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Side effects of wearing your Kaiju suit too often ,,,, Part 2
#narumi gen#kn8#kaiju no. 8#my art#kn8 spoilers#idk if this actually needs a spoiler tag since it's mostly AU but eh#if nothing else my tags need a spoiler tag lol#biblically accurate narumi i have created him#himm always watching#I like the idea that when all his funky 1 eyes close you can barely see them#want him to walk around like a normal little guy#and then something catches his attention and bam#suddenly eyes everywhere lookin around#I also think the sclera of his normal eyes might do a colour change depending on if he's in normal boi or 1 mode??#idk i'm still workshopping this a little lol#the hoshi10 merge i had figured out in my head weeks before i drew him but this literally just happened sdkjfhsf so ......#I would pay money for a proper reference picture of 1 because there is so much of the design i don't get sigh#will probably have reno done tomorrow as well he's almost there ehehehe just need to clean up a little#kaiju boyfriens all together <3#I wish i could have incorporated his suit more :c#i like to think of this au as the suits actually merging into their bodies + some funky kaijufication#but the 1 suit doesnt have any cool features like the 10 tail ;;#except for the spine i guess which i will defintiely use but stillll
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oh cielo!! happy new year!! i'm so glad we've met in this vast internet space and i'm sending you so much love for the coming year as well đ if you're still playing, how about fake dating with vi?
FUJI BELOVEDDD!!!! i am also so glad that we've met on this strange internet space and i am sending you so much love and joy and success this 2025!! đ
i am still playing and i have been waiting all day to sit down and write this one. was SO EXCITED to see this ask...thank u for giving me the opportunity to write about vi đ
fake dating au + vi
Someone's following you. Their footsteps echo behind you, reverberating around inside your head. You're keen, ears pricked, as you glance half behind your shoulder.
Their shadow in the fog is a ghost that's been haunting you.
Your heart ticks up, your steps lurch; you move a little faster.
Vi should be closeâ
The footsteps quicken. So do you.
You round the corner and yelp when you crash into a solid form.
Hands on you, wide and warm, steadying you. Eyes like a crystal sky finding yours. "You alright?" Vi asks and your heart swells, relief floods you.
You glance behind you and perceptive and sharp as always, Vi peers into the city smog, too. She sees the shape of someone and knows. Knows danger. Knows who it might be. Her body tenses, hackles rising.
Then her demeanor shifts.
"Been lookin' for you everywhere, princess." And suddenly her arm is around you, pulling you into her. She's warm and solid and you can feel the press of your bodies together, the way you fit together. You try not to startle or pull away.
Your cheeks warm. Vi is your bodyguard assigned to you after this stalking started, notâ
You swallow hard, uncertain. "UmâVi?"
Under her breath, she says, "just play along."
And with that, she sweeps you away, tucked under her arm. The night is brisk and damp, but Vi's body, shrouding yours, keeps out the chill. You walk in step. Your follower perseveres.
As you near your safe house, you watch Vi's mind work.
Between one breath and the next, you're pressed up a back alley wall. And Vi's pressing you there, against you, her hands on your waist.
"We need to ditch him before we reach the safe house." She says lowly, lowering her face towards you. "Justâfollow my lead."
As the footsteps approach, Vi dips her face to the crook of your neck. Warmth floods your system and instinctively, you grab for her, fisting one hand in the front of her shirt, the other looping around her shoulders.
You must look like lovers. It strikes you like lightning.
And when the footsteps round the corner, Vi suddenly grabs your chin in hand, and kisses you soundly on the mouth.
You make a noise of surprise, which she swallows. And you think she's only going to stay like this, unmoving and kissing you for appearances, but she suddenly deepens it.
Her tongue presses along your bottom lip and you part for her, almost out of surprise, which she takes advantage of eagerly. With your alarm, mingles a strange glow and flutter of desire. You feel it, tender and terrified, in the pit of your stomach. It spreads it's wings.
Your hand disappears into the hair at the nape of her neck and she gets a thigh between your legs. You gasp.
When she hears your follower near, she pulls awayâlips spit slick and chest heaving a little, hair tousled, eyes fever brightâand rounds on him.
The man startles.
And Vi plays sleazy well when she swipes at her bottom lip with her thumb. Gone is your dedicated bodyguard, replaced with a heated fling you may have.
She asks, "You got a problem?" And now she sizes him up. Squares her shoulders. "Can't we get a little privacy?"
He falters, uncertain, eyes bouncing to you and then Vi.
"Fuck off," Vi snaps, "and get lost before I do something I regret."
He scurries away and the moment he's far enough away, Vi is reaching for your hand, engulfing it with hers. "Come on, we gotta goâ" and she pulls you along, as if she hadn't just kissed you senseless moments ago, and you disappear down the maze of alleyways with her.
"Nice acting," she smirks, "who knew you had it in you?"
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the three times duke tried to tell you something - rafe cameron
summary: rafe's dog duke starts acting differently towards you, clearly trying to tell you something that you and rafe can't seem to figure out on your own.
word count: 1.2k
a/n: short, fluffy and sweet! forever loving soft rafe âĄ
The first time, Rafe noticed before you did.
It wasn't unusual for Rafe's eyes to follow you as you walked through the house, drinking you in as you wandered past him to the kitchen or back to bedroom or onto the back porch as he tried to focus on his work, fingers itching to pull you into him and toss his laptop to the side. What was unusual was his dog, Duke, following you everywhere you went.
He couldn't put a finger on when it started, but suddenly it was like you had a second shadow, Duke following your every move, his eyes trained on you or sitting patiently at your feet whenever you were stationary.
You didn't notice until you were coming out of the shower and nearly stepped on him as he sat, waiting for you just outside the shower door. "Oh! Geez, Duke! You scared the heck out of me" you said, leaning down to pat his head, much to his enjoyment.
"Hey, have you noticed that Duke has been following me around?" you asked Rafe. As if for emphasis, Duke exhaled loudly where he sat nearly on top of your feet as he looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes.
Rafe smiled and leaned over to look at his dog, "You lookin' after our girl, Duke?" Duke licked his hand in response.
The second time, Rafe was on the mainland for the day and you were walking to get the mail, Duke firmly by your side, when your neighbor who was jogging stopped to talk to you. "Hey, Y/N! Good to see you! Having a good summer?" he asked.
He tended to be a little flirtatious so you tried to keep your answers curt and casual, but before you could answer Duke growled at him. You looked down in shock to see his teeth bared, his eyes fixed on your neighbor. He normally had such a sweet and loving disposition, you couldn't remember him ever being aggressive. You were almost embarrassed as you whispered "Duke!" in surprise. He looked up at you innocently before returning a narrowed gaze to your neighbor who was edging away from you both before he took off running again.
"Duke growled at Sean today when he stopped to talk to me" you told Rafe later that night. "I swear, Rafe, something has gotten into him, I've never seen him act like that before."
"Is Sean that guy that's always hitting on you?"
"Rafe..."
"Good boy, buddy!" he said, leaning down to scratch Duke behind his ears and getting a bark in response before Rafe pressed a kiss to your cheek.
It was all fun and games for Rafe until later that week the two of you were in the kitchen making dinner and listening to music. Rafe pulled you into his arms to dance with you. He nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft kisses there and tracing them up your jaw to land on your lips, catching your smile with his own. He kissed you softly and slowly as his hands traced down your waist, and then he began to tickle you, eliciting a squeal and a giggle from you as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Duke was on his feet and barking immediately, nudging himself between you and Rafe, and nipping at Rafe's ankles, finally causing him to drop his arms.
"Duke! Buddy! It's okay!" he said, putting his hands up in front of him in surrender as Duke stood protectively in front of you.
Rafe looked up at you, "Okay, maybe I'm starting to see what you're talking about..." he trailed off, looking down at his dog "...and I thought I was protective, what's gotten into you, huh?" Duke looked from Rafe to you and back again and barked once like he was trying to say something, both of you looking at each other in confusion.
That weekend you were curled up on the couch watching a movie, snuggled in Rafe's arms. Duke had been lying on the floor at your feet when he propped his head over the side of the couch and onto your lap.
"Hey, good boy" you whispered, running your hand over his head absentmindedly before returning your attention to the movie. He didn't give up. He nudged his cold, wet nose into your hand, into your lap, nuzzling you further and further.
"Okay, okay" you said, thinking he wanted more pets, and giving him more attention. But he was unrelenting, his entire head now resting in your lap. "Rafe, look at this. He's never this cuddly" you said as Duke came to rest his head nearly on top of your torso at this point, where he finally sat still, eyes looking up at you intently as you continued to pet him, now with your full attention.
"What is it, buddy?" you asked.
He nuzzled into your torso one more time for effect.
And that's when the lightbulb went off in your head.
"Oh my god" you said, suddenly.
"What is it?" Rafe asked, pausing the movie and sitting up quickly at your tone.
"Oh my god" you said again, popping off the couch as you ran down the hallway, Duke hot on your heels.
"Sweetheart? Sweetheart! What's wrong?" Rafe said as he got up to follow you both.
You had shut yourself in the bathroom and Rafe began knocking frantically on the door. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
Silence.
"Babe, you're freaking me out. Are you okay? Please just tell me you're okay?"
"H-Hold on" you said, your voice shaking.
Rafe jiggled the doorknob, his heart in his throat. "Babe, please don't make me break this door down."
You didn't respond and Rafe let his forehead fall against the door, eyes resting on the dog sitting next to him who was pawing the door helplessly.
The minutes ticked away before, quietly, the lock clicked and you swung the door open. You had tears in your eyes and Rafe immediately cupped your face in his hands. "Babygirl, what is it, what's wrong?"
You moved to hold up your hand that held a small plastic stick with a digital window reading one word that sent Rafe's heart into a maddening flutter: Pregnant.
"What?" Rafe whispered in disbelief as he took the stick from your hand.
"Babe, are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?" he said, a smile already breaking across his face. You gestured behind you at two other sticks on the counter, nodding and smiling as tears rolled down your face.
"You're having our baby?" he asked breathlessly, "I'm gonna be a dad?" The realization crashed over him as tears welled in his own eyes and you nodded vigorously.
"We're gonna have a baby!" he said, scooping you into his arms as he peppered kisses relentlessly on your cheek and forehead, finally finding your lips and searing them with a kiss that was so sincere and soft, overwhelmed with emotion.
You could feel him breathing heavily against you as you laughed and cried together, the moment broken only by Duke barking at your feet, jumping up, wanting to be a part of the action.
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"But You Painted Me Golden"
| SVU & Headcanons
Synopsis â The little acts they do that make you fall in love with them a little more everyday.
Note â Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Alexandra Cabot, Casey Novak
(Female doctor centered, but no pronouns used.)
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Olivia Benson
⢠â Olivia absolutely adores playing with your hair.
⢠â As she grew, she rejected femininity. Growing up in a household where she wasn't taught how to act feminine.
⢠â How to apply makeup, how to wear dresses, it felt unusual for her. But when she met you, it felt easy. To want to put on a dress, and slip it off.
⢠â She loves your soft, silky hair. It was probably her favorite part of you, if not everything. The way it ran around your shoulders as she watched you perform surgery from afar. She canât help but admire you lovingly.
⢠â When you get home, youâre usually asleep when she whispers, "Youâre so beautiful, darling." as you lay on her chest, her gentle hands touching your mane, smiling to herself.
⢠â Little did she know, you were awake. Listening to how abrupt her heartbeat is, you grin against her sternum.
Elliot Stabler
⢠â Is Elliot, really Elliot Stabler without playful banter?
⢠â In highschool, he was the class clown. Been popular for being charming, his beguiling antics was his persona.
⢠â That was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. When he could make you smile in a bad day, you were so lucky to call him yours.
⢠â One day, you came home after a busy day at the hospital to Elliot on the couch, going through case files when he meets your eyes. You swear you catched a mischievous glint in his gaze.
⢠â "Whatâs cookinâ, good lookinâ?" He snickers, gesturing for you to sit beside him. You laugh against him, bringing your lips to his. "Eh, me or you?"
⢠â And suddenly, all the worries left your shoulders the moment you meet his warm embrace that broke your cold barrier.
Alexandra Cabot
⢠â You find it endearing that she canât go on a day without kissing you, everywhere really.
⢠â Your first kiss was when Alex visted you in Bellevue Hospital to pick you up. Just as you were about to leave, a storm brew and both of you were stuck.
⢠â It was in your office, where you were rapidly ranting about how difficult it is to indoctrinate interns, raving to yourself as you sit in your office chair. All of a sudden, she kissed you, her hands on your cheeks. Letâs just say, you never made it to your apartment that night.
⢠â Since then, she was all about kissing you. Kisses on your face as you wake up became your alarm, kisses on your shoulder... made you jumpy?
⢠â "Alexandra! I swear to Goâ" she interrupted you with a kiss to your lips, but as usual, you returned the favor. The blonde smiled to herself, "Itâs your fault youâre so beautiful, baby."
⢠â You still blame her that you canât get anything done without kiss marks all over your collarbones.
Casey Novak
⢠â She was Cassandra "waist-grabber" Novak, to you.
⢠â Gosh, she is the clingiest. Despite her reserved and formal attorney ambience, she needs her touch!
⢠â It was a busy day, and all she wanted was to come home to her favorite person. When she entered your shared apartment, she found you humming to yourself as you wash the dishes.
⢠â You didnât feel her presence, not until her soft hands lingered on your waist. "Hey, you." You utter, facing her as you hug her back. Caseyâs face was on the crook of you neck, as you kiss her forehead.
⢠â When she pulls away, she hugs you firmly again. You let out a laugh, patting her auburn hair as she mutters, "You left your sharp surgery stuff in my car, by the way." which made you laugh even more, at her choice of words.
⢠â "Okay, will you let go of me for a second so I can get my sharp surgery stuff in your car?"
⢠â "No."
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#valwrites .á#law and order: svu#law and order svu#olivia benson#elliot stabler#alexandra cabot#alex cabot#casey novak#olivia benson x reader#elliot stabler x reader#alexandra cabot x reader#alex cabot x reader#casey novak x reader#olivia benson x elliot stabler#alexandra cabot x casey novak#cabenson#benovak#calex#fluff#eventual fluff
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pookie i just read ur latest hotch fic bro pls write more for him i beg đđ
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A/N: Your wish is my command <3 I hope you enjoy it! This one is more wholesome so let me know if you want something more spicyyyy-
Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Reader Y/N, Jack Hotchner, BAU team
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X Reader
Warnings: Jack is lost at the beginning and Hotch saves them ,but just a lot of fluff after. (Let me know if I missed anything!)
Summary: You didn't expect your day to begin with finding a lost kid, but it wasn't exactly a bad start...
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Y/N was enjoying a morning walk, the beautiful scenery of the park relaxing her. It was a crisp day, a cool breeze gently brushing through the leaves.
Suddenly, a young boy - maybe around the age of six or seven - ran up to her, a worried glint in his eyes. "I can't find my dad," He murmured, looking around and scratching his neck.
"Oh, uhm, okay. Do you need help finding him?" Y/N asked, a nervous panic bubbling up within her. The boy nodded frantically, picking at his nails.
She took a deep breath, realizing that she needed to stay calm to keep him calm. "Okay, I can do that. What's your name, sweetheart?" She questioned as she crouched down, meeting him at eye level.
He allowed her to take his hands, holding them carefully. "Jack. My dad was with me, but then I walked off and he was gone." She nodded along as he spoke, making sure he understood she was listening.
"Alright, Jack, why don't we walk around and look for him, okay?" She offered, and he nodded again, already studying the area around him. They walked around for a minute, Jack calling out for his dad every few seconds.
A man walked up to them, a small smile on his lips. "Hey, buddy. We were lookin' everywhere for you." He ignored her presence, only focusing on the boy. She instinctively pulled him back a bit, hunching over a bit to speak to him better.
"Do you know him, Jack?" She asked him and Jack shook his head. The man cut in, now reaching out to grab the boy. "I'm his dad's friend. Come on, Jake."
Jake.
She pulled him behind her back, shielding him with her body. "No, I think he should stay with me." She started walking backwards, Jack stumbling back with her. She was holding his wrist - maybe a little too tight - not letting the man get closer.
He kept walking towards them, insisting he take Jack with him. Out of the blue, a man jogged over and stepped in front of her. He grabbed his wallet out of his pocket and flipped it open.
"Agent Hotchner, FBI. Can we help you?" He nearly spat at the man, staring down at him with a cold gaze. The guy stepped back, clearing his throat and raising his hands. He mumbled something incoherent as he stormed off.
"Daddy!" Jack beamed, running out from behind her and hugging the agent. He wrapped an arm around him and smiled, planting his hand on top of his head. "Hey, buddy. You okay?"
Jack nodded and pointed at the young woman. "She helped me from the bad guy, daddy." He explained and she let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put him in danger. I was just trying to help."
The man smiled and stuck his hand out. "I'm Aaron, thank you for looking out for him." She accepted his handshake and smiled, still a bit hesitant. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you. And of course, I'm glad you found him."
She gave an awkward wave and turned to walk away, but Aaron cleared his throat. "Hey, actually, do you want to hang out with us for a bit?" He offered, and she noticed how Jack's face lit up. She let out an airy laugh and shrugged.
"Sure, why not."
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They had spent the day talking and playing with Jack. He was a bit shy at first, but once they started tossing a soccer ball around he came out of his shell completely.
After soccer, Jack heard an ice-cream truck and begged his dad to get some. He agreed, and he paid for all of them to get popsicles. When Jack went to go run around - both of them now keeping a watchful eye - she insisted she pay him back.
"It's just ice-cream, Y/N. You don't have to worry about it." He chuckled, throwing the sticks into the trash. Her cheeks were a bit flushed, unreasonably embarrassed about the situation. "Are you sure? I mean - we just met." She argued, and his smile grew.
"Yeah, but a favor for a new friend doesn't hurt." He flashed a grin at her and she bit her lip, a laugh slipping out. "Okay, okay. I surrender." She joked, and they continued on with casual conversation, moving to sit down on a bench.
Out of curiosity, she asked about his job and she was dumbfounded. He explained cases they've worked on and briefly explained some of his co-workers.
"Wow! That sounds horrible!' She snorted, non-stop giggling as he told her about an average work day. He couldn't help but laugh along with her, her radiant smile becoming contagious.
"It's not for everyone, that's for sure, but it's nice being able to help people." He explained and she nodded, her laughter subsiding. They continued to chat about it, and she lit up with excitement when he mentioned a case she knew.
"I listened to that on a podcast! You solved that?" She beamed, and he nodded, finding her joy adorable. "Yeah, it was a challenge." He added, and they compared what they knew about it.
She quickly cleared her throat and nudged him with her knee when she noticed Jack running up to them. He rambled about a cool bug that he saw for a bit before Aaron's phone rang. He excused himself and took the call.
He came back and Jack was noticeably bummed, and she had a guess as to why. "I have to go, we just got a case." He sighed, and she nodded, standing up to give him a hug goodbye.
"It was nice hanging out with you. If you want, we can exchange numbers and maybe... hang out again?" She prodded, and Jack nodded rapidly, making both of them chuckle.
"Of course, I'd love to."
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Emily and David were chatting by JJ's desk, waiting for her to return with snacks. They were planning to watch a movie in the conference room with the rest of the team. It was their day off and they felt like they earned it.
Emily glanced over when she noticed a young woman looking around, appearing to be lost. She had a visitors badge clipped onto her shirt. Both the agents noted that she looked nice, as if she was going out.
"New agent?" Rossi asked, and Emily shook her head. "No, she might be here to see Strauss, or Garcia because of that seminar thing she did." He raised his brows and flattened his lips, a nonverbal sign of agreement.
Emily walked over to her, gently tapping her shoulder. "Hi, are you here to see someone?" She asked and Y/N looked up at her, an awkward smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, actually. Uhm, is Aaron here?"
The agent's eyes widened, now reciprocating her smile. "Yeah, his room is up-" She started but was cut off by Aaron's door swinging open. "Hey, Y/N!" He had a huge grin on his face, waving her over.
She gave a quick goodbye to the agent in front of her before happily speeding up the stares, quickly getting engulfed in a tight bear hug. "Aaron! I missed you!"
He ruffled her hair and invited her into his office, now leaving them behind closed doors. JJ was now in the room, jaw nearly on the floor. "Did you guys see that?" She asked, and both Rossi and Emily nodded, confusion evident on all of their faces.
Shortly after, Derek, Penelope and Spencer all walked in, arguing over what movie the group should watch. Spencer raised a brow when he noticed the hushed conversation between the trio in front of them. "What are you guys whispering about?"
After explaining the situation to the rest of the gang, everyone was coming up with their own theories. "Wait, what about movie night?" Garcia gasped, and Morgan chuckled. "Babygirl, seriously?"
Aaron and Y/N stepped out of his office, laughing and whispering to each other. The two made their way down the stairs, seemingly oblivious to the group not too far away.
Aaron's alarm went off on his phone and he reached into his pocket. "I'll meet you by the elevator," He stated, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She nodded and left the room, the glass door blurring her a bit as she walked away.
He turned and now realized the group that had been staring him down. He took a minute to think of what to say, shrugging and rubbing his jaw.
"Sorry guys, I have my own movie date planned." He admitted, quickly making his way out of the room. "Don't worry, you guys will get to meet her another time, shes the best." He added with a smile, something the team didn't often see.
Once the two disappeared down the elevator, Spencer scoffed in amusement. "He smiled" David nodded, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Love is in the air."
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A/N: I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know if you want a part two - of like when they're at the movies-
Feel free to: Reblog, like, comment, follow and send requests!
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Claiming His Territory
Summary: Harry gets jealous when he thinks another guy fancies you, and he decides to claim his territory.
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, possessiveness, angst. 18+ ONLY!
Word Count: 4960
A/N: Here's another one shot from my 2016 collection. This was originally two parts, but I've combined them into one. Obviously, this is 1D Harry, and you're spending time with him on tour.
"Hey, Y/N," you heard a voice behind you say.
You quickly twirled around to see Dylan, the new drum tech, a huge grin on his face. He was carrying pieces of the drum kit as he was apparently making his way to the stage to set it up.
"Hey, you need some help with that?" you asked him, reaching for a cymbal that was slowly slipping from under his arm.
"Thanks," Dylan nodded sheepishly.
With a giggle, you took the cymbal from him and followed him through the backstage area. Your breath hitched in your throat as you stepped onto the stage and looked out at the empty seats. You'd seen this view a few times with Harry when you would come visit him on tour, but it never ceased to take your breath away. You still didn't know how he managed to face that many people night after night.
"You can just set that right there," directed Dylan, pointing at the floor next to the toms.
"Oh, okay."
"So how long have you been with One Direction?" asked Dylan as he adjusted the bass drum where he wanted it, a lock of his long blond hair falling over his right eye. You had already admitted to yourself a couple days ago when you'd first met that he was cute. And the way he smiled at you gave you goosebumps. But you were with Harry...
"Y/N," Dylan suddenly said, making you blink.
"I'm sorry, what?"
Dylan chuckled. "Is this your first tour with them?"
Finally understanding what he was asking you, you laughed and shook your head. "I don't work for them," you explained. "I'm not part of the crew."
"Oh!" exclaimed Dylan. "I just always see you in the hall helping somebody, I thought-"
"Heyyyy there you are!" a familiar voice sounded behind you. Before you could turn around, Harry had is arms wrapped around you, his lips on your jaw. "Been lookin' everywhere for you."
You swallowed hard as Harry's mouth trailed to your ear. "Um, I was just helping Dylan with the drums."
"Who's Dyl- oh, hey mate," said Harry, acknowledging the young man's presence.
Dylan jerked his head up with a curt nod, clearly now understanding that you were indeed not part of the crew, but Harry Styles' girlfriend. He fumbled with the hi-hat stand, nearly toppling it over when Harry grabbed your butt and you let out a squeal.
"Stop," you giggled, though you leaned back against him. "We're not alone, baby."
"Then let's go be alone," he murmured in your ear.
You rolled your eyes and looked over at Dylan just as Harry began to pull you back by your arm. "See ya, Dylan."
"Yeah, sure," he nodded again.
You kind of felt bad for the guy, but you didn't have time to dwell on it as Harry jogged down the hall, taking you with him. Finally pushing open a heavy black door, he pulled you inside, locking it behind you.
"I reckon somebody has a crush on my girl," Harry smirked, sliding his hands up your waist and back down.
"Oh please," you scoffed. "He was just being friendly. And I offered to help him with the drums."
"I could see the way he looked at you, love. His eyes said it all."
"I don't think he knew I was with you," you muttered as Harry's mouth found your jaw again and he backed you into the wall.
"Well, then, let's show him so he knows."
"What do you mean?" you teased.
"I mean 'm gonna leave my mark. To show you're mine." Harry lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours with fire in them. "C'mere."
Harry guided you to the nearby sofa where he pounced on you. You giggled with glee as you playfully pawed at him, helping him remove his t-shirt followed by your own.
"Tell me where," you hissed as Harry swiped his tongue across your collarbone, unclasping your bra with one hand.
"Where what, baby?" he mumbled.
"Where you're gonna leave your mark."
A deep growl rose from Harry's chest as he lifted himself up to look at you. Dropping your bra on the floor and lightly dragging his finger across your neck he whispered "here...", then he did the same down your shoulder and collarbone, "here...and here...", finally dragging it to your breast. "And here..."
"Mmmm," you sounded, reaching for him and eager for him to get started.
Devouring your neck, Harry sucked hard, the blood rising to the surface quickly. The sting only made you want more as you hastily unbuttoned his jeans for him. But Harry wasn't finished claiming his territory just yet. You clawed at his arms as he slid down to wet the top of your chest with his tongue. Leaving his next mark, you arched your back with a moan.
"Harry..." you said breathlessly. "Touch me. Please."
"Where baby?" he asked. "Right here?"
Grazing his thumb across your right nipple, Harry took your left one into his mouth, swirling his tongue across it. You let out a kitten-like cry before saying his name again. Reaching for his hand, you guided it where you wanted it between your legs.
"Ah, right there?" Harry teased as he rubbed you over your jeans. "'s that where you wanna be touched, baby?"
"Mmm hmm," you nodded with a pout.
"Then let's get these off, yeah?" he raised a brow, quickly unbuttoning your jeans.
You kicked off your shoes just in time for him to slip off your pants and underwear, leaving your naked body trembling underneath him.
"So pretty," Harry murmured, swiping his fingers up your slit. "And always so wet for me."
You nodded with a shy smile.
"This is mine, innit?" he added as you opened your legs wider.
"Yes," you replied.
"Yeah," he nodded, licking his lips.
With his free hand, Harry managed to push down his already open jeans, freeing his erection. You blinked at the sight of it, though you'd already seen it several times. Removing his fingers from your wetness momentarily, he produced a condom from his pocket and rolled it on.
"You ready for me, love?" he inquired, positioning himself between your thighs.
"Always," you said.
Harry smirked as he pushed in slowly. "Yeah ya are. Always ready. And so warm. Fuck."
His eyelids heavy, he began to thrust deep inside so you could feel all of him, stretching you to fit around him. Tiny mewls escaped your mouth as you grasped at his shoulders.
"God damn, I love the sounds you make," groaned Harry. "So fucking sexy."
Biting your bottom lip, you reached above your head to grab hold of the armrest. Then you lifted your leg up against the back of the sofa. Harry tried his best to focus on your face while he pumped, his perfect mouth open.
"You're mine, yeah?" he breathed.
You nodded. "Yes."
"Yeah. Nobody else's. All mine."
You weren't really sure where this possessiveness had come from, but you kind of liked it. You liked being Harry's. And the idea he was claiming you turned you on.
Harry lowered his head again, nibbling on your neck and sliding down to suck another tender spot, no doubt leaving another mark. You heard him moan against your skin as he thrust harder and faster. You felt yourself reach the edge, a deep rumbling in your core.
"Fuck, Harry..." you cried.
"You gonna come for me?" he asked, lifting his head to look at you again.
You nodded, your eyes wide. Hard breaths puffed out of your mouth as you grabbed his hips, guiding him deeper.
"Right there," you instructed.
Harry covered your mouth with his, slipping his tongue inside to meet yours. You felt your orgasm rip through you then as you moaned against his lips. Harry bit your bottom lip, dragging his teeth across it before releasing it. His eyes looked wild as he stared at you. You could tell he was close.
"Does it feel good?" you asked him.
"Fuck yeah, baby. That pussy's so wet and all mine."
You grinned at him. "Yes, Harry. Take it, baby."
Harry shut his eyes as he let out a quick chuckle and licked his lips. With two more thrusts he was moaning your name as he came.
You laid on the couch together for a few minutes while you tried to wait for your breaths to even out. Suddenly you heard a soft pout before you felt a wetness on your neck. Realizing Harry was licking your skin, you giggled.
"What are you doing?"
"I think I mighta got a bit carried away," he replied.
"How many are there?" you inquired.
"Um...like five?"
Your chest shook with laughter as Harry sat up. "Sorry, babe."
"I'm sure it's fine," you commented.
Harry excused himself to the restroom while you sat up and got dressed. When you stood, you walked over to a nearby mirror to inspect Harry's work. Five might have been an exaggeration, but he'd definitely left his mark on you. One particular love bite almost covered the entire left side of your neck.
"Jesus," you muttered, covering it with your hand.
"Told you," you heard Harry say behind you.
You turned to face him with a shrug. "Well you definitely got your point across."
"Are you mad?" he asked hesitantly.
"No," you shook your head, walking around him toward the bathroom.
"You sure?"
You waved your hand above your head, not bothering to turn around. "It's fine."
Shutting the door behind you, you inspected your neck and shoulders better in the bathroom mirror. You weren't exactly sure why, but the sight unnerved you. Harry wasn't known to be the jealous type. So maybe he had just been playing. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline and the height of passion that made him so animalistic. Even during the sex, you hadn't thought anything was out of the ordinary. But thinking about it now, and looking at the evidence, it sure seemed like Harry had been trying to prove something.
Was he really upset about you talking to Dylan? Had he truly had a problem with the way he looked at you? You honestly hadn't noticed anything, other than the fact that he was cute. But it wasn't like he'd been flirting, and neither had you.
What had suddenly made Harry want to be so possessive and claim his territory?
Opening the bathroom door, you stepped back into the dressing room. Harry sat on the sofa, but you barely looked at him. Instead you made your way to the exit.
"Where are you going?" you heard him ask.
"Gonna try to find a scarf or something," you replied.
"So ya are mad," remarked Harry.
"I didn't say I was mad. Did I say that?" you jerked around, your hands on your hips.
"Your tone says you're mad."
"So I have a tone now?"
Harry groaned, running a hand down his face. "Babe, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."
You sighed loudly, dropping your arms. "I said it's fine, Harry. I'm not mad. It's just kind of embarrassing is all."
Harry glared at you with a set jaw. Grabbing the doorknob, you swung the heavy door open.
"I gotta go find something. I'll be back," you announced.
You made your way outside to the tour buses, stepping onto the one you'd arrived on, quickly finding your suitcase. You hadn't remembered packing any scarves, and coming up empty handed confirmed it. The next best thing was your favorite hoodie, a pink one from Victoria's Secret which didn't match your outfit, but it would have to do. Slipping it on and zipping it up, you pulled your hair over your neck and shoulders, trying your best to cover what the hoodie didn't.
Okay, so you were mad. Maybe mad wasn't the right word. Just...irritated. Perturbed. But you knew it was partially your own fault. You'd certainly had a part in Harry's assault on your skin, hell you'd even egged him on, asking where he was planning on marking you. But now you felt weird about it...almost dirty.
But what bothered you the most was that he'd done it after seeing you talking to another guy. A guy whom you paid no mind to. You thought Dylan was cute, but that was as far as it went. And Harry had never been the jealous type.
Stepping off the bus, you returned to the venue where the activity had picked up and the hallway was more crowded than before. Harry's dressing room was now empty, and for a moment you considered just sitting alone for a while until you heard your name called.
"Hey, Dylan," you said softly when you saw him coming towards you.
"Hey, um, sorry about earlier," he muttered.
"What for?"
"You know...um...I didn't know that you were...with Harry."
"Oh," you looked down at your hands. "It's okay."
"I guess maybe I should keep track of who's with whom," he grinned sheepishly.
You gazed back up at him, shaking your head. "You can't be expected to know. Besides, it's not like you were flirting with me or anything. I was just helping you with the drums."
Dylan chuckled, that same strand of blonde falling over his eye again. "Yeah, sure," he nodded. Then leaning in closer, he whispered, "Maybe I kinda was."
Biting your lip, you felt yourself blush. You weren't quite sure how to respond to that. Since being with Harry, guys hadn't been flirting with you. Or if they had, you sure as hell hadn't noticed.
"Um...okay," you muttered, absentmindedly combing your hair behind your ear. That's when you noticed Dylan's eyes widen.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed, stepping back.
"What?" you asked a millisecond before you realized. He'd seen the marks.
"Guess he wasn't kiddin'," said Dylan, pointing at your neck.
Ashamed, you tilted your head and pulled your hair back over to hide Harry's love bites.
"He told me you were his," Dylan added, "But I guess he wants everyone to be aware."
You furrowed your brows. "Wait, you talked to him?"
Dylan shrugged. "If you could call it that. I didn't get much say in the matter. He just came up to me a minute ago and said, 'just so you know...Y/N is mine.' And he walked off. I didn't really take it as a threat then but..."
Your shoulders fell and your mouth went dry.
"Guess he's claimed his territory," Dylan finished before walking off, leaving you standing dumbfounded in the hallway.
"Hey, doll," greeted Lou when you entered the room designated for hair and makeup. Liam had just left the room with a short wave of his hand, and you were grateful to find it empty now except for her.
"Hi," you barely mumbled as you sunk into a chair.
"Something wrong?" she inquired as she returned a makeup brush to its caddy.
With a long sigh, you pushed your hair back to reveal the hickeys on your neck and shoulder.
"Bloody hell!" exclaimed Lou.
You groaned. "Help."
"Were you snogging all day? What-"
"Never mind," you got up to leave, but Lou called you back.
"I'm sorry, love, c'mere. I think I have something to cover it."
You sat back in the chair and Lou got to work putting makeup on your neck, at least the areas that were most exposed. You focused on the various cosmetics on the counter so you wouldn't have to look at her face, knowing it was probably full of shame. You appreciated her silence, however, until she finally said you were good to go.
"Thanks," you muttered as you stood, still pulling your hoodie tight around you just in case.
"Y/N," you heard Lou call as you reached the door. You turned to look at her. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah," you nodded.
"Alright," she sighed. "Just know that I'm here if you ever need to chat. And anything you say never leaves this room, you hear?"
You smiled softly at her. "Thanks, Lou."
You'd just rounded the corner when a tall frame nearly bumped into you.
"Hey! Was looking for you," said Harry. "Did you find something?"
"Um...yeah," you stammered, licking your lips, grabbing the zipper pull of your hoodie and moving it up and down. "Lou helped me out with some makeup."
"Oh, right," he nodded. "Good."
"Harry, we need to talk," you gazed up at him.
He furrowed his brows, looking past you. "Show's about to start, babe."
"What did you say to Dylan?" you asked, ignoring his words.
Harry's eyes darted everywhere but at your own which told you all you needed to know. But you still wanted to hear it from his lips.
"Harry..."
"I just told him you were mine."
"Did you threaten him?"
Harry finally looked at your face, shaking his head. "No, not at all. I just wanted to make sure he knew you were taken."
"Harry, he wasn't even doing anything," you scoffed. "We were just talking. For like five minutes!"
"I've seen the way he looks at you," declared Harry in an accusing tone.
You rolled your eyes. "How does he look at me?"
"Like how I look at you!" he exclaimed.
You threw up your hands. "So fucking what?"
"I don't like it," Harry's voice dropped so low you barely heard his reply.
"Harry, what the hell is going on? You've never acted jealous before."
Harry stood up straight, his chest puffing out as he crossed his arms. "Do I have a reason to be jealous?"
Your mouth opened to retort, but you stopped. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Harry never acted like this. Never.
"You're unbelievable," you shook your head and turned to walk away. "We'll talk about this later."
"Hey, you're the one who said we needed to talk now," you felt his hand on your arm. You shook it off.
"We're not talking about this now!" you yelled through clenched teeth. You held your hands up in front of you. "I need to calm down, and you have a show to do."
"Y/N," said Harry, his tone softer now.
"Go," you pointed to the backstage area. "Your fans are waiting."
You felt the bile rise in your throat as tears threatened to release from your eyes. Turning once again, you zig zagged through the crowd whom no doubt had heard at least some of your squabble.
"Hey, doll," Lou stopped you. "You coming to sit with me?"
"Not yet," you blinked. "I need to be alone for a minute."
Without another word, Lou merely nodded, patting your arm before making her way to the family seats. You walked to Harry's dressing room, immediately locking the door behind you and lying on the sofa, finally allowing the tears to fall.
You didn't understand it. You tried your best to recall the evening's events that had let up to this. Just an hour ago you were on this same sofa as Harry fucked you, sucking on your neck and telling you how you were his. You'd liked it, his possessiveness as he claimed what was his. But the marks had left you feeling uneasy, and then to find out he actually did have a problem with Dylan...it made you wanna throw up. The look in his eyes when he asked if he had a reason to be jealous sent you over the edge. You were hurt and angry at the same time. This...this was not the Harry you knew. This was someone else.
Despite the noise on the other side of the door, you somehow managed to cry yourself to sleep. When you woke up, you sat up, realizing the concert still had half an hour left. Wiping your eyes, you used the restroom and emerged from the dressing room. You were halfway down the hall when you spotted Dylan. With an uneasy smile, you walked up to him.
"Hi," you greeted.
"I don't think you're supposed to be talking to me," he proclaimed.
You rolled your eyes and folded your arms across your chest. "What the fuck ever." Another tear escaped your eye and rolled down your cheek. As you swiped it away with the back of your hand, Dylan stepped closer to you.
"Hey," he said softly. "I was just joking."
"I know," you sniffed.
"You okay?"
"No," you replied quickly, looking up at him. "No, I'm definitely not okay."
"You wanna go somewhere and talk?"
The sounds of cheering fans and the boys singing "Story of My Life" seemed miles away.
"Yeah," you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. "But can we talk about something else? Anything else?"
Dylan grinned. "You bet. C'mon."
You sat alone on the bus, waiting for Harry. You'd decided to wait for him there instead of his dressing room. You knew he was more than likely going to be mad, or at least a little confused as to why you hadn't gone to watch the show. So, you figured you'd give him some time to cool down, take a shower and get dressed before meeting you on the bus.
After talking to Dylan, you felt a little better. He was really nice and funny and took your mind off of everything. You hoped that you could talk to Harry and assure him that you were his and he had no cause to be jealous. But when he stepped onto the bus and you caught the look on his face, you knew that had been too much to ask.
"Hey," you whispered.
With a scowl, Harry walked right past you without so much as a nod. You watched him as he headed toward the back of the bus.
"Harry..." you sounded.
Nothing. He was ignoring you. You had to admit that hurt even worse.
"Harry, talk to me please," you called.
"Oh, so now you wanna talk?" he jerked around, a horrible mean look on his face.
"Yes."
His jaw set, he closed the space between you swiftly. "Why didn't you come to watch the show?"
"Because I was upset," you replied. "I didn't feel like it."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Didn't feel like it. What were you doing?"
Stepping back, you shoved your hands in the pockets of your hoodie. "Nothing. I went to sleep in your dressing room."
Harry nodded slowly, an accusing look in his eyes. "Right."
Almost feeling frightened, you glared at him. "Harry, what the fuck is going on?"
"Why don't you tell me? One minute you're moaning my name, begging me to touch you, and the next you're embarrassed by me."
"How dare you turn this around on me! I'm not the jealous one here!" you yelled.
"I'm not bloody jealous, Y/N! You think I'm jealous of that twat?"
"Why else did you make such a point of leaving so many hickeys on me?"
"I told you got carried away!" Harry exclaimed. "I didn't mean to."
"Did you mean to go up to Dylan afterwards and threaten him?" you asked.
"I-" Harry glared at you. "Did he tell you that?"
"No," you looked down at your hands. "He just said you came up to him and told him I'm yours, and-"
"So you talked to him." It was a statement, not a question. A statement and an accusation.
"Harry, I think I can talk to whomever I choose. And you're being a little ridiculous."
"Ridiculous?" Harry raised his brows.
"Yeah. And frankly, a bit scary if I'm being honest. I don't know what's gotten into you."
"Fuck!" Harry turned his back on you, his fists at his sides as he walked to the back of the bus.
Trying to keep your calm, you took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Just then Niall stepped onto the bus behind you.
"Um...everythin' okay?" he inquired.
"Yeah," you bit your lip, stepping back to allow him to pass.
"Ya sure?"
About to nod, Harry turned around an answered for you. "Apparently showing your girlfriend how sexy you think she is and how proud you are to be fucking her pussy isn't allowed."
Your bottom lip trembling, you stared at Harry for a moment. "Fuck you."
"Whoa," Niall muttered as you stomped off the bus.
You could hear Harry calling after you as you ran toward the venue, but you didn't bother to turn around. Liam was just exiting the back door and Louis was halfway towards the bus, both of them stopping in their tracks to watch the scene unfold.
"Y/N!" Harry shouted. "Wait!"
"Leave me alone!" you screamed as you neared the door. "I wish we never met!"
You didn't look back as you continued to run through the hall. You stopped only when you saw Dylan emerge from behind the stage, drum pieces in his hands. Your chest heaving, you swallowed hard. Your eyes met, but you remained silent. Instead you turned toward the makeup room, finding Lou packing the rest of her products.
"Jesus, what's wrong, doll?" she asked when she saw your wild eyes.
Your knees buckling, you broke down right there. Lou reached her arms out to embrace you, allowing you to cry on her shoulder. You stayed in that position for a long time, your body shaking as you cried over and over. Lou rubbed your back, told you to let it out, and that everything was gonna be okay.
"Baby..." you suddenly heard behind you.
"Go away," you mumbled in Lou's shirt.
"Baby, I didn't mean it," said Harry. "God, you know how I feel about you."
Still keeping your back to him, you lifted your head to look at Lou. She had a kind expression on her face, silently urging you to listen to him.
"Don't you?" Harry sounded. You could tell he was closer. "Please say you do. Baby, I'm crazy about you."
Shutting your eyes, you scoffed. "Crazy about sums it up."
"I know. I deserve that."
You wiped your eyes as Lou released you from her grasp and turned you around. Harry had a somber look in his eyes, his body slack from defeat.
"I can't excuse the way I've acted," he said softly. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never felt like this before."
"Like what?" you asked.
"Jealous," Harry shrugged. Then he let out a slight chuckle. "Fuck me, I'm jealous. And I don't know why."
"I don't know why either, Harry. There's absolutely no reason to be jealous. I barely know that guy. And until tonight he didn't even know I wasn't part of the crew let alone your girlfriend."
Harry hung his head. "I realize that. I honestly don't know what got into me. At first I-"
Harry lifted his head then, and you heard Lou clear her throat behind you. "Let me just get this," she said, grabbing her makeup caddies. Once she left the room, Harry turned back to you.
"At first I thought it was just kinda hot, you know me claiming my territory, showing that kid - and everyone else - you belong to me. But once I was inside you...it was like something happened, some switch went off and I couldn't stop. And you were loving it too, begging me. Like I said...I got carried away. Then I could tell you were embarrassed by the marks and I'll admit, it made me mad. I didn't want you to be embarrassed. I wanted you to be proud and flaunt it in front of his face. Like 'fuck yeah, my man fucks me good'."
"Harry..." you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
"I know, it sounds stupid now. But that's what was in my head then."
Licking your lips, you looked down at the floor and then back up at him. "You scared me."
"When?"
"On the bus. I've never seen you like that. I've never seen you like...any of this," you shook your head. "It's frightening, and I don't like it."
"I know, love," Harry reached for your hands. "I don't like it either. But I swear, I didn't mean what I said."
"I know," you replied softly.
"I'm hoping you didn't mean what you said either. That you wish we never met."
You sighed. "Of course I didn't, Harry. I just..."
"You just what?"
"I just..." you released your hands from his and combed a hand through your hair. "I think maybe we should cool it for a little while."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm gonna go on home earlier than I planned. I'll ask Lou if I can stay with her til tomorrow. I'm sure there's a flight I can take."
"Baby..." Harry tried to reach for you again.
You bit your lip and held up your hand. "Please, Harry. I think...I think it's best. For right now. I'll come back later. If you still want me."
"Of course I want you, Y/N. I want you now! With me!"
Covering his mouth with your finger, you silenced him. Then dropping your hand, you placed a soft kiss on his lips. "It's gonna be okay," you murmured.
"Not without you," he pouted.
You mustered up your best smile as you dragged the backs of your fingers down his cheek, then squeezed his arm. "Goodnight."
Turning on your heels, you headed back down the hall to the exit doors. You were halfway there when Harry called your name once again. Stopping, your turned around to see him standing in the middle of the hall.
"I love you," he declared.
You sucked in your lips as your insides trembled. He'd never said it before.
"I love you, too," you echoed before blowing him a kiss and walking out of the venue.
Sorry about that sad ending. I don't really remember why I decided to end it that way lol. I guess I felt more realistic with all the angst than to give it a happy ending. Also, the "I wish we never met" line was a prompt I'd received so I threw it into this story. It's pretty harsh, I know. Hope you enjoyed anyway.
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Summary // You thought your relationship was as special to him as it was to you. You thought he loved and cherished you as much as you loved and cherished him. But when his family leaves the Omatikaya and all he has to offer is âIâm sorryâ when you beg and plead for him to stay with you, you realize that you were so, so wrong about him. Heartbroken and defeated, a girl barely seventeen years old, you decide that you will never love again. After all, it hadnât meant anything to him. Years later and you are the best of the best. A strong warrior and an even better hunter, you provide for your people in every way except for a child to add to the next generation of Omatikaya people. They respect your wishes but you can hear the whispers. You can feel the concerned gazes from your parents, too old to conceive a sibling to make up for your lack of children. When he comes back, it throws you through a loop. Handsome, mighty, and different, he comes to you right away. But you promised yourself.
Warnings // Angst, a bit of stalker Neteyam, some fluff, mentions of drinking, heartbreak
Word count // 1,405
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7
What were you doing?
If someone could help you navigate your emotions, youâd accept the help immediately. Unfortunately, they were either busy fawning over Neteyam or doing their daily lifeâs work.
You found yourself attracted to Neteyam in a way that youâd never felt before. Your brain offered the possibility of manipulation, but Neteyam wasnât that kind of person.
Was he?
Before, you couldnât stand being near him. Not even for a minute. Now, you couldnât stand the thought of being far from him.
It was like your brain did a sudden 180 and you had no idea how to process your new feelings.
When you were near him, all you could do was eye his lips. You seemed to be sensitive to his rough, calloused hands that brushed against your soft skin occasionally.
At times, when you were alone, you could smell his musky masculine scent that only belonged to him. It danced on the breeze, teasing your senses, whispering of what you were beginning to want but couldnât allow yourself to have.
It wasnât until you got drunk at a feast that things progressed rather suddenly.
Neteyamâs arms wrapped protectively around you as he guided you back to your familyâs alcove, your feet dragging through the lush soft greenery all around you. You swayed around in his grasp, stumbling so many times that you couldnât help but wonder how he was keeping you upright.
âYâknow, I used ta hate yer guts,â you slurred as he guided you in and towards your sleeping mat.
âI know,â he responded dismissively, tucking you into the bed. Your hand slipped into his, your grip keeping him from leaving you just yet.
âI donâ hate you no more.â
His hairless eyebrows arched at that statement and you patted the mat beside you, letting him know you wanted him to sit with you. He did just that, sitting down while waiting for you to explain exactly what you meant.
âI canât stop lookinâ at you. Everythinâ is about you. I smell you everywhere. I feel you everywhere too. I canât go nowhere without you beinâ there.â
He was starting to grow confused now, brows scrunched together to make him look even cuter than he had looked before.
âCome here,â you instruct, pulling him down so that he was mere inches from your own. Your finger touched his lips, sliding down slowly to feel the plumpness of the soft skin beneath the pad of your thumb.
âYou broke my heart. So why do I⌠want to kiss you so much?â
You were drunk. Heavily drunk. But he couldnât help himself.
âIs that so?â he whispered as he leaned in a bit more, breath brushing softly against your own lips.
âYou want to kiss me? Well then, Y/n. Kiss me. Iâm right here.â
You didnât need any more prompting than that. Your fingers entangled in his hair, closing the distance as you press your lips against his. Lips parted and pressed against his own, you feel his tongue poke into your mouth, brushing lightly over your teeth before fighting for dominance with your own tongue.
Despite the passionate heat of the kiss, you do nothing more than that, as it satisfied your craving for his lips. The only downside to this moment of pure bliss was that your craving would come back with a vengeance.
When you woke with a thudding pain in your skull in the morning, you found yourself curled in his grasp, your head resting against his chest. You took a moment to just feel the steady rise and fall of his chest cavity, still half asleep and a little confused about whoâs lap you were in.
After a couple minutes of confusion, you finally gather the courage to look up at the owner of the lap and you squeak, jumping out of his lap. Your sudden movements startle him out of his sleep and he tilted his head to watch you with a silent curiosity.
âPlease tell me we didnât do anything,â you pleaded with him, watching as his tongue poked out to swipe over his thin lips.
âWell⌠we didnât do too much, if thatâs what you mean.â
You groan, hands falling to rest on your hips, gaze burning into his surprisingly calm eyes.
âYou know thatâs not what I meant. What happened last night?â
He stood up slowly, stretching out his body, and you canât help but find yourself entranced in the stretch of his ribs and chest, arms straight out in the air.
When he straightened, he smiled a lopsided grin at you, pushing some of the beaded braids behind his ear.
âYou confessed your feelings to me. How you really wanted to kiss me and how obsessed you currently are with me. I just went along with it. I told you to kiss me if you wanted to and you definitely wanted to. Thatâs about it, though. We didnât do anything else other than kiss. Now, some good breakfast will help you look a little less like youâve just seen Eywa herself.â
You ignore him, hand to your forehead as you paced, mumbling to himself.
âI-I didnât mean it! I was drunk and you know it!â
Neteyam canât help but smirk at your feeble attempt to explain what had taken course the night before. He moved to touch your wrist but you shied from his touch. Thatâs when he sighed. An impatient, exasperated sigh that only belonged to a parent with a difficult child.
âLook. I really donât mind it, Y/n. I kind of enjoyed it, actually.â
âOf course you would,â you snap back before you could stop it and a look of hurt flashed across his face for just a split second.
âNeteyam, I-â
âI have to go. I have a lot of things to do today. I hope you get some food. Take care of yourself, alright?â
He left before you could get another word in and you felt the sinking of your guilt deep in the pit of your stomach, your own words coming back to slap you in the face.
You shouldnât have been so harsh with him. It wasnât right of you to behave like that. He was only trying to help, after all.
Straightening your clothing and fixing your hair, you try to hold your head high, but it was no use with the shame of what youâd just done weighing heavy on your shoulders.
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He was avoiding you, leaving you feeling that guilt and shame wherever you went. You didn't know how to approach him, especially when he seemed to always disappear as you are coming to apologize.
This was what you wanted, right? For him to leave you alone so that you could live your life without heartbreak.
Right?
Something wasnât settling in your heart and, as you focused on what it could possibly, you realized that in trying to avoid more pain in the deepest cavities of your chest where your fickle little organ was, youâd broken your own heart.
Oh, the irony of this whole situation.
You were no quitter, though. He hadnât deserved your backlash and, as you sat and thought about everything that had happened since heâd come back home, youâd applied your knowledge to the situation at hand.
He had been trying his best to show you that you didnât have to be afraid that heâd do what heâd done in the past. Heâd changed and he was desperately trying to get that through your guarded mind in the best ways he could.
You had to apologize.
Working hard and planning carefully, you came up with a way to jump him so that he couldnât avoid you anymore. You were going to show him that youâd changed too. Youâd changed so much more since heâd come back to you and you needed him to see it too.
You werenât perfect. Not by a long shot. Emotions were hard to understand and, since youâd pushed them aside for so long, you didnât know the slightest thing about how to interpret your own.
You just hoped that heâd understand that too. You had to make him understand that you were like one of those earth flowers. The rose. You had so many thorns and each one hurt more than the last. You needed someone to smooth out the sharp points of your heart and mind. And he was the person you needed.
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young Al anon again, when I mean Dom. I meant horrid cocky piece of shit 20 year old Alex being merciless because he sees the reader as just a groupie from his new fame
xxi. your band is all the rage
alex turner x reader
word count: 6348
summary: Glastonbury festival (2007) was here, you and your friends adventure into the festival, but on the way you get lost, and you run into the boy that was taped to your bedroom walls (fwn! Alex) you didn't expect what would happen next...
warnings: sp*t, or*al, dr*gs, alc*ohl, degr*ting
song recommendation: paper planes by M.I.A
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The lingering pre-euphoric feeling of being in Glasto watching and hearing your favorite band live with your most real friends, drinks being poured down your throat like water, and breathing pot smoke like part of the oxygen was magical, it would be hard to forget this year, you recently moved to London for college living in a little flat with your two best friends, and a small puppy that was like your son, staying up late and sleeping until the next day, you had saved up enough for Glasto, all the money that was for the rent ended up in there, but it was worth it, the muddy boots, thick leather jackets, long belts, short skirts, and broken tights, busted knees.
"For fucks sake!" You screamed trying to find a signal in the middle of the field, looking so lost and silly with your arm up high in the sky all stressed up, you had lost your friends after Amy Winehouse went up the stage, and you spend hours trying to find them, and you began to feel worried, and paranoid, the whole day you were stuck together like glue, but then drinks swung one after the other and you were pissed throughout the concerts and suddenly you were alone singing with Amy, somehow you managed to find a spot with one bar of weak signal, you choose to follow that signal until it was getting stronger which let you thru some bushes in the darkness you battled your way out, you walked for a few moments depending on your phone's light for illumination until somehow, you managed to find the camp where everyone who headlined was, you sneaked around when you saw some security walking around the place, you sneaked your way thru some bushes until you found reception again, the trailer that you were hiding behind, for your luck had the door unlocked and you hide from security.
"Shit, shit, shit..." You whispered over and over again, as you tripped over something that knocked you to the table, the moment the lights went on your heart dropped to your stomach as your paths crossed with none other than the boy with a shaggy and short haircut that you've been crazy about for years wearing some denim jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, the one with his face all over your room, you looked for him in magazines and in person he looked just like a normal human.
"Um... excuse me... who are you looking for?" He was alone with his eyes a bit swollen and his hair made a mess as if he had just woken up and was trying to decipher wether he was dreaming you or not, you didn't realize how stupid you were by going inside the trailer, face red, you looked everywhere and anywhere for a quick answer since your brain couldn't develop one.
"I- um..." You awkwardly giggle, "I'm just lookin' for my mates, I lost them or they lost me... I-I dunno... I-I'm sorry I should go, I'm such a prick" Your knees were bruised, but you managed to get yourself up and fix your dress.
"But... how did you get here?" He said, looking at you like you were the dumbest person alive.
His eyes roam your body with no shame, his breathing short as he sees the way your mouth moves as you speak, how your eyes have this little sparkle whenever he looks at you, and how you couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second, your brain taking pictures of his faces, "That's a good question, I've been wondering that myself too... I just found a little bit of reception here, and-"
He clears out his throat cutting you off, "You know what? It don't matter... you can stay, just don't go inside anyone's trailer like that again doll, you can get in serious trouble" He called you a doll, and you smiled to yourself at the fact that Alex fucking Turner had called you a doll, "Want a drink?" Holly fuck, you cursed into your head.
"Sure... yeah that'll be cool" You walked around the monkeys trailer as Alex turned on his blender, throwing on some ice in two cups, all the things that you wanted to say, and scream simply couldn't be spilled out of your mouth as your mind took pictures of every bit of the messy trailer, you could spot Matt's drumsticks, and Nick's bass, you were more than excited when you saw Jamie's owl strap hanged in the settee, and when your eyes ran across Alex's little hard covered open notebook, you wanted to read it so badly.
"Margaritas!" He handed you over a cool red plastic cup, sitting beside you on his olive green settee, "Cheers, love" He watched you pour his margarita down your mouth with the biggest look of relief, he smiled, eying you up and down from the side, you bet you were looking dirty and sweaty, your dress didn't hide much of your body, it made your legs longer with your gold dress and leather belt around your hips, with your dirty rain boots, and your trashed eyeliner with gold sparkles on your eyelids, but not only was your face that captivated him, your smooth legs with bleeding bumps on them, if he looked more higher he could see your pair of black knickers.
"Fuck, I never thought this would happen..." You admitted, pushing your hands through your hair, the palm of your hand on your forehead.
"What?" He leaned in closer.
You sighed looking down at your cup because you couldn't look at his face for long, "It's my first festival" You said with a smile, "Well it's our first festival, and I dunno... I saw this coming but I was hoping it wouldn't happen, losing all of my girls just like that" You snapped your fingers.
"This is what happens when you give young girls more booze than they can handle" He chuckled while you awkwardly laughed at his comment, maybe that was his sense of humor, he saw you smiling so he took that as a sign that you were getting into him, his body began to close the space between yours very slowly, leaning in, "To be honest, I'm sort of glad you crashed here," His arm rested on the head of the couch, his fingers lightly touching your shoulder, "To finally have someone that's easy to talk to" You smiled not quite sure to take what he said as a compliment but you politely took what he said as something possibly positive.
"Well... thank you," You said, smiling and resting your head on his hand, his fingers intertwined with your hair, you felt embarrassed about the way you had rudely woke him up just a few minutes ago, you thought it was the right moment to apologize since he had gone quiet, but what he did was admiring your face, "When I... crashed here, where you asleep?" You asked kindly, he nodded his head, "I'm sorry for waking you up" His hand pats your thigh gently, and you look at him in the eyes, and he shrugs with a smile.
"I'm happy you did though, I dunno why but whenever I'm 'bout to play at any festival I just have terrible nightmares, then you came and I thought I was still dreaming" You blushed at the comment, even if it was a clichĂŠ, he was just as you imagined he would be, sweet and shy, handsome as well with a touch of cockiness for some spice, you noticed he wasn't as smooth sometimes when it came to flirting but at least he didn't say anything stupid, he was a dork.
"What was it about?" He shrugged smiling to himself again, he stared into your eyes, something in them thrilled you when they shine.
"About me shoes...." You both break into laughter, he sees that familiar spark in your eyes, your smile charming him, so he decides to leave behind his shyness and take a chance with you, "Can I tell you summat?" You nodded, "This is me first Glasto too, so why don't we make it unforgettable together?" Your head raised when he proposed you to stay with him, his hand landing on your knee.
"You reckon?" He said yes with his head, "Really?"
"Yeah, I can write your girls on the list, we'll have a party after the show ends," With no doubt, you said yes, "You're welcome..." You told him your name and you heard him say it back at you with a smile, you pinched yourself to prove that you weren't dreaming this, but this was real, Alex Turner knows about your existence and asked you to stay with him.
"I don't think I need an introduction, right?" You giggled saying no, "Right then, follow me doll, we're almost up" He put your margarita down, and grabbed your hand turning off the lights of his trailer and grabbed a black coat on the way out, on the walk backstage he never dropped your hand, properly holding it, fingers intertwined, his hand soft, and his fingertips bumpy and thick, you went thru the woods his hand gripping yours tightly until you were at the back of the big pyramid, it was so strange looking at it from that angle but it was still magnificent, there was a big white tent right next to the stage, security stopped you and Alex before going inside.
"She's with me, we also have more people coming with us," Out of his pocket he took out his wallet, sliding some money into the palm of his hand, the big man that was twice the size of you and Alex, nodded his head.
"Names" That's the only thing he said, you wrote them down on a piece of ripped paper he gave you and went inside with ease, the place was poorly illuminated but you recognized everyone, your pulse speeding up when you saw that iconic 60's bee hive black hair of hers, walking towards you with her black tank top, leather belt around her waist and beautiful red skirt and her big eyeliner.
"Aye, kiddo!" Amy approached the both of you with a cigarette trapped between her teeth, "It's wild out there, I just wanted to tell you to have fun, it's big and I'm sure after this you lots will only go up and up" She blew the smoke at your face, you were honored, "And who is this?" She greets you with a big friendly hug and kiss on your cheek, you tell her your name and she scans you up and down, "You look very fit"
You internally screamed, "You were amazing out there, me and my gals were-"
"Meh, a bit shit," She said making you laugh, "But have a nice night, I'll see you at the party right?" She repeated your name and you were only able to nod your head and she said goodbye to you, walking to her trailer with her security.
"Shit, I can't believe that just happened" You covered your mouth, "Amy, just... bloody hell" Alex laughed along with you.
"I know, big fan as well, she's just lovely... come to meet the rest" The rest? you were about to enter into a coma if you met the rest, "There's a signal here as well" Shit, you forgot about that, you walked away for a moment phoning your girls.
"Chelsea?" You yelled, there was a lot of noise but when she said your name you were relieved, "You won't believe what just happened but I'm in the back of the fucking pyramid with Arctic Monkeys and I just fucking saw Amy!" Your friend began yelling like a little child but you managed to explain to her how to get there, "Find Gracie," She promised you she would and to phone you when she was there, you finished the call, and Alex waved his hand at you with a big smile, you ran to meet him, your heart rate speeding when you saw the rest of the guys together.
He pulled you in, his arm around your waist, sticking your body next to his, and introducing you to the guys, "Lovely to meet you" Nick said hugging you and padding your back, Matt and Jamie did as well, and Katie who's Jamie's girlfriend gave you a big hug.
"Finally, a girl! I was tired of all of that testosterone and cologne" Katie pulled you away from Alex, "You don't mind if I steal her away from you for a couple of minutes, do you Al?" He looks at you and back at Katie, she practically had already claimed you.
"Mmm, just don't take long, I want her to see our set" Katie raised her beer and nodded.
"Sure you do... come" She grabbed your hand pulling you to a corner, "I've been dying to fix my hair and makeup!" She said, "Do you mind holding your light and my purse?"
"Oh, no, not at all!" You held your phone up, as she took her lip gloss and mirror out from her little Prada purse, "Shit, I don't know where my bag is" Her laughter was contagious, you were put at ease by her presence.
"You're lovely, do you mind?" She gave you her mirror and you held it up for her as she fixed some gloss on her lips, and some powder on her face, patting it gently on her nose and under her eyes, "Here, have some too," She pats it into your face, taking out some of your runny makeup with her fingers, she put some pinkish lipstick on your cheeks and her cheeks, lastly applying more gloss on your mouth, "Done, let's go back before Al yells at us" Your phone began to buzz like crazy.
"That was fast, my mates are here, I'll be back" She held your hand, she was compromised not to leave your side.
"I'm coming with you" She quickly put her things back in place and ran with you to the entrance hand in hand pushing everyone away with a lot of 'excuse me' and 'sorry', you hugged both of your girls tightly, all of you relieved you were back together, all in one piece.
"Fuckin' hell, where did you guys go?! You left me!" You yelled at them and Chelsea hugged you so hard your lungs ran out of air.
"Gracie saw me running to the bushes to throw up and then we lost you, and then she lost me but I'm fine now!" When Chelsea got drunk she acted like that, that's how your friend was and more than being mad at her you were happy that now you were together.
"Girls, this is Katie!" Katie kindly hugged the girls and all of them already knew who Katie Downs was, the rockstar model girlfriend, a goddess to many girls, all of you looked out to her for pulling Jamie Cook, and now when you went back inside, and saw Alex with that evil cocky smile on his face you could tell he was looking at you shamelessly, when you walk into the room it was hard for Alex to not picture those black knickers falling to your ankles, and that dress to the floor, or your bruised knees getting new ones, you were something else, and Alex wanted you, when he saw you so messy, and so sexy, he just wanted to get to see more of you, get a peek of what was behind that dress.
This time when he saw you, his arm possesively around your lower back, his hand falling to your hip gripping it tight and playing with the studs on your belt. Chelsea quickly caught up on him and the way he was whispering things to your ear and making you laugh, his nose taking a sniff of your scent, he was desperate for the party to come.
"Monkeys!" The staff announced, and Matt alongside Nick were the first to go running up the stairs. Before Jamike walked in, he pulled Katie to a dark corner in the staircase to kiss her deeply gripping her sides tightly, you and Alex crossed looks with each other as you saw them kissing, you blushed when Alex pulled you away to a dark corner before he came up the stairs, caging you in between his arms.
"Aren't you gonna wish me some luck?" One of his hands dropped to your ass gripping it lightly, he bit his bottom lip with a smudge smile, looking at you needy like a teenager, you smiled, taking a step close and kissing his cheek.
"Good luck Al" That's all you said, his smile was quick to come off when he didn't get what he wanted, you could see it crystal clear but you wouldn't let that man go without something to hold on to, you grabbed his hand stopping him, "I'm not done with you yet..."
"Alex!" They yelled but he ignored them when you put his hands on your lower back, your arms wrapping around the back of his head, living a lingering kiss on his mouth, opening it to slip your tongue inside his mouth, his hand went up to your neck, his grip loose around it but his thumb caressed your skin, you took your lips off from his mouth, and he leaned in for more, but you attacked his neck nibbling on his skin, and whispering in his ear, "Would you sing one for me, Al?" Your eyes tender, he smiled and gave you a peck.
"Mmm, yeah babe... just wait for me, I'll show you summat else after I wrap it up here, enjoy the show" He went back with the rest, all of their heads turning to you and Alex, of course, they knew what was going on but you couldn't care less.
"Be careful" Chelsea said, she was more rational than Gracie who was more boy obsessed, she loved boys so much that she, of course, would support your decision to stay with Alex, "You know rockstars, they hit it, lit it and quit it," You hummed as a yes, you were cornered, in the wonder, would it be worth it to spend the night with Alex or to hit and run before he does that to you?
The crowd screams wildly as they see them walk onto the stage, without saying a word they begin to play, everyone recognizes the song in the very first strum of his bronco, and the crowd sings the lyrics along with Alex.
"So who's that girl there? I wonder what went wrong so that she had to run the streets she don't do major credit cards"
As the show settles down after the first song ends, the next no one begins back to back, Alex shared his excitement with the chanting crowd you were dancing and jumping thru the whole gig, "We'd like to play a cover for you Glastonbury, ladies and gentlemen, it's like I said before, you know it only happens once...we're fucking like thrilled, thrilled and we just wanted ...like make it out for everyone to have a good time you know?"
He kept smiling whenever he looked at you in certain lyrics that he dedicated to you when he sang 'Diamonds Are Forever', you had no words to describe how euphoric you felt when you turned 18 you thought your life as a teenage girl was over but you still feel like that young girl that hopelessly wore her heart on her sleeve, when Alex looks at you, a fire in your belly spreads wildly, you couldn't control it, you wanted to be all over him, you didn't care anymore, it was pure young lust, and it was something he wasn't hiding either. At that moment, when he saw thousands of people waving their arms, chanting, clapping, jumping, and throwing themselves, the monkeys felt that they'd made it, all of them had an itch inside their tummies, and all of them could feel it in each other, this was it, this is their moment, this is when they begin.
Alex's lips leaned in closer to the microphone, announcing the next song, "This is called 'Leave Before The Lights Come On' ladies and gentlemen.... and I should stop saying ladies and gentlemen, that must be about the fourteenth time" He quickly turned to see if he had made you laugh, he knew he had embarrassed himself in front of thousands of people but when he saw you smiling he felt fine.
[...]
His intentions were clear, right as he came down from the stage bathed in sweat his hands landed on your hips, there was a spark in his eyes that was hard to control, that fresh concert euphoric bliss that had his eyes so deeply dilated, that angst he couldn't control like an itch on the roof of his mouth, he couldn't console, he wanted to do you and only you.
"Mate, everyone's going to Lily's tent, we'll see you there, reyt?..." Matt said, Alex just nodding focusing your eyes on you.
"Shit, Chelsea and Grace!" Little did you know that they were also hooking their selves with the guys from Fratellis, specially Chelsea as you imagined, you turned to look at Alex and you fetched them.
"Lily's... now" That's the only thing you said but everyone was gonna be back in the trailers of course, either way you managed to get them all, including Kasabian, Fratellis, Amy, and The Killers were there too, you were baffled by the amount of people you met and all the pictures you took with each of them, but it didn't take long until you had to get out for a necessary cigarette break.
Just when you had relaxed and sat on your legs to enjoy your cigarette you heard someone say, "There you were" Your heart speeds when you see Alex, and you quickly stand up and keep smoking.
"I lost you, with all of those girls in there... I thought you had forgotten about me," You said with a hint of annoyance, he nudged his head to the side and said no.
"I'm not finished with you yet... I could have all of them and you know that, right?" That was very hard to accept but who were you kidding? He was right, then he took your cigarette away, pulling you in and pressing your body against him so you could feel how hard he was, he blew the smoke into your mouth wrapping you up in a poisonous and addictive kiss, "Don't flatter yourself" Your cheeks painted dark red without you noticing it, he grabbed your hand and let your way to his camper, both of you knew exactly how things were going to go down.
Alex couldn't wait any longer both getting excited by the anticipation, the ride to his campsite was too far for him, his need for you was too hard, and he needed to get it out of his system, the kiss was enough to get him hooked, he couldn't get you out of his head the whole gig, and the euphoria, and the bliss, and you... he knew you were more than willing, he pulled you to a bench, settling you on top of him.
He pulled your face to his, slipping his tongue inside you the moment your lips parted to kiss him, his hands gripping your ass tightly, your dress riding up to your hips and that was enough for him to take advantage of, feeling your smooth skin and digging his nails into your ass, you sighed when that piece of thin fabric in your body rubbed against the roughness of his blue denim jeans, "Quite needy" You whispered, at that moment he thrusts his hips, you felt that piece of hard meat coming in direct contact with you, your underwear was so thin, you could feel him entirely.
"You couldn't expect for you to just leave me like that, now do you?" He chocked, "I know what you want" His eyes look down to his bulging boner, you oblige, knees on the ground, your hands on his jeans, stroking him, but he already had figured out exactly what to do with you in his mind, he quickly unbuckled his belt, he didn't want to waste more time while you just wanted to warm him up and tease him to get him more worked up, he took out his cock from his belt your eyes widening at the size, you looked up at him, he was impatient pulling your head down to his cock.
Your mouth closed around him but barely did anything, a big sigh of relief left his lips, and you smiled your eyes coming in contact with his, "I don't have all night" He said demandingly, you began to gather up a steady pace, sucking hard but not going too fast, swirling your tongue around his red tip, while your hand strokes the rest of his dick, "Are you gonna blow me or what? You're wasting me time"
He pulled your head back and your hands gripped his thighs to not let him go, "No, no! Wait... I'm sorry" Here you were, down on your knees being the one that apologized to him because you weren't doing a good enough job in Alex's eyes, but he still had a little trace of goodness, and the chances of him treating you more like shit would make you better, he could see how hard you tried, how much you wanted to please him, he wouldn't let down a chance like this, a girl that would beg to suck his dick.
"Sorry won't make me cum, just get down you fuckin' cunt" You leaned in forward, pushing your hair behind your ears, sliding his cock down your throat, he chocked out a groan, his whole body relaxing on the bench, and sighed and said, "Fuckin' finally..." You tried your best to keep your breathing steady, but you couldn't stop gagging around him, his size too thick, you drew some of his cock back, going back to rimming his cock with your tongue, he pulled your head back, and your mouth drooling, "Hey, is this your first time sucking a dick, you lazy whore? Don't act like you can't do better than just gag," Sliding back your comments about his arrogance you took him in.
Alex moaned as he kept watching you suck him more harshly, your cheeks hollowed the outline of his cock could be seen on your cheek, the exaggerated moans that fell from his mouth could tell you than more than enjoying your warm, wet, and greedy mouth he enjoyed himself, he only saw you as that, as something he could use to play with, to make himself feel higher, more confident, and you liked that, you liked how much he enjoyed himself so you began to do the same, your hand sliding down in between your legs, and it was obvious, you were soaking wet by now, you enjoyed giving him head so much, him fucking your mouth like it was your pussy, and possibly spilling his cum down your throat, and how much of an asshole he was with you, how little value he gave to you, it pushed you to be wilder, to try harder, to not be scared of him being more rough, you could vividly picture him fucking you, your walls contracting around nothing by the thought, your clit swollen from rubbing it in harsh circles, the vibration of your moaning making him moan louder and louder, he smiled when he saw you touching yourself.
"You're a dirty little slut touching yourself like that, you like how I feel in your mouth huh?" He asked, "You'll like it more when I fill it up" You moaned loudly as your fingers slid in easily, your fingers fucking your hole harder, "You dirty fuck, I'm gonna fuck your mouth until you can't breathe" He pulled your head down, gathering your hair into a ponytail, thrusting his hips, your screams muffled by his cock, you couldn't stop him, he had lost it the moment you kissed him, and now you were paying for it.
Then, the moment you heard people approaching Alex quickly drew back his cock from your mouth, putting it back inside his boxers and zipping up his jeans, he grabbed your hand picked you up from the ground, and dragged you around the tent, behind a three, both of you could hear the music close, and at any moment, anyone could see you two together and that was so thrilling, it's not like he cared, but he wanted to remain some things private, he leans in forward slowly, backing you up against the tree cupping your cheeks, "Kiss me" You closed the space between you and his body, at first he enjoyed the deep kiss, tasting your warm mouth, something about you was quite addictive, you didn't know if it might be the tiniest trace of nicotine or the fact that he just wanted to feel your insides more than just wanting a simple blow.
Alex flips you, face against the tree, his hands dropping to your hips pulling them forward, "Are your little fantasies coming true? You can't lie to me, I knew you were thinking of summat like this... just wanting me inside you this whole time... and you didn't say anything..." You heard the sound of his zipper coming down, you gripped the wood tighter as Alex pushed your dress up to your back, he finally saw what was underneath your golden dress, that thin pair of black knickers, he pushed them aside, and pressed his fingers down on your clit making you sigh, he smiled to himself gathering up a slow tempting pace.
"You're such..." You were cut off the moment his fingers finally made their way into your panties.
"Such a what?" You couldn't stop gasping as his fingers began to fuck your hole more vigorously, deeper, you couldn't stop moaning his name out loud, even if you tried, he filled you up to the top, your legs losing balance, "Such a good fuck, babe?" You whined when he took himself out of you, rimming his dick on your cunt, spreading your wetness all over it.
"Mhm" You whimpered, the tip of his cock was used to rub your weakest spot in circles, you could feel him smiling to himself, whatever happened to that 19-year-old boy that won your heart with his shyness in his interviews, reserved, quiet, a sweet kind smile, now he was all over you, treating you like a trashy whore, but you loved it, it boosts his ego, but nobody had seen this part of Alex Turner, or even felt it, "You are Alex" You whimpered.
"Be quiet sweetheart, or they'll hear you..." He enters you and keeps fucking you like a doll, pressed against you so tight you were seeing the stars in the black sky shining like diamonds, reflecting in your eyes, you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach, his lips pressed against your neck, sucking on it harder to leave his little stamp, his mark, "I bet everyone would be glad to know you got fucked by me..." You didn't know how did he have the strength to keep talking to you while he fucked your insides so good. His lips were so soft against your skin, his cock reaches to a place that covered your flesh in goosebumps, his nose tickling your nape, his hands gripping your tits, squishing them together, kneading them.
"Oh... Alex," You gasp, he had such a delicious rhythm that burned your body and his, the tension making the air thicker, harder and harder for you to catch your breathing, you trembled, your cheeks burning hot as your pussy only got wetter, and nipples got hard.
"I felt that... tell me what it is..." He drawled, but you couldn't sound a syllable, you grabbed his hand, sliding down in between your legs, your back arched as his fingers press down on your clit, your head on his shoulder, your long neck so beautiful in his eyes, his other hand chocked your neck, he kissed you as best as he could, rubbing your clit harder as he feels you contracting, your pussy made a mess, wetting your inner thighs, feeling those tickles, and his dick was pushed deep inside you, only to make you finish all over him, your eyes turning white gasping for some air, making you feel lightheaded, and he let go of your neck before you passed out, but you were sure it wasn't because you couldn't breathe, it was because he fucked you so well, "Now is my turn..." He gathered up a giddy pace, so fast that the sound of his hips colliding against your body sounded like applause, your ass turning tender and soft like a piece of dough, he was coming to an end, and so did you for the second time, he pushed himself harder, "Cum all over me cock, you dirty cunt... fuckin' do it" He flicked your clit and you came again, not being able to stand on your feet any longer, he pulled out of you fast to cum on your back, the warm fluid dripping down your hips and bum, "Shit, shit... oh fuck" He gave himself a few strokes to squeeze everything out when he opened his eyes again he began to panic a bit, he researched in his jeans for something to clean you up.
You quietly giggled and kicked your panties off your feet, "Just use these" You panted, he grabbed them and he pushed his lips together.
"But I'm gonna ruin them" He pouts, you wave it off and he cleans up your back, once he is done, you take your coat off, wrapping it around your waist, he feels bad about it, and you can see it on his face, "What's wrong?"
"Ruined a sexy pair of knickers," Your fingers brushed the hairs on his forehead, and you kindly smiled at him, pecking his lips.
"It was for a good cause," You made him laugh, and it was the silliest, sweetest, and most contagious laugh ever, you've heard it before on the radio when they interviewed them, but it was nothing like real life, "Besides, I always keep a spare on my purse" He pushed his eyebrows together, smiling, his smile was the one that made your insides melt.
"Now I'm curious to see what's inside that magical purse of yours," You looked at him with a hint of sadness in your eyes, knowing that maybe it was time for you to go your separate ways as you walked together, but at least for today, he didn't want you to just disappear, so he grabbed your hand and you walked back together, you found a bathroom in the way where you could change, and he waited patiently outside for you, telling your how sorry he was over and over, but you truly didn't care.Â
You had the time of your life, partying with him and the monkeys, Lilly Allen had turned the party into a costume party, you saw Alex changing into a green dinosaur onesie, drinking beer, and dancing with you dressed like an angel, with sparkles in your eyes and a white dress that Amy lend you in exchange for your golden dress, you kept dancing and drinking until the sunrise with him, smoking some weed with him and Matt in the back, Alex played with you, he stuck with you throughout the whole night, pinching your bum, kissing the back of your head, but mostly he spent most of the time craving the taste of your mouth, kissing you with angst and possession since there was another guy, James from Klaxons that wanted to kiss you, he wouldn't leave you alone, both of you felt like you were flying like planes running and rolling around the grass watching the sun peek behind the giant pyramid. And then, your memory went blank, you had woken up from the floor with your knees and elbow bleeding, blood on your wings and broken fishnets, Chelsea lying on your thighs and Gracie hugging you close, you glanced at your clock, it was 8 in the morning, you woke Chelsea and Gracie up, taking them with Jamie and Katie who kindly gave them water and some food, then you had another worry, it was Alex.
"Have you guys seen Alex anywhere?" You slurred to Jamie and Katie, then Jamie grabbed Katie's hand and went outside with you, you heard the sound of Alex's grunts, and you followed them until you saw him wrestling James in the mud with his dinosaur onesie, his eyes just as red as yours, "Alex!" James was in the mud and Alex quickly went running back to you zigzagging, you couldn't help but laugh so hard it knocked you to the floor, your body and head still felt light, he laid down next to you staining your costume with mud, "What the fuck, Alex?"
"That fucker wanted to kiss you!" Alex's voice sounded a pinch higher when he was drunk, he was annoyed that you kept laughing, "What? He needed to know that you're mine, he can't kiss you"
"So brave!" You teased him, cuddling close to him, "How much grass did we smoke? Jesus... I'm so tired" You turn your head to look at him but he is already staring at your lips, stealing a kiss from you.
"We could go back to the trailer," He pinched your chin, his thumb caressing it gently, and a smile crawled to your lips.
"You're not that tired, are you?" He said no with his head, his hands sneaking to pinch your bum, making you giggle like a child and blush hard.
"I'll do everything, you just have to lay down... and look pretty just like now" He kissed your temple, piggybacking you back to the trailer, closing the door shut.
A/NÂ
Happy Alex Turner day everyone! đ
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A day had passed since you met connie in the auditorium of your physics class, and since you didnt have that class everyday, you decided it would be the best spend time in the library getting a head start on a paper. Your fingers quickly moved along your purple keyboard, eyes focused on the screen making sure to not accidentally delete the second page of your assignment. You were good at focusing but the bald boy wouldnât stop crossing your mind. âhmâ you thought to yourself while picking at the piece of paper with his number on it. It took everything in you to not give in and text him last night, but you stayed strong. Your focus shifted back on your paper determined to finish at least three pages as you thought of treating yourself to Starbucks and catching up on your favorite game, the Sims. âI wonder how heâs holding up in class without meâ ..
~ he wasnât holding up at all actually.
Connie grew restless shifting uncomfortably in his seat waiting for you to enter the large metal auditorium doors, he expected a brown head held up high, looking right at him with big eyes that could easily hypnotize anyone, but instead, he was met with the beady rat eyes of a bald, barley blonde old man. His grey tuxedo was made with that itchy string like material, and his black bow tie sat tightly around his fat red neck. He looked as old as time, and the wrinkles on his face made his lizard like face, made it no prettier. Disappointed, Connie continued to reminisce about yesterday. It was too soon to start missing someone he barley communicated with, he just met you and shared more words on paper with you than he did using his mouth. He couldnât help but regret not searching you down like a hound yesterday when he had the chance.Not making his situation any better, his friends noticed how antsy Connie was and Connie could already smell their lame ass jokes. âDamn connie, you whipped over a girl you just met? You think you alecia keys or somethingâ Jean asked, opening a Poland spring water bottle and putting it to his lips, when he was suddenly met with a fist in his stomach, causing him to choke. âBro donât piss me off, circus pony lookin ass, you just mad cus she noticed me and not your long headed ass.â he said mugging Jean who had tears running down his face, holding his stomach from from the pain now doubling over on his chair.â Well fuck you tooâ he said slapping the back of Connieâs head, the sound echoed through the room making the brunette girl laugh.
âSasha i know your big ass not laughingâ connie said turning around abruptly âmy fault gangâ a deadpan looked shot across her face as she put her hands up,âno need to be mean best friendâ she said patting his shoulder gently. âSomebody pissed in his Henny this morningâ Eren mumbled while finishing the last of his brownie. âYou taking edibles at 10 in the morningâŚdid you even drink tea?â â why so sassy bro? we didnât tell your girlfriend to skip classâ A dark skin boy said putting his pre-rolled blunt in the Calvin Klein pouch that rested over his shoulder. âwhatever man..â Connie was stressed, and school was no help, everything reminded him of you, he thought every girl with the same orange purse you had on yesterday could have been you, and scanned every room he entered for your black curls, the deep coconut infused scent of vanilla he noticed when you sat in front of him seemed to be everywhere, he smelled it so much that he thought he was going crazy. So when his friend group mentioned a kickback they were throwing, just for some close friends, he hoped desperately that you would be there. After all it was his life long best friend Sashaâs idea, and she did it because she hasnât seen connie so strung on a girl in years..literally since his freshman year of high school, and what type of friend would she be if she didnât use her stalking skills to get her friend the girl of his dreams?
She walked into the library holding her phone and computer, sitting next to a girl with grey leggings and a black essentials hoodie. Her nike socks were stretched a over her ankles,bringing out her Military style retro Jordans.
Her puff was slightly covered by her hoodie while the top still peeked out,and her head rested on her arms on the table, it would be awkward to sit directly next to a sleeping person, so she mindfully placed a chair across from her, began to work. âokay, so mystery girl probably lives in the dorms, imma check the residents list firstâ she mumbled to herself as the familiar scent of coconut and vanilla swarmed her nose. She furrowed her brows as she lowered the computer screen in front of her, which dimmed the light on her brightened face, the sleeping girl sat up and stretched, picking up the paper on the table and placing it into her pocket. âis that her?â Sasha didnât have time to question herself, but she did question the girl. âUm excuse me?â she said softly, âIâm sorry if i woke you up but like..arenât you the pretty girl from my physics class yesterday?â as you stopped packing yourself up and looked at her you remembered the brown haired girl who waved to you ,âyou didnât wake me up girlâ you smiled, face stretching as a yawn crept out. âoh shit yea i remember youuu whats your insta i wanna be friendsâ you said pulling your phone out happily. âdamn i love her alreadyâ Sasha thought to herself almost forgetting about the link up, âOh! my friends and I are having a kickback later, and i wanted you to come, ill text you the details okay boo?â Your face lit up quickly and you mentally screamed, you had been waiting for this moment for what felt like your whole life, and trusted the girl even though you didnât know her name, so it wasnât a surprise that you showed up in your best âi put dat shit onâ outfit.
Walking into the house, the heavy scent of weed filled your nose, âdamn i hope i donât smell like an eighth after i leave this shitâ you texted your best friend Serenity who laughed at your remark. Your light blue jean skirt hugged your waist and barley covered your ass, as the tied black and white, printed baby tee revealed the curve in your back slightly. Your brand new dior converse glistened as it reflected against the light, your small silver Telfar stood pretty around your chest, separating your breasts. Your curly hair was in the same puff from earlier and silver jewelry adorned your ears,neck, nose, arms, and belly button, you love you some jewelry. Greeted by the brunette, which you now know as Sasha, the rest of the crew said their hellos and you made your way to Connie who was occupied talking to some dudes. Eyes looking up, tongue still on the half rolled blunt, a smile didnât even creep on his face,it flew naturally into its rightful place. He stood up walking to you, spliff in hand and now all perfectly rolled up. His excitement got ahead of him, he didnât want to seem desperate which he was, so he pretended to dust of his jeans and slow his pace. âWassup y/nâ he said giving you a side hug, âhey connieâ you said taking in his scent, he smelled so sexy, your panties dropped right then and there. âi heard Sasha invited you?â he asked as he motioned for you to follow him,âyou drink?â he asked pointing towards the Smirnoff pack resting in the cooler. You grabbed one and leaned on the kitchen counter, heart racing in your chest.
You both talked for what seemed like an hour, mingling with the main group and then finding your way back to connie, you werenât wasted but felt a buzz from the alcohol and weed, making you a little more impulsive than usual. âhey connie, can i call you con?â you asked innocently, the look in your eye made his body stiffen âof courseâ he said softly, as soft as he possibly could, you looked so delicate and gentle, and was surprised when your staring contest was forced to an end as you stepped closer to him, tugging on his shirt slightly to reach his level, and kissed him. The taste or alcohol mixed with the sweet vanilla taste of your lipgloss, the kiss deepened as his tongue swiftly moved against your bottom lip asking for an entrance, you felt like only you two were in your own universe. Sasha nudged her friend Mikasa who looked up over the kitchen counter and at your make-out session. âSasha you need to make this fucker pay you for your elite servicesâ she giggles dapping Sasha up. You slyly pulled away from the kiss getting all shy, and stated quietly â i want a little more privacy..can we do this somewhere else?â You hoped to go all the way for the first time with Connie, but the reminder of the pudge that sat in front of you almost made you change your mind. You simply decided that if he really liked you, he would deal with all of you, even the parts that you disliked. So as you hesitantly followed connie to an empty room, you sucked up all your fear and hoped for the best.
The night was everything but over.
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~ SWTD: Still Here AU Season 2 Part 8: ~
How it Began Part 1:
So, this one is rather graphic. It's not as graphic as turning into a Shape Monster, but this chapter is violent.
TW: Violence. Blood. Vomit. Derogatory Term.
August 27th, 1975.
Cheers roared through the wooden walls of the Saddle Inn, followed by the banging of hands against the bar and tables. The noise blocked out the radio that had just announced the Celtic football team won 2-0 to Aberdeen. Smoke filled the air, and peanut wrapping littered the sticky wooden floors from the cheap beers and cider.
Amongst the crowd, Caz stood by the toilet. He carelessly swigged the rest of his drink, dripping down his chin and onto his denim jacket, gasped loudly with pleasure, and put the glass down for the barman to collect. The Saddle Inn was their local, and football always brought people together. That and Suze didn't want a screaming pair of roasters waking the girls up at ten o'clock on a school night. Roy stumbled out of the toilet, zipping his pocket up to hide his insulin. Neither were drunk, compared to practically everyone else.
'Alright, Roy. Ready to go?'
'Right,' Roy groaned, trying to stretch his back. 'Let's get you home.'
The pair didn't take in anyone's faces and lightly pushed themselves through the crowd, who had slowly begun to settle down from the hype of the game. A figure dressed in a brown jacket, baige shirt, orange scarf, and blue bell-bottom jeans stepped in front of the pair, stopping them in their tracks. A face they did know. Billy Chamberlain. His eyes were glossy and red, movements uncoordinated, and he stank of the half-glass of beer he held in his hand. He stared at Caz with a neutral look that suddenly turned into annoyance. Unknowingly, he spilt the rest of his drink onto the floor and his shoe. Billy straightened his back and approached.
'Caz.' His speech was slurred. 'Good to see you, me old geezer.' Roy gave Billy a quick glance. He could see himself from four years ago in him. Was that how he was when he was near the bottom of the barrel? Caz was already uncomfortable, but for the sake of just leaving, he played along.
'You alright, Billy? Yer lookin' a bit peely wally.' Which he always did. With pale skin and bags under his eyes, he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. Billy looked at Roy and leaned forward, resting a hand on Caz's shoulder, who could feel his nails trying to dig into his skin. If he was looking for a reaction, it didn't work. Carefully, he moved his prying hand away, but Billy tried to cling onto his jacket.
'Ah. Roy. I was in your spot once, big man.' There was a sense of venom in his tone underneath the forced smile. 'It's not bad being Caz's mucker, aye?' Roy didn't answer. He was put off by Billy's confidence. 'But, soon, you'll be a no-nothing to him.' Caz quickly pulled away, staying between his current and former friend.
'Have a good one, Billy.'
But Billy wasn't going to let him leave. 'It's a shame, Caz. I followed you everywhere, and you pushed me aside like I was-' Billy held in a burp that was mixed with sick. He couldn't finish his sentence, and by now, he had dropped his glass, which rolled under an empty table. Caz and Roy saw it as a chance to leave out the back. A rage build in Billy. He followed. 'You know what, McLeary?!' Some of the patrons gave quick glances. 'I never wanted Suze anyway. Cheap slut.'
You could hear a pin drop. Caz stopped in his tracks. Roy held in a breath. But the world kept spinning. A red mist descended, and the noise around him was an echo. He kept staring at the wall past the bar. The word ran through his head. Anger became rage. Roy and a few regulars who were present tried to calm Billy, but Caz didn't notice. Billy shoved past and, again, laid a hand on his shoulder. 'What? Nothing to sa-'
Caz turned and swung with a right hook. Everyone close to them backed away. If Billy was looking for a reaction, then he certainly got one because all eyes were on them. No one stepped in. Either out of fear of being caught in the crossfire as they could see the rage stretched across Caz's face, or they believed Billy deserved it. Roy wasn't one of them. 'Caz, what're you doing? Stop!'
He didn't listen and grabbed Billy's shirt to continue swinging. Three more right hooks to the side of his face. Spit and speckles of blood splattered onto the floor. Billy's legs had become jelly, causing him to stumble. He tried to keep balance by holding onto Caz's wrist. With all his strength, Caz yanked him up, just to shove him into the bar, yanking out a chunk of his hair. For a moment, everyone thought it was over. Billy coughed and spat out more blood. Then he threw up, vomit staining his shirt and scarf. A weak groan escaped him. He clung to the bar in hopes of finding his legs again. What had just happened in such a quick succession left him stunned. With a mind so knee-deep in alcohol, only so much could be registered. It was too late for him to notice Caz coming back to make sure he stayed down.
With a jump, Caz swung down on Billy. And that was it. Billy collapsed on the floor like a sack of potatoes, hitting his head on the bar as he went down. He landed on his side, then rolled onto his back, head tilted towards Caz and the crowd. Can't Buy Me Love by Beetles filled the silence. Blood trickled from the bar. Caz held onto Billy's hair like a prized possession. It wasn't enough. He went in for another swing. Roy wrapped his arms around the former boxer and pulled him back, but Caz, still blinded by rage, tried to escape.
'Caz, that's enough!' Roy seethed through his teeth. He dragged his friend to the door, kicking it open, all while Caz tried to reach Billy, who had now fallen unconscious. Caz started to yell.
'If I ever see you again, Chamberlain, I'll knock your fuckin' teeth out! You're dead - Do you hear me?! Fuckin' dead!' The door closed behind them and the muffled yells was all the stunned patrons could hear.
Roy practically threw Caz into the car before moving to the drivers seat. Caz stayed where he was, with his head in his hands and tapping one of his feet. The mist was now rising, and his breathing returned to normal, but he was still mad. 'What the fuck was that?!' Roy's voice bellowed. He was angry, shocked and at a complete loss on what to do.
'Why did you stop me, Roy?'
'Why did I stop you? Do you hear yourself, McLeary? You could have killed him.'
'You heard what he said about Suze.'
'He was trying to piss you off, Caz, and it worked.'
Caz went silent. He looked at his knuckle and saw the cracks and bruising. The aching pain finally kicked in, causing him to hiss. How hard did he punch? Sighing, he put on his seat belt whilst Roy started the engine to his Ford Cortina. 'Let's get you home, mate.'
But there was a sinking feeling the air. The men knew this wasn't something they could forget about after a good night's sleep. And something else told them that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. With a heavy heart, wondering what to even tell Suze, they pulled out of the car park and turned onto the empty road.
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DANGEROUS TEMPTATIONS
Pairings: ShurixFemReader Dom!Shuri, Stipper!Reader, ShurixStripperReader, Sub!Reader.
Containing: Oral, !Use of strap, fingering, degrading a lil bit, lotta praising, Panther!kink, face!riding, lotta squirting, and moâ lil filthy shit.
Summary: Summary: You werenât the typaâ bitch who NEVAâ fell for anyone. You never let yourself feel vulnerable in front of others, let alone let them have the opportunity to get the chance to hurt you. So, you were never the type of person to fall for someone. But when you first laid your eyes on her⌠that changed.
Ps: You a fine ass HOOCHIE MAMA STRIPPER, so that made Shuri even more attracted to you đŠđ.
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đđđđđ was the most luxurious and high-end strip club in town- if not the country. It was filled with a plethora of beautiful women and the air was filled with the scent of money wafting everywhere.
All sorts of beautiful colors of lights were filling the air, as if a rave party was happening. You could see many dancers dancing on poles in provocative manner, trying to get customers attention and earn a good amount of tips.
You walked into the club with such a confidence in your stride. People turned and watched you as you strutted in, your heels clicking against the floor until you reached the main floor area. You had arrived at the club just a few minutes ago to start your night shift, after all.
Not to mention you were a pretty bitch, Your thick, light caramel colored thighs shook along with your juicy ass as you strutted to the back rooms of the club, your pink French nails with Hello Kitty charms on them reflecting off the lights. You had a big, pretty ass butterfly tattoo on your back and a little chain of them leading to a bit under your stomach. Your hoop earrings matched your nail and a subtle pair of sparkly heels with diamond rhinestones and a cute kitty charm on the toes. The entire time you were walking, your long, pink Fulani braids were waving behind you like a mermaidâs flowing hair. Your glittery, sparkling hello kitty bikini showed off your big, beautiful, brown colored titties, along with a big, shapely ass. Your bikiniâs thong left not much to the imagination with how small and thin it is, with your painted pink toes sticking out of a pair of glittered heels.
You strutted back out into the floor once youâve freshened up, and you could tell everyoneâs eyes were on you. You could feel the attention and how all those hungry eyes were on you.
You could feel the money in the air as you strutted back towards the bar. You werenât hungry for attention- you were hungry for cash.
You knew exactly what you were here for. You werenât here to get attention and flirt with customers. Well, you were, but flirting with them was just for your own benefit only- which was getting tips and cash.
You strutted towards the bar and sat down, ordering yourself a drink to sip on.
You sipped on your drink a bit as you looked around, scanning the area lazily. Your body leaned on the counter as you sat at the bar, eyes occasionally stealing a few glances at some men. You werenât really looking for anyone in particularly- but you could never tell when someone was interested in you.
Suddenly, a broke ass, ugly lookinâ nigga in a suit came towards you. You could tell he was one of those men who were desperate and had no game whatsoever.
You could basically smell his desperation as he walked up near you, and he looked around your body for a bit. He bit down on his lip as he scanned your body, and when he looked back up at your face, he didnât look so subtle with checking you out. By the looks of him, you can tell this nigga donât get no coochie.
It was clear as day what he wanted from you. He didnât care that he was being obvious, he didnât even care that he wasnât subtle with checking you out. He licked his lips like you were some steak he couldnât wait to taste.
âWhat you want nigga?â You questioned the man in your signature accent. You raised your brow at him as you crossed your legs, waiting for his answer while you took a sip of your drink.
The man looked flustered at your question and how you spoke, but he tried playing it off by clearing his throat and looking you in the eye. He seemed to be intimidated by you for a second, but he tried to seem like he had game, which he clearly didnât.
He tried to act smooth and suave while he tried to slide in, but it clearly wasnât working. He tried to keep a smirk on his face while he tried to look you in the eye for a bit, but he eventually glanced off to try to look at your body.
âWell, damn ma,â He said, trying to put on some stupid deep voice to try to sound cool. The fact that he was basically calling you ma while you were younger than him was already a dead giveaway. It was such a stupid thing to say too.
You rolled your eyes at him and how he was basically calling you ma. You glared up at him and scrunched your face, looking him up and down. âMan, the fuck you want nigga? You ainât gettinâ nun of this so you might as well gonâ on boutâ yo business sir. And plus, this pussy ainât for no broke ass nigga anyways so you probably needaâ go over there where the broke strippasâ who need money at. Too-da-lew nigga.â
The man looked completely shocked at how you spoke to him, and how you turned him down. You basically called him broke to his face and rejected him like he was nothing, and you did it so casually too.
The man seemed so stunned and offended, and his face told it all. He tried to come on so big and bad in the first place, and it just blew up in his face. He swallowed hard and tried to find something to say, but you could tell he was struggling. Then he looked at you with some pissed off, annoyed look on his face.
He wasnât used to getting turned down, and he wasnât used to getting talked to in that way. He was offended that you completely called him broke and shut him down, and that pissed him off.
The man was clearly pissed, and he was even more pissed from how you basically ignored him now, sipping on your drink and acting like he wasnât even there. His face was red with anger, and his fists tightened into a ball in his pockets.
The man seemed to be even more angry, and his fists were even more tightly balled up in his pockets. He clenched his jaw and glared at you, and he raised his voice at you as he stepped closer. âBitch ass hoe, you really gonna ignore me like that? Iâm talking to you, ho.â
That was the last strawâŚ
You glared up at him and you put your drink down and hopped off the counter in your heels. You got right into his face and crossed your arms, staring him dead in the eye. âWHO you calling a ho, broke nigga? You the one lookinâ around at women cuz â you got no bitches. I get men with money, you probably one of them broke ass men. Get outta my face, nigga. FOâ I LIGHT YOâ BROKE ASS UP! Matter fact, GET THE FUCK OUTTA THIS CLUB NIGGA! Lookinâ like a off brand ass lil durk! Getchoâ stupid ass outtaâ here broke ass bitch!â
The club got silent when you basically went off on his ass, and people started watching as you got loud, angry, and got in his face. You were basically threatening him and putting him in his place at the same time.
The man backed up a bit when you got in his face, clearly intimidated by your anger with everything you said. He looked a little embarrassed by how you called him out in front of everyone, and it was clear he was humiliated. Everyone was watching them, and this little scene was probably entertainment for everyone right now.
The owner of the entire club, Q, rushed over when he heard commotion happening. He got out from behind the bar and walked towards both you and the man, a look of annoyance and anger on his face.
Q came over, walking towards you and the man. The man looked at him, trying to play innocent but Q looked directly at you, glaring slightly. âFuck is going on? Yâall got people looking over here- and I could hear yâall ass all the way from my damn office. whatâs going on?â He asked, sounding pissed.
Q was an fine ass dark-skinned man in some nice ass designer clothes. He had an icy grill in his mouth and he wore some chains and jewelry. He was really nice and respectful, but he was definitely not someone you would want to make angry.
Q was about 6â1 ft, and he had a well-built frame since he worked out a lot. His skin was dark, and his hair was short. He always kept his beard neat and it was full as well. The diamonds in his jewelry were real too, and he had a diamond encrusted watch on his wrist as well.
You glared down at the man still, but after looking at Q, you crossed your arms and looked into the manâs face. You started giving the rundown of what happened, and you were still angry. âThis broke muthafuckaâ was tryna get at me tryna get some pussy, and when I wasnât interested he got mad. He called me hoes and bitches like his ass gotta death wish or sumnâ.âYou pointed at him after you said that, glaring at him.
The man didnât say anything as you basically told Q what happened, and he knew he was getting called out for acting like a dumbass. He could tell the whole club was looking at their drama, and he looked embarrassed as he tried to look innocent. He swallowed hard and stayed silent.
Q glared over at the man as you explained, and he raised a brow slightly and crossed his arms. He tilted his head as he continued listening to you, looking between you and the man. He was just pissed, you could tell he didnât like how the man was acting.
Q was silent when you finished your little rant, and he glanced at the man, glaring at him with a look that could kill. He turned to him and crossed his arms, basically looking over him like he was nothing. âGet the fuck out my club nigga.â He ordered, his voice raising. The man looked shocked and embarrassed by how Q basically just put him in his place.
Q raised his hand and pointed to the exit of the club. âGo on, out my club. Now.â He ordered. The man was clearly annoyed, but he sighed and walked away, completely embarrassed and pissed because he was basically being called out and humiliated in front of everyone.
Everyone seemed to relax when the man left in embarrassment, leaving them able to get back to work. You were still pissed off, that man was really grinding on your gears but it was kind of relieving to see him so humiliated.
Q still looked pissed, probably from remembering the scene. He turned to you and crossed his arms again, looking you up and down with a look that seemed like he had a headache now. He let out a sigh and put a hand on his forehead.
âYou good?â He asked, glancing around as he relaxed again. He looked like he was annoyed but he also looked tired.
You crossed your arms and glared at the man, letting out a huff as you spoke. âHell nah, I ainât good. This damn nigga done pissed me off but Iâm good now that he gone.â
The man was gone, he could be mad all he wanted to now. You were happy he was gone, but you wouldnât mind putting him to the ground if he tried anything. Q glanced at you after you spoke, and he sighed before leaning against the counter.
âThatâs good, just keep doin what you doing. This club been busy all day, you know that.â He said, his tone more like a question than a statement.
You nodded when he mentioned the club, and you let out a huff as you relaxed again. You knew he was right, the club had been completely busy all day with all the customers trying to get a piece and make it rain. You got a little tired trying to keep up with all of it while doing your work but you just wanted to make your money.
You sighed as you relaxed and let yourself unwind. You strutted back over to the back of the club, walking into the locker room where all the other dancers were getting ready. They were all getting ready for their show and getting some tips, just like you.
The room was filling up with the beautiful women all getting ready to go out and get on the pole, and everyone was getting ready for their turn. Some were taking pics while other were talking to each other. Others were getting ready and putting on their make as they fixed their hair.
And now, it was time for your go.
The music started playing, and you strutted out to the main part of the club as Dirty Diana played. You strutted along like you always did- and it felt damn good. It was almost therapeutic.
People turned their attention to you as you strutted out, and they watched you like you were about to put on a show. Most of the men looked completely entranced, and you could tell this was the beginning of business being picked up for you.
Your body moved to the music, moving along with the beat of the song, the way you always did. The men watched you with hungry eyes as you strutted along the pole, shaking your hips and putting on the performance of the night.
You strutted out of the locker room, and some of the other dancers gave ya a look and smirked at you as you strutted onto the floor, shaking yo' ass in a nice slow stride. You strutted to the pole and jumped up on it, wrapping a leg around it and letting out a little sigh, feeling all eyes on you.
You could feel hungry eyes on you, and every man was watching ya and you loved the attention. Your body moved to the music, and you shook ya hips to make sure to grab attention to your thick ass. Your body moved in a sensual manner, slowly and seductively.
You strutted on the pole, your hips shaking and moving to the music, moving your body sensually and seductively, letting men throw mad stacks of ones at you. The men were all over you, they couldn't keep their eyes off of you as they continued throwing fat stacks of dollars at you.
Your eyes scanned the crowd and you looked around as you shook your hips to the music, but that's when your eyes landed on this one specific woman. She was tall, darkskinned, had a big curly afro, and hella tattoos on her arms. She had a nose piercing, and a tongue piercing, and she was eyeing you like she was a predator.
Her eyes were red but you could tell she was high as hell, and her face was sharp and pretty and she wore diamond stud earrings. She was wearing a baggy, red Tupac shirt and baggy dark blue jeans with a pair of icy white AF1s. You didn't know it yet, but she was the Queen of Wakanda- Shuri Udaku.
She raised her brow and bit her lip as she licked it, and her eyes looked hungry as hell as she checked you out. Her hand was wrapped around her whiskey on the rocks cup as she looked at you, and she seemed interested in you. She took another swig of her drink as she looked at you.
She locked eyes with you, and she licked her lip again as she watched you move to the music. This definitely caught her attention, and she was seemingly interested in you. She raised her brow a little, and her eyes never left you.
She put her drink down, sitting up slightly as she watched you with a slight smirk on her lips. You were the only one she seemed to be focused on right now, and her eyes were basically glued to you. She tilted her head as she continued watching you, her body relaxing more.
You kept dancing and your composure, trying not to show any sign of how you were feeling. You were surprised to see the Queen of Wakanda here- and you weren't sure if she liked what she saw or not. You tried to play it cool while you continued your little show with the men surrounding you.
Some of the men handed you a few more dollars, but you couldn't keep your eyes off of her. She seemed to be focused on you, almost like her attention was on you- and you were a bit surprised by that. She seemed more observant than everyone else, her eyes glued to you as she studied you.
You noticed the tattoos on her veiny, tattooed hands- she had beautiful cultural ink on them. You wondered if that was in Xhosa, and you continued to try and focus on your performance.
Some of the men threw some more bills at you, and they continued to hand you tips. You could see everyone watching you and enjoying the show- but she was your main focus right now because she seemed to be the only one watching you with a hungry look.
Shuri tilted her head, watching you with hunger in her eyes. Suddenly, she slid a fat stack of cash to you, along with another two- and that definitely caught your eye. Your eyes went straight to her, and your brows raised at her bold choice.
Shuri bit her lip as she looked up at you, eyes locking and she tilted her head. She smirked and her eyebrow raised as she mouthed, "Keep going mama, don't stop baby." as she eyed you up and down, biting her lip again.
Shuri continued to watch you as she took a slow sip of her drink, not once looking at anyone except you. Her eyes were solely focused on you and she licked her lips slowly while watching you, biting her lip at the same time in the process.
Your dance ended, and you strutted off the pole to head to the locker room. It was empty in the locker room- but you could hear the sound of heels clicking on the floor behind you, and then you heard Shuri's voice right behind you with her sexy, Wakandan accent. She said a nickname in Xhosa that you didn't understand, but she sounded absolutely sexy.
You turned around, and Shuri was standing there, locking eyes with you. Those deep bloodshot eyes looked into your's, and she had that smirk on her face again. Her voice alone sounded sexy, and she eyed you up and down with her arms crossed. "You have quite the crowd out there, Ma." She said.
Shuri raised her brow, smirking slightly. You counted your money and she let out a small chuckle. "I know I didn't, but I wanted to do that- you're welcome, Ma. You deserve it, you were giving a damn good show in there." She said quietly while looking up at you, her eyes trailing down to the money in your hands.
Her eyes trailed down to the money in your hands, and you could see her eyes look at how much you made. Her eyes scanned your face, before she tilted her head and smirked. "Damn, look at you." She said, seeming impressed by how much you had.
Shuri licked her lips as she continued looking at you, her eyes trailing over your body. She seemed to be really focused on you- she was definitely interested in you, it was written all over her face. She bit her lip as she scanned you, her eyes drinking you up.
You smirked and put your money away, crossing your arms and raised a brow at her. She wasn't supposed to be in the back dressing room, but you were gonna mess with her a bit. "Oh, you ain't supposed to be back here, ma'am." You said, teasing her.
Shuri licked her lips when you spoke, and she raised a brow back as she stepped closer to you. "Who said I wasn't?" She asked with a smirk as she walked closer, tilting her head. Her eyes scanned you up and down again, as if examining you.
You smirked at her, crossing your arms as she stepped closer to you. You raised a brow and tilted your head, eyeing her up. "Mm, ain't no one said you weren't supposed to be here, but ain't this the strippers dressing room?" You said, letting your eyes scan her body up and down.
Shuri smirked when you spoke, her brows raising. She smirked and crossed her arms as she raised a brow, licking her lips as she eyed you up and down. Her eyes trailed across your body, and she bit her inner cheek as she got closer to you. "Mm, it is... but you ain't denying me access, are you?
Her eyes were hungry as she looked into yours, her eyes looking your body up and down. She could tell you were a good hoochie mama, and she was liking what she saw from you. Even though you two just met, Shuri was already liking you a lot.
You crossed your arms and smirked, your brow slightly raised as you spoke. "Nah, Baby I ain't denying you nothing." You answered, looking back at her. Your eyes trailed down her body, but you didn't try to hide it- you were checking her out without a care in the world.
Shuri smirked when you responded, loving your answer. She bit her lip, taking note of you looking her up and down as you talked, and she loved how obvious you were doing it. Her eyes trailed across your body a couple times before they went back up to your eyes, her expression hungry and almost predatory.
You smirked, biting your lip as you eyed her. You tilted your head, raising a brow as you made sure to keep your composure. "Baby, you lookin' for an exclusive session?" You asked her, keeping eye contact with her.
Shuri smirked when you spoke up to her, licking her lip while she bit it a bit, and she raised her brow again. She stepped closer to you, a hungry look in her eyes as she seemed to look you up and down again, licking her lips softly. "I just might want one." She said back, her voice quiet and her accent thick.
Shuri smirked, biting her lip as she spoke something in Xhosa, a look of hunger in her eyes while she eyes you up and down. She stepped even closer to you, the smell of her perfume filling your nose a bit.
âWena pretty kangaka, wandifumana ndizibuza ukuba pussy pretty kakhulu.." She said, her voice so damn sexy with her accent.
( Translated: You so pretty, got me wondering if the pussy pretty too..)
Shuri smirked as the words came out of her mouth, and her eyes were intense as she looked at you, biting her lip. She could tell you probably didn't understand what she just said, but that didn't matter. She wanted you to get the message anyways, and she raised a brow slightly, waiting for your response.
You raised a brow when she spoke to you in Xhosa, and you bit your lip while raising a brow. "Baby, I didn't understand that." You said, crossing your arms. There was a look of confusion in your eyes, and you were trying your hardest to keep yourself composed in front of this beautiful, fine ass woman.
Shuri smirked, biting her lip again as she eyed you with hunger in her eyes. She raised her brow and raised a brow, translating what she said in Xhosa in english. " I said, you so pretty, made me wonder if the pussy pretty too.." She answered, the words leaving her lips smoothly and with her thick accent still.
You bit your lip at her words, your brows lifting slightly as you eyed her up and down. "Baby, do you wanna get a private, bare session so you can take a close look at this coochie?" You asked, still keeping it together in front of her. You were practically challenging her with the way you spoke, teasing her to see if she would take you up on the offer.
Your eyes trailed over her slowly, and you bit your lip as your brows lifted slightly. You glanced down at her body for a moment before going back to her eyes. Your thoughts raced in your head for a moment, and you licked your lip again.
"Usually, I don't let NOBODY get free access to my body. But baby, you so damn fine and you got my coochie all wet... I can't help but let you get a taste of this fat ma." You thought to yourself.
Shuri bit her lip again, this time a bit harder as she eyed you up and down again. She seemed to be loving how bold you were - and she was clearly liking your attitude and the way you carried yourself. She was still eyeing you up and down, her eyes going down to your chest before going back up to your eyes, and she raised a brow. She took a step closer, her eyes locked on yours.
"You offering Mama?" She asked, her eyes narrowing slightly while that smirk remained on her lips.
The thoughts raced through your mind, and you couldn't deny the fact you were pretty damn attracted to this fine ass woman in front of you. Your eyes scanned her quickly, and you bit your lip once again, your eyes never leaving hers. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, you were so damn nervous but excited at the same time.
You bit your lip again, a small smirk on your face. You tilted your head a bit and smirked at her. "Baby, do you want me to give you a private, naked dance right now in the VIP section?" You asked, your eyes never leaving hers. She was still looking at you like a predator eyeing her prey, and your eyes showed your slight nervousness and excitement.
Shuri tilted her head and licked her lips, a smirk on her face as she looked down to your lips before back to your eyes. She smirked, locking eyes with you. She was loving this, and she could tell you were loving it too.
"Yes, I do baby." She answered back, her voice low in your ears. Her eyes never left yours as she bit her lip again.
Shuri bit her lip as she watched your ass as you walked in front of her, her eyes trailing over you as she followed you. She was absolutely enjoying this and the view, and she bit her lip yet again as she followed behind you. You could feel her eyes on you as you lead her to the VIP section, your ass jiggling with every step you took.
Shuri bit her lip as she walked behind you, her eyes locked on you - specifically your ass. She could see it jiggling as you walked and her eyes trailed after it, biting her lip harder because of her intense interest in you. She was biting her lip way more with how much she liked it.
As you walked, you could feel her eyes on your ass and you felt the intensity in her gaze. You knew she was loving this, and she was biting her lip so damn hard she was gonna draw blood.
You lead her to the VIP section, and she was surprised to see how nice it was in there. It was so spacious, and the ceiling was lined with lights and diamonds, making the room have a sexy vibe with it. Her eyes scanned over the diamonds that gleamed around the space, and she bit her lip.
It was so luxurious, something that Shuri was used to seeing because she was from Wakanda. Of course it was luxurious for her to be in the Queen of Wakanda. But you noticed she was very intrigued and impressed by this place, and you had to admit, you were too. The diamonds sparkling in the lights made the room just have a very sexy vibe, and your eyes scanned over the room, admiring it yourself for a moment.
Shuri was so used to being surrounded by luxury from her home- Wakanda- but she couldn't deny how nice the VIP section was. She could see the diamonds and the lights shimmering around the room, making the room look sexy. She bit her lip as her eyes scanned over the space, not once leaving the beautiful view around the room.
Her eyes traveled as she looked around, and she bit her lip yet again as she admired the diamonds. There were diamonds on some of the furniture, which caught her attention. The room was pretty damn nice but it wasn't close to what she was used to. But she couldn't deny how nice this place was, and you were a big part of it.
You gently pushed her into the sofa, and she let out a small chuckle as she sat down- watching you with hungry eyes. As you started to remove your clothes, you saw her eyes trailing over your body, loving every second of it. Her eyes were hungry for you, and she bit her lip as she watched every move you made.
You bent over as you pulled your thong off, giving her that nice view of your ass. She bit her lip hard as she watched, her eyes glancing at you, licking her lips as she watched that pretty sight. She could see how wet fat ma was and that made her almost moan softly, her eyes locked on your body, her eyes trailing across your thighs.
As you bent over and removed your thong, you glanced back at her, and her eyes were locked on you, biting her lip as she had a hungry look in her eyes. She bit her lip so hard it almost hurt to see how wet you were for her. Her eyes were looking at every inch of you, and she let out a soft moan as she looked at your thighs. She was lusting over you, her appetite for you growing by the second.
You took off your top, slowly revealing your pierced breasts to her. Her eyes were locked on your body, and her eyes got bigger as she saw your piercing. You could tell she was loving the view, her eyes looking over your body. You could hear her breath hitch, and she bit her lip hard, letting out a small moan. She wanted you, and she was very attracted to you, when you revealed your pierced tits to her, her eyes were locked on them, biting her lip hard. She could tell she was getting turned on for you, her eyes drinking in the view of you. Your piercing was so sexy, it matched you perfectly, and she couldn't stop staring. She wanted to taste you, she wanted to touch you, and a small moan escaped her lips as she continued to bite her lip hard. Her eyes were hungry for you, and she was loving what she saw- she lusted over your body. She was so damn attracted to you, she felt like she could get lost staring at you.
"Baby, do you like what you see, My Queen?" You asked her in that sexy voice, her eyes focused on your chest. She licked her lip as she watched, biting it a bit as she eyed you. Her face had hunger written all over, and you could see how attracted she was to you. "Do you like how these look, baby?" You asked her, giving your breasts a squeeze and grope for her.
Shuri was loving this, her eyes focused on your chest. You could tell she was loving every second of it, as she got a good view of what you were doing, and when you called her queen it made her bit her lip extra hard. Her eyes were hungry for you, and she wanted you- but she wanted to hear it from you, and see how you would talk to her. She watched you grope and squeeze your tits for her, and that made her eyes go wider with hunger.
Shuri used her kimoyo beads and spoke to her AI, "Griot, activate 'do not disturb' mode, make the walls soundproofs and play Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson." She commanded, her eyes not leaving you once as she watched you dance for her.
Shuri commanded her AI to play Michael Jackson's Dirty Diana, and she had the walls soundproof in the VIP section. The music started playing, and she watched you dance and she bit her lip, her eyes never leaving you.
You got on the pole and opened your legs, letting her see how wet you were for her. Shuri was so entranced by you, as she watched you and bit her lip, her eyes locking on you. She licked her lips, her eyes watching your moves, not wanting to miss a second of it. She loved it, and she had a hungry look in her eyes, her desire for you growing with every second, and her face was filled with lust for you.
That fat ma..
You did tricks on the pole for her, showing off your strength and your skills. You were putting on a damn good show for her, and she was loving every second of it. Shuri watched you, biting her lip and letting out small moans while watching you, loving how sensual your every move was on the pole.
Shuri watched you do tricks on the pole, and she was loving every second of it. You worked it well, and you could see how attracted she was to you. She was loving your sensual moves, and her eyes were hungry on you, her lips biting into her lower lip as she watched. She loved the way you moved your body, your tricks and your tricks were the most impressive things she's seen in a while.
You shook your ass for her, your body moving to the music as you shaked your ass for her. Shuri was loving it, loving this view, her eyes were completely locked onto you. Her eyes were hungry, and she bit her lip, her heart and her mind racing, loving how you move your body.
Shuri was watching you shake your ass for her, her eyes trailing your body, not wanting to miss a thing, and not even blinking for a second. She was loving it, and she could feel her body getting warm, her eyes hungry on your body. She bit her lip, her breath hitching slightly as she watched you, licking her lips softly so she could taste you.
You came up to her, and climbed onto her lap, grinding on her. She opened her legs a little to let you in between them, and you started grinding your pussy on her knee, your body moving to the music. She bit her lip, her chest rising up and down as she watched, her hands gently grabbing onto your hips.
You started to moan and whimper while you grinded against her knee, her hands still on your hips, she bit her lip as she watched you, biting harder the more you whimpered and moved against her. Her eyes were absolutely locked on you, and she licked her lips while watching you.
Shuri's slim hands grabbed your ass as you grinded on her, her fingers pressing into your skin as she grabbed you. Her eyes looked hungry, she couldn't look away from you, she was so entranced by the way you were moving against her. She let out a soft moan, her chest rising and falling as she watched you, her lips were in a slight smirk, and her eyes were intense as she watched you.
Shuri bit her lip as she looked up to you, her eyes dark with hunger as she spoke in Xhosa, "Qhubeka uhamba umntwana, ukugaya loo ass emanzi pussy kum...." Her voice was thick with her accent, and she bit her lip again and took a deep breath as she watched you grind on her.
(Translation: Keep going baby, grind that wet ass pussy on meâŚ)
You continued grinding on her, and in your head you were thinking about how you loved hearing her speak her native tongue to you- even though you had no idea what she said. But since you heard 'pussy', you figured she was probably talking about grinding on her. So you bit your lip and responded to her.
"Baby I ain't really know what you said, but I hear you, Baby. Keep talkinâ to me. Make this coochie wettaâ than the river BabyâŚ"
Shuri bit her lip when she heard your words, her eyes locking onto you while you continued to grind on her. She smirked as she heard you, her eyes watching you do your thing. Your words made her heart race, and her mind was going crazy- she was more turned on now more than she was before. She swallowed hard, her eyes hungry for you, and she bit her lip as she watched you.
Shuri bit her lip as she looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire and hunger. She tapped your thigh, signaling for you to get up, so you did. She pulled off her shirt, revealing her toned body, her stomach looking like that of a goddess, and her small, delicate, pierced and petite nipples, with the panther diamonds standing out on the piercing, and the gold bells. She bit her lip as she looked up at you, her eyes dark and hungry for you.
Her slender body was gorgeous and her toned abs had you staring for a moment, before your eyes went up to her gorgeous pierced, petite, petite little nipples with panther diamonds and the gold bells. Your eyes were wide, and she had a smirk on her face when she saw the look in your eyes, her own eyes hungry for you. She bit her lip as she looked at you and waited for you to do something, her chest rising and falling slightly as she looked up at you.
You bit your lip and licked your lips when she revealed those gorgeous, pierced little titties, with those damn gold bells too. They were pretty and damn sexy, and you couldn't help but stare as you bit your lip. You looked back up to her face after a few seconds and bit your lip, your eyes hungry for her.
"Baby them titties are so damn pretty, I can't stop lookinâ at em, Baby." You said in that sexy ass voice.
You bit your lip as you spoke, giving her compliment to her beautiful titties. Shuri was loving how you were speaking to her, and she bit her lip at your words, her eyes hungry as they watched you. Her cheeks seemed a bit hotter, and her eyes had a dark look to them as you stared at her. Her chest moved quickly as she breathed in, trying to keep herself together.
Shuri bit her lip as she looked at you, her eyes hungry, and she slowly licked her lips when she looked at you. She bit her lip and spoke in her thick voice, her accent thick.
"Baby, sit your pretty self down on that couch mama, and spread those thighs for me, let me eat that fat ma up.." She said slowly.
At her command, you bit your lip and sat down on the couch, before spreading your legs just how she asked. You looked at her, your eyes hungry as they met her gaze, full of desire and lust. She could see you were loving this just as much as she was.
You bit your lip at her command, loving how she was already taking control- and you sat down just like she asked and spread your legs. Your eyes were hungry and full of desire, and you bit your lip at her, waiting for her to come closer and come eat you up. You were so excited and turned on, and you wanted her just as much as she wanted you.
Shuri's eyes darkened with lust as you spread your thick, creamy thighs invitingly. The aroma of your arousal filled Shuri's nostrils, making her head swim with desire. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue along your glistening clit, savoring the explosion of flavors on her taste buds.
âMmmm, you taste divine,â Shuri groaned against your flesh, her nimble fingers gripping your hips for leverage as she delved deeper, lapping at your essence like a woman starved. She focused her attentions on your engorged clit, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue before suckling it gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.
âOooh yes! Right there baby! Don't stop! ouuu fuck yessss!â You cried out in ecstasy, your back arching off the couch as Shuri's skilled mouth worked magic on your aching pussy. Your fingers tangled in Shuri's short curls, holding her in place as you ground your hips against her face wantonly.
Emboldened by your wanton cries and the desperate grip of your fingers in Shuri's hair, the Wakandan princess redoubled her efforts. She sealed her lips around your throbbing clit, sucking hard as she thrust two fingers knuckle-deep into your sopping cunt, curling them to stroke that special spot inside that made your toes curl.
âThat's it, baby, let go,â Shuri growled against your flesh, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. âCome on Intombazana entle. Drench my face with your sweet juices. I want to taste your release on my tongue.â
She pumped her fingers faster, scissoring them to stretch you wider as she flicked her tongue rapidly over your clit, determined to push you over the edge into blissful oblivion.
"FUCKKK YESSS!! OUUU SHIT OUU FUCK!!! I'M CUMMMINNG!!!" You screamed in pure ecstasy, your pussy convulsing and gushing around Shuri's pumping fingers as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over you.
Shuri moaned in delight as your essence flooded her mouth, the sweet nectar coating her tongue and dripping down her chin. She lapped at your spasming folds greedily, prolonging your climax as long as possible, relishing each twitch and shudder of your powerful body above her. As the last waves of your orgasm subsided, Shuri gentled her touch, slowly withdrawing her fingers and placing soft kisses along your inner thighs.
Mmmm, that was exquisite, she purred, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. âSuch a good girl you are, Umntwana oyintombazana. Watching you come undone like that like the nasty whore you are... it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.â
Shuri peppered your face with tender kisses, her hands caressing your sides and breasts almost reverently.
You returned Shuri's passionate kiss with equal fervor, moaning softly as you tasted yourself on her lips. You bit your lip at her, looking her up and down as your eyes showed how hungry you were. "Baby, I need you, I am in need to be fucked by you, Panther. I haven't been touched in so long, and you know what to do." You said in that sexy ass voice, looking at her. You wanted her, needed her even, and your voice reflected that.
Your voice was raspy and husky, the sound of your voice making Shuri swallow hard. Her eyes were looking you up and down, and when she heard the words you said, she bit her lip hard. Your words reflected how much you wanted her, and Shuri was loving how vocal you were, and she bit her lip more, loving your thick, sexy accent. You could see the hunger in her eyes, wanting you so badly that it hurt.
Shuri grinned wickedly as she revealed her impressive vibranium strap, the sleek purple material glinting under the lights of the lab. She gave the thick shaft a few slow pumps, smearing the generous amount of lube she'd already applied along its length. The toy was designed to perfectly mimic the shape and size of her own impressive endowment, allowing her to bring her lovers to new heights of pleasure.
âLike what you see, Mama?â she teased, rubbing the broad head teasingly along your slick folds, coating it in your copious arousal. âThis beauty is going to fill you up so good, stretch you wide open on my cock. I'm going to pound this tight pretty pussy until you're screaming my name, until the whole compound knows who this perfect cunt belongs to.â
Her vibranium strap was glowing, and so were her eyes as she watched your reaction to her. The 10 inch strap was very real, and you couldn't even find the words to say at first because you were in awe of how beautiful she looked in front of you. You looked at her, drinking her in, loving the sight of her and that pretty vibranium. Shuri seemed excited and hungry, lusting after fat ma, biting her lip as she looked at you.
Shuri smirked down at you, and her voice was low and husky as she spoke, her voice getting thicker with more of her accent. "Baby, turn that pretty ass over and arch that back for mama on the couch, go on, my beautiful girl, give me a nice view of that fat beautiful ass from the back, lemme see fat ma from the back." She bit her lip hard, letting out a soft moan, loving just how inappropriate her words were.
You bit your lip at her words, and you got in position for her, shaking your pretty ass for her as you arched your back on the couch. You could see Shuri bite her lip once again, a low moan escaping her as she looked at you and licked her lips, loving how you obeyed her like that, your body doing exactly what she wanted.
Shuri smirked when you got in position for her and bit her lip as she spanked your pretty ass, your cheeks smacking together softly at her hand. Shuri bit her lip as she watched you, her eyes hungry for you, and she bit her lip hard, watching you. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, loving how you bit your lip, loving how you did what she asked, and she was loving everything about you.
"Good girl. So beautiful. Look at how pretty you are, Mama." She said softly.
With a feral snarl, Shuri slammed her hips forward, burying the entire length of her vibranium strap deep within your welcoming depths. The thick, rigid toy stretched your walls to their limits, the bulbous head grinding against your cervix with every brutal thrust.
âOh sana, you take my cock so well pretty girl,â Shuri groaned, her pace relentless as she pistoned in and out of your clutching heat. The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by your high-pitched moans and gasps of pleasure. âYou're meant to be mine, wrapped around my dick, taking everything I give you. Say it, Baby - tell me who owns this greedy cunt! lemme know whoâs slutting you out like the needy fucking whore you are!!!â
You clenched your muscles around the thick strap as it pounded into you, your juices flowing freely while you felt every inch of it. Your moans grew louder, more wanton, surrendering yourself fully to Shuri's dominant thrusts. "Yours, ouuu yes!, yours! Fuck, I'm yours, Panther! Only yours! Shuri Udaku is slutting me out like the needy whore I am!!"
You wrapped your legs tighter around her waist, using the leverage to meet her strokes, your body undulating with each plunge of her cock. Your long acrylics dug into her shoulders, marking her skin as you held on for dear life, completely consumed by the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly.
The possessive declaration sent a thrill of triumph through Shuri, spurring her on as she drove her strap deeper, harder, into your willing pussy. The tight, velvet heat enveloping her toy was pure bliss, and she reveled in the feeling of complete control, of owning such a responsive, pleasured lover.
That's right baby, Shuri growled, her hips snapping forward with increased force. âEvery inch of this perfect pussy belongs to me now. I'm going to fuck you senseless, make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else.��
Her words were punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin, the lewd squelch of your arousal filling the air as Shuri relentlessly claimed her you, lost in the intoxicating rush of dominance and desire.
Fat ma getting pounded so roughly.. but so good that you canât even complainâŚ
You tried to put your hand in the way, trying to block her, but she wasn't having it. You could see the hunger in her eyes, and you could tell Shuri wasn't going to let you get away with it. She smacked your hand away, and she held your hands behind your back so you had no choice but to take it.
Shuri's grip on your wrists tightened, pinning them firmly behind her back as she continued her merciless assault on her lover's pussy. The added restraint only served to heighten the intensity, allowing Shuri to focus solely on the sensation of her strap plunging in and out of your clenching heat.
âCome on Umntwana omhle take it for me baby, be a good girl⌠youâre doing so good..â Shuri panted, her voice a husky challenge as she ground her hips, ensuring the full length of her toy remained buried within your depths. âPlease Umntwana oyintombazana, be a good girl and take this dick...F-Fuck youâre so wet..â
With renewed vigor, Shuri picked up speed, her powerful thighs driving her into you with punishing force. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, a lewd symphony of pleasure and submission as Shuri claimed you with unrelenting passion.
Your eyes rolled back, your tongue lolling out of your mouth feeling like you were losing your mind from the intense pleasure. You was so close, teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm, but Shuri's relentless pounding kept you from falling over.
âPlease, Shuri, please... I'm gonâ- Ahh fuck! you cried out, your voice breaking as the pressure inside you built to a fever pitch. âJust a lilâ moâ, just a lilâ moâ and I'm gonâ-â
Suddenly, Shuri's thrusts became erratic, her hips jerking wildly as she buried herself to the hilt one final time. With a guttural roar, she came undone, her strap pulsing and throbbing as it emptied its load deep within me.
Shuri's roar of release mingled with your cries of ecstasy as the princess's climax crashed over her, her entire being focused on the incredible sensation of her seed filling your spasming depths. The tight, rippling walls of your pussy milked her strap for every last drop, drawing out her orgasm until she was left trembling and spent.
Fuck, yes... Take it all Mama, Shuri panted, her voice ragged with satisfaction as she slowly gentled her movements, allowing her strap to slide free of your well-used hole. âYou look so beautiful like this, so full of my cum... Knowing I marked you inside and out..â
With a final, tender kiss pressed to your lips, Shuri carefully released her wrists, letting them fall limply to her sides.
As you laid there, feeling the warmth of Shuri's seed seeping out of your pussy, you looked up at her with a dazed, sated expression. Your chest heaved with each breath, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your shared passionate encounter.
Fat ma, was definitely smiling, but she still wanted moâ attention⌠I wonder if she can give fat ma a lil moâ attention. Make her smile even more..
You bit your lip as you looked up to her, your chest raising and falling as you watched her, and you licked your lips as you spoke. You were out of breath. "Baby, can fat ma have some more attention from you?" You asked her as you bit your lip, looking up at her with hungry eyes.
A low chuckle rumbled in Shuri's chest at your eager request, her gaze darkening with renewed lust as she took in the sight of her your flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes.âMmm, always so hungry for my mouth, aren't you, baby?â
With a playful smirk, Shuri guided you onto her face, positioning her dripping pussy above Shuri's mouth. She ran her tongue along your clit, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal before focusing on your clit, swirling and flicking the sensitive bud with expert precision.
âLet me take care of you, Mama,â Shuri murmured against your flesh, her hot breath sending shivers through you. Gonâ eat this pretty pussy until you're screaming my name again. You ready for another round, Mama?
You nodded eagerly, your hands finding purchase in Shuri's hair as you pulled her closer, grinding your soaked coochie against her eager mouth. "Ouuu fuck yessss, Panther! Eat that pussy, baby! Make fat ma cum on yoâ face!"
You rocked your hips in time with Shuri's licks and sucks, your moans growing louder and more desperate as the pleasure mounted once more. Your thighs trembled around Shuri's head, your inner walls fluttering with anticipation of the impending climax. "Gonna...gonna...ouuuu fuck!"
Emboldened by your impassioned pleas, Shuri redoubled her efforts, her tongue delving deeper into your clenching channel as she sucked hard on your clit. The princess's fingers dug into your plush ass cheeks, holding her steady as she devoured your pussy with unrestrained hunger.
âThat's it, Mama, ride my face,â Shuri groaned against your flesh, her own arousal building at the thought of tasting your essence once more. âCum for me, Mama, drench my chin with your juices Baby!â
Your desperate cries reached a fever pitch as Shuri's relentless oral onslaught pushed you over the edge. With a hoarse shout, you came undone, your pussy convulsing in waves of pleasure while flooded Shuri's mouth with your release.
You screamed in ecstasy as the orgasm ripped through you, your juices gushing out to coat Shuri's chin and throat. You rode out the waves of pleasure, your body shaking uncontrollably, grinding yourself against Shuri's face, milking every last drop of bliss from your quivering pussy.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh...fuckkkk, Panther! Yesssss, drink it all up, baby! So good, so fuckinâ good!" You gasped between ragged breaths, finally slowing your frantic movements as the aftershocks subsided. You collapsed back against the couch, panting heavily, your pussy still twitching with residual pleasure.
"Mmmm, you did so good, eatinâ me out like that baby," You praised, running your fingers through Shuri's hair affectionately. "Fat ma found her new best friend."
Shuri lifted her head, a satisfied grin spreading across her face as she gazed up at you with adoring eyes. Her chin and cheeks sparkled with the remnants of your release, a testament to her devotion and skill in pleasuring you.
âYou taste even sweeter the second time around,â Shuri purred, her voice thick with desire as she licked her lips clean. âI could feast on this pussy all day, every day Mama. Just give me a call and Iâm on my way baby..â
Crawling up your body, Shuri captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all her love and longing into the embrace. As you two kissed, Shuri's hands roamed over your curves, mapping every inch of your soft skin with reverent touches.
I love you, Mama, Shuri whispered against her lips, her heart swelling with emotion.
You bit your lip when you looked at the woman who was making your heart pound. Shuri had you feeling things you had never felt before. It was wild, because normally you would block someone's number after the first night, leaving them high and dry, but this sexy, beautiful woman... you had to stay in contact with her. You had to see her again.
âDamn, normally I block niggas number after a night to never speak to them again, but her fine ass had I coming back for more.. I MUST stay in contact with this fine ass cuzâ WHEWW.. she can eat⌠like⌠Iâm talkinâ bout.. STARVING STARVINGâŚâ You said in your head.
You returned the kiss with equal fervor, your arms wrapping tightly around Shuri holding her close. You melted into her embrace, feeling safe and cherished in her strong arms.
"I love you too, Shuri," You breathed, nuzzling your nose against hers. "More than words can say. You make fat ma feel so special, so desired."
Mhm.. pound town at its finest..
Shuri smiled softly, her thumb stroking gentle circles on your cheek as your foreheads touched. âYou deserve all the love and adoration in the world, Intombazana emnandi. Your beauty, both inside and out, captivates me completely.â
You smiled softly when she praised you. Shuri took notice, and it warmed her heart to see you smile like that. She let out a soft chuckle and smiled back at you, her eyes soft with love and adoration.
The End. Yo ass fell for them temptations with yo HORNY ASS đ¤Ł.
But anyway, hope yâall enjoyed!
And I MIGHT/MAYBE, just make a pt 2. If not, I did say maybe so donât get ya hopes up đ.
-Zaii.
Ps:Finna start working on riri fanfics.
#Spotify#shuri udaku#artists on tumblr#fanfic#smut#wlw smut#black panther#fem reader#pussyplay#smutty fanfiction
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Eddie stirs to someplace just outside of sleep at the sound of voices. Theyâre not loud enough to wake him up all the way; even the occasional bout of laughter sounds like itâs stifled, like theyâre trying to keep quiet.
He gets one eye open, sees a blur of Robinâs beige jeans and suspenders. Thereâs a quick flash of grey in the corner, one of Steveâs crutches, and he realises that Steve must be just out of view, trying to trip her up.
More giggles.
âYouâre such an asshole!â
âShh!â
âYou shush, you just tried to injure me.â
âI barely touched you.â
Eddie hears a little creak nearby, blearily glances somewhere above to find Steve leaning on the arm of the couch, looking down at him with an apologetic smile.
âSorry,â Steve says, hushed. âItâs still early, you can go back to sleep if you want. Robin just canât tell the time.â And he ducks suddenly, as if avoiding a blow. He glances over his shoulder, sticks out his tongue and says, âAnd sheâs violent.â
Eddie blinks slowly at Steve. Feels himself smile. ââŚâKay,â he manages, tired but amused.
He just catches something that sounds a bit like, âOh, Steve, heâs so sweet,â and, âYou wake him up again, youâre getting a crutch to the head, I swear to God,â but he fades back into sleep before he can really process it.
When he wakes up again, itâs to the smell of toast just on the cusp of burning, the T.V on. His head rests by Steveâs thigh; when he glances over, he sees that Steve is sitting on the couch, facing the T.V head on, his leg propped up by a stool again. Thereâs a plate of toast in his lap.
Eddie rubs his eyes, raises his head a littleâspots the moment when Steve notices that heâs awake, the lovely way his eyes light up.
âHi,â Steve says.
Eddie yawns out a, âGâmorninâ.â
Steve nods down at the toast. âWant some?â
Before Eddie can reply, Steve is already halving the slice, passing one to him. He wakes up further after that, lifting his head up a little more to peer at the T.Vâmakes out a quaint cabin before Steveâs speaking again, voice lowered thoughtfully.
âYou look better.â
And from Steveâs slight gesture, tapping at his own cheek, Eddie gets the meaning: that he must look less pale.
Eddie finishes his slice of toast, sits up on his elbow. Robinâs sat on the floor, back to him, seemingly captivated by the movie.
âI feel better,â he says, matching Steveâs quiet volume, adds a teasing, âWas I lookinâ real rough?â
âHideous,â Steve says without missing a beat.
Eddie prods him in the side. Then heâs finally awake enough to appreciate what theyâre watching: Doris Day singing about âA Womanâs Touchâ in a way that he suspects is not all that heterosexual.
Steve half-succeeds in hiding a yawn behind his cup of coffee.
Robin suddenly turns around accusingly. âUh, Steve Harrington, the least you could do is pay attention to this when youâre the one who started the wholeââ
âRob, Iâve never seen the movie before! I just call you Calamity Jane âcause you knock shit over, all the time.â He makes a little series of explosion noises in demonstration that are so damn stupid, that Eddie canât even reign in his grin. âYou know, like, bam, bam, the tapes are everywhere! A calamity.â
âOh my god, you knock over the cardboard cutouts every shift! Name one time that Iââ
âUh, hello? Last December? You ruined my whole Christmas display!âÂ
âOh well, thatâs different. That was on purpose.â
Steve gives a mock offended gasp, nudges Eddie as if to say, Can you believe this shit?
âKeithâs the biggest Grinch ever, dude, I was providing ambience.â He stresses the word like heâs making a point, as if him and Robin are trying to one up each other on vocabulary or something.
âYeah, you provided so much ambience when you shushed that dude âcause you wanted to keep watching Miracle on 34th Street.â
When Eddie snorts, Robin shuffles over to the couch, tilts her head back to grin at him upside down.
âThis guy stood at the counter for days, Eddie. He said âahem.â Like, he didnât cough, he literally said the word. And Steve justâŚâ She folds her arms, heaves a sigh and mimes checking her nails.
Eddie starts to laugh.
âHe deserved it. And he was interrupting the court case, Robin. Fred Gaileyâs big moment!â
âAre you a Christmas movie nerd, Harrington?â Eddie asks, ââcause Iâve got no idea what youâre talking about.â
âNo-one has any sense of culture here.â
Robin makes a huff of protest, waving her arms pointedly at the T.V. âUm, hello? Youâve got art right in front of you, dingus. Ooh, and speaking of Christmas, uh, sorta. I have presents.â
She reaches for a backpack leaning against a pile of videos, then brings out two clearly âhomemadeâ mugs, the handles comically thick.
âSince when do you do pottery, Buckley?â Eddie asks.
âSince town hall decided that putting on a load of arts and crafts would help us forget everything. Like, did you all just get nearly destroyed? Bummer. Can we interest you in some clay?â
As she speaks, she nudges the mugs over to the side of the coffee table, where Eddieâs left the gift bag she already gave to him.
Eddie smiles. âYou donât need to keep givingââ
âNope, itâs too late,â Robin says, somehow grinning and looking deadly serious at the same time. âThis is your life now, Eddieâevery birthday and Christmas, you better be ready.â
Itâs a jokeâEddie knows itâs a joke, but he also knows that she means it, and thatâsâŚ
Itâs the implied permanence that hits him, really: the thought that their friendship isnât just one created through fear and survival instincts, through necessity. That itâs here to stay.
He clears his throat before he can do something stupid like actually get all choked up about it. Again.
Thankfully Robin provides the perfect distraction, reaching into the bag once more and saying, âSo Steve, you were gonna get a mug, too, but I kinda messed it upâŚâ
She brings out a lump of clay that perhaps in a very generous past life was once almost a mug. It wouldnât have looked too out of place as an amorphous blob of Something crawling out of The Upside Down.
âRobin,â Steve says flatly. âWhat.â
âTa-da! Itâs aâŚâ
âThanks for giving me the weapon Iâll use to murder you.â
ââŚpaperweight!â
âOh, in your world, maybe.â
Steve plays up the offended look so well, all slack-jawed disbelief, that Eddie wonders if itâs possible to crack a rib from trying not to laugh.
âNo, no, itâs got an old school charm,â Eddie saysâimmediately has to speak through a giggle when Robin points to him triumphantly, as if that had been her goal all along. âLike, murder mystery prop. It was Harrington in the living room with the paperweight.â
Steve rolls his eyes, knocks their shoulders together. âDonât encourage her, man.â
But then Steve catches Robinâs eye, and itâs a fleeting moment, but Eddie watches as Steveâs eyebrow rises almost imperceptibly, as if asking for permission without words. And Robinâs expression softens in a way that Eddie doesnât quite understand. She nods ever so slightly. Something passes between them.
Then the momentâs gone as quickly as it came.
âHey, Robin,â Steve says, grinning like butter wouldnât melt, âwho were you doing pottery with?â
âWho says I was with anyone?â
âOh, me. I say.â
âWell, she had to show me how toââ
âAh-ah-ah! So, she had toââ
âUgh, fine! Yes, it was Vickie.â
Itâs Steveâs turn to look triumphant. Eddie looks on as he beams, wide enough to show that one of his incisors is a little crooked, and itâs so goddamn endearing all of a sudden.
âAnd? You were yourself, huh?â Steve asks Robin, sounding smug, like heâs saying I told you so. âYou had to beâonly you could make,â he waves a hand at the âmugâ, âthat.â
Robin scoffs, but Eddie can tell that sheâs fighting a smile. âYouâre so full of it.â âCâmon, gimme some material to work with, Rob! You met on a⌠something-something day.â Steve clicks his fingers at Eddie. âAdjective?â
Eddie glances between them both, their joy infectious. After a sufficiently dramatic pause, he says, âSerendipitous.â
âSerenââ Steve does a double take, gives Eddie a look like heâs just sunk a winning shot from wherever-the-fuck on the basketball court. âYeah, what he said.â
âOkay, cool your jetsââ
And oh, Eddie smiles to himself; thatâs definitely a Steve-ism that Robinâs picked up.
ââitâs not like weâlike, yeah, she told me she broke up with her boyfriend, but we didnât really confirm anything, orââ
âOh my god,â Steve groans, âIâm gonna suffer through this for years. Youâll just keep making mugs for each other, over and over without actually talkingââ
âDonât be silly,â Robin says, âIâm giving all the mugs to Eddie, catch up.â
Eddie reaches down, messes up her hair until she lunges for his in revenge.
âI sâpose there are worse things,â he says, laughing when she thumps him with a cushion.
He thinks of âIâm glad weâre weird.â How before, it was Casablanca references and shared secretive smiles, and now itâs something louder, jubilant.
And Steve knows.
-
He slips upstairs to use the phone in Steveâs bedroom, brings the piece of paper where heâd written down the number from Hopper.
âRing if thereâs any trouble,â Hopper had instructedâand Eddie knows that probably meant if he was in trouble, butâŚ
He doesnât have to wait long before his call is answeredâand to be honest, when Hopper said a private number, Eddie had kind of assumed that it was a private number for the man himself.
So hearing the nasally, bordering on chipper voice of a stranger throws him a bit.
âHello? âŚHellooo? Listen, Iâve been assured that this line cannot be tapped, so you better not be the Feds. I mean, thank you kindly for the courtesy call if you are, nice to have some warning for once.â
âUm.â Bewildered, Eddie temporarily covers the receiver. Double-checks the number. No, heâd definitely dialled right⌠âSorry, uh, Iâwho am I speaking to?â
âMy goodness, a voice! Hallelujah! Oh, youâre the kid, arenât ya?â
âWhat?â
âYou know, one minute youâre just a kooky high school outsider, you play a board game or whatever that gets everyone a little spooked, yadda yadda yadda, now youâve up and started a satanic cult?â
Eddie feels a flicker of anger through his trepidation. âI didnât start aââ
âPhew, relax,â the increasingly annoying stranger says. âIâm just messing with you.â
Maybe the fucker can somehow sense the way Eddie is gripping the phone tightly, or maybe the silence just speaks volumes, because when he starts talking again, he actually sounds a little apologetic.
âSo. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot here. Sorry. Itâs been a wild few years, kid, my sense of humourâs shot. Nameâs Murray. Iâm a friend of Jimâs? Jim Hopper?â
And at that, Eddie feels some of his anger start to cool. He trusts Hopper, trusts the way him and Joyce looked out for Steve; knows that Hopper wouldnât have given him this number lightly.
So maybe he can trust this Murray, too. Even if the guyâs pissing him off.
âItâs Eddie, right?â Murray prompts. âYou called for a reason, huh?â
Ring if thereâs any trouble.
Eddie pushes the lingering irritation aside and takes a deep breathâtells him about Nancy, about Jason holding her at gunpoint.
âAh,â Murray says, and thereâs more of an edge to his voice now, like he actually cares, and Eddie thinks good. âShe, ah, neglected to mention that. Okay.â
The rapid scratching of a ballpoint pen against paper. âIâll speed up some things. Sounds like his parents have got a troubled young man on their handsâtheyâll wanna uproot sooner rather than later. For his own good.â
Eddie canât help it; he shakes his head in disbelief. âWhat, just like that?â
âLook, I donât have a magic wand, but⌠youâd be surprised at how easily certain folks take⌠uh, well, bribes would sound unseemly to them. Letâs say theyâll come to an agreement.â
ââŚOkay,â Eddie says, hesitant.
Murray hums in response; Eddie can hear the creak of a swivel chair, like heâs leaning back against it.
âThereâs eyes on him, got it? Trust me when I say thereâs lotsa people that just want all of this to go away, nice and quietly. And uh, Iâve been round the block a few times. Got enough leverage to take a story, water it down until itâs just ripples in the pond, softly softly, yeah? No big, crazy headlines this time. Targetâs off your back.â
Eddie pauses. Presses the phone against his forehead. I understood, like, fucking none of that.
âAnd⌠Hopper trusts you withâeverything?â
Murray laughs. âI know, itâs a miracle. I jest, I jest. Yeah, he does. Look, from what Iâve heard, you kids have been through the ringer. Let us handle some of it.â
Eddie breathes out. Jumps when he hears a knock at the door, relaxes at the sound of Dustinâs persistently upbeat shave and a haircut rhythm.
âOkay,â Eddie repeats, sounding a little more certain. âUh. Thanks. Thank you. For⌠yeah. ThereâsâIâd betterââ
Murray laughs again. âOh, thatâs right, youâre with Steve.â His voice goes singsong and reedy when he says Steveâs name.
Eddie frowns. âYeah, whatâs that supposed toââ
âNothing, nothing. Well, Mr Not A Cult Leader, I wonât keep ya. Anything crops up, just call and Iâll be⌠well, Iâve got karate on Fridays, 1 to 3. That oneâs non-negotiable, Iâm afraid.â
Eddie huffs out a bemused laugh. âI mean, no offence or anything, but I hope I donât have to call you.â He fiddles with the phone cord, mutters, âJust kinda want a quiet life, yâknow?â
Murray chuckles. âYeah, kid. I can respect that.â
-
When he reaches the top of the stairs, the front doorâs already wide open, Dustin leading from the front as the whole troop of kids surge through the hallway. Theyâre chatting all over the top of each other, chaotic and joyful, and as they reach the kitchen, he hears Robin call out a gleeful, âHey, itâs the von Trapps!â
And Eddie canât help thinking that maybe all of this feels a bit like a Christmas movie, actually.
He shuts the front door, gets a glimpse of what looks like a pizza van driving away.
When he turns around, Max is standing there alone. Sheâs looking down at the floor, fidgeting with one of her hoodie sleeves.
âIs Steve charging you rent yet?â she asks.
Eddie smiles. âDonât tell him, think he forgot to. I kinda like freeloading.â
Thereâs a pause, and then she darts forward. Itâs quick, barely lasts a couple of seconds before she disappears off to the living roomâbut Eddie has just enough time to squeeze her shoulders and murmur, âYouâre good, Red.â -
El has the casting vote in them deciding to watch Mary PoppinsââYou only chose that cause she can move stuff like you,â Will teases, to which Mike laughs, no longer as quiet as before.
Eddie catches his eye through the rowdiness and Mike nods with a little smile.
âSee him?â Robin says, nudging Dustin when a little dog in a checked jacket appears on screen. âThatâs you.â
Lucas starts giggling, and that soon makes Max break, tooâa little reserved, but itâs still a welcome, bright sound.
Eddieâs fetching the ice-cream Erica had brought, when he hears Steve come up behind him.
âHarrington, go away.â
âWow, what a charmer.â
âI mean it! Go sit down.â Eddie indicates the tubs of ice-cream, says, âThink I can handle this.â
âOh, yeah?â Steve raises an eyebrow, smiling. âWhere are the spoons then?â
Eddie very confidently throws open a drawer at random.
Steveâs smile broadens. âCool, Iâve always wanted to eat ice-cream with a can opener.â
âYou can go off some people, yâknow.â Eddie heaves a defeated sigh. âFine, show me where the spoons reside in your maze of a kitchen.â
Itâs when heâs turning for the correct drawer that Steve indicatedââOn your left⌠your other left, dude,ââthat Eddie hears it.
Gentle humming.
It stops and starts, skips past a few notes. Repeats the chorus just because, at a relaxed pace, like someone taking a stroll through the song. But Eddie recognises it. Would know it anywhere.
âSteve,â he says, almost a whisperâand when he turns back round, he sees Steveâs eyes widen a little in surprise, and the humming stops.
Oh, you didnât even know you were doing it.
âYeah, funny story,â Steve says lightly. He reaches past Eddie, opening the cutlery drawer, rummaging for spoons. Humming again.
God, you make it sound so⌠happy, Eddie thinks.
âThere was this guy,â Steve says, all nonchalant, but his lips are twitching. âI donât know, man, he just kept singing. Couldnât get it out of my head.â
Eddie manages to smile. He pretends that one of the ice-cream lids is stuck, buys himself enough time so his voice is steady when he speaks.
âThat sounds really annoying.â
Steve laughs. âNo, I donât think so. It⌠He was the best.â
-
By the time everyone else leaves, one side of Steveâs cast is covered in signatures and doodles; thereâs even a game of tic-tac-toe with âFUCKâ underneath in capital letters, presumably in response to whoever won.
Eddieâs secret favourite comes in the form of two little stick figures holding popcorn: Max and Lucas arranging to go to the movies.
âThereâs space,â Steve says, gesturing to the markers Will left behind, âif you wannaâŚâ
And Eddie knows an invitation when he hears one.
He gets the idea as heâs reaching for a pen, briefly closes his eyes to recall the class of â85.
Steve catches on after the second signature, laughs. âWoah, are thoseâ? How do you even rememberâŚ?â He points. âYou even got how she dotted her âiâs with a heart.â
Eddie shrugs at the praise, pauses in thought before adding another scribble. Itâs shaping up okay, this imagined replica of Steveâs yearbook.
âIâve gotten good at forging notes. Another little money earner.â
Steve raises an eyebrow in interest. âNotes?â
âYou know, like, hall passes, doctorâs notes⌠Unlike certain weirdos in this room, some people wanted to get out of gym.â
âHa ha. Okay, but this is more than doctorâs notes, Eddie.â
âUh, yeah, I canâmemorise handwriting, I guess?â
âMore than guess, dude. Shit, you could steal someoneâs credit card with this.â
Eddie smirks. âI pinky swear that Iâve only used my skills to facilitate truancy.â He doodles a few stars, adds more thoughtfully, âIâve signed many a yearbook in my time.â
âYou didnât sign mine.â
Eddie looks up, grinning. âOh? Do I detect a note of offence, there, Harrington? You never asked me to.â
He imagines for a moment, with faint amusement, what that wouldâve been likeâthe looks they wouldâve gotten if Steve handed his yearbook over to him. Then he wonders if that wouldâve even mattered.
âOh, hold on,â Eddie says, âgotta make it realistic.â
He leans forward and adds a bunch of hearts to a few of the girlsâ signatures, cackles when he rounds everything off with some âxoxoâs.
When he looks over, Steveâs face is going red. âOh my god, literally none of them did that.â
âUh-huh. Sure.â
âHigh school crushes donât even mean anything, dude.â
Eddie snorts. Heâs overheard enough cafeteria gossip to presume otherwise. âInteresting premise. Continue.â
Steve stutters. âI mean it! I guarantee half the time, more than, theyâthe whole thing happened just âcause I was there, I couldâve been anyone. You dick, stop laughing!â âJesus Christ, Steve.â Eddieâs stomach hurts; he canât stop giggling. âI guarantee you that no-one was crushing on King Steve just âcause of, like, general proximity.â
General proximity, Steve mouths mockingly, but thereâs still a pink tint to his cheeks. âUh, thanks. Iâll take your word for it.â
Eddieâs giggles finally start to abate. He puts a cap on the marker heâs holding, tosses it aside. âYou know,â he starts, trails off with another little laugh, âI used to think you were playing the long game with that nickname. Like, you started it as an elaborate ploy to get Prom King.â
Steve chuckles. âOh, jeez. I didnât even want Prom King, man, not really.â
âYeah, donât blame you. Christ, that shit was boring. Almost considered pulling a Carrie, just to make it more lively. âCept chocolate pudding or something instead of pigâs blood.â
Steve gives a joking nod of approval. âGod, that movie. Yâknow we put it on at work, and Robin said the worst bit is the waiting, like for the bucket to fall? The suspense?â
âYeah.â Eddie tilts his head, considers Steve. âYou donât think so?â
Steve shrugs. His smile turns bittersweet. âGuess Iâm used to waiting for things to, um⌠happen.â
Unbidden, Eddie thinks of Steve sitting cross-legged in his bedroom, managing to smile, to laugh right beforeâ
âRobin hated the whole scene, the build-up, everything. Kept complaining âbout the bottom dropping out of her stomach.â
âYeah,â Eddie says quietly. âYeah, I know the feeling.â
âSee, I told her she was wrong though! âCause in that whole movie, the blood, the powers, whateverââ
âThe deaths?â Eddie says wryly.
Steve waves a hand. âYeah, yeah. Still, outta all of that, the scariest thing is the mom, right? You know.â His voice lowers in a hushed imitation: âTheyâre all gonna laugh at you. God, I ignored, like, three customers in a row while that scene played.â
Eddie tries not to stare. He picks at a thread on the couch, considers the thought that horror isnât just blood and screams. That it can be quiet, too.
Steve gives a long sigh. Whispers, as if to himself, âLighten up.â Then he says, louder, âWhat were we talking about, before?â
Eddie thinks. Makes a face. âCrushes.â
Steve laughs like heâd genuinely forgotten. âOh yeah, thatâs right. Okay, back to crushes, then.â
âUgh. Must we?â
âI kinda thought I had a crush on Robin.â
âOh.â Eddie blinks a few times in quick succession. âShit, man, Iâm sorry.â
But Steve scoffs with a smile. âWould you listen?â he says, and it sounds a bit like when their damn French teacher would stress, âĂcouter et rĂŠpĂŠter!â He throws a stray pen at Eddie. âI said I thought I had a crush on Robin. Thought.â
Eddie catches the pen. Throws it back. âOkay, okay. Listening. Uh. WhyâŚ?â
Steve huffs in contemplation. âWell, I kinda thought thatâs what people do, right? Yâknow, summer vacation, nothing else to do but, like, go to the mall. Catch a movie. Look at someone and think oh yeah, itâs you. You know what I mean?â
âI donât know,â Eddie says, and he intends for it to sound flippant, but he doesnât think he achieves that at all. If anything, he sounds quietly amusedâfond even. Canât help but be a little charmed by the thought of Steve viewing summer like that, all rose-tinted and hopeful.
And you say Iâm the romantic.
âYou were the one living the âAll-American boyâ life, Steve. You tell me.â
Steve laughs, wrinkles his nose. âPretty sure I wasnât, man. So then, I spilled to her. And, uh, obviously like, you know, it wasnât gonna happen. But then IâŚâ He laughs again, tender. âI felt relieved.â
âRelieved?â
âYeah. âCause⌠I donât know, Iâm shit at explaining this kinda stuff. The whole summer, I thought well, Iâm a guy, sheâs a girl, she makes me laugh, guess thatâs just how it goes. And then when⌠I realised oh, I can just. We can still, like, hang out? She can still make me laugh, and IâI donât have to⌠we can just be friends. And IâI liked that we could just⌠be like that. Loved it. Still do. Is⌠is that weird?â
âNah.â In all honesty, Eddie thinks thatâs one of the sweetest things heâs ever heard. âNo weirder than me, anyway.â
He takes a deep breath, then realises for once that this isnât scary. With Steve, it isnât scary.
âI guess Iâve always sorta⌠known who I liked.â He smiles, adds tongue in cheek, âI know you think high school crushes donât mean anything, butââ
âIgnore me, man,â Steve says quickly. âI didnât meanâI was just talking about, like, the stupid shit.â
âRelax, Iâm just teasing you. Well, my first⌠it was earlier, actually, in middle school. This boy⌠he moved outta state that Christmas, but⌠Damn, itâs silly. He lent me a pencil. Said I could keep it. And then Iââ Eddie exhales, laughs. âCouldnât stop thinking about his eyes. And then⌠thatâs how I knew.â
âOh,â Steve says softly. And thatâs all he says, his lips parted like Eddie has told him something precious.
Eddie smiles, happiness and sadness battling it out. âThen, uh⌠well, I caught on pretty quick. Worked out that I couldnât exactly⌠I wasnât ever gonna be dancing with who I wanted to at prom, yâknow?â
Steve lets out a forceful sigh. âThe fact thatââ And then itâs like the words choke him for a moment, because he has to start again. âThe fact that some people canâtâcanâtââ He swallows, adds a disjointed, âThat they canâtâjust because other people are awful makes meââ Another sigh, a little shakier than the first. âMakes me really fucking angry, sometimes.â
âWell shit, Steve,â Eddie says faintly, because it looks like Steve might actually cry over him, which⌠he doesnât know what to do with that. âDonât get cut up about it. Iâm fine.â
âI know youâreâŚâ Steve tips his head against one of the cushions, like heâs trying to hide his face. âJust⌠just let me be sad about it, Eddie. And itâs notââ He frowns, clearly mulling something over, so Eddie doesnât interrupt. âI donât mean it like a poor you, if only you werenât⌠kinda thing, okay? The world sucks. Not you.â
âGot it,â Eddie murmurs.
He slowly travels up the couch, until him and Steve are side by side. Steve turns his face away, but the hidden tears on his lower lash line are revealed in the light.
âHey,â Eddie says gently. He reaches out and catches the tears with his thumb. âItâs not worth that, sweetheart.â
Steve closes his eyes. Opens them. âYeah, it is,â he says. It sounds like Yeah, you are.
Eddie smiles. He brushes away any tears that have clung on, just a couple trickling down Steveâs face. âSweet of you to say so.â Youâre sweet.
Steve smiles. Winces a little. âNot really. Check my yearbook, man. I was a real asshole.â
âNow why would I do that,â Eddie says, âwhen I could just look right at you?â
And he can tell that Steveâs taken the wrong thing from that entirelyâspots the way he looks down.
So, fuck it. Eddie says the next thought out loud, as clearly as he can. Keeps his hand cupping Steveâs cheek for a second longer, even though the tears are gone.
âYou wanna know what I think? Too bad, Iâm telling you anyway. I think⌠that youâre a kind soul, Steve Harrington.â
Steve blinks. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. The silence says it all. Youâd be one of the first to say so.
âAnd you know me,â Eddie says, knocks their foreheads together until he feels Steve let out a quiet laugh. âMy word is God, so. You better believe it.â
#the self sacrificial steve agenda#steddie fic#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#robin buckley#steve and robin#eddie and robin#murray bauman#eddie and murray#eddie and max
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The Vampire and the Hunter - Harry Styles AU (Part 4)
Tagging @honeymoonluvv (let me know if anyone else would like to be added to the list!)
I hope everyone's enjoying the story so far!
Darkness was everywhere and time seemed to stand still. It was such a weird sensation⌠you were waiting, even if you didnât know who you were supposed to be waiting for exactly.
âGood evening, love.â
Someone suddenly materialised in front of you. It was a boy, despite the dark you could see him perfectly, make out every single feature of his. He looked like he was in his early twenties, he had jet black hair, warm, captivating brown eyes, long eyelashes, and his olive complexion was flawless, much like Harryâs. But, even if there was no denying he was handsome, this guyâs looks were completely different from Harryâs.
âWho are you?â you whispered. You couldnât relax around some stranger. He didnât look like a vampire, but it was hard to recognise them when they werenât showing off their fangs or their red eyes.
He smiled. Even his smile was mesmerising. âI have no name, my kind doesnât need any. But to make it easier for your limited human mind, I chose to call myself Zayn when communicating with you.â
You glared at his not so subtle insult. âIâll change my question then. What are you?â
He kept walking in circles beside you, never getting too close, not that you would let him. You kept shifting your weight from one foot to the other. âItâs not easy to explain what my kind is precisely, but on earth I believe you call us⌠fallen angels.â
You blinked. This must be a joke. You knew about vampires, sure, and youâd been told the Supernatural realm was much more complicated than that, but fallen angels? Seriously?
âI know itâs difficult to believe, but trust me, Iâm real. Weâre real. However, I wonât be bothering you for long this timeâŚâ he grinned. âI only wanted to introduce myself, so that when we finally meet in the flesh you already know who I am and we will be able to get down to business.â
You wanted to reply, but found yourself frozen on the spot, incapable of speaking.
âIn the meantime, try not to get too close to that vampire, Harry.â Zayn added, moving closer. He lifted his hand and touched your cheek. You still couldnât move. âSee you soon, love.â He smiled, showing his perfect teeth, and disappeared.
You jolted awake, your heart racing. What the hell was that? You took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm down. That dream had been so real⌠but it surely must be only a dream, you had never heard about fallen angels before and there was no way one of them would show up like that before meeting you in the real world. And that warning about Harry⌠youâd probably been feeling guilty because you hadnât mentioned to anyone about him yet and your brain must have created that dream in order to cope. Yes. Definitely.
You lay down again, but couldnât get to sleep for the longest time.
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âY/N?â
You quickly hid a book in your bag, just in time not to get caught. âMr. Walsh! Good morning!â
âGood morning to you too. You usually donât come here so early in the morning, is everything alright?â
Mr. Walsh was one of your mentors, the one youâd first been approached by when you moved to London, the one who told you about vampires, about your fate as a hunter and also the one you currently got along best with.
He was a tall, lean man with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes, about 40 years old. You knew he was a researcher, but you had no idea what he researched exactly for a living. Surely demons and vampires couldnât be on the list.
âYes, Iâm fine⌠I have to go to college soon, so I thought Iâd come earlyâŚâ
Your mentors and people who united to fight the supernatural were all part of one big organisation, you never bothered learning about it because you rarely went to their headquarters, they were located in a huge old building near Buckingham Palace. It was kind of comical.
That day, though, youâd only gone because you planned on looking for one book or more that contained details about the Fair race, the one Harry belonged to. You needed to know more about him. If you were lucky youâd find information about their lineage in the book youâd just snatched and hid in your bag. Thank God Mr. Walsh hadnât noticed.
âIâm glad to know. Could I talk to you, just for a couple of minutes?â
You nodded and went to sit with him at a table nearby. âYes?â
âI donât mean to pry, but are you sure youâre okay? Lately youâve been distant, is there something that has you upset?â
You shook your head and put on your best smile. âNo. Iâm great. Iâm just tired, you know, college, hunter duties, trying to have a social life in my spare timeâŚâ you lamely joked.
Mr. Walsh sighed. âI know itâs difficult. Please, donât push yourself too hard. From what Iâve heard there has been a lack of⌠vampire activity⌠in the city, lately, so I believe you can stop going out every night to patrol. Twice a week will be enough.â
Your eyes lit up. âReally?â
âOf course. But Iâm afraid I have some bad news.â You braced yourself. âYouâre going to the gym twice a week to take taekwondo lessons, arenât you?â
You nodded.
âIn order to improve your fighting techniques and be safe, after much consideration, Mr. Harrison and I decided to sign you up for aikido classes as well.â
âWhat? But Mr. Walsh! I wonât have time to attend those as well-â
âItâs just once a week. If you go patrolling twice a week, youâll have no problem to fit everything into your schedule. It wonât be for a long time, just for a while, itâs for your safety, Y/N. We donât want you to get hurt.â he assured you, trying to look enthusiastic.
âI have no choice, do I?â You sighed.
Your life sucked.
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It was ten in the evening and you were exhausted.
That day, after classes were over, youâd immediately headed to the gym for taekwondo and after two hours and a refreshing shower you couldnât wait to get home. You hadnât even had the time to start reading the book about the Fair race yet and you doubted you would be able to start that night, youâd probably fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.
You turned a corner and almost bumped into someone.
âHarry! What are you doing here?â
âI⌠was waiting for you outside the gym. Last night you told me you take martial arts classes, remember?â
You suddenly felt a lot better. âYes. I didnât expect to meet you so soon, afterâŚâ After you kissed me senseless yesterday.
Harryâs green eyes held a different glow. He seemed happy, but he was his usual calm, controlled self. âI wanted to see you. Iâm sorry, I should have asked you in advance if we could meet⌠you must be very tired, perhaps I should leave-â
âWait!â you stopped him, smiling. âEven if we met last night⌠I wanted to see you, too. Do you feel like walking? We can talkâŚâ You were so happy he was there with you that you didnât even feel all that tired anymore.
âSure.â he picked up your gym bag. âThis is heavy, Iâll carry it. Youâre tired, arenât you?â
You thanked him. It really wasnât that heavy, but you had a few books in there. âIâm a bit tired, school today was fine, but then taekwondo class was rough⌠anyway⌠Iâm happy to see you.â You suddenly stopped walking. You didnât want to get home and say goodbye to Harry just yet.
âAre you okay?â
âYes. Harry, I⌠Iâm really glad you came to see me, but I want to spend more time with you.â You didnât care if you sounded selfish or childish, you really needed to spend time with him, not just take a short walk together.
âI know a nice place.â
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Half an hour later, you two were sitting in a cozy cafĂŠ which you had never been to before. It was open all night, therefore Harry knew about it. You guessed there were only so many nice places a vampire could spend time at during the wee hours of the night.
âHere you are, your hot chocolates.â
A nice waitress brought your orders and, as soon as sheâd left, you curiously stared at Harryâs chocolate and asked something youâd been wondering about. âYou donât need to eat and drink regular food, do you? Can you still feel the taste? Doesnât your body react in weird ways if you eat or drink?â
Harry was amused by your curiosity and smiled. âI can eat and drink if I want to, but I normally never eat solid food. It has no appeal and I can hardly taste it. Hot drinks like coffee, milk, tea and chocolate, howeverâŚâ he paused. âIâm not sure why, but I love them. I enjoy the warm sensation. I hate cold or cool drinks.â
You were taken aback by all that information. âOh⌠I had no idea. I thought that time, when we had coffee together, you only did it to humour me.â
Harry asked you about your day and you told him, including the bit about the additional martial art class you had to take. As you sat there, chatting, you suddenly remembered your dream. âHarry⌠do you think thereâs such a thing as fallen angels?â you blurted out.
He looked at you perplexed. âIâve never met one or heard about people who did, but stranger things have happened. I wouldnât be surprised if they existed. Why?â
You didnât know if you should tell him. In the end, feeling stupid for overthinking what had obviously been just a dream, you smiled. âNothing, just a random thoughtâŚâ
Harry didnât look convinced but he didnât insist. âY/N⌠have you told your mentors about me?â
You werenât expecting that question, but immediately shook your head. âNo⌠thereâs no need to.â you lied.
âNo need to? I am a vampire. Iâm sure they wouldnât be pleased.â
Harry was right, but you didnât want to think about the matter. Your life was hard enough, you needed to do something only for yourself, you needed to have some freedom! You couldnât be 100% responsible all the time! You didnât want to tell Harry that, though. Heâd think you were a brat. âHarry, you⌠can feel affection, canât you?â
âOf course.â
âAnd you wouldnât hurt a fly, so whatâs the matter with us⌠hanging out together?â
Harry didnât reply at first. He stared at you for a long time, before taking your hand and gently squeezing it. âI donât want you to get in trouble because of me.â
Harry was kind, you couldnât imagine him being a menace to anyone. You wouldnât tell your mentors about him. How would they find out, anyway?
You two stayed out until two in the morning, you didnât want to part from him and, as he walked you home, you enjoyed the feeling of his warm arm wrapped around your shoulders, his scent penetrating your nostrilsâŚ
âHarry⌠Iâm going patrolling tomorrow night, at Highgate Cemetery. Will you come?â you softly asked him.
He nodded and leant down to kiss you, holding you tight. His kisses were intoxicating, you kept wishing for more and moreâŚ
âAww, you didnât listen to my advice after all.â
You parted from Harry at the sound of someoneâs husky voice and your eyes widened when you saw a manâs silhouette nearby.
âHello, love. How are you?â he grinned, as Harry protectively moved to stand in front of you. The man was Zayn.
#harry styles au#harry styles x reader#harry styles imagine#harry styles x you#vampire harry styles#vampire harry#vampire x hunter#harry styles x y/n
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Marriage- Julian Casablancas
Authors Note: I had to look up what his personality was like, and im still not totally sure like.... How he acts, who he is and everything but I hope you enjoy!!! @jakelinestradlin
Warnings: P in V (protected) cussing,
"Today's been a great day," You looked up at Julian smiling.
"I agree," He grabbed your hand, and held it in his as you both walked through the flower field.
Julian finally had a day off, so naturally, he wanted to spend it with you. You two had gone everywhere today, first he took you for coffee and donuts at your favorite shop, then he bought you flowers from a small stand wedged between two much larger buildings.
After all that, he bought lunch for the both of you, and took it to a park, and that's where you currently were. You had both finished lunch in the car, and had gotten out to find a spot to sit. Julian grabbed a soft blanket from the backseat.
You walked up through the tall green weeds and lay down the blue blanket. Julian layed down on his side, letting his head rest on his hand. He stared down at you, smiling lightly.
"What're you lookin' at Mr." You giggled.
"You," He smiled brightly. "You're just so gorgeous I can't help it"
You blush deeply before pushing him on his back lightly. You lean over him and peck his lips, pulling away quickly. Julian's hand reached up and pulled you back down, pressing his plump lips against yours again. You pulled away smiling. His face quickly changed from loving to nervous. You looked at him concerned.
"are you okay?" You asked, moving to sit on your knees.
"Well I uh," He looked around nervously.
"Oh no don't tell me your leaving me," Your face twisted into a side ways pout.
"No No No," He shook his head, crossing his long legs. "That's not what this is, it's actually opposite."
You looked at confused, "What do you mean?"
He sighed before pulling out a blue velvet box, and opening it, a small diamond ring sat comfortably in between the plush holders. You gasped before looking up at him.
"Don't feel pressured," He looked up into your eyes. "But I really love you, more than anyone else. You're exactly like me, but also totally different, and life with you never gets boring. I want to spend my life with you Y/n, will you marry me?"
Your eyes tear up, you nodded, and hugged him tightly. His long arms wrapped around your torso, you pulled away wiping away a singular tear from your face. Julian grabbed your hand softly sliding the ring onto your finger. His eyes glazed over with happy tears. He kissed you deeply, you moved to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his body. His hands gripped your hips gently, your hands placed on either side of face. You parted your mouth lightly, letting Julian's tongue sleep in between them, his tongue touching yours lightly.
You pulled away and looked into his eyes. He looked into yours, you both stared at each other for a moment.
"I wanna go home," You whispered, knowing the feeling that was in between your legs.
"Me too," He said quietly, standing up and putting out his hand to help you.
You let him help you up before you flattened out your clothes and grabbed the blanket. You both walked back to the car in silence, but still holding hands. throwing the blanket into the back, you sat down in the passenger side, Julian closing the door for you. He walked back to his side and got in, driving off towards home, his large hand gripped your thigh.
Once you were home, you put the flowers into a vase and set them on the kitchen island, turning around only to be enclosed by Julian's tall form. You gasped slightly.
"You scared me!" You slapped his chest.
"I'm sorry love," He chuckled, before suddenly throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom.
You giggled as he threw you down on the bed, standing at the edge of it. You knew what was about to come. You both maintained eye contact as Julian pulled off his shirt slowly. You followed, taking yours off, as well as your green lace bra. His eyes adverted to your chest, smirking lightly. He crawled up to you, kissing you as soon he reached you.
You kissed back, your hands immediately went his neck, gently caressing his skin. He pressed kisses from your mouth to your neck, gently nipping at the skin. He kissed down your plush stomach before kissing your lips again. He leaned over you to the dresser and grabbed a condom before pulling his pants down and letting his member slap against his stomach. You pulled your shorts down with your underwear, and threw them to the side. Julian scooted closer in between your legs and leaned down to kiss you once more.
"Are you ready?" He asked softly, looking into your eyes.
You nodded.
"Words, my love," He ran his thumb over your bottom lip.
"I'm ready babe," You blushed.
He slowly inserted his member, before stopping for a second to let you adjust. He started off slow, delivering slow but powerful thrusts into you. You moaned, letting your arms hook under his, your hands place softly on his back, his face tucked in between your neck and the pillows. His thrusts sped up, your nails dug into his back. He moved, his hands grabbing your legs and throwing them up onto his shoulders, you moaned loudly. Julian's member slid in and out quickly, his tip repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. Your legs began to shake, his thrusts faltered.
"I'm gonna cum!" You moan loudly.
"me too," He groaned. "cum with me baby"
Julian sped up, giving you hard and fast thrusts, you both came with a loud moan, he stayed in place for a moment before kissing you gently. He pulled out slowly, panting heavily. You smiled at him.
"You were amazing as always," He looked at you lovingly, pulling off the condom and throwing his boxers on, throwing you your panties.
"You were too sweetheart," You blushed.
Soon after, you both fell asleep.
THE END, please enjoy! <3
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Smoke Signals- COD MEN
This is based gonna request:
Angst?, Family issues, mentions of abuse, mentions of SA and possible R8pe.
Backstory:
It's a known fact to Price that you never had a relationship/bond with your family. You had the worst relationship with them. As a child they treated you like shit. Nothing but the worst. One time, you tried to explain to them what had happened to you at a party, they as always didn't believe you. You were triggered when others would touch your thighs, so when they knew this, they pinned you to the floor, touching you everywhere. Ever since, it had been you out in the world.
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Any time you'd have to take time off because you "earned" it, you'd stay at base. Price was the man you told all of your problems to, he listened to it all. Always the shoulder you leaned on, on tough nights. The guy who would make a joke as you cried. To him you had become his own child. So when your family would sneak up on base and verbally harass you for not being there for them(always asked for money) price would have them escorted. He'd sent you to his office and you'd sit there with a therapist, his hand holding yours. Always squeezing it when he knew you'd be close to a bad memory.
It brought him pain when he watched you talk about the past, you were so use to the mistreatment your poor soul thought this was normal. And ever since you first shared a dark memory with him, he has been teaching you the right ways you should've been treated like.
One late night, Price, Ghost and Alejandro had a meeting. It extended further than they'd like. Soap, Gaz, Rudy and Kreuger were off base, they decided to treat themselves to a few drinks. You walked around base, waiting for anyone to hang around with you. Unfortunately, your family got passed security. Soon they found you, they started to say things to you. "look at you, such a weak thing." your father pushed you around.
"there is a reason why I nearly aborted you, such a disgrace"
Your siblings started to push your buttons. And suddenly as you closed your eyes, you were 7 years old again. You were back in your room, your arms protecting your poor weak figure. "Daddy please stop!" you begged, yours eyes shut as tears streamed down. "this si what you get for being such a disrespectful thing!" he kept hitting you.
"please mummy do something, it hurts."
You prayed and prayed, hoping someone would hear this and take you away. To somewhere safe, kind and far away. To and mum and a dad who would love you, who'd hold your hand when you were scarred.
You must've been lookin' for me Sendin' smoke signals Pelicans circling Burnin' trash out on the beach
"get away from them!" price rushed to you. The rest of the team trailed behind, confused as to why the captain was acting like this. But as they approached they saw you. You were sitting on the floor, holding yourself as tears ran down. Price kneeled down, his arms around you. "Ghost call security, get these fuckers out" he spitted.
"hey, listen to me, you're safe now. They are gone." he whispered as he rocked you in his arms. "I'm here, they won't hurt you again. r/n"
But you weren't responding. You pushed hi off, he stepped back. You started whispering, "M'sorry dad, it's my fault just please..please don't hit me." your voice cracked. Your hands started to travel around your skin, you started to grip onto it. Price knew you were close to having a breakdown. So against your wishes he picked you up and jogged to his office.
One of your eyes is always half-shut Somethin' happened when you were a kid I didn't know you then and I'll never understand Why it feels like I did
Through the night he stayed up, listening as you calmed yourself down. "you left me alone." you finally said, your gaze focused on him. "I know kid, and for that I am sorry."
"why did you leave me?" your voice was so soft, god it broke him a million times to hear you say this.
"I didn't mean to."
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It was a regular Friday. Price and the other commanding officers back at the meeting room. You were locked in your room. What can I say, you learn from mistakes after all. You grew hungry at around 5pm, the mess hall was closed. To all other soldiers, but price gave you a spare key. "have a go, just don't be hard on the ice cream, and save me some." he had told you. As you exited your room, your mother tapped your shoulder. "I believe we have to talk." And you walked inside your room again. They sat around, "so what is it?" you asked. "why are you so stubborn with us?" you were confused. "stubborn?"
"well we try and try to talk to you, but all you do is send us away. I mean I am your mother for god sakes, and all I want is for my child to love me!" She began to fake cry. It was typical for her. "mum-"
"no your mother is right, we have tried to reach out, we send stuff to you, and all you do is bitch about it to your commanders." you dad stood up, god you hated that look on his face. Unfortunately it was a emotion he carried everywhere.
"When have I done such bullshit? I was just a kid when you all decided I would be your personal punching bag, you fucking blamed me for shit I didn't do. I loved you all, forgave you for it all."
"those are stolen memories, you saw a show and what you say we did is fake." you mother said
"what?! that is such a fucking lie! I lived through all your hate! I was always the idiot to go back to you! I cried for you, I begged for you to love me and all you did was laugh at my face mother!"
"pity me pity me." your sibling mocked your voice. You were closer to crying this time.
"aren't you embarrassed? grown men have to protect you, I mean you are just another burden for them!"
"that. is not true! I have found a family here, we all understand each other, we respect one another and I would die for them" you opened the door from your room, stepping out.
Your "conversation" had become so loud your teammates came out of their rooms. They all stood around and watched as you started to crumble. As you marched out, your mother grabbed your arm. "this isn't over! You listen to me here-!"
"no you listen to me! I have had enough of all of you, with you shit memories, you always play hero mother, always and I am tired of your fake crying. And by the way you should be embarrassed, at your grown age acting like a child? God you are pathetic.!" Your voice cracked every now and then, you wiped your tears and continue to look at her.
Alejandro wanted to step in, but Soap pulled him back. Price started to make way to you. You dad slapped you across the face. "don't you ever disrespect your mother!" There is was, his goddamn devil face. If he wanted you he could kill ya.
"go ahead dad, beat me, do it! just like when I was a kid! You fucking piece of shit."
"I hope you fucking die!"
the men started to approach. Your mother pushed you to the floor, as you looked up at her an evil smile was smudged against her lips. It was the same look she gave you every time she would hit you hard.
And once more, you were a child.
"mummy please, please don't hit me! I love you mummy please!" but she did it, she'd hit you until you fell asleep. And then as she regained some energy she would pull out a cigarette, she would light two. One for her and one for your skin. Anytime she inhaled the smoke, she would burn your skin
You're cried, "you are seriously doing this again?" your voice cracked, it was so low that only she heard. You had given up once more.
And as your father started to take his belt off, Ghost tackled him. He punched him a few times. One of your siblings tried to push him off, but Sebastian (Krueger) held them and with one move he knocked them out. Price and Soap dragged your mother and other sibling out.
"We will be back and next time I come around you'll regret being being born!" Rodolfo and Alejandro held you in their arms.
Just checking out to hide from life And all of our problems, I'm gonna solve 'em With you ridin' shotgun Speeding 'cause fuck the cops
Soon all the men looked at you, "what?" you cheek was red, a hand print on it. Gaz came back with a pack of ice, "here, don't want ya pretty face to suffer." he jokingly said.
"yeah imagine having to kiss ya cheek goo'night with what could be a bruise,,,,yikes" soap said as he wrapped you in his arms. Alejandro smacked the back of his head as he said that, it caused a giggle to escape your lips. "Oi!" he responded.
And for the first time, you were able to admit that your family had become your annoying lover boys. For this was true family, your family.
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A/n: okay maybe this isn't exactly what you had in mind, but I really do hope you liked it!
Canât sleep so here ya go!
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PILOT: To See A Familiar Face [Lookism x Transmigrated!OC]
Sypnosis: After realizing Avery was in the PTJverse, she decided to have a little fun and become more involved in the story as one would think.
OR:
In which a fangirl gets plopped into a country full of hot people, and decided to go full fangirl.
WARNINGS: None.
Chatter lingers around the classroom as certain students or friend groups go to one corner to another as they talk about numerous topics. One group was full of girls, all circled around one personâs desk, Avery Hwang.
As she humorlessly talked to her friends, her mind was in a different place. Today⌠She thought. Today is the day I will meet the main character of this world, or more accurately, one of the main characters of this universe, Daniel Park!  The olive skin-toned girl excitedly taps her feet as she musters up the courage to finally talk to him in person.
Yes, thatâs right. Sheâs aware of everything around her, and for the longest time too. After getting in an accident at the ripe age of 5, she remembered all of the memories from her past life and even got the nearly-the-same powers of a certain MC from Questism. Instead of giving her cards as a reward, it gives her points to put on different aspects of herself in which she can upgrade.
She got 50 points from a previous quest? Great! Now she can choose to put in any stats on her that she sees fit. Intelligence? Put 3 in there! A hobby shes never done before suddenly becomes available in the shop that requires 300 points to master? Put in 12 points in there!
This is how her life has been for the past 16 years. At some point in her life, she managed to unlock a tiny creature (which she considers to be her mascot if she had any), to talk to!
There were many stories here in the Pak Tae Jun verse she could have chosen, but she chose to be close within the story of lookism. Why?
Cuz it was more fun that way, Duh.
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âAlright class, settle down!â The teacher drops his text books to his desk to gain everyoneâs attention. The students quickly went to their seats to get ready for class.
âWe have a new transfer student who will be joining us today. Now I know weâre halfway towards the semester, but I still expect all of you to greet them a warm welcome!â Hushed whispers were passed out and about trying to figure out who the new students might be.
âA new student?â
âAt our school?â
âIs it a guy? Or a girl?â
Holy shit! This is it! Avery excitedly awaited for Daniel Parkâs appearance to J high for the first time. Iâll finally get to meet him!
The teacher signals the new kid to get in to introduce himself.
âHello. Iâm Daniel Park, nice to meet all of you.â The new kid smiles to the rest of the class as everyone gapes in booth horror and amazement. Gasps and mutters are heard from everywhere in the class, much to the teacherâs disappointment.
âGosh! Even his voice is cute!â
âIs he a trainee?â
âLook how tall he is.â
The teacher instructs Daniel to sit on the empty seat at the back as Daniel followed suit.
One girl was cleaning her classes and coincidentally put it on the exact same time as Daniel walked by. A sudden gust of wind comes whipflashing at the girlâs face, cracking her glasses. Daniel walks pass her not noticing before the girl mutters next to her seatmate.
âI bet heâs over 180cm!â
âIs he an undercover idol?â
Daniel sat down and remembered how his first day of middle school was back in his old body and school. He was so excited to open up a new chapter in his life, only to be threatened by his seatmate not to talk to him or else.
He shudders over the fear of his seatmate being the same. His eyes linger over to his left side to see his eventual demise.
âHey, Iâm Zack Lee. Nice meeting you.â The student nonchalantly responds with his hands on his pockets. Danielâs eyes widened as he realized who he was seated next to.
âO-oh, yeah! Hi!â Daniel stuttered as he stiffly waved his hand to the mean looking raven haired boy.
It was the guy who beat me up at Central Seoul yesterday! His eyes quickly darted around the classroom only to see the dreaded brunette girl he accidentally bumped intoâŚ
Oh no. His face paled at the thought while covering half his face with his hand.
âHi there.â His body jumped at the new voice to his right. He looked over to see a half brunette half blonde with a complicated long hair style. âMy name is Avery Hwang. Welcome to our class! Hope you donât get too spooked hereâŚâ Her lips ruptured a laugh and nudged her head towards the guys in front of their row, a bunch of tough and scary looking kids sending him daggers.
Danielâs body shivers over the thought of being beaten up again, even in his new body. Just as he was having an internal battle within himself, a new player was added into the battle grounds. A girl was walking towards his direction after she introduced herself.
âDaniel, right? Hi! Iâm Zoe.â She gives Daniel her most sweetest smile before waving a small hello. Mutters could be heard around the classroom once again, only this time it was directed to the bob cut girl.
âZoe ParkâŚâ One grimaced.
âI knew she would do that.â
âAs soon as she sees someone good-lookingâŚâ
âSheâs at it again!â
âCâmon guys, letâs be positive now-â Avery tried to save Zoeâs reputation.
Wow, sheâs hot! Daniel looked at her with his mouth agape, a blush creeping up his cheeks.
Zoe feigns surprise as she points at his face. âHey, youâve got something on your face!â Daniel touches his face trying to look for the supposed thing. âWhere?â He asks.
âA hand-some-thing! Hehe~â She giggles as the rest of the class blanches at her sorry excuse of a flirt. The girl right next to Daniel sighs in disgust while hiding her face in second-hand embarrassment.
âI knew it!â
âJust expect Zoe to come in like a damn buffalo..â
âWish that was me frfrâ
âGet a life man!â
A click of a tongue could be heard as Zack stares at Zoe with a disgusted look on his face. âHey, Zoe. Stop flirting and sit down already. Itâs annoying.â His eyes twitches an annoyance and embarrassment.
Zoe pretend to get scared as she ducks down Danielâs desk. âOh Zack! Youâre so scary~â Zackâs gaze at her alters from cringe and gets even more furious. âJesus! Why do you women act so weird?! Ugh, all of you are the same.â Wait! Not Mira! Mira is different! Zack looks over to Mira to apologize, only to see her blushing and staring at Danielâs figure.
Suddenly, all his bare minimum respect for the new kid suddenly vanished away as he glares at Daniel. Â I hate the new transfer dickhead!
âCome on, guys! Iâm not even done talking yet! Zoe, get back to your seat.â The teacher instructs to Zoe as she grumbles while walking back to her seat, a few of the kids laughing and giggling at her failed attempt.
As the teacher continues talking, Daniel is left on a sour mood as he realizes heâs done fucked up. A tap on his shoulder breaks his inner turmoil as he looks over to the girl beside him, Avery Hwang.
âSorry you had to experience that. Zoe has a knack for trying to weed out good looking guys for god knows why, and Zack is a rather⌠Interesting individual.â They both look over to Zoe whoâs acting all cute and pristine in class as she know has a reason to finally act properly. âPlease forgive them. And donât get shaken up too much! Iâve seen your face and its not looking so well.â
Daniel scratches his cheek before chuckling humorlessly. âOh, yes. Of course. I donât mean too much trouble.â His eyes goes to look at the board to distract himself from his thoughts as he thinks of a hundred ways to live his new life.
Unbeknownst to him, Averyâs honey colored eyes still lingers on his figure, her face veiled in mystery. After all, this isnât the first time she met Daniel Park. She knew him from long ago, from a past life.
Just divided between a screen.
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Ew this is cringe help
Decided to mix in the dialogue in the anime and in the webcomic! If I were to shift to lookism, I imagine itâs in the anime style but everyone gets to keep their original character designs, like Zoe with her bob cut and more cuter and softer look. But Iâd let Miraâs appearances stay as in the anime and vasco cuz I like him tan like that ong
I decided to write a long-ish(?) pilot of a story idea I came up with! Itâs noting interesting, just my oc being involved in the story. I wanted to go to a x OC approach if thatâs okay! If any of you would like me to turn this into a x reader, feel free to tell!
Should I finally make a proper Chapter 1?
This is my first time publicly sharing my fanfiction so please be gentle with me in the comments-
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