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shlutnutt · 4 years ago

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My favorite pet

-kai anderson smut-

hopefully its good lol not really proof read also

warnings⚠️: gun play, death mention, hardcore penetration, oral sex, fingering, name calling, slapping, sir kink, spit kink, harsh language, bath sex, 69

Working for Kai Anderson has never been easy, you needed the money and urgently for your father's open heart surgery. Kai was extremely cruel almost as if he was just born with a rotten heart, but Winter usually makes it known that he's a great guy.. Even if he doesn't show it.

"Hurry the fuck up you slut! You're here to serve me, not make me wait" Kai demands from the basement in which he'd stay most of his times at in his head designing his world domination plans. "Im on my way Kai! Had to clean up a little, sorry." you apologize as you walk down the creaky stairs leading to his dusty dim basement manwhich in hand. "What have I said about the sorrys Y/N?" Kai gazes up at you while you dont dare step another foot, an intimidating expression suited on his rough face, manwhich in hand, comfortably seated on his wooden chair.

"Sorrys are stupid and unecessary, stupid little sluts like me don't apologize. " you complied. "Good girl." Kai praises, as you automatically sprint back upstairs. There were no words to describe how intimidated you were by Kai Anderson, not because of the fact he was a psychopathic cult leader serial killer, but because of the way he carries himself. Always firm, vigilant, direct and determined . He was also illustrated as a sex god amongst a few of his cult members, they'd talk about how he'd make them come in just one minute in addition to leaving their legs trembling for hours. Even though you were slightly terrified of him you'd not give up the chance to hooking up if he'd offer.

Arriving back home to your little kitten (Dex) you were up for a hot steamy bath after the exhausting day Kai had given you. As you run the water carefully stepping in the oversized bathtub you begin to relax, coming up with the brilliant idea to drink some hennessy to boost your relaxation. You soon jump at the sudden buzzing coming from your phone, noticing it was Kai you instantly pick up to avoid his aggressive protests.

Y/N: "Yeah.. What's up?"

Kai: "You forgot your cat food at my place, Y/N."

Y/N: "Can I umm.. come by pick it up tomorrow? Im kinda busy right now."

Kai: "Nope. No need. I got it, Im at your front door, if you don't mind opening?"

Y/N: "Shit.. Im taking a bath, uhh there should be a spare key under the mat somewhere."

Kai: "You sound dru-"

You terminate the call quickly as your heart soon skips a beat due to the loud unlocking commotion coming from your front door echoing through your empty home. Dex's meowing began to rise, you dont think much of it since Dex gets overly excited from the pure sight of cat food, but when you hear his meowing getting closer along some heavy footsteps you grow alerted, getting ready to step out the bath.

"Can i come in?" You hear a familiar masculine voice politely question from the other side of your bathrom door. "What? no. Im taking a bath can you wa-" Kai enters, pretending to cover his eyes to give you privacy. "What the fuck." you yelp. "Hey, I just needed your help opening the bag, its kinda weird made, plus your little pussy needed attention." you chuckle to yourself from his use of words. "You wouldn't want it to starve to death huh?" Kai questioned you, proceeding to prentending to cover his eyes with the one free hand he had. He looked better than ever.. He wore a black long sleeve shirt which hugged his ripped body along some black fitted jeans, accompanied by his hot man bun, he noticed how you hungrily checked him out and took his hand off his face revealing himself fully to you.

"Like my outfit?" Kai asked in an overly charming voice giving you a silly twirl, which weirded you out since he's alwalys been a meany, could've been because he wasn't in his old deppressing basement away from his deadly cult who does nothing less than slaughter people for entertainment, or maybe it was because of how intoxicated you were. "Yeah, I actually like it. You look so fucking hot. Wait shit I d—" you accidentally let out one of the many thoughts that circled your mind triggering an unexpected shiver to run through your veins causing the little soapy foams that covered your body to vanish into the warm water unintentionally revealing your bare body for Kai to see.

"Oh, God. Don't move, you stay just like that." Kai demanded as his voice deepened to the sight of you. His dark appealing eyes scanned through your own causing your breathing to quicken at an inhuman speed. Unawaredly you bit your lip, effecting Kai's bottom lip to slip under his teeth also. Tension filled the bathroom as you two just stared at eachother, not one of you attempting to break the eye fucking you've been holding onto.

"Take off your clothes." you instinctively order. Kai's eyes widen as he slowly lifted up his long sleeve revealing his battle scars along with his divine form, as you just admired in the temperate warm bathtub you continued to comfortably lay on.

"That's it?" you question as Kai teased lowering his pants down slightly revealing his boxers and sharping v line. "I want more, baby" you order once again, this time softly attaching your hands to your soaped up breasts. "I think I might need some more inspiration." Kai suggested. "What kinda inspiration?" you interrogate once again. "Touch yourself for me, pet." Kai groaned out.

Rolling your eyes a little in response to Kai's nickname you begin to trace your hands down to your soaked core, rubbing it a few times before slipping a finger halfway in, moaning to the view of Kai pleasuring himself through his pants, you gasp to him pulling out a pistol from his inner hip, pointing it at you instantly.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Kai questions, his warm breath fanning your face softly as he traced his gun up and down your body. "No." you shook your head terrifiedly as Kai's hand wiped the tears that your petrified eyes had shed before slapping the fuck out of you leaving a red mark instantaneously. Whimpering in fear and in pain you spat on his face in disrespect.

Kai paused and slowly cleaned off your spit with two fingers of his bringing it towards his mouth seductively sucking them clean before guiding his fingers from his mouth to yours. "Spit again" Kai motioned his fingers against your mouth signaling you to spit on them once again.

You spat on his fingers as he repeated his past actions, suddenly grabbing you by your neck to his mouth brushing his lips lightly against yours as he whispers against your mouth " You're gonna be good for me, right?" "Yes." you respond attempting to close the gap that you both held when he automatically pulled back to look deep into your eyes saying "It's yes sir, Y/N." "Yes si—" you're immediately interrupted by Kai's harsh lips on yours not giving you an opportunity to come up for air, continuing to trace his gun choking you and pulling your hair aggressively.

You pull on his pants signaling him to take them off as he hears your calls and unbuckles his belt allowing it to loudly make contact against the tiled floor. Tossing his pants elsewhere, Kai pushed you deeper into the bathtub as he joins you, turning on the hot water faucet.

"Open your legs for me." Kai intructs as you obediently do as you're told feeling his fingers fill you up quickly. Keeping his steady rhythm Kai continues fingering you, making out with you allowing his tongue to explore your mouth completely, loud moans filling your bathroom.

"Im really close, Ka– ..sir" you instruct in between needy moans reaching for his cock, provoking Kai to pull his fingers out of you angirly.

Another slap reaches the other side of your face as you whimper in pain. "I told you to call me sir, pet." "But I di–" "Shh, pet. Shut the fuck up. Suck your master's cock will ya?"

You proceed to straddle Kai's bare body against yours slowly and carefully drifting your head down to his erected member and your needy core to his face, forming 69. Beginning to kitten lick Kai's tip you feel his fuzzy face vibrate against your innocence making you moan against his, returning the same vibrations.

"Don't stop doing that.. it feels so fucking good." Kai instructs against your clit in which you obliged. His tongue swiped up and down your core aggressively, sucking your bud and tongue fucking you at times, making your pleasure on him sloppier by the second. Kai grabbed your thighs harshly digging his nails in deep trying to get as close as possible to you whilst flickering his tongue antagonising your swollen clit in which you let out a long deep groan against his freeing your juices all in his mouth in which he slurps dry immediately.

Kai chose to face fuck you belligerently causing your blood flow to your head making you dizzy in the instant as you allow your intoxicated body to be used as a sex toy. "Get on 4, you pet" Kai demanded as he pointed a corner of the now empty-waterd bathtub. "Yes, sir." you obliged once more switching your position as your legs trembled along the way causing a deep chuckle to escape Kai's lips, proud of his work.

Kai slid his erection past your soaking needy folds with no hesitation, causing your back to arch instantly against his. Kai had insane stamina in which you knew the sex wasn't going to be over unless he was done. His hips contacted your ass everytime, creating beautiful wave patterns to form on them, turning Kai on even more by the second.

"F–fuck.. you feel so good, my little slut." Kai praised as he gritted his teeth in between each slap against your ass, making you scream in pure pleasure as your climax was getting closer and closer. "Scream louder for me, Y/N." Kai instructed as you screamed for dear life against his nonstopping thrusts, satisfyingly sighing at the feeling of Kai's member softening inside of you as his warm liquids leaked out of your pussy.

"You're a fucking god, Kai." you praise, calling him by his real name purposely. "Next time I fuck you i'll make sure that you're left in a fucking wheelchair, Y/N." Kai snaps at you totally serious about what he just said while you giggled at his words.

"I love you, byee" your intoxicated self says to Kai's exhausted self, putting on his clothes whilst his wet hair shielded his dark intense eyes.

"Fuck you and feed your cat" Kai responds pointing at Dex who's been locked in the bathroom the whole time, witnessing it all.

"Oh shit."

Damn. Poor Dex lmao

#evan peters #american horror story #ahs cult #kinkyaf #kinkystuff #kinky sub #kinkyshit #smut #ahsfx #kai anderson

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manonblaqkbeak · 3 years ago

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Motel Living

this idea would not leave me alone, despite me having like three other fics barely done. it is very random. i dont even know what to say lol.

2554 words

enjoy!

Today was officially the one month anniversary of Aelin moving into a three-star motel. She did not think she'd be here for long, a couple of weeks at most, but here she was a month later, and on a Friday night no less. She should have been out with her friends, but she opted to stay inside.

She had to tell herself that she shouldn't complain. That there were people that were worse off than her. Living in a motel was fine.

But it still didn't change the fact that Aelin wished she wasn't living in a motel room. Especially one that was popular with long haul truckers whose snores sounded like chain saws and blenders on the highest level. That right now, down in the restaurant/pub that was only six doors down, an important football game was playing and the patrons inside were cheering wildly.

Aelin missed the house that she had been renting the last three years. Last year she had decided to start saving so that she could purchase the house itself, since it was still on the market since the day she moved in. It was hard, but Aelin was a determined woman and she set her sights on purchasing the house—she felt like she practically owned it anyway—up until the day she received a call from the real estate agency telling her that the house had been purchased and she had to move out.

Aelin disliked crying, but the waterworks started the minute she hung up. She really did love that house. Had created a small vegetable and herb garden to make it feel more homely. Made it hers in the three years she had occupied it.

There was a tiny silver-lining, however, since the new owners were coming from the other side of the continent, she had plenty of time to pack and move out.

But that silver-lining quickly disappeared once she started her search for a new home in-between packing and work. Every apartment, every house, every unit she looked out at was taken by the time she handed in her application. Every inspection starting to become fruitless when she knew that she wouldn't be the one to live in it.

Aelin hadn't realised that the market had become so cut-throat. She knew she was the perfect applicant because in all her years renting she never missed a single day, never received a complaint. Even when the landlord dragged his ass to fix something, Aelin kept her temper in its leash and did not throttle him the way she wanted too.

And as her luck ran out and Aelin had started to truly worry about where she was going to live because while she had multiple people in her life, she quickly realised that she couldn't ask any of them if she could move in for multiple reasons:

Aedion and Lysandra were recently married, and Aelin hadn't wanted to burst their newlywed bubble.

Chaol and Yrene were brand new parents, their baby girl born the day Aelin moved out, and she knew the last thing they wanted was someone else in the way.

Nehemia was in the same position as her, but her parents had invited her back home while Nehemia looked for somewhere else. Aelin's parents were dead, and her childhood home had been destroyed in a wildfire a five years ago, and Aelin had used the insurance money to pay off her debts. She cursed herself now for doing that, but Aelin hated being in debt and she did what she had too.

Fenrys lived in a one bedroom unit and had the worlds most uncomfortable couch, so he was out. And while Fenrys was one of her best friends, she didn't really talk with Connall, his twin. Nor did she often talk with Vaughn.

Dorian and Manon were travelling all over Erilea and Dorian's younger brother Hollin was house-sitting. Aelin couldn't stand Hollin for more than a few minutes at a time and she would rather live in the motel for a year than live in with him.

And then there was Rowan. He had been a close friend for years, until five months ago they decided that they had liked each other too much to keep being friends and officially started dating (at Lysandra and Aedion's wedding, of all places). If they had been together for longer, she would have asked him—but she didn't want to rush anything, because Aelin could so clearly see a future with him and she didn't want to hurt that future by moving in far too early in their relationship.

So that left Elide, her lifelong friend that was more like a sister. Elide was purely on the bottom of the list since she knew her friend cherished living alone after living in a shit-hole with her even shittier uncle—but Aelin knew Elide and if Aelin needed a place to stay, then Elide's door would be wide open. The two had gone to lunch and Aelin had been just moments away from telling Elide everything and asking for a world changing favour.

Until Elide had excitedly announced that Lorcan was going to move in.

And Aelin's plan had deflated. Again, Aelin knew that if Elide was aware of how desperate she was, Elide would invite Aelin to stay, but since Lorcan and Aelin didn't particularly get along, Aelin kept her mouth shut and congratulated her friend for the new milestone in their relationship.

So, all her options completely exhausted, Aelin looked for vacant motels, found that this was the best out of all the options and became a long-standing tenant.

Aelin had managed to keep everyone away from her new apartment by claiming that it wasn't ready for visitors. Most knew that Aelin was house-proud, a trait that she had inherited from her late mother, so they knew that when Aelin was ready, she would invite them.

It was getting hard, however, to keep Rowan away. Each date night and hang out ended up at his apartment and Rowan was becoming curious as to how her new place was looking.

Rowan wasn't judgemental, and he wouldn't look down at her for living in a motel room, but Aelin was the problem; she was too proud to show him her new place. Even when she was at her lunch with Elide, she had to beat down her pride at just the mere thought of asking Elide if she could move in.

Tonight, however, Aelin knew in her bones that Rowan would ask to come over. He had a completely shitty day at work—one that ended up in the hospital because for the first time in his career as a carpenter, Rowan had somehow gotten his hand in the way of his nail gun and shot right through the middle of his palm and was off work until it healed, which Rowan hated the most out of the whole ordeal, since Rowan was the type of person that always had to be doing something.

So when his face finally popped up on her phone screen, Aelin muffled a groan into her pillow (because there was no way in hell she was using the standard sheets the motel provided, she needed her bedding or she wouldn't get any sleep), took a deep breath and plastered a smile onto her face.

“How's the hand?” she asked by way of greeting.

“It'd be a lot better if there wasn't a hole in it,” was his groggy reply. “I just woke up from the longest nap and thought of you.”

“That's sweet of you to say,” Aelin said, “do you want me to come over? I could cook you my world famous grilled cheese.” Please say yes, she thought, please.

“As much as I love the sound of that, I just need to get out of my house,” Rowan said, “I know that you're house-proud and if you don't want me to see it, I understand, I'll even wear a blind fold if that'll make you happy, but I just...” he trailed off and Aelin could see his pained expression even though they were miles apart.

“Seeing all your work tools is making you miserable,” she supplied. Rowan grunted in confirmation. Taking a deep breath, Aelin said, “You can come over, I don't mind. I'd be happy to see you.” And she would be. She'd just have to kick her pride in the corner. “There's a pub right around the corner from mine and the cheeseburgers they have are really fucking good, and I mean that sincerely. Do you want me to get you one? Because I only have snacks and canned food at the moment.”

“A burger sounds good, with extra tomato, please.”

Aelin smiled. “Of course, I'll text you the address, and I'll see you soon.”

After ordering their dinner, Aelin tidied up (even though the space was immaculate) and waited, and waited. When a gentle knock sounded at her door, Aelin took the food from the restaurant worker and was just about to go back in when Rowan's truck pulled up.

Even ten car spots away, Aelin could see his puzzled expression from where she stood. Placing the food on the small, round dining table, Aelin waited by the door and gave Rowan her best smile when he stood in front of her.

His puzzled expression melted away momentarily when she kissed him hello, but it was back in full force when they pulled away.

“Fireheart,” was all he said, and it said everything that he didn't say.

“I know.”

“You're living in a motel room.” There was no judgement in his voice, like she knew there wouldn't be, but it was clear that he was confused about the whole thing. She should have just told him. She loved her late mother, but really hated the fact that she had passed her pride to Aelin. She hated the fact that, deep down, she was embarrassed, even if Aelin told herself that she had no reason to. The housing market was insane, there was no where else for her to go, and that she hated herself for not saving more money to buy her home of three years.

“I am,” Aelin said, “but it's not so bad. It's affordable and clean.” Aelin invited him inside and sat him down the small dining table.

From his spot, he took in the space. Saw the bar fridge that could barely hold a bags worth of cold food, her toaster oven and the dual butane stove she had to purchase because she didn't want to have to use the toaster oven all the time. The tiny closet that held a decent amount of clothes, but didn't make a dent in her considerable mountain of clothes that she had put away in the storage unit she was renting.

None of her candles were in sight and no books either. Aelin was taking full advantage of her library apps, but it wasn't the same. Aelin loved the feeling of a book in her hands, but there was no space and it would have been silly to bring in her bookcases.

“Where's all your stuff?”

“In a storage unit. I considered living in there, but it doesn't have an air-conditioner and this place does.”

Before Rowan could say anything, Aelin turned on the TV, put on whatever movie sounded dumb enough and ate her dinner.

Aelin could see the question burning in his eyes as she stuffed her mouth to avoid answering that very question.

Why didn't Aelin ask if she could stay with him?

Aelin wanted to tell him, she really did, but was afraid that if she showed how serious she was, Rowan might admit that he wasn't as serious as her.

But Aelin knew herself, knew that she was going to tell him at one point or another. She could tell Rowan anything and he wouldn't flinch. It was her own doubt stopping her.

“That really is the best burger I've ever had,” Rowan said when he was finished.

“It really is,” was all Aelin could think of to say. Gods, she felt so damned awkward. The question was still in Rowan's eyes, even as he laughed at the movie and its stupidity. So to avoid it for a bit longer, Aelin took the take-away boxes into the dumpster outback and immediately went for a shower afterwards.

When she came out, Rowan was lounging on her bed, his injured hand laying across his chest, the other arm fiddling with her comforter. Aelin dressed in a shirt that she may have borrowed without asking from Rowan and a pair of sleep shorts.

Borrowing underneath her comforter, Aelin rested her head on Rowan's chest and the awkwardness she felt deflated a bit as he pressed a kiss on her head.

Aelin told him how she ended up here. Including her embarrassment and annoyance at herself. Rowan listened attentively, as he always did. That was one of the biggest things she loved about him, that he listened. And Aelin was in love with him, she knew without a doubt. She was certain she fell in love with him when he danced with her at Aedion and Lysandra's wedding.

When the credits started to roll, Aelin took a deep breath and decided to plunge into uncharted territories. She kept her eyes glued onto the screen.

Aelin decided to bite the bullet. If it all went to hell, she would beat herself up later.

“I don't want to fuck things up with you.” Well, that wasn't how she wanted to start this conversation, but she supposed it was the best way to start off. “I wanted to ask you if I could move in, but our relationship is just so new, and I didn't want to ruin our future, because I can see a future with you, Rowan.” Moving so that she could look Rowan in the eye, Aelin took the deepest plunge imaginable and told him, “I love you, Rowan. I'm in love with you.”

The smile he gave her was the most beautiful she'd ever seen. “I love you, too, Aelin.” Reaching down to kiss her, all of Aelin's doubts melted away. When he pulled back, Rowan said softly, “If you wish to ask, I'll say yes. Because I see a future with you too. You're the one for me.”

“Rowan, can I move in with you?”

He kissed her again. “Yes, you can.”

Aelin's cheeks were started to become sore from all her smiling. Maybe it was a good thing after all that she ended up living here.

Hours later, after another bad movie and celebrating the new milestone in their relationship (which was mainly Aelin laughing as she rode Rowan because he kept forgetting about his injured hand), Aelin and Rowan got ready for bed, and as Aelin rested her head on his chest again, she said, “Just to let you know, I'm going to replace your mattress for mine, because yours is hard as stone.”

“That's exactly why I'm letting you move in, I'm in the market for a new mattress.”

Aelin playfully whacked his chest and muttered what a buzzard he was, but soon fell asleep with a smile on her face, ready for her future with Rowan.

#srsly what is this lol #rowaelin #rowaelin fanfiction

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asset35-maya · 3 years ago

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Nice Things

Inspired by this spectacular drawing of long-haired Nines by @marndraws

Gavin Reed never had nice things.

Every day was a fight for survival. He studied hard, worked hard and did everything he could to come out on top… but he never had nice things. If he did, they wouldn’t last.

Then the most beautiful creature to walk the planet entered his life.

A sheer scientific miracle. A combined feat of engineering and art. The most advanced android ever built… and the kindest soul the mean city of Detroit had ever seen.

Nines.

Gavin had no idea how to interact with the RK900 in the beginning. If it were any other new partner he’d have been his usual abrasive self, but there was something about the android that left him dumbstruck. No insults came to mind, so Gavin stuck to silent cooperation (and obedience, actually).

The RK900 model was designed to be aesthetically pleasing. There was no doubt about that, but it was how the android carried himself that took things to another level entirely. Poise, elegance and flair touched everything that he said and did.

It extended to the way he transformed his appearance after deviancy. Nines shed his Cyberlife uniform with the harsh turtleneck and stiff jacket in favour of softer, more delicate garments. He still stuck to dark colours, but his clothes were all loose and flowing. He dressed more like an interior decorator than a homicide detective (and it honestly served him well).

Gavin often had to tear his gaze away from the refined fabrics and unconventional styles that Nines wore. Gavin never had nice things… but he certainly had an eye for them.

And then there was Nines’ hair…

When Gavin had first seen the change from the default appearance settings, he had to leave the station, find a quiet alley and focus on bringing his breathing back to normal.

Nines… for some unknown, wild, spectacular, unprecedented, utterly amazing reason… had decided to lengthen his hair and let it hang loose around his shoulders.

The dark tresses were as expressive as the android himself. They danced when he laughed. They whipped the air when he animatedly told a story with his steel blue eyes flashing. They shone in every damn light.

Gavin couldn’t help but stare. He never had nice things… but he was drawn to them.

Not a day went by that he didn’t want to reach out and tuck the fine strands behind Nines’ ear, but he held back from giving in to such insanity.

Nines didn’t hold himself back though.

For all the times Gavin had been looking, so had he. He made his move in the middle of a very boozy Christmas party at the DPD. It didn’t take much of an effort. They left the party together on the flimsy pretext of Nines showing Gavin his Christmas lights at home… and promptly fell into bed together.

Gavin had never had nice things… but he knew exactly what he wanted, and when they were presented to him on a silver platter, he knew how to take them.

Nines’ hair was as soft as he imagined and even silkier than he dreamed. He couldn’t stop running his fingers through the lifelike synthetic fibres and Nines couldn’t seem to get enough of his touch either.

Bliss.

On the third anniversary of the Christmas party, the pair found themselves in very much the same position, only that they didn’t actually make it to the mindless office event this time. The day started and ended in bed.

Fairy lights glittered and tastefully-chosen tinsel framed the snow-laden windows of their loft apartment. The large Christmas tree emanated a warm glow that reached even the bedroom where they lay tangled in the sheets.

Nines was draped over Gavin’s chest, his fingers skimming idly across the warm skin.

“Sweetheart…”

“Nines.”

Gavin’s wary tone of voice made the android laugh. A velvet sound that the human would follow to the ends of the earth.

“What’s the thing you love most about me?”

Gavin exhaled loudly, hugging Nines closer.

“Baby, you know I ain’t good at words and shit.”

“I’m not asking you to write me a poem. Just tell me what you love most about me.”

He sighed and stared at the ceiling.

“Is this a test?”

“I don’t have to test you. I know everything there is to know about you. I can read you like a book even with my analysis software turned off.”

“Uh huh. Then why the inquisition?”

“Because validation is nice.”

Gavin snorted and carded his fingers though Nines’ gorgeous hair.

“Guess I can start by applauding your honesty.”

Nines hummed, rubbing slow circles into Gavin’s pec with his thumb. A few minutes went by and Gavin began to drift off to sleep.

“So what’s more attractive to you? My personality or my looks?”

Gavin’s eyes snapped open in alarm.

“What the ph-”

“There’s no right or wrong answer. Just tell me.”

Nines propped himself up on his elbows and peered into Gavin’s face. It was truly a magnificent sight. Two piercing blue eyes… plush lips curling into a smirk… a cyan LED… and a perfectly arched eyebrow. A pale, angular face… framed by sweeping curtains of dark, glossy hair.

Gavin gulped.

“I can’t choose. You’re the total package.”

“Cop out.”

“Pfffft. You tell me then. What do you like better? My mug or my sharp wit? Hah. Betcha can’t answer that for all the complex calculations your supercomputer brain can do.”

Nines tossed his hair over his shoulder and elevated himself further, pressing his forearms onto Gavin. His fixation with the human’s muscular chest was no secret.

“I can.”

“Huh.”

“You hardly said anything when we first met so I had nothing to go off for your personality-”

“Maybe I was mysterious and aloof and ya just couldn’t resist.”

“No, I actually thought you were kind of slow. All your medals and service awards didn’t make any sense to me.”

“Wowww.”

“So it had to be your body. Why else would anyone keep you around?”

“Is that why you stuck around too?”

“Maybe.”

“You little-”

Gavin reversed their positions on the bed, flipping Nines onto his back and curling huge biceps around his lithe body. Nines tipped his head back to allow Gavin to drag his teeth across his throat and latch onto his collarbone. Some moments passed like that until Nines regained control by hooking a leg over the human’s waist to slow him down.

“Fine. I confess. It was the leather jacket.”

“Seriously?”

Nines dug his heel into Gavin’s coccyx.

“It was everything about your appearance that you had control over… or weren’t born with at least. For instance, your face is conventionally attractive, but it’s all the lines and scars and little things that made me wonder what kind of a life you’d lived… what you might have gone through... how you came out stronger. And yes, your body is a temple, but it’s the work you put into it that I admire. You know how to take care of yourself and that’s…”

“Hot?”

“Hot.”

Nines accepted a rather sloppy kiss with grace. He rubbed his hands up and down his partner’s back.

“So. Tell me. What was it for you? What is it for you?”

Gavin’s right hand subconsciously found its way into Nines’ long hair and caressed his scalp. He sighed into the crook of Nines’ neck and took in the familiar scent that was neither entirely human nor entirely artificial. Everyone expected androids to smell like a new car but the fact was that each of them had their own unique smell. It was impossible to describe in words, but it was one of the many many things Gavin loved about Nines.

“Babe, I think you’re asking a shit ton of questions, but none of them are what you actually wanna ask.”

“Say more.”

“Gavin, do you love me because I look like a Greek god or is it because I’m smart as phck? Gavin, what did you notice first about my sexy android ass? Does the same thing get you off today, or is it something else?

I think… there’s something you already know… or something you think you know… and you’re just trying to get me to say it and dig myself into a giant hole.”

Nines didn’t respond but his LED did. Gavin chuckled and pressed his lips to the spinning yellow light.

“Called it.”

Nines rolled his eyes.

“It’s my hair, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“Admit it, you’re obsessed with my hair.”

“And you’re obsessed with my tits. We take turns objectifying each other. First sign of a healthy relationship.”

The android’s sharp nose scrunched up at a particular word and Gavin closed his eyes in resignation. Despite his best efforts he’d walked right into the trap.

“Dammit, babe, I didn’t mean it like that. I would never ever see you as an object-”

“My, my… we’re lying here two years to the day we became…”

“A thing.”

“Yes. And here I am reminiscing about what made you even look at me in the first place… and it turns out the credit goes more to Cyberlife than it does to me.”

Gavin groaned while his lover’s tinkling laughter rang out. He had to think fast if he had to turn the tables.

“So I’m that slow?”

Nines looked back at him, confused.

“You just dragged MY instincts. Like I’m dumb enough to fall for a program written by some geeky little code nerd. Like it was all totally predetermined and I didn’t see you tease and flirt and practically fall over yourself trying to get my attention for months. Huh?”

Gavin tightened his grip and gave his partner an affirmative shake.

“All those outfits and nail colours and pointy shoes and sparkly, shiny things. You saw me looking and you just kept stepping it up.”

He grasped Nines’ jaw and kissed him firmly.

“And your hair, baby… yeah, some genius worked on the tech at some point… but they didn’t tell you how to wear it. They didn’t tell you about the length or cut or angle. They didn’t tell you to walk around looking like a phcking prince. They didn’t tell you to roll the car windows down on the highway so your hair could fly in my face and drive me phcking crazy…”

Gavin thrust his fingers into the dark locks and pulled the android back in for a series of open-mouthed kisses and tantalising swipes of his tongue. Nines started to reciprocate physically, but Gavin swatted his hands away, not wanting to let things go further without making it clear who had gained the upper hand in their ridiculous game. He broke away panting.

“I love you. Don’t ask me why because there isn't one single reason. And I phcking love your hair. Not just ’cause it’s pretty but ’cause you’re the only motherphcker in that precinct who’d show up to the gristliest of crime scenes looking like a runway model.”

They stared at each other. Nines’ LED flickered.

“I… wow, sweetheart… okayyy… I… love you too.”

A moment of silence passed and Gavin rounded things off with his classic double wink.

“You’re welcome.”

Nines smiled, accepting defeat. He reached up and carefully rearranged his hair, letting it fan out on the pillow. Unable to keep the smile off his face, Gavin dipped his head down and returned his lips to Nines’, kissing him under the covers until his LED spun bright blue.

Gavin Reed never had nice things… until he learnt how to take good care of them.

Part 2: Red Dress

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yeojaa · 4 years ago

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HI IM IN LOVE WITH DEVIL IN A NEW SUIT!!!!! do u think u would add another part or drabbles?? like maybe jk’s ex crawling back back to him and asking for forgiveness or like just another drabble abojt them??? u don’t have to i just wanted to know because i’m OBSESSED W THEM!!!!!

[ read devil in a new suit ]

pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. malibu barbie returns, kook is still too nice, reader gets pissed off, and smut in the forms of: light bondage, titty sucking, use of a vibrator, heartfelt declarations of love without the L word. wc. 1.3k. author note. ask and you shall receive, nonnie... also tysm for the kind words!!! i’m so glad you liked it!!

She shows up randomly, weeks later, sitting in the lobby of the apartment building like she belongs there. (She doesn’t.) You wonder, with a sour expression, what Jungkook pays his exorbitant condo fees for - how she’s managed to sneak in when there’s a dedicated concierge meant to keep the riff-raff out.

“Baby!” The blonde is surging to her feet, smoothing down the hem of her dress. It’s an objectively pretty thing, this reflective material that throws her curves into stark relief and looks like it was made for her. Which it probably was, given her spending habits.

She advances quickly - all but throws herself against your partner - and curls her French manicured nails into his fluffy hair. He doesn’t immediately push her away.

What the—

The greeting comes before you can voice your displeasure, far too kind and familiar for your liking. “Hi, Keek.” Luckily - for him, for your twitching palm - he doesn’t return the hug. Simply extracts himself from her arms and throws her that stupid cute smile of his.

You’re five seconds from a nuclear explosion, something straight out of a Hollywood action film.

“It’s been so long,” Malibu Barbie purrs, pouts as if the inventor of puppy dog eyes isn’t standing right before her. “I’ve missed you.”

You’re not sure what’s going to come out of Jungkook’s mouth next. You don’t want to hear it - already livid over the exchange that’s happened thus far. “Sorry—” You’re not - lying through your neat white teeth as you shoot an arm out between your wide-eyed boyfriend and his idiot ex. “Can I help you?”

The girl - Kiko, was it? - stares at you for the longest moment, as if she’s trying to figure out where she recognises you from. You can practically hear the Windows shutting down noise as the seconds stretch on.

Then, without another word, she’s got her focus back on Jungkook. Sweet darling Jungkook who simply remains silent, bottom lip caught and worried between enamel.

“Who is that, Kookie?”

God, you want to throw up. Fight her, maybe too.

“This is—” You’re glaring daggers at him, daring him to give the wrong answer. “This is my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend?” She laughs as if it’s a joke, flutters her obnoxiously long eyelashes.

You’ve had enough, seizing Jungkook’s much larger hand in your own, practically yanking his arm from its socket as you stalk toward the elevator. Irritation skips up your spine, settles like a weighted chain necklace around your throat. You mash your knuckle against the call button. (If you’d used your nail, you’d have surely snapped it.)

You don’t miss the expression in the mirrored wall, Barbie still standing where you’d left her. Your smile is simpering, wholly artificial. And then she’s gone from view and it fades, slips into something even worse.

“What was that?” It comes in a whisper, gritted past your teeth that turn to ash.

“What was what?” Your boyfriend has the audacity to look surprised, peering down at you as if you’ve just asked the weather or the time. There’s not even an ounce of guilt - nothing to be found in those big round eyes of his.

It’s times like these that you resent the person Jungkook is, too soft and kind to tell people to fuck off.

You can’t blame him, though. This is how he’s always been, even if it’s gotten better over the months. At his core, he’s just marshmallows and Lucky Charms, milk and cookies on Christmas morning. (You love these things about him, even when they drive you absolutely insane.)

“Are you mad?” He asks when you barrel out of the lift, push into his apartment with the key that sits alongside your own. You don’t answer - know you’ll say something (deservedly) petty - and instead focus on hanging your coat, setting your stilettos into your side of his hallway closet. “Baby?”

You make it halfway down the hall before he’s scampering after you, threading his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hair. It’s such a sweet gesture that you almost soften, almost let him get away with murder.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” The idiot - your beloved idiot - seems terribly proud of this fact, smile pressed against your neck.

“I’m not,” you seeth, shoving his hand off you.

He knows you’re lying.

“Tell me, baby,” he purrs, eyes so wide and innocent you curse him internally.

Would do so verbally, if there weren’t a gag blocking the way, rubber slick with saliva and tears that’ve mingled into an absolute mess. It’s snug around your head, buckled into place and kept from hurting by the goose down pillow keeping you semi-upright.

(Even when he punishes you, takes you over his knee or cuffs you to the bed, he’s considerate. Thoughtful beyond all comprehension.)

Jungkook rocks back on his heels, half-seated on the bed between your spread knees. He’s picturesque, beaming brightly, devastatingly handsome in his comfy pants (a material that feels like heaven any time it brushes your heated skin). His chest is delightfully bare, the only blemish across the supple expanse being the glint of his silver chain, hanging over you and tickling your sternum when he graces you with the occasional chaste peck.

The hand holding the unassuming black and gold device between your legs shifts, presses it just that much deeper within your walls, and he grins. “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

It’s shameful, how wet you are, how slick pools down the crack of your ass, how your entire body trembles, heart rattling around in your ribcage. It’s unbelievable how weak you are for him, completely at his mercy as he rains pleasure upon you.

You nod, grimacing when the bob of your head has spit transferring from your chin to the valley between your breasts.

A hand tracks through the drool and lube (chocolate delight, because Jungkook has a sweet tooth), rubbing the mixture lewdly over your aching nipple. It strains beneath his touch, perks and pebbles with each pass of his tattooed fingers.

When he tweaks it - yanks so hard your back arches off the bed - he soothes the other, laving over the peak with the flat of his tongue. Between your legs, the vibrator goes and goes, pressed lightly against your most sensitive spots. Stimulated inside and out, it feels like every nerve ending is shot, burnt to hell by the match he strikes and pours gasoline over.

Fireworks spark before your eyes with each passing moment, growing in intensity the longer the device runs, the more time he spends sucking your tits into his mouth.

It’s too much - feels like heaven and hell all at once.

But it’s not what sends you over the edge - isn’t what has you coming apart all over his hand, soaking through the delicate material of his pants. It’s his voice, crystal clear past the haze of lust, whispering sweet nothings.

It’s your unbelievable, incredible boy telling you all the things you ache to hear.

“Nothing to be jealous about, ____. You’re the only one for me.” He offers his heart just as readily as he does bliss, granting you an earth-shattering orgasm that starts at the base of your spine and threads heat to every limb. He sucks his affection into the swell of your breasts, fucks the silicon toy into your dripping heat, makes you come apart even as he holds you together.

It’s nirvana with him, a place you only find in his arms, his bed, wrapped up in his warmth.

You sink into it, sob his name as he repeats yours back to you - makes it the only sound you ever want to hear. Finishes with a kiss to your trembling body, planted right beneath your belly button. “All mine.”

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octania · 4 years ago

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Congrats on 200!!! 💫 you really deserve it honestly! Is it okay if I get 22 with our buff boy Obi 👉🏽👈🏽👀 best believe his fingers prolly feel great

I was so damn amused with the song WAP- Cardi B (WAP stands for Wet ass pussy) that one ANON mentioned (Sol bless your thirsty mind 🙏 ) , I decided to do these Headcanons so they match the lyrics (lyrics are the bolded parts in the text). That song is so damn thirsty I just could not resist, and my brain just could not let Obi go when I heard it, imagining all the ways he would please that WAP…..So, I will do this request + this idea, making a sweet smut pie out of it. I do recommend listening to the song before reading, it is like a thirsty hymn, I swear 🤣 . Bon appetit.

PROMPT 22. : “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

Word count: 1.7 k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, spanking, rough sex.

Short description: Obi is a freak in the bedroom.

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I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage – You will never forget the first time Obi had his way with you, first time you two had sex. What that man did to your little cunt prevented you from sitting normally for a few days. You were no virgin, but you felt like one when he entered you. Only seeing the size of his dick for the first time, made you swallow nervously. Above average was a poor description of it, massive was even a weak word…giant was the closest. As his whole body was, big and strong, his dick was matching it perfectly. He even went in gently, slowly, really giving his best to let you get used to the size and your pussy to adjust its walls to it. But there was no helping the feeling of being stretched to the limit, being filed to the brim, being too small for the cock that was only half in and you were already feeling dizzy. He would kiss your face, whispering- “Shh baby, you are doing great.” –pushing a bit more, then answering on your whines while you sink your nails in his shoulders. “Fuck baby…good girl, spread that legs for me…daddy will take care of you.” – your body released more juices from the arousal on his words. He felt the fraction beginning to be smoother, taking the advantage of the moment, sticking it in to the end. You screamed his name, as it echoed the room. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he pushed your hands into the mattress, picking up the pace. He started slowly and tenderly, but the clutch of your slippery walls around his length made him lose it, making the push turn into a shove, smashing into you with no hesitation, fucking you into the mattress like his pretty little whore.

He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pussy- You hate being separated from him, and he despises it even more. Not being able to touch your warm flesh and feel the soft skin on his, knowing he is being your shield from everything all the time makes him furious. What makes him even more mad, is when he is not able bury his rock hard dick into you when he has the need, and he does not care much for porn. He wants his girl, the one that makes his wildest and most intimate fantasies come true. So, what is better than to document that lewd fantasies? There is a phone. A smart phone with high resolution camera, and photos and videos are the only things that are on it. From all the pictures of you in tight skirts, role play clothes like nurses or cat girl, his cum dripping from your face as you lick the tip of his dick to collect the last of it, his favorite , and most used for his jerking, is the video when he was fingering you in one of the bases bathrooms. The sight of you pressed on that cold bathroom tiles , with your ass placed on the sink, legs spread as his two fingers travel to your G spot, caressing the velvety walls, and his thump pressing your clit to make the stimulation even more intense, gets him to cum in minutes while he strokes his dick on it. The part that makes him almost always cum in an instant is when he hears and sees your response on his comment. -“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”, he said while spitting on your clit to make the circular motions of his thumb on it even smoother. The golden response he got was priceless “Stretch my pussy with the third finger, please daddy.”- the strings of his warm cum almost always burst from his throbbing dick when that part of the video comes.

I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat – Touch it? He would pass by it, sticking it right on your palate, shoving that thick dick right in your tight throat, enjoying how he fills the space with ease. As you try to breathe, the muscles would clutch around his meant that would prevent you from getting that sweet air. Looking in your watery eyes, feeding on the sight of your mouth full, he would whisper “Suck baby.”- stroking your hair. Something about this soft gestures mixed with perverse things he does to you, gets him into a fever pitch. You purse your lips, push your tongue along his length, and suck in your cheeks, creating pressure around that massive thing. Oh, and daddy Obi is satisfied. Tilting his head, he enjoys your efforts to be granted air, petting your cheek. Then he pulls out for a brief moment, to let you fill your lungs with oxygen, just so he can repeat the process again…and again…and again.

I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes – What made you think he is not a freak when it comes to toys? Man is surrounded by various gadgets because he is not blessed with fire as a power, so he needs to be handy with the equipment. And we all saw that he is more than handy….so you better believe that passion and experience follows him in to the bedroom. When he is done filling your mouth with his own equipment, he wants to make sure that you will be quiet and not wake up the whole base with your screams while he fucks you to the point you have no sound left in you. He would wrap a tie around your mouth, handcuff you to the bed, and spread your legs. Seeing you that helpless, he had a need to save you. And how do you save a thirsty beauty? You quiet down that thirst. First, he would make sure you are all soaked and ready, because it will be a long ride once he is inside. He would rub his fat cock on your folds, along your slit, pressing it on your clit, creating a fraction that is making you insane. Swallowed by anticipation, you trying to jerk your hips up, just to be smashed back down on the mattress, and forced to endure his slow teasing game. You meet your punishment soon, when a vibrating thing meets your nerve bud. You scream around the tie that is stuffed in your mouth, just to be shushed again with his words. “The more you move baby, the more I will enjoy playing with your pussy.”- Another pleasure explosion, spreading along your body from your clit. Somehow you managed to peek down to see what is going on. Obi was pressing a small vibrator on your clit, continuing to rub himself on your entrance. “I need to make you nice and wet for what is coming.”- he explains in a husky voice, pressing the toy harder on your over stimulated pearl.

You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain – Obi would be damned before he would ever break your heart, or even make you sad to be fully honest. He would carry you like a drop of water on his palm, giving you the treatment that only a queen would have. And that you are, his beautiful queen. But…as his queen, you have to be good to your king. Your behavior sometimes crosses the limits. He is a busy man, and he needs to fulfill his obligations on time, after all, he is a captain, and as a head of the house there is no slacking. So, when you continue to bother him while he is working by jumping on his lap, asking him a thousand meaningless questions, taking his papers that he is currently reading, teasing him by bending down, pretending that you dropped something just so you would put that booty right up to his face and you know he would stare at it because he can’t not resist the sight…well, you will get what is coming to you. That night, when he enters your room and climes on the bed while you are already asleep, he would turn you so your belly is on the mattress, grabbing your panties, pulling the fabric as it breaks with ease, smacking you with his rough palm on your ass cheek, so you are not only awake, you are well aware of the things that are about to go down. “What did I tell you about not letting me work?”- before you could murmur the answer, another sharp slap on your tender skin, making you whine. You are going to cry about this when you know you deserved it? Obi does not think so. He pushes your head into the pillow, smacking you a couple of times on the both cheeks, fast. The whines now are silenced by the cushy pillow, but his words are loud and clear. “Quiet.”- ordered the captain as the next slap is on your pussy, softer but still sharp. When his hand meets your sensitive parts, you feel dizzy with the pain mixed with pleasure, and he can feel your reaction by your trembling, letting him know he is really teaching you a lesion.

I need a king cobra – You know what they say, be careful what you wish for because you might just get it. And now you have tasted the consequences. I mean, what did you expect, the man had a picture of Double power cobra on the Fire force calendar. That was a clear warning. His body is representing one cobra, and the other the part in his pants. Your fault you decided to ignore the warning signs, now you can’t sit for a weeks or talk normally because that cobra destroyed and owned your holes, like a king should.

Bonus: Hinawa walked into the bathroom, seeing something on the floor. He leaned, picking the thing up with his pen he had in his pocket. A bright red thong hanging from the tip of the pen. He murmured - “There’s some hoes in this house.” ( 😂 🤣 😂 🤣 You will get this is you listen to the song 😂 🤣 )

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alice-dont-break · 4 years ago

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y’all wanted kinky d/s smut so here you go! i am... mildly embarrassed by how my brain could write something so filthy... but i hope you enjoy 🙃

in charge (part 1) | janthony smut

cw: FILTHY SMUT, dom/sub, mild choking, spanking, biting, literally just filth

In the car home from the bar, Jasmine and Anthony could barely keep their hands off each other. He kept a firm grip on her thigh with his thumb stroking half circles that steadily rose higher and higher, pulling the hem of her dress along with it. By the time they made it inside and upstairs to their bedroom, Jasmine’s lips were swollen and their clothes were flying. After he’d removed the last of her clothes and his own shirt and pants, he scooped her up and playfully tossed her down on the bed. Hovering over her in only his boxers, he met her eager lips again before trailing down to suck a new purple smudge on her neck.

“Wanna try something new tonight, baby?” He growled against her tender mark, before flattening is tongue to soothe the sting.

“Mmm what did you have in mind?”

Anthony gathered her wrists as her hands rested on his chest, and pinned them up above her head. With one hand holding them in place, and the other tracing a soft line down her jaw, he smirked. “What if I take charge? You do what I say... and only what I say,” he said, pressing wet kisses where his fingers had just ghosted down her face.

“Yes sir,” she snickered back.

His hand wandered down her hip and grabbed at her curves, nails biting into her flesh. She gasped at the slight pain, and Anthony took advantage of her parted lips.

“Might wanna watch the attitude, sweetheart,” he sneered between kisses. “Gonna have a safe word, okay? Green for keep going, yellow for slow down, red for stop. If you can’t talk, tap me three times. You use that if you need it, promise?”

Jasmine nodded eagerly, but Anthony wasn’t satisfied. Pulling back her bottom lip between his teeth, he muttered “words, baby.”

“Y-yes, I promise,” she breathed. He hummed into her lips, pleased with her response, before deepening the kiss. Her tongue tried to match his, but within seconds, he won the battle and was exploring her mouth at his own pace. She squirmed under his grip as he pulled back to brush his lips over hers, just breathing her air as her eyes softened.

“Seems like someone’s already struggling to stay still,” he chuckled, squeezing her wrists tighter. “Need some help keeping your hands where I want ‘em, love?”

Jasmine’s eyes widened and she nodded again, before moaning at the burn of Anthony’s fingers digging into the swell of her hip again.

“Thought I already told you to use your words baby... break my rules again and you might have a hard time sitting on that sweet ass of yours later.”

“Y-yes sir,” Jasmine rasped.

“That’s my good girl,” Anthony said, kissing from her lips up to her jaw. When he reached her ear, he nibbled softly and suckled on her skin as her back arched off the bed. He ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, memorizing every ridge and slope, before pulling back. “Don’t move,” he instructed before rolling off the bed and walking to the closet.

Jasmine wasn’t sure what part of this was sending shivers down her spine and straight to her core. Was it his steely eyes? The way his oversized hands could engulf her entire thigh, or breast, or neck... Or was it the way that she could trust him so completely, knowing that he knew all the ways to wind her up and lovingly bring her back down? That no matter how rough he was, she was completely safe in his arms? All she could focus on was the thumping rise and fall of her chest as she panted with anticipation.

Anthony walked back with a seductive gaze raking over Jasmine’s body like a fine tooth comb, but her eyes locked into the handcuffs he’d retrieved.

“When the hell did you - “

“I’ve had ‘em for a while,” he interrupted, before climbing on to the bed beside her. She’d obediently kept her hands above her head and he snapped on the cuffs with a smile. “Been waiting to see you like this forever.”

Anthony sat up on his knees beside her and scanned every inch of her bare, longing body. He trailed a finger down from her sternum to stop just before where she wanted him, leaving chills in his wake. Jasmine arched her back, eager for more contact, and Anthony chuckled.

“Gonna have to be patient for me, sweetheart,” he crooned, withdrawing all contact. He lay down next to her, and hovered over her face before nestling into the crook of her neck. His teeth grazed over her already sensitive skin, and she threw her head back to give him better access. Kisses and nips coated every inch of her neck, leaving behind stunning bite marks and bruises. The whiney moans were music to Anthony’s ears; he’d found the perfect balance of pleasure and pain to drive her crazy. After soothing the ache with open-mouthed kisses, he wandered further down her body.

His lips danced across her collarbone and down the valley of her breasts, as Jasmine felt her skin ignite. She never knew when the soft touch would turn into a pinch she was strangely craving. Once Anthony’s face was level with her rack, he laced his tongue around her supple skin in long strokes. She arched her back up, desperate for more contact, but Anthony tutted back at her. He pulled back, pressing his hand around the sides of her neck and pressed down just slightly. “I said,” he growled, “be. patient.”

With his hand still testing her throat, Anthony shifted his focus back to teasing her breasts, pausing the slow motions of his tongue every few inches to sink in his teeth. Finally, he landed on her hardened nipples and sucked wantonly. Every swirl of his tongue and flicker of his teeth drew a deeper and deeper moan from Jasmine’s lips, and she could feel her pussy absolutely flooding.

Her breath hitched as soon as he started to crawl further down her body, unsure how much more anticipation she could handle. On his knees between her ankles, his hands pried her open, leaving behind half moon shapes they would see again tomorrow. He felt her body humming with anticipation as he pressed kisses all the way from her ankle up to where his hands were still clutching her thighs. His nose was just inches away from her slit and he could nearly taste her arousal. Jasmine’s impatience was mounting and she squirmed, trying in vain to press her core towards Anthony’s face, only to be met with a firm arm across her hip bones.

“Keep your eyes on me and stay still while I take you apart, sweetheart,” he growled. His tongue parted her folds and swiped all the way up, drawing a long mewl from Jasmine’s lips. Slowly and methodically, he used his tongue and lips to taste every drop of her essence and explore every fold.

“Ant... feels so good, need more,” she cried out.

Anthony hummed against her, and pressed down harder with his arm. He needed to remind her he was in charge, but couldn’t bare to break the connection with her sweet pussy. His tongue swirled around her entrance, just barely dipping inside, before pulling back and working up to her clit. His lips ghosted over her most sensitive spot, before gently latching on with the softest kitten licks.

Jasmine was in such a trance from the fire spreading through her clit, that she didn’t notice Anthony’s hand had moved up her thigh. After just one swipe through her folds, he plunged two fingers into her soaking hole as she cried out.

“Ant... oh my god... oh my god fuck,” Jasmine yelped, as he stretched out her tight walls. She had no time to react to the shockwaves his curling fingers sent before he was pulling out and thrusting harshly back into her. His grip across her stomach tightened to hold her in place as he thrust into her repeatedly and relentlessly. As she looked down at him through heavy lidded eyes, she was overwhelmed by the contrast between his carnal attack on her inner walls and gentle caresses to her clit. All she could focus on was how fucking good his mouth felt on her, and the tightening coil in her center.

“Ant... please I’m gonna come.. please can I come,” she begged through panted moans.

“Yes,” he growled against her clit. The vibrations of his words threw her over the edge, and her thighs squeezed together to trap his hand inside of her. Anthony curled his fingers to probe at her sensitive inner spot, coaxing the orgasm and all its aftershocks out of her. His lips stayed glued to her clit, pressing soft, loving kisses, while his eyes gazed upwards. Her face was contorted into pure pleasure and she was arched off the bed, straining at the cuffs that prevented her from tugging on his curls.

“Fuck, baby your noises are so pretty f’me,” he murmured, as her muscles released under his grip. He pulled his hand out slowly absolutely coated in her juices, then crawled up to kiss Jasmine’s forehead and prop himself up beside her. “You made quite the mess on my fingers, sweetheart. C’you clean me off?”

Jasmine eagerly tilted her chin up and ran her tongue from his palm to his finger tips. Once she tasted her sweetness, she hummed and pulled his index and middle fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue all the while. She plunged up and down, looking up at him with lustful eyes, knowing exactly what he was picturing. Once she pulled off, he cupped her chin tenderly, slipping his thumb past her lips to run along her bottom teeth.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he whispered.

“No, you are,” she grinned, “that was insane.”

“Not done yet, princess. Legs still work? Can you stand for me?” He smirked, pressing wet open mouth kisses to her temple and cheek as he tried to pull her out of her post-orgasm haze. He was far from done with her.

She nodded, and he watched the hunger return to her eyes. He helped her up, and her cuffed hands hung between between them. He cupped her cheeks and continued peppering kisses over her flushed face before pulling back to remove the cuffs. When she was freed, he held her hands and raised them so his mouth could soothe the red streaks around her wrists. Jasmine was practically purring against his soft touch, and he was entranced by how absolutely pliant she was in his grasp. He leaned into her neck, desperate to taste her again, and whispered against her neck. “Color for another round baby?”

Jasmine’s lips curled into a devilish smile, and she nodded. “Green,” she said, before sinking down to her knees in front of him. “I know you’re in charge, but is this okay, daddy?”

Anthony’s breath caught in his throat as he looked down at her pouted lips. Her knees were spread just enough so he could get a glimpse of her still swollen clit, and her hands were clasped behind her back so her breasts were thrust forward. “God you have no idea how you look on your knees for me like that. So beautiful, so cute, so mine.”

“M’yours,” she hummed eagerly. Jasmine was drunk on her fiancé’s touch and she needed more. She craved his hands over every inch her skin, the sounds she coaxed of him, the feeling of him filling her up to her limit. “Can I touch you, daddy?” She asked, batting her eyelashes, as if she had know idea what that word would do to him.

“Yes, baby. Remember to tap three times if you wanna stop, okay?”

Jasmine nodded up at him, keeping their eyes locked as she wrapped her lips around his head. He let out a low grunt at the sensation of her warm mouth around him, already achingly hard from watching her come undone. She swirled her tongue as she took him all the way into her throat until he nose bumped her pelvis.

“Fuck ,Jas,” he groaned, letting his head loll back, “your mouth is so good for me pet.”

She hummed against him, reveling in his praise, sending more and more shockwaves through his cock. She pulled off slowly letting a string of saliva hang between them, and flattened her tongue to lap at his head. She drew a long stripe down his shaft, and he gasped as she pulled his balls into her mouth and suckled lightly.

Anthony let her continue for a moment before reaching down to tug at her hair. “Stop teasing me,” he growled. With his fingers still tightly wound in her curls, he gently guided her back to his cock and she latched back on with loving eyes gazing up at his.

Her first slide down was tentative, testing her limits and gauging his reaction, but from there she couldn’t hold herself back. The tensing of his thighs, the grunt rising from his chest, and the sting on her scalp, all while he hit the back of her throat was all the motivation she needed. With her hands clasped neatly behind her back, she hollowed her cheeks and moved earnestly up and down his length. He couldn’t help but admire the depth of her gorgeous eyes, even though all his senses were clouded with a fog of pure arousal.

“Fucking hell baby you suck my cock so well, you’re such a good girl taking me all the way into your throat like that. So beautifully submissive on your knees... fuck.”

Anthony basked in the bliss of being engulfed in the wet heat of her mouth, and it was taking all his concentration to avoid filling her mouth with his seed right then. When he couldn’t hold off any longer, he pulled her back by the roots of her curls, and she looked up at him with saliva dripping down from her puffy lips onto her tits.

“Yes, daddy?” she asked with a sinister smile. Jasmine could sense Anthony was dangerously close to the edge, and decided to test his dominance. Keeping her eyes on him, she unclasped her hands, grasped his length, and swiped her thumb over his leaking tip. Before she could even start to pump him, he grabbed her wrist hard so she would let go, then yanked her up to standing.

Their faces were just inches apart, and Anthony could feel her heavy breaths accelerating on adrenaline. Her hands were still tangled in her hair, and he used the leverage to open up her neck. His lips found a sensitive point which he licked and suckled before sinking his teeth in. She sighed out in a desperate moan at that same delicious mix of pain and pleasure, as her eyes rolled back.

“Don’t remember giving you permission to use your hands like that, especially after I’d just pulled you off... Are you testing me, baby?” He husked against the bruising skin, sending shivers down her spine. “You think I don’t see that my sweet girl is actually dirty as fuck? Think I don’t know you’re giving me that smirk just begging me to punish you?”

All Jasmine could do was whimper, though the sparkle in her eye only got brighter. With a firm hand to her lower back, Anthony bent her over the edge of the bed with her cheek pressing into the mattress. As she turned over her shoulder with an inviting glance, he leaned down to trail tender kisses up her spine until he was close enough to whisper in her ear.

“Color, baby?”

“So fucking green,” she moaned.

“Hm,” he chuckled, “sounds like I was right to think you’d like this game. You like submitting to me, baby girl? Like doing whatever I say? Whatever daddy says?”

“Yes, yes, Ant... daddy... love it,” she whined.

“So do you wanna tell me why you touched me like that? Is it cause you wan’ me to punish you?”

Jasmine’s cheeks flushed to an even deeper shade of crimson as he saw right through her little scheme.

“Really gonna forget to use your words again and make this harder on yourself?”

“N-n-no, daddy,” she whined, “I did.. I do want you to punish me.”

Anthony felt his cock twitch in his boxers as he grinned down at her. “So fucking naughty, baby girl... what d’you want me to do? Spank you? Spank this perfect round ass of yours?” He growled, grabbing roughly at the stunning expanse of perfectly soft skin.

“Yes, Ant, please...” she whimpered.

He leaned over her to kiss her head one more time, and whispered in her ear. “Gonna give you just five... would give you more but can’t handle not being inside you for much longer... remember you can say orange or red whenever you need.”

Anthony stood back to admire the skin so beautifully presented for him, then brought his hand down sharply. He let his hand linger, feeling the heat radiate as he soaked up her sweet, breathy moan, then repeated his action on the other side.

“You gonna test me again, sweetheart?” he smirked down at her.

“N-no, gonna be so good for you.. so good,” she babbled.

“Already are such a good girl for me... so perfect.”

Anthony brought down the next three strikes in quick succession, then kneaded her ass to soothe the sting as she whined. “All done, you did so good for me. Took that so well baby.”

Jasmine whimpered not from the ache, but because she could feel her wetness soaking down her thighs. Anthony noticed the same thing, and chuckled lowly.

“Doesn’t seem like that was much of a punishment baby...think you liked it too much,” he said. He flattened his hand and rubbed it through her folds, feeling her wetness for himself but not coming close to satisfying her craving.

“Ant... ant please... please...” she whispered.

“What’s that baby?” He taunted her, “what do you want?”

Jasmine pushed her hips back towards him and whined. “Please fuck me Ant.. daddy.”

“So pretty when you’re begging... so needy and adorable... keep going.”

“Ant please! Need to feel you inside, need you to fill me up, need your cock, just please fuck me Ant please,” she cried, looking over her shoulder with a wistful eye.

Anthony pulled off his boxers and lined himself up at her entrance, keeping his hands warmly on her hips. In one steady thrust, he bottomed out inside her as they both groaned.

“God baby, you’re so fucking tight. You squeeze me so well, pussy is so good for me,” he grumbled as he built a rhythm right away, before she’d had any chance to adjust to the stretch.

“Ant, so big, feel so full, babe, so good,” she meowed.

Encouraged by her gorgeous noises, he thrust harder and started fucking up into her yielding body. Her moans grew louder and louder and higher and higher in pitch, as she felt him slamming into her. His head was nudging against her cervix and she felt so fucking full. Every thrust was relentless, leaving her no time to breathe before he was shoving back into her heat.

“Fuck, my handprints look so good on your ass, babe,” he rasped.

Jasmine was too breathless to respond with words, but her sounds told him she was just as lost in her arousal. Desperate to see how she was feeling, he flipped her over and yanked her by the calves so her ankles were over his shoulders and her ass was at the edge of the bed, legs spread and so ready for him. “Wanna watch you come for me,” he said while thrusting back into her and hitting a deliciously new angle. She responded with a strangled moan and her eyes rolled back, but he reached forward to focus her with a hand in her hair. He wanted to see the exact moment her eyes softened into bliss.

As he barreled into her relentlessly with his hands roughly grabbing at the supple skin of her breasts, her lips curled around his name in loud moans. “Ant, Ant, Ant, daddy... can I can I come? Please can i come?”

Anthony leaned over to smash his lips against Jasmine’s. “Come with me right now,” he growled, and she tightened around him like a vice. After slamming into her once or twice more, his thrusts turned lazy as he filled her with hot ropes of cum. She threw her head back and her pussy squeezed around him over and over, pulsating in rhythm with his spurts. He leaned forward and looped an arm under her back where she had arched off the bed. His soft rocking rode her through the aftershocks of her orgasm until she was limp in his arms with a thick sheen of sweat between them.

Once Anthony could breathe again, he pulled out of her slowly, pressed a chaste kiss to her lips and another to her forehead, then shifted to lay beside her. She flopped over to rest her head on his chest with an arm and leg thrown over him, and grumbled something incoherent about being tired.

“You okay, love?” he asked, sweeping the slicked down curls off her sweaty forehead.

“So good, so floaty,” she mumbled. “That was so good I feel drunk.”

Anthony grinned against the top of her head and rubbed her back up and down. “I’m glad, baby. You were incredible. Gonna take care of you now, okay?”

“Mmm don’t leave,” she grumbled.

“Gonna be right back, Jas,” he chuckled before leaving her with a kiss to her forehead. Anthony hurried off to the kitchen and returned a moment or two later with a glass of water and a power bar. He left those on their bedside table while he retrieved a warm cloth from the bathroom. When he sat down on the bed beside her, he rubbed her leg and smiled as she broke out of her haze to flash him an exhausted smile.

“Hi baby, just gonna clean you up okay?”

She hummed in agreement, and he let the water wipe away the sweat and cum that coated her inner thighs, all the way from her folds to her knees. He silently thought that if he wasn’t such a gentleman, he’d have to spend much more time watching his cum slowly leaking out of her pussy, but he was wise enough to know that his absolutely fucked out fiancé deserved better right now.

Once she was cleaned off, he sat against the headboard and pulled her by her underarms to lay over top of him. With her head on his chest, she looked up at him with a dopey smile.

“C’mon baby, take a sip of this water for me, okay? Water, snack, then we’re getting you up,” Anthony cooed.

“Noooo,” she giggled, “just wanna lie here and cuddle.”

“I know babe, but if I let you stay here and get a UTI, you’ll kill me later. We’ll go to the bathroom, have a nice warm shower, then I’ll put the sheets in the wash and we can go snuggle up on the couch for the rest of the night. Kay?”

Lulled by Anthony’s long fingers which were now lightly scratching at her scalp, Jasmine smiled and nodded. “M’kay, love you Ant.”

“I love you too, Jas.”

“Oh and baby?” she asked, straining her neck to look up at him with her most innocent little smile. “Next time’s my turn.”

#smut #my fics #janthony

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adamdrivercouldchokeme · 4 years ago

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Clyde Logan - NSFW Alphabet PART 1

Here it is, I spent way to long deciding if balls or sack sounded better but I finally finished part 1. I would love feedback but please be gentle with me as this is the first time I have written anything like this. If you enjoy this and want to be tagged in part 2 let me know.

Warnings: Smut, slight cum eating, unprotected sex and a hell of a lot of love for the mountain man that consumes my thought 24/7!

This is also Clyde Logan x female!reader

Word count: 1.5k

A = Aftercare (What they are like after sex)

Clyde Logan is the king of aftercare, there is nothing your southern gentleman enjoys more than cuddling after sex. After going into the bathroom and getting a damp cloth to wipe the mess you both created from between your legs, he wants nothing more than to cuddle with you. He loves it when you curl into his right side and lazily draw patterns and place delicate kisses over his chest, while he lazily runs his fingertips over your exposed spine as he tells you how good you were for him and how much he loves you. With the warmth and comfort that encompasses the both of you just by being in each other’s presence it’s not long before you both slowly drift off to sleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Clyde loves every part of you and can’t believe how lucky he is that you let him love on you. Saying that, he is without a doubt both a tits and ass man. A couple of his favourite things are putting his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, giving your ass a cheeky squeeze or resting his hand on your ass even if he’s just leaning down to steal a quick kiss or snuggling with you on the couch while you watch tv. It’s both a sexual and comfort thing for him and you’re definitely not complaining. Clyde also likes to be the big spoon as he can’t help but press himself against you as he knows you’ll rub your ass on his crotch, then act all innocent pretending you’re not doing anything to work him up.

Clyde has always been self-conscious, that only increased when he lost his hand but with the abundance of praises and compliments you give him daily, he’s learning to love himself more and more. His favourite body part on himself are his thighs, as you always tell him how much you love how thick and strong they are, perfect for riding you always say, he enjoys when you rake your nails over them which causes goose bumps to rise all over his skin or holding the backs of them while you tease and suck his cock.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Clyde’s favourite places to cum are obviously your tits and ass as mentioned before he’s a big fan of them.

You drive him absolutely insane after he pulls out of you straddling your thighs as he strokes his hard cock leaning over your tits as you pinch and twist your nipples begging him to cum all over you. When he does cum it goes everywhere, landing on your lips and chin but he does make sure to get it over you tits coating your nipples in his warm, thick spend, his eyes rolling back as you swipe your fingertips though the mess before bringing them to your lips, licking them clean while looking straight at your man. The reaction he has to this always makes you rub your thighs together.

Another place he likes to cum is inside you. The sensation Clyde has from cumming inside your tight pussy is just completely primal, the way he can’t help but moan into your ear while you tell him the magic words “Cum for me, fill me up baby!” This has him not only releasing deep inside the warm walls of your pussy but also a deep growl that comes straight from his chest, the sound along with the feeling of his cock pulsing could make you cum again. After he pulls out, he will lean back and watch as his cum will start to drip back out of you. Watching it run down to your ass before using his thick fingers to scoop it up and push it back into you. “Darlin, keep it safe for me” Only until he’s ready to add more later.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Clyde has always prided himself on being a gentleman and he’s always the prefect gentleman to you. He likes to make sure that he gets doors for you, pull your chair out when you go to a restaurant and the poor man even held back when you first started dating as he didn’t want to scare you off. He is only human so he’d get so hard at the thought of you, he just couldn’t help touching himself before and after he saw you. He would create these fantasies in his head while slowly teasing himself over his boxers until he couldn’t take much more, pulling himself free from the confines of his boxers and stroking his entire length whispering your name over and over until he spills all over his tummy. Wishing desperately, you were there to lick it up, the thought making his softening cock twitch.

This went on for a few weeks until one day you finished work early and went over to his trailer to surprise him. You opened the front door after discovering it was already unlocked, then you heard noises coming from down the hall, worried that you thought Clyde could be in pain you followed the noises to the slightly cracked door of Clyde’s room.

“Clyde, are you okay?” You asked, pushing the door open a little more. He must not have heard you as you’re met with the most delicious sight you could have ever witnessed. Clyde sprawled out on his bed, his boxers pushed just below his full balls. His arm across his face where his dark hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead while his hand was gliding over his slick cock. “Oh fuck, Y/N. Yer pussy is so tight, so good for me” he moans freely, still thinking he’s alone. That’s until you take another step forward (curiosity getting the better of you) the floorboards creaking underneath your feet, Clyde almost jumping right out of his skin stopping his hand instantly. He tries to cover himself with his thin sheets while trying to explain what he was doing “Sh- shit, I’m so sorry darlin! Let me just-” he babbles, cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment as he’s not really sure what to say. “It’s okay baby, everybody touches themselves. It’s healthy” You say, trying to reassure him as well as calm his nerves. His mouth just opens and shuts repeatedly looking down at the very obvious rise under the sheets then back to your face, still unsure on what to say. “Baby, can I come sit with you? You ask before Clyde nods in reply. You slowly move towards him before getting comfortable next to him, gently grabing his chin turning his face towards. You run your nails through his beard before kissing his pouty bottom lip. “I promise it’s okay, Clyde. If you’re comfortable, I’d like to see all of you” You reassure him, Clyde swallows audibly. “Darlin, I-” “Maybe you could show me what you were doing, show me how you enjoy being touched” You ask him, running your nails up and down his arm causing him to shiver.

He drags the sheets away from his erection as you start to kiss his jawline before working your way up to his lips, Clyde instantly kissing you back as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, dragging it up and down before twisting around its flushed head. The deepest moans coming up his throat and being released from his lips. “I bet that feels so good, would you like me to try?” Clyde moans in response as you wrap your much smaller hand around his large cock, taking your time to admire how thick and warm it is as well as the long ridges it has that make him buck his hips when you run your fingernails across them. You take his balls in your other hand, massage them softly with your fingers as you move your hand faster making sure to take in the beautiful sight of your man glistening with sweat as he barely can control his movements from the pleasure you’re giving him. “Please, I’m so close” You kiss him while continuing to work your hands on him, as you feel him get harder and twitch, when all of a sudden he pulls his mouth away from yours letting out the loudest moan of your name. “Oh, shit! Y/N! fuck, I’m gonna cum. Y/N” Before cumming all over your hands and his stomach. He just has to lie there for a minute taking in what just happened as his body still shakes from the aftermath of his orgasm. He opens his mouth to thank you but lets out a deep growl as you lean down and swipe your tongue through the puddle of cum resting on his lower stomach. “Delicious” You say with the biggest smile on your face then before you can register it Clyde flips you over ready to return the favour. All the while thinking, how did he get so lucky?

Tags: @contesa-lui-alucard

#ahhhhh #clyde logan smut #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan

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wonderlustlucas · 5 years ago

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mistletoe? oh no! - im jaebeom

⇢ prompt Why do we kiss under a mistletoe when it’s a parasitic plant that steals nutrients from its host tree? ⇢ pairing jaebeom x female reader ⇢ word count 6.9k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings swearing. alcohol. suggestive make out at the end :D ⇢ summary Six months ago, you drunkenly kissed Im Jaebeom on a beach trip with your friends. Afterward, the awkward tension kept the two of you from ever having the ‘What are we?’ talk and eventually, too much time had passed for anything to ever happen. Luckily, Pollyanna and a stupidly placed mistletoe have brought your feelings to the boiling point.—friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n happy new year’s my loves! as one last hurrah for 2019 & as part of @kwritersworld‘s holiday writing event, here is yet another idiots to lovers, christmas/nye au! here’s to a lovely new year, & new decade. i hope you all have a blessed, joyous, & prosperous year. i love you! ♥︎

You once thought that you were an introvert.

You know— someone deemed shy, with a preference to keep to themselves rather than going out of their way to interact with others. Introvert. Opposite of extrovert.

It wasn’t until you were a senior in high school did you learn new definitions for these personality categories. An introvert—according to your philosophy teacher and a TED Talk speaker shown on the projector during class—is someone who, simply put, thinks of how they feel before speaking. Extroverts, on the other hand, only identify their true feelings on a topic after they have begun discussing it.

The lesson stuck with you. Albeit your perpetual reservation from others, you were always one to argue. Smart, excellent report card over the years— but found yourself blurting your opinion out at the first chance before fully thinking it through. Now, you concluded, I suppose I’m an extrovert if that truly is what it means. This knowledge, for some strange reason, gave you a token for change. If I’m an extrovert, you thought, I must start acting one.

Now, having just been accepted into law school, you think you have hit the nail on the head when it comes to meeting both definitions of an extrovert. Park Jinyoung, on the other hand, has his doubts.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Have you really thought about what this is gonna do to your life?” Despite the genuine concern laced in his tone, Jinyoung’s words make you wince. How he manages to suck the life out of a celebratory night out for drinks truly is beyond you.

“Yes, Jinyoung,” you groan, taking a desperate sip of your coquito like it’s really going to help against his insufferableness, “I’ve only been working for this for a few years, let me change my mind now.”

“You didn’t answer the question,” he counters, leaning in close enough for you to taste his Jo Malone fragrance on your tongue. You raise a skeptical brow at him. “Have you thought about what becoming a lawyer is going to make of your life?” His words are clipped and emphasized like he is speaking to a child, trying desperately to get his point across.

“I appreciate you looking out for me and my future, Jinyoung,” you sigh, reclining back in your bar stool because sitting that close to Jinyoung for that long makes your head dizzy, “but I promise you, I have thought about this. I know I have a lot of hard work ahead of me, but it’s what I want to do. I promise.”

Jinyoung huffs, defeated, before tipping his wine glass back and chugging what is left like some sort of animal. Very not Jinyoung-like. “Well, then I guess there’s no reason to not celebrate with you,” he grins. Then, not even a beat later, “When are you gonna make time to marry Jaebeom and have a bunch of sexy little babies?”

“Aw, for crying out loud!” You howl, slapping a hand to your forehead before turning to him with a pointed glare and a pointed finger. “Okay, first of all, the fact that you used sexy and babies in the same sentence concerns me. And second, stop saying me and Jaebeom are going to get married! He doesn’t even look at me, how do you equate marriage out of that?”

“You mean, you don’t look at him. You guys had a great time when we went to the beach not even six months ago, saw each other half naked, shared a drunken kiss before bed, and then dropped all communication! What the hell is up with that?” Jinyoung has a habit of lecturing you like it’s his full-time job and it drives you absolutely insane because he’s always right.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumble, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a lengthy sip just to buy some time. “Come on, ___. My boy is out here drowning in unrequited love while you’re just all ‘Teehee! I’m a lawyer! Don’t talk to me when I’m doing lawyer tings!’ Cut the bullshit and let him take you on a date and blow your back out for Christ’s sake!”

You are physically unable to suppress your laughter, hand flying to cover your mouth and head thrown back at his comical outburst. He’s lucky you love him or else he would seriously regret that outrageously inaccurate imitation of your voice. He’s lucky you are tipsy enough to lose yourself in laughter and he’s especially lucky that he is correct, once again.

“Jinyoung,” you wheeze, letting out one more breathless giggle before flipping on the serious mode switch, “I would love to not only go out on a date with Jaebeom, but to date him. But things got awkward and so much time as passed that suddenly starting things up again would be weird. Don’t you think?”

“No!” Jinyoung yells. Half the people at the bar jump at the noise and turn to glare. You do just the same before shooting an older gentleman beside Jinyoung an apologetic look. “I just don’t think you’re drinking enough.”

“Yes,” then, a pause to ask the bartender for the check now that Jinyoung’s lectures are starting to put a downer on you, “that’s exactly it. I’m afraid to get drunk off my ass when Jaebeom’s around because I’ll do something stupid and either scare him off or bring him home and both are terrible options!”

“You’re no fun,” Jinyoung scoffs, “my two best friends, both pining after one another, but pulling the sixteen-year-old card and not talking to each other. Great! Just great.”

You laugh, hopping down from your seat and patting his knee once you have slipped on your coat. “Buy a mistletoe for the Christmas party and maybe something can be arranged.”

Jinyoung doesn’t find it funny.

For the past six years, it has been tradition for you and your friends to have a belated Christmas slash New Year’s party where Pollyanna gifts are exchanged and an excessive amount of alcohol is consumed because, well, your friends are fun. For the past three, however, you have been holding said party at Youngjae’s house, because he is the only one who has a house and houses are infinitely better for parties than apartments. Plus, Youngjae is a gracious man who welcomes the company year after year. Can’t understand why he wants nine psychopaths in his lovely little abode, but that’s not your problem.

What is your problem is the fact that there actually is a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling fan in the kitchen. You’re going to kill Jinyoung.

You once thought Choi Youngjae was the coolest person to bless the planet. Now, you’re not so sure.

It’s the first thing your eye goes to upon entering Youngjae’s outrageously beautiful row home. Usually, you need a solid ten minutes to accept the fact that you will never become a model and have as many zeroes at the end of your savings as Youngjae, spending way too much time swooning over his grey vinyl wood floors and brick fireplace and white marble countertops. This time, however, while Jinyoung and Yugyeom do the whole bro hug greeting after wiping the snow from their shoes, you stand pressed up awkwardly against the front door, crockpot of buffalo chicken dip in hand, glaring at the stupid thing from two rooms over. Before you can turn an accusing finger to Jinyoung, Youngjae has turned to welcome you.

“You made it!” He cheers, flashing that thousand-watt smile of his and easing some of the tension that has begun to build up in your nerves like plaque. “Somehow, someway,” you return, relaxing into his embrace when he curves around the precious chicken dip to offer a half hug. “You need a drink,” Youngjae decides after having evaluated the lack of excitement in your response. Following after Jinyoung and Yugyeom, he leads you into the kitchen with a lively bounce to his step. “Bambam just finished making hot toddies, or you could be the first to take from our jell-o shot Christmas tree.”

He gestures to said “tree” on his dining table, a neatly stacked pile of green, red, and blue jell-o shots and you feel awfully terrible at having to ruin its perfected assembly. “It’s beautiful,” you muse, setting the crockpot on the counter and plugging its cord into an outlet, “it would be my honor to have the first one.”

“___!” Hollers Jackson as he slides open the door from the back patio and enters the kitchen, Maggie filing in after him. He must have joined her for a smoke outside. He proceeds to do a little dance shimmy as he makes his way over to you. “Jackson, my love,” you grin, squeezing him into a tight hug after he slaps a messy kiss to your cheek. “How are you, Miss I-Got-Accepted-Into-Law-School?”

That is going to be the topic of discussion for the night, it seems, and the heat of an embarrassed blush works its way up your neck at the realization. “I’m good. Really good, actually,” you say, directing your attention to Maggie who slips around Jackson to tuck into your side, “definitely not as stressed as I was. The holidays are a nice break from everything.”

“We’re all so proud of you,” Maggie hums, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“Seriously, congratulations, again. You deserve it,” Jackson praises, reaching to squeeze your cheek. You swat his hand away in fear he will mess up the foundation you spent way too much time applying.

“Thank you, guys. I’m glad someone is happy for me,” you grumble, directing a cold glare to Jinyoung who, somehow, has already managed to fire Yugyeom up.

“What?” Bambam interjects, jumping into the conversation now that he has made his way into the room. “Didn’t you guys go out when you got accepted?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, smiling to the very expensive looking boy, “but he’s more worried than excited. Thinks I’m not considering how becoming a lawyer is going to affect my future, the stress of it, having a family, but…”

Maggie scoffs. “God, he sounds like your dad.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Ugh! Everyone, shoo! Why are we all in the kitchen? Go sit in the living room,” Youngjae hisses, grabbing Bambam by the shoulders and shoving him out of the room. Bambam makes a sound of protest, gesturing dramatically to all the food and the pot of hot toddy still on the stove.

“You can come back when there isn’t an entire crowd in here,” Youngjae counters, slapping a handful of jell-o shots into his hands, “I made Yugyeom promise to not eat all of ___’s dip, you don’t need to worry.” Bambam grumbles in response, stumbling after the others and you follow suit with a laugh.

Pausing just before the living room, Bambam stops to pass everyone a shot. “Here’s to Christmas and getting Jaebeom and ___ to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“Stop!” You whine, just as the rest ‘clink’ their cups and shout, “Cheers!” Nevertheless, down the hatch the jell-o goes and you glare at them all once they are done.

“Oh, speak of the Devil,” Yugyeom snickers just as you have ran ahead to crash down on the sofa, stretching your legs out across the chaise. Rolling over off your stomach, you turn to watch Mark, Jaebeom, and Shelby arrive, one too many gift bags and bottles of wine in hand. “Oh,” Maggie whispers from beside you, elbow nudging into your side, “look at your man.”

Funny thing is, you already are. To give you the benefit of the doubt— you were already watching the trio stumble into the room anyway, but it just so happened you stopped at Jaebeom. Before things between you got complicated, when you were just friends, he always had a way of stealing the oxygen from your lungs. Now is no different.

Dressed in black slacks, a white tee tucked in and a baby blue blazer to top it all off, Jaebeom looks nothing short of marvelous. He’s been growing his hair out, too, the black waves curling down to brush his cheekbones, screaming to be combed through with your fingers. And oh Christ, you can’t even begin to talk about the nose piercing. In the midst of your swooning, Jaebeom looks up after having deemed his sneakers clean enough to walk through Youngjae’s home, scanning the room before conveniently landing on you. The blush on both of your faces is instantaneous, hardly a second of maintaining eye contact before the embarrassment burns too hot and you turn away. Still, you can’t fight your smile.

Neither can he.

“Now the party’s started!” Mark hoots, swinging two bottles in the air like he’s asking for disaster. “Hurry and put everything down so we can play something,” Yugyeom whines from his seat across the room, pushing Jaebeom’s butt to move faster. “Patience is a virtue, Yugyeom,” Jinyoung comments, throwing a Hershey Kiss wrapper at him.

“Absolute children,” Maggie mutters. You hum in agreement.

“Do you wanna play the alphabet game?” Bambam proposes, earning a groan from Jackson. He hates the game, despite how often you all play it, claiming it takes too much brain power for a party.

“Yes! I’m down,” Shelby shouts anyway, having returned in time to hear Bambam’s question. To Jackson’s misery, you all agree as well.

“Youngjae!” Bambam shouts, waiting for him to yell back. “Grab the peppermint vodka when you come in! We’re playing the alphabet game!”

The way you all play most likely has deviated from the original rules of the game, but it works and it’s fun. Sitting in a circle, you go through the alphabet, naming something in a certain category that begins with whatever letter you’re on. For example, if you were doing fruits and were on the letter W, you could say watermelon. But, the person to your right is counting to ten, and once that time is up, you have to take a shot and the letter moves on to the next person until someone gets a word. Sounds easy, until you’re three shots in and not even halfway through the alphabet.

With Shelby collapsing down between Yugyeom and Jackson on the love seat, Youngjae on the armchair by the fireplace, and Mark on the bean bag brought down from upstairs, you realize with a rising sense of panic that the only possible seating for Jaebeom is by—

“Hey,” he says, tapping your outstretched legs, “can I sit here? You can keep your legs stretched. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, sure, sure!” You squeak, jerking to sit up and to pull your legs to your chest. However, just as he sits, he grabs your ankles to tug them back. Hesitantly, and with an appreciative smile sent his way, you hesitantly lay your legs over his lap, his arms comfortably rested over them. Oh, fuck.

Swallowing hard and trying to ignore the way your heart flutters in her chest, you turn back to your friends where the game is just starting.

“Okay, I’ll start since I’m in the middle,” Mark announces, readjusting himself in the bean bag to sit closer to the coffee table, “Yugyeom, you count. Actually, you don’t need to, I already have my word. A, as in artificial tree.”

“One word, idiot,” Youngjae scoffs, smacking the back of Mark’s head, “take a shot. Yugyeom, you go.”

The younger boy pales, panicking when Mark does as he is told. Then, he blurts, “A as in angel!”

“B as in bells!” Shelby shouts.

“C as in… Christmas,” Jackson says with a wink.

“D as in December,” Jinyoung hums nonchalantly.

“E as in eggnog!” Bambam cheers.

“F as in…” Maggie pales, trailing off. In your head, you start to count, while simultaneously trying to think of a holiday word that starts with F. “Festive!” She shouts suddenly. “Oh, shit, um… G as in… gingerbread?” You huff, relieved.

“H as in holiday,” Jaebeom says with a soft smile. All eyes are on Youngjae as he stares hopelessly at the ceiling. “I, as in…”

In your head, you count alongside Mark. “What the fuck starts with I?” Youngjae hisses, slapping his knees anxiously. The silence is deafening until Mark shouts with a sadistic grin, “TEN!” Youngjae hangs his head low before reaching for the bottle. Ironic, because Mark can’t think of a word, and neither can Yugyeom, Shelby, or Jackson. Jinyoung grins at their expense until it’s his turn. “Icicle,” he says without a beat.

“That’s not Christmas-y!” Yugyeom whines, hands thrown up dramatically. “Can you think of anything better, stupid?” Jinyoung fires back, evidently shutting him up. Poor Yugyeom, he can never win.

“J as in Jesus,” Bambam says with a laugh.

“K? Bruh, you gotta be joking,” Maggie sighs, throwing her head back against the sofa, trying to concentrate. “Ten,” you sigh sadly even though you counted to fifteen, patting her knee and Youngjae passes her the bottle. “Um, K as in…” Christ, you can’t think of anything either. Kris Kringle? No, two words, fuck.

“Ten!” Jaebeom chuckles, squeezing your calf and you quickly take a swig with a wince. The round goes all the way to Shelby, who happily yells, “Kings!”

The game drags on, keeping you all at the edge of your seats by the time U and V come around. When it comes to W, everyone has had one too many shots to be able to think quickly enough to come up with wreath. Except for Jinyoung, of course. You give up on Z, deciding there is no such word and you all let out a relieved breath at the game’s conclusion. “Does this mean we can eat now?” Jackson mumbles, far too gone for a party that has only started hardly an hour ago.

“Yes! I’m ravenous,” Bambam groans, helping his friend stand. Together, they’re the first to make way into the kitchen and you’re surprised Youngjae doesn’t chase after them to make sure they don’t knock anything over.

“Well,” Jaebeom yawns and you are suddenly mortified to realize that your legs are still casually stretched out over his lap. “That was fun.” Swinging your legs away and moving to sit up, you nod in agreement. “Very fun. Love watching you and Jinyoung outsmart us every time.”

“Hey,” he frowns, elbowing your arm now that you’re sitting upright beside him, “nobody could think of tree for T, but you did, so shush.” You turn to give him an unamused look. “That’s because Jinyoung was overthinking, and Maggie and Bam drank too much,” you laugh, standing with a stretch. Jaebeom raises an eyebrow. “What?” You ask, unsure of what that look means.

“Why does your snowman have a cape? Oh—” he starts, lifting the fabric attached to the winking snowman on your ugly sweater to find a carrot penis below the three buttons. Jaebeom breaks out into laughter, face scrunched up and head thrown back and it consequently makes you laugh, too. Well, if there was any person that was going to ask first, you’re glad it was him. “Was not expecting that,” he chuckles, wiping the tears that have accumulated at his eyes before rising to stand and oh, suddenly you feel so small with him standing so close to you like that. God, he’s beautiful, you admire. Without thinking, you brush away a tuft of hair that has fallen over his eye, just to see your favorite pair of moles. It isn’t until rosiness blooms across his cheekbones do you realize what you just did.

“Sorry,” you rush breathlessly, taking a step back and turning to make sure nobody saw that. Luckily, only Shelby and Yugyeom remain, too busy cozying up to one another to notice. “___!” Maggie shouts from the kitchen like some godsent angel whose purpose is to save you from awkward moments. “You have to come see this!”

You shoot Jaebeom an awkward smile before swinging around him and making a beeline for the kitchen. Idiot, you scold yourself before taking a deep breath and bringing a smile to your face. “What?” You hum, leaning your head on Maggie’s shoulder. All it is is a SnapChat story of someone you went to university with, a picture of an engagement ring, but you are beyond grateful she called you in. After she stops to take a selfie with you, you navigate around your friends to start a pile of food on your plate, everything from dim sum (thanks, Jackson), grilled pork belly, kimbap, bulgogi sandwiches, spaghetti (thanks, Jackson, part two), and, of course, tortilla chips with your buffalo chicken dip. Big plate for big brain.

Despite the crowdedness, thankfully you are able to avoid standing anywhere close to the mistletoe once Jaebeom enters the room only a few moments later. Finally making your way to the dining table, you let out a sigh of relief now that you don’t have to worry about anything looming above. Of course, your friends have a different idea.

“___,” Maggie purrs just as you have set your plate down, gazing at you expectantly and fluttering her lashes.

“What do you want?”

“Could you get a water for me? There’s bottles in the fridge. Pleeeaaase?” She sings. You wave her off, having already turned around. Can’t be mad at her, honestly; you forgot to grab something for yourself to drink, anyway. Pulling two bottles off the shelves and nudging the refrigerator door closed, you’re just trying to grab a potato chip from the bowl on the counter when Mark rounds the corner and trips over his own feet, coincidentally falling towards you but when you step back to avoid the red wine sloshing in his glass, Jinyoung has suddenly appeared behind you and you stumble over his foot.

It��s a good plan, you think, expecting Jaebeom to catch you like some fucking knight of shining armor and steady you just below the mistletoe, but unfortunately for them, you’re quick to reach for the counter and Jaebeom has literally just turned around in his search for silverware. Regaining your balance against the cabinets, you do not miss the group’s combined groan of disappointment and can’t help but triumphantly grin. “You okay, Mark?” You ask, spinning around and suppressing a laugh at the ‘please don’t kill me’ look in the older boy’s eyes. “Yep,” he coughs, stepping to the side as you brush past.

Dinner is tense, to say the least. Maybe it’s just you. You’re annoyed, beyond so, at your friends’ lack of maturity. Relatively speaking, yes, they are trying to help push you and Jaebeom in the right direction, but their ways of operation lack any beneficial qualities. This is your problem, and you have to deal with it yourself.

You stay quiet, for the most part, occupying your thoughts simply on eating and the approaching excitement of Pollyanna. When you all picked out of a hat a little over a month ago, you initially panicked at Bambam’s name looking back at you on the folded piece of paper. As it turned out, buying gifts for him ended up working out; first, you found matching sweaters for him and his cats, then a travel set for his Bleu de Chanel cologne, a mermaid blanket he had found an Instagram ad for and wouldn’t shut up about, and finally a gift card to his favorite Thai restaurant. What’s more exciting is finding out who has your gifts. Plus, everyone did incredibly well keeping quiet this year, managing to make it all the way without slipping who had who.

Unfortunately, your irritable emotions aren’t done for the night. After finishing your much needed, sobering meal, your goblin friends are prepared to have you and Jaebeom beneath that mistletoe if it’s the last thing they will ever do. Trying to clean up before everyone really gets trashed is an absolute nightmare, everyone taking part in the scheme of leaving just the two of you in the room, nudging him your way, asking you to help Jaebeom do this, help Jaebeom do that. It only gets worse once he realizes what they’re trying to do, curving around you like you have the plague and each time you make eye contact, you contemplate fleeing to the bathroom just to scream.

After what feels like ages spent in the stifling kitchen, you migrate back to the living room to finally, finally open gifts. Good riddance, mistletoe. At everyone’s look of general disappointment, you let out your umpteenth relieved sigh of the night and collapse back into your precious spot at the sofa. You know you’re getting old when you have only been out for two and a half hours and you’re already exhausted.

To make matters worse—or better, you can’t really tell at this point—Jaebeom also sits back down beside you. You can tell he’s anxious; he’s gone back and forth between picking at his nails and a scab on his jaw for a while now and you almost want to say something until you remember how deliberately he dodged you in the kitchen. Maybe, just maybe, a part of you had hoped he would have taken the opportunity and kissed you himself. Why would things ever be so simple?

“Alrighty, friends,” settling into his chair, Youngjae beams. “Let’s get this party started. We’ll go in the same circle as before.”

In turn, Mark flashes that boyish smile of his and leans across the table to pass a bag and small box to Jinyoung. “Ooh,” the younger boy hums excitedly, “thanks, Mark.” Next, Yugyeom hands Jackson a bag, Shelby slides a big box to Youngjae, and, breaking into a fit of laughter, Jackson ends up giving a bag right back to Yugyeom. Jinyoung passes Maggie her gift, and when Bambam rises to hand Jaebeom a hefty bag, you can’t help but miss the way he glances sadly to you before smiling gratefully at his friend and engulfing him into a hug. Suddenly, it dawns on you that there are only three other people left, and watch with an impending sense of dread as Maggie walks across the room to give Shelby her gift. Two left.

Grinning excitedly, you lean over to pass Bambam his gift bag, earning a smile in return bright enough to put the Sun out of business. Now, the moment you all have been waiting for.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turn to Jaebeom, sending all prayers to God that he will rise to hand Mark the bag in his hands.

The universe laughs.

“Ugh,” Jaebeom groans, grinning like a Cheshire cat, “you’re so far.” He places the gift bag, which, is surprisingly heavier than expected, on your lap. “Thanks, Jae,” you manage, smiling fondly at him. Behind him, Youngjae drops a box by Mark’s feet, but by now everything around you has faded into the background, leaving only you and Jaebeom floating in the midst of it all. Even though he has turned away, you can’t stop staring at him. Why’d it have to be him? What are the chances? God, something tells you you’re going to fall in love by the time the night is over.

It isn’t until the tearing of wrapping paper registers in your mind do you snap out of it, coming back to reality and quickly redirecting your attention to opening your gift.

There’s a lot to unfold here, you think with a racing heart, removing the tissue paper and finding three separate items inside. You go for the small box first. It’s a jewelry box, no doubt, but this doesn’t keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay once you lift the beige lid to reveal a rose gold bracelet, diamonds in the pattern of a constellation. There’s a small card attached to the lid, too, and flipping that over you read that it is the constellation for your zodiac sign. “Jae,” you whimper, lips curling into a pout and he laughs at your touched expression. “This is beautiful.”

“Shh! Open everything first,” he hushes, waving you off and returning to his own gift.

Sucking in a deep breath, you do as you’re told and reach for the much larger box. Tearing open the wrapping paper and lifting the lid, you find a glass dome atop a wooden base, and inside is a beautiful red and gold rose with little fairy lights surrounding it. A Beauty and the Beast replicate, without a doubt, and it is so stunning you wish you could lift the glass and feel the fake rose for yourself. A man of taste, without a doubt.

Last but not least, you grab the envelope and excitedly tear it open, because envelopes mean one of three things: 1) a card 2) tickets 3) money, all unlikely options when it comes to Pollyanna.

Well, maybe not, because inside are two passes for the art museum up in the city. “Dude,” you kick Jaebeom’s ankle and stammer out, “how did you? When did you?”

He laughs. “You mentioned wanting to go a few months ago, and I didn’t think you ever got a chance. You haven’t, right?” He sounds worried. “No, I never got to go,” swallowing past the desert dryness of your throat, “thank you, Jaebeom. Everything is so beautiful.”

“Of course, ___,” he smiles, reaching for your hand and even though it’s only a gentle squeeze he gives you, it has your heart doing somersaults. “Anything for you.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. You are going through some serious torture here and still won’t make a move!

Everyone is extraordinarily jovial after opening gifts. With Christmas music filling the room with cheer and one too many drinks being mixed, holiday charades and pin the nose on Rudolph are played with high spirits and excessive competitiveness. The night is fun, without a doubt, and you try to ignore the way your friends are still trying to get you and Jaebeom under the mistletoe no matter how annoying it may be. Why can’t they do it to Yugyeom and Shelby? Sure, everyone knows they fuck but neither of them have the balls to officially ask the other out, so why are you the one targeted? Jaebeom didn’t ask for this, either.

“Fuck!” Youngjae groans when Maggie makes her shot into their cup for jingle bell beer pong. Since freshman year, you and Maggie have fought back and forth for the champion's title against Youngjae and Jackson. With this being the second win against them for the night, you get to wear the label proud until next time. “Oh, yeah, baby!” She shouts, doing a funky celebratory dance before jumping to give you a hug.

“I’m a disgrace to the Chinese community,” Jackson cries—literally—before squatting to bury his face in his knees.

“HA!” You laugh mercilessly, jumping along with Maggie in triumph. “You guys are so mean,” Mark chuckles, walking away from their own losers’ championship to see what all the commotion is about. “Just to Youngjae and Jackson,” Maggie defends, gesturing to the pair having a drunken meltdown together. You hum in agreement.

“Yugyeom and Jaebeom are playing Jinyoung and Bambam. It’s pretty intense,” Mark explains, blatantly sarcastic when you glance curiously to the other table. “They’re all so drunk, they’re literally just throwing bells at each other.” He holds up one such bell that must have strayed away from the game. You laugh, hugging your jacket closer and watching Yugyeom begin to twerk when he finally makes a shot.

“My God,” Maggie snickers, shielding her eyes and turning away from the scene to comfort the still depressed Jackson.

“So,” Mark starts, “you and Jaebeom, huh?”

You groan. “Me and Jaebeom, what?”

“I mean, those gifts he gave you were pretty cute. What’s it gonna take for you to ask him to go to the museum with you, hm?” He purrs with a rise of his dark brows. Shit, he does have a point. Why else would Jaebeom give you two passes? To bring one of your other, definitely less artsy friends to go with you?”

Mark simpers at your speechless self, knowing he’s trumped you.

Sucking in a deep breath, you hold the cold air in long enough to gather your scrambling thoughts before releasing a heavy exhale with absolutely no change to how you feel. “I’ll try,” you grumble, “why can’t he make the first move?”

Mark lets out a dry laugh. “___, are you serious?”

“Huh? What—”

“He’s been making the first move for months,” he interrupts, shaking his head at your textbook definition denseness, “you’ve just been curving him the entire time. I know you’ve been busy with law school stuff the past few months, but come on, now. You have to grab him before someone else does.”

If it weren’t for the chill of the air keeping your cheeks and the tip of your nose cold and ruddy, you know the color would have drained from your face. Embarrassed and in desperate need for some space, you quickly turn away to look in the direction of the house, where Coco scratches at the backdoor.

“I, um, I’ll be right back,” you say, voice small. Heart hammering in your chest as you jog up the steps and across the small deck, it isn’t until you have slid open the door to let Coco out and closed it behind you do you let out a shaky sigh. “Jesus Christ,” you hiss, shaking off your jacket and slinging it over a chair before moving to cower in the corner. Reaching for what little tortilla chips are left, you anxiously take the lid off your chicken dip and begin shoveling mouthfuls into your mouth. Is it true? Have you really been the one dodging Jaebeom all this time? Sure, everyone always says it, especially Jinyoung, but it has seemed like Jaebeom has been curving you, too.

Maybe he has just been giving up.

This makes your head hurt, you think, bending down to rest your forehead against the counter. The fucking gifts, man. Mark is right—the bracelet, the rose lamp, the museum tickets. How did he remember that small detail you mentioned… when did you even mention it? You can’t remember, yet he did! Jesus, all this time you’ve wasted being an absolute clown over this. You’ll have to do something about it. Tonight, you decide, looking to the clock above the stove. 11:12 PM. Forty-eight minutes until New Year’s. You’ll kiss him, and that’s when you will—

“Ahem.” Behind you, someone clears their throat and it quite literally feels as if you have jumped out of your skin. “Jesus Christ!” You jump, spinning around with a heart thumping in your chest. Your heartbeat only mildly slows once you realize it’s only Jaebeom. OnlyJaebeom, yeah. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, chuckling awkwardly. “Did I interrupt something?”

You wince, beyond humiliated he caught you mid-pep talk slash breakdown. “No, no. You’re fine, I was just, um…”

“Catching a breath?” He finishes when you trail off. Maybe he’s not so drunk, after all.

“Yeah,” you whisper, looking to your feet.

After a long moment of silence, Jaebeom clears his throat. “Listen, ___, I… I’ve been meaning to talk to you, and—”

“Wait!” You interrupt before your brain has even caught up. His eyes widen in surprise at your sudden excitement. “I need to tell you something, first.”

“Ohhh ‘kay,” he laughs nervously, stepping closer to lean against the counter beside you and his proximity suddenly makes it very hard to breathe, let alone figure out what you want to say.

“I don’t know where to start. Okay, um, first, I guess. The gifts you gave me? Amazing. Probably one of the best I’ve ever gotten. So thank you, really,” you start, rushed and out of breath. Jaebeom hums, lips tilting into an amused smirk. You don’t miss how he leans just barely closer. “Second. Mark was just talking to me, and he said something that just… fucked me up. Apparently, I’m good at school but not at catching when someone actually, truly likes me.”

At this, Jaebeom’s curiosity has peaked and his heartbeat starts to mirror your own. “I don’t know how this happened. I know we kissed over the summer, and you have been my friend for years but all of a sudden, I realized that I like you. You’re like, one of my favorite people in the world. But then things got crazy busy and I told myself I needed to concentrate, but for fuck’s sake, I’m still head over heels for you after all this time. And Mark said that if I don’t stop curving you, soon you are going to find someone else and, Jesus, I don’t think I can live with myself if I let you slip by.”

Somewhere in the middle of your ramble, Jaebeom has pressed himself to you and curled a finger through a belt loop in your jeans to keep you there against him. Even up close, he is so unbearably handsome, nose still beet red from the cold, lips cracked and face left unshaven. “So,” he whispers, raising his free hand to cup your face, “are you ready to finally stop running from me?” You offer a tiny nod, nuzzling into his hand before, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Can you kiss me?” Jaebeom doesn’t waste any time bothering to answer, tipping your chin up to meet his lips. Jaebeom’s kiss is soft, just a drawn-out peck but it’s enough to drop kick your sanity right out the door. “Tastes like buffalo chicken,” he whispers with a smile, just barely pulling back. Just as soon as he has stopped, you are fisting your hands into his jacket and tugging him back, greedily opening his mouth with yours and whimpering against him once he has caught the hint and slackened his jaw to deepen the kiss. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but kissing Jaebeom leaves you breathless, limbs weak kind of drunk on his taste and leaving you desperate for more.

“Jaebeom,” you sigh dreamily, arching into him when he drags a hand down your spine. “Fuck,” he whispers, pushing you further against the cabinets and mindlessly gyrating his hips with yours. Hands brushing past your ass to grip the back of your thighs, he orders, “Jump.” You do as he says, allowing him to help you onto the counter and you distantly pray someone doesn’t walk in on you, especially Youngjae. He’ll murder you if you knock something down.

“Can’t believe you’ve kept me waiting all this time when you kiss like that,” Jaebeom mutters, kissing along the length of your neck and groaning against your skin when your hands brush along the waistband of his pants. “Never met someone who wears an ugly sweater and still manages to be the hottest one in the room.”

Your breath hitches when his hand slips beneath your sweater, fingers brushing just over your bra and leaving fire in their wake. “Impossible,” you huff, wrapping your legs around him to pull him impossibly closer, his involuntary thrusts brushing deliciously against you, “when I say the same thing about you.” Jaebeom chuckles, returning to your mouth and cradling your jaw to meet him. You could do this forever, you think, nails digging into his arms when his hand cards through your hair and he kisses like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

“God, I can’t do this when I’m not sober,” he sighs, leaning his forehead against yours and you can’t help but smile at the soft gesture. “Me too,” you admit, reaching to play with the soft hair at the back of his neck, “we can do this whenever now, though.” Jaebeom chuckles, leaning back to admire you before placing a much softer kiss on your lips. “Does that mean you’ll go out on a date with me?”

“Well, yes, of course,” you grin, sliding off the counter and cupping his face, “I meant what I said. I can’t bear the thought of not giving us a chance.”

“It’s about damn time,” Jaebeom teases, earning a light punch to his arm. “Hey! I’ve been stressed out of my mind. I was blind when it came to seeing you flirt with me.”

“I’m kidding, ___,” he chuckles, “I’m glad it took us until now. It’s a good way to start off the year, knowing I’ll meet my New Year’s Resolution and be able to bone you sooner than later.”

Your eyes widen at his words, warmth instantly blooming its way up your neck when you glance to the growing tent in his slacks and he lets out a triumphant laugh. In the midst of your embarrassed flush, the back-door slides open and none other than Jinyoung starts shouting, “Where the fuck have y’all been? Oh— shit! What happened?”

Then, not a heartbeat later, “Kiss! KIIIISSSSSSS!”

“KISS!” Maggie screams, bouncing behind Jinyoung and it isn’t until you look up do you understand. Of fucking course— the stupid mistletoe.

“Shall we, m’lady?” Jaebeom asks, voice laced with amusement. You quirk a brow at him, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him closer.

“We shall.”

Not even three hours into the new decade, Jaebeom has already met his New Year’s Resolution.

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The Arms Of A Woman

burnsoslow said:

Dear TBFF, I'm requesting a My Love one-shot with Ellie screaming for Drake while he talks to his beautiful girlfriend, and then him hanging up to call her back on Facetime ... and other details. 😍😍😍😍😍

I don’t even have words for what I just wrote. You asked for a simple request a week and a half ago and it blew up into this monstrosity of 8225 words.

Pairing: Drake x OC (Alyssa)

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He was Liam's best man.

She was Riley's matron of honor.

Drake first laid his eyes on Alyssa at the wedding rehearsal, but couldn't meet hers. The petite brunette with the brightest blues flashed a dimpled smile at him when they were formally introduced. He swore her face was glowing. It was as if the sun itself shone directly on her at that moment. If beauty could be adequately defined, this woman was the epitome of Drake's definition.

She wasn't noble. She wasn't from a wealthy, pretentious family. She wasn't even from Cordonia. She was the opposite of every woman he had become accustomed to knowing. Simple, upbeat, and not fake, all of which was an instant attraction to her. Having spent the entire week getting to know each other, she made him feel more carefree than he had been since childhood. He smiled more with her and because of her, and yet still, he considered her out of his league.

Drake tried to shake away the connection he felt with her. He was whiskey and beer, where he saw Alyssa as a fine wine that deserved to be savored by the most delicate lips. A woman like that would never want someone like him.

She asked him to dance with her at the reception with that sweet voice that penetrated his heart. Fuck if he didn't want to with everything in him, but -- it was her. It was her. What if he mis-stepped or was out of rhythm or made her embarrassed with just how inept on his feet he truly was?

What if he wrapped his arms around her and couldn't let go?

What if he never wanted to?

Drake's heart skipped a beat when she grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor.

Her skin was soft and smooth.

His was worn and rough.

The young Walker tried to resist, but the urge to touch her was too powerful. He had to know what her body felt like pressed against his.

She seemed to want the same thing.

Alyssa's feet glided gracefully, and her tiny little form fit perfectly in his arms. Her eyes flitted when she laughed. And her nose wrinkled when he said something funny.

Her lush brown hair smelled of raspberries and mint.

The same scent that would remain on the pillow next to his for weeks.

She took his heart with her when she returned to New York the next day, but didn't know it. Was it possible for this woman to fully grasp what she did to him?

Drake and Alyssa would come face to face again one year later at Riley's funeral. If either of them ever needed someone to take the grief away, this was the time. Neither one spoke as they commiserated over a cheap whiskey bottle in his room and collapsed into each other's arms. There were no words that could be spoken to take the pain of losing their best friend.

Comfort would come in the form of insobriety, and his lips brushing over hers as both of their tears meshed together.

Drake took her as his that night for only the second time.

Their bodies cried out to one another as if the other held all the power in the universe to mend a broken heart. To chase all the pain away.

And as if a gust of wind swept through Drake's room that morning and carried her away, she was gone again. No goodbye, no note, no fuck you -- just nothing.

But Drake learned something about Alyssa that night: She may be a rare vintage, but she was all whiskey.

His whiskey.

The only brand he ever wanted to thirst for again.

He needed his hands on that bottle and the taste of its liquid on his tongue.

It drove him insane that she was no longer there to quench his thirst. To make him laugh again and feel like a lovesick fool. He hated the feeling, but at the same time, he had never felt like that with anyone else. Perhaps that's how he knew she was real.

That what he felt was real.

Drake stood in front of his mirror each morning, glaring back at the reflection of a man who had a craving so intense for a woman that his body shook and his heart bled with want.

Who the fuck was he kidding, though? He was Drake Walker. Just a simple commoner lost in a sea of glitz and glamour, gold and filigree. He never belonged in that world and never would. Except for Liam and Maxwell, no one wanted him there. Hell, even his own mother and sister, left him.

As the days turned into weeks, then weeks into months, he couldn't help but believe Alyssa Claire Devereaux would do the same given a chance. Fucking forget her Walker, she will never want you the way you want her. She's gone! And even if she comes back, she'll just leave … they always fucking leave. Forget her. YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!

That's what he did … forgot. It was so much easier to conceal his heart in a hard shell and protect it from the hurt everyone inevitably caused him than to let it consume him. Besides, he had to take care of Liam and Ellie. They needed him more than he needed to think about his own affliction.

But, God, that woman was hard to forget.

Drake moved out of the palace shortly after Riley returned for good. It relieved him that one of his closest friends was back, but he needed to get out from under Liam's wing. Drake wanted to be his own man in the quiet solitude that his dad's old cabin in the woods provided. It was everything he ever wanted, and yet somehow, there was still something missing.

Drake spent months upgrading the cabin to become more habitable for himself, but also hoped he would one day be able to share it with someone special. He felt kind of silly fixing this old lakeside cabin up. Not that it didn't need it. The log home had certainly seen better days. It was just that every nail he hammered and the walls he painted and carpeting replaced was always done for someone he knew would never see it. His heart and soul went into perfecting a home that he was sure she would never share with him.

Alyssa flew to Cordonia to visit Riley twice after she returned, and each time Drake was asked to stop by.

He never did.

Seeing her would only serve as a reminder of his place in this world. Not that she ever made him feel like that, but Alyssa would never … could never want him with the depth of desire and yearning he had for her. He was a man of little means and had nothing to offer her. Alyssa should have … no ...she deserved to have the best. The best wasn't something he could give her or anyone else for that matter.

Damn it, if he didn't want to, though.

Standing on the front porch of his cabin one evening, Drake spoke on the phone with Liam, who wanted to know why he hadn't shown up for Riley's baby shower. Drake rubbed a hand over his mouth and tried to explain how busy he had been in the past few days. He hated lying to his best friend but knowing that Alyssa was there was all the excuse he needed not to attend. Besides, what the hell would he do at a baby shower? And it was the couples, second child, in one year; how many more damn things did they need?

He grazed his thumb along the smooth wood railing of his porch and tossed back another cold one; it complemented perfectly with the chilly air that stung his bare arms.

The pain reminded him he could still feel outside his heart.

Hearing the gravel crackle in the distance, he glanced at the long winding driveway that rarely saw another vehicle aside from his old truck. Drake shielded his eyes from the bright yellow of halogen lights weaving and bobbing over the rocky terrain and coming to a dead stop behind his truck. He arched his neck and squinted to see who the hell was at his house this late in the evening. Did some dumb fuck get lost like the last two cars that stopped by?

"Is … is that Riley's car?" Drake muttered to himself.

His heart sprang from his chest when he saw the small, curvy figure with long brown hair that he had long since memorized. Alyssa hastily stepped out of the driver's side and slammed the door.

Drake tentatively walked off the porch and paused at the bottom of the steps, stunned to see her.

She stood next to the car with her chest heaving, brows knitted. "Well? Say something," she demanded.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away. Looking at her was painful, and yet it was like the sun emerged from the black cloud that was his life. "What do you want me to say, Alyssa?"

"Anything! Something! I don't know! Maybe start with why the hell you've been avoiding me every time I'm here."

Drake didn't move nor speak. Fear controlled him like a rope wound so tightly around his neck; it stifled him. Why did she have to be there?

Alyssa moved closer to him, and Drake panicked. He took a step back and held a hand up to stop her. "Don't… just fucking don't. Not this time, Alyssa. You need to get back in that car and drive your ass back to wherever you came from like you always do and never come back here again."

Her eyes welled up at his words, and her voice broke with emotions. "Why are you saying that? This has nothing to do with me, and you know --"

"IT HAS EVERY DAMN THING TO DO WITH YOU!!" He snapped. "I'm in love with you so goddamn much it hurts! I think I have since the first time I saw you, Alyssa! And … and I'm so fucking tired of not knowing what to do with that. I just … I'm just … I'm not good enough for you. And I never will. I've accepted that."

Drake covered his eyes; he never cried in front of anyone, and he sure as hell wasn't about to break down in front of the woman he shouldn't love more than his own breath.

"Not good enough for me? NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME? Why do you think I came all the way out here tonight? I needed you to know that I love you too. So don't you dare give me that, not good enough, bullshit, Walker." Alyssa erupted into her own grievous tears and ran to Drake, enveloping him in her arms. As much as he wanted to refuse her embrace and shield himself from the eventual hurt that he had convinced himself she would cause, he couldn't do it. The truth was, he missed her.

Every good thing that he had or ever would have, he saw in her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you."

"I know, Drake. I know."

Drake balled a fist full of her hair and slightly tipped her head back to look deeply into her eyes. "No, you don't know. I want you. I always wanted you. And damn it, I always will want you." He crashed his lips into hers with such force, with such need and unyielding fervor, it nearly took her breath away.

"I want you too, damn it. Only you," Alyssa said through their heated kiss." Just don't give up on me."

Drake broke his lips from Alyssa's, breathless and filled with hunger. "I won't. Not this time." He lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her inside the cabin.

Through desperate kisses and hot tears, scattered clothes, and impressed skin, he laid her down on the rug in front of the fireplace. All the pent up disappointments, the hurt, and the staggering need he mounted up over the past two years manifested itself through every passionate grip and curled tongue. He wanted to show his worth, still not believing he could be anything she needed.

Their hearts drummed to the same beat and rhythm. It matched the cadence of his thrusts and her pleasured moans.

Everything he ever wanted to say to her was told that night through his touch, taste, and sight. Drake wasn't sure she would get the message, but he damn sure would try.

And as the flicker and flames of the fire's red and orange hues danced like fireflies over her rounded breast and the junction of her quivering thighs, he couldn't have been clearer.

And he did this over and over and over until she finally fell asleep in his arms.

Does she really love me?

Would she still be here in the morning? He worried

He hoped.

Pulling her sleeping form as close to his as he could, he kissed her shoulder and nestled his forehead against hers, and would meet her again in his dreams.

The next morning, as the black sky disappeared behind a spreading wave of yellow rays and luminous shades of pastel blue, Drake's eyes fluttered open to empty arms -- again. His heart spontaneously crashed into the pit of his stomach, and a burning sensation formed at the back of his constricted throat.

It was then that he decided the rest of the day would be spent wallowing over every intoxicating beverage he could get his rough hands on. To hell with her.

No, fuck that -- TO HELL WITH HER!!.

Laying flat on his back with an arm draped over his cloudy eyes, he damned the world and himself for allowing her another chance, for letting his guard down and thinking that maybe she cared.

He sat up with a heavy groan and stared at the pile of clothes that trailed from the door to where he laid. Mixed in with his jeans, old white tee, leather work boots, and socks, was her red lacy panties, bra, two black heels, and a dress. His heart raced, and he swallowed hard over the lump in his throat. Was he foolish enough to believe, to hope, to wish, that she was still there? That … that maybe she did want him.

That he was good enough for her.

Drake rose to his feet and quickly threw on his boxers. The smell of bacon wafting from the kitchen, combined with her melodic voice singing hit him like a bolt of electricity through every cell in his body.

She … she stayed.

He walked hesitantly toward the sound and pushed the carved cedar door that led to the kitchen open. There she was in front of the stove with a spatula in one hand and the handle of a pan in the other. She was sashaying her hips to the music she created with a towel draped over her damp hair and wearing the buttoned-up denim shirt he wore last night -- the globes of her ass peeking out.

Alyssa didn't hear him approach as she flipped over a piece of bacon, and both of his greedy hands grabbed on to her bare ass. She jerked up at his touch with a shriek, then giggled playfully.

The scent of blueberry pancakes and bacon filled the kitchen, but the only scent he wanted to inhale came from her.

He twisted the knobs on the stove to turn the burners off and moved the hot pans aside under her confused stare. "Drake, what are you doing? I'm trying to make you breakfast."

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and sunk his teeth into the side of her neck. "Forget the breakfast for now. You're the only thing I've wanted to devour for two damn years, and the only thing I ever will again."

"Drake --"

Without warning, he hoisted her up, lowered her onto the opposite counter, thrust her legs apart, and before she even had time to prepare herself for what was happening, his tongue separated her pink slit.

HIS whiskey.

Drake's blood pumped frantically like an addict getting his first fix in years until her legs contracted and squeezed around his head. The tighter she clamped down, the louder she moaned, the higher her hips bucked, and the deeper her fingernails clawed into his rumpled hair, the more intoxicated by her taste he became. It couldn't have been clearer, Alyssa savored every sensation he gave her, but the greatest feeling came from knowing he loved and desired her.

It was the only thing she ever wanted from him too.

After they showered together and finished breakfast in the kitchen, he had some place special he wanted to show her. Taking her by the hand, they walked to the lakeshore just behind his cabin. The calm and solemnity of the water's edge lapping and brushing against rock and sediment was a welcomed retreat from the world around them.

Not that anything or anyone else mattered outside the two of them at that moment.

Alyssa's face lit up in wonder when the pair approached a clearing just past the dock filled with ducks. She had heard their calls from the cabin porch while eating breakfast, but couldn't believe her eyes at the multitudes of mallards that floated elegantly on the surface. Seeing her so mesmerized by something so simple only made Drake's feelings for her that much stronger. As Alyssa's eyes glittered from the picturesque scene before her, Drake walked over to a storage bin on the dock and pulled out a small paper bag.

With her hands clasped over her mouth, he held the bag out. "Wanna feed them?"

Alyssa lowered her hand with a grateful smile. "Really? I would love to." She excitedly took the bag from him and filled her small hand full with the tiny pellets. She looked at him as if she were asking for permission before he nodded, and she tossed them into the water.

Drake chuckled over her self-satisfied smile that beamed through those large dimples he loved. For such a small woman, he mused, she was larger than life.

He watched with amusement as Alyssa made sure every duck got at least a little something to eat. She even made Drake get another bag full as she got onto the bigger ducks for stealing from the smaller ones.

"This is amazing, Drake." She lit at as she tossed out her last handful and rubbed the residue from her hands.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and nipped at her ear. "Well, I think you're amazing."

Drake led her further down to a cove covered with large, overhanging tree branches encased in Spanish moss and a canvas of corded vines. There was scarcely enough room for the sunlight's rays and warmth to shine through the tethered foliage. Alyssa squealed as soon as she saw the rope with the tire hanging down. Drake released his hand from hers, knowing she would most likely do so anyway, eager to get to the swinging object that caught her eye.

He let out a chuckle when she did exactly that.

She hadn't changed from that enthusiastic girl he first met at the wedding rehearsal two years prior when they spent the better part of the week touring the capitol. She made him stop everywhere, always mesmerized by the beauty of a flower she'd never seen before, to make conversation with a local vendor that took no less than an hour, or to watch an elderly couple embracing one another in love. All the things that generally pissed him off when Maxwell was with him, never fazed him when Alyssa did it. He found her bubbly personality, endearing.

Among other things.

Such as all of her attempts to get her little legs through that tire swing. Alyssa insisted she could do it by herself when he offered to help, so he stepped back, but was always ready to catch her if she were to fall. Upon her sixth and final attempt, she got her foot stuck on the inside rim and dangled backward with her other leg wrapped around the outside of it. As she grasped the rope tightly for her life and spun in wild circles, she laughed out, "HAHA, I told you I could do it!"

Drake dropped his face into his hands, shoulders shaking with silent laughter at the sight before him. She seemed perfectly content twisting around that tire and rope, but he couldn't let her stay like that long fearing she would get hurt. He reached under her arms and held her in place so she would be able to get both legs through.

Alyssa paused to glance up at him with a humored grin. "I still did it all by myself."

He nodded with a snicker back at her. "Yeah. I agree. you did do that all by yourself."

Drake placed his hands on her slender back and pushed her gently forward. While she swung, they caught up on what they had been doing since seeing each other last. She was still teaching Kindergarten and was currently on Spring Break. He had just landed a new job with the transportation department as a survey technician.

She hadn't dated anyone seriously since they were together after the funeral.

He hadn't dated anyone at all.

She would have to return to New York in two days.

He would be left behind without her again.

And as much as he didn't want to think about her leaving, he found some solace in knowing she loved him.

Alyssa loved him. This incredible, funny, intelligent, beautiful, throw-caution-to-the-wind, woman loved him. And she loved him not for what he could buy her or where he could take her in life, but just because he was Drake. It blew his mind; very few people saw him as nothing more than a shadow in the corner. Alyssa wanted to shine a light in that corner or die becoming a shadow with him.

Drake would wake up the following two mornings just as the light tinted the sky, brush her hair aside, and admire the woman who captivated him in ways he'd never understand.

They made love several times, fished on the lake, and spent their evenings wrapped up together in a blanket on the porch swing listening to crickets and talking until their eyelids grew heavy.

Well, Alyssa did most of the talking, but he never enjoyed listening to someone more than he did her.

Two days later at the airport, lost in a sea of faces all coming and going, chatting, carrying on with their hectic daily lives, two lovers stood amongst the crowds wrapped in each other's embrace and spoke their last farewells.

Drake placed his hands on the side of her jawline, his thumbs grazing her cheeks, and placed a kiss he hoped would last them both until she returned nearly two months later. Alyssa's face fell into his broad chest with tears pouring down her red hot cheeks, and clung to his shirt, not ready to leave him. When the last call for her flight was announced, he sucked in a deep breath feeling that old familiar ache he had experienced without her before.

He placed a gentle peck onto the top of her head and swallowed hard. "You'll call me when you land, right?"

She looked at him earnestly, with swollen eyes and a quivering chin. "I promise I will. And every day after that."

His hand shook as he swept a strand of hair away from her eyes, disheartened, but not wanting her to leave without saying one last thing to her. "I love you, Alyssa," he declared through a broken whisper he wished could have been spoken louder, but his heart stung.

With a stuttered breath, she smiled back at the man who captured her heart and soul in every way possible. "I love you too, Drake."

Following one last longing kiss and glance, Drake stood motionless while watching Alyssa disappear through the gate that led to her plane and out of his presence again.

And as the crowds hustled around him trying to catch their flights, Drake was unwilling to move from that spot. Even after a shoulder bump and a luggage cart slammed into the back of his heel, he refused to budge. He knew it was crazy, but a part of him wanted to wait there until she returned in six weeks. Six weeks was a long time to go without her and driving back to an empty cabin was not something he was looking forward to. Alyssa made that place so much more enjoyable -- she made it a home. The only home he would ever want again.

A smirk curled his lips when a sudden thought crossed his mind. It was more like an idea he was surprised he hadn't entertained before this moment. Would it still be there, he pondered.

With his heart racing, he drove back home and ran straight to his bedroom. Drake pulled the top drawer of his dresser out and tossed it onto his unmade queen-sized bed. A handful of socks were hurled aside, and a stack of briefs was lifted to peek under.

Nothing but an empty wooden surface was below.

The second drawer dropped to the floor, and Drake fell to his knees as he hurriedly sifted through folded shirts and some old mail he had no idea why he saved anymore.

Nothing. "Damn it."

He was confident the last place he put it was in this dresser, so panic set in as he stared at the third and final drawer. Drake rubbed the back of his neck and inhaled deeply. "Pull yourself together, man," he said to himself, wrapped his hand around the brass knobs, and pulled back.

Hidden under a pile of old photos and magazines was a small metal safe with a combination lock. Drake's eyes shot to the ceiling as he ran a series of numbers through his head. Biting his lip in deep concentration, he twisted the turn style of numbers and pulled the lock off.

It was like discovering an untouched gold mine as he grabbed the ring box and lifted the top. Inside was his grandmother's simple gold band engagement ring with a small Old European cut solitaire. It didn't have a lot of sparkle or shine to it, but if he dropped it off at the jewelers in the morning, perhaps they could bring it back to life. He wanted Alyssa to have the greatest symbol of his love and devotion to her, and this ring was one of his most treasured items. Only someone as special as Alyssa deserved to wear it.

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As promised, Alyssa called when she landed and every day following.

Four weeks after leaving Cordonia, she stepped out of a cab following a later than usual dinner with some work friends. She unlocked the door to her Brooklyn apartment and tossed the keys onto her kitchen counter. The dinner had been dreadful; she knew better than to order a steaming plate of fajitas. When the waiter swept the plate across her face, the smell of hot green peppers and onions hit the bottom of her stomach like a boulder. It didn't take long before a warmth spread throughout her body, and a cold sweat erupted across her flushed face.

Alyssa let out a small chuckle to herself as she began digging through her purse for her phone. She hoped the poor waiter had forgiven her for the mess she made on his shoes. A $20 tip was enough, or at least she forced herself to believe it was. Mortified by the mishap, Alyssa had apologized profusely to the patrons of the restaurant and her friends who were demanding their money back from the hostess as she left.

She swore she would never return.

It was 10:03 p.m. Alyssa was three minutes late with her daily call to Drake. She pulled out loose tissues, dozens of flair pens, her wallet, and some ginger candy she purchased yesterday, from her purse.

Her cell wasn't in there.

She searched around her feet, thinking maybe she dropped it when she set her purse down.

Slamming her fatigued eyes shut with a groan, Alyssa remembered exactly where she saw her phone last: sitting on the table at the restaurant.

She gestured animately toward the heavens. "Why? Why do you hate me today?"

Swallowing what little dignity she had left, Alyssa locked up her apartment, hailed another cab, and shuffled back to the place she had just cleared out with her bout of evening sickness.

The line of angry guests had dwindled to only an elderly couple since she left—a fact she was thankful for.

The hostess recognized her immediately, rolled her eyes, and reached under the podium. "I suppose you're looking for this," she said with a condescending tone and a scowl, holding out Alyssa's cell phone.

Alyssa smiled back sheepishly and retrieved the device from the woman she now wished she had vomited on instead. "It is. Thank you."

As she rode in her third cab in the last 30 minutes, she swiped her phone cover to unlock it. The ultrasound photo to confirm her pregnancy yesterday was visible on the home screen. Alyssa glided a gentle thumb over the picture, swearing this tiny little peanut looked like its father already. How was it possible to love someone you'd never met this much?

Smiling down at the little black-and-white photo, Alyssa sighed, feeling nothing but joy. "Our baby."

Scrolling through her contacts, she pressed Drake's name, and he picked up on the first ring.

"Devereaux!"

"Hey, baby. I'm so so sorry that I'm calling later than usual, but I had dinner with some friends and left my phone at the restaurant." It was killing her not to tell him, literally killing her. She swore when she took the pregnancy test, and the next twenty tests after that, Drake just had to be told in person. No one should get news like that over the phone. Plus, she felt like she knew him well enough to know he would worry and want to catch the first plane to New York. With a new job, Alyssa didn't want Drake to make the wrong impression on his new employers already.

"Nah, it's okay," he lied. Drake had been worried sick she changed her mind about him, or that something terrible had happened. "I'm on my way to the hospital with Liam and Ellie to visit Riley, and I guess now celebrate two birthdays."

Alyssa chuckled. "Riley always was terrible with dates, so it's a good thing both girls will have the same birthday. Speaking of which, is that the birthday girl I hear screaming in the background."

"Yeah. She's not happy with Uncle Drake talking to his other girl. She keeps reaching for the phone and shit." There was a long pause as Ellie screeched in the background. Alyssa could hear Drake trying to calm her down with the most gentle and patient voice she had ever heard him speak in. If Alyssa weren't already slightly nauseous, she would swear the butterflies in her stomach had taken over. He is going to be such a good daddy, she thought.

Drake got back on the phone. "Hey, baby girl, do you mind if I facetime you? I think seeing her Aunt Lyssie would help."

"Yes! Aunt Lyssie approves of that idea. It also gives her the chance to see Uncle Drake's handsome face that she is missing real, real bad."

The cab pulled up next to the curb outside of Alyssa's apartment, and she asked Drake to give her a moment to get upstairs and then call.

Alyssa sat on the edge of her bed, exhausted, but loved seeing Ellie on the video chat, and it calmed the little girl down. And as much as Alyssa missed him, she was somewhat thankful the limo was so close to the hospital when Drake called back. She didn't know how much longer she could keep her eyes open, and Drake could tell after her fifth time yawning he needed to cut it short, anyway.

"Baby doll, we're pulling up now, and you look like you're ready to fall asleep on me. I'll let ya go."

Alyssa shook her head. "No, no. I want to talk ..." She covered her mouth to disguise another yawn. "It's just been a really long day, and the dinner, and my phone, and --"

"Lyssa, Sweetheart, go to bed. It's fine. I have to get inside, anyway."

"I know." She sighed. "I'll call you tomorrow. On-time ... probably."

Drake laughed. "Then, I can't wait ... probably. Get some rest. Love you, sweet girl."

She blushed every time he spoke those words. This time was no exception. "I love you too."

The next two weeks passed by at a snail's pace for both Drake and Alyssa. The anticipation of seeing each other again after what felt like an eternity apart made the days unbearable. Keeping busy with work and friends could only sustain their sanity for so long. Both were eager to share life-changing news—both a little nervous over what the other would say.

With school officially wrapped up for the summer, Alyssa packed everything she would need for a few weeks and left her apartment key with a friend to water her nearly dead plants while she was away. With her pregnancy now in the eighth week, taking care of those plants became more important to her. If she couldn't take care of them, how would she care for a baby? It made no sense to her either, but hormone changes made her a little more irrational over the past week.

Liam was kind enough to send the jet for her. Alyssa had initially planned to visit Cordonia after school let out anyway to help Riley with the babies and spend some time with the friend she thought was deceased almost one year ago. Liam nor Riley was ready quite yet to trust another nanny. With Alyssa being so good with children, they were hopeful they could persuade her to stay and take on the task full time.

She boarded the plane just before midnight, trying to stay awake for most of it to compensate for the jet lag that awaited her. Early pregnancy would not cooperate, and she slept almost the entire duration of the flight.

Upon landing in Cordonia at near dusk, she was pleasantly surprised to find Riley waiting for her on the tarmac next to the limo.

Running to her long-time friend, Alyssa wrapped her arms around her. "Riiiiiillley!!!"

"Alyyyyyyssa!!"

Alyssa pulled back and looked over her best friend. "I can hardly tell you just had a baby two weeks ago. Look at you! You look great."

Riley subconsciously rubbed her hand over the small bump she had and smirked. "God, I love you."

Alyssa hugged her former roommate once more. "Not as much as I love you."

As they rode in the limo back to the palace, Alyssa helped herself to a ginger ale in the mini-fridge and took a long drink. "Not that I"m not thrilled that you came, but I thought you were sending Mara to pick me.

"Liam insisted I be the one to meet you. He and Maxwell are taking care of the girls, which gives me a chance to get a little break."

Alyssa took another sip and screwed the cap back on. "Have you seen Drake?"

Riley shook her head. "Not since Evie was born. He really hasn't been around much lately."

"Not ... not even today? Like, before you left?" She asked with a tinge of surprise.

Riley rubbed a comforting hand up and down Alyssa's slender arm. "I'm sorry, sweetie. No."

Alyssa sunk back into her seat, somewhat disappointed. Drake knew she was arriving today. In each of their conversations this week, he told her how excited he was to see her. As much as she wanted just to shrug it off, it hurt her that the man who professed his love to her, wouldn't be there to see her today. She knew it was silly -- he probably worked late today -- but it didn't stop her from fretting. She pulled out her phone to see if he tried to call or text, and there was nothing from him. I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to cry ... I'm going to cryyyyyyy.

The limo pulled into the palace; Alyssa and Riley grabbed her bags from the trunk. She glanced around to see if Drake's truck was there.

It wasn't.

Sucking her lips between her teeth to prevent the desperate urge to burst into tears, she hoped Riley didn't ask her too many questions. Speaking was not something she could risk at that moment. She knew if her mouth opened, the sob she had staved off during the ride would erupt.

Staff was ready to take Alyssa's bags when they passed through the gilded doors. Liam was standing at the foot of the grand staircase with a phone in hand and shoved it into his pocket when he caught sight of the girls.

"Liam?" Riley asked with a puzzled looked. "What are you doing down here? Where are the girls?"

He kissed his wife. "They're fine, love. Both are sleeping, and Maxwell is with them." Liam then turned to Alyssa and greeted her with a kiss to the cheek. "Alyssa. It's great to have you back with us. I hope your flight was comfortable."

She nodded with half a smile. "It was very nice. Thank you for letting me use the jet."

"You didn't answer my question, Liam." Riley furrowed her brows." Why are you down here? Is everything okay?"

"Sweetheart, you and I need to go upstairs." He grabbed Riley's hand and then looked to Alyssa with a mischievous smile. "And you. You need to go into the ballroom."

Confused, Alyssa gestured to herself. "Me? Why?"

"Just ... trust me. Go in the ballroom. Your Prince awaits."

Riley did not understand what the hell was going on, and knowing she couldn't keep a secret from her best friend, Liam knew it was for the best she didn't. She prodded him for information all the way back to their quarters -- he never relented.

Alyssa placed her hand on the gold handle set that adorned the ballroom door and pulled back. He came.

Her breath hitched when the darkened room that held fancy royal gatherings, suddenly lit up with thousands of small white lights. She crossed the entrance, unsure of what was occurring. "Hello," she called out.

The quiet ballroom abruptly came alive with an old familiar tune that she knew by heart. It was so special to her that her heart grew with nostalgia ... or perhaps, deja vu. She clutched her chest with an enormous smile that shined brighter than all the lights in that room combined. Playing in the background was the first song she danced with Drake to. I can't believe he remembered that.

At last, my love has come along

My lonely days are over, and life is like a song

At last, the skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped in clover the night I looked at you

Out of the corner of her eyes, Alyssa spotted Drake, dressed in his nicest pair of blue jeans, a buttoned-up flannel dress shirt, and a suit jacket. She bit her bottom lip and cast a bashful glance his way. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and the way he was swaggering toward her with that wide grin made her belly clench.

“Drake. What's going on?"

He grasped hold of her hand and leaned down to place a gentle peck on her eager lips. "Maybe, I missed you a little."

Still holding her hand, he led her to the center of the ballroom, never taking his love-filled eyes off her. "Maybe, I missed you a lot."

When they reached the midpoint of the room, Drake stood in front of her and circled his brawny arms under hers, his large hands resting on her back. He studied her eyes with so much desire and affection that it sent a surge of heat throughout her body and made her knees tremble.

"And maybe ... I wanted to take the most beautiful woman in the world to the same spot I fell in love with her two years ago."

Tears pricked at her bright blue eyes. "Drake," she muttered fondly.

"I believe you forced me to dance with you that night."

She chuckled through a soft cry. "I did. Yes."

He nipped her nose softly and then her forehead. "No one's forcing me now."

Drake still hated dancing, but by God, he would recreate that night for her even if it killed him. His feet never lifted from the floor, but he shuffled side to side with her in his arms.

If he didn't hold on to her, Alyssa would swear she'd float away. She rested her head on his bulky chest, his heart pounding against her delicate cheek. The smell of his cologne drifting like lead through her nostrils.

He lifted one of her slender arms above her head and twirled her around twice. It was the most romantic gesture anyone had ever done for her. And she smiled through the sudden queasiness that his cologne and those two turns had exacerbated.

Drake caressed the center of her back with tiny circles of his thumb. Every stroke was delicate and deliberate. He gazed down at her clammy face, feeling convinced she was charmed with him and his actions. Now was the perfect time for the big finish.

""Alyssa. I've dreamt of this moment for almost two years. Ever since we stood on this very dance floor for the first time, and I held you tightly in my arms. I didn't want to let go of you that night, and ... I don't want to let go of you now. Ever."

Every word he spoke enchanted Alyssa. It touched her on another level that she relished and savored. She also felt the gurgling in her stomach that made her desperate for the ginger candy in her purse. Fuck, where's my purse.

Drake reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the velvet ring box.

He bent down onto one knee.

Alyssa's hand shot to her mouth.

He smiled up at her. "Alyssa. I love you so much. And I've gone too long feeling this way for you, and I'll be damned if I let you go again. I want you to be mine ... at last. Forever. Would you marry me?"

Alyssa shook her head affirmatively with her hands still clasped firmly over her mouth. She wanted to answer him so badly.

Drake furrowed his brows; a troubled looked in his dark eyes. "Baby girl? Is ... that a yes? I'm... I'm not sure ... what you're trying to tell me right now."

Still holding the ring that glistened from the little lights up to her, Drake became increasingly desperate for an answer. His brown eyes were so full and glassy; she could see her reflection in them.

Alyssa lowered her hands, took a shallow breath through her nose, and slowly blew it past her lips. She did this three times before sighing in relief as the nausea she was suffering from subsided gradually.

Feeling terrible for the man she loved with all of her heart, who just proposed to her, and was still on his knees waiting rather despondently for an answer, Alyssa flashed a radiant smile at him. "I'm trying to tell you ... YES!!!! My answer will always be yes!"

Drake slid the ring on her finger, her hand shaking the entire time.

He jumped up and, with a broad sweep of his arms, lifted her into a passionate kiss they both got lost in.

Drake had been madly in love with her for two years. And though she had been thousands of miles away during that time, he never got over her. And as he lowered her back down to the floor, his hands ghosting through her hair, and her soft hands gripping his sides, every part of himself couldn't believe she would forever be his. That all those lonely nights of longing and wishing for the woman that captured his heart wasn't in vain. She said yes to him.

Drake Walker finally got the girl.

He rested his forehead on hers, still amazed, but never felt more love and joy than he did at that moment.

Until ...

"Alyssa, you've made me happier than I ever thought was possible. I swear I don't think there is anything that will ever top this."

Alyssa gripped the charm of her necklace and slid it back and forth along the chain with a sly grin. "I think I may know of a way to top it."

Drake pulled her into a kiss. "Oh baby, trust me, there's gonna be plenty of that too," he said with a sexy smirk while grinding his hips into her.

"Huh?" Alyssa looked down at feeling the hardness of his groin pressed into her. "Oh. Oh. No, no ... I mean, yes, but ... no, that's not what I was referring to."

A rosy red shaded Drake's cheeks, then he watched with curiosity as Alyssa reached around to her back pocket and pulled out her cell phone. He couldn't help but admire the ring on her finger --his ring -- while she scrolled and danced her slender fingers eagerly over the screen. The brightness of the light from her phone made it easier for him to catch the glow that flitted across her face when it became apparent she found what she was looking for.

Alyssa lowered the phone to her chest under his unrelenting stare, not wanting him to see just yet. A questioning smile crept across his lips. He couldn't imagine what his fiancee had on that phone she was so sure could make him any happier as she seemed to insinuate. Whatever it was, it thrilled her to show him.

Alyssa drew in a sharp breath. Nervousness would be an understatement for what she felt. Nervous of his reaction. Nervous about what the future held. Nervous about sharing something so special with this man who wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Removing the phone she held so close to her chest, she glanced down at the screen with a soft smile and then turned it around to show Drake.

As his eyes adjusted to the glare, he bent down to get a better look.

"Do you know what you're looking at, sweetie?"

Drake knew precisely what he was looking at, and her name typed in white against the black backdrop only confirmed what he wanted to know. After Alyssa, that picture was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Pride and love simmered heavily in his chest.

With his heart pounding, he thought about how right she was. He could be happier.

Over the emerging tears that clung thickly to his wide-open eyes, he swallowed hard; unsure words could come out. "Is that ...is that --"

Alyssa nodded through her own fresh tears and finished his thought for him. "Our baby, Drake. We made a baby."

Drake's hands flew to both sides of her face and crashed his lips into hers.

Not only did he get the girl.

Drake Walker finally got the family he always wanted.

What began as a simple flirtation at a wedding reception two years ago for their friends, that branded his heart with her name, turned into a lengthy love affair. The years had been filled with loneliness and sorrow for both, but in the end, they always knew the other was, The One.

She was his whiskey -- the one who held him together and brought him back to life.

He was her knight -- the one who would protect and defend her always.

Together, they could erase heartaches, fill the voids that had plagued them for years, and love infinitely.

The wedding was a simple affair held just over a month later by the lake in front of the cabin. The day was bright and warm; it accentuated perfectly with the western style theme. With only, Liam, Riley, the babies, Maxwell, and Hana gathered around, Drake married the woman he was always meant to be with. They chowed down afterward on a barbeque and cold beers.

Six months later, after twelve hours of labor, and him never leaving her side, they welcomed a happy and healthy baby girl.

And Drake Walker deserved his girls in the end. He was a worthy man. Money didn't make the man he realized. It was being a good father and husband.

And he was.

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demivampirew · 4 years ago

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Keep Calm and go to London chapter 18

The story is about Henry, not Geralt (only using this gif because it fits perfectly for this chapter)

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress, musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air, escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (smut)

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 (smut)

Chapter 8 (smut/roleplay)

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 (smut)

Chapter 13

Chapter 14 (smut)

Chapter 15

Chapter 16 (smut/ s&m) Chapter 17

Triggers: Smut (I know, too much smut chapters 😁 😂 🤣 , but this chapter needed to have smut, you’ll see why 😜 ); mention of rape, sex trafficking and panic attacks (while talking about a movie; only mention those words, not describing anything them in any way)

Tag list: Here’s the incredible people who showed me support (thank you so much for that) and people who asked me to tag them too ☺️ (I think I will write a few chapters of this story, if you want me to tag you, tell me ☺️ ) @cavillanche @mary-ann84 @henry-owns-these-tatas @yespolkadotkitty @dancingwendigo constip8merm8 penwieldingdreamer iloveyouyen littlefreya wondersofdreaming alyxkbrl solariumss sweetybuzz25 @thethirstyarchive @agniavateira @honeyloverogers @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @michelle-1185

During quarantine, Henry spend lots of time cooking delicious meals, bread and desserts for the two of you. He pretended not to be good, but low key you knew that he wanted compliments because his food was freaking fantastic and you were sure he knew that already. He was in the kitchen preparing cookies for you an afternoon snack. Meanwhile, you entertained him dancing around, there were some real dance moves there, but mostly silly things that you did intend to make him laugh. Lizzo's "Juice", Nicky Minaj's "Anaconda", Rihanna's "Bitch better have my money", Bruno Mars's "24K Magic" were some of the songs you choose to perform for him. You closed your little show with N*Sync's "Bye bye bye" which make him laughed so hard that Kal barked at him. He mentioned that in his youth he made a movie with Joey Fatone and you were green with envy because you used to be a N*Sync fangirl when you were little. - What was he like? - you asked - Oh, he's great! Cool guy. If I ever cross paths with him again, I'll invite him to hang out so you can meet him too. - he replied - Oh yeah, baby. That'd be a childhood dream come true. - Have you ever meet one of your idols? - he questioned curiously - Hmm... yeah, I met Slash, he's now a friend of mine. He gave me guitar lessons. - You learned to play the guitar with Slash from Guns n' Roses? - he repeated your words as a question due to the surprise revelation - No. I was already pretty good. He gave me lessons on how to improve my guitar solos. It was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! I've learnt so much with him and improved drastically my habilities. - you explained - I've also met Duff and he is cool too. I met Nikolaj Coster-Waldau from Game of Thrones, he's one of the sweetest people I've ever met. I met my now friend Annie (Hathaway), which you must already know because we worked together in my first acting role and she is a mentor, she truly helped me a lot to become a good actress. - you paused, thinking and after a few moments continued.- I've met Robert De Niro, he played my dad in the movie that you didn't see - previously you have had a conversation in which he confessed to having seen three on the four movies that you made in your short but successful career as an actress. You advised him not to watch the movie, because you played a woman caught in sex trafficking and there were a lot of rape scenes and you thought he may be affected to see you like that, even you had panic attacks after filming that movie and never watched again after the premiere. You couldn't even see Cillian Murphy anymore, another co-star in that movie, because he was the villain and there was a much graphic scene in which his character raped yours. "Only the twisted mind of Darren Aronofsky could come with a story dark as that one," you told Henry laughing because you liked the director, he was a good man, but with a weird taste for disaster and dark psychology-. You talked about meeting people that you admire and he mentioned Russell Crowe, Tom Cruise and Guy Ritchie, among others. As you predicted, the cookies were delicious. Your boyfriend was, definitely, the perfect man. Not only he was the sweetest, you two never fought, but he was also an amazing lover - he even made out a rule that you that to tell him if you didn't have an orgasm (or wanted more) so he could take care of that because those moments were made so both of you could have a great time and not just him. And, on top of all of that, he cooked for you amazing dishes and desserts. He was the definition of perfection. - Someday you're going to get tired of cooking for me and that'd be my doom. - you pointed out as you ate the tasteful cookies. - Not at all. I'll never get tired of cooking for the woman I love. - he assured you smiling. You chocked with the cooking you were eating and recover a few seconds later and starred at his face with an expression of full shock in yours. - What did you say? - you demanded him to repeat his words - What? I've said that I love cooking for the woman I love.- he repeated without understanding what was wrong with his words. - "The woman you love"? Do you love me? -you asked astonished - Absolutely.- he admitted with a smile on his face- I've been in love with you practically since the time I asked you to be my girlfriend, I just thought that you were going to think I was crazy and was too soon for saying the L word. - I felt the same way. I wanted you to be the first to say it. -you confessed him. - So, we are in love with eachother.- he confirmed with happiness written on his face; the kind of happiness that a child would experience on Christmas day if he/she received exactly what was expecting. You stood up from the table and run into his arms, as he embraced you for your first kiss after knowing that you were in love. Hours later, Henry was back again in the kitchen. This time he was planning to prepare dinner for him since you told him the cookies made you feel full and you didn't want to eat anything else for the day. He was preparing everything that he needed, when you showed up in the kitchen wearing nothing but translucid bran with pastel green colour and white flowers on it. The bra was delicate and made your breasts look amazing. You also wear a white thong and white stockings and stiletto heels pumps. You left Henry speechless. You got closer to him, put your arms around his neck a started to kiss him. You could feel his hands sliding through your back reaching your ass and grabbing it. That made you laughed and he joined you. You looked at his eyes and suggested him to take things to bed. You indicated that you couldn't wait anymore to properly celebrate the fact that you loved each other. He picked you up, holding you by your thighs and walked to the bedroom. He left you on the bed as he turned to close the door and took his clothes off. He got on the bed and then slowly slid your thong and then throw it away. Grabbing you by your thighs, he began to pleasure you with his mouth. He loved to stroke your clit with his tongue, grabbing it and sucking it as well. He could do that for long periods. You were used to him putting his fingers inside your underwear and make you cum over and over. He'd do that at least three or four times per week -without counting that you had sex every single night and some mornings as well. He always wanted to take you and satisfy his desires but also wanted to make you happy. He couldn't get enough of you, and the feeling was mutual. You could feel him tasting you, after several orgasms, you were dripping wet. He climbed on top of you and kissed you, grabbing your lips with his. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and after putting it on, he put his member inside of you, making you burned inside. It felt so good. He would go from slow movements to really fast pound. He had both of his hands on the mattress and your's were on his neck. He would separate his mouth from yours from time to time only to be able to kiss your neck and breasts. He knew how much you needed the touch of his sweet lips on yours; to feel his tongue dancing inside your mouth. You put your arms on his back and dug your fingers on his back, followed by your nails scratching his back. That made him insane. He had shaved two days before that moment, but his beard started to grow again. He also left he moustache to grow. It was still on its early stages, but still made you tingle and it felt so amazing, especially when he was with his head between your legs. He made you stood up from the bed and then grabbed you by your thighs once more, as you entwined your arms around his neck and he started to thrust you. Your body was on flames. The fact that he was strong enough to fuck you while holding you amazed you. For moments, you would free one of your hands just to stroke his arm, as his muscles tense. He sat on the edge of the bed and continued to pound you, buried himself inside of you deeper and deeper each time. You pushed his back against the mattress, kissed him with burning passion and then started to ride him, placing your hands on his majestic hairy chest. Then, you enlaced your hands with his while you continue to move up and down his cock. He pulled your hands into his lips, kissing both of them, one at the time. You put your chest against his and whispered on his ear "You're mine, baby. You're mine and I'm yours", he looked into your eyes. Just as he thought he couldn't want you more, you told him everything he wanted to hear, that you were his. He remembered at that moment that if he wasn't for your ex, he'd been the only man you have been with. That thought made him feel both jealous and lucky at the same time. Another man had you before him, but he intended to be the only man you'll be with for the rest of his life. You were his. He wasn't the kind of man that would treat you as an object, as something that could belong to him, but you were his woman, he loved you and would make sure that you'll want him forever over anybody else because he could not stand the idea of losing you. You were his angel and he would love you and protect you and hopefully make you as happy as you made him. Life with you was a paradise. You woke up due to the need to drink some water. You had your head pressed against Henry's chest. You had sex until the sunrise. You felt so tired after that amazing night. You checked your phone to see the time and to your surprise, it was midday. You got up and decided to prepare lunch for the two of you. You starred at him for a moment before leaving the bedroom. Seeing him sleep so peaceful felt like a warm hug. You were so lucky. He was amazing and he loved you as much as you loved him.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #demivampirew

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rirah1writes · 4 years ago

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Chapter Three:

At Long Last.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it’s taken me so long to post the next chapter, I’m currently in Colorado, so I haven’t had much time to write, but here it is! I wrote this chapter in a badass hookah lounge and really vibed while creating. Oh, was also drunk off craft beer most of the time so I hope its good lol, and above all I hope ya’ll enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! Love you guys.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing, SMUT, light dom.

Summary: Peter spills the beans, and y/n spills some tears. Lots of things get spilled in this chapter, oh well.

Read chapter two here

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The walk back to your apartment was silent except for the occasional “Are you okay?” from Peter who was deeply concerned for you. Although many questions and thoughts were jarring through your mind, you couldn't utter a single word. Not without hot tears welling in the corners of your eyes threatening to fall down your cheeks. You just clung tightly to him for support.

Not until we get back home. Just wait until were home.

Approaching the door, you turned loose peters forearm, and slung your backpack off of your shoulder, fumbling madly for your keys in the front pocket. Peter noticed that your hands were quivering, making it difficult for you to even put the key into the lock. You silently cursed yourself for being so nerve wrecked, until you felt a steady hand ease firmly over yours, guiding your movements. Your y/e/c eyes gazed up to meet warm, milky brown ones. You thought his stare would have made you all the more giddy, but instead you calmed, able to finally breathe. “Relax princess, its just me.” he assured you with a small smile.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the foyer, you threw your things down next to the kitchen island and sauntered over to the living room where you turned and stood nervously, picking at your nails. You began to study peter as he unlaced his boots and set them on the shoe rack at the door, next to the rug that demanded “Wipe your paws.”

“In the south, we don't wear shoes in the house, honey.”

Your words echoed back to you as you studied Peter, even after all this time he still remembered house rules, as if he had never left. He pawed at his pockets pulling out his wallet and keys and tossing them into the bowel on the kitchen counter where yours sat as well. He let out a deep breath as he ran his hands through his curls and focused his eyes on you, taking a step in your direction.

“NO.” your own voice surprised you as your shock wore off. It wasn't hesitant and weak as it had been for the past twenty minutes, you had found your vigor again. Peters eyes widened and he halted immediately in his tracks, not saying a word, giving you the stage at last. “I don’t want you to take another step closer until I know the truth.” You swallowed hard as peter slowly nodded. “...Because if its not good enough...I want you to turn and walk right back out that door.” Your breath was ragged and heavy. Destiney’s words echoed in your head, and you knew she was right, you were stronger than you were a year ago. You deserved so much better than this treatment.

“y/n, can you take a seat so that we can talk...I have so much to explain, and its going to be hard for you to understand, love.” His pet-name for you instantly triggered anger, as apposed to a year ago when he called you this you’d melt in his hands.” “Absolutely I will not. If there’s something you need to say spit it out.” Your tone was cutthroat and Peter realized he wasn’t getting the two of you anywhere by taking things lightly on you. He threw his hands in the air. “Alright! fine. I’m Spiderman.” he stated simply.

Your stare could have burned holes in his body, your arms coming up and crossing over your chest defensively. You shocked yourself as a high pitched laugh left your throat and you nodded crazily. “Okay. Get out of my house.” You stormed right past him into the kitchen, and began rummaging through the cupboards in search of a kettle to put on tea, as you normally did when you needed to calm your nerves. His face was marred with a look of confusion. “I’m telling you the truth. I can prove it..” His voice trailed off as you slammed dishes in the sink out of the way. “Yeah sure you can. You’re insane. Doors that way, don't let it hit you in the ass on your way out.” Your tone was cold, and your heart was hardened.

“The fact that you would come back after a year, A YEAR, of no contact, and tell me you’re the fucking Spiderman...Peter Parker, you've got a sack on you...” You continued to grumble madly when you heard a strange noise behind you. Whirring around to investigate a frightened gasp left you, the kettle of water crashing down at your feet as you saw something expanding over Peter’s body, a mesh of navy blue and crimson red until he was armored from head to toe, in a suit. “what the...fucking hell...” was all you could manage to get out.

“This is my nanotech suit. Tony’s design. Its personally my favorite, the most protective...I have two more though. I was bitten by a spider a couple of years before I met you, and ever since my senses have been dialed to eleven. I can stick to walls, climb up flat surfaces you name it. Anything you’ve seen in news reports, or even on YouTube. That's all me.” Peter awaited your response, but you didn’t nudge one bit, hands still ghosting in the air where your tea kettle once was, he could hear your heartbeat from where he stood.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I just needed you to listen.” There was shock and confusion written all over your face. “I need to sit down...” your head was spinning. “Oh..yeah okay.” Peter took your arms, helping you around the spilled water and assisted you into a bar stool behind the island. You sat gaping at him in shock as he shuffled around the kitchen, cleaning up the water and starting a new kettle of tea. “This changes everything...I-I thought you had left me...for another woman...” Your mind was racing and your sentence trailed off. Peter deactivated his suit, and set a mug down in front of you, walking around to face you directly. “No, y/n I would never...could never do that to us...Some things happened and I had to leave in order to keep you safe. And May, and all of our friends, everyone. I hate what I did, and you have no idea how painful it was to even imagine how much pain I must have put you through. Even if it doesn't change a thing, and we can’t be together again...Please I need you to forgive me..I need to explain to you so that I can make you understand what I had to do...”

His eyes were soft, pleading and begging you gently. His hands were caressing yours lightly, fingers gently petting over yours. You hung your head, studying his hands. No longer able to meet his gaze. “No idea, huh?” You muttered under your breath. Peter took your chin in his hand and raised your burning eyes to meet his. Hot tears trickled down your cheeks and fell into your lap, you couldn't hold them back anymore as soft sobs left your lips. “I have no idea, huh?” Your thoughts raced back to that night on the bathroom floor. Back to Peters baby, what he or she might have looked like. A small boy with freckles and chubby cheeks, eyes just like his daddies, creamy chocolate. A little girl with brown locks, and rosy lips. Maybe eyes like yours if you got lucky. You remembered being incapable of reaching your phone, unable to tell anyone. Waiting to be found and cared for.

But he had no idea.

So why punish him?

You brought yourself to your feet, standing inches away from him, chest nearly touching, swollen, tear stained lips dangerously close to his. “Do you want forgiveness Peter?” you whispered the question over his lips, and could see the goosebumps rising over his skin. “Y-yes...More than anything...I love you, I can't live another day away from you…” You slowly grazed your lips over his neck, trailing over his collarbone, until your head lulled back, and your eyes traveled up, greeting his. “If that's what you want...then you can have it.” Peter was overwhelmed by your prowess. Your soft eyes were filled with lust, begging him to lift you up and take you to bed. He swallowed hard, straining to show self control. “Y/n, I don't want you to make any decisions you’ll regret, and I still have so much to tell you...” You brought your index finger up to his lips, silencing him as you shook your head. “We can talk later. And I already know exactly what I want.” And your words were truthful. All you needed was to be in his arms, feeling him move above you, hearing his soft moans and grunts, to taste his lips again for the first time in forever. Your breathing was heavy, and his entire being was pulling you to him, he was your gravity. Grounding you heavily to him. “Don’t you want me-” His lips crashed into yours. A deep guttural groan escaped his throat, which you absorbed with your mouth, fondling his bottom lip with your tongue, hands reaching for his belt hastily.

“No..not here. Bed...The bed.” Peter stammered, sweeping you into his arms and carrying you up the stairs to your bedroom. Tossing you down on the bed, he huddled on top of you, a mess of hands and hair, the two of you molded into each other perfectly. Peter licked delicate kisses down your neck pulling soft moans from your lips as he nestled himself between your legs. His senses were overloaded. A whole year of missing you, yearning for you, dreaming every night of having you underneath him, and to finally have you in his arms, illicitly moaning his name, he didn't know if he could control himself. Pulling back he took a look at you, making sure you were okay.

“I just need to know that you’re alright.” he breathed. He couldn’t take the way you were eyeing him any longer. The way your chest rose and fell, the way your breast looked underneath the thin material of your tee shirt. You looked so divine, and belonged all to him. “I am okay baby..I’ll be even better once you’re inside of me.” you remarked with a smirk, sending Peter completely over the edge. He dove back down over you, quickly trailing his way down your neck, licking and sucking soft love bites over you collar bone and down to your breasts. Your illicit moans went straight to his cock as his tongue and lips teased over your nipple.

Peter was completely absorbed in you. Hair falling around you like a halo, sweet little noised falling from your lips. Making quick work of your pants, he moved to your thong, accidentally tearing it off, earning him a shocked look. “Uhh...I’m sorry babe I'm just..” He trailed off as you chuckled at him leaning up to meet his lips. “Its okay Peter I'm anxious too.” you assured him. Peter slowly kissed down your legs, revealing goosebumps on your inner thighs. He loved how responsive your body was to him, how you were so wrapped up in him and unravelling for him at the same time. He gently lifted your thighs up to meet his shoulders, resting his head between your legs, his brown curls teasing the inside of your thighs. Peter peppered soft kisses, making eye contact before and groaning as he licked a stripe up your core, resting his tongue on your clit and massaging slowly. You mewled, tangling your fingers in his hair

Focusing on your clit, rocking his head side to side, peter slipped a finger in cursing under his break. “Fuck...so fucking tight.” you gasped his name, causing his pants to tighten even more uncomfortably as he rutted into the bed, searching for any kind of relief. Peter began pumping his fingers faster, watching you unfold underneath his tongue, and toss over the bed. He pushed your hips down, and your thighs wide open, forcing you to feel every second of pleasure. “You’re close, huh? You going to cum for me princess?” You were a panting mess, nodding franticly. That familiar wave of heat rose over your body, making you curl your toes and cry out as peter caught you fast in place, wrapping his hands over your thighs and holding you onto his mouth as you rode out your high.

Peter licked his fingers clean as he pulled away from you, and in one fluid motion he removed his clothes standing bare in front of you, his erection springing free. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in his appearance. He was chiseled, just like you remembered him. New scars marred his body that were still healing from the past year, you could tell time hadn’t been kind to him. Gazing down his body you noticed his cock and swallowed hard. It had been so long since you had seen it, and it was no less intimidating, making your mouth water. “Stop doing that love.” Peter ordered. You hadn’t even noticed that you were gnawing at your lip in anticipation until Peter drew his hand to your mouth, tugging your bottom lip from your teeth. “No need to be nervous baby...its just me.” Peters eyes were traveling over your body with so much confidence and want that it was hard for you to believe that this was ever the same shy boy that stammered over his textbook to ask you on a date over four years ago. You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt Peter slowly lower himself over you, pushing your thighs aside and resting between them, his hot throbbing cock grinding against your core as he slowly kissed you. “I’ve been waiting so long for this...want you so bad...” Before you had time to think, Peter had began slowly pushing himself into you slowly, groaning deeply. You gasped sharply into his shoulder as he slowly sunk into you. You could feel Peter shaking, his breath was ragged. He pulled his head away from your neck, and tilted your chin to meet his eyes. “Are you okay?” he breathed, kissing your forehead. You nodded quickly. “Are you?” You nuzzled into his neck kissing and coaxing him gently. “Yeah...Just dont want to lose control..I dont wanna hurt you.” You pushed his sweaty curls back from his forehead. “You could never hurt me Peter.” He groaned in response and kissed you deeply as he began to move inside of you, your hips rising up to meet his as you threw your head back and moaned his name.

Peter gripped tightly around your waist, with one hand, the other one hiking your leg up to push deeper. His eyes became wild and you groaned loudly as his grip tightened on your hip further, sure that it would leave bruises. Not that you cared, the need to be as close to him as possible overriding any pain and replacing it with pleasure. You felt tension building in your core again, so it was to your disappointment when Peter pulled out suddenly, leaving you feeling hallow without him. You started to whine when peter gripped you roughly by the chin and kissing you fervently and meeting your eyes. “Don’t be bad baby, I’m going to give you what you need.” One swift movement and Peter had turned you over to your hands and knees, pushing into you hard. His arm wrapped around your neck, the other traveling around your waist to your dripping core, teasing small circles around your clit. The air was filled with your moans, Peter’s heavy breathing, and the sound of his skin meeting yours. “Peter.... please don’t stop, you’re going to make me cum..” you begged. He piled into you harder, biting your shoulder. “Cum for me princess...need you to be a good girl and cum for me.” Peter growled in your ear, pushing you over the edge. You came hard around him, your body shaking and your knees giving out from underneath you.

However Peter was relentless, tossing you onto your stomach and driving into you with more force. “Please babe...I don’t think I cant take anymore..” Peter grabbed your chin pulling your lips to his. “C’mon babe...open up for me.” You parted your lips, allowing peter to spit inside of your mouth, then pulling you in again, gracing you with a deep wet kiss, his tongue traveling over yours. He pulled back, mouth ghosting yours. “You can take more baby...I know you can. Just a little bit longer, can you do that for me, princess?” You glared into Peter’s eyes, lips barely brushing his as he spoke. “Words baby...let me hear you.” You gasped deeply. “Yes baby...I’m okay.” Peter’s movements became more rigid, his hands tangled into your hair as he whispered in your ear. “That’s my good girl...fuck m’ so close.” You mewled peters name as you unraveled for him again, feeling him release inside of you. Peter untangled his fingers from your hair, loosening his grip on your hips as he fell slack on top of you.

“Peter...you’re squishing me love..” You squirmed underneath him and he rolled off of you, shifting to his side and pulling you closely to his chest. “I’m sorry, are you okay darling?” Peter catered to you, pushing your hair from your forehead as your face fell to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You nodded slowly and traced your fingers over his arms, brow furrowing as you brushed over healed scars. “I’m okay, but I feel like I should be asking you that.” Peter pulled your chin forward, kissing you lightly. “I’m just fine. I’m perfect. There’s so much we have to talk about, but tomorrow. I just want to hold you now.

There was a lot to be said in the morning. You contemplated how you would tell him about the baby, if you even should at all. But how could you ruin the moment? Peter’s breathing slowed and his eyes were softly closed, drifting into deep sleep, arms lazily grasping you to him. “I love you, Peter.” you whispered softly, before falling into blissful sleep. At long last.

@pcterparxer

#peter parker and y/n #peter parker fic #peter parker smut #peter parker #peter parker x reader #Smut #peter parker fluff #fluff #fic #marvel #marvel fic

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jcolden · 3 years ago

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❝𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚❞

– – a Julian Colden playlist.

1. “What It Means To Be Alone” The Dear Hunter

Oh, you were born with the sun And oh, you will die with the moon And everything you thought you had you lost But now you'd never lose what you don't have

Prayers from above Never answered quite enough Looking up Never offered you too much Now the only one you have is you

2. “If G-D Don’t Follow Me (Down This Road)” Trubdr. Adam Road, Danielle Parente

If God don't follow me down this road If God don't follow me down this road

When you try to live You want to die When everything you feel collides God don't follow me Down this road Down this road

3. “Hellfire” Barns Courtney

Run in an alleyway through a dead end street Murdering promises that I just can't keep We could sing pretty melodies On the unmade bed Slow-dancing to a silhouette Cause I ain't dead yet

Ain't no chariots of fire come to take me home I'm lost in the woods and I wander on

Hellfire, hellfire, take my soul I'm waiting, waiting, I'm ready to go Yeah, mothers, children, lock your doors I'm waiting I'm ready to go

4. “Bible Belt” Dry The River

You say "My love, you take the cards that you're dealt ‘Cause there's no guiding light arching a line to Bethlehem If it's dark outside, you light the fire yourself."

Darling, when the ice caps melt When the devil's in the bible belt Don't cower in your bed

I'll be on the 545 You can meet me at the railway line And don't look so scared

‘Cause we've been through worse than this before we could talk The trick of it is don't be afraid anymore Oh, the trick of it is don’t be afraid anymore

5. “Lord Have Mercy” Empires

I think I see things some other way I think I've marched as an angel into the devil's cage I wanna fuck up society and piss in its grave I wanna love somebody in a selfless way

It's time for the end and beginning to meet Time for what I lost to come back to me I wanna challenge my death by coming back to life I'm gonna do it all over, gonna make things right

Lord have mercy Lord have mercy Lord have mercy On me

6. “Grip” Seeb, Bastille

We got drunk on this unholy wine To deliver us from our own minds The promise of a better time 'Til we’re feeling barely human

We don’t know what’s good for us 'Cause if we did, we might not do it Who knows where our limits lie? We won’t discover ‘til we push it

'Cause the devil's got my arms And it pulls me back into the night And I should just walk away, away But it grips me 'Cause the devil's got my arms And it pulls me back into the night 'Cause the devil's got my arms And it pulls me back into the night

I would rather forget and wash my memory clean Oh, I would rather forget and wash my memory clean I would rather forget (would rather forget) Wash my memory clean Oh, I would rather forget And wash my memory clean

7. “That’s What Heaven Feels Like” The Dirty Nil

I'm a million impulse decisions tonight Back in the city, howling, but I won't bite Bored of a certain safety Got me a death wish, baby

No, I don't believe in the long romance No, no, no Crash, leave a flaming vapor trail and Maybe one slow dance 'Cause you wouldn't know how it feels Under the tread of your wheels

Caught up like a canine Howling in your headlights Rolling through the windshield That's what heaven feels like

8. “Arsonist’s Lullabye” Hozier

When I was sixteen, my senses fooled me Thought gasoline was on my clothes I knew that something would always rule me I knew this scent was mine alone

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons Always keep them on a leash

When I was a man, I thought it ended When I knew love's perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake

9. “Let Me In�� Snowmine

If you could you keep it together For a moment in time Then you'd see that I'd be Your excuse for a lover Your own mountain to climb You would see

I left my shoes under your bed But I left my body outside How did I get back into this mess? I kept telling myself the temptations would do me in And they did

10. “Heaven Help Us” My Chemical Romance

And will you pray for me? Or make a saint of me? And will you lay for me? Or make a saint of…

'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need Cover me in gasoline Wipe away those tears of blood again And the punchline to the joke is asking Someone save us

Heaven help us now Come crashing down And hear the sound As you fall

You don’t know a thing about my sins How the misery begins You don’t know So I’m burning, I’m burning I’m burning I’m burning again

11. “Strength Of The World” Avenged Sevenfold

Avenge the dead Killed all who crossed me in my path Suicidal I never planned on coming back I want it, I need it Revenge is dripping from my teeth Need nothing to feel power And bring the killers to their knees Nothing to lose, vengeance to gain (You know I’ll never be the same) So taste my breath, I'm close behind you (So desperate on your final day) Sorrow swallows my screams

Strength of the world is on my shoulders Strength of the world is on my side Strength of the world The one true beholder Ice in my veins for those who'll die

I've seen my family fade away You've taken my whole life There's nothing left to say

12. “We Are Nowhere And It’s Now” Bright Eyes

If you hate the taste of wine Why do you drink it 'till you're blind? And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares How come you say it like you're right? Why are you scared to dream of God When it's salvation that you want? You see stars that clear have been dead for years But the idea just lives on

I got no plans and too much time I feel too restless to unwind I'm always lost in thought As I walk a block To my favorite neon sign

I've been sleeping so strange at night Side-effects they don't advertise I've been sleeping so strange With a head full of pesticide

13. “Pain” Bilmuri

They abandon me 'Cause I'm not like them They hold me down And tell me what I am

I feel the death inside this place surround me I know that you will live only near to me

I feel the pain inside my lungs When you take away the ones that I love And I feel the pain with so few to trust When they fall away and say I'm not enough

When I have nothing, you're always with me, with me When I have nothing, I need you here, next to me Next to me

14. “The Brothel” Susanne Sundfør

Love I laid in payment Stars were stains in heaven and afterglow Beneath the ashes of echoes buried alive They are howling through hollows Once we share their temples Now our heads are hung up on walls

We are ruins within ruins On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century When no one cut your tongue To know nothing and to know it all To be both the animal and God

You cover your eyes You cover your mouth You cover your ears Still you follow my trail I’ll do all I’ll do whatever you say God has left me anyway

There are echoes in the garden Is anybody listening? There are echoes lost in the garden Is anybody listening? They whisper The ones who are only living Are the ones who are only dying

15. “Last Night I Watched Myself Sleep And I Saw Things That I Wish I Could Forget” Aurora View

A loss of breath, a pinch awake A melancholy kind of pain Hold out your tongue, let in the rain Keeping your eyes closed keeps you sane

What can you say when all of the words and all of the pain It won’t go away And you do, you do When nothing comes through I’m going insane I’m losing my faith

Feels abused and sedated It’s pulling me out of my skin But as I sway my intentions Despite misdirections Lead me back to where I begin

If I cut out my eyes What would I leave behind When monsters are all that I see? Cause I feel so alone And I hate to admit that I wish you away in my dreams

16. “Jesus Christ” Brand New

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again So what did you do those three days you were dead? ‘Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die I’m a little bit scared of what comes after Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and pull apart? ‘Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark And this ship went down in sight of land And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you come in the night like a thief But I’ve had some time, o Lord, to hone my lying technique I know you think that I’m someone you can trust But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up So do you think that we could work out a sign So I’ll know it’s you and that it’s over so I won’t even try I know you’re coming for the people like me But we all got wood and nails We turn, turn out hate in factories Yeah, we all got wood and nails We turn, turn out hate in factories Yeah, we all got wood and nails And we sleep inside of this machine

17. “Magnolia” Gang Of Youths

Still honking those horns, yeah, just drive around ‘Cause you’re all being ignored Deadpan and bright As I flip you the bird, I’m a pain in the ass Yeah, I’m a real piece of work Just waving my arms like some terrible mime And shaking my ass ‘till they kiss it goodbye Just show me the right things That I didn’t do Oh, enlighten me now With impossible love from the former you

Just tell everyone I know what I did, I did for us, and in haste ‘Cause I’m terrified of dying in vain

There’s no way tonight As far as I know That heaven will take me So I’m staggering home Wretched and wild All glory and trash Yeah, I’m drunk, but I’m ready To kick some fucking ass

No way tonight As far as I know That heaven will take me So I'm staggering home Fire of my loins, oh, light of my life We’re vastly outnumbered Every motherfucking time

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regular-nessian-trash · 5 years ago

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It’s Vegas, Baby - Chapter II

Summary: Nesta goes out to the store and so does Cassian. Classic Nesta, she thinks he’s stalking her. Trust me it’s more interesting than it sounds lol(I hope)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I'm back on my grind yall *sunglasses emoji*

Nicknames:

Feyby- Feyre(its supposed to be like feyre and baby put together cause shes the baby of the family)

Nestella- Nesta(its supposed to be nesta and nutella. u will learn more later;)

Tiny Ancient One- Amren(kinda self explanatory)

Mor Boobiez Plz- Mor(idk i just thought it was funny lol)

"I'm home!" Nesta calls out to Feyre. She can smell pizza and instantly strides towards the kitchen, where she finds Feyre with a large cheese pizza still in the box, half-eaten.

"Finally! I was beginning to wonder if you and Cassian finally acknowledged the sexual tension between yourselves and fucked."

"Feyre! That is not appropriate to say at all! Cassian and I are barely colleagues, we will never be anything so stop with your meddling!" Nesta replied, trying to will down a bright red blush. Feyre and her boyfriend, Rhys, had this insane idea that she and Cassian were made for each other, it didn't help that Cassian was constantly flirting with her either.

"We're back!" Mor and Amren had just gotten home from some party, with Mor holding Duchess, their shared Chinese Crested Dog. When the four of them bought a penthouse together Feyre and Mor wanted a dog, and Nesta and Amren didn't. After begging and pleading with her sister and friend to please give him away after they adopted him they finally decided to just lock her, Amren, and Duchess in a room together. They all became friends, and they found out that Duchess was, in fact, a boy. They had been calling him Duchess for too long, though, so when they called him Duke he wouldn't reply so the name just stuck. When the rest of their inner circle found out-"the rest" being Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys- they didn't stop teasing them for days. In their defense, he had a very small you-know-what and he was a very ladylike boy.

"Bring my baby boy to me! Oh I wove you so much you wittle cutie pie!" Feyre was letting Duchess lick her face, making Nesta gag. Sure she loved the dog, but seriously, he licks his butt.

"Ugh, Mor, your cousin is working me to the bone! And he won't stop trying to push me and Cassian together! He thinks he can push us together just cause we “have hella sexual tension”! Also, I was thinking about this last night, Rhys is dating Feyre and if I'm Feyres sister and he's Cassians brother, that's literally incest!"

"You know they aren't actually brothers, right? They're just best friends." Mor replied, trying not to laugh at Nesta's flustered expression. She put down Duchess and reached for a slice of pizza. Everyone knew that it was just a matter of time before Nesta and Cassian got together. Nesta and Mor were the only single people in the house, not including Duchess. And Mor was just recently dumped so she was in a big love life meddling mood. Amren was dating some guy named Varian, and Feyre... Well, let's just say that it's a miracle that she's here right now and not out getting nailed by Rhys.

"I know that, but still. They refer to themselves as brothers."

"So you're saying that if they didn't call themselves brothers you would have sex with Cassian! I knew it!"

"No, Feyre, I am not saying that! Besides, he flirts with everyone so even if I was into him- which I am not - we probably wouldn't become a thing."

"Keyword being probably." Mor says with a smirk.

"Enough of all this bickering, I'm hungry and bored so someone turn on the T.V. while I make some popcorn." Amren quickly breaks them up before Nesta tears off someone's head.

~~~~~

Cassian pulled up at the townhouse he shared with his brothers. All the lights were turned off which meant that Az was sleeping, or not home. The former was more likely because Az usually got pizza on his rest nights and there were three cold slices of meat lovers pizza left. Cassian was so hungry, he ended up eating them cold. He fought back a moan at how delicious the pizza was. He would never understand how Nesta was able to be a vegetarian. Shit. He had been such a dick to Nesta earlier. She was genuinely concerned about him and he had just pushed her away.

Cassian pulled out his phone and checked instagram. Mor had posted a photo of her and Amren with their dog, Duchess, at a party. He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the fact that a misgendered dog had a better social life than he did.

~~~~~

“Ugh, Feyre, Tomas and his little gang showed up at work last night.” Nesta and Feyre were chilling in the kitchen, the latter making a breakfast spread that would put Disney Channel moms to shame. Amren and Mor were nursing killer hangovers, so Feyre made sure to bang around a ton in the kitchen.

“Again? A-fucking-gain? Nuthin new, nuthin changed? Same old shit. Same old fuckin shit.” Feyre replied, forgetting that Nesta had no idea what that reference meant.

“I told them to leave and that I almost had the money to pay them back, but Tomas just slapped my ass and said ‘sEe YoU oN yOuR nExT sHiFt’ then he got up and left.”

“You do realize that we could end all of this by just telling Rhys? I know you have this whole thing about your pride and shit, but we could tell Rhys and he could pay off all your debts to him.”

“Feyre, I appreciate it, but I need to fight my own battles. I got myself into this mess, so I sure as hell can get myself out of it. Plus, I don’t like the idea of feeling like I owe my current employer money.”

“Nesta, sweetie, I love you… BUT YOU NEED TO PUT YOUR DAMN PRIDE TO THE SIDE FOR LIKE, TWO SECONDS AND ACCEPT HELP!”

“FEYRE-”

“Okay, can we yell about Nesta's issues at some time other than 6am? Also, is that bacon I smell?” Mor walked in holding her head and wearing one of Nesta's sweatshirts with some leggings.

“Yes, fattie. And it’s like, 10:30.” Feyre slapped Mor's hand away from a stack of pancakes cooling on the countertop.

“And I do not have any issues, Mor. I’m not the one that went partying with a dog last night.”

“Nesta, that is exactly the reason why you have issues. If you went partying with Duchess, maybe you would loosen up a bit. God knows you need it.”

“Brat.” Nesta threw a piece of toast at Mor's head.

“Thanks! Hey, Feyre, pass the butter.” Feyre slid the butter across the counter and cursed loudly when it just slid on the floor at Mor's feet. Facedown.

“Really, Feyre?” Nesta said in an exasperated tone.

“I’m sorry! I thought she would catch it!”

“That was our last stick of butter, you absolute dingbat!” Nesta sighed and picked up the keys to her car.

“Where are you going?” Mor asked, ever the worried friend thinking she had caused a family feud.

“To the store. We need more milk and eggs anyways. Tell me if you guys are gonna go out while I’m gone.” Nesta walked out the door of their spacious apartment and made her way over to the elevator, pressing the ground level button. She stormed over to her car, got in, and slammed the door shut. On her way to the store, she noticed that one of the local book stores was having a sale. She tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her that she had piles of unread books in her room, and all over the other communal areas of the apartment. She would just pop in after picking up the groceries. No big deal. She could restrain herself. Maybe.

~~~~

Cassian woke up and made his way down the stairs towards the kitchen at 10am.

Hey sorry don’t be mad but here’s the shopping list. I had to go out.

~Azriel

“Unbelievable.” Cassian sighed and picked up the piece of paper attached to Azriel's little note and crumpled it up. Then he uncrumpled it because he remembered he needed to see what it said. Cassian walked up to his room and threw on a sweatshirt, some slip-on vans, and grabbed his keys. He couldn’t remember why they decided to share groceries. He wanted to in the beginning, but now that he woke up without any food in the house because his brothers had eaten all of it he was thinking or re-evaluating that decision. Cassian slid into his car and made his way to the store.

~~~~

When Nesta pulled up at the store she checked her phone and saw that Feyre had sent her a text while she was driving.

Feyby*: heyyyyyyyyy nes can you pleeeeeeeeeease get me some chocolate while you’re out :)?

Nestella*: k. anything else? im walking in now by the way

Feyby: nope! thank you love you! :)

Nestella: love you too

Nesta made her way towards the dairy aisle and picked up some 2% milk, a pack of four sticks of butter, and eggs. She quickly walked over to the candy aisle and began studying all her options, she took candy selecting very seriously.

“Nes?”

~~~~

Cassian walked into the store and quickly picked up all the stuff on the list. Once he got to the last few items written he realized he wanted ice-cream for a movie night with the boys. He walked over to the dairy aisle and picked up a tub of cookies n’ cream right when Nesta Archeron stormed past him towards the candy aisle. He followed her because, well, he wanted to talk to her. But he needed to act like he wasn't stalking her cause she might yell at him.

“Nes?”

“Mother Above, Cassian! You scared the shit out of me don’t you dare do that ever again!”

Oh well.

“How did you not hear me coming? Are you really that focused on chocolate?”

“I’m selecting some chocolate for Feyre, and she is very picky so I was focused on reading what the ingredients were in each bar.” She seemed to have recovered from the scare because she just grabbed a random chocolate bar and stormed past him.

“Obviously you don’t care that much if you’re willing to just grab a random bar and walk away!” Cassian yelled at Nesta. Some other shoppers began to stare at him so he quickly said “Don’t worry, we work together. I know her, I’m not some random creep haha.” That just got him more strange looks though so he just made his way towards self-checkout and paid for the items and skirted outta there.

~~~~

Nesta was so embarrassed while walking away from Cassian. People were staring at her! Ugh, Cassian needs to learn to not yell in public places. She walked over to her car after checking out and loaded her groceries into the boot. She needed a black iced coffee stat. Nesta began the quick drive to one of the local coffee shops and once she arrived she quickly sent the girls a text letting them know where she was.

Nestella: hey bitches im getting coffee you hoes want anything

Feyby: i want a mocha frappe pleeease

Tiny Ancient One*: just get me a black americano girl

Mor Boobiez Plz*: i wanna iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel

Nestella: okay for everyone except Mor cause wtf that's not even an item on the menu

Mor Boobiez Plz: it is i swear! just ask them for it they did it when i asked!

Nestella: fine

“What can I get for you?” The guy working the register asked in a very monotone voice.

“One black iced coffee, one black americano, one mocha frappe, and one iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel sauce.”

“We don’t do that last one-” Nesta gave him a withering glare and he immediately changed his mind on what he was about to say.

“Those will be ready soon ma’am. Can I get a name for the order?”

“Nesta. Thank you.” Nesta walked over to the opposite side of the counter to wait while their coffee was being prepared.

“That was quite impressive the way you scared him into doing what you wanted him to, Sweetheart.”

“Cassian! Are you stalking me? Go away.”

“I’m not stalking you, I’m just here to get some coffee.” He smirked at her and picked up a latte that was set down beside him. He took a sip and looked Nesta up and down before smirking and saying “Hot.” he winked at her and left before she could yell at him. If he was being honest the coffee was actually the perfect temperature, but he just loved getting under Nesta Archerons skin.

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riverboundao3ff · 4 years ago

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Riverbound, Chapter 1

Your name is MSPA READER, and you are currently vibing outside of the known multiverse.

Well, you don’t really use that name anymore, on account of it not actually being a name. Names sound something like Emily, or Muhammad, or Patrick, or Shamita, or a million other put-together syllables and sounds.

Names are something personal. A title is anything but.

You do have a new title, though, one you like much better.

The Guardian.

Because that’s what you became when you yoinked the timeline away from the control of Ultimate Dirk and that Director lady, whoever she was. You looked Canon-With-A-Capital-C in its ugly face, spit on it, and then bent over to wipe your ass with the fabric of reality itself. Out of desperation, love, and most importantly sheer spite, you took it upon yourself to defy fate so that there is at least one timeline where everybody gets to live happy lives. This was victory at its finest. This is what it felt like to finally get everything you wanted. Your friends? Safe. Multiverse? Secure. Hotel? Trivago.

In the vast and rich history of pro-gamer moves, you believe you might have made the most powerful move of all.

After using the Green Sun- no, sorry, the Green Sun to make your own timeline, you did what any other person would do and took a big fuckin’ snooze, curling up around your universe like a mama cat protecting her kittens. You earned it.

And, if you were being completely honest with yourself, that’s how you would have spent the rest of time.

It’s not like you didn’t want to live. No, living was good. It’s just… you were so damn tired. You’re tired of always running from place to place, person to person, era to era. You’re tired of being injured, scared, and alone no matter how many friends you made. All the gods of the Furthest Rings know you’d gone through more in like a year than most people go through during their entire lives. Couldn’t a bitch just enjoy eternity in the void?

Apparently not.

The dreams began innocently enough. Playing video games with Dave, John, and Karkat. Exploring Jade’s island with Jake and Bec. Baking with Jane. Kanaya teaching you and Sollux how to sew. FLARP-ing with Vriska.

Laying side-by-side with Roxy as you two watched the sun rise. Role-playing with Nepeta. Movie night with Eridan. Getting high off your ass with Gamzee and scaring the shit out of some teal visiting their kismesis a few hives away. Discussing politics with Feferi.

Escaping that hellhouse the Soleil twins called their home. Watching those eerie lights in the corpsefield beside Fozzer. You and Remele beating a purpleblood to death.

You barely realize how nightmares had invaded your mind until you woke up with Karako’s yowls of terror in your ears. You didn’t have ears anymore, though, or a physical form, so it just sounded like your favorite clown son was screaming all around you in the abyss.

Okay. This was fine. This was fine, you kept telling yourself. After everything that’s happened to you, you were bound to develop PTSD at some point. That was completely natural.

Except this wasn’t just PTSD. This was something else entirely, because even when you were awake you saw the faces of your oldest friends burning in your mind’s eye. Something churned in your gut, ancient and primal. It was a feeling you knew well, and was usually accompanied by you launching yourself into whatever stupid shit you found next. The longer you tried to ignore it, the stronger it became, until you were permanently wrapped up around yourself like the most pathetic ball of Guardian that had to have ever existed.

You knew long before you actually put words to what was going on.

Of course. Of course it wasn’t over, because why would you ever get to have anything for yourself? Why would you ever get to just rest? For the first time in… who even knows how long, you sob hysterically into the sleeves of your hoodie.

A galaxy twinkles in the outer shell of your universe, lighting up the zig-zag sign on your chest. Mallek’s lazy smile fills your thoughts. If at all possible, everything hurts even more, until you can’t even cry to let out the pain.

Did he miss you? Did all of them miss you?

Oh, God, Daraya. You promised her you’d take her to Earth sometime, and then you just totally fucking vanished from the face of Alternia. What a fucking dick move. Granted, you hadn’t meant to do it, but still!

Your traitor-asshole brain reminds you of the fact that all of them are dead now. As in, Tyzias tried to lead a rebellion against the Alternian Empire, and then they all got killed. Your traitor-asshole brain also notes that it’s all your fault for encouraging those kinds of ideas.

Way to go, you absolute tool.

Except… they don’t have to be gone. You are the Guardian of your universe, and you make the rules. It feels so wrong to even think about it, but… yeah. You’re basically a god now. You can do what you want and nobody has the power to stop you.

Which brings about a whole new plethora of fuckery. If you were to go back, if you were to rewrite history… are you any better than Ultimate Dirk? Granted, you’d do it out of love, not because you’re a power-hungry bastard, but still. Shenanigans of this level are not to be taken lightly, even by sad Guardians with absolutely nothing better to do.

You sleep on it, which of course results in you waking up bawling like a baby as you remember the best roleplay sesh of your life, which was when Wanshi proudly gave your Soldier Purrbeasts OC her full name: Twinklemoon. You had a Soldier Purrbeasts OC named Twinklemoon. That’s why you were crying.

That’s it. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

You need advice, and you know exactly where to get it.

You find her on the 8rigantine, furiously scribbling something down on a chart with a bunch of little figurines in the middle of it. You know better than to just haul your little friendslut ass up there while Vriska Serket is in the zone, so instead you knock on the hull and call up to her.

“Hello! Lady Spinneret, an old friend is in dire need of some advice!”

It takes about two seconds for a familiar spiky head to poke over the side of the deck. Vriska’s one dark eye lights up upon meeting your gaze, followed by a toothy grin that’s both menacing and completely genuine. She reaches back to grab something behind her. A rope ladder drops down and nearly nails you in the noggin, just like it did whenever you dropped by to FLARP with her.

“What the hell, bitch! I missed you!” she yells. Despite everything, you can’t help but smile. Vriska’s wild personality and no-bullshit attitude was just what you needed.

You’re very proud of yourself when you scale the ladder with ease and scramble up onto the deck without getting too much out of breath. With the amount of insane shit you’ve gotten yourself into during your travels, getting into shape came pretty easily. You’ve been told by several reliable sources that your legs are to die for.

“The 8-ball foretold your arrival. I brought snacks.” Vriska points to a bag next to her chart, not looking up from where she was drawing an impressively detailed kraken-looking thing. “Eat something before you start gabbing.”

That was sound logic, so you drag the back closer to you and start rooting around for something good. You find a bag of stinkroot chips, open that bad boy up, and start munching. Damn, did it feel good to eat something, and to also have a corporeal body to eat things with.

As you gather your thoughts, the hairs on the back of your neck prickle with the sensation of somebody’s eyes on you. You instantly look up to see Vriska staring at you. Her expression is blank, but her good eye held all the energy of a thunderstorm.

You swallow your chips. “What is it?”

“You look… different,” she says, setting down her pencil. “It’s like I can really see you now.”

“Huh?”

Vriska huffs, but she still doesn’t take her eye off you. “Before, you kinda looked like… I dunno, like somebody cut out a whole in reality and shoved the silhouette of a person inside? Like, I know what you looked like, but I couldn’t tell you the color of your hair, or what facial structure you have, or, like… dude, you have freckles.”

“I have freckles?” You reach up and touch your cheekbone, feeling the soft skin. Oh, hey, there’s some acne. Dammit. “Are they cute?”

“Sure? I think freckles are more of a human thing, so you’d have to ask John or Jade or whatever. Also you’re blonde, like Rose,” she tells you, thoughtfully scratching at her chin. “You’re still short as fuck, though. I could probably punt you off the poop deck.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Congrats on not looking like a hole in reality.”

You finish off your chips and flop back to stare at the night sky. With all the time you’ve spent on Alternia, you can now name a lot of the constellations. Right now, the Empress’s Trident poked up at a forty-five degree angle behind the pink moon. “I think I know how we can overthrow the Alternian Empire.”

Vriska’s pencil falls out of her hand.

You continue. “Have you read any records on a rebellion that occurred about… like, fifteen sweeps ago? I don’t know the exact date.”

Vriska’s mouth opens and closes a couple of times, and then she nods. “I sure fuckin’ did. Sollux did some of his mumbo-jumbo and got me some documents. He called it an early wriggling day present, but I know he wants to help my little… agenda. How do you even know…?”

“Because I helped encourage the right people to do it. I was there, Vriska. Those kids were my friends, and now they’re dead.”

She’s silent for a moment. “The leader was a teal named Tyzias.”

Your eyes are hot with tears. “I knew her. We met because she tripped on the sidewalk while carrying a shitload of her homework, and I helped her pick it all up when it went everywhere. She had a matesprit named-”

“Stelsa,” Vriska mutters. “Holy shit. She worked closely with some jades who lead their little army. They caused a hell of a lot of damage to the Empire before it all went down, I’ll give them that.”

Neither of you speak for a long moment, which you appreciate as you try and hold your messy self together. The longer you think about your old friends and all the good times you had with them, the more you’re certain about what you want to do.

They deserve to be here.

Your blood pressure spikes just thinking about it.

It’s Vriska who puts your thoughts into words. “You want to go back and help them win the rebellion.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s fucking crazy.”

“Yeah.”

She scooches over to you so she can stare down into your soul. “If we combine our resources and collaborate back and forth between the past and the future, we can make it so less people die. We could even take out that pathetic bitch of an Heiress they had back in the day. With your powers…”

“It’s possible I could compact time itself to create a world where we… where we can make things right. We could even help Feferi…”

You can’t bring yourself to say it in case you jinxed something, but by the look on Vriska’s face, she knows what you mean.

“It could work,” she breathes.

Slowly, you sit back up. Your heart was pounding so hard you felt it in your skull. “How do you think the others would feel about it?”

“Oh, they’d shit themselves,” Vriska snorts. “A full-scale rebellion across time and space?”

“True.”

“But it could work!” she repeats, staring into empty space.

“And they’d have a huge advantage they never had before. Me,” you say, talking to yourself more than to Vriska. You’d created this universe with your own power. It was time to protect it. “Vriska, I need to go before I chicken out. Tell the others what’s happening and that I’m sorry if this all goes to shit.”

“Wait!”

You look back at her as she grabs your arm, claws digging into the fabric of your hoodie. “I… you need supplies. No frickin’ way you’re going anywhere without at least a hydration flask.”

You know what she’s trying to say, and your chest fills up with all the warmth of a bonfire. God, you love this absolute bitch of a kid.

Vriska drags you to your feet, and then you’re both sprinting for her hive.

Amazingly, you don’t die trying to keep up with the cerulean as you charge up the stairs to her respiteblock together. You’re still out of breath by the time you reach the top, though, but Vriska’s already grabbing a backpack and tossing shit into it.

“Get me that jacket off the door,” she orders as she tosses in what looks like a small medical kit. You obey and throw her the jacket, the black leather one with the bright red hood.

She then waves you over, and you slip around her desk to see what’s up. In her hands is a black sheath, with a matching handle sticking out at the top.

Vriska pulls the sheath off to reveal the blade: a brilliant silver-blue metal that nearly glowed in the darkness. It’s incredibly beautiful and very scary to look at.

“I’ve had this thing forever, so I’m giving it to you, okay? Don’t fucking lose it. Press that little gray button at the top of the handle to heat up the blade. Good for starting fires and cauterizing wounds.” She shoves the jacket into the backpack and hands you the dagger.

“Vriska, I don’t know what to say,” you begin, but she smacks you.

“Shut up and strap it to your belt. You better come back soon. I want a detailed report on everything. Single-spaced,” she snaps.

You grin. “Yes, ma’am. I should be back, in like, ten nights. Maybe eleven.”

“Ten,” Vriska growls. “I’m coming for your ass otherwise.”

“Noted. Tell everybody I said hi.”

“Obviously.”

You reach into that little part of yourself, which in turn reaches back out into that chaotic river that is the flow of time. You throw the anchor down and wade upstream. It’s a little rougher than usual, but you won’t let that stop you. There was no turning back now.

Time travel is always like trying to hit a moving target, but you have great aim, and when you find what you’re looking for you feel your face split into another huge smile. There’s nothing different about this part of the river than any other, but you know. When it comes to the people you care about, you always know.

Everything feels more real to you than it has in years. Two moons shine even brighter in the sky, the chilly air stinging your face, and you’re no troll but it still feels like you’re going home.

You open your eyes.

“Ten nights,” you say to Vriska, and you let yourself fall through the current.