

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Ok, we don't have to talk. I'm here, though, if you ever change your mind."

You can feel Sukuna's breath on your neck, coming out in pained huffs. Your chest feels too tight when you think about him suffering all alone while he waited to collect his brother's ashes. And even now, he shuts himself away, locks all the pain inside him, unable to share it.

You know he won't talk to you. You cannot give him the comfort of reassuring words. But there is one thing you can give him.

You push your body against Sukuna's, pressing your back against his chest and your ass against his groin, offering him the comfort of your warm body. Offering him something to get lost in. To stop thinking and just let his primal needs take over.

And Sukuna takes the offer. Strong arms wrap around your waist, and large hands slip under your shirt, pushing the thin fabric up to expose your tits, cupping them and kneading them firmly. You gasp when his long fingers pinch your nipples roughly.

A familiar hardness is pressing against your ass. Your heart is racing. You went from fear and worry to arousal in mere minutes, but isn't that what you and Sukuna have been doing for weeks already? Fighting for your lives, not knowing if you will see the sun rise another day, trapped in this neverending circle of fear and death. But there is always one thing that makes you forget about the darkness. When your bodies collide in a passionate embrace, the apocalypse is nonexistent.

Sukuna's denial to talk is all too relatable, just like his desperate need to feel you, to drown himself in the comfort of sex. That sweet distraction from this cruel reality he always gives you so freely. And now he is the one in dire need, and you are the one who can help him.

And so you press your ass against his crotch, grinding it slowly against him until you feel his cock grow even harder against you.

Sukuna humps your backside, rubbing his growing bulge needily against you while his silky tongue licks hungrily over your neck, and his fingers continue to play with your tits. He isn't tender or careful, his touch is rough, almost painful, but you don't mind. This is what you can give him. This is what you can do. Give yourself to him to use in every way he needs.

It's you who pushes your panties down to give him easy access to your pussy, offering yourself to him, letting him feel your heat against his straining cock. And he takes the offer gratefully, groaning into your ear and pushing his boxer briefs down to free his aching cock.

He pushes it between your thighs, letting his thick hard length glide through your sensitive wet folds, making your hips buck when Sukuna's swollen cockhead catches on your clit. And the next roll of his hips brings his cock to where he needs it the most.

Sukuna growls against your neck when he pushes into your wet cunt, his arms tightening around you to pull you even closer to him until you are pressed tightly to his tall, muscular body with no space left between the two of you.

Sukuna snaps his hips furiously, fucking you open around his thick cock with rough deep thrusts.

It astounds you how intimate this feels, how loving somehow despite the savageness with which Sukuna takes you. You are so close to him, trapped in his almost violent embrace, his teeth on your skin, his cock bullying into you with those brutal snaps of his hips.

You can't move, and Sukuna's grip on you is almost painful, but that's ok. You can feel his desperation to fuck, to forget his pain, his grief. He needs you tonight, and if this is how you can ease his pain, then you gladly provide it to him after all he has done for you.

You willingly let him use you. Let him fuck his sadness and anger into you. You reach behind yourself, finding his soft hair and grabbing it firmly as you let your head fall back and moan softly, encouraging Sukuna to take from you, telling him to fuck you as hard as he needs.

Sukuna grunts. His fingers dig into your skin, probably leaving bruises, but you don't mind. He picks up his pace, rutting desperately into you, fucking you almost brutally as low groans fall from his lips, only muffled because Sukuna's teeth close around your skin.

You feel something wet on your neck, gasping when you realize those are Sukuna's tears. Your lips tremble. Strong Sukuna, who was holding back all this time, forcing down his tears, hiding his emotions from you, is coming undone here in your bed. Crying silently against your naked skin while he fucks you hard.

You cry, too, tears streaming down your cheeks when your orgasm gets forced out of you after Sukuna's fat cockhead tortures your sweet spot unrelentingly over and over again. A surprised loud cry falls from your lips as your hand tugs firmly on Sukuna's hair, and you press yourself tightly against him, your pussy taking him even deeper as you shudder and twitch wildly around his thick cock.

Your shoulder is wet with his tears. They are running down your back and your arm, hot and wet. Sukuna's tight grip on you loosens. He pushes back, instantly making you miss the feeling of his hot, sweaty body pressing against you.

He sobs when he has to pull out of your twitching pussy. It's a sound so untypical for him, so scary and heartbreaking coming from this otherwise so controlled and smug man. It makes your heart twist. You want to take his pain away from him. You want to take care of him and be strong for him, if only just for one night.

Before he can do anything else, you turn around in his embrace and wrap a hand around his straining cock and pump him slowly, stroking him all the way from his thick base to the swollen head.

A gasp escapes Sukuna's lips, and a firm hand lands on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him until your face is buried in his naked chest, feeling the taut muscles of his pecs under your cheek.

You turn your face and attach your lips to his warm skin, kissing it tenderly, showering him with hundreds of small kisses while your tears smear over his chest, making his skin taste salty when your tongue glides over it.

You love him, you realize at that moment.

You love Sukuna. You love this mess of a boy who is so lost and such a tragedy. You love him. He is your light in the dark, and you want to be his too.

You desperately want to love him and want to make him feel whole again. Or maybe not whole, because you doubt he can ever be whole again after losing his twin. But maybe you can patch up this wound and help him live with the scar.

And so you kiss Sukuna's muscular chest with all the love you have in you while giving him a slow hand job. Your lips brush over a leather band, and you realize Sukuna must be wearing Yuuji's necklace. It makes your touches become even more gentle. Your lips leave tender kisses anywhere they can reach while your hand strokes Sukuna's thick cock lovingly until he pulses his hot seed over your hand.

You cradle him in your arms afterward, refusing to let him get up. Instead, you pull him to you, hugging him tightly and letting him rest his face on your naked chest. He doesn't even resist, just wraps his strong arms around you and buries his face between your breasts.

Not a single sound escapes Sukuna's lips, but you can feel his hot tears on your tits. You don't say anything, either. You just hold him and pet his soft pink hair while he silently cries himself to sleep in your arms.

Your mind is still reeling with too many thoughts to be able to join him in sleep, but you feel some relief, knowing that Sukuna doesn't have to endure this pain alone. He has you. You might not be very strong or a good fighter, but you can do this. You can offer him comfort and be his safe space. You can be the one he trusts enough to let his guard down. You can hold him, you can kiss him. You can love him.

I AM SO SORRY!!! I feel so bad for doing this to Yuuji and Sukuna!!! But it HAD to be this way. Ngl it was breaking my heart when I saw all your comments saying that you hope for a reunion of the twins, while I knew all the time that the reunion wouldn't be the way you wanted it. I knew pretty soon that Yuuji would die in this AU. I thought of the thing that would break Sukuna the most, and I knew it had to be his brother's death.

I once saw a post that said you should take your strong, invincible character and make them encounter their worst fear. I thought it was very fitting for a Zombie Apocalypse AU, and so I did it. I already made Sukuna's need to protect his little brother an important part of the Yakuza AU, and I wanted to include it here too, and go a step further and show the worst-case scenario.

It hurt me so much to write this chapter, trust me. I was crying so much, and I was too depressed to work on it for a while because I knew I would cry every time I opened the chapter or listened to the accompanying songs. But I believe that it had to be done. I needed Sukuna to break down and reader to catch him. I want a love story that shows that they both can save the other. And it doesn't matter that reader isn't a good fighter. She can still save Sukuna with her love.

Okkk, now that I made this apology, I want to thank everyone who is still reading this AU even after the long break!! It means a lot to me! The nice comments really helped me continue working on this story.

Please let me know what you think about this chapter. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

Chapter 6

[general-ida-raven]

I Hate You The Least - Chapter 1

Summary: Jude Voss has had her life flipped upside down twice in her life. The first time when she was thrust into a galaxy-wide war as a Separatist strategist, and the second when she was taken hostage by Clone Force 99. A prisoner turned unexpected baggage when the war came to a brutal end, she alongside the Bad Batch have to navigate the aftermath that is the Empire as well as navigate everything in between- down to how they feel about each other.

Pairing: eventual Hunter x Jude

Mostly follows canon, SLOW BURN, enemies-to-lovers, angst, eventual fluff (no smut)

I don’t remember who made this chapter divider, if it’s yours please let me know so I can credit you :)

chapter 2 is up here!

Captured by Republic forces was not how Jude Voss planned to finish out the war. 

More realistically, watching these clones fall under her hand was what she’d been envisioning.

She’d thought that the shifting tides were temporary, that the Republic’s advances would soon fall back and take a tragic loss. After all, that was what had been happening over the last many rotations. Why would this be different?

But, from her place in the strategy room reading and rereading their formations until her head hurt with the strain of the screen, was where she heard the first explosion.

One and then another, shaking the building and causing her to stumble. 

And then they’d arrived; a small squadron of five soldiers clad in red-and-black armor.

Their stun blasts had struck her before she could even fully turn from the console she’d been bent over, and everything had gone dark. 

Jude’s eyes drew open slowly, harsh light greeting her from overhead as she blinked heavy eyelids. Her limbs were weighed down with the after effects of the stun blasts, head swimming with incoherent thoughts and lungs weighted with her breaths. 

It took her all of two heartbeats to realize her hands were cuffed behind her back. She yanked at the restraints, grunting faintly and straining to free herself until her shoulders ached. Slumping back faintly she let out a defeated breath, moving her attention to the surrounding ship.

The interior was void of any other presence but her, opposite wall ridged with a pillar of bunks and storage crates shoved beside and underneath. Her body rocked with the shudders of the ship, body weight lurching this way and that as the engine hummed through the hull.

Jude turned her gaze quickly toward the cockpit as the door whooshed open. The visor that met her gaze was dark, the clone crossing his arms and causing his sniper’s pauldron to jut out more prominently. His lanky form regarded her in silence for a long moment, a low hum that sounded more like a snake’s hiss escaping him before he turned and stalked back toward the cockpit.

“Sarge,” Jude heard the clone’s voice hiss, a growl laced permanently into his tone as he spoke. “Girl’s awake.”

A beat later the lanky clone reappeared, a shorter one at his side. The latter’s head turned down toward her as he regarded her in silence before gloved hands moved up, easing his half-white helmet away from his head. Deep burgundy curls fell around his face, barely restrained from getting in his eyes by the stark red bandana that bordered his forehead. His slate gray gaze met Jude’s, intense as he slowly knelt to her level, half of his face darkened by both the tattoo that took up his skin and the harsh shadows that the overhead lights cast down on them. 

Jude held his gaze for a long moment, shifting as she tugged at the restraints that pinned her hands. “What do you want with me?”

“You already know the answer to that.” The clone’s voice was husky, tone breathy like smoke as he watched her carefully.  

“You were in the mood for my company,” Jude guessed dryly, her brows drawing together as she frowned up at him coldly. “Let me go before my forces come to find me and kill all of you in the process.” “Didn’t you hear?” The clone tilted his head almost mockingly, his dark brow raising and bringing his eyes more into the light. “General Kenobi found and killed Grievous on Utapau. The war is about to be over.”

“On your feet.”

Jude let out an involuntary grunt as a gloved hand closed around her arm and pulled her to her feet. The squadron’s sergeant- Hunter, he’d been called- locked firm fingers around her upper arm, pushing her toward the lowering ramp and prowling like a dangerous shadow after her.

Don’t touch me. She didn’t dare bite out the words, wary of what kind of reaction she’d earn, but she thought them nonetheless.

Harsh sunlight poured down on her skin like acidic rain as she stumbled out of the ship, hazel eyes squinting against the sudden brightness. Hunter brushed past her, moving toward the Republic base built into the cliffside, on which they’d just landed.

Finally at a Republic base and I’m the one in danger. Figures.

“We should not have brought her here.” Jude glanced over her shoulder at the growled voice behind her, just barely restraining a roll of her eyes as she watched the clone jab his scomp arm not-at-all subtly in her direction.

“I’m not the one calling the shots.” The marksman’s tone came out dry in response, slipping off his helmet and propping a toothpick between his lips as he tucked his bucket under one arm. “Don’t cry to me.”

“Stow it, Crosshair.” 

“What. You seem to forget that’s not my problem.” The marksman’s gaze slithered upward, meeting Jude’s and narrowing as he rolled the toothpick in his teeth. “Got something to say, princess?”

Jude felt her fingers draw up into tight fists behind her back, jaw setting as she met Crosshair’s gaze. “Wouldn’t you like to know, skug.”

The sound Crosshair made was somewhere between a hiss and a scoff. His arms crossed over his chest, marksman leaning into one long leg as his darkened gaze moved up. Hunter moved into Jude’s line of sight, sergeant holding his helmet in one hand as he trailed toward the rest of his squadron.

“Command says to wait here on Anaxes,” the sergeant informed, as smoky as earlier but less hostile when addressing his squadron. “More Republic forces should be arriving soon and we can load her up then.”

“Echo wants to keep her,” Crosshair commented, flicking his toothpick toward the scomp-bearing clone. Echo scowled in response, watching the toothpick bounce off of his chest plate.

“That’s not what he said!” The largest clone was, as it seemed, not the brightest on sarcasm. He frowned down at Crosshair, huffing loudly. “He said he doesn’t like her.” 

“Think with that little brain of yours, Wrecker,” Crosshair hissed in response, sending the largest clone a look as he miraculously produced a new toothpick to perch between his teeth.

“Enough.” Hunter’s interruption snipped off whatever Wrecker was prepping to say, the sergeant sending them both cold glances as the biting wind sent locks of dark hair over his forehead. “We have a mission to do.” “Technically, our mission has been completed.” Jude looked toward the taller clone who’d spoken; the only one of the squadron who wore white and also the only one who hadn’t spoken illy of her. At least, not in her earshot. “The target has been apprehended.” “We haven’t handed her over to command yet,” Echo commented, refusing to look Jude in the eye. 

“You’re right. So let’s get her ready to do so.” Hunter’s hand closed around Jude’s upper arm, earning an involuntary grunt from her lips as the sergeant pulled her toward the wide hangar that served as shelter for the clones and Republic soldiers.

Jude’s eyes flickered around rapidly as they crossed the landing pavilion toward the hangar, soaking in every detail she laid her eyes on. Square barracks of dark gray, shuttles lined neatly into rows, soldiers moving about in coordinated groups and transporting gear from one ship to another.

The second I get the chance, I can run to one of those shuttles. Could hot wire… then get back to the outpost and contact one of the Admirals for backup…

“See something you like?” Crosshair’s voice was dry as he stepped into her line of sight, his form lean but broad enough to block Jude’s view of the shuttles. Her gaze raked up to meet his, her eyes narrowing as she frowned before looking away from him. 

“That’s what I thought. Don’t bother trying to escape.” The marksman’s hand connected with her shoulder, shoving her stumbling forward a few steps for good measure. “We’ll only catch you all over again.”

Jude looked ahead, keeping her distress off of her face as best as she could. Her heart flipped in her chest, the woman keeping her breathing steady despite the way she wanted to let herself panic. 

Don’t panic. Don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t-

A blaster shot rang out.

Hunter stilled in front of them, turning to look over his shoulder, and slowly Jude did the same. Her turn had barely completed before blaster fire came, over and over, the sound a wicked cacophony in the air. 

The faintest flicker of hope grew in Jude’s chest, hope that maybe the Separatists had come for her, hope that she’d be saved, as she shoved around Crosshair’s and Wrecker’s forms to see past them. 

The blaster fire stopped as she peered around them, smoke still curling from the surrounding clones’ blasters as their weapons lowered. 

And the Jedi lying on the ground at their feet was dead. 

tags: @bananasugarwarrior @high-ct5555

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Neighbourly Troubles [Toji Fushiguro x Female Reader]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31155467/chapters/76989950

Summary:

[Toji Fushiguro x Female Reader] After a particularly shitty day at work you decide to treat yourself to a night out by yourself. However, the night quickly grows even worse, when your purse - including your apartment keys - are stolen. With nowhere else to go you find yourself sitting and waiting in front of the door to your flat - drunk and in a seriously shitty mood. The night takes yet another unexpected turn of events when you are suddenly faced with your attractive next door neighbour, Toji Fushiguro, who seems to be in an equally shitty mood as you are. Quickly the both of you find yourselves caught in a steamy argument and eventually end up entangled in each other's bodies...

Wordcount: 15,603

Chapters: 2/2

Tags: 18+, rough sex, top Toji Fushiguro, bottom reader, kinky, dirty talk, tattoos and piercings, porn with plot, neighbours

A/N: Head to AO3 for the full finished story. This is only Chapter 1. Chapter 2 is where the real fun happens.

Chapter One

With a swift swing of your hips, you kick the door shut behind you and throw your keys into the designated bowl on top of the dresser in the hallway. You manage to find the last of your nerves to properly hang your coat in the coat rack, the expensive cloth deserving this special treatment. Your shoes, however, aren’t so lucky; simply being kicked off and forgotten. The entire week was a nightmare. This day even more so. Rarely havey you had to work with such an incompetent team before. Even simple tasks apparently being too complicated for those idiots. The amount of overtime you had to work this week - solely to fix that plethora of avoidable mistakes - is nothing short of ridiculous.

“Thank fucking God it’s finally friday”, you say as you head straight for the kitchen. “One more day and I’d be on the news, wanted for several counts of manslaughter.” You fill yourself a glass of water and gulp it down in one go shortly after; the liquid making slight swooshing sounds in your empty stomach, as you move to your bedroom. The light silk of your sheets was neatly folded and awaited you with the silent promise of a much needed restful sleep. As much as you’d have loved to throw yourself into a deep slumber, you’re hungry. And in serious need of a hot shower.

You unbutton your navy blue blouse and throw it on top of the other dirty laundry, which was already spilling over the edges of the hamper. There’s no way you could put off doing the laundry any further, you really had to do it this weekend.  A soft sigh rolls over your lips. You absolutely hated doing the laundry.

Right as you’re about to unzip your black pencil skirt, you freeze; a slight shiver suddenly crawling up your back and causing the fine hairs on your arms to stand up. You feel like you’re being watched.  You turn your head and look out the window adjacent to you. Emerald green eyes pierce your own and then travel down - slowly. It feels almost as if you’re touched directly, heat spilling over your skin and finally pooling down in your lower stomach. You feel your core tightening, as a sly grin pulls at the corners of your neighbour’s mouth.

Ignoring the sensations that just washed over you, you straighten your back and take two steps towards the window. The green irises darken, the grin widens. “Seriously, whose bright idea was it to build this apartment complex in an H-shape? No privacy whatsoever”, you say to yourself as you pull the curtains shut, effectively ending the involuntary peepshow.

Toji Fushiguro - your neighbour. It hasn’t been long since he moved next door. Maybe three or four months, five at most, you weren’t really keeping track after all. From the few words you two have exchanged with each other, you learned basically nothing about the man who, not even a minute ago, was basically undressing you with his eyes. Though, there wasn’t even much to undress to begin with, as you’re currently only sporting a black and beige lace bra as well as your tight pencil skirt. You swallow, remembering how he was staring at you. Like you’re a delicious piece of meat. Toji Fushiguro is undoubtedly attractive. Tall and just as broad and a face so handsome it’s to die for. So far you’ve only seen him wearing long sleeved shirts or jackets, but you’re no fool, you’re practically certain that he’s packed with muscles from head to toe. Another shiver runs down your spine and you immediately shake your head, trying to push away the thoughts and images forming in your mind.

Ok, change of plans: You would take a shower and then whip up a quick meal to eat. After that you’re going to head out and look for a nice bar where you could spend the rest of the night, have a few drinks and maybe even find a possible suitor to spend the night with.  Toji Fushiguro might be hot, out of your league even, but he also gives you the creeps. You were not about to ruin your comfortable living situation, just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants and had to throw yourself onto your next door neighbour.

*

A low chuckle escapes Toji’s throat as he watches you close your curtains, a disdained look in your pretty little doe eyes. This wasn’t the first time he watched you - but it’s the first time you caught him. He takes another slow drag of his cigarette and keeps his eyes on the cream colored curtains in the opposing window. He’s able to catch another glimpse of your silhouette, slowly moving behind the thin fabric.

Toji has to admit, he was caught off guard when he saw you undressing. Each curve of your body and all that beautiful, unmarked skin, looking just about perfect to bite into. Until now he always took you for a boring prude. The business attire you always wear, while it was perfectly fitted, certainly gives off the impression of an unhappy secretary who hadn’t been fucked in ages and only cared about Excel sheets and detox drinks, at least to him. But that sexy dessous he saw you donning just a minute ago might just suggest something else entirely. Maybe he’s wrong about you?

Anyway, it doesn’t matter. He has a job to get done today, there’s no time for unnecessary distractions such as you - tempting as it might be.  Toji finishes his cigarette and turns back around to the assortment of weapons he has laid out on top of his bed. Time to get shit done.

*

Toji’s head is throbbing. His jaw, to be more precise. One of those motherfuckers had actually managed to land a hit on him. His right hand is occupied with carrying his large black weapons bag over his shoulder, so he reaches to touch his face with the other, feeling the slight swelling under his fingers. That’ll probably leave a bruise. Fucking great . “Bastard”, he mutters, scratching his neck. He wants to get out of these dirty clothes and take a shower already. His mood gets progressively worse with each step he ascends towards his flat on the fourth floor. The hit was a success - obviously it was. Toji never fails a mission. His asshole of a client, however, had managed to leave out some rather important details. Details which resulted in his battered jaw. Toji is pissed.

Well, at least the job pays good money. Toji takes another step in the pitch black hallway, when he suddenly halts. His eyes were used to seeing in the dark, so he quickly spots the familiar figure slumped in front of the door to apartment 7. Toji cocks an eyebrow. Now look what we have here . If it isn't his precious little next door neighbour with the nice pair of titts.

Suddenly the pain in his jaw is forgotten. Toji takes another silent step, as he finally reaches his floor. He looms over you like a shadow come to life - like an unspoken promise. You haven’t noticed him yet. Toji takes a few seconds to inspect you, lazily dragging his eyes across your body. Your back was pressed against your apartment door, legs pulled up towards your chest and your head resting on top of your knees. He can’t really make out what you’re wearing. A dress, maybe?

However, that still doesn’t explain why you’re sitting in the hallway in the middle of the night like a lost puppy. What time is it, anyway? No clue, he doesn’t wear a watch. Too much of a hassle.

Toji’s interest is piqued, so he closes the distance between you and him. His steps still not making a single sound on the stone floor. As he crouches down right next to you, he catches a whiff of something alcoholic. Whisky, probably. The familiar smell making his mouth water. An impressed smirk slides across Toji’s lips. He didn’t take you for the whisky kind of girl. Or for the type of girl to pass out drunk in front of her apartment door, for that matter. It seems his impression of you doesn’t live up to reality.

He licks his lips, the metal of his tongue piercing rubbing against his skin. Maybe this night held yet another surprise for him. This time a much more pleasing one than a punch to the face from someone who doesn't even know how to aim a gun correctly. Hahh, Toji enjoyed  rearranging that guy’s guts with his knife, how he begged.

Toji extends his hand towards you, halting just mere inches from your face, wondering whether his hands were still bloody or not. He quickly decides that he doesn’t actually give a fuck. This right here was a bad idea in and of itself, he should just ignore you. Usually he never messes with women he knows - too many drawbacks. But your unexpectedly sexy peepshow from earlier still has him entranced. So he might as well go all out and play it risky. If shit got out of hand he could just easily get rid of you and move on after all.

After making up his mind, Toji flicks your head. This is the first time he’s this close to you, the first time he touches you, your skin giving of a hypnotizing aroma. A dark grin spreads across his face as he watches your reaction, his eyes darkening.

You jerk out of your drunken slumber, when something rough suddenly touches your forehead. Blinking profusely, you find yourself still in the dark hallway you fell asleep in earlier. But this time you’re not alone. An audible gasp escapes your throat as you’re faced with none other than Toji Fushiguro. Right in front of you.

You can smell fresh sweat and cologne on him, an intoxicating mix of masculinity and sandalwood and rain. Dark and spicy - like forbidden nectar. The scent makes your mouth water. You swallow and subconsciously take another deep breath, this time catching a whiff of something else entirely clinging to him. Something you can’t really describe, something metallic, maybe?

His deep voice catches you off guard. The timbre of it reverberating through your body and making your stomach flutter. “Heya, sweetheart. Whatcha doin’ here at this hour?”, Toji asks. His tone doesn’t give away what he’s thinking, he seems to be amused at most. The situation suddenly settles in and you can feel your cheeks heating up - thank God it’s dark. You hadn’t planned to fall asleep here, you just wanted to wait until morning and then hopefully get a hold of the apartment complex’ janitor. The alcohol in your system must have made you drift off into a half asleep state without realizing.

Toji’s question pops up in your head again. You still haven’t answered him. “I-I was robbed”, you stammer. Bile and fury rising in your throat. “Some asshole stole my purse”, you add and grind your teeth, remembering what went down earlier tonight. You were on your way back from a bar called “ Sorcerer’s Temple ”, clinging to the arm of a particularly nice piece of man, when he suddenly dragged you into a dark alleyway, rammed his elbow into your stomach and ran off with all your belongings - including your phone and apartment keys.

Well, Toji certainly didn’t expect that answer. Sounds like your night was just as shitty as his, maybe even worse. “You ok?”, he asks, wanting to lift your chin to get a better look at you, but he fights off the urge to touch you further. “Yeah, just super tired”, you answer while you lay your head back and rest it against the door. Is it so wrong to want to go out and unwind? Why did that shit have to happen to you of all people? Now you’re stuck in this awkward situation with your neighbour. God knows what he’s doing here late at this hour anyway.

An idea forms inside Toji’s mind. Oh yes , this is going to be much easier than he thought it would be. “Wanna crash at my place? You can have the couch, pretty comfortable thing if you ask me.” Toji could easily pick your door in less than twelve seconds, but obviously he wouldn’t tell you that. Not because he didn’t want to frighten you, but rather because that would be no fun. He might as well take the chance and invite you over to his place and see for himself whether he’s wrong about you and you actually are more than a lame goody two-shoes.

Sleep over at his place? You really weren’t expecting that kind of an offer coming from the guy who oogled you up and down just a few hours earlier. And to be frank, you don’t take him for the awfully altruistic kind. Looking him up and down, you squint your eyes and furrow your brows, looking like you’re trying to solve a complicated riddle. Toji could practically see you weighing the possible pros and cons of his invitation. He cocks his head to the side a little, not willing to let you out of his sight just yet. The play of emotions on your face being way too entertaining for him to miss it. You take your sweet time with your answer. He already expects you to decline when a resolute look settles on your face. 

“You know what? Fuck it , I’ll sleep on your couch. Anything is better than the floor.”

A low chuckle erupts in Toji’s throat. Not only did you agree, but you also throw out one curse word after the other. So unfitting of such a fine business lady like you are. He’s really beginning to like that other side of you. This is going to be fun. Straightening his back and standing back up to his full height, Toji holds his unoccupied hand out towards you. A wide grin is plastered across his face, his exhaustion from before seemingly forgotten.

You don’t hesitate and take his outstretched hand. Obviously you still don’t trust this man, but at this point, what is it that you have to lose? Your purse is gone already and the chances of Toji being some psychopath murderer - though fitting of his grim aura - are low, realistically speaking. So you might as well take your chances; the whiskey you drank earlier making you more adventurous anyway. 

Strong digits clasp around your own, practically engulfing your smaller hand. His skin is hot and rough and you love the feel of it, heat beginning to pool in the depth of your stomach again. Shit, maybe you should throw your prior resolutions overboard after tall. This absolut beast of a man would certainly be a good lay and could probably manage to take your mind off of that horrible week you had.

You’re suddenly torn from your thoughts as a jolt goes through your entire body and you’re pulled off your behind and up. You stagger forward, your legs unprepared for the abrupt need to support your full weight. Instinctively reaching your hands out, you fall against Toji’s chest, his muscles tensing up underneath your touch. A small, sharp inhale escapes your mouth. This ass, he absolutely did that on purpose!

Toji laughs, relishing in your honest reaction. “Sorry, dear. You good?” 

“I-I'm alright, thanks. My back just hurts from all that sitting”, you say awkwardly, trying to calm your racing heart, afraid he might notice the pounding behind your ribs. Your hands are pressed against his chest, the muscles so hard and broad it is making you shiver. 

Suddenly you can feel Toji's large hand spread across the small of your back, his long digits practically covering you. Your muscles immediately tense and your eyes dart up at him; he’s so tall, massive even. “Want me to massage you, doll?”, Toji says, putting some pressure on his fingers and slowly moving them up your back. He could feel the arch of your spine, shifting slightly underneath his touch. A wolfish grin is tugging at his lips, but he keeps his face indifferent, not wanting to scare you off. Though he’s not sure how much you could see in this darkness anyway. 

“Thanks Toji, but I'm good”, you say firmly and you’re proud that the weakness in your knees did not travel up and sully your voice. You know what he’s trying to do, he’s playing with you, enjoying your awkwardness. But two can play that game, you’re not some kind of docile lamb, that just sits around and gets played with. Stubbornness blooms and promptly takes control within you. You take a step back, your hands leaving the man's chest, his hand on your back disappearing. Straightening yourself up, you try to catch his gaze, the lack of any light making it hard to make out his face. “Also, stop it with the pet names, would you? I'm not your doll.” Though you might be drunk, you certainly didn’t swallow your tongue, Toji's sweet talking is provoking you. 

Toji definitely didn’t expect you to talk back like this. You seem to be much more feisty than his initial impression of you led on and he is thriving . His cock reacting with an eager throb underneath his black pants. Oh yes , he would shut you up real good. “Aaw why, you don’t like ‘em?”, he responds in a mocking tone, staring down at you. You strain your neck to look back up at him, trying to glare a hole into him, but at the same time fighting the urge within you to throw yourself at him and shut him up with a hot kiss. Feeling yourself getting antsy, you clench your fists and pump them repeatedly in order to distract yourself from the thirst coursing through your guts. Taking his sweet time Toji backs off and turns around, walking towards his apartment door. 

“I don’t. It’s condescending when someone you don’t know calls you these names”, you answer and follow him. Now that he has his back turned towards you, you realize just how large he is. You gulp and wish the lights were turned on, so that you could take in his amazing physique better. The metallic clattering of keys catches your attention and you take another step forward, not too close, but just close enough so that you could feel the heat radiating off of his body.

A door creaks open and suddenly a light comes on. It’s not a bright light, probably just a small lamp beside the entrance, but the sight of Toji standing in that dim glow still takes your breath away. He looks like a dark god, looming broad and menacingly before you. Yet again, you’re met with his green eyes, as he turns to look at you over his shoulder. 

“Want to get to know me better then?”

Instantly your mouth turns dry. Your mind begins to flood with explicit images of the two of you, entangled in each other’s bodies, you beneath him… fuck . There’s no way to prevent the dirty fantasies from rising within you as a tingling ache begins to settle itself between your legs. You can’t deny it anymore, you’re horny and you want to fuck that man in front of you. Rather, you want him to fuck you . You fight down the urge to press your thighs together, not willing to grant him that satisfaction, because you’re absolutely sure he’d notice that, going by the way his eyes never seem to leave you alone. 

Not wanting to let him have the upper hand this easily, you raise your chin and cross the distance between the two of you. Toji, as he notices your approach, turns around fully; still blocking the now open doorway with his broad physique. The pace of your heartbeat picks up the closer you get to him, a dark excitement coursing through your veins. You mimic the sly grin which Toji had shown you earlier and push past him into his home. As you do that, your hips brush past his own and you can see the muscles in his jaw tightening, the expression immediately sending shivers down your spine.

“I’d like a glass of water”, you say with a mischievous smile on your lips. After a few steps into his flat, you turn back around to your neighbour and are suddenly met with him directly in front of you. When did he get this close to you? You didn’t even hear him shut the door. Whatever , it doesn’t matter; you’re too caught up in your play to think about that stuff right now. 

“I’m thirsty”, you add, looking up at him and tilting your head slightly to the side, giving him a good view of your exposed neck and shoulder area. 

A dark hunger rises in Toji’s body as he watches you presenting yourself to him on a silver platter. Like a little sheep ready to be devoured by the big bad wolf. He’ll enjoy defiling you. He licks his lips and lets his eyes travel over your body once more. Now that there’s some light, he can properly see the clothes you’re wearing. A pine green silk dress with a plunging neckline that shows off your beautiful set of titts. He can’t wait to get his mouth on them. Further down, the black leather belt looped around your waist accentuates your curves quite nicely; maybe he would wrap it around your neck later on.

Toji closes his eyes and hums a low groan, as he pulls himself away from you, taking a step back and heading straight for the open kitchen right next to the living area the both of you are currently standing in. “A cold glass of water for the lady, comin’ right up”, he says, reaching for one of his cupboards, trying to think of anything but the inviting look in your eyes. If he didn’t get away from you right this minute, he’d have fucked you right then and there on the floor. The idea is tempting, but also wasteful. Toji would much rather take his time with you, exploring every inch of your body.

Satisfied with his reaction, you watch Toji fetch you a glass of water. You use that time to look around his apartment. The layout is the same to your own home, only mirrored. From what you could make out from the few light sources, his flat seemed nice but rather impersonal; with chic dark furniture but no decorations or plants whatsoever. In a way it fit him. Growing bored you make your way to the kitchen, where Toji is currently closing the fridge, water bottle in hand and back turned to you. You step beside him, putting your hands flat on the kitchen counter and not so accidentally brushing along his fingers, before you hoist yourself up to sit on the cold marble surface. 

“Here’s your water”, Toji says, gaze fixated upon you, a sinful smirk on his lips. There’s a vertical scar running through the right corner of his mouth; the rough mark causing your hunger to grow more and more. You return his smile with an equally alluring one and accept the glass from his hands, taking a few sips. The stinging thirst in your throat finally settles and the only thirst remaining is for the man right next to you, a throbbing ache between your legs. Toji shifts and positions himself directly in front of you. You hold your breath, eager, waiting. He takes the glass from your hands and places it somewhere on the counter where you can’t reach it - not that you would try to.

Without warning Toji’s hands are on your thighs, rough digits digging under the smooth silk of your dress, slowly moving up and forcing your legs open. You don’t resist and spread them so that he can position himself right between them. The lace of your underwear feels slick against your skin; Toji’s fingers leave a burning sensation on your thighs that only further increases your need for this man. He leans forward and - to your dismay - his hands leave your body. He places them on the counter, right next to you, effectively caging you in with his large body. Your breath is shallow, your chest rising and falling with each hot breath. He’s so close but at the same time not close enough.

“Listen, Kitten”, Toji says as he closes the distance between him and you; lowering his head just enough that his lips brush over the spot right beneath your ear. His messy black hair leaves a prickling sensation where it touches you. You take a sharp breath and bite your lower lip, unconsciously tilting your head to him like a submissive prey animal. Toji, meticulously observing your reactions, smiles against your skin before he continues, “I’m gonna go take a shower now. If you’re not gone by the time I’m back...” His lips travel down and he places a soft kiss on your throbbing pulse before he retracts and brings his face right in front of yours, looking you straight in the eyes; his pupils are dilated. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You almost moan just from his whispered words. The desire in your lower belly keeps on growing and spreads out towards your limbs in shiver inducing heat waves. Your nipples instantly turn hard and sensitive, rubbing against the silk fabric of your dress. Just what is this man doing to you?

“Are we clear?”

A slight nod is the only thing you manage. You’re already a pulsing mess and he hasn’t even touched you yet. The timbre of his voice and the dark aura radiating from his body were enough to make you wet. You couldn’t help but feel excited for what’s to come and almost follow him to the bathroom when he leaves the kitchen - just so that you could feel his lips on your skin again sooner. But something inside you tells you to wait. You take another sip of water and then jump off the counter to settle on his couch, your legs almost giving in underneath you.

*

As the muffled sounds of the shower seize you immediately tense and sit up straight from the cushions beneath you. While Toji was in the bathroom next door, you were left alone with your thoughts. The throbbing in your lower regions decreased only slightly, your anticipation was still keeping you on the edge of your seat. You keep imagining what he would do to you when he comes back, what his body would look like underneath that black long sleeve turtleneck he was wearing.

A few more minutes pass during which your eyes are practically glued to the bathroom. Then the door swings open. Enveloped in a cloud of hot steam, Toji emerges. He’s wearing nothing but grey sweatpants and you can make out a fine shimmer of condensation atop his skin.

“Fuck”, you mutter without realizing. He’s seriously way too hot ! What the fuck!

You’re shamelessly staring at him, taking in every inch of his amazing physique. From his smooth chest, over his strong arms and down his chiseled sixpack to the V-line leading into his sweats. The slight bulge which is visible underneath the thick cotton makes your mouth water.

Toji sees you sitting on his couch and his signature smirk returns to his lips. “You’re still here”, he comments and reaches to scratch his neck, his damp hair feeling nice and cold against his hot skin. His smile only widens when he notices your staring.

Your breath is taken away by the movement of Toji’s muscles as he lifts his arm. Your eyes glued to his massive biceps before the dark ink on his skin catches your attention. A large tattoo circles around his entire torso. Beginning at his waist, a worm or caterpillar-like creature stretches over his chest, shoulders and back. The tattoo looks almost grotesque, like a real life demon crawling over his skin, but at the same time it fit Toji just perfectly. 

Finally , you manage to snap back into reality. Thank God, you almost started drooling then and there. “You don’t have to act surprised, Toji. You knew I’d stay”, you retort confidently and judging by the bellowing laugh you earn from him you’re more than right with that suspicion. 

“Little one, you’re quite bold. I didn’t expect that”, Toji says, still chuckling and draws closer towards you. As he steps into the light of the floor lamp, you notice for the first time the many scars scattered across his entire body. They all look unique, some are long and thin, others are round and protruding slightly. A light shiver makes the fine hairs on your neck stand up. What kind of job does this man have, you wonder, to be riddled with all these marks. You don’t dare to ask though.

Toji reaches the couch and stands right in front of you, staring down at you for a few hot seconds, the intent in his eyes darkening, his lust growing. The dark green silk looks beautiful against your skin. He couldn’t wait to rip the fucking dress off your body and lick your skin all over.

“Come here”, you demand and motion for the large man to bend down to your level. You want to touch him already, want to feel his hands on your body; you’re growing more and more impatient.

Instead of sitting beside you, however, Toji leans down and places his hands on the couch cushions to the left and right of your hips, caging you in like he did earlier in the kitchen. There’s a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The smile has vanished from his lips and you can’t really read his expression. Is he… angry ?

“Listen, angel , I think you got the wrong impression of me”, he begins and leans down further, past your shoulders, so that you can feel his hot breath against your ear. “I’m no nice man. I don’t play nice.” 

You make an audible gasp, heart stopping for a second and then resuming its pace at twice the speed. His voice is deep and filled with intent. It makes your skin crawl and your cunt twitch - eagerly waiting to be touched.

Toji runs his hand over your right arm, his touch light, yet burning. The skin underneath his fingertips erupting in a burning blaze. He trails up, brushing against the spaghetti strap of your dress, lightly tugging at it once before he continues his search for something you don’t know yet. His eyes are glued to the spot where his fingers touch your trembling skin.

“So if you continue riling me up like this…” 

Suddenly you feel his hand on your neck. His long, callused digits spreading over your throat in a featherlight touch. You gulp and hold your breath, anxiously waiting for his response. 

“Your sweet little ass is gonna end up gagged and writhing underneath me. Understand ?”, he threatens and grabs you - hard . Jerking your head upwards and forcing you to look him in the eyes. You can’t breathe, he’s pressing down on your windpipe. A choked yelp escapes your lips when you try to speak. The pressure on your throat makes your eyes water. Toji’s harsh words cause you to shift excitedly and you subconsciously begin to grind against the couch cushion. You didn’t expect him to respond so violently, but you don’t oppose it. In fact, it’s the exact opposite, his dominant behaviour only turning you on further.

Toji eases his grip around your throat slightly and you immediately nod, not having forgotten his prior question. A sinister smile spreads across his lips and he cocks his head to the side, his unruly black hair falling into his face. Look at you , a beautiful teary-eyed submissive slut. Until a minute ago you were so confident, so graceful. But as soon as he puts his hands on you you turn into a quivering mess. And Toji loves every single second of it. He’ll take his time to absolutely ruin you.

“Hmm, I don’t think you understand just yet. I think a vixen like yourself has to be reminded of her place first.”

His large hand lets go of your throat, moves over your jaw, his thumb brushing across your lower lip, before he settles at the back of your head. Toji grabs a fistful of your hair, wrapping the soft locks around his fingers in a tight almost painful coil. You don’t know how to react, the sudden shift in his behaviour entrances you and practically forces you to keep your eyes on his face. His attractive features, these high cheekbones and his chiseled jaw, are absolutely intoxicating. Never did you expect your night to take such a turn of events. You should thank the bastard-thief, really, for providing you with this opportunity. The opportunity being: Being fucked dumb by Toji Fushiguro.

You’re pulled to your feet and pressed down on your knees a mere second later, trapped between the couch and his hips. Toji jerks your head up, relishing in your pained expression before pressing his groin to your face, rubbing his clothed cock against your cheek. He breathes a sharp exhale. Instinctively you place your hands flat against his upper thighs, trying to support yourself so as to not lose balance. The sudden movement caused your dress to slide up, exposing the smooth skin of your legs, your knees rubbing over the carpet in front of the large sofa.

“What are you waiting for? Get to work”, Toji says; his voice deep and his tone dripping with condescension.

You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart and tug your fingers under the elastic of his sweatpants. The throbbing you can feel in his loins only spurring you on further. If he wants you to get to work then that’s what you’re going to do. You’re quite confident in your oral skills, this isn’t your first rodeo after all. You shoot a quick glance up towards Toji, he’s watching you - hungrily, impatiently . The sight makes your insides flutter. Returning to the task at hand, you pull down his pants, the cloth crumpling around his knees.

Toji watches with a dark amusement, as your eyes noticeably widen at the sight of him. He’s hard and heavy and big . The swollen tip already leaking precum. Your eyes are glued to his cock, from the trimmed dark hair at the base to the prominent veins along his shaft. How the fuck is that supposed to fit in your mouth.

“Don’t worry, it won’t bite”, Toji says and grins devilishly.

All your prior confidence seems to crumble right before you. This has to be the biggest dick you’ve ever seen in person. Toji would certainly make for a nice porn actor with this majestic appendage. You gulp and straighten yourself up. It doesn’t matter, you’ll manage somehow; the urge to please the man before you growing and taking over.

You lick your lips and spread some of your saliva on top of them, before you open your mouth and welcome the tip of his cock into your mouth. Toji groans as the wet warmth surrounds his head; the sensation of your sucking sending jolts of pleasure through his body. The sound which Toji makes encourages you to take in more of his length, ignoring the slight sting in your jaw as you open your mouth wider. You flatten your tongue against the underside of his shaft and rub it against his frenulum, enjoying the twitch it earns you while you hum contently and lap up his spilling precum. 

The rhythm you set is slow and dragging, but comfortable. You take your time licking up and down Toji’s length, replacing your tongue with your fingers, as soon as the base of his cock is left untouched. The pumping of your hands matches the pace of your mouth and you try to take him in deeper with each stroke. His tip brushes against the soft back of your throat, but so far you can bear the sensation and concentrate on applying pressure with your tongue and hollowed out cheeks. Saliva spills out of the corners of your mouth, trails down your chin and eventually lands on the shiny silk in your lap, turning the fabric dark and damp.

“That’s it, suck it.”

The sight unfolding before Toji is awe inspiring. His little uptight business lady swallowing his cock like a starved slut is something he never could’ve imagined even in his wildest fantasies. He feels himself growing even harder against your warm and wet flesh. It’s not enough . Readjusting his grip on your hair, Toji angles your head in a way so that he would have better access to your spit dripping mouth. 

You realize what Toji is doing, give up control and brace yourself for what’s to come. Toji’s other hand circles around your locks as well, when he begins to first slowly grind against your face and then shoves his entire length down your throat. Above you, he let’s out a strained groan before he picks up the pace and begins thrusting, effectively face fucking you into a sloppy, mangled mess. You can’t think straight and breathe shallowly through your nose while you try to fight down the urge to gag. 

“Fuck yeah, you like chokin’ on my cock you little slut?”, Toji grumbles and angles a particularly vicious thrust into the back of your mouth, pounding into the sensitive flesh. You can’t help but gag, tears erupting from your eyes and spilling down your cheeks. The man above you watches your tears with great delight, taking in every inch of your puffed up, red face. Simultaneously he pulls back and adjusts the pace a little in order to give you some time to breath. What a gentleman , you think before the grip on your hair tightens and his pounding grows in intensity again.

The sound of your muffled gags are blocked by the cock shoved down your throat. You try to bare with it, pressing your eyes shut and rubbing your flattened tongue against the underside of his veiny shaft. Finally, you can feel him pulsing in your mouth and instinctively dig your nails into his muscular thighs.  Toji groans loudly, the sound sending hot shivers throughout your entire body. You open your eyes and watch him throw his head back, the veins in his neck protruding and throbbing. You’re dripping wet; you want his cum. The thrusting of his hips grows more and more erratic and he looks back down at you, his eyes practically black from his widened pupils.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare spill a single drop”, he spews and licks his lips. For the first time you take note of the shiny metal ball in the middle of Toji’s tongue; your cunt clenching an anticipating throb. Sweat droplets form on Toji’s forehead and chest, trailing down between the furrows of his abs. The growing pleasure in his loins finally reaches its pique and explodes, his muscles tensing up beneath his skin. You feel his hot cum shooting down the back of your throat. One last time he thrusts into your mouth and buries himself to the hilt between your lips. Keeping his words in mind, you immediately swallow the thick substance without a second thought. When he pulls out, you gasp for air, a mixture of saliva and cum spilling out of the corner of your sore mouth.

Toji let’s out a huff of air and watches you for a second, dry heaving on the floor and trying to catch your breath as you swallow the rest of the fluids in your mouth. Satisfied, he pulls his pants back up, before crouching down to your level, raising your chin up to meet his gaze. Your eyes are watery, your mascara is practically ruined. Trembling lips, red and swollen. He’s never seen you look more beautiful before. 

Toji cocks his head to the side and smiles at you. His thumb brushes across your bottom lip to wipe away the traces of that phenomenal blowjob. You lean into his warm touch and can’t help but stare at his handsome face and devilish smile. Every thought has been stripped from your mind; the only things you can feel right now are the throbbing between your thighs and the aching of your jaw. Without you being able to prevent it, more tears escape from your eyes.

“Huh? Don’t cry, sweetheart. We’re only gettin’ started.”

[meetinginsamarra]

mayprompts2024, #26 manipulation

Chapters 1+2 here on AO3

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White Pony Tattoo - Part Six (manipulation)

Sherlock fetched a tissue paper and wiped the spilt tea off the coffee table. Since it was low, Sherlock had to bend down a lot and John caught a glimpse of Sherlock’s inked chest under the tight grey dress-shirt.

Is he doing this intentionally or was that just coincidence? John wondered.

The black lines were going down far and also covered Sherlock’s pectorals. John really would have liked to see more, trying to figure out what kind of tattoo it was but the moment passed quickly and Sherlock had already sat down in the chair opposite John’s.

Smiling nicely, Sherlock quipped. “Nearly choked, have you? Just like I said, I’m dangerously attractive.”

John huffed. “You’re also dangerously seductive and not even subtle about it, you know?”

“Thanks, I know I’m hot. People tell me all the time.”

“You’re not humble either.”

“Why should I when I know it’s true and I’m right?” Sherlock raised a questioning eye brow.

John huffed again. Counting on his fingers, he summed up. “Okay, so you don’t deal in apologies or intuition. You don’t do humbleness or boring designs and you’re convinced that your opinion is the only valid one. Anything else I should know?”

John looked straight into Sherlock’s eyes. Something electric sparked in the space between them when Sherlock stared right back into John’s.

“I’m not shagging clients until their tattoo is healed and our business relationship has come to an end.”

John coughed, then shook his head in exasperation. “You are a menace.”

“Nothing new,” Sherlock grinned, “also, you like it.”

“Yeah, apparently, I do.” John broke eye contact and felt the loss of Sherlock’s attention immedeately like tiny stabs to his heart. Suddenly, doubt filled the wounds like toxic glue.

Is he actually interested in me or is this flirting just a game? Am I only another conquest on his list of successfully seduced people, manipulating me to behave like a star-struck idiot and laughing about it? Is he a cat toying with the mouse? I’m not someone’s mouse. Not to Mary or him or anybody else ever again.

“What about you?” John’s voice came out harsh and accusatory. “Seducing and shagging a lot of ex-clients then? Lots of one-night stands, boxes to tick on the list?”

“No. Not at all.”

There was an infinitesimal twitch of Sherlock’s mouth. He tilted his head, furrrowed his brows and quizzically watched the expression on John’s face. “Tell me, John, what did your ex-wife do to make you so suspicious?”

John snorted. “She let me think she loved me back. But she only wanted to keep me as a back-up in case her affair didn’t work out. She had moved on but lied to me for months about it.”

“Who was it? The postman or the milkman?”

“Neither.” Despite John’s gloomy mood, he had to chuckle at this ridiculous assumption.

“Yoga teacher, tax accountant, bed shop assistant?”

“Are you trying to cheer me up?”

“Yes, and considering the wonky smile on your face it’s already working.”

“It was our dentist.”

Sherlock spluttered. “Well, that’s truely embarrassing.”

They looked at each other and the toxic waste in John’s heart fully drained when he chimed into Sherlock’s infectious laughter.

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tagging some people @totallysilvergirl @peageetibbs @lisbeth-kk  @raina-at @calaisreno

[onyx666]

☽◯☾ let the moon settle you ☽◯☾

chapter 1

pairing : finnick odair x black fem!reader

warnings : none

don’t hesitate to click on the links （＾ν＾）(underline text)

In the dimly lit room, the air was heavy with the scent of incense and the echo of distant memories. Reclined on a worn leather chair, the cold sensation of the tattoo artist's gloves on her neck is sending shivers down her spine. The walls were adorned with faded tapestries depicting scenes of both despair and triumph, a visual testament to the haunting stories etched into the skin of those who sought solace here. The steady buzz of the tattoo machine hummed in the background, filling the room with an ominous soundtrack as she braced herself for the ritual about to unfold.

The inker, a silent figure with eyes that held the weight of countless stories, prepared the ink that would soon be embedded into her skin.

As the needle met flesh, the pain mingled with a strange sense of catharsis. The molnija, a symbol of the life she took in the arena, began to emerge on her skin like a dark omen. Each stroke of the needle echoed the haunting memory of that fateful moment, the arena's unforgiving atmosphere, and the desperation that had led to the kill.

The room seemed to absorb the shadows, amplifying the somber mood as she thought about that soul she had annihilated on that battleground. The flashing ghost that lingered in the recesses of her mind, its presence intensified by the ink weaving its way into her skin. The pain and regret converged in a melancholic dance, leaving an indelible mark not only on her body but also on her soul.

The lodge became a sanctuary of shadows, the only illumination emanating from the dim glow of the artist's lamp. The mark, now etched into her skin, seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a macabre testimony to the harsh reality of the Games.

Near the end of the process, a heavy silence settled in the room. She, marked by the indigo ink that told a story of survival stained with sorrow, rose from the chair. The molnija on her skin was a permanent scar, a visual echo of the arena's brutality and the darkness that had seeped into her soul.

In the mirror, she confronted her reflection—a visage altered by the weight of her choices. That mark is going to stand as a haunting emblem, a constant reminder that, in the pursuit of life, one will have to confront the shadows that cling to the edges of survival.

Capitol - [17 - 19]

As she stepped into the grandeur of her victor's party in the Capitol, the contrast between her humble origins and the extravagance surrounding her was stark. Winning the 69th edition of the Hunger Games became real. The venue, adorned with opulent fabrics and sparkling lights, gleamed with a decadence foreign to the simplicity of her home District. The air was filled with the lively hum of Capitol citizens, their colorful attire and extravagant hairstyles creating a spectacle that seemed to defy gravity.

Finding herself in a world where excess was the norm. The walls were draped in cascades of silk, shimmering in every hue imaginable. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting prismatic patterns across the room. The Capitol's eccentricity was on full display, with citizens dressed in outfits that defied logic and science—feathers, metallic fabrics, and avant-garde designs that hinted at a creativity untamed by the constraints of practicality.

A live band played a lively tune in the garden, the music pulsating through the space and drawing Capitol attendees to the dance floor. Still adjusting to the splendor around her, she couldn’t help but observe the vibrant dance of colors, both in the attire of the people and the kaleidoscope of lights that danced above them. Waiters glided through the crowd, bearing trays of delicacies that she had never imagined.

The exotic scents of Capitol cuisine wafted through the air, tempting her senses with a richness she hadn't known in District Eleven. Golden platters held bite-sized treats adorned with edible gold leaf, and glasses filled with effervescent drinks bubbled enticingly.

Despite the festive atmosphere, she felt a pang of homesickness. Her gaze lingered on the holographic displays showcasing scenes from Eleven, a stark reminder of the life she had left behind. The Capitol's citizens, however, seemed oblivious to the disparities between the districts, lost in their own world of excess.

The eccentricity of the Capitol population was a spectacle in itself—each person striving to outshine the other in a display of flamboyance that bordered on the surreal.

As she navigated the party, she encountered Capitol citizens eager to engage with the new victor. They complimented her on her triumph, but their words felt like a distant murmur amid the overwhelming opulence. The Capitol's fascination with the Games manifested in their insatiable curiosity about the victors, turning her into a temporary celebrity in this glittering world.

She exchanged bitter pleasantries with Capitol officials, their polished manners contrasting sharply with her straightforward sincerity. The conversations were a delicate dance between the genuine and the superficial, as she struggled to navigate the unfamiliar terrain of political niceties.

In the midst of the celebration, her eyes met those of a fellow victor from a previous Hunger Games. A mentor now, they approached her with a knowing smile filled with sadness. Their eyes held a shared understanding of the harrowing journey she had undertaken, a journey that went beyond the glitz of the Capitol.

One Capitolite, a woman, with an elaborate headdress that seemed to defy gravity, giggled and remarked, “You must have had quite the adventure! I can’t imagine living without all the luxuries we have here.” The implication hung in the air—her life in Eleven was inconceivable, a distant and inferior existence compared to the opulence of the Capitol.

Despite the glittering surroundings, she felt an undercurrent of isolation. The Capitol citizens, in their pursuit of entertainment, had forgotten the humanity behind the victor. It was as if her struggles and victories were reduced to a theatrical performance, a diversion for their amusement.

The conversation fading in the back of her mind, her eyes met those of the fellow victor who had approached her earlier. There was a silent acknowledgment between them, a shared understanding of the dichotomy they faced—the duality of being celebrated and yet diminished to mere entertainment.

As the night unfolded, She found herself torn between the allure of the Capitol's extravagance and the memories of District Eleven. The party was a swirl of colors, music, and laughter, but amidst the celebration, she couldn't escape the shadows of the arena that lingered in her mind.

In this juxtaposition of luxury and survival, her, the young victor from Eleven, stood as a living testament to the resilience that could emerge from the darkest corners of Panem.

In the midst of the discomforting conversations, she felt a rather presumptuous touch on her shoulder. Turning, she found Finnick Odair, the charismatic victor from District Four, wearing a smug smile that hinted at both arrogance and mischief.

His tanned, sun-kissed and golden skin provided a striking contrast to his sea-green eyes, a captivating blend that reflected both warmth and depth.

He seamlessly interrupted the group, his presence demanding attention.

“Care for a dance?” Finnick’s request was accompanied by a challenging smirk, and he extended his hand, as if daring her to refuse. With a mix of reluctance and annoyance, she accepted the offer, escaping from the scrutinizing gazes and disconcerting questions.

The sudden shift from interrogation to an invitation to dance was met with a collective pause from the attendees. Finnick's effortless arrogance had transformed the atmosphere, turning an uncomfortable spotlight into an impromptu moment of forced celebration.

As she took his hand and joined him on the dance floor, the live band adjusted its tune to a rhythm that matched the graceful movements of the two victors. Finnick's skilled steps and her stoic expression turned the dance into an unexpected spectacle, a blend of tension and compliance.

Their dance, devoid of any genuine warmth, became a symbol of reluctant participation, a forced interlude against the Capitol's tendency to objectify victors. Finnick's cocky banter and her occasional biting remarks created a dance that mirrored the power dynamics of their world. The Capitol citizens, momentarily intrigued by the unexpected turn of events, witnessed a performance that teetered on the edge of social discomfort.

As they twirled and moved across the dance floor, Finnick maintained his smug demeanor, enjoying the discomfort he had thrust upon her. Yet, she refused to let his arrogance go unchallenged.

"So why did you accept? Was it my pretty smile or the infamous reputation that lured you into this dance?" Finnick's voice carried a mocking tone, attempting to unravel her composure.

A wry smile played on her lips. "Oh, Finnick, don't mistake my acceptance for admiration. I merely thought a dance might provide a more tolerable alternative to your insufferable conversation."

Finnick's attempts to steer the conversation away from personal matters met with her sharp retorts, turning the dance into a verbal battleground.

Undeterred, he leaned in with a sly grin. "You can't deny there's a certain charm to this it. Perhaps you'll find it more enjoyable than you anticipated."

Her gaze remained unwavering. "Your charm may dazzle those pigs you occasionally call your friends, Finnick, but it holds little sway over me. This dance is a strategic maneuver, nothing more."

He chuckled, a low, confident sound that reverberated through her. "A strategic maneuver? You give this dance far too much credit. Perhaps you're not as immune as you'd like to believe."

The response was swift. "Charm is a fleeting illusion, Finnick. It holds no power over substance. This dance is a calculated choice, not a surrender to you."

Finnick's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Most would have succumbed to the allure of the Capitol by now. Yet here you are, dancing on your own terms."

A flicker of something unreadable crossed her eyes. “If you gaze long enough into an abyss-”

"The abyss also gazes into you" Finnick finished her sentence, intrigued by the cryptic response.

The party, once an uncomfortable ordeal, had transformed into a nuanced dance of social dynamics, where she navigated the Capitol's expectations with a mixture of defiance and composure. Meanwhile, he, though seemingly victorious, couldn't deny the unexpected complexity that had unfolded beneath the surface of that interaction.

As the dance concluded and the crowd rejoined them on the dance floor, they slipped away, finding solace in the secluded beauty of the garden. She couldn't shake off the resentment for what he represented – the embodiment of the Capitol's playboy image, a pawn in their elaborate game.

He noticed the lingering tension and attempted to break the ice. "You know, not all of us chose this life. We're just pieces in their twisted puzzle."

She shot him a skeptical glance. "You seem to be enjoying it quite a bit, playing the part they want you to play."

Finnick sighed, his eyes momentarily betraying a hint of weariness. "It's all about survival. You play the hand you're dealt."

She scoffed. "Survival? You seem to be doing pretty good from what all Panem and I can see."

He paused, his gaze meeting hers with a flicker of sincerity. "Not everyone is as free as they appear. There are strings attached, and cutting them comes at a cost."

They strolled amidst the vibrant blooms, the moonlight casting a delicate glow on their conversation. She couldn't deny the complexity of his existence, even if she resented the role he played.

"I've navigated shadows, walked paths I'd shield from the sun," Finnick admitted, his voice a delicate unveiling of vulnerabilities veiled by his charming facade. "But survival, that's the currency they demand from us."

Her skepticism softened into a momentary understanding. "Surviving at what cost, Finnick? Your fucking soul?"

He chuckled bitterly. "The Capitol doesn't leave much room for souls, darling. They don’t even care for it"

She sighed, the weight of the Capitol's influence pressing down on them.

He met her gaze, his eyes revealing a complex blend of defiance and resignation. "Did Snow spoke to you?" he asked dodging the look in her eyes.

"Not yet. Why?" she replied, searching for understanding in his guarded expression.

Finnick shrugged nonchalantly, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Just curious. The Capitol tends to play its games, and Snow is the puppet master. Always worth knowing whose strings you're tangled up in, especially after a victory."

She frowned, a knot of unease forming in her stomach. The mention of President Snow brought back memories of his looming presence in the Capitol, a figure synonymous with control and manipulation.

"What does Snow want with me?" she questioned, her voice tinged with actual concern.

Finnick chuckled, a wry edge to his laughter. "Who knows what goes on in that twisted mind of his? Just be cautious. Capitolites love to weave narratives, and we're all characters in their grand spectacle."

He deftly shifted the conversation, steering it away from the enigmatic dealings of the so called regent.

“What was the anchor that kept you going in the arena ?” he asked.

A pensive silence hung in the air before she began, “It’s not a memory; it’s a feeling—the warmth of the sun on my face as I worked in the orchards, the rustling of leaves, and the quiet whispers shared between workers.” Her voice carried a nostalgic lilt, a reflection of the simple and rarejoys she had known in District Eleven.

Finnick listened attentively, the subtle dance of moonlight casting shifting patterns on the garden floor. “But in the arena, that warmth turned into the cold steel of weapons, and the whispers became the screams of those who fell.”

Her words bore the weight of the transformation, a metamorphosis from the familiar embrace of home to the unforgiving arena.

As she spoke, the moon’s glow accentuated the contours of her face, revealing a tapestry of emotions etched in every expression. Finnick, still standing in the shadows, observed with a silent intensity. The night seemed to unfold like a novel, each sentence adding depth to the narrative they were constructing.

“What about you, playboy ?”

He painted the scene with his words, “It was during the calm before the storm. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the district. The waves gently lapped against the shore, and for a moment, the air was filled with tranquility. I stood at the edge of the fishing docks, surrounded by the familiar scent of the sea. In that brief respite, I found a seashell on the beach. It wasn’t much you know, but it was enough. Just a simple reminder of a world beyond the brutality that was awaiting. Holding that seashell, I felt a connection to something pure, something untouched by the darkness that we were immersed in. It was a moment of quiet pride, watching the boats return with their bounties. I believed in a future where I could contribute to our district, make it better.”

Finnick’s gaze held a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. “But dreams have a way of shattering. The hollowness set in after the celebration, and the silence in my heart matched the quietude of the sea after the cheers faded away. I faced the reality that awaited me, all of us, as a victor, and it just became a distant echo of the life I had hoped for.”

"Live fast, die young, be wild and have fun....they say." she expressed with a bitter laugh slipping off her lips still cringing at the mantra.

As the gloomy moonbeam reflected on the side of her face in the moonlit night, she spoke with a grace that caught the peacock's attention, still standing in the shadows. The moonlight painted her face with a soft glow, revealing a tapestry of emotions in every expression. As strands of her hair danced in the gentle breeze, Finnick observed in silence.

The night, wrapped in the luminous embrace of the moon, held the promise of a new narrative written in the language of stardust and whispered confessions.

"I believed in the country Panem used to be." she said, still holding hope for the person she wanted to become.

In this moment, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, she became Moon, a celestial muse -a constellation of emotions and experiences that left an indelible mark on his heart, even him not noticing it.

Their conversation meandered through the intricacies of their existence, touching on the compromises they made to survive in a world that thrived on spectacle. Finnick, typically a master of charm, revealed fragments of a soul that yearned for freedom beyond the Capitol's whims.

As they continued to wander through the garden, the dichotomy between them softened. She glimpsed the cracks in his playboy facade as he caught a glimpse of the fire that fueled her resistance.

a/n : i keep seeing ppl do the ai voice cloning thing for a more immersive reading so why not try it

1) Finnick and Moon are 19 and 17

2) since the majority of Eleven’s population is predominantly Black and Native American/Indigenous, it seemed logical to me that Moon came from this District.

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Master List Part 5

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset. 

Wanda-Nat:

Bed situation | Mixed By: @v3nusxsky

Poor girl | h&c By: @v3nusxsky

Sun, Mood and Stars By: @v3nusxsky

Time with my baby | Agere By: @v3nusxsky

Birthday Surprise By: belovaskitkat

need you to come here and save me By: wandasdolly

Needy thing | nsfw By: @v3nusxsky

Insecurities | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

One of a Kind | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

West Coast By: wandasgf

Who's your mommy? +18 By: @v3nusxsky

Should Have Knocked By: loveisanimginarydagger3000

Emily + JJ + Blake:

Little angel | Agere By: @v3nusxsky

Cant live without you | Angst By: @v3nusxsky

Who's In Control By: @v3nusxsky

Fire Fly By: @v3nusxsky

Chapter 1 ~ crossing paths By: @v3nusxsky

Time Heals | mixed By: @v3nusxsky

Reverse cowgirl 18+ By: @v3nusxsky

One for the Books By: @v3nusxsky

Dirty Little Damsel By: storiesofsvu

Lesso:

A piece of you By: @v3nusxsky

Bar Beauty | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

Miss mommy | NSFW BY: @v3nusxsky

Too Loud | Agere By: @v3nusxsky

I'll Take Care of You | nsfw By: @v3nusxsky

Needy By: @v3nusxsky

The Pain of Pining By: @i-write-sometimes-maybe

Cant wait anymore By: @v3nusxsky

Reminder | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

Complicated | Mixed By: @v3nusxsky

Daddy Issues By: @v3nusxsky

Its he voices | h&c By: @v3nusxsky

Celebration By: @i-write-sometimes-maybe

Beautiful | nsfw By: @v3nusxsky

Mama | Agere + h&c By: @v3nusxsky

Good Catch | h&c By: @v3nusxsky

Perfect Prize | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

Winter Warmth | fluff By: @v3nusxsky

What a Brat 18+ By: @v3nusxsky

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[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

So I edited some of the Lost In The Book With Stitch event with some headcanons

I always headcanon Riddle being ftm transgender-nonbinary (he/they) and while his mother sucks and doesn't support she allowed him take top surgery just didn't give him the emotional support afterwards in a way of "If you're enough to make big decisions in your body than you're old enough to not ask for mummy's cuddles" kind of way

This event helped him the most finally find peace with himself, yeah he felt comfortable with himself after the surgery but for some reason he felt more free here with these people he wouldn't be on a vacation with in the start with this odd fluffy creature

I have a headcanon he has a tooth gap still growing from Ace's punch in chapter 1 that he secretly likes

He started collecting sea shells after this

Lots of freckles

Kind of realizes his crush on this trip, he had it for a while obviously but this made him realize "Oh shit-"

My sister says she can see Riddle's whole reaction to his crush on Floyd like Moana's poll to the ocean and I can see it

Ftm transgender (I grew with that headcanon) and got his top surgery right before attending Night Raven Collage

Lots of freckles

Kind of wishes he stayed just cause he adored the feeling of being there so much

Knows now he would be a good dad

After this his mood with his friends became different, he became more chill and nicer to those he isn't too, even Riddle after they kind of talked things over by the water

Has lots of scars over the years

Thanks to the Twitter @gay-salt-amber showed me, he had piercings and tattoos he hid for the sake of being a father and student, biggest tattoo is on the back of his thigh that was made in honor of one of the solders in his old Army who died

Nonbinary gremline

Sung with the ukulele during a beach campfire

He feels like he gets Stitch the most out of the whole cast

Vows to hopefully bring Silver and everyone else there

Lowkey wants more kids

Literally almost cried when leaving

I always think the Octa-Trio get some traces of their merform, so the Leech twins has a teal-greenish undertone under their skin when that becomes visible when exposed to water and if you look closely their toes get webby kind of

LOTS OF FRECKLES

Has a tongue piercing he sometimes takes out

Had the most fun being in his dream element, especially when Azul and Riddle there!

So I know I didn't edit their cards cause they honestly didn't strike editing art on them but I'll add Jack and Azul!

Really enjoyed the sudden change of pace and weather

Didn't like the beach life at first cause the salt water was knotting his furr and the sand did not help the idea, but he quickly grew adapting the idea of it and even enjoyed the knots and combing them out

After this he set up a vacation to the beach with his siblings

Fell in love with the scent of the beach

Was super self conscious about taking his shirt and being in the water and wouldn't have done either if it weren't for Floyd threatening to throw him into the ocean and Grim's teasing

Calmed down after a while and relaxed enough to just enjoy everything

Let his merform out during the night when it's too dark to see when Floyd joined in, did the same, and Riddle joined it but wasn't scared which amazed and calmed him more

Got inspired for profit but just inspired in general as he spend those days enjoying everything all together, swimming in the water, eating food, running and rolling in the sand

He also has freckles but they're small and light

Because of his bright mood after he was extra nice which freaked people out

He surprised the Leech twins with a dish of their favorite foods but didn't tell them how he managed to cook that stuff being he's, well, a octopus merman

Doesn't believe in gender but doesn't want to think about his own

Lowkey wants kids now

They all got closer after the whole thing

They all shared things of their pasts, with choices of being vague to some parts and areas for obvious reasons on Azul's and Lilia's part

As soon as Yuu mentioned a store that sold Stitch plushes, they got one right away

Lots of lowkey romantic tensions for whoever you want to say, Riddle x Floyd, your favorite ship, any of the cast with Yuu/You

They visit the Mostro Lounge every time they have free time or after a dorm head meeting, bring along people from their dorms as well

And in tradition of every Twst event so far, there's a playlist I made

[aurorafables]

From the Grey, Chapter 1.

Let's get is started. :) I'm very excited, and I hope you will like it bc I loved to write it.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Angst, Past character death, Suicidal thoughts

Tags: M/M, Slow burn, Childhood friends, Friends to lovers, Family drama, Band fic

Word Count: 4.2k

Cross-posted: AO3

Author's note: This was originally written in Hungarian, and I'm still looking for a proofreader, so please forgive me the mistakes, strange expressions. Hope it's still enjoyable. Let me know, what do you think. :) Also let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming parts :)

Summary: In Noah's life, his best friend was the light, the way out of the abuse he suffered at home. After a childhood full of trauma, in which he was stripped of his wings so many times, he moves in with Nick, whose goal is to let him fly. The band, Bad Omens, led by Noah, begins to soar, which brings at least as many problems as joy. As teenagers grow into men, Noah and Nick drift closer and closer to each other, and the boundaries of friendship and love completely merge.

Chapter 1.

It would be difficult to say exactly when it started. It was as if the dynamic between the two of us had completely changed without being noticed. I could compare it to when I'm doing a tattoo and I want to create a nice color gradient to make the design look as realistic as possible. The point is that you can't tell where one color ends and the other color begins. Even between us, the transition from wanting to hug him in a friendly way to kissing him passionately was imperceptible.

Maybe I woke up like that one day, but it's also possible that the desire had been brewing in me for weeks, months, years, I just blocked it deep down. And what if I felt that little spark the first time we met, but I was still almost a child and couldn't identify it? I have to start this story somewhere. And like most fairy tales, it didn't start well. The mood of the whole band was cast by melancholy over the loss of a friend. But like all dead artists, Keaton remained immortal. His voice will live forever on the records, despite the fact that he was not with us anymore. The music of Too Close To Touch mingled with the cohesive low murmur of the crowd outside in the club's concert hall, where Keaton's vocals echoed painfully through the walls. "Death is not a game with the ones I hold close She was mine, mine, you can't deny Three years is too quick to die"* All his anger, all his pain were in the song he wrote about his little sister, who died lying on a hospital bed. In the text, he blamed God for choosing little Eiley over him. The poor boy had no idea at the time that they were both chosen… Personally, I would have liked to break something if I remembered that he was gone now, and I could only reassure myself that maybe they were already up there together. If it even exists up there. Because what if up there is actually only two meters underground?

The song didn't come at the best moment, because we had to go on stage right after, and I might be able to hide my mood in front of the audience… I glanced at Noah and my heart sank when I saw him banging his head against the wall, clutching the microphone in his hand, next to the stage, which we will soon have to walk up to. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, which I completely forgot to do in parallel. I was so worried about him. I knew he'd hate himself for that if his voice cracked while singing the opening lines of The Death Of Peace Of Mind. His maximalism was what he could torture himself with the most. Also, he had to be up there alone at the beginning of the song, we didn't join until later. I walked to him and gently put my hand on his shoulder, but I still managed to scare him a little because he pulled away before he opened his eyes. When he saw me, he almost snuggled back into my hand. It reminded me of my very first cat, the little black ball of fur I found on the street when I was barely ten. I named him Dusk because of his color and when he came to us I did everything I could to fatten him up. We slept together in my bed at night, because his soft purr always lulled me to sleep quickly. It was amazing how much Dusk and Noah were alike. Even in the semi-darkness next to the stage, my best friend's dark brown eyes glistened with unshed tears, which he tried to quickly blink away. His shoulders slumped forward in the thin linen jacket, and I'd bet his fingers were white under the faux-leather glove he wore on his left hand, clutching the microphone like a lifeline. He and Keaton were very close. In the last two years, they spent a lot of time together, especially during and after the Covid epidemic, when it was possible to travel. Even when they were far away, they kept in touch on a daily basis. Keaton was good with all of us, but he had a stronger bond with Noah. He wanted to remember him by playing their songs during the break after our opening band, but Eiley's song has never come at such a bad time.

“We can extend the time for five more minutes,” I told him, and meanwhile I looked back at Jolly, who was still fiddling with his headphones with the help of a sound technician, and Folio was deep in his own thoughts drumming on the wall, sometimes doing shoulder circles as a warm-up. "Everything's fine," Noah replied in a weak voice, to which I nodded hesitantly, lowered my hand, and took a step back. "I'm worthless to the world You're innocent and pure God, why didn't you choose me over her?”* They signaled to Noah, who gave a thumbs up as if everything was fine. Nonsense. I knew nothing was okay. Keaton's voice faded outside and soon the intro to our song began. I looked down at my guitar and after stretching my fingers I strummed a few chords just to pass the time. When Noah walked out and the crowd cheered, he wasn't as lost as he had been two minutes ago. He immediately filled the stage and sang like a fucking siren without faltering. I shook my head, feeling a little angry at myself for constantly underestimating him. It was about time to get used to that Noah wasn't ruined by all the crap that happened around him. On the contrary, it only strengthened him even more.

Two months later, I was sitting on the steps of the tour bus in Phoenix, beer in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other, when I heard Noah's footsteps behind me. After a concert he liked to clear his head, so I thought he was going for his usual walk and I thought that I could join. I stood up to let him go, and when he stepped next to me, I was hit by the smell of his perfume. He had just stuffed his wallet into the back pocket of his pants, so I began to suspect that he had other plans for that evening. “Karin is in the city,” he said to me, but he didn't look at me, just watched the night lights. The blue neon lights of the bar glistened on the brunette's hair, and the tattoos running down his arms coiled around his skin like snakes. I thought I still had time. I thought I could figure something out before they met again in Salt Lake City. I blew out the last of the smoke, extinguished the butt, then slipped out of my denim jacket and held it out to him. “We will leave in the morning, be here by then.” Noah hesitantly took my jacket and looked at me. “That's it?” he asked in disbelief. I don't know what he expected. Maybe to remind him again that woman is crazy like hell? "I'm tired," I confessed to him. ”I can't save you from someone whose arms you keep running into. But I can do something to save you from catching a cold,” I gestured towards the jacket. He still didn't move, even though the situation was becoming more and more pressing for me, and the spring night wasn't nearly warm enough to keep me from getting goosebumps. I wrapped my arms around myself and hobbled in place. I kicked small stones with my boots on the asphalt of the parking lot and waited. I didn't care if I froze there, I wouldn't leave Noah alone as long as he needed me. The boys' laughter could be heard from inside the bus, a car honked on the street not far from us. I raised my head and immediately met a pair of dark eyes. Stared. I don't know how long or why. I swear he didn't even blink. Then he reached out and touched my arm under the sleeve of my shirt. “You are cold.” I blinked a few times, then started to move. I took the jacket from his hands and draped it over his shoulders. “But you don't have to be cold,” I answered him with an encouraging smile. “Everything will be okay. I will be okay,” he said quietly and gloomily. I don't know which of us he wanted to convince with this, but it didn't work. The smile immediately melted off my face. “Noah…” It's been a long time since my voice sounded so desperate when I said his name. I think all my fear must have been on my face because Noah took a step back and shook his head. I was ready to try again to get him to stay. We could have done so many things. From walking to sitting down to play video games with the boys. Or we could have gone to a nightclub to drink and to flirt with girls. Whatever, just don't let that cunt touch him again… He brushed his hair back and shrugged as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I have to go, Nick. We will talk in the morning.” And that was it. There was nothing I could do to keep him there.

I got home from the tattoo salon late that night and was so tired that all I could think about was my bed. But as soon as I stepped through the door, the strong smell of weed hit me. It went through the small apartment so intensely that I almost got sick of it. "Shit," I muttered to myself as I kicked off my shoes, dropped my bag on the floor, and headed for the bedroom with the goal of scolding Noah. The door was not locked on the little hole we called the bedroom, which was completely filled with my bed and the mattress that Noah had been sleeping on for months. When I entered, he was sitting on the bed, knees pulled up to his chin, and he was holding a weed cigarette between his long, thin fingers. As if he had completely forgotten about it, the ash fell onto my blanket and I was amazed that it hadn't caught fire yet. Noah didn't even notice I got home because he was listening to music on his earphones, and I was sure he was just physically in the room by the way he looked. I leaned towards him, took the cigarette from his fingers and crushed it in the ashtray. With that, I finally drew attention to myself, because after he looked up at me tensely, with red eyes. The Asian features of his face came to life, which normally I would have stared in fascination, but this was not a normal case. I forgot I wanted to yell at him for wasting the weed and almost setting our apartment on fire. Because by then we both owned that little flat. In the corner, next to my guitar, there was also his. Noah's things appeared in the bathroom, his shampoo, his toothbrush, he got half of my wardrobe and sometimes half of my bed… His clothes were just as messily scattered as mine, and he already had his favorite mug, from which he preferred to sip his coffee in the morning. I wanted to think that his eyes were red from smoking weed, but when he spoke, I had no doubt that he must have been crying for hours.

"I thought you'd come home earlier today," he said in a nasal tone after stopping the music and taking out his earphones. In the meantime, I opened the window without holding him responsible for why he did not do so. “I thought so too,” I answered him, then I fell down on the bed next to him. ”Another guest came at seven, and thought I would do miracles in two hours with an old, messed-up tattoo.” Noah nodded, then slowly stretched out his infinite legs. He was only sixteen then, but already a little taller than me. We sat speechless for a while and looked at each other. I was even more overcome by fatigue, and for a moment my eyes were probably closed too long while blinking, because I was jolted when Noah moved next to me. He took a deep breath, then let it out shakily. Our tattooed arms touched and I could feel the tremors running through his bones as he reached for his phone. Oh my god, he was so skinny. If I touched his arms, I was afraid I would crush him as if his limbs were made of thin glass fibers. “I got a message,” he whispered into the dimness, then put the phone on my thigh. I picked it up with a scared heart and started reading. I had a guess of what it might be, and honestly… I just didn't understand why it didn't come sooner. At first, Noah's mother tried to lure her son back to her side with sweet, but poisoned words, which in the end turned into mere threats. Every fucking word she wrote made me feel nauseous. “After half a year, she remembered that she had an underage son. Maybe she expects some kind of reward for it?” I asked, but mostly I meant it as a poetic question.

Noah tensed up next to me and started breathing faster. “I… I can't go back there. If… if you say I have to go back to her, I… rather… I…” "Hey Noah, I would never say that," I turned to him and tried to speak in the most soothing voice possible. But I was too late… By that time, tears were already falling, and he was clutching the crumpled bottom of his two-size-larger shirt. I was totally in shock because I had never seen anything like this before. What kind of friend is who doesn't recognize that the problem is so big? Noah was an old soul with a lot of shit and loss behind him, who blended in perfectly with the adults, so I tended to forget that he was still just a kid. But now there was a child next to me who was terrified. Whom fear brought out the worst. "I shouldn't be here," he said between sobs, to which I shook my head so fast that my hair hit my cheek. I knelt on the bed, turned to face him and tried to remove his fingers from his clothes. I just wanted to hold his hand… I just wanted him to know I was with him. “Noah…No! Don't tell me this!” I protested loudly, but he didn't listen to me. It's like he didn't even hear what I said. Instead, he drove himself deeper and deeper into madness. “I should have died a long time ago…years ago.” If he had only stabbed a dagger into my stomach with his words, this was the moment he twisted it. My chest felt tight and I couldn't breathe. Noah snapped his head back hard and his skull hit the wall loudly. After that, I couldn't focus on my own panic anymore, without thinking I put my hand on his head to protect him from himself. I didn't care that I might not be able to tattoo. My fingers ached as they met the hard wall, but I didn't really notice the pain. All I cared about was Noah and how I could keep him safe. I've been trying to figure out how to fix this. His cries and animalistic whining still ring in my ears, mixed with the sound of my heart's frantic beating. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him close as he just cried and cried, his tears completely soaking my shirt. He was hugging my thighs as I knelt next to him, finally not wanting to hurt himself anymore.

That night, I only left his side when I brought him water from the kitchen. Then we both got into bed and Noah turned to face me, but half of his red face from crying was hidden in the pillow and the other half was covered by his hair. I quickly got rid of my tight jeans, threw them on the side of the bed and took his phone in my hand. He was watching what I was doing, but he didn't speak. First, without any guilt, I deleted his mother's message, then opened his music. It didn't surprise me that he was listening to Castle Of Glass by Linkin Park when I got home. I flipped through the playlist and started our favorite song As Cities Burn after giving him one of the earbuds. "Won't you come down, heaven. Won't you come down? Won't you cut through the clouds? Won't you come down?”** At the first chorus, he already closed his eyes, and only then did I allow myself to relax a little. I carefully reached towards him, smoothed the strands falling from his face behind his ears, and then I closed my eyes too. I begged myself to fall into a dreamless sleep. In the morning, when we woke up, Noah helped me untangle the earbuds’ cord from my hair. We parted laughing, shoving a piece of toast into our mouths. He went to a band rehearsal, and I went to a place that has become my second home, the tattoo salon. My fingers got away with it quite well, with a small bruise on one of the joints, which only started to hurt a little towards the end of the day. We didn't discuss anything else about that night. Maybe I regret it since then, but what can I say? I was just a scared kid too, too stupid to help his friend more. Noah's mother died less than two months later. I didn't feel for a minute that she was a loss to the world.

He has become a grown man since and he doesn't need me to protect him from the world. I watched motionless as he walked down the street to get into a taxi. His tall, thin figure disappeared around the corner and I could finally get my legs moving. I got on the bus, grabbed a new bottle of beer from the fridge and joined the others. Folio showed Matt some funny videos and Jolly typed a message on his phone. I sat next to him on the couch and started reading the news. "He won't be able to do this for long," said Jolly next to me in a strong Swedish accent. When it was late and he was tired, he didn't pay so much attention to speaking English with perfect pronunciation. But there's nothing wrong with that, we've been working together for so long, and we've been friends for so long that we understand each other with half a word. “What do you mean?” I turned to him. I slipped out of my boots, slid off the couch, and put my feet up on the small table. I rested my head on the backrest and wiped the steam from the side of the glass with my thumb. “For Noah's secret night meetings. Matt had told him before when saw that he wanted to go out on the town all by himself.” “It doesn't happen that often. And it's not a secret where he's going, he told me he was meeting Karin,” I took him to my defense immediately. “Anyway, why can't he go? The fans had left for an hour, no one was out there. And it's not that he hit the town on foot. He called a taxi.” “That girl is strange,” Jolly grimaced. You do not say.. “When she came to our place, Noah wasn't quite himself.” Recently, I felt guilty for not trying to stop him more firmly, but I reminded myself: Noah pointed out rather angrily during an argument about this that I can't protect him from everything. "If a little fuck puts him in a better mood, we're all fine with that," Folio interjected when Matt left us alone. Maybe I gave him a nasty look from behind my beer bottle, because he held his hands up defensively. I took another sip, then realized I didn't even want the beer. I put the bottle on the table, brushed my teeth in our small bathroom, and went to sleep. At least I wanted to sleep, but I must have been tossing and turning for another hour.

It felt like I had barely closed my eyes when something started to tingle my nose. I brushed it off at first, but then Noah's soft chuckle crept into my consciousness. I groaned then pulled the pillow over my head planning to go back to sleep. I kicked the blanket off because I was hot, and it turned out, it was a big mistake. Ice cold fingers touched my side, the muscles in my stomach jumped and I let out a muffled moan. “Fuck me!” I grumbled hoarsely as I caught Noah's hand, who was just putting the other one in front of my mouth. "Shh, the others are still sleeping," he whispered excitedly with sparkling eyes. “I want to sleep too,” I answered after pulling his hand away from my mouth. “Come on, Nick. I'm hungry. I want breakfast.” “Why can’t you eat?” “Missing your company.” I sighed. “Go to the kitchen. Give me five minutes and I'll be there.” "If I leave you here, you'll go back to sleep," he said accusingly, as if he had every right not to let me go back to sleep. “And I would go a little further for breakfast than the bus kitchen. But I promise, it's worth it. You will love the place.” Another sigh, but I sat up with half-closed eyes, then pulled on a pair of pants and a thick hoodie. My jacket was still on him and he didn't seem like he wanted to give it back.

After five minutes, Noah got off the bus energetically, and I, wrapped in my hoodie, got off the bus grumpily. It was just dawn, around half past six. Noah finally slowed his steps and stopped in front of me, facing me. My hair would have been a complete disaster, not to mention the pillow creases on my face, or my eyes, which I could barely keep open. "You're sweet when you are sleepy," he said finally. He looked at me with a smile, then pulled the hood over my head and did the same with his own. ”I don't want to be recognized.” “Come on! Who would be awake this early?” I asked sarcastically, yawning into my palm. We walked down the street and luckily he was right, we really didn't have to walk far before we got to the breakfast place. Too tired to read the sign, I just entered the small but friendly coffee shop and sighed as I was greeted by a pleasant warmth inside. I said hello to the gray lady behind the counter. When I saw the first cat, licking its paws on a chair, I turned to Noah questioningly, who just shrugged. "I thought you missed your little monsters," he said. A big smile spread across my face. A cat café. I was already less sleepy when I crouched next to the kitten and let him sniff my hand. Then I noticed even more hairballs and I didn't even know which one to go to. Meanwhile, Noah ordered us coffee and breakfast at the counter. I heard the old lady laughingly answer him when asked why they were open so early: “If the kittens wake up, why can't I open the cafe?”

I smiled as I scratched the head of a calico sitting next to the wall, and we blinked at each other for a long time. After ordering, Noah came over and sat next to me. "The chick likes you," he remarked when the kitten was placed on my lap. “What kind of chick? She is a lady here,” I caressed the hairy ears. Laughing softly, Noah leaned forward and, using the kitten etiquette he'd learned from me, introduced himself to our newest friend before petting her. Now that the hood was off his head, I noticed the bite marks on his neck. The dark red spot was located right on the border between his tattoo and his bare skin so that it was just noticeable. I swallowed, tore my gaze from his neck, and reassured myself that Noah didn't seem as lost now as he did after most of his meetings with Karin. Maybe she has changed. Maybe she finally realized what she had to lose? Noah's fingers accidentally touched mine in the kitten's soft fur, and we smiled at each other as the furball began to purr loudly. I haven't seen Noah this happy since before Keaton's death. Maybe Karin isn't so bad after all? We ate breakfast sitting on the floor with a cat each in our laps and had to run back to the bus before departure.

*Too Close To Touch - Eiley **As Cities Burn - Contact