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binniesthighs · 3 years

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multifandom soulmate aus ✨

soulmate (n): a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

✨ a/n: hello hello!! today on, “Ro’s self indulgent fics” ehehe i’ve been thinking a lot about some of my favorite kpop besties and how i feel like sometimes in a group, there’s the members who just stick like glue and it’s kinda like they were destined to meet that way! anyway hehe this concept is so fkn cute to me so i wanted to make some poly r-ship headcannons with some of my favorites!

➛ disclaimer: the pairings that i use are def not all inclusive of all “soulmate” pairings out there, just the ones i know of atm! also, i know some of these groups better than others, so some will be more specific, and others a little more general!

✨ groups included: stray kids, ateez, the boyz, monsta x, seventeen, txt, bts

✨ feedback is always appreciated! who’s your favorite?✨

➛maybe if we’re feelin’ spicy i can do a part 2 with the ones i haven’t done yet ;)

Pairing: idol x female reader x idol (see fandoms above!)

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: established r/ship au, poly r-ship, sexual content (the usual stuff also including unprotected sex-please stay safe!) comfort ahhh, mentions of food alcohol

*all photocreds go to ops :)

both sfw and nsfw under the snip snip!

♡ chanlix ♡

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omg where the hell do i start with chanlix we love our cannon soulmates

arguably the softest fkn pairing on this list; being soulmates with chanlix is like meeting your other halves (thirds?). there’s some serious destiny at work here!!

the three of you understand each other on a spiritual level--almost to the point where you could likely read their minds if you wanted to try haha. there’s also a really, really strong type of emotional intimacy that you share with them that’s out of this world.

this soulmate bond is so fkn strong, the three of you could go through any hardships and come out of it stronger than ever!

the three of you have cute lil nicknames for eachother that you thought up yourselves!

your families are close as heck! it’s really pure how by the three of you so many people can get close ahhh

i think that chanlix would be really into more outdoorsy dates? camping, swimming, hiking, sightseeing, stargazing, picnics etc! felix also loves taking you on food tours!

bc chan is chan, he really takes on such a protective role over you and felix, he would quite literally do anything for you two: forgot your notebook or documents on the way to work/school? he’ll drop everything to bring them to you. sad? he’ll get you your favorite food, tons of blankets, his hoodie to wear and your favorite movie/tv show to watch with you! if anyone hurts your feelings too he will square tf up.

felix is the world’s most adoring boyfriend in so, so many ways. not only is he such a cuddle bug, he shows you that he cares with tons of acts of service similar to chan! this comes in the form of his baking of course and other silly little gifts he sees that reminds you of him. he isn’t the best at words sometimes, but will soothe you by giving you a little massage or by playing with your hair!

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okay...😏 damn i’ve been wanting to write some poly chanlix so fkn bad ahhhh

once again i really see chan taking the lead in more intimate situations. he really likes giving directions and seeing both you and felix carry them out! honestly he gets a bit of an ego boost seeing the both of you all whiny and fucked out ahhh

here i come with my softsub!felix agenda oops hehe but this boy is frickin’ angelic for you and chan oml, he always asks for permission before he does things and eats praise up with a fkn spoon. praises alone really get him off: “does lixie like it when i play with his cute cock like this?”

there’s something that gets the three of you ridiculously amped when you do all kinds of roleplay scenarios FRICK some favorites are pet play (you and lix being the kitties) teacher/student, roleplaying strangers, sex slaves, artist/muse, oh my god there was a halloween where you once did vampire roleplay you still think about it 🤤

since the three of you are so comfortable with eachother, experimentation feels really safe! for example, the suggestion of shibari came up and now....let’s just say lix looks really pretty tied up ;)

chan’s got a huuuuge (cock) and size kink!! he really likes topping both you and lix and seeing a bulge omg.... also when he can bulge your throats mmmhm!

felix loves it especially when you ride his face, and he cold do it for hours! he looks so cute between your legs when he licks over and over your clit. he’ll ask you too if he’s doing good and you better say yes ;)

favorite position would be all cuddled up and cozy with the two of them double penetrating you real nice and slow with tons of kisses and just touchin’ all over

cockwarming cockwarming all day, every single time, without fail, it feels wrong if you finish without it!

♡ woosan ♡

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idk why but the first thing that comes to my mind is that in certain settings, ya’ll are loud as fuck AHA i guess what i mean to say as that as a trio, you are all super, super unapologetic and confident when around each other! this might have lead to you getting kicked out of a couple bowling alleys and karaoke places before...

there’s a type of unspoken understanding that the three of you have that makes your bond so special. while you love eachother so dearly, it isn’t something that you really feel needs to be said out loud, it kind of just is!

woosan are already really clingy on their own and when you come along?? you all can’t keep your hands off each other!! ya know how in movies there’s the whole “hand in the back pocket of your jeans???” woosan!!

their energy together is so fkn chaotic but that's why you love them! they never fail to make you laugh and this is also the best way that they know how to cheer you up!

Bc the three of you are a bit unbridled, it’s a bit hard to be serious at times when you go on dates/hang out with friends together so often you get some affectionate eye rolls haha

wooyoung is someone that will try anything with you! hehe even if he knows that he mind not be that into it, he’ll still go with you! of course, he might say something snarky but he really does love just spending time with you! wooyoung also shares you with all his friends (changbin, yeonjun) so lowkey it feels like you’re one of the bros at times LOL

san is a big fan of giving you gifts! oh also! words of affirmation too, san is someone who knows your insecurities well, so hypes you tf up all the time!! he especially loves buying things for you that he knows you’ll look pretty in just so he can compliment you ahhh

at the end of the day however, there’s nothing more more that the three of you love than the tightest cuddles ever as you fall asleep! honestly, sometimes its a little too tight haha

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THESE BOYS FKN RAVISH YOU LIKE YOU’RE A FIVE COURSE MEAL

and of course they expect the same from you as well! i mean....can you blame them??? these boys are sexy as hell and they frickin’ know it!!

i have this super clear image of both of them stripping you down and rubbing massage oil all over your body and then giving you the turn to do it to them my lord...

sort of along this line, temperature play makes these boys feral. wax, ice, blowies with popsicles you name it

both of them really just like being touched all over because they have the prettiest dancer’s bodies and just feeling hands on their muscles makes them loose it.

wooyoung loves to mark the hell out the both of you in a really territorial way: all over your chests and necks even on your thighssss

san, while he often does find himself in sub space, really easily can switch to dom you in the most beautiful way. everything with him is really intimate and raw: if this wasn’t already obvious haha he would like have a hand kink and loves seeing the way that his fingers look pumping in and out of your entrance and how your juices look as well.

back too wooyoung, he’s the king of oral. whether it’s going down on you and sucking at your clit or deep throating with master level skill...foreplay is never boring with him!

in my brain, i can see the both of them filling nearly position so this makes for an interesting dynamic to say the least AHA

every once and a while, they’ll let you take complete control of the both of them while they just sit back and watch you with the most smug-ass grins that you’ll see in your life!

AH another thought: woosan fkn love when you squirt on them, in any way this might look: when you’re nearly screaming in your overstimulation they want it all over them.

favorite position would be 69 threesome style with all of your sloppy moans in-between <3

♡ moonbae ♡

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HEAR ME OUT the king of soulmates that know that they are soulmates but don’t take it seriously in the slightest istg this is my most favorite dynamic ahhhh

there is not one dull day with these two boys, they’ll have you laughing in stiches until you can barely breathe like, the best kind of wheezy, silent laughter ya know what i’m talking about

INSIDE JOKES literally so many inside jokes with the three of you

Kevin is never scared to call your ass out, but that’s bc he knows you so well!! it’s all just jokes don’t ya worry ;)

Along this line, your groupchat like has some random-ass name that’s also an inside joke

Jacob on the other hand is the biggest sweetheart when it comes to you, boy frickin’ melts. There is not a day that goes by when he hasn’t told you he loves ya morning and night.

Also the best listener in the whole world, you can tell him anything and everything and he’s just sit and listen and give advice.

Kevin loves you a ton a ton but just shows it differently! He remembers all the little things about you that you tell him to the point it’s scary how he does it so well

Meme king Kevin would send you memes that remind him of you and Jacob

Lowkey i can see the both of them getting into the cutest petty arguments like which one of them you love more or think is more talented AHA again it’s all in good fun hehe

it goes without saying but...it’s cuddle central up in here.

THEY WOULD SERENADE TF OUT OF YOU oh my god it’s literally heavenly, Kevin would play piano and Jacob would play guitar FRICK

You have oddly specific dates?? Like they would pick a movie to go see that the three of you would all hate just to meme the whole time. Jacob would still get invested accidentally tho.

The way to both of these boy’s hearts is their stomachs so when you cook for them they would quite literally do anything for you

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ok ok so i’m a baby deobi so this is the gist of what i’m getting (i also did a little research LOL thank you @ deobi smutblr hehe)

firstly i would like to say that i’m manifesting thigh riding with Jacob and i literally can’t think of anything else for some reason just p h e w and BOY does he love it too he thinks its so fkn cute to watch you!

i get heavy, heavy switch vibes from Kevin with maybe some sub leanings??? either way, jacob def has soft dom vibes (oh god and occasional soft sub) to me but also has no problem with you taking control and doing what you like to him if that’s what you desire!

kevin is impatient impatient and does not do well with your teasing. also...loud as hell, like, sometimes you have to tell him that he needs to calm tf down hehe (but of course you love it when he gets like that)

separately, both of them are very different experiences i think: kevin is a fan of hard and fast, kitchen counter over the sofa type stuff sloppy toppy in risky places, and he loves to experiment too!

jacob is also really different where he likes much, much more slow and intimate stuff like missionary, shower sex, real atmospheric stuff like candles and nice scents ahhh BIG fan of really fluffy pet names too like baby, princess, angel etc. super visual too omggg gets hard when you strip for him i think ;)

together it’s a fkn whirlwind i’ll tell ya that. its like, honestly the most unique experience i can think of on this list because the two of them are so different. i will say that it can end up being really giggly and sweet tho!

when it’s the three of you, kevin’s dom side comes out a little more so you’re left with these two lovely boys who want to give you all the attention! it’s lowkey a competition lol

favorite position is when you’re sucking jacob off and kevin gets to do literally whatever the hell he wants with your pussy...i imagine that it might have to do a lot with edging if you ask me ;)

♡ jookyun ♡

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oddly, i find myself soft af for jookyun and idk how to describe it haha (considering that they can often be hard as hellll)

the three of you are also really nonchalant, but this is really in the way that you just feel as if you’ve known eachother for a really long time!

as we know, jookyun were a bit of an enimies to lovers arc (AHA) so with the time that they’ve spent building their bond, it’s strong asf!

i like to think that jooheon and changkyun would really get a ton of artistic inspiration from you for their music. since both of them write and often reflect bc of this, you’re totally their muse! (they’ll write some nasty as hell lyrics thanks to you too LOL)

while our lovely thicc mx boys have unbridled confidence at times, really, they are babie. and they are frickin weak for your pampering.

because of this, the two of them would become flustered as all hell when you do lil things for them!! this could be making them some lunch or just giving them the off compliment that they look a lil extra handsome that day.

your safe place is with them!! ahhh i would also like to add the number of slick ass grabs when you’re in public is a bit off the chain at times ahah

the duality of this r/ship is really something to note LOL when you go out and about when the two of them you certainly get some stares bc they look a lil intimidating at times but when you and your boyfriends cuddle up on the subway you give all passerby's whiplash haahah

Kyun is someone who is insanely romantic. almost to the point that it is cheesy haha he’d treat the both of you to expensive ass dinners, beach vacations and maybe even matching couple’s jewelry like rings or bracelets!

jooheon on the other hand is a little more toned down haha but has another side to him that fkn swells with pride knowing how breathtaking you both are...frankly, his ego skyrockets knowing that he’s got you both for arm candy if this make sense teehee

the three of you call eachother “babe” interchangeably, so it can get a bit confusing when you’re all in the same place and someone says “hey babe?” you need a new nickname ooP

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hello and here i am to push the sub!changkyun agenda. first and foremost i would like to explain how this man is such a pillow princess with the most lovely bratty edge *sighs* all that kyun wants is for you to fkn use him and do literally whatever the hell you want!! this man daydreams about you riding him right then and there wherever the hell he is.

also, kyun is the king of toys, both using them on you and on himself! need i also say breath play as well in the same giving and receiving form? more than anything he loves it when jooheon wraps his hand around his neck hooooly ahhh he prefers it when you tease his tip with a vibrator until he’s angrily red and begging for you to give him a break just for you to bend down and give a kiss to his pearly head which makes him jolt

jooheon is often more of a soft to hard dom if you ask me and takes care of both you and kyun really well. also... he will manhandle the hell out of you if you feel up for it (cough cough your arm kink for him ) oh shit and his thighs....don't’ even get me started

while the three of you often opt for the hard and fast (even in some more risque places--such as in the recoding studio) there are really some more intimate times that you share too!

on one of changkyun’s vacations, in the middle of the night, when no one was in sight and the hot tub was free for use...it started out as a bit of making out but then turned into something else when you decided to straddle jooheon and he let his hands creep under the straps of your swimsuit...needless to say you were bouncing on both of their dicks while you were warmed by the crackling bubbles

at times, jookyun can get a little needy and impatient without you, so this has lead to a couple situations where you walk in on them letting out their frustrations ;) of course, immediately then they’d love for you to join!

kyun has an oral fixation too, sooo he may or may not love cockwarming with his mouth or sucking your fingers lightly when you go to suck his dick~

♡ junhao ♡

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here me out with this one...but...there’s something really intimate about this relationship?? oh how to put this into words LOL junhao also have an insanely deep bond that really transcends if ya ask me haha

while they both can be really goofy around eachother when comfortable the soulmate vibes are just...immaculate! this is all i can say? all three of you are just so connected in the way that you accept each other for all that you are and just kind of naturally gravitate towards each other even before you really knew that there were romantic feelings involved!

first, i would like to say that out of all the pairings on this list, you three are classy as FUCK. seeing the three of you next to eachother is like seeing literally three models in the flesh. the way that you dress (sometimes even to match a little) is unbelievable bc you all just look so good?

hand holdingggg wherever you go! holding hands across cafe tables, playing with each other’s hands absentmindedly hehe

TRAVEL BUDDIES you would go anywhere with them and take tons of pics!! i mean the prettiest pics

hao shows his love for you in the form of so many things, all of which he makes himself!! you inspire his physical art and drawings which he shares with you and he also loves to take clothes too and personalize them for you!

jun on the other hand would take you to the studioooo and you could watch him danceee oh my gosh he’s literally so breathtaking and he would be dancing just for you with every curve of his body he’s so magical :’) then he’d ask you for feedback and you’d just be speachless...also loves to make you smile!! just being his goofy self he’s the best at it and thinks you’re so cute!

there’s a ton of adoration in this relationship! tons of cute little displays of skinship that might look like a poke in the cheek or the fluffing of their hair ahh

still, i feel like you would have kind of silly little nicknames for them that match their personalities and perhaps...you could have matching phone cases with these nicknames....

in this relationship there’s a ton of quiet moments that are really peaceful and indulgent such as watching sunsets, drinking wine together, just talking about life n stuff like that!

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hellz yeah we’re in for some more intimate-ass fuckin! but also....😏

this boys are kinky as shit but in like a really classy ass way lolll this is so hard to put into words.

well, i’ll start with junhui catboy agenda so there’s that hehehe he would most def be into pet play: that could be like ears or pretty collars and of course calling you (or him) kitten.

minghao is really versatile and doesn’t really like labels of dom and sub, he just does what he wants and what feels good to him! bc we’re talking about how intimate everything is, the kind of sex that you share with them is often never rushed but really purposeful and even planned sometimes!

i also see there being TONS of sensory items that would come into play with junhao such as flowers, fragrances, aphrodisiacs, all kinds of fabrics for sensory deprovision such as velvet, silk, hemp rope, and so much more!

BOTH OF THEM WOULD SOUND ANGELLIC i see hao as letting out really pretty soft moans that kind of trail on his tongue and jun sort of choking out gasps with a bit of a rasp to them when they cum or they feel turned on

oh god MIRROR SEX that's what i have to say about this

it doesn’t happen often, but sometimes when any one of you would be feeling needy or pent up they can certainly do hard and fast with you between the two of them. especially when this happens, oh my god hao loves it when you moan really breathily into his mouth when you’re pressed against him ooooh shit

and jun loves it when you bite into his shoulder too when he fucks you it just makes him feral

actually, i could really see the three of you recording yourselves, or even taking pictures when you have more intimate moments to look at later, just for your own enjoyment or to get off when you’re without the others

favorite position: hmmm mirror sex with you on top of minghao literally just kissing him and marking his body as jun eats you out until you’re dripping down to minghao’s cock which he jerks off too~

♡ yeonbin ♡

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DON’T TOUCH ME IM SOFT

admittedly i don’t know too much about this pairing but i do know a lil so i wanted to add them!! i also did a lil research hehe

FIRST i would like to say that the three of you would without a doubt have the cutest puppy together, if not one, then two!! they would be little dogs with perfect haircuts and likely have their own instagram account which the three of you would run! they’d be instragram famous of course

LITERALLY EVERY DAY ITS A FIGHT OVER WHOS CUTEST i kid you not this is an ongoing battle you’re all just...so weak for the other ahaha

being in a relationship with them is like being in a relationship with your bestfriends!

dates with the two of them can really range all over the place bc you just like having fun together! movie dates, breakfast dates, ZOO OR AQUARIUM DATES, taking little trips to places you haven’t been before or stay at home dates like having a little indoor picnic!

soobin is really low energy, and would often opt to hang out with you at home or at a cafe while the two of you do your thing together! he lovessss when you bake or cook for him, literally whatever it is he’ll eat it!

his smile is instant serotonin and the reason why you fell in love with him! the two of them together all smiley is your lockscreen!

yeonjunie prefers going out with you clothes shopping and would DEF enable you to dye your hair a color that you’ve always been dying to do! he also loves showing you new music and blushes like heck when you tell him that you like the songs that he picks!

in their own playful ways too, they’d always call you out on your bs LOLL but they just wanna motivate you! they’re your biggest cheerleaders!

Deep down though, both of them are quite cheesy and would love to shower you with alll the stereotypical romance that you can take even if it makes all three of you cringe ahahah

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NEEEEDY and literally so mf horny on the dl like it’s comical to how soft and shy they can be in real life situations

oh my god this is a godly thought but i see both of them being both switchy as heck but not really bc they like how it feels to be in those different postions but literally....bc no matter what it is they are getting off lolll

i see both of them having sub leanings but can get real bratty if they’re feeling it.

yeonjun does have a dom side to him that just comes with his general confidence that he gets around you! when either of you beg from him he’s ready to let himself loose.

im so sorry but they literally handed pet play to me on a silver platter with cat & dog and there is no going back for me. SO you’re in for puppy, kitty and bunny play (shhhh yeonjun’s got his fox ears too)

WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HOW ALL OF YOU WOULD LIKE THIGH HIGHS

both of them love being edged to high hell by you...no matter if it hurts...they kinda like it?

at the same time, both of your boyfriends also love giving you all the attention at times too! i’m talking about one of them playing with your breasts while the other trails kisses down your body all the way down to your pussy aching for attention too

FUCK this might be just me but soobin eating you out>>>> a GODLY sight.

i have this other fantasy of yeonjun with either lip piercings or nipple piercings or even a dick piercing someone plz tell me to calm down

oh please...bubble bath with the two of them holy shit baby pink bubbles all around you while you take turns givin’ each other cute kisses ahhhh

one more thing to the pile here would be hella mutual masturbation soo much of it. the three of you get off just simply watching eachother too and dirty talking how much you love the way the others look with hands rubbing themselves away with cute whiny moans~

♡ taekook ♡

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omg! this is my first time remotely talking about bts on my blog hehe this is so exciting!! i don’t really read too much bts ff so this is going off of my own perception!

i just wanna say....there’s so much to unpack here LOL but like many of the soulmates on this list, these boys are ~whipped~ for you and eachother!! its so stinkin’ cute

another thing about these expensive boyfriends is that they loooove to sing for you too! they’d sing you to sleep, when you’re sick, sad, or just had a hard day allllways hehe

the three of you have sickeningly adorable nicknames for eachother, the kind that honestly make heads turn LOL

jk would without a doubt get tattoos with you!! and wine drunk lollll he’s also a huge enabler so if there’s anything that you’re considering buying or doing he’d hype you up so bad you barely have to think twice heheh

kinda like junhao they’d also make amazing travel buddies but less for the aesthetic, but for the luxury. you’d stay at amazing hotels and eat at Michelin star restaurants wearing luxury brands that they bought for you

i feel like this goes without saying, buuuut in this r/ship, its alll about the adoring glances from afar or even just right next to you bc they love you so much!!

i also get a very protective vibe from them as well, you’re very special to them, and they never wanna see you in harms way or disrespected by anyone! this could even look like having their arm around you on the bus or on the small of your back in a crowd

together, they’re the biggest jokesters and flirty as HELL they think that it’s so funny when they flirt out in public AGRESSIVELY just to make you a lil embarrassed hehe

forehead kissessss and kisses on the back of your hand!

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luxurious in this area tooooo

they would rent out the penthouse or presidential suite to make an evening for you and pull out all the stops: expensive champagne, lingerie selected just for you, a breathtaking view of the city ahhhh

ya all know how much i love my soft and intimateeee body touching and there would be plenty of this! they take their time undressing you and eachother and would plant kisses into the nape of your neck and shoulders as you do so!

i would like to contribute to this conversation sub!jk bc this is something that ahhhhh i really like to think about as well as soft dom tae bcccc why not heheh

these boys are utterly gorgeous under soft lighting and prowling all over your body too tho ahhh

BUT! imagine teasing the hell out of jk, barely letting him feel your mouth besides fleeting kisses while tae drives his hips into you from behindddd

in fact, these boys actually don’t mind a little voyeurism with the wide windows in your suite, opting to leave them open so there's a bit of thrill in the way that they fuck you too~

tae has a bit of...dare i sayyyy a power kink, so when you call him names such as sir, daddy, master etc oh boy

jk himself is bit into sensory dep specifically with blindfolds especially when its your hands travelling all around his body making him shiver.

both of them just looove cuming all over you as well: face, ass, thighs, belly, literally anywhere, they just think that you look amazing like that!

there are a couple times here and there when the three of you also do a bit of cam work together for other people to watch--although it isn’t often, you rake it in when you do so. the three of you are a perfect fantasy!

sex also can happen in odd places with you three too since you can just start feeling it and don’t really care ;) strangest place....hmm i’d say when you joined the mile high club with them~

~🌹~

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puckngrind · 3 years

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Leave Her Wild: Chapter 2 - N. MacKinnon

Summary: MacKenzie and her friends head to opening night for the Colorado Avalanche.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Word count: 2, 675

Series masterlist / Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Flames.

"You are really gonna wear that?" Mosi looks her friend up and down.

"Yeah, why?" MacKenzie tugs at her jersey. Of course she was going to wear it. Opening night, only hockey jersey she owned. Was a Christmas gift from her parents last year. She did a little twirl to show it off to the group of unamused friends.

"Because..." Drew rolls his hands and she rolls her eyes.

"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" Remy waves his hands in the air.

"That means, Let..." MacKenzie starts.

"Let the good times roll! We know.” Drew and Mosi say in unison.

"Alright, Mac is going to be wearing that. Remy has clearly pre-gamed. Mosi should’ve. We have our tickets and I'm driving so let's go." Drew starts herding the friend group out of MacKenzie's condo.

Opening night at Pepsi Center was always an event. MacKenzie and Drew got tickets from their volunteer efforts so the group headed out for their first time ever. They had gone to a Rockies game after Remy moved to Denver but normally the friend group didn't really do sporting events as outings.

“Is someone gonna explain these rules?” Remy plopped down from his first beer run with Drew and handed MacKenzie one. Eyeing her for the answer.

“Yeah. Kinda like soccer. You know?” She started. Knowing she was the only one who knew anything about hockey. “You can yell, cheer, boo. Doesn't really matter because no one really pays attention to the crazy you say.” The group all nod and she knows they will just clap when those around them do.

“So pizza-Jeep boy is wearing what color?” Mosi whisper yells while leaning into MacKenzie’s side during warmups.

“He’s in the blue and maroon jersey. The white is the Flames.” MacKenzie doesn’t take her eyes off the ice looking for Nathan to point him out but feels Mosi’s eyes on her. “Yes, Mo?”

“But… um... never mind.” Mosi stutters strangely.

"There he is." Kenzie ignores and points to the screen where they have a close up of Nathan showing his stats from the previous season.

The game starts which quieted the group’s chatter while everyone but Kenzie tried following the puck and going from watching the ice to the screen and back.

“Let’s go boys!” MacKenzie stands and yells after a big play with everyone in her section turning to look at her.

“Mac!” Drew pulls her down to her seat. “Check your surroundings.”

“You know I don’t care, right?” MacKenzie starts clapping again with a little cheer.

“As always, you do you.” Drew slow claps along as the game progresses.

Even though MacKenzie warned her friends that there might be only a goal or two, the game was high scoring which the friends all enjoyed. Remy cheered when anyone scored regardless of team. Colorado winning made the home crowd pumped and buzzing about being the year.

"We realize the season has over 80 games, right?" Kenzie comments to no one in particular as they head down the stairs.

“Food! Real food and drinks that don’t cost a million bucks.” Mosi begs on the way out.

“Allons! Let’s go!” Remy points to the closest restaurant he can see. "That one! Onward." Remy leads the group over.

Drinks, food, laughter fill the table as they banter back and forth.

“Isn’t that her, Mac?” MacKenzie hears someone nearby. She turns to see Nathan, Cale and a few more guys at a table about ten feet away. Nathan nods. She raises her hand then quickly feels the blood rushing to her face.

“Kenzie Lou, why are you the same color as your jersey?” Remy looks her up and down.

“Oh.” Drew mumbles with his mouth full seeing the table MacKenzie just waved towards.

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!” Mosi clapped and is greeted with a kick under the table. “Ouch. Well it is.”

MacKenzie huffs and stands to her feet. Inhales and walks right over to the table of what she assumed was full of professional hockey players.

“Nice game Nathan.” She stops right at the end of his table and knows her face is still bright red.

“Looks like you were rooting for the other team there. Sorry 'bout that.” One of the boys down the table barks out.

“Hi MacKenzie. Thanks. Were you there? At the game, I mean.” Nathan turns his body towards her.

“Yes. Got tickets because of the foundation thing so we all went.” She gestures towards her eager looking friends. They wave and Nathan waves back with a flick of his wrist.

“Oh cool. So you are a… a Calgary fan?” Nathan gulps hard taking in the home Flames jersey.

“Well, a Tkachuk fan, actually. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks over at the 19 on her shoulder. “He was phenomenal last… ya'll. Well. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks around the amused players and shuts up.

“Sorry, let me introduce you. Guys, this is the other Mac. MacKenzie. Uh. Shit. I never caught your last name.” Nathan looks at her searching for a name.

“Blackwood.” MacKenzie answers and the guy across from Nate spits out his drink. “Um.” She just looks at him.

Nate wipes his face and stares down his teammate. “Are you fucking serious, EJ?”

“Sorry man.” EJ hands him another napkin. “No teeth.” He flashes his massive gap which makes MacKenzie giggle softly and Nathan groan.

“Let me get this straight. You live in Cale and Tyson’s building, volunteer with youth, only seem to follow Tkachuk 'cause you don't seem to know Avs hockey.” He wipes his mouth to continue. MacKenzie recognizes him as the captain from the game. “Have the same name as a goalie in the league, and are giving my boy, Nate here a run for his money.” Gabe winks with a sinister smile.

“Wait what?” MacKenzie puts her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

“What he means is…” Nate starts and MacKenzie places a finger up to stop him.

“No the goalie thing. I’m choosing to ignore the last part for now.” She says which gets a reaction from the entire table.

“Mackenzie Blackwood is a goalie in New Jersey. You happen to have the same name.” Nate explains.

“Gotcha. I’ll be honest, I catch games when I can but it’s background noise.” MacKenzie still feels her cheeks on fire but doesn’t let it stop her. “I will go to a Flames games if I'm in town when they play ya'll then a Blues game when I’m home with my dad and brother. Most of my hockey following is checking stats or social media.” She takes a deep breath not wanting to look directly at the table that all seem mesmerized by her presence. “Anyway, just wanted to say hi, which I did. So…. Nice game gentleman. Enjoy your post game dinner. Good seeing you again Nate. Cale.” MacKenzie nods and turns on her heals to her friends who haven’t touched their food since she left.

"Kenzie Lou!" Remy softly squeals.

"Don't." MacKenzie grits her teeth.

"What the hell did you talk to an entire table of NHL players about?" Mosi ignores her friend's request.

"I guess I have the same name as a goalie in the league." She annoyingly answers.

Drew starts typing before anyone can respond. "Oh yes. Mackenzie Blackwood. K not capitalized. Canadian. 22. New Jersey rookie who started last year. Wait, how does that happen?" Drew looks at MacKenzie's face . "Later. I'll google it later."

"Could we eat please?" MacKenzie takes a drink of her water and starts to finish her meal. She feels a ping on her phone and turns it over to read the notification.

Nathan's i-phone wants to airdrop you. Accept?

MacKenzie looks over and he nods at the phone. She looks back to accept and sees a screenshot from his notes apologizing for being awkward and asking for her number. She seems confused.

"Kenz?" Mosi questions.

"He wants my number." MacKenzie whispers.

"I'm confused." Remy whispers back.

"Found my phone on airdrop. Smart at least." MacKenzie chuckles.

"So airdrop your digits back to him or I will." Mosi pulls her phone out. "I just need to turn on mine. Who keeps it on? You, of course you do Mac." Mosi looks at Kenzie amused.

"Should I?" MacKenzie pulls at her loose curl wrapping it around her finger and letting it bounce back.

"YES!" Drew almost yells. "What could it hurt? Have a new contact for work at the least." Drew knew exactly what would get MacKenzie to send her number. She looks down to see Remy had written down her number on his napkin. The man always had a pen on him.

"Snap this to 'em." Remy pushed it over so MacKenzie did just that. Almost throwing her phone down as soon as she did. It buzzed not even a minute later.

Maybe Nate: Hi Mackenzie. This is Nate.

MacKenzie: Hi Nate. You can call me Kenzie or Mac

Nate: Okay Kenzie.

She looks up at him and he smiles wide.

Kenzie: enjoy your dinner

Nate: Same. I’ll text you later

She didn’t expect to hear from Nate but the next morning while getting ready for work, MacKenzie hears her text notification.

Nate: good morning. We are off Sunday and a few of us are playing cards at Cale’s place. Would you and your friends want to come over? It’s not far for you.

She stares at the text and starts to pace. Then sends out a group text.

Kenzie: Nate and some of the Avs want us to come over Sunday. Thoughts?

MacKenzie got all three messages immediately in return.

Mosi: obviously yes

Drew: yes is the only answer

Remy: fuck ya!

MacKenzie sent a text to Nate saying yes and asked what they could bring. She wasn't surprised Nate said nothing just themselves.

Sunday rolled around. MacKenzie and her friends walked down to Cale’s condo. She stopped in front of the door and Drew reached over her to knock. Kenzie looked up at him.

"What, just making sure we don't have to stand here forever." The door swung open as Drew finishes his statement.

“Nate, they are here and at least she’s not in a Flames jersey today.” The curly haired guy MacKenzie knew was Tyson from a quick google search of the team over the weekend.

“Decided to leave that at home, Tyson, but I can go get it.” MacKenzie points while giving him a half smile.

“Oh, and she...” Tyson turns to see Nathan behind him. “And she knows my name.”

“Sorry, don’t mind him. He got checked a little too hard at practice this morning.” Nathan pulls Tyson back into the condo. “Come in please.” He gestured and they moved past Nathan into the condo that was the mirror image of MacKenzie’s just slightly larger.

"Make yourselves comfortable." Cale popped his head out from the kitchen. "I'm sure you know where everything is."

"Yeah, just backwards." MacKenzie looks down the hall to the rooms. "Two or three?"

"Three. You?" MacKenzie raises two fingers and realizes her friends have already made their way into the living room.

"Thanks for coming." Nate was still standing behind her and she jumped.

"Thanks for inviting us. My mother tells me I need to make more friends here." MacKenzie sighs.

"Same actually. Tells me the team isn't enough." Nathan looks over her at his friends that were also his coworkers.

"Work, travel, and such keep my circle small." MacKenzie admits. "Oddly, same. You travel for work?" Nathan pushes his hands into his pockets and leans against the wall.

"I do then try to do different things for fun, you know?" She leans against the other wall.

"That's cool. Where are you heading next?"

MacKenzie's mind normally would be racing. Thinking of all the reasons why she shouldn't tell this essential stranger her work schedule but something about him made her feel easy. Maybe how he had more to lose if he burnt her. He didn't know what she did for a living but she could make his life miserable. Maybe it was the simplicity of their conversation or the kindness in his eyes. She felt like she could talk to him.

"Colorado Springs then off to Washington D.C. for the rest of the week and into next week." She answered him.

"Oh, I think we are in D.C. next weekend or maybe the beginning of the week." He stares at his foot kicking the invisible dirt then looked back up at MacKenzie.

"We are. Now are you two just gonna talk in the hall or are you gonna play cards here?" Gabe leans around the corner. "We've already gotten to know Kenzie's friends... let's go!" He gives Nate a look that doesn't go unnoticed. The two walk into the living room.

“Do I need to make introductions?” Nate looks around the room at all the eyes on both of them.

“Well, I googled ya’ll in preparation for today… so… I think I’m good.” She scans the room and sees a few of the girlfriends or wives. “Well, I don’t know the ladies.”

Nate took a moment to identify the few sitting around the room and who they belonged to. Pulling out an empty chair for MacKenzie. “Here, you can play here.” She sat down and pulled her legs up criss crossed under her as Gabe explained the rules. The group played poker until there were four left. JT, Nathan, MacKenzie, and Mosi. Mosi kept saying she accidentally won her table which made the competitive men agitated but made MacKenzie amused. Eventually it was just Nathan and MacKenzie.

“Kenzie, I think you and Nate need a wager of some sort.” Drew drops a bottle of water next to her and she glares up at him.

“I’m game.” Nate pipes up.

“Okay, so what if I win?” Kenzie takes a sip of water.

“Glass seats at the game of your choice.” Gabe declares.

“Okay, and if Nate wins?” Kenzie directs her attention to the captain who now has his hands on Nathan’s shoulders.

“You go out to dinner with him.” Gabe squeezes Nathan’s shoulders and smiles at Kenzie.

“Uh…” Nathan tries to nervously interject.

“That’s fine.” Kenzie tries to control her blush by not directly looking at Nathan then overcomes it to look right into his soft eyes. "Let's play."

Cale starts to deal and everyone can feel the shift of all eyes on the table even though most had scattered once they were knocked out in individual conversations. After three hands, Nathan goes all in.

"I think he's bluffing." MacKenzie whispers and pushes all her chips to the center.

"Kenzie..." He breathes out and Gabe's hand returns to his shoulder.

They place their cards down and Nathan wins with a full house. The cheers start and Nathan just stares at Kenzie who gives him a small smile. She gets up and heads to the kitchen to grab a drink. Finding Cale's rum and starts pouring more than necessary into her diet coke. Takes a drink and feels someone behind her.

"Drew, I'm not that competitive." She doesn't even turn around.

"It's not Drew." Nate murmurs.

MacKenzie turns around slowly. "Sorry. Nice game." She raises her glass to him.

"We don't have to go out for dinner, you know." Nathan shifts his weight.

"Well, a deal is a deal, right?" Kenzie tries not to breath him in as he reaches around her for a water but he smells amazing. He shrugs his shoulders. "If I won, would I have glass seats?" She leans into the counter.

"Yes, you can still have them if you want." Nate fiddles with the bottle, flicking at the paper label.

"So, dinner. When we both get back in town, okay?" Kenzie takes a sip and looks up at Nathan.

"Yes, I'll have my people call your people then." Nathan laughs.

"So Gabe will call Mosi?" MacKenzie bites her cheek with her comeback.

"Oooorrrr... I'll just text you." Nathan replies.

MacKenzie takes a drink again and winces with the burn. "That works too."

#leave her wild fic #N MacKinnon fic #Nate the great 29 #K's new series #2019 hockey season #nathan mackinnon

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xsugarysweetsx · 4 years

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Would you consider doing a nsfw scanerio with benimaru x fem reader with like where he's jealous and its kinda angsty and they end up making out and doing the deed?Sorry if its too complicated ✨💞

I haven't written for Beni in a while! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings;

Some language

“Who is she again?” You whisper to Beni as you watched the woman walk around your husband's office. She was a captain who wore a coat with fur trimming.

She possessed tanned skin and pinkish hair, she also wore a dress that was relieving. Genuinely, she was beautiful you couldn’t lie. You stood just annoyed by the fact that she behaved flirtatiously. Particularly since you’re here in the office!

“She’s the commander of company 5, she’s here for a conference about a case” he clarified with his normal tone

“My, my Beni you don’t change at all do you,” she said strutting over to his desk and taking a perch on it. She leaned forth in means attempting to get him to glance at her chest.

“Why don’t we get something to eat while we talk over the circumstances. Tonight at 8:00?”

She obviously dismissed the band on both of your fingers and it was pissing you off. You weren’t exactly the envious kind but recognizing a person striving to earn your husband’s interest. Beni stood from his chair and gazed at you

“Y/N, do you wish to join us?” You would have declined but not wishing for anything to happen you agree to go.

You give a phony smile “dinner sounds great” you gaze as she strolls out of the office and eventually glides the door close. You hadn't noticed that you still wore an irritated expression.

Beni cuddled you from behind and rested his head in your shoulder.

“Come on don’t be all upset, you know I love you more,” he said nuzzling the side of your face. You pouted and nudge his arms off you.

“I’m fine,” you said in a monotone

You walk out of his office and to your room to look for something. You weren’t going to stoop down to her level but at the same time, you wanted to prove to her that you had more class.

“Am I really going to be this petty?” You ask yourself and you smirk “yeah”

...

you had gotten everything you need ready. A beautiful dress, your hair done and your makeup. You made it natural and delicate, your dress caressed you features just the right way. As you were gazing at yourself in the mirror once more, Beni walked in.

”You ready to go, babe?” he said drinking in your essence. He often looked at you in a specific way when he liked how you looked. He leans back, bit his lip, and studied you over.

”Hm? Yeah let me just put on my shoes” you said as you sway your hips out of your shared room. You slide your shoes on and wait for him at the door. He held your hand in his and made his way out the door with you at his side.

You get to the restaurant which happens to be one you really liked. Inside Hanabi had already settled down at a table. Men around her gawking or pleading her to take their gifts. You hold on to Beni tighter as you get to the table

”Leave, all of you. Can't you see I have guests with me?” she demanded like a spoiled little girl. You take your seats and so opened their discussion. You ordered flavorful food and sake. Hanabi turned out to be a lightweight and was drunk by her 3rd shot of Sake.

Beni always said your tolerance to alcohol made you more desirable. Yet in this situation you really hated Sake. Hanabi had stopped chatting about the actual topic and was all over Beni.

”Come oooonnnn Benii~ d-don’t you r-remeber when I was this drunk and confessed to you?” She slurred “I was going on about how I wanted it marry you, and have kidsss~ hehehe”

She had irritated you before but this was final. These were all things you wished for with Beni. You were already married to him.

”If I'm honest with you, I still lllllike you,” she said clinging on to him lie a child to its mother.

Why did she even have to bring that up? And Beni isn’t doing anything about! Ugh, I’m out of here!

You thought as you stood up and strode out of the establishment.

”Tsk damn it. Hanabi I'm pretty certain that guy is as strong as me and good looking ” he lied just so he could get out of her grasp and it worked. He rushed out after you, he spotted you walking down the street and ran to you.

“Y/N come on,” he spoke hur you didn’t respond “you can’t be that upset, it takes a lot to get you pissed off” you continue to walk silently

He huffed Ake through his nose and said “fine, let’s stay like this” it was quiet the entire way home. Silent, awkward and uncomfortable. You hated to feel this way but it cousin never helped.

Once you were him you start to get comfortable and ready for bed. You just needed this night to be over. You sat in your futon brushing your hair when Beni walked in. The room was filled with dim warm light from the candle you had.

“Are you really going to keep this up? We’re married Y/N, that should have been a big sign that I wasn’t interested”

“No.” You answer sternly “that should have been a clue that she should have backed off,” you said flicking your gaze from him and then away again “even if she was drunk, she talked about her feelings toward you, and how she would have married you-“

“And yet here you and I are, Y/N! Married!” he was getting heated as his expression hardened

“Oh and do we have kids yet?!” You Fireback “so she used to talk to you about having kids but you never once brought it up with me?” You let everything out, the hurt feelings in your voice. ”You never said anything! It's like you enjoyed hearing it from her! Am......am I not enough...?”

His gaze toward you softened as he saw your tears fall. You were strong and didn't cry easily, you only did when you felt really hurt. He came over to the futon and sat next to you. His hand comes up to brush some hair out of your face.

”Do you...want kids?” he asked cautiously as he rested a hand on her back. You shrugged letting the tears Pool in your eyes

“I just....I hate to hear her speak of things that you and I would do together.” You admitted. One thing was for sure, you both had good communication.

He wipes your tears “But you know I love you, no one else can replace what we have or what we will have” he comforted you as he placed a hand to your abdomen. His lips tenderly leaving lingering kisses to your shoulder.

A smile came to his face as he whispered ”you know, Hanabi is staying in the guestroom. Why don't we show her what we’ve got?”

This was going to be fun.

His hand had come around to unzip your dress, pushing it off your shoulders. He gently pushes you back so you'd lay down. Starts to strip himself the way you liked, slow and seductive. You admire his well-sculpted body, almost as if he were made in a mold.

When be was down to only his boxers he leaned down to breast. He kissed the valley between your breasts, then moved to the top of your left one. Kissing where your heart laid, his tongue slid down to your bud. The muscle lapping and swirling, your back arched into him wanting to feel more.

You felt his hand glide down your body to your pulsing core. He cupped the core and rolled making you grind against it.

“Mmmm” you sigh

“You like that baby? Tell me how do you want it?” He growled lowly into your ear. You turn your head slightly and whisper

“I want you to fuck me, nice and rough”

All it took was that sentence and he got to work. He had your panties off and throw somewhere in the room. His cock was hard and at attention as he grapes it and slid it along your slit. Rubbing the head against your clit.

”please Beni~”

Damn, he loved to hear you whimper like that. Without a second thought, he slowly plunged into you. Both of you fitting each other like a puzzle. One couldn’t be without the other, you would be incomplete. You clamped him just right, and he filled you deliciously.

He rolled his hips into yours, gazing at himself disappear inside you. His thumb found its place in your clit as he thrusts into you

“You feel that? No one can take my cock the way you do...fuck...only for you” he groaned as he picked up the pace. He spread your legs wider when he leans down to get deeper inside you. The pace quickens and you start to see stars.

”oh Beni~ right there~” you mewl

The head hitting your g-spot deliciously. So many sensations exploding all at once. He takes your arm and pulls you up to straddle in his lap. You both adore this position, he was deeper in you and you both had control. With each thrust came a moan and gasp.

“That’s right....princess, let her...know ....who fucks you good,” he said between each thrust. Your breasts bounce with each jump

“Beni~ only you Beni!” you felt yourself coming close and so was he

“Turn...around” he commanded. He wanted to finish off by taking you from behind. Without separating from him you turn around and arch your back. His finger runs along your spine, down to your ass delivering a good spank. He starts off slow and gains speed, pounding into you.

The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room. You’re pretty sure the neighbors could hear you and you would probably get a noise complaint. But most importantly she would hear you and you were happy because she would know exactly who he was with.

”I'm going to fill that pussy... Fill you up with my child....you want that baby?”

”Yes~.please...fill me up, daddy~” and just like that he gives a final thrust and spills everything into you. you both shutter at the feeling of being filled and the ecstasy of relief

He falls down beside you panting as he pulls you into his side. he kisses your temple as your sweaty bodies laid together, the little gross but it was comfortable.

” do you think she heard us?” you ask him

”I’m pretty sure she’s going to complain to me tomorrow” he chuckled at his response as you nuzzle his neck

”good, you're mine and only mine,” you mumbled closing your eyes

”and you're mine”

I hope this was OK and we were looking for!❤️

#fire force benimaru x reader #benimaru shinmon #fire force x reader #benimaru x reader #fire force benimaru #anime #fanfiction #anime x reader #fire force

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darlinrogue · 3 years

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It had been a long time since an argument had made him feel such a way: exhilarated even in his exhaustion, trembling with adrenaline even as his body ached. He and Adam had argued, and he and Adam had brawled, strikes to the jaw, fists and knees—Adam’s knuckles colliding with Kenny’s mouth, and Kenny simply smiling at him with bloodstained teeth. Pinned to the wall, Adam against him. Like electricity. Kenny kisses him hard, blood staining Adam’s lips. And for once, The Cleaner is ashamed.

Sol Finished Her Essay.txt >:3c

Adam and Kenny AKA Omegaman

A swipe of his thumb and the twitter feed blurred. Post-after-post, oh, that kitten was cute, he did not care about this person’s problems, holy shit, Adam did not want to read about politics right now. Bright blue and white fluorescents burned his eyes, blurred his vision. Adam blinked and wiped his hand down his face. He dug his fingers into the bridge of his nose to alleviate the pressure of a building headache. An open beer, three sips deep, rested on the bar counter at his right elbow. Adam picked-up the bottle. He swirled the contents and watched the amber liquid and brown glass disperse the light. Molten, dark, and shifting, a tiny kaleidoscope in his hand that captured his brief fascination-- haha, dumb monkey brain like pretty colors. He brought the rim to his lips but didn’t tilt a swig back. His phone vibrated. The bottle returned to the counter and with a couple taps he opened the message app. Mom had sent him a question, will he be home this weekend? She’s making tex-mex for dinner Saturday.

With a little :-) emoji at the end.

For a second, Adam stared at the little green bubble of white text.

As a professional graphic designer, he always thought the Iphone text function was ugly as hell, plain and near unfunctional. The colors were plain and unappealing-- and there was no fucking search bar. That line of thinking didn’t help him answer the question. Adam pressed the power button and the screen blackened. He laid the phone face down on the bar counter. Adam leaned back and pressed his hand against his thigh. The stool creaked beneath his shifting weight. He threaded his fingers through his hair and swiped sweat dampened curls from the back of his neck. An ache worked into his muscles, a little bruised, a little sore, but not yet satisfied. Not yet— Both elbows now pressed on the counter, a sigh racked his shoulders.

Tucked into a corner of the arena, this small bar probably served executives and cultured peoples during the day. People who wore like, a tie everyday, the poor miserable bastards. This late at night it was empty. Crystal glasses lined the back shelves and fractured the golden glow of the light bulbs. The black marble countertop reflected back Adam’s face and hands. The curve of his IPA. It was quiet and it was lonely, exactly how he liked it. The hour was ticking way past late, he had to get back to his hotel. Right here, on his own, though, post-match, he was content for the night. This was it, this is what he asked for. He took a swig of his poison, the grain had a good flavor, smooth but with a bite. The bottle returned to the counter, and with a nudge of his finger, Adam pushed it just out of reach. His stomach churned, heart constricted in his chest. His forehead fell into his hands and stayed there when the door pushed open. Footsteps shuffled across the carpet. The stool legs next to him screeched as it was dragged across the tile. The newcomer settled down.

“I had a feeling I’d find you here,” the coarse voice observed.

Adam leaned back, hand gripping the edge of the counter to balance himself as his gaze peeled to his left. His twisted heart found new contortions-- like dislocated shoulder, levels. Kenny sat next to him, within touching distance. A heavy, dark leather jacket draped over his broad shoulders. A thin sheen of sweat coated his bare chest. Adam’s gaze studied the seams of the coat, the lines of Kenny’s throat, and then the features of his face. The light had a way of softening his rounded features, the thin, pinkness of his lips, and the fullness of his cheeks. He wore dark, aviator sunglasses, obnoxious because they were in a well lit room, inside— at night. Adam turned back on his stool, facing parallel with Kenny. Looking at nothing in particular. His entire skin was on fire, cheeks warm, hands shaking. He tucked his fingers under his armpits.

“Yeah,” Adam said, he rolled his palm over his forehead. “At least I’m consistent.”

“How long are you going to do this, man?” Kenny demanded, his leg propped against the stool spindle. “Wasting time, getting drunk— you know how many calories are in that?” Kenny did not look impressed when Adam twisted the bottle to check the label. “You think what you’re looking for is at the bottom of that bottle? Think again, man, think again. All you’re doing is drowning your braincells, you know you need those, right?”

“Yeah, and how do you know what I’m looking for?” Adam grunted, his eyebrows lifted, glancing at Kenny.

Kenny was all grins because Adam took the bait-- hook, line, and sinker. From his side, Kenny lifted the belt and laid it on the counter to his left. Kenny smirked, with smarmy, stupid, self-confidence. Adam hated that his arrogance was hot as hell. His eyes darted from Kenny to the AEW World Championship Belt. That big strap of black leather, gold, and silver, glittering like the Stairway to Heaven. A muscle tightened in Adam’s jaw and his hand fisted. Adam scoffed and he sought solace in his drink, swallowing, relishing the burn of alcohol down his throat. A year or more, with all sorts of detours, divergences, side-paths, distractions, an entire run as one-half of the tag-team champions, and he was still chasing that damn belt. Adam had everything, it was supposed to be his for the taking. Yet, twice now, it’d slipped his grip. It was an illusion, like a pond screwing with his depth perception. It was always a little deeper than he thought. Much like someone else at this counter.

Kenny’s head laid on his chest. A mop of curled, unruly blonde hair, that tickled Adam’s lips and chin. He buried his face against the top of Kenny’s head and smelled the plain soap, the cheap shampoo he used, floral, rosemary, something aromatic. Kenny breathed slow and even, and Adam could feel each inhale and exhale through the connection of his hand against Kenny’s back. Proof that was he real and present. He was warm, contrasted to the cooled hotel room. Adam tucked Kenny against himself, drew him closer, terrified to let go-- knowing he’d escape in a heartbeat. That moment was as fleeting as the kiss laid on Adam’s forehead like a reverential gift. Adam awoke in the morning, alone and cold. He grasped at the still warm mattress and felt Kenny fall through.

“You’re too easy,” Kenny chuckled, he tapped his forehead with his finger. Like he was some kinda conniving mastermind. Dude, watched way too much Anime. Adam only barely remembered Kenny being this annoying in Japan. He’s seen the videos of Kenny singing his own damn theme song during his entrances. “You let people in your head, they get to you— it’s an excuse, Page. You’re just too pussy to do anything, that’s why you sit there and get fucking wasted, ‘cause that’s all you can do.”

The beer bottle shattered. Slammed against the counter on the perfect sweet spot, crushed in Adam’s hand. The glass fractured into dust and piercing shards that buried in his palm. Beer spilled onto the counter and dribbled onto his jeans. Blood, red and crimson, mingled with the stinging alcohol, and seeped between the lines of his callouses. Adam snatched Kenny’s lapel. Hand fisted, Adam dragged him in, the tendons and muscles of his bicep tight. Kenny was all teeth, eyes obscured. Once again, Adam had taken the bait. Kenny was in his head and he lived there rent free. Adam wasn’t sure if he could evict him.

“You mad bro?” Kenny queried. “Because I’m right? You couldn’t beat Chris; You couldn’t beat Maxwell; and you couldn’t beat me. You got it, you got everything you need, but you keep wasting it. You lose, and what do you do? What you’ve always done. Take a beer from some stranger that has God knows what disease and mope. You think I was fucking cool with it? Dealing with your drunk ass all the time?”

“You’ve been a real dick since you won that belt,” Adam growled. He laughed to himself, chin ducking to his chest. His attention focused on Kenny, “You know I’m going to take it from you.”

“No, you won’t,” Kenny snapped, a little irritation biting in his tone. “We both know you won’t do shit.” His tone took on a whiny, mocking lilt. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll try harder next time. Sorry, doesn’t cut it Pizz. What are you going to do, stretch my coat? You’re a coward, you won’t do shit.”

Adam’s bottom lip trembled, his throat dry and eyes locked with tinted glass. “Take off the fucking sunglasses,” Adam demanded, voice cracking. He dragged Kenny a little closer. “Say that to my face.”

Kenny pursed his lips, he pouted.

“Take off the glasses, Kenny,” Adam repeated. “Look me in the eye, you son of a bitch— and say what you just said, again. Show me you actually mean that shit.”

Kenny sneered and Adam read the disgust, discomfort, mockery. And, something else he’d been missing. It was right there, right in front of him. Kenny leaned in the last couple inches, his nose brushing against Adam’s. He whispered: “Make me.”

“HIt me, punch me,” Kenny insisted, sing-songing. “C’mon, do it, prove it— that you can do something. Literally, anything, Hangman.”

Adam’s grip slacked. He released his cinch on Kenny’s jacket. Kenny eased back onto his stool and muttered, “I knew it, I knew you wouldn’t, you’re--”

Kenny didn’t complete the sentence before Adam decked him. A hard and clean right hook across the jaw, that knocked Kenny clean off the bar stool. Kenny stumbled, his hand swiping and reaching for the counter to steady himself. He rubbed his fingers over the site of impact. The skin of his left check now red and swollen, imprinted with Adam’s bloody knuckles. Kenny smiled and giggled, nodding his head with approval. Adam pressed to his feet, jaw stiff. Small sparks of pain coursed-up his arm, like he just stuck his finger in an outlet. Kenny straightened, cocked his hip, and returned the favor. The left smashed across Adam’s cheek and sent him reeling back. A pump of adrenaline rushed his head, throbbed his heart, and burned in his skull. Like a bell ringing clear in the night, unsure of for whom it toiled.

Adam hoped it chorused for him. So, that he might hang for his crimes and his corpse could feed some daisies. Finally, after twenty-nine years he could do something good for this miserable planet. Let the worms make sweet worm love in his brain and maybe then, by the nutrients of his bones, he’d be useful. And despite the grim thought, the certainty of his resurrection filled him. Burry him, return in three days, and he’d be back-- call him Lazarus. He resented the executioner, hated his accusers. Adam was a piece of shit, son-of-a-bitch, with poison for blood and a rock for a heart. He was too pissed, anger filled, frustrated and unsatisfied to stay dead in a shallow grave.

And Kenny’s left hook hurt like hell.

Damn, that felt good, he needed that.

Like he needed oxygen, like he needed water, like he needed Kenny.

Like he needed that belt.

Adam surged and swung with a wide punch. Kenny caught it at the elbow and twisted Adam’s arm. Adam stumbled forward, bending into the momentum. Kenny drove his knee into Adam’s gut. The air rushed out of Adam. His already sore ribs seized like a vice around his internal organs.

Oh, shit, he had not thought this through. Adam had already gotten the crap beaten out of him tonight in a match. Like, put through a table but still won-- crap beaten out of him. This was not good. Adam couldn’t beat Kenny on a good night. What the hell was he doing picking a fight on a bad night? Well, Adam was way past dumb decisions at this point.

Adam drove the heel of his hand into Kenny’s lower stomach, a cheap shot to make Kenny drop his hands. Adam popped a quick jab into Kenny’s face. Nothing but a distraction, to make his eyes water, and stun him. Adam seized Kenny’s jacket by the lapels and drove him him back into the wall. A solid ‘oof’ escaped Kenny as they collided with the solid surface. Kenny wheezed, because he had had a match too. Neither of them had any business picking a fight.

“Damnit! Kenny!” Adam shouted. “Get your head out of your ass!”

Adam growled, a low rumble reverberating through his chest and his eyes darkened. Chest-to-chest with Kenny, he leaned-in, to push and pin him against the wall. He breathed hot and fast, his heart shuttering, beating against his chest. Their pulses mingled so that Adam couldn’t separate the chaotic rhythms. Kenny’s glasses were ajar, hanging crooked off his nose. Adam knocked them off Kenny’s face. They clattered to the floor. Kenny blinked, eyes adjusting to the new light. Tension drained from Adam’s shoulders and he sighed, soft breath over his chapped lips. Blue eyes, like the sky over his childhood home, baby blue, aquamarine, the Gulf when his family took a trip to the beach. Pupils blown-out and black. Breathless, Kenny left Adam breathless. The rage dissipated, draining from him like water. Kenny grinned, blood on his teeth, white and red, their noses an inch apart. It would be so simple to--

Kenny’s lips tasted of iron and him. Everything Adam dreamed of but better. The kiss was all teeth, blood, and spit, ugly and gross. Worthy of something from Adam’s fumbling teenage years. Adam groaned into Kenny’s mouth, lungs shuttering and eyes fluttering closed. He braced his hand against the wall and pushed back, tilting his head for a better angle. Adam kissed Kenny with his blood roaring in his ears and demanding more of whatever the hell this is. He slowed, lingering, in a passionate and deep kiss, relishing the taste of what he had been starving for. Then, Adam slid his hands through Kenny’s hair, cradled either side of Kenny’s stupid, soft and stubbly, chipmunk cheeks. He laid small, quick, fluttering kisses to Kenny’s lips, the corner of his mouth, and Kenny whimpered, wanting more than teasing. Adam smirked and he tangled his fingers into those ashen curls to tilt Kenny’s head back to give more. Darted his tongue past Kenny’s lips to find more. Kenny clutched at Adam and dug his nails into Adam’s shirt.

Then Adam parted, gasping for air. He rested his forehead against Kenny’s and whispered something like ‘holy shit.’ He threaded his fingers in Kenny’s hair to pet and soothe him. Kenny surged forward, looking for that second kiss, but Adam laid his hand across Kenny’s chest and pushed him down. Kenny slumped against the wall, settling on his heels. He looked wounded, like a kicked puppy. It was enough to tug on Adam’s heart strings.

“Adam,” Kenny whined, drawing out the last syllable.

“Kenny,” Adam said, voice firm. “Stop, that’s enough.”

Kiss him again, his inner voice insisted. While Kenny stood there, all pretty and cute, gaping with his brow furrowed. His cheeks flushed and lips almost scarlet. Take a second taste, a third, let the whole night unfold like origami. Except no, this wasn’t what Adam wanted. Whatever the hell this was, it ain’t it, chief. Adam knew what he wanted. He knew what he needed. He knew, he knew, he knew, it was so obvious that this dumbass, pinned beneath his hand, could see it. So obvious, that even Adam was starting to see it. Adam stepped away from Kenny even though it felt like ripping off his own arm. Pure chemistry, the pure need and want of a man dehydrated in the desert. Adam didn’t want to go back to his hotel room alone. He didn’t want to spend another night in a cold bed. He didn’t want to keep playing this game of cat-and-mouse, always guessing, always confused, and lost. He didn’t want to keep his thoughts to himself anymore-- but there was something else he needed more than he wanted.

Something, he’d needed since he was a child, since his birth. Adam was convinced it was inscribed in his DNA. And until he had it, he would never be satisfied. Maybe he was a masochist, always stepping-up to the chopping block like this. Knowing, believing he knew, what came next when the axe fell. Yet, Adam Page didn’t have an ounce of quit in him. He was far too stupid to stop.

Adam eyed Kenny and then reached behind him to find his phone on the counter. Kenny stayed pinned to the wall like a taxidermy bug. Then, Adam turned to leave. He paused at where the belt rested on the countertop. He lifted his hand. Adam curled three fingers to his palm and pointed his index to the sky. Then he took aim at the belt. With a dramatic flourish, Adam took the shot. He left the bar, leaving the door ajar. While the Uber drove him back to the hotel, Adam typed-out his reply on the ugly message app.

I’ll be home this Saturday. Looking forward to tacos I’ll bring tequila. See you soon. Love ya, a lot.

#ofgrief #‘The Hangman’ || Adam: IC #‘Deals with God’ || Adam: Verse #‘Beloved’ || Adam and Kenny

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missdilucesco · 5 years

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Not Yet

Art by @venranae

Word count: 2.7k

Based on my head cannon that Shigaraki gets way too sensitive after his orgasm.

My immesurable thanks to @peppermint-tea-and-chill for editing it, you are the sweetest person ever and I problaby would never post it without your help.

Warnings: Light bondage, overstimulation and toture post-orgasm.

“Okay, this is getting stupid,” Shigaraki grunted from beneath you. “I’m not putting this thing on.”

You weren’t surprised by his complaints. To be honest, he was much more compliant than first expected. When you had first shown him the ropes, his ragged mouth opened only to degrade you, calling you a dirty pervert yet never resisting as his hands and legs were tied on the sides of the bed. However, the sight of the collar gave him second thoughts. It was just a simple black leather strip with metal attachments, but damn it would look good on him. His face held a shadow of worry, his lips pressed together almost in a little pout and a blush spread over the pale skin of his face and thin neck. It was cute how nervous he looked in his tipsy state.

“But the bet was that the loser would be the winner’s slave for the rest of the night. This is what I want for the night” You shook the black collar, a light jingling noise filling the air. “Are you going back on your word?”

Shigaraki settling instead for a fixed stare as if he were angry enough to seriously considering to kill you or not. Perhaps it was the alcohol in your system, but the murderous gaze hardly bothered you. Being the dangerous and wicked man he was, Shigaraki could end you at a moment’s notice, ropes or not. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the type to do things he didn’t want to do. If he was naked and tied to a bed with someone sitting on him, it was just another one of his many kinks and exactly where he wanted to be.

“Are you going to disappoint me…” You leaned over his skinny body, touching your naked chests together. You playfully nipped his earlobe and finished in a breathy whisper, “…Or are you going to be a good boy?”

“You can go to hell if you think I’ll ever put that on,” he snorted. This was obviously his attempt to intimidate you and take back control of the situation. “So why don’t you at least put that ass to use and ride my cock or untie me?”

Predictable. He was such a brat all the time. There was no way Shigaraki would be any different in bed, even if he was drunk. He had too much pride to give in so easily and being vulnerable was never a choice to him. If you wanted to be the dominant in the room, you needed to get him to understand that you hold the reins now and he has no say anymore. Feeling excitement growing in your loins, you put the collar aside and his eyes gleamed in victory. That wouldn’t last long.

“You know,” you drawled, hands traveling slowly up his naked chest, raising goosebumps on his arms and finally stopping to firmly encircle his throat. A grin splintered across Shigaraki’s face. He smiled thinking that this was your attempt to choke him, like you were merely a kitten trying to use your tiny claws. “It’s kinda cute how you think you can boss me around while tied down like a fucking whore”. You leaned forward with every word, using the weight of your body to apply more pressure to his neck. Shigaraki released a scratchy puff of air in alarm. You really were choking him.

Instantly, the muscular chords in his neck flex under your hands as he got more agitated, trying to break free from your fierce grasp to breathe. It was difficult to hold the strong son of a bitch down, but he was such a sight like that; his eyes filling with reflexive tears, his snarling mouth trying in vain to suck in any air, his head pushing away from you and into the mattress and his face getting redder with each passing second. For a moment, his raising pulse and warmth under your hands made you feel so powerful, like you could break him at any moment. You allowed yourself to fully bask in the power you had. It was as if he was such a little plaything and the air in his lungs was a gift, and you decided he didn’t deserve it right now.

“You are my pet and I will do as I please. If I want to put you in a collar and slap that pretty face, I will. If I want to bite you and draw blood, I will. Now stop being a brat and behave like the fucking boytoy you are” Your confident and demanding tone surprised even yourself. His cock twitched a few times under your ass, aroused at your degradation.

Loosing up your grip a little so you could better hear one of his animalistic moans, you began to grind on him to create the friction he desperately needed. An ache thrummed up your arms from the effort of keeping a consistent pressure on Shigaraki’s throat, but it was all worth to see his eyes rolling to the back of his skull and his agape mouth twitch into a smile that in anyone else’s eyes would be considered creepy. You felt a tremor of excitement. “What? You like this? Tomura, you’re a bigger slut than I imagined.”

Your heartbeat was running wild, beyond thrilled to finally be doing something you’ve always wanted to. Everything about his lewd reactions was too beautiful to stop now. You aggressively slammed your lips to his dry ones, swallowing his moans while never stopping the movement of your hips. This went on for a time before you decided maybe he deserved to breathe again. Pulling from the kiss, you slowly released him. Shigaraki coughed raggedly and sucked the air as a desperate dying man “Now, back to where we stopped earlier…”

With heaving breaths, he watched as you put the collar around his sore neck, red eyes burning deeply in yours.

“Color?” You asked, starting to genuinely worry that you had hurt him.

“Green.” He laughed dryly at your worried face.

“Good.” Smiling as well, you sweetly caress his face. Your fingertips tracing a path from his cheek to his neck, feeling up the scars and rough patches. God, the contrast of the black leather on his neck was gorgeous. The pair of you locked eyes as you tugged his collar, smiling at the thought of making him wear a cockring next time.

You kissed and licked around Shigaraki’s sensitive jaw line, making him shiver and yelp as your teeth sank in his flesh, coloring him with bites and hickeys, only slowing to a stop when his whole neck and chest were marked in hues of red and bite marks.

“I… love your pretty collarbones,” you said, kissing them, “and I love to mark you… so there’s no doubt about who you belong to.”

Your words of possessiveness seemed to excite Shigaraki further, causing him to shove his hips upwards sharply, desperately trying to get inside of you. You both gasped when the tip of his hard member slipped in.

“Ride me,” he demanded. The poor thing couldn’t go deeper on his own.

Your muscles coiled at how hard it was to resist that.

“If you want something, you have to ask for it.” Your voice may not have been as strong anymore, but you weren’t about to give up your upper hand. “Politely.”

Supporting yourself with your hands on his chest, you wiggled your hips to tease him. Shigaraki tried once again to thrust into you, but you moved away before he could, effectively making him lose his patience.

“Goddamnit, just fucking take it!”

“Just fucking ask, then.”

You sounded way more relaxed than you really were; you wanted to impale yourself on his cock so badly… but you wanted him to beg for it more.

“Fuck it- Please, ride me. Are you happy now?”

“No bad words. Try again.”

“Fuck you!”

Denying your own pleasure, you moved your pulsing hole away from him. He didn’t spare any curse as your warmth left him. Maybe you have been spoiling him through the relationship.

“Oh, come on, don’t be a bitch about it,” his voice was aloof, but his eyes burned in need. “Just do it.”

“Not until you exercise some manners.”

“I’m not-” You interrupted him the man with a slap, just strong enough to stun him.

He may have still been grinning slightly, but you didn’t miss the way his eyebrows pulled down together. Shigaraki tried to break away from the ropes, but his fingertips couldn’t reach them.

“When I get out, you’ll be so fucked.”

You slapped him again. His breathing got heavy again and the previously smiling lips were now pulled between his teeth, almost successfully hiding a moan of excitement.

“So lewd. Makes me want to keep slapping you. And that’s what you want, I can see it on your face. Are you being a brat on purpose to make me punish you?”

Not waiting for a reply, you traced your fingers in the little red mark you made. You loved to have his face in your hands, especially now with him whining in such a cute way.

“Open,” you said, pressing your fingers past his lips.

He sucked and licked your fingers as you pushed them into his mouth, touching the inside of his check, teeth and deep down his throat to stimulate his gag reflex. “The palm now.” As you pull your fingers out, a line of saliva connected both of you, and obediently he licked. Satisfied with his work, you changed hands and made him repeat the process.

“Ok, now we can start.”

You changed your position, siting now on his stomach with you back turned to him.

“Are you going to give me a handjob? I wanna see it, turn this way.”

You ignored the comment, not wanting to spoil him more than you already had. Luckily, he stopped when your wet hands touch his stiff manhood. One hand worked in his length and the other made circles on the dripping head with your palm, making sure he had grown to full size. The only sounds in the room coming from the wetness in your hands and his deep, low groans.

“If you want to cum you have to ask first, remember that.”

Even without a clear answer, besides an annoyed little grunt that you took as a yes, you increased the speed of your hands. The muscles of his thighs strained, and underneath your ass you felt his stomach contract in a heavy moan.

You decided to change the pattern, using one hand to hold the base tightly as the other masturbated him. With your hands getting dry, you spit on his head and heard a soft gasp.

“So filthy. You like to get spit on, too?” Never stopping your hands, you do it a couple more times making him whine and twitch again and again.

Tomura would never allow himself to be seen like this, so vulnerable and submissive. To see that side of him made you forget you were still untouched. You kept a steady speed until you noticed his nearly animalistic grunts and hips thrusts; he was getting close to his release. Normally he would last so much longer, be tied down and treated like a whore must have really excited him.

“Remember to ask before-”

“Fuck, I wanna cum.”

“Not yet.” You smiled, finally down to your play

“I’m… I’m going to…”

“Not yet,” you repeated more sternly, reducing your stroking speed to merely a feather-light touch and an unbearable snail’s pace.

Your slow movement made his body tremble violently as he shamelessly threw his head back and cried your name, as if asking for mercy.

“Oh fuck, fuck. No, don’t stop, keep going!” He shouted, shaking from the lack of stimulation, only to be ignored.

Shigaraki started to fuck your hands to steal back the denied friction. It was a good thing your back was turned to him. This way he couldn’t see the smile in your face. Nearly dropping his cock, you hold him only with your index finger and thumb, receiving his curses and desperate cries in return.

“Say ‘please’~”

“Fucking please, don’t stop now.” He pleaded between clenched teeth.

Gripping him with your full hand now, you spit again, opting for forceful moves rather than fast ones.

“Go faster!”

“This attitude will get you nowhere. You know what I want.”

“I…” He stopped to calm his breath and think. “Please go faster, I need to cum.”

Satisfied, you did as he wanted. By how much he cursed and moved under you, it was obvious that the only thing stopping this level of frustrated Shigaraki from holding you down and fucking you into oblivion were the ropes. Unbelievable that you had to tie the bastard down to give a decent handjob without him using you as a fleshlight.

“Hold it a little longer, Tomura.”

“No, fuck, I can’t hold it anymore-”

“You can. I know you can. Be a good boy for me.”

“Shit, I-I’ve been good…”

“So that was ‘good’?” You laughed at his blatant lie.

“I had enough, please… it hurts.” He called your name in a broken voice “Just let me cum- Fuck it, yellow!”

Yellow, hm?

“Hold it for ten second more seconds. One, two…” You started to count.

He let out a pitched whine in frustration and you could swear that you heard a single, brief sob. “Please, I can’t hold, please let me cum.”

“You talking to me will only extend the countdown. Three, four, five…”

But Shigaraki reached his orgasm in your hand anyway, cursing and crying that he was sorry and just couldn’t do it. His orgasm was so hard that he shook the mattress and released enough cum to leave a wet stain the bed. But he hasn’t going to enjoy it for too long, after all he disobeyed you.

Without stopping the motion of your hands, you used his cum as lube to stroke the head of his pulsing and half-hard cock. Soon he stopped to groan in relief and busted into laughter.

“What?! What you doing? Sto- Ahahahaha"

“You failed.”

“Too sensitive!” He managed to say.

He was so sensitive that your strokes felt like tickles.

“Your laugh is so cute, Tomura.” you said. His twisted euphoria under your torture was contagious. You started laughing, too. “Come on, apologize.”

It was hard trying to hold your position over Shigaraki when he writhed so roughly to get you off, begging you to stop. “I’m- Ahhhahaha! I’m so-” he gasped out between heaving laughs.

“You’re what?”

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Stop!”

But you didn’t.

“You’ve been a brat all night. You need to just accept your punishment.”

“Just… Ahaha- Just stop for a second!”

You were decided to torture him breathless for a whole extra minute but he reached his limit before that.

“Red, red, fucking red!” He finally cried. He endured more than you expected.

Obeying his safe word, you stopped. Sitting on the bed at Tomura’s side, you turned to face him. The poor boy was still cracking a laugh from time to time and trying to breathe properly.

“Are you all right?” you asked gently. The little noise from his throat was enough to confirm. “I’m untying you.”

The ropes left marks in his wrists and ankles. Trying to relieve any discomfort, you massaged them a little, kissing and blowing gently. “That was great, you did really good, Tomura”, you murmured, rubbing his wrists.

He made no motion to remove the collar, however, and it looked cute. No harm in leaving it on a little longer then. After he calmed down, his lanky arm pulled you close, wanting to cuddle. Relenting, you lied beside him and embraced his warm body. Tomura had a blissful smile on in his flushed face and, doing the best you could, you tenderly wiped the tears and drool away. Brushing his sticky bangs to the side, you kissed his sweaty forehead.

“Was I too mean?” You asked and tried to pet his hair in a soothing manner, but it was too tangled… It would take you so much time to brush all of that mess.

He moaned lowly, hiding his face in your neck.

“Hmm, you worry too much.” Shigaraki sounded so relaxed as you gently scratched up and down his back. “It was alright.”

And within a minute, he was sleeping soundly. You kissed him again, feeling his soft breath in the curve of your neck.

Taglist: @peridoch @hotforhandman

#shigaraki bnha #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki

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blakescoven · 5 years

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You Decided That I Was Worth Saving | 1 |

Pairing: Sojourn!Michael Langdon x fem!Reader

Chapter One (1): “As I Lay Dying”

Summary: You were driving home from work, when something – or rather someone – literally got in the way. Against any reason, you let him into your life. Michael would make you question your entire worldview. Were your paths meant to cross? Did you two meet by accident? By fate? Or there’s an evil force behind it, scheming and plotting with a devilish purpose?

Warnings: car crash(!), mention of injuries, different POVs, some swearing

Word count: 4.7K

A/N: Hey lovely friends! Here’s a sort of Sojourn AU-ish, since the plot starts in that particular moment of Michael’s life. Still don’t know if I’ll include witches and satanists…we’ll see. It’s gonna be a series so I guess I’ll divide it into a few chapters. I loooove angst and slow burn, so I’m sorry but there’s no smut. Yet. Also, for this chapter, I took inspiration from: the scene of Elena’s car crash from 1x11 of TVD and a song, my fav of all times, that I listened to while I was writing this chapter and that is also the song playing in Y/N’s car; Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex. Okay, that’s it. Enjoy and thank you so much for reading it, despite the grammar mistakes (my apologies) and the fact that probably it really sucks. (‘WHAT AM I DOING?’ was the mood while I was writing it tho.) Anyway, love you and please, let me know what do you think and what I can improve!! I’d really appreciate any FEEDBACK!! I kinda need it, because I’m not sure I’m doing this right. THANK YOU xxx ♥

You've always thought you could describe your whole existence with a wide range of adjectives, but 'adventurous' wasn't one of them for sure. At least, that's what you thought 30 minutes before the event that would have changed your life forever. Nothing would ever be the same again; just like a hurricane comes and goes, so that day, and the following ones, would have drastically rocked your world. And mostly your beliefs.

It was late. But you were used to it. You had recently got a new job, which allowed you to move out and finally get your own place, the smallest rentable apartment on Earth. Or in Los Angeles, no doubt. This was the most stressful moment since you were born, it was up to you taking care of your own now. Mommy and daddy no more.

Shifts were endless and you often found yourself staying late at the office, to finish what you've started. This new routine was already messing with your biological clock. Every single night, you looked forward to going back home, eat and fall apart on your bed. Even today, you were already savoring the anticipation of your sadly-glorious homecoming; you were dying for a relaxing hot bath and a slice of pizza. But who are we kidding, right? A whole pizza. Then, sleepiness permitting, you would have watched your favorite TV show petting your cat. A real party girl, uh? Well, that was your life now.

You have just finished college and this was the first experience as an independent person. At the very beginning, it has been hard leaving your parents' house, but soon you realized it was time for you to go on your own way. You were so full of dreams and expectations. You hoped to achieve great goals. Of course, what you haven't taken into account was that your future weekends wouldn't have been under the banner of fun, alcohol, and friends. But instead, your crazy Saturday nights consisted of you kneeled in front of the washing machine, hands in your head and a YouTube DIY video for dummies playing on your phone, which explained all the ways to get the laundry started and what products must have been used. All your life has become a huge dumb Netflix comedy. More like a parody, perhaps. You hung out with your friends less and less; you felt deeply guilty about that, but you were way too tired to make up for it.

As mentioned before, it was a late Friday night. It was raining, pretty hard. You were driving your beloved brand-new car (THE much-demanded graduation gift) and 'surprisingly' you hit traffic. At 9 fucking p.m. TGIF, they said. Sure. Your friends were definitely having fun and drinking in some random club by then.

You, on the contrary, were running out of patience; your shiny Lexus had not moved an inch in 10 minutes, so as soon as you could, you took a highway exit. That was supposed to be a kind of shortcut, according to the navigator. The pouring rain and the cadenced motion of the windscreen wipers sounded like a lullaby. A slow-core song started playing in the background. It was quite soothing and maybe, on second thought, you should have to turn it off…or had coffee before leaving.

You could feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, the exhaustion slowly prevailing. Trying so hard to keep your eyes open, that they've started burning; and not to miss anything, you got a bit of a headache accompanied by a soon-to-be-wrinkle frown.

Meanwhile, you were driving down a deserted one-lane road, going a little over the speed limit in your rush, in order to make it home as soon as possible. The wheels were slipping a little on the wet pavement, but you kept the car steady. You peered through the front window trying to see what was ahead of you; it was pitch black outside, with not even one dammit lamppost; only the moon's pale light absorbed by the dark green leaves of the forest beside the road. You had no idea where you actually were.

Suddenly, the annoying metallic voice of the GPS started bullshitting about recalculating a new route. "Wait what? Fuck NO NO NO…come on! You stupid thing, why are you changing direction???" you maddeningly screamed, looking at the display and trying to change the settings with your right hand. You weren't exactly paying particular attention to the road ahead. Huge mistake.

Outside the windshield, the rain was coming down in torrents, blurring your vision even more. The wipers went back and forth, attempting to clear away the large droplets clinging to the glass, but it seemed they weren't moving fast enough.

As if the universe had something big in store for you, right at that moment, something – or rather someone – came out of the dense vegetation, slowly limping while crossing the street, no concern for surroundings.

Your eyes were still glued to the GPS tracking your position; but all of a sudden, your distraction was abruptly erased when you caught a glimpse of a human shape in the middle of the road, illuminated by the car's headlights.

A goddamn person.

You had perhaps three-quarters of a second to register this.

You didn't realize it until it was too late. You couldn't have stopped all this now. The blood drained from your face. It all happened in a few seconds, but the moment seemed to last forever. The shock made you tense your muscles; your heart skipped a beat and your eyes suddenly widened. There was a scream coming from within that forced its way from your mouth as if your terrified soul has set a demon free. It was the kind of scream that makes the blood run cold.

With adrenaline flowing through your system, you slammed on the brakes. Your fists clenched with white knuckles around the steering wheel, immediately swerving to avoid the crash. Somehow you managed to not run over him, but you were going too fast to stop.

Your car rolled over and over, while clips of your life flashing like a slideshow. The vehicle has flipped so many times that you started drifting in and out of consciousness. The noise of the metal being bashed over the asphalt was deafening. When it finally stopped, you were stuck in your seat upside-down, coughing up pieces of the broken glass coming from the shattered windshield.

Then everything became still.

You could only hear the sound of rain on metal. Aware of the bloody taste in your mouth, you still weren't able to figure out if you were injured, because the seatbelt tugged on your chest was too painful. Heart pounding in your ears, you tried to scream for help, but it came out more like a gasp.

Meanwhile, the young man was still paralyzed to the spot in the middle of the road, like an unfamiliar force was holding him in a tightening grip, keeping him from leaving. For a moment he believed that that must have been another hallucinated vision. Then he slowly turned his head toward the wrecked car. An odd thought came across his mind: the driver crashed in order to not run over him. But why? Humanity had failed him so many times. He had lost the only one that truly cared about him. His Father had abandoned him and he wasn't able to understand what was his purpose, not anymore. He actually knew that a car was coming that way, but now he honestly didn't give a damn about his life. He had failed. He was utterly lost. This was the best coincidence possible to put an end to his suffering. But now, he felt something he couldn't explain, almost a need, the need to go and check if the driver was okay. Still confused about this new foreign impulse, he started to walk towards your car.

Once there, he kneeled and took a look inside, from the broken side window.

"You look stuck." he commented with an apparent childish but plain voice.

If you weren't, like literally, in that position, you'd have certainly sassed back to that dumb obvious statement. But your conditions weren't the best at all, you might have some broken bones, actually.

What, instead, came out from your mouth was stammering confused words.

"I-I-It… m-my… my s-s-sea..b-be..t" you tried to speak, holding and shaking the restraining belt tightly in your hands, while tears gathering in your eyes.

He hummed and shushed you. "Let me get you out of here." he whispered, thinking again about why he was actually doing this, it was none of his business. And yet, he stayed on.

"I want you to put your hands on the roof." You were about to obey his calming demand, but in that moment, you realized your left arm had to be broken and it hurt like hell. So somehow you managed to raise only the other one and take also your phone.

Then he closed his eyes for a couple of seconds and all of a sudden, the seatbelt mysteriously unhooked, as if by magic or an invisible force. But you were too rattled to think about it.

You fell and he gently grabbed and lifted you from the car.

"I got you." he smiled, holding you in his arms while standing up. "Are you okay? Can you stand? Is anything broken?" he questioned with a caring honeyed tone.

You nodded pointing your arm and moaning, still dizzy from the car flipping over. The stranger carefully set you on your feet, yet not letting you completely. Good, because immediately after you slipped, too weak to stand, but he caught you by the waist. Your head was spinning so fast.

"Hey hey, easy, don't force yourself, you're clearly not okay." he observed "Look at me." and he placed his thumb on your lower lip and chin to hold your head steady as he spoke. What was he feeling right now? Pity? Concern maybe? He thought he had already turned off those pointless human emotions.

You tiredly opened your eyes to meet the most beautiful pair of ocean eyes you've ever seen. Unfortunately, you couldn't focus on him any longer, neither when he run his hand down your water-stained cheek.

"Hey stay with me, don't close your eyes." he urged, just as your vision went fuzzy and your eyes rolled back. Within seconds everything went black.

You passed out into complete and utter darkness.

He caught you before you hit the concrete, gathering your limp body into his arms and walking away from the car. He abruptly stopped. What he was supposed to do now? He had literally come from the woods, after days of fasting and sleeplessness. He was covered in damn dirt. Not to mention that he had no place to go. He was too exhausted to reason. So he chose to gently lower you to the ground, kneeling, so half of your body was on his lap. He stroked your wet hair, wondering what to do with you. Just right now, looking at your face, he noticed how beautiful you were, how innocent and angelic. He swallowed and smiled. A soft side? In his evil and corrupted soul? Impossible.

It was still raining. You were both soaked and there was no shelter in the proximities. He thought he couldn't do anything more. That's when he remembered about your broken arm. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, placing his hands above your head. Nothing. Maybe he wasn't focused enough. He took your hands in his own and tried again. This time his eyes rolled black until they showed only a white surface; then he started to mutter Latin words. He lifted his head up speaking louder, but his nose began to bleed, until his vision blurred and the car suddenly exploded. He lost consciousness right next to you, nevertheless his hand still on yours.

The next thing you knew, you were on your back on the ground and very disoriented. Also completely drenched. Making indistinguishable noises because of the pain, you turned your head resting on the asphalt. The rain in your eyes didn't let you have a clear view of the surroundings, but you immediately felt an extremely warm presence at your side. You blinked twice and finally saw the boy that had helped you, laying there unconscious. Hell, maybe you had hit him with your car after all. The plot thickens.

Saying that you were confused about the whole situation was an euphemism. There was nothing for it but to try to reach your phone, almost five feet apart from your leg, hoping that it didn't break in the crash. Despite the acute ache in your arm and the burning cuts and wounds, you were able to crawl back to it, so you dialed the number and called 911. You explained everything and asked for help with a wisp of voice. You probably had a concussion.

The rain eventually stopped. You were starting to feel cold, so you found your way back to the stranger. Little droplets of water drenched his hair, covering his features, and you couldn't help yourself, you brushed a few strands from his face, caressing his sharp cheekbone. Right after your head started spinning and your vision filled with white spots, until you fainted again, against the stranger's chest.

You woke up in a hospital bed. It was early in the morning; the sunlight was peeking through the blinds, the constant beeping of monitors echoing throughout the room. You sighed loudly and squinted with a grimace. Luckily you were just a little sore, nothing too serious. You took a look at your arm: you had a pretty unaesthetic cast. The universe's way of telling you, "Here, take this you little bitch." Amazing.

You got up very slowly and entered the bathroom, looking for a mirror to better check out your wounds.

"Wow, nice Halloween make-up though." you muttered rolling your eyes. You had a stitched cut on your left upper forehead, a split lip and dark circles under your puffy eyes. A Miss Universe at her peak. Not to mention a great number of bruises all over your body.

You called your parents shortly afterward. Downplaying the details of the accident wasn't enough, they completely lost their minds at the phone. They were shocked and worried about your conditions, so they insisted to get on the first flight to LA, to help you. You reassured them you were fine and ready to go home. It wasn't necessary for them to come. They even offered to pay for a new car, since yours was, sadly, destroyed. You refused though; you would have dealt with the car-issue later. Even though you couldn't still get over the fact that your precious SUV has gone for good.

A truly kind doctor got to your room and, after having checked out vitals and injuries, refreshed your memory about what happened last night. Shoot! In that moment you realized you had totally forgot about the boy. You immediately asked the doc if you could go visit him. He nodded but not without first warning you. John Doe here had to be sedated because, when he regained consciousness in the ambulance, he had refused to go to the hospital and started thrashing around. Luckily, he was too weak to harm anyone.

The doctor kept saying that they had found no ID, nothing that could tell them where he came from. He was completely dehydrated in addition to previous wounds. He probably hadn't eaten for days either. For these reasons, the cheap version of Derek Shepherd wasn't sure whether he should call the police.

You were listening to his words with much more concern you thought you could feel. Well, maybe because you had almost run over him. But you felt you had to go check on him. He helped you out of the car after all. He…saved you someway? What you couldn't understand was why he had stopped in the middle of the road; he hadn't even tried to get out of the way…Oh shit. Was there any chance he wanted to, like, get killed? No, c'mon, there are way too many other – and less-painful – "methods" to do it…It couldn't be.

When you arrived in his room, you immediately noticed he was tied to the bed and carefully, you set his wrists free. After a few seconds, he woke up. You tried not to pay attention, but he was undoubtedly attractive. To be honest he was much more than that. Handsome to say the least. He seemed almost angelic. Baby blue eyes piercing your soul with a magnetic gaze, golden messy curls spread around his head on the pillow like a halo and God-given sharp features. Despite that, he was still covered in filth and wounds. But even in such a miserable state, he was hypnotizing. You wondered why no nurse took care of him yet.

"Hi!" you whispered, sitting down on the nearest chair.

"Hi." he said back, almost imperceptibly. "Thank you" he added, pointing at his bruised wrists.

"I should be the one saying 'thank you'..." you stated; he gave you a half-smile, "…you literally saved my life."

"No need to thank me, I caused your crash so.." he stopped for a second "…we can say you saved me instead." he admitted heavy-heartedly, with his eyes down. He seemed so sad and so lost, and you really felt for him.

"Well, thank God we're both still alive!" you didn't know what to say anymore. And this cringy comment wasn't helping.

" Sure " he scoffed.

What were those, tear-stains? Has he been crying?

Then an awkward silence filled the room. You were starting to feel a bit uneasy, and the continuous biting your lower lip – despite the cut on the upper one – made it absolutely obvious. You could feel something was off about him. The sadness and despair in his eyes were pretty noticeable, and you were the kind of person that can't look away.

"Uhm, are you okay?"

"Yes" he was still staring at the void. No emotion showed.

"Sorry, I don't want to be pushy…but it's clear you're not."

"Why do you care? What do you want from me?" he snapped turning his head, but his face softened instantly, as if he regretted the outburst.

You honestly didn't know why you cared that much either. It was an odd sensation coming from your guts, it was pulling you so deeply into him. He needed help, and you wanted to give it to him.

"You got anybody I could call? Your relatives or a friend?" was the only answer you could articulate.

" No.. " he mumbled, "..I have no one."

Suddenly, you felt the urge to ask him if he wanted to go home with you, to recover. You would have never done – or even thought – anything like that before. This was against all the good bits of advice your mum ever gave you. Like, don't invite in strangers that could easily kill you in your sleep?! But it was as if, deep down, you knew you could trust him. You took the risk.

"Listen.. ahem.. y-you could come home with me. I have enough space in my apartment and we could help each other until you'll feel better" you paused.

He was staring at you now, with glistening eyes. He was speechless. No one has ever shown him selfless kindness. He was in disbelief.

"I don't want your pity."

"No, wait. This isn't pity. In case you haven't notice, I have this lil problem here" you chuckled, swaying your cast in the air "I wouldn't mind a hand" you said to release the tension.

"I-I can't. Please, go. Just leave me alone." he shook his head. The fear of being abandoned or rejected again was too overwhelming for him to open up and accept some help.

"Oh," you whispered, a bit down in the dumps, "got it."

You headed for the door, but before leaving, you turned one more time "I'll leave my number to the receptionist in the hallway, in case you change your mind." you winked and smiled, leaving him alone.

He sighed and slammed his head against the pillow; he didn't even have a phone, also because, come on, what good it would do? But above all, what kind of paradox was that? Him, the motherfucking Devil's spawn, needing help? From an innocent little soul like you? No kidding. He had performed a human sacrifice and eaten raw hearts for fuck's sake. Yes, he may not know what to do, and probably he had made mistakes, but it wasn't over yet; his satanic plan needed to be adjusted. This way, he would eventually recreate the world in his Father's image and earn his trust again.

He needed to leave as soon as possible, before some stupid human being started asking him though questions.

You were finally home. The entire Uber ride had been silent and for that you mentally thanked the driver, because you weren't in the mood to talk at all.

As soon as you turned the doorknob, your little friend immediately greeted you purring, making you jump. He really missed you…or at least that's what he wanted you to believe. You locked the door behind you.

"His Majesty is hungry, uh?!" you said mocking your furball "Yeah, me too dude...but hold on a little longer, I need to take a shower I smell like hospital, jeez."

Only now you noticed. There was a rather unusual atmosphere when you walked in, an unsettling silence sending shivers down your spine. An inexplicable heat radiating from the house itself. It was too hot in there and you're positive it wasn't normal in the middle of November. The room seemed saturated with unfamiliar vibes.

You went to your bedroom and started to undress. Then you entered the bathroom, ready to finally wash the last night events off you.

Odd. It was like you could feel eyes on you, all the time.

Whatever. You were too worn-out to indulge your paranoid thoughts.

But the same feelings still followed you, even later when you were eating your delivered dinner, half-dead on the couch with the fluffy monster curled up on your lap.

"Maybe it's a sort of twisted PTSD." you told yourself. Yet your heart wouldn't settle. Something wasn't right there.

Anyway, you chose to ignore your instinct; it was time to get ready for bed. You reached your closet as you slowly took off hoodie and sweatpants, changing into even more comfortable clothes, just a t-shirt actually. Since it was that hot, no pants. The loose garment barely covered your bare thighs though.

You were half asleep when your cat jumped up and suddenly rushed out of your bedroom like he was possessed. You stretched and changed position, that enormous cast wouldn't let you fall fully asleep. After 5 minutes of turning and tossing you heard what sounded like footsteps. Your pulse started racing.

"It's nothing," you told yourself, "I'm imagining things."

But then the typical creaking of your fridge being opened reached up to your room. Twice.

You froze, heart in your throat. You were most definitely not alone. Someone was in the house.

But right after you shook your head, "Ugh, probably it's just that furry devil."

Being as quiet as possible, you got up and made your way to the door, straining to hear, but your heart pounded too loudly and your breathing was harsh. Moving towards the switch, but on second thought you decided against it.

Nothing. Complete silence.

It was when you were finding your way back to the mattress that you heard a white noise, a loud thud and the clear scraping of a chair against the floor. You froze again with wide eyes. You swallowed breaking out in cold sweat.

The squeaking of the cupboard followed by the tinkling and banging of glasses and dishes. You almost had a stroke.

You internally cursed yourself. You had left your phone on the couch. Fuck fuck fuck. The only option left was trying to reach the door and ask for help from the next-door neighbor. But you couldn't do it, the kitchen had a space divider, but it wasn't long enough to avoid being seen.

Weapon, your mind screamed. You needed a weapon.

A relieved smile appeared unexpectedly on your features. You recalled about keeping a knife hidden in the drawer. 'Never say never' when you live alone. Well, it seemed it had been a good idea after all.

You slid your fingers around the rubber grip, dismayed by how much your hand was shaking.

Heading down the hallway barefoot, you hold your breath and slowly approached the living room. With one motion you sneaked into the kitchen, with the blade facing the intruder, and screaming,

"I'm calling the police!"

But what you saw made your jaw drop in shock.

It was Him, the guy from the car crash.

In your kitchen.

Eating your motherfucking chocolate chip cookies.

At 01:00 am.

"Uh, sorry..." he spoke while chewing the leftovers and then swallowing loudly, "..you wanted some?". As if he felt guilty for real, with that childish expression.

You couldn't keep quiet any longer. The situation was too far-fetched.

"WHAT THE HELL?" you snapped. He chuckled at the reference.

"I can't cook. I was starving and I found these. I didn't want to wake you, but this monster here won't get off me..."

"What are you doing in my apartment?"

He tilted his head, pretty confused. "You invited me to stay here..." he remarked, with a hint of displeasure in his voice.

"Yes, I did. But it doesn't mean you can break in without me knowing." You were still a bit scared; he could be dangerous as far as you knew, and his actions had already proved it.

He didn't say anything. He stood up from the island counter, making his way to you. You were slack-jawed in astonishment, still holding and pointing the sharp surface toward him.

"Put that knife down."

"No."

"Why?" he frowned.

"I don't trust you. Don't come any closer!" you ordered.

"I can't take you seriously looking like this" he smirked pointing at your 'night attire'.

He took another step and you run to reach the handle; it turned but the door wouldn't budge.

"It's locked." you turned to look at him "Don't you remember? You did that yourself." he observed, like it was obvious.

"Then how did you get in here?"

"Transmutation."

"Tra-what?" you supposed he must have been out of his mind.

The circumstances themselves were unbelievable. But he was right, you offered him help.

Now he was leaning against the wall a few feet apart from you, locking his eyes with yours, his beautiful features veiled by a shade of dejection and misery. Suddenly, the feeling you had at the hospital came back. Trust.

"I know I'll regret this, but yes, you can stay."

A thankful smile crept across his face and if it weren't for the dark, you could swear that he was also crying.

"But if you don't behave I'll kill you." you threatened in a playful tone, but you needed to scare him a little.

In that moment he understood that he had done the right thing, deciding to take your offer. He had to pick up the pieces and get back on his feet. He couldn't have done it alone.

And mostly, he liked you. You were a warrior. There was something special in you, he could feel it. He could trust you.

"You scared the hell out of me by the way…do not do that again." you spoke as your eyes narrowed.

"I promise" he whispered.

He was kind of a weirdo, but you imagined he'd been through a lot. For this reason, you decided to place the knife on the table and get closer to him.

"But anyway, sooner or later you're going to tell me how you did it." you chuckled showing him the door. You were standing right in front of him now. He was taller than you thought.

"We haven't officially met, I'm Y/N."

In that moment – a moment you'll never forget – he vanished right before your eyes.

Then a sudden voice – that didn't hide insecurity and expectancy – coming from behind, made you turn around and left you in absolute shock.

"I'm Michael. Michael Langdon."

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Tagging (hope you don’t mind, in any case just tell me!) @michael-langdon-appreciation @hecohansen31 @so-langdon @emmyrosee @ladynuwanda @sammythankyou @sojournmichael @hplotrfan

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motleycrueimagine · 4 years

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This Ain’t a Love Song - Part Eight - Nikki Sixx Fan Fiction

Words: 1477

Warnings: Language, alcol, drugs, soft smut

N/A: I know it took ages for me to update, but I'm really struggling through my first semester as a University student and time flew by like nothing. I hope you like it, feedback is appreciated as always <3

Huge thanks to @blonde-shamrock

Summary: Maya Prescott has done anything possible to fix her life. It was 1977 when she left her groupie life: no more parties, no more concerts, no more drugs, alcohol or casual sex, just to achieve a full standard life. Now it’s 1981 and after a four years disappearance Maya Prescott unexpectedly shows up to the party of one of the most promising emerging bands of the LA’s rock’n roll scene: Motley Crue. But what should be her last ride is destined to change her life in so many unexpected ways.

TagList: @motleycrueee @babygal-babygal@unknownoblivion @sweetshutter @sparxx27 @bandaid-rainbow

Masterlist

Nikki’s POV

She was walking a few steps in front of me, the sound of her black heels on the sidewalk was all I could hear. We had taken a secondary road in order to avoid the mass of people that every night gathered down the Sunset Strip. Here the music was only a light background noise.

“Why are you running?” I asked as my lazy ass struggled to keep up with her. Maya stopped, waiting for me.

“You’re as slow as a sloth, and you’re not even wearing heels,” she mocked me, sliding her arm on the low side of my back, taking possession of my personal space; not that it bothered me anyways. I did the same embracing her shoulder, despite the height difference provoked by her pumps.

“I was afraid you were running from me,” I jokingly said, or at least I tried to make it seem like a joke. It had been almost a week since our ‘almost fuck’ and she had literally disappeared from our place. We had barely talked after that and she was making it pretty clear that she was not really into the idea of doing it, at least in the near future.

“I would never run away from you, Sixx!” her fake outraged voice was enough to make me laugh.

“Oh yeah? As if you hadn’t run away the other morning…” I liked to poke the bear every now and then. In the meantime, we were getting closer to the liquor store, the neon sign illuminating our path.

She rolled her eyes while a light, kinda bitter smile grew on her lips; it seemed like she was trying to find the correct reply to my words. It never took her too long to collect sarcasm.

“Well, to be fair… I wasn’t running away from you, but from the situation. I told you I don’t want to have sex with you that’s it.” She let go my hip trying to deviate towards the entrance of the store. I did the same with her shoulders, but I couldn’t help but hold her wrist preventing her from entering. She stopped, looking back at me, and lifted a brow “What?”

I gently pulled her closer, she didn’t bother to resist. “Well, to be fair,” I imitated her with a smirk “You asked me to fuck you.”

Her big blue eyes wandered around my face with an annoyed frown. She didn’t like to be contradicted.

“You were naked and you were touching me,” she pointed out, “I never denied that you’re attractive, I’m just trying to be a good girl; not sleep with every fucking human being that turns me on, and buy some fucking alcohol. Do you think I’ll get through all these tasks at least for tonight?” she listed with a straight face. I didn’t let go her arm; my curiosity was having the best of me.

“I think I’m gonna let you go through the last one if you tell me what is preventing you from having the most memorable night of your life with me.” I was not expecting an answer I just enjoyed too much messing with her.

“Well I don’t wanna risk you getting a crush on me for how well I ride your dick. That would be a problem.” She tried to hide a smirk by biting her lower lip. My imagination flew toward the picture of her getting wild on top of me. How come that I always ended up with a boner when I was around her?

“I bet It would be the opposite.”

She shook her head, “I’m not gonna bet with you, course then we’ll have to try and see and that is not gonna happen.” We looked at each other silently for a while; studying each other’s profiles as if we were both unsure whether to say something else or not, for a split second I almost considered pushing her to the wall and fuck her in the middle of the street.

“Let’s go buy some booze, Sixx,” she whispered, taking my hand, finally entering the shop.

We wondered the store buying as many bottles as we could, and dragged them on the way home.

Maya’s POV

The day of the shooting Vince had offered to drive me to the studio. There I met the photographer: his name was Robert Greiner and surprisingly he was not as creepy as the previous ones that I had met. He was pretty young, I wouldn’t have put him at more than thirty years old - definitely good looking, very caring too and interested in knowing what I was comfortable doing and what not. For the whole afternoon we shoot different photos under Vince’s watchful eyes, at times way too watchful.

“They’re gonna be amazing,” Robert reassured me for the tenth time after we were done. “If not, that means we’re gonna do them again, okay?” I nodded moving my hair to the side.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that is very important for me,” I apologised while with the eyes I followed his hands as he was storing the lensed he had used for the photoshoot.

“Your boyfriend is gonna love ‘em too,” he added with a playful but discrete smirk, I looked back at my blonde escort, I cleared my throat.

“Uhm, Vince is just a friend… but yeah I’m sure he will.” I smiled back. An awkward moment of silence stepped in as he was processing that new information.

“Well,” he zipped up his bag, “I’m gonna call you as soon as they’re ready.”

“I want a copy of each one of them!” was the first thing Vince told me once we headed out of the building towards the car. I lightly laughed shaking my head in disbelief.

“Do you think they were good?“

“I don’t think they were good, I know they were good! I mean if those pictures were the cover of magazine I would definitely buy it.”

I playfully pushed his shoulder and then took him by his arm and reached the car. The ride home didn’t take too long. When we arrived, we were still debating about the supposed interest that, in Vince’s opinion, Robert had shown for me.

“Well if that smile didn’t make him hard then the guy has a problem,” he was trying to make a point, failing miserably. We stepped into the apartment not even bothering to acknowledge the presents in the living room.

“Vince, darling you are not a very good term of comparison, you’re always hard.”

“That’s just because I’m always available to satisfy a lady in need. My dick is donated to society.”

“They used to call him the master at the grand entrance,” Beth’s voice didn’t seemed too pleased, while Vince looked pretty surprised to see her at the Motley house.

“Babe, I thought you were at your mom’s place.” I frowned, my eyes following Vinnie as he started arguing with the love of his life, till they moved towards a more private space.

“Why does she have to freak out every single time?” I asked the two boys that were sitting on the couch, but none of them answered. Instead Nikki studied me for a few seconds before questioning me.

“By the way… what were you two doing you together?” he wondered nonchalantly.

“C’mon she babbled all morning about this fucking shoot, man…” Mick, stiffly seated on the couch, intervened. It surprised me that he had actually listened. I pointed my finger at him nodding.

“See? Somebody actually cares about what I say!” I exclaimed while arranging the table for dinner.

“As if I had any choice,” the guitarist scoffed in his classic stoic way. He fixed his sunglasses up his nose and went back in silence. Nikki rolled his eyes before approaching the table to pick inside the In-N-Out Burger bag that me and Vinnie had brought. I slapped his hand as he tried to pick up a French fry.

“Hey!” I protested trying a second time and I slapped him again. His hazel eyes, unusually uncovered from his hair, widened, “Do that again and I swear you won’t be able to sit for the entire dinner!” he warned me.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I jokingly teased, moving the bag away from his clutches.

“Both,” he replied with a douche-like smirk.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Mick intervened again. I turned towards him ready to gift him with a sarcastic answer.

“Whoo French fries!” Tommy, who had appeared form the hallway stole a pack from the bag, interrupting me.

“What’s wrong with you guys!” I pushed both hands through my hair. “Vince! Beth! C’mon they’re gonna eat everything!” I called out to them, as I let the bag go, allowing the hungry animals, known as Motley Crue to start devouring the burgers.

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khhstan-blog · 5 years

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A Night Out

Person: Keem Hyoeun

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

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”Come on y/n.” Layla says while nagging me. ”You know I'm not into stuff like that. Let me stay home in peace and quiet.” My friend Layla had invited me to this party at Dok2’s new home in L.A so she could try to get boo’d up but she wanted to me to go with her an I was not feeling it. I'm a quiet girl who likes to stay to herself and have fun on her own. Going to wild parties with drunk people, horny women and men and groupies was not something I wanted to deal with at the moment but I'm not gonna lie, getting drunk would be nice right now.

”I don't even have anything cute to wear” I said. ”Girl, you know I have the perfect outfits so, I got you.” Layla says with a wink and runs to her closet. I also forgot to mention, Layla is my college roommate. She's the complete opposite of me. She's wild, crazy, and a hoe, but she's been there for me since day one. I get up to go follow her to see what crazy outfit she would pick out for me. I was in pure shock when I saw what she picked for me. ”Lay......You must have lost your damn mind!” I yell. Layla layed out a black and red mini dress with the craziest black hooker heels I have ever seen. The accessories were cute though. I gave her the harshest glare I could give her. ”Come on y/n. You know you would fye as hell in this. If it's that bad then trade outfits with me.” She pointed to her outfit. There was a silver crop top with black leather pants and a cute pair of silver and black pumps. ”Alright, let's trade.” I said. Layla cheers and hugs y/n tightly. ”Okay okay bitch.” I said while pushing Layla. ”Hurry up before I change my mind. ”Alright jeez.” Layla says while rolling her eyes and takes her outfit to go change.

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Me and Layla called an Uber to the party. Once we arrived, I got really nervous. We arrived to a huge penthouse full of Korean celebs, groupies, and drunk people. I knew instantly that this was out of my element but it was too late to leave. ”Come on y/n.” Layla yells while dragging me. ”Lets show them how we party.” Once we get inside, I'm in pure shock. The place was gorgeous. There was a huge turquoise indoor pool, a huge bar and a beautiful chandelier in the living room. I even saw a few rappers I had heard of. ”Beautiful huh?” I turn around to see the man of the house, Dok2. I was in pure shock while Layla was planning how to snatch Dok2 up. ”You're home is beautiful.” Y/n says. ”Thank you. All my hard work paid off and now I'm living life. Make sure to enjoy yourself while you're here.” Dok2 says while smirking. ”We most definitely will.” Layla says in her seductive voice while pushing me to the side. I could have popped her upside her head for that but that's her. I decided to walk off to the bar and go get a drink to chill my nerves.

There were so many people around including some of my favorites like The Quiett, Jay Park, Tiger Jk, and more. They were all throwing drinks back, chatting and hollering at a few groupies that were there. While sitting at the bar, Layla comes and tries to drag me off the bar stool. ”Come on y/n. They're playing our song girl.” I didn't even realize our song Mommae was playing since I was so out of it paying attention to everyone else. ”Excuse me. Can we get a few shots of tequila.” Layla says. ”Are you crazy!? I don't want to get crazy drunk!” I said to Layla. ”Girl, bye. You need to get lit. You look scared as hell for no reason. Live in the moment for a while.” Layla says while giving me 4 shots. She smirked at me and I instantly knew she was right. It was time for me to have fun. I downed all 4 shots and dragged her to the dance floor. We screamed for the DJ to start the song over so we could get it popping. As soon as it started, we both took over the dance floor. Later on in the song, while dancing I noticed a guy with bright fire red hair was staring right at me. He had really dark brown eyes that pulled me in instantly.

One moment we were staring at each other and the next he started walking towards me. The attention on the dance floor soon went all to Layla so it was just me and this mysterious but fine ass guy. All I could hear was my heart racing. Everything started going in slow motion. I tried to blame it on the alcohol but I knew it wasn’t that. The mysterious guy came closer and I realized he looked familiar but I couldn’t figure out a name. “You’re a really good dancer. You should teach me.” The guy says. I tried to speak but everything came out like a stutter. “Th..Th..Thank you.” I said. As soon as he smirked, I wanted to drop to my knees from shyness. “My name is Hyoeun. Keem Hyoeun.” Keem Hyoeun!? Now I knew who he was. He was on season 5 and 7 of Show Me The Money and was the first artist to be signed to Ambition Musik created by Dok2 and The Quiett. I felt so dumb for forgetting his name.

He looked so young back then so I see why I forgot. “My name is y/n. Nice to meet you.” I say and slowly put my hand out for him to shake. When he grabs my hand, I wanted to melt. His hands were twice the size of mine and they were extremely soft. He was pretty close too so I could see his face more closely. He was fairly tall, had a cute but manly face and pink plum lips, and a long but slim body. He was wearing a short sleeved black adidas shirt with black adida jogger pants and a pair of red and black adidas. I also noticed his huge Rollie on his right hand. “Your Rollie is nice.” I stupidly said. “Thanks.” He says while laughing. “I got it as a gift from Dok2 and The Quiett.” He starts to step a little closer and I get a whiff of his cologne. It was strong but had a sweet balance to it. He started liking his lips and opened his mouth to talk. “You know you’re...” Before he could finish, a tall but cute looking guy comes and grabs Hyoeun. “Aye, we’re all about to go racing in all of Dok2’s cars. Wanna come?” The guy says then looks at me and smiles a huge smile. “Waddup I’m Changmo!” He says in his broken english and puts out his fist for me to dab. “Hello I’m y/n.” I say while dabbing him back with a huge smile on my first. In the corner of my eyes, I notice Hyoeun glaring at Changmo like he wanted him to go away. Changmo soon noticed and said “You wanna go or... Y/n is welcome to come.” Before Hyoeun could answer, I spoke. “I think I’m gonna get going. My friend is really drunk off her ass right now.” I turned to the right and so did the guys. We all saw a girl dancing crazily with her dressed pulled up high on the bar. I was instantly embarrassed by Layla’s dumb ass. I silently cussed her out in my head.

“Well thanks for coming. Hyoeun lets go.” Changmo says while walking away and laughing at Layla. “Hold on. I’ll be out in a minute.” Hyoeun says. Hyoeun turns and taps me on my shoulder softly. I turn around and meet his eyes and instantly go back to being shy. “Since your going, I’ll help you get your friend home.” He says. I was shocked. I didn’t want him to keep his friends waiting so he could help me with drunk ass Layla but I did need the help. It was gonna be hard getting her off that bar top and out the door, so I accepted his help. We both walked over and Layla started acting a fool. “Heyyyyyyy y/n.” Layla says while sluring. This shit was so embarrassing I didn’t even respond. I started grabbing her legs to pull her off but she started throwing a fit. “If you don’t get the fuck off the bar, I’m gonna kill you on this bar.” I silently said to her. She proceeded to do what she was doing. Out of nowhere, Hyoeun grabbed her off the bar and motioned me to hurry out the door with him. While walking, I called an Uber that came just in time. Hyoeun put Layla in the back seat so she could lay down and chill till we get home. “Thank you. You really helped me. I’m sorry you had to see how she acted.” I said while sneaking a glare at Layla. “ No problem.” He laughed and said shyly. We stood there for a few seconds just staring at each other. “Well....I should get going. Please tell Dok2 that I enjoyed the party.” I smiled and starting walking to the front seat till Hyoeun yelled. “Hey wait!” He ran over to me quickly. “I really wanted to talk to you more and get to know you but it seems plans have changed. Sooooo....I was thinking maybe we could go out sometime.” He said “OMG YES!!! I mean... sure.” I screamed like an excited kid and fixed my composure fast after realizing what I did. He laughed the cutest laugh and took my phone out my hand. I was confused at first but realized he was putting his number in. “Text me when you get home okay?” He says while handing me my phone back. “I will.” I said while shyly smiling. He opened the front door to the car and let me get in. “It was nice meeting you. I’m really glad you came” He says while closing the door and leaning on the car. “Hyoeun! Hurry up and quit flirting!” I looked to see Changmo screaming while standing on top of a black and silver Ferrari. Hyoeun sent him a glare and Changmo backed off. I couldn’t help but laugh. “You should hurry and go. I’ll text you when I get home and deal with her. I’ll pay you back for helping me.” I said “Don’t worry about it. You can pay me back by going on a date with me.” He says while smirking. My smile faded and my mouth was wide open. “So cute.” He said busting out laughing and walking away.

I was in shock the whole ride home. The Uber driver helped me put a knocked out Layla in my house and went on his way. I cleaned Layla up and put her to bed. I made sure to leave some water and ibuprofen by her bed knowing she was gonna be hung over the next day. As I put on my pajamas and went to bed, I remembered to text Hyoeun. I sent him a text saying we got home safely and made sure to tell him to get home safely as well. He soon replied with a heart emoji saying that he was glad and he will make sure that he does so. I was kinda glad I went to the party. I may have went through hell with Layla but I met a really great and fine ass guy. I went to sleep happily.

#ambition musik #keem hyoeun #kim hyoeun #changmo #dok2 #khiphop #korean rappers #김효은

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Honestly I can't stand you | Lance Tucker *smut*

Summary: You had grown up next to Lance Tucker, also being a gymnast however he had ended up with a more succesful career in gymnastics then you, so you left and became something else. It's been some years and the gym has an anniversary where things...escalate.

A/N: I recently became o b s e s s e d with Sebastian Stan and can't wait to write more about him, I saw the bronze and loved the cocky asshole that is Lance Tucker. The song ''Peak'' by drake inspired me to write this and I highly suggest you listen to it while reading because I tried to follow that vibe.

warnings: smut, bad language, alcohol use

You were kinda dreading tonight. Hope, one of your gymnast-friends had forced you to come back to the gym. They were celebrating their 15 year anniversary and invited anyone who trains or had trained there to come. The reason you were dreading tonight was because you knew Lance 'the fucker' Tucker would also be there, probably making a pass at the younger gymnasts. Lance and you had trained together for a while, both being gifted gymnasts. However, he became succesful while you got injured and missed your shot. You left shortly after and had become a lawyer in the city.

There had Always been a little tention between you and Lance but he was such an asshole that he had usually ruined it before it began. You were putting the final touches to your outfit, a little tight fitted black dress, heels and some simple jewellery. You were putting on some lipgloss and sprayed some hairspray in yout hair. Hope coincidentally arrived at the time you were done. She knocked on the door of your motel room, wearing her signature varsity jacket. ''Damn y/n trying to get fucked tonight?'' You blushed slighty, you had to admit that the thought has crossed your mind. You shook your head ''No just showing them what the city can do to you'' You winked her way as she laughed at you.

The two of you arrived at the gym, you recognized a bunch of people and greeted all of them on your way to the drink table, you needed booze to get throught this. You didn't recognize a bunch of younger gymnasts, but how could you, you left 5 years ago. You were sipping your drink, looking around the room when you saw him, Lance, chatting with a group of teens, the ones he was probably coaching. You downed your drink and got a refill.

Lance was politely talking to his girls, they had excidetly rushed up to him and since he was their coach, he was obligated to talk to him, while all he wanted to do was talk to you. Yeah he had seen you come in, in that litle dress. He couldn't wait to talk you out of it. He excused himself from the girls and made his way to you ''y/n y/l/n, it's been too long darling'' You turned around, rolling your eyes. You had recognized the voice and already knew what was going to happen, and frankly you were way to sober for this. ''Fuck off Lance'' He smirked smugly ''Fiesty today? tell me love what has gotten into you? because I was planning on doing that'' You snorted and had to restrain yourself from bursting out in laughter ''Seriously? did you really think that would work?'' He laughed ''I could try'' he winked. You sighed. You had been drinking the whole night and you were starting to get a little tipsy. ''Wanna dance?'' He held his hand out for you, you nodded but slapped his hand down and walked to the make-shift dancefloor, Lance following close behind.

You slowly moved your hips to the beat, you felt Lance snake his arms on your hips holding you close against him, mimicking your movements. You were getting more and more into it, swaying your hips and pressing your ass into the body behind you. You could hear a groan, making you grin.You swayed your hips even more, basically grinding agaisnt him but keeping it PG. You could feel the bulge forming and grinned to yourself. You clearly had the upper hand and you wanted to tease the shit out of him. You didn't care anymore, you didn't need to like the guy for you to admit that he was hot. You had been attracted to him since you were teenagers and this was your time, besides you'd fly back home tommorow anyway.

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, still moving to the beat. You were biting back a grin when you felt his hands move to your ass, you pressed closer against him and moved to whisper in his ear ''So Tucker, what does it feel like to have a hard-on at a work event?'' you smirked. You heared him grown ''It feels fucking terrible y/l/n, it fucking hurts and it doesn't help that you''re grinding against me and that all I can think about is ripping that little dress off of you'' You swallowed. Hard. that sounded so hot, the booze clouding your mind a little. ''Let's get out of here'' He grinned as he followed you closely, making sure nobody saw his bulge. You took his car as you had ridden with Hope. ''Your place or mine?'' You smiled ''I have an empty motel room '' ''Yours it is'' He said with a grin. You wanted to wipe that stupid grin off of his face so you palmed him through his jeans making him groan loudly ''Fuck'' he hissed as you did it again ''Fucking safe it, you''re going to kill me like this'' Now it was your turn to grin.

He was way over the speed limit and you knew it but you didn't care once he pulled over to the motel you were staying at. The two of you sprinted out of the car and before you had even arrived at the door of your motelroom, his lips had found yours. The kiss was messy, tongue and teeth, desperate, the only reason you pulled away was to unlock the door. He was attacking your neck with kisses while you were working the lock and as soon as the door opened, he had spun you around, picked you up and was once again kissing you. Hard.

You kicked the door closed and wrapped your legs around his waist. All the pent up frustration came out and god did you want this. He put you down on the kitchen counter to remove his shirt and you did the same, the gymnastics had shaped him beautifully and you licked your lips in appreciation. However you shook your head once you saw the little peak of his tattoo come up ''Really Tucker? A medal tattoo around your dick?'' you snorted and he grinned ''Yeah, wanna see it?'' He winked at you. ''God, honestly I can't stand you'' In one swift motion he had his hand under your dress, pushing your lacy panties to the side and fingers feeling how wet you were. You gasped at the sudden motion and he hovered over you smirking ''Oh really? Cause it seems as if you like me an awful lot right now darling''

You decided to shut him up by kissing him, hands wandering around his muscular body as his riked up your dress to get more access. He pulled away and moved closer to your semi-clothed cunt ''Damn doll, if I had known you had such a pretty pussy I would've done this ages ago'' He let his finger swipe some of your juices and licked them off his finger ''You taste so fucking good'' He opened your legs more and sat in between them. You wanted to shove his pretty little face where you needed him the most, you were dripping in anticipation and couldn't wait any longer. Luckily he didn't want to wait anymore either and once you felt his tongue on your clit it was over. He was an expert, licking and sucking in all the right places. You wanted to lay down and experience it fully when he pulled away ''Oh no no babygirl, I want you to look me in the eyes when I do this'' He grinned and started eating you out again. You were looking him straight in the eyes, moan after moan leaving your lips. It was incredibly erotic to see him eating you out like that and it turned you on even more. He pushed a finger inside of you while sucking on your clit, curling his finger making you moan out his name. He started fingering you at a relentless pace and added another finger, you were close and he could feel it.

''Come on baby, I want you to come for me. Let me see you come undone'' He curled his fingers once again and there you went. Moaning his name loudly as you saw stars, he slowly rode out your high and went back up to kiss you. He oulled your panties down before he pulled down his jeans and boxers, his erection finally sprung free, slapping against his stomach, It was beautiful and you wanted inside of you more than anything you've ever wanted.

He pulled a condom from his jeans pocket and quickly rolled it on, he pulled you closer to him and you suddenly realised you were still sitting on the kitchen counter. ''Should we move?'' He nodded and picked you up, he laid you down on the couch and wasted no time Climbing on top of you. ''Ready?'' You nodded and he slowly inserted himself in you, both of you lettting out a loud moan. ''You feel so fucking good around my dick, so fucking tight'' He started moving in a slow pace. ''Come on Tucker give it to me'' He smirked and pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, picking up the pace ''Well hun, it's good to see that you're still this flexible'' You rolled your eyes ''Just shut up and show me what you can do Tucker, I thought you were better than this'' Your words did exactly what you wanted them to do, it fueled his anger. He was now pounding into you, hitting just the right angle ''Fuck right there'' He grinned, his cocky atittude resurfacing.

''So fucking good'' all you could hear were moans and groans and the slapping of skin. ''F-fuck i'm c-c-close'' You stammered as he was hitting the right spot over and over again. His fingers found your clit, roughly circkling it, pushing you over the edge. Seeing you come, pushed him over the edge aswell as he came, moaning loadly. He pulled out of you and got rid of the condom. He was getting dressed again when you stopped him ''Wait, would you maybe wanna stay over?'' He laughed and made his way back to you ''Why?'' You grinned ''The night is still young, do you really want to miss round 2 or 3? maybe even 4?'' He grinned back at you, giving you a quick kiss ''Very good point darling, very good point''

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likes-words-and-shrimp · 5 years

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How These Feelings Fall Into Place

Lloyd and Sheena spend time together at an annual festival held in Mizuho. The next day, Lloyd would leave again. That was okay, wasn't it?

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Sheena Fujibuyashi Rating: G Mirror Links: AO3 Notes: Written for @theguineapig3 for @talesofsecretsanta2018 !! I wanted to try to write a good gift that would at least come halfway to the gift you made for me last year! It is still one of my most favorite things! I hope this little story turns out okay. Happy Holidays!

“Just put the set over here!” Sheena called out, and the men nodded. Crates of the dumplings were placed by the stall nearer the entrance. Mizuho was brighter than it usually was at night, when most of the villagers either retreated to their homes, or were away on missions in other, more livelier places. But the yearly festival transformed the secretive village into a place decorated with paper lanterns, bonfires for the mass amounts of food ready to be cooked, and several stalls that marketed even more food and games.

It was known as the Mystical Village for a reason!

“Chief Sheena!” spoke another man, still dressed in his garb from his latest mission, appearing suddenly from nothing. His dark clothes made him blend with the rest of the night. “I have ordered the balloons from Meltokio, as you asked! They should be arriving at any moment.”

Sheena nodded with satisfaction. “Good work, Orochi! We’ll make this our best festival yet!”

She was still a bit new to this Chief business, but with the World Reunification duties, the constant trips to Meltokio to ensure that things kept running smoothly, and just overseeing day-to-day life in the village, Sheena had her hands full, learning all she could from Tiga. But festivals! She had loved those especially, and helping organize one had felt more like play than business.

“Anything else need to be done? I saw Chiyo’s wrists had been hurting so…” She cracked her knuckles, feeling invigorated – “I can help out with her taiyaki making!”

Orochi though had this look. A look that meant that he had more news to share. “Actually, we just got word from one of our scouts near Sybak. It seems that one of your friends will be arriving soon for the festival.”

Sheena blinked. Who had she told about this festival? Not many, since everyone had to do their own things after the world was reunited. Regal had his company to overlook, Raine and Genis were still traveling together, and Colette had mentioned something about taking care of dogs, which had been hard to understand as she had spoken about it so excitedly last time… She inwardly groaned, remembering that Zelos knew for sure, and probably wanted to butt his nose into it like usual. It was bad enough he hit on the women here during the day! “Ugh, so it’s that idiot again?”

At that, Orochi raised an eyebrow. “While I understand Lloyd may be a bit slow at times, I think idiocy is a bit-”

“Wait, Lloyd?” she shouted, then lowered her voice. “He – I don’t – I don’t think he’s an idiot! J-just-! He’s coming here?”

“That’s what the reports said.”

She wasn’t prepared at all for this.

“Hi, Sheena! Wow, this place looks so bright! What are those paper-looking thingies?”

Sheena swallowed, ecstatic to see the young man standing before her. Here! During one of her favorite times in Mizuho! Although it was hard to get her tongue to work, suddenly feeling it too big for her mouth. Was it swollen? Did she eat something that made her allergic? Oh no, Lloyd was staring at her so much. Maybe her injury from the last mission was still on her face-

“Hey, uh, Sheena? You’re kinda blanking out.”

“Y-yes! Yeah! Haha…” She shook her head, gathering herself. She put on ‘Chief-mode Sheena’ in her place, pretending she was talking to one of her subordinates. Who was wearing blindingly bright red. That would never work for any ninja or for any kind of stealth mission and why the heck was she thinking the logistics of this?

“It’s good to see you. And those are paper lanterns!” She gestured to the decorations that lined the top of the village, giving everything a soft flow. “Secret craft of Mizuho. Don’t tell anyone!”

“Oh yeah! No problem. The secret’s safe with me!”

It was really not at all a secret – people from all over Tethe’alla tried to copy the same design, but Lloyd looked so genuine about it that Sheena couldn’t help but smile. She had missed him, more than she had thought. She had to grin back at him.

“How did you find out about this anyway?”

“Oh, Zelos told me. I’m trying to find this Exsphere caravan and we ran into each other… He said he couldn’t go because he was busy. And, well.” He grinned even wider at Sheena. “A festival sounded fun! I haven’t seen you in a long while anyway.”

It really had. Lloyd was off on his Exsphere journey, and she could only imagine how tough it was by himself. Sometimes she had thought…

Nah, it was stupid. She had a village to run anyway. People needed her. Lloyd wouldn’t want someone like her along anyway.

“Well, you came at the best time! Bet you haven’t tried kingyo-sukui before, have you?” She waved Lloyd over to the nearest stall. “It’s more of a kid’s game, but it’s tougher than it looks!”

“Kin ga what?” Lloyd blinked, but followed her along with complete trust. “How do you win at it?”

“Sorry. It’s goldfish scooping! Here, I’ll show you!”

Lloyd was already very eager to try, and the moment Sheena had the paper scoop in hand, Lloyd was already grabbing his own. He had gone through ten of them by the time he finally got one in his bowl, breaking each of them completely. But he had been as wide-eyed and excited as the numerous little kids at the stall. Sheena also made sure that Lloyd didn’t have to keep paying for each scoop he broke… he probably would have lost half his gald by this point. Just helping him save that made Sheena feel happy.

“Cool! I get to keep him?” Lloyd held up the clear bag with his tiny goldfish to his face. The way it warped his eye and mouth, while the goldfish swam through the water, made Sheena laugh loudly. Lloyd noticed and stuck out his tongue, making it even more silly.

“S-stop! And yes, you can keep him! Although bringing him on your journey might be hard.”

“Oh, right.” Lloyd considered, then handed the bag to Sheena proudly. “Maybe you can take him for me? Or is that too much? You probably got a bunch of goldfish already!”

Sheena had none at all – the game was meant for kids and a Chief should just be doing Chief things! Although, seeing Lloyd offer it to her, she took the bag gladly. It felt like a gift, in a way. “Well, I guess I can make some room for him. But you have to remember to visit him often!”

She didn’t actually expect Lloyd to agree to that. He was on an important journey after all, set on completing it. But he nodded anyway. “Yeah, of course!” Then his stomach growled. “Uh.”

Sheena snickered. “Okay, let’s get some food in you first.” She would have to leave Lloyd to put away the goldfish, and she didn’t want to just yet. It would be safe in its temporary home for now anyway. “Ever had yakitori? You’ll like that one, I bet.”

And, of course, Lloyd ate whatever was handed to him, probably stuffing down more than what some stall owners were expecting. She caught a few eyes gazing at her, silently pleading with her to not let this strange boy in red drain out their stock. But she could let it slide for now, make up for it later. Lloyd had probably been tired from his journey and deserved what he could get!

By the end of the feast, they were seated by the moat that circled around the Chief’s home – or her home to be exact. Still holding the goldfish bag in one hand, and a cup of sake in the other, she then handed that one to Lloyd – being careful not to mix up the two. That would have been embarrassing… “Here. Best way to wash all that food down!”

“Hey, what’s this?” Lloyd took, seated cross-legged on the ground. On the water, small papers folded like sailboats glided on the water. Both children and adults were setting them there, all while Sheena had briefly explained the tradition; to wish good fortune for the coming year. She wanted to help him make one – she knew he could do it pretty well with his artistic talents, but, maybe that was a step too far. Couples usually did that together, and well, that’s not what they were anyway.

She shook away that thought, and smiled. “It’s sake! You’ll like the stuff.” After all, his dad was a dwarf! And dwarves made their own alcohol called mead, which from what she gathered, was usually much stronger. Sake should be easy for Lloyd. “And if you don’t, I’m clobbering ya,” she said jokingly, clenching her free hand.

Lloyd laughed at that. “Okay, okay! I’ll try this… sah-kay? This cup’s kinda small though and I’m really thirsty!”

He was about to take a sip, but then stopped himself. Ah, maybe he wasn’t actually into it?

“Hey, Sheena,” he said, turning to her again. “This was really fun. I’m glad I got to come by! You’re always really busy so I figured maybe this time…”

“You’re welcome here whenever, Lloyd! I’m, um, not always that busy!” She was sort of half-lying but not like Lloyd could notice. She nudged his arm. “Hurry and drink up. No need to get sappy at me!”

Even though she did like that, quite a lot.

“Yeah, just the last month’s been kinda tough and-” Lloyd shook his head. “Anyway! Thanks!” By then, he had already begun to sip.

She thought on what he said for a moment, but Lloyd probably hadn’t meant to get too serious, so she went past it. “I can get some more. There’s a few different types actually if you wanted-”

Then Lloyd fell flat on his face.

“Wh-” Sheena blinked. Then again. And then just stared. Oh. Oh what. Oh, he wasn’t moving. “L-Lloyd!”

Then his body started to nearly roll off straight into the water.

“No! Stop it!” she yelled as if yelling ever did anything for her. Grabbing Lloyd by the shoulders while still holding onto the goldfish, she lifted him up easily. Okay, he was still breathing, but also not really responding to anything. His eyes were shut, and his face was a bit red. Oh no, what if it was something he ate? Was he poisoned? Who would do that here?

If only she hadn’t been slacking off as Chief, she could have prevented this.

Ignoring some of the surprised looks from nearby villagers, she called out to Orochi. He always re-appeared at her side when she needed him. “Here, help me get him inside. Get the medicines out. We need to find an antidote quick!”

“Sheena.” Orochi looked to the boy curiously, though didn’t stall, already grabbing his other shoulder.

“Come on, we need to hurry!” She was trying her best to not lose her cool as they opened the sliding door to her room, but she couldn’t bear to lose Lloyd. Not after everything. She’d inspect every food barrel they had here and find the source. Maybe it was sabotage – there had been mutterings of people who hated Tethe’alla and were forming a group. Maybe they saw Lloyd had been coming here in advance? She needed to gather all her sources for this.

“Sheena,” again, Orochi said, laying Lloyd on a cot.

“Get the local healer. I know it’s usually her time off but I really need her salves for this. And tell Sakuya to travel to Meltokio so we can see whose been on the roads-”

“Sheena.” Orochi said hard, his hands still, his entire body still.

She looked to him in confusion. “What is it? Why are you wasting time?”

“Sheena, he’s just drunk.”

She paused then, and in that pause, she saw Lloyd stir and start to mumble.

“Hafta… see the doggies… ofer ther..”

Oh. He was drunk. But… he had barely taken a sip? Was he that much of a lightweight?

“I’ll go outside and tell those who saw it’s no trouble. He will need water.” Orochi stood up, making the signal for leaving. Though before he did so, he smiled. “He probably needs someone nearby as well.” Then he vanished in a puff of smoke.

Oh no, she was so stupid.

Sheena tried to not think about that so much, finally remembering the goldfish in hand, and getting a nearby bowl to put it in. She had some flakes to give it, but later. Because right now, Lloyd was trying to sit up, and also get up, and also tried to stumble into her door where the paper covering would definitely not hold his weight.

“Sit back down already!” She pulled him near, hands gripping his arms. His body went limp in her touch, leaning against her, his head tilted. He was smiling still.

“Thers a lotta doggies here.. like.. here..?” He pointed at the corner, where a painting of well, a wolf was set in the background of her room.

“Yes, Lloyd. That’s a doggy..” She rubbed his arms, maybe lingering too much. “Go and sleep.”

“Ish a lot! An alsho scary snake?” He pointed above at a divider, its surface painted over with a dragon. “Shnakes are… bad..”

“Okay, yeah, I got it.” It was.. kinda cute how he kept rambling. But she felt weird for still holding him like this. So she tried to get him laying down again.

“And Sheena is!” Lloyd proclaimed and not following up for a while. Like he was thinking on it. This pulled at her patience a little. She was what? Just spill it!

“You need to sleep now.” She then forced him down, hands on his shoulders, half over him. She got a better look at his face, his eyes soft, his hair a little messy from his sudden falling. He was still smiling a lot too. Oh, she was way too close to him. Don’t do this when he was drunk! Don’t do it at all!

“Sheena is… good..” He muttered, half-closing his eyes. “Miss..”

She lifted away slightly, kneeling beside him. She moved a loose hair strand around her ear. “Um, I missed you too,” she said softly, feeling stupid. Was that what he meant?

“Really like her..” Lloyd shifted to his side, to get comfortable. Or maybe to see her better? No, that was also really stupid. “Really.. huh..”

His voice was slowing more, which worried her. He was just drunk, but still.. “Hey, you okay?” She held out a hand to him, then stopped. Too far. Don’t do that.

But Lloyd reached out to it. His Exsphere winked in the light. He brought her hand close to him, just near his face.

Sheena’s face was heated to an extreme.

“Like… I like.. Sheena…” Then he fell asleep, still holding her hand. He held it so tightly, too.

She could still easily leave his grip. Just a quick bend of her wrist and she would be free. But she felt his even breathing near her knuckles. He shifted even closer to her.

She had placed his goldfish in the bowl on a nearby dresser, swimming calmly through its small home. She wasn’t as contained as it was. She could leave at any time.

“I like you, too,” she whispered.

Sheena stayed by Lloyd’s side, watching him sleep.

By morning, she was frustrated.

Some of the paper lanterns had broken, their shells caught on the roofs of nearby homes, and the small boats still lagged in the water, filling it up with trash. It would be a pain to clean up. That and half the stalls had not been taken down yet. There were supposed to be gone by late midnight yesterday!

Also, once Lloyd woke up, he hadn’t mentioned anything about what he said last night.

“Ow… why does my head hurt so much? That was really weird water you gave me…” He was rubbing it as he walked through Mizuho with Sheena one last time. Then he would be gone, for who knows how long. “How come I want to drink it again though?”

“I don’t think you should,” she said, voice hard.

Lloyd blinked at her tone. She saw hurt flash through his face, soon covered up by confusion. “Uh, okay. Well, you gave it to me!”

“Believe me, I know.”

She didn’t mean to have this grumpy attitude, but what was she supposed to do now? If Lloyd had felt that way about her… if he even actually meant what he said!

He probably hadn’t meant it at all. Lloyd sometimes just… said things, didn’t he?

He was patting his jacket, looking for something. “Agh, did I lose my wing pack? I didn’t drop it in the river or something…”

Waiting around was so stupid. Didn’t Zelos say to just go ahead and say what you want? Apparently Lloyd did! But only when he was drunk!

He noticed her frown, because she was definitely frowning. A lot. “Sheena, did I say something wrong?” He blinked. “Or.. be stupid? I didn’t mean to eat that much stuff yesterday! Just, you know..”

Agh, why did she have to point this out?

“I like you too, Lloyd!” she shouted. They were just outside the village. There were probably eyes watching them. They always were. That’s what living in Mizuho was like. She was used to it. But the only eyes that mattered were Lloyd’s.

He stared at her. “I-”

“So don’t just go spouting out you like me too for no real reason! Was that supposed to be funny?” But it was her fault. She made him drink the dumb stuff. “I’m an idiot.”

“Sheena?”

“Never mind. Just… have a safe trip.” Ugh, she couldn’t even confess right. What was she doing?

A pair of arms encircled her suddenly. She stiffened, ready to break out. Only Zelos did this, and he did it to be annoying and invasive. But the scent was different.

“I.. don’t remember when I said that. I wish I did.” A pause. “I like you though. Um. That’s why I came here, you know.”

Oh, she was really stupid.

“Er, did you hear me?”

She shook her head, then nodded her head. Ah, what was the right answer?! Maybe she should hug back? Okay, maybe. So she did.

She leaned into his touch, like before, when he was holding her hand tight.

Then she decided to kiss him. Wait, that was too far!

“Mmf?!” Lloyd’s voice was muffled, not exactly expecting the sudden and fierce kiss she gave him. She stepped back immediately, putting her face in her hands.

“Agh, why am I so bad at this?”

“Huh? T-that wasn’t bad! That was really nice, actually!” He laughed a little. “I mean, I’ve not done that before so…”

She didn’t want to look at him. She needed to find another pit to fall in.

“Is it okay if we try it again maybe?”

Oh wow, she definitely needed to find a pit fast. She couldn’t do that again! No way!

But Lloyd was there, holding her face in his hands, looking nervous also. He leaned in, kissing her lightly. It was nice, nicer than she thought. She melted into it quickly.

She stepped back again and (kinda) lightly punched him in the shoulder.

“Ow!” Lloyd rubbed the affected shoulder. “That hurt a little!”

“W-well, maybe do that kind of stuff sooner!” Sheena took a deep breath, turning away for a moment. “But… thanks.”

Anyone else would have probably complained even more – even Zelos – at her reaction. But Lloyd just laughed. Not at her either. It was nice and innocent, with no bitterness to it, like she would expect from others. But Lloyd was not like other people at all.

“You’re welcome, I guess.” Then, very lightly, hands placed themselves on her shoulders. She leaned back against him, wanting to be selfish. “I’m glad I got to see you again. Really.”

“Yeah, I know.” She could feel how red her face was, and not from any drinks. “M-me, too… Do you have to go now?”

Sometimes she could feel Lloyd think about things, imagining his expression. Only this time, his face was near hers, his breath blowing against her hair that gave her shivers she felt a little guilty thinking on. “Hm, I guess not right now... I still have time. But it’s been hard doing stuff on my own lately, you know…”

She thought back to the impulsive gift Lloyd had given her, the goldfish still swimming in its bowl, needing to be where it was. She felt the same sometimes.

But… Orochi had been doing such good work lately. Maybe he could take over, for a little bit.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she told him, before turning around to give him a hug.

As a Chief of Mizuho, she needed to help people. And those people didn’t have to be from Mizuho itself…

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xans-ex · 6 years

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Games (Bambam Smut)- One Shot

Pairing: Bambam x Reader Genre: Smut Length: Long

*Warning: Rated (M) for mature, unprotected sex, overstimulation, daddy kink, hair pulling, dom/sub kink*

This is for my best friend of 4 1/2 years, @yumiko--cosplay who is such a big Bambam stan and i can’t blame her cause that man sure is beautiful. Anyways hope you enjoy this boo xD it’s weird writing a smut that you requested but our friendship is weird so I kinda expected this. Love you bitch :)

Summary- Your friend Irene invites you to a party to get your lazy ass out the house. You’re glad that you got your lazy ass out that house.

“Y/N, come on! You have been laying in this bed for three days. You’re going to literally die in that bed if you lay in it any longer.”

Irene was poking at you, your body slumped under your covers as a sign that you were not planning on leaving the comforts of your bed any time soon. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” Irene scoffed at your dry reply, having had enough of your mood.

“Come on! There is this guy I know, and he’s having a party at this big cabin near the lake. It’ll be fun...maybe...you could get laid?” Irene poked a little harder at your side and you removed your cover from your face, scowling at her. “I have no interest in going to this party, or getting laid for that matter.”

It wasn’t that you hated parties...or sex...it was just that you were not in the mood. Since summer started you had no time to yourself, following Irene around like a lost puppy and partying every weekend. All you wanted to do was rest your tired feet and give yourself one weekend without a killer hangover.

“When is the last time you’ve had sex? Like a decade ago?” Irene’s voice cut into your thoughts and your scowl returned as you glared at her. “You are so dramatic, and I just want to relax. All I have done is party.” You sat up in your bed, your arms crossing over your chest. “You can rest next weekend.” Irene pouted, her eyes staring down at you as she begged. “That’s what you said last weekend.” You mumbled, looking away from her to avoid her puppy dog eyes.

“Please? You’re like...my only friend and I don’t want to show up alone.” You looked at Irene as she spoke. You and Irene had been friends for years, your bond stronger than anything. You sighed, rolling your eyes at her. “Fine...” You groaned and you watched as Irene’s face lit up like a light bulb. She squealed, her arms engulfing you in a tight hug. “Thank you!” She squealed, her arms squeezing you so hard that you thought your spine would break.

“I’ll pick you up later tonight! Make sure you dress sexy!” She hummed, her body doing a little dance as she walked out your room. Your eyes rolled again, a huff leaving your throat as you covered yourself once again under your sheets.

Later that night

You looked yourself over in the mirror, checking to make sure your makeup was nice and that your dress was hugging you in all the right places. Your feet by this time were so used to wearing heels that it felt like tennis shoes to you now, and you looked yourself over, feeling satisfied with the results.

Honk.

Irene’s signal of her arrival reached your ears and you sighed, grabbing your small bag and phone before heading out the house. Irene’s red convertible was shining under your street lights and you flashed a small smile at her as you got inside. She looked you up and down, her eyes dancing over your figure. “Damn Y/N, you look sexy.” Her compliment, which was normal, was still enough to make you scrunch your nose in embarrassment. “Stop...” You whined, moving slightly so you could put your seatbelt on. “Alright hun, lets get ready to party.”

Irene’s convertible slowed to a stop in front of the cabin house, the trees surrounding it decorating it nicely. “Have you ever seen Cabin In The Woods?” You looked over at Irene as she stared back at you with a raised brow. “Is this you trying to reference some serial killer movie?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying that if a unicorn impales me, it’s your fault.” You teased, getting out of her convertible.

You looked at the cabin, sighing slightly as you walked down the stone walkway with Irene by your side. You could hear the bass of the music blasting, the windows showing bodies walking and dancing past it. You and Irene arrived at the door and you watched as Irene’s manicured finger rang the doorbell. All too quickly, the door swung open and you saw a man around your age flash Irene a smile.

“Yugyeom!” Irene quickly hugged the male, a bright smile on her face. “it’s good to see you.”

“Come on in.” Yugyeom looked at the two of you, moving out the way so you both could walk inside. The inside was huge, the walls decorated with hunting gear and animal heads. It wasn’t exactly what you’d picture to be perfect party decor but it wasn’t like the animals were talking to you or anything. You looked around, your eyes gazing up at the upstairs and the people leaning against the wooden railing.

Your eyes scanned until they froze on another pair of eyes, his brown orbs burning into your eyes. He was lean, his skinny frame leaning against the railing. His eyes were still on you as he sipped from his red solo cup, his silver hair slightly covering his eyes.

“Careful...he’s a player.” Irene whispered in your ear and you jumped, surprised by how close she was. “What do you mean?” You looked at your friend. “Bambam. He’s a player. Just a warning...but he is still cute so don’t be scared. I think he might like you...” Irene teased and you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You looked back up at where Bambam was standing only to see an empty space. You looked around, scanning for a head full of silver hair but found nothing.

This party was longer than you thought it would be and it was killing you. Your feet were starting to hurt and you were lazily sipping on whatever alcoholic concoction was made and you started to feel a little light. You leaned against the kitchen counter, looking around. Irene had gone off with whoever and was dancing and drinking to her hearts content, something you were amazed by. How did she wake up every day ready to party and wreck herself only to wake up fine, ready to start all over again?

“It’s a gift not everyone should have.” A voice cut your train of thought and you realized you had been talking out loud. You turned your head to be met with a familiar pair of brown eyes.

Bambam.

He smirked at you, his hand lifting his cup to his lips. He took a sip of his drink, his tongue quickly swiping over his bottom lip as he looked you up and down, drinking you in. “Oh, uh..” You stammered and your face heated up as Bambam only chuckled. “What’s your name?” He asked, his eyebrow raising slightly. “Y-Y/N...” You mumbled, your name almost hard to hear and it caused him to lean closer to hear you. “You don’t really go to parties do you?” He asked and you sighed. “I um...I go to too many actually. My friend dragged me here...and there...and literally to every party that happens within miles of our town.” You groaned in annoyance at the end.

“Then how come I never seen you before?” He cocked his head to the side, his bangs swaying. “I usually just stay to the side...” You started to become a little more comfortable, his close proximity made you nervous but there was just something about him that relaxed you. “Well...I’m glad I found you.” He hummed, reaching up to gently run his fingers through your hair. You gulped, his fingers grazing the side of your face. “Are you nervous?” He asked, his tongue once again swiping over his bottom lip. “N-No.” You stuttered.

You were lying, but Bambam said nothing. He just continued to hover his hand over your skin softly, barely even grazing. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “Have you heard about me?” He was leaning closer to you. He’s confident. Maybe because you hadn’t pushed him away yet, or that was just his personality. “A little.” You squeaked. “What have you heard?” His question came fast and you were almost caught off guard.

“Um...I-I heard that you’re a player.” You stuttered again. He was making your heart beat a million times a second, but for some reason you wanted more. It was like he had a gravitational pull on you. “Do you think that’s true?” He was extremely close now, his lips only inches from yours. Your breath was labored as you slowly shook your head and your eyes flicked back and forth from Bambam’s eyes to his lips. He hesitated, his breath tickling your lips. “Hm...well it is.” He almost groaned his words out as his hands found its location on your lower back.

You felt a shiver run down your spine and you heard him chuckle, his lips keeping its small distance. “Do you like that? My hands on you?” He was talking dirty to you, and you didn’t know if it was because you hadn’t been touched in a while or the fact that you were in public that made a heat rise between your legs. You nodded slowly, the need for more was becoming more and more overbearing.

His hands started to move down until they were at your ass and you tried your hardest to contain a moan as he squeezed your flesh. “N-Not here...” You moaned softly.

You felt Bambam’s body freeze for only a second at your moan, his tongue licking his bottom lip once more. He quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you up the stairs and down a hallway. You looked around, seeing many rooms and doors closed before looking at Bambam as he pulled you into an empty bedroom. He quickly closed the door behind him and locked it, his swift movements catching you by surprise.

“Do you do this often?” You asked, watching him as he neared closer to you, your body moving back until you were against the wall and Bambam walked until he was against you, his hands trapping you on both sides of your body. He leaned close until his lips were against your neck, completely ignoring your question as he pressed wet kisses against your skin. His hands were back on your ass again, his hands kneading you and another moan left your lips as he sucked on a sensitive part of your neck.

“You sound so sexy when you moan.” He growled and you felt your knees start to shake. “Kiss me...please.” You murmured and Bambam pulled away from your neck, looking at you with hungry eyes. “Why should I?” He teased, his eyes flicking back and forth between your lips and eyes. “Don’t play games with me, Bambam.” You whined. “Why not? I like to watch you beg.” He growled as he slowly lifted up your dress till it was at the top of your waist and your thighs clenched when his cold hands touched your exposed skin.

“Please...” You whined again. Bambam hummed, his eyes looking you up and down. “Get on the bed, baby girl.”

You shivered at the nickname he gave you and you were quick to walk over to the bed, hesitating before laying down on it. You looked over at Bambam, who was just staring at you with a playful smirk. “Do you touch yourself?” He asked. You blinked a few times before nodding. “Use your words baby girl...Daddy wants to hear your voice.”

When he called himself ‘Daddy’, a moan escaped your lips. “Yes.” You moaned. “Yes what?” Bambam’s voice was almost threatening. “Yes Daddy...” You murmured. He hummed at your response. “I like that. Touch yourself for me like the good little slut you are.” His hands were slowly unbuckling his belt as he spoke and you watched as he did so, your legs spreading slowly. You slowly pulled your dress down and off of your body, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

Bambam only stared at you impatiently and his eyes flashed with irritation. “You’re taking too long...” He frowned and you were quick to take off your underwear, your teeth taking prisoner of your bottom lip as you exposed your bottom half to the man you had only met a few minutes ago. You stared at Bambam as your fingers slowly went into your mouth, coating them in saliva before you slowly moved them down to your core, your fingers slowly rubbing along your clit and moving along your folds. You touched yourself, sinful moans leaving your lips.

You could hear a soft groan and you looked over at Bambam, surprised to see him jerking himself in front of you. He was thick, and your mouth watered as you watched him touch himself. “You like it when I touch myself?” You asked. Bambam shook his head quickly. “Only I can ask the questions baby girl...” He took off his shirt, exposing his lean figure and you hesitated before slowly inserting two fingers inside yourself, a delicious moan reaching Bambam’s ears and he growled, quickly making his way over to you and smacking your hand away. “Did I say you could fuck yourself with your fingers?”

You shivered at the way he scolded you. “Then hurry up and fuck me then.” You weren’t sure how you gained the boldness to say that, the words leaving your mouth before your brain could think about what you were saying. Bambam was almost taken aback by this, no girl had ever said something like that to him. He was used to always being in control, so to be told what to do was surprising, and turned him on to no end.

He took off his pants, his body completely nude and you watched with hungry eyes as he slowly got onto the bed, stopping so his face was near you core. “Not yet baby girl...I want to taste you.” He leaned down, his lips pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs. You knew you were wet, the familiar feeling was all too known. He looked down at your pussy, his tongue sticking out to lick his lips. “Your pussy is so wet...fuck...” He couldn’t wait any longer, his tongue licking a long stripe up your pussy and between your folds. Your back arched slightly and your legs instinctively came together on both sides of Bambam’s head, locking him in. He didn’t mind this though, and it only encouraged him to wreck you, his lips and tongue starting a war with your pussy.

Moans escaped you rapidly, your hands reaching down to tangle in his silver hair. He groaned against you, the vibrations making your stomach start to become tense. You were about to cum, and you were tempted to tell him, but you had a feeling that he wouldn’t let you. You decided to stay quiet, the need to cum was overbearing and your moans were almost screams as you neared closer and closer. With a strangled cry of his name you came, your legs shaking violently. He ripped away from you, his lips coated in your juices. “Did you just come without my permission?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Yeah...I did.” You felt more confident now. The urge to defy him and go against what he wanted was almost like a drug to you. You liked to play games with him just as much as he did with you too. “I see...on your hands and knees.” He commanded and you slowly did as he said, your body slightly weak from your peak.

“You want to play games huh?” He stared down at your exposed pussy, your ass clear and on display for him. He raised a hand, his eyes on you before quickly slapping your ass, the pain from it sending a sting throughout your whole ass cheek and you moaned loudly. “You think it’s okay, huh? I’m the one in control.” He was angry, and his never-ending slaps against your ass proved that. He kept going, your ass becoming red and tender. “Apologize baby girl.” He growled.

“No.” You were able to choke out an answer in between bursts of cries and moans. “No?” He couldn’t believe it. At this point, a girl would be begging for forgiveness so she could get fucked, but you just didn’t care. “Fuck...you’re unbelievable.” He groaned. He was so turned on it was ridiculous. He needed to be inside you...now.

“You’re lucky I’m impatient baby girl, or else I’d just punish you more.” He groaned, his hand grabbing his dick and lining it up with your entrance. “Hm, next time then.” You groaned. Bambam looked at you as you looked back at him. Your eyes met and he felt this weird feeling in his chest.

You wanted to do this again.

If this were any other person, he would have said no. But for some reason with you it was different. He actually wanted to do this again, and again, and again.

He snapped out of his train of thought, focusing on what he was dying to do and with one swift motion he slowly pushed into you. Your pussy was tight and stretching for his cock and you both moaned at the same time, the sound almost like a harmony. “Fuck...” You moaned out, your hands clutching the pillows in front of you.

Bambam was still, not moving at all and it was starting to annoy you. You started to move back and forth, his dick moving in and out of you and you felt him freeze before another smack was landed on your ass, causing you to move even faster. “Fuck that’s so hot...moving like that like a good little slut.” He landed another smack on your ass. You let out a sinful moan, the sound almost didn’t sound like you. “You like that? You like that huh? Fuck this dick.” Bambam leaned forwards until his chest was against your back, his lips whispering dirty words into your ear.

He started bucking into you, your toes curling at how deep he was fucking you. He quickly leaned back, his hands taking hold on your hair and he pulled, forcing your head back. Your mouth was open as he fucked you hard, your breasts bouncing fast as he pounded into you faster and faster.

“Yeah..yeah fuck me.” You moaned and Bambam moaned back in response. You were close to coming again, and you bit your bottom lip, shaking as the need to cum was building in your lower stomach and Bambam could feel you tightening around him. “You gonna cum, baby?” He growled. “Fucking cum for me baby, fucking cum on Daddy’s cock.” He landed two hard smacks against your ass, his hand pulling your hair even harder and his hips were almost hard to keep up with as his pace was almost inhuman and with a cry you came, your walls tightening around Bambam’s dick and he gritted his teeth, his thrusts became sloppy and with a loud moan of your name, he pulled out, cumming all over your back. You were shaking violently, and as Bambam was panting hard, watching his cum slowly squirt from his dick, he reached down and started rubbing at your clit.

You squealed. “Bambam...no! I’m-” You started but Bambam continued, rubbing your clit faster and his other hand smacked your ass. “Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and your fists were clenched, your nails digging into your palms as you felt your need to cum building up quickly and with a strangled cry you came for the third time, your body falling onto the bed. Your legs were limp and your body tingled. You felt the bed dip slightly and a soft kiss against your shoulder. “Next time you defy me, I’ll make you cum three more times.” He warned. You nodded, taking his words very seriously.

Next time. So there was going to be a next time.

Bambam got off the bed and disappeared in the bathroom before coming back out with a wet towel. He slowly wiped off his seed from your back, cleaning you off. “That was um...amazing.” You murmured, your energy was completely gone and at this point all you wanted to do was sleep. “I appreciate that.” He smirked, leaning down to press another kiss against your shoulder. You closed your eyes, ready to doze off before you heard your phone ring and you groaned. “Can...can you get my phone? It’s in my bag.” You sighed and watched as Bambam grabbed your phone from your bag and held it out for you, your arm reaching out and you grabbed it quickly.

Irene.

“H-Hello?” You groaned. “I know you went off with player boy. Hope everything went well. You ready to go?” Her voice was loud compared to the still blaring music that was deafening even from upstairs. “Um...yeah...just give me a minute-” Your phone was taken from your hand before you even had time to protest and Bambam had it to his ear. “Hey Irene. She is a little exhausted so she can stay here with me tonight. I’ll drop her off in the morning.” He said before hanging up and placing your phone on the nightstand.

You didn’t even have the energy to complain or scold him. “I...I can’t just stay here. This isn’t my place.” You mumbled lazily. “I know that, it’s mine. Now shut up and go to sleep.” He said, going over to his clothes which were laying on the floor. He started to put them on and you pouted. “You’re not going to sleep next to me?” You whined. “As much fun as that sounds, not right now. I got over fifty drunk idiots in my house right now and I want to make sure this doesn’t turn into a Project X party.” He rolled his eyes at the thought. He reached for the door handle, about to open the door but your voice stopped him. “Did you mean it...when you said ‘Next time’?”

He looked back at you with a smirk. “Of course baby girl...you’re fun to play games with. Daddy will be back later.” His answer left another shiver down your spine and you watched as he walked out the room, the door closing behind him.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Author’s Note

I really hope you guys enjoy this...I tried to make it as dirty as possible but I’m real awkward so...

Also, this is my first fic with an idol other than someone from BTS so I hope all the Ahgases are satisfied with this. :’)

I was going to post Chapter 8 of Goomar tonight but time flew as I was writing this so I’ll most likely post it Friday night. :)

Also, THANK YOU FOR 350+ FOLLOWERS! I AM SO BLESSED TO HAVE YOU GUYS AS FOLLOWERS!! I LOVE ALL OF YOU!

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shaudswrites · 6 years

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Rain

Everyone knew Jason has some connection to Talia, and Steph thinks she might have finally figured it out.

Stands fine on its own, but part of a much longer fic that can be read right here:

Say what you want about Gotham’s service delivery, and, well everything else too, but she had herself some pretty big mail boxes.

Huge metal things on most corners of the older parts of the city, they were holdovers from the days when people had still sent mail and the thriving metropolis had needed that much space for all of it.

That wasn’t an important fact, not something life changing or even minorly interesting, but it was a part of where it started.

If you were being technical, it really started when Cass and Steph had come upon a shipment at the docks on their obligatory girls night patrol. It had nothing at all to do with the bigger case all of them were caught up in.

Not drugs or kidnappings, just a certain type of alcohol that had some very… interesting effects on some people and was therefore banned in their good city. As with most illegal but not immediately damaging consumables, that only made it more popular and every bar from sleazy to the highest of high ends liked having some of it in stock.

Cass didn’t think much of it, and neither did Steph until she turned up at The Dive the next day to find Jason standing morosely outside of the door, staring at an ‘out of business’ sign crafted out of an old beer crate and fixed to the door with masking tape.

“You’ve killed me.” He said simply, leaning forward to rest his head against the door with a dull thunk that kind of sounded like it hurt, but Jason gave no indication either way.

Before she could ask him exactly what had happened, he was talking again, tilting his head so she could see just one of his teal eyes peeping out from the damp curls that had flopped across his forehead.

“Bats arrested the owner last night, fucker’s too paranoid to give anyone else the key.”

“Oooooh.” Steph clasped her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels. “So no more chili-fries, then? Yikes.”

“ H’s got connections. ’ll be out in like two months.” Jason mumbled into the sign.

“Then why’re you being all grouchy?” Steph took a step forward, wincing as her foot came down in a puddle and the filthy water sunk into her sneakers.

Jason turned around to rest his back against the door and raked a hand through his wet hair as he tilted his head back to look at the clouds that were still dropping rain on everything.

With not a trace of a smile and with his face as serious and blank as she’d ever seen it. “I’ll starve to death before that.” His voice rose a little at the end and a chuckle escaped Steph’s lips before she could smother it behind her hands.

“You think it’s funny?” He asked, mouth agape like she’d done the most offensive thing imaginable. “Do you know how much fuel it takes to maintain all of this?"He waved his hand in a gesture indicating his whole body before slumping against the door and hanging his head, bringing a hand to fist the fabric at his chest. "I’ll waste away without this place, or have to live off…” He flopped a hand in circles near his head as he looked for the words, “cans of spam. Might as well crawl back into my grave now. ”

“Are you done yet?” Steph asked in her Barbara voice, folding he arms across her chest and giving him the most unimpressed look she could muster.

Jason gasped and peered at her through his hair again, and if she was going to focus on anything he was saying, he was going to have to stop ’ doing’ that. “I can’t believe this.” He shook his head, something close to a pout on his lips. “This is all Bruce’s fault.”

“You can’t blame Bruce for me and Cass…”

“I’m blaming him.” Jason cut in.

“Come on Jay, I know this great waffle house.” She wrapped one of her arms around his and tried to tug him out of the alley, but he didn’t even budge.

“Won’t make it to the waffle house, so weak.” He whispered piteously.

“Poor baby.” Steph patted his head, resisting her sudden urge to run her hand though the rain slicked curls, even more so when he leaned into her touch, determined to keep up his act. “I still have Talia’s number; do you want me to call her to bring you a snack?” Steph paused, a thought striking her and drew her hand back. “Wait.”

“So she can shut the place down for good and make me cook for myself?” Jason scoffed. “I really would rather die.”

“That’s why you like her so much.” Steph brought her thumbnail between her teeth and she stared at him, trying to find the words she needed to string together to make sense of it.

“What?” Jason’s face twisted into the look he got whenever she was getting close to something she could tease him about and they both knew it.

“She moms you.” Steph said, a huge grin splitting across her face.

“No.” Jason straightened, up and jabbed a finger sharply in her direction.

“She’s like, totally your mom!”

“Come on; let’s just hit the damned waffled house.” He said, gently pulling her to the end of the alley.

Because Talia practically stalked Jason, and fed him, and brought him birthday gifts that he obviously loved, and scolded him for eating junk food and, 'disproved of his life choices’. Everyone back at the cave was wracking their brains trying to figure out Jason’s connection to Talia. Why she was going through so much trouble for him, what she’d do if she got a hold of him, when really it was just her weird, scary assassiny way of smothering him.

“And you’re her precious little baby.”

Before Steph knew it, she was laughing. Not so much because it was funny, but because she was more relieved than she would have thought she’d be when she figured it out. She still hated Talia, boy did she hate that woman, but it wasn’t something she had to worry about getting Jason hurt anymore, and that lifted a layer of stress from her chest she hadn’t even known she was carrying before.

“Are you done yet?” Jason didn’t share the same sentiments at her revelation, and stood stiffly, frowning at her with his arms crossed.

“No.” She laughed some more. This time because his reaction really ’ was’ funny, and also somewhat adorable.

“You got no clue how messed up that that idea is.” Jason growled out at shifted his eyes somewhere past her.

“Bet she’s where you learned to be all scary.” Steph brought her hands up to make claws in front of her face and deepened her voice. Jason turned something that was maybe a version of the batglare on her until her laughter died down and she managed to straighten up, her hands clasped behind her back as she leaned towards him. “So which part of me are you gonna threaten to send to my mother in a box for this?”

“All of you.” He lunged at her and before she could get out of the way, he’d lifted her off her feet. Cradling her tightly in his arms he carried her to the nearest of the big mailboxes that weren’t even used anymore.

The people that hadn’t – or couldn’t, considering the part of town they were in – taken shelter in the pouring rain paid them no mind beyond a few weird looks, and Stephanie was laughing too hard to put up much of a struggle.

Nothing would have come of it otherwise, but it seemed it just wasn’t their day when a police cruiser approached and it was –surprise of surprises – a cop that actually took his job seriously.

The cruiser slowed down just as she was doing a very good impression of a cat, and Jason the kid trying to push it into a bathtub. Her feet were propped on the edges of the box and he held her with both arms around her midsection, twisting her from side to side trying to get one of those legs inside.

“Keep moving.” Jason said as the cop came to a halt besides him before the cop a chance to do more than open his mouth. “This doesn’t concern you.”

Jason pulled her back and finally managed to get one of her legs into the mailbox when the incredulous expression on the cop’s face almost got another bout of laughter out of her.

“You can’t say that to a real cop.” Steph whispered harshly and more than loud enough for the cop to hear as she kicked her leg, trying to dislodge it from the metal box

“But it doesn’t.” Jason’s voice was so earnest, his eyes so wide with innocence she might have even believed it at one point, if she didn’t know him and he hadn’t twisted her right them to get her other leg into the mailbox.

“My friend’s just being an asshole officer.” Steph tried to give the officer an apologetic look, because it was obvious she was going to have to be the serious one in that situation. She yelped when her shirt rode up just an inch and the cold metal of the box brushed against the small of her back.

“Now when you get in there, check if there’s an old ass letter with a stamp and…”

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the young lady.” The cop was stepping out of the car now, gun drawn.

The blank stare Jason gave him was supremely unimpressed and his arms wrapped minutely tighter around Steph’s midsection. He was warm, Steph realized, even soaking wet while she shivered in the rain.

“Yeah, put me down Jay.” Steph said, even as she leaned into his warmth and kinda wished he’d keep him hands where they were.

She knew immediately she’s made a mistake when he grinned, the rain bringing out the color in his eyes and making a mess of his hair made his grin more impish that it would have been otherwise.

“Okay.” He pulled her out of the mailbox and dropped her.

She let out a high-pitched squeaking sound at the cold shock of the puddle she splashed into. Jason smiled at the cop – who looked at both Steph and Jay like he thought they were either drunk or high – and clasped his hands behind his back in mimicry of Steph’s earlier pose.

“She wouldn’t visit her poor old mother.” He said. “I was trying to help.”

The cop rolled his eyes and finally put away his gun. “You kids… just get where you’re going and don’t cause any trouble.”

“Too bad you can’t arrest people for being assholes.” Steph grumbled, and curled up a little at the derisive look the cop sent her.

After a moment of deliberation, Jason bent a little to help her up. She accepted his hand, but tugged harshly just as he was about to pull her up.

His landing besides her in the gutter splashed her with more water as well, but the shock in his face made it worth it.

She chuckled into her fist and he buried his laughter into his hands.

The staff wouldn’t let them into the waffle house, soaked through with both rain and gutter water as they were, and they were forced to find another source of lunch.

Jason did, in fact, survive the journey to the food truck near Gotham U and they ended up in a sheltered awning on her college campus with polystyrene containers of popcorn chicken. She got s few nods from people who knew her, but no one bothered them.

He did jump about three feet into the air when she sneezed though.

“I really hope we don’t get sick.” She sniffled.

Jason scoffed and took a bite of his food. “I don’t 'get’ sick.”

#jason todd #stephanie brown #jaysteph #jason todd and talia al ghul #kids acting like kids #fic #mine

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years

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Stargazing and Stupidity - Wolverine x Reader

#9 :”I found this photo of you in an old jacket, and it reminds me of what I lost, and I came back here to find it”

It has been SO LONG since I wrote for Logan. So, here, a fic for good ol’ Logan, about him realizing he was a total ass. ALSO, it’s a very long story, so sorry about that and if you’re not into reading such fucking long things...I can't seem to write anything short -__-. Hope you’ll like it :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-I’ll be twenty dollars please sir.

Logan nods at the cashier and dives his hand in his pocket to look for a dollar bill. He finds it, but he also finds something else that he takes out with the money without really thinking about it. Automatically.

He doesn’t pay any attention to it at first, and just hands the bill to the cashier, before taking the packs of beer he just bought, and exits the small convenience store with heavy steps.

It’s only when he’s outside and in front of his bike, putting the beers in his duffle bag, that he looks at what he caught with the dollar bill.

His heart drops.

And memories come flooding. Overwhelming him a bit.

But of course, he hasn’t worn this jacket since he left. He completely forgot about what was in its pockets besides the money he shoved in when he grabbed it to go buy some alcohol...

He stares at the object for way too long.

He knows he shouldn’t do this to himself. Nostalgia washes over him. Sadness and guilt makes his heart beat faster. And for the million times since he ran away from the the Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters, he wonders : why ?

Why did he leave ? Without a word at that ? Why couldn’t he face his feelings ? Why, despite knowing that it always hurt him and those around him, did he keep pushing the one he loves away, and leave them behind ? ...

He doesn’t have an answer.

He doesn’t even understand himself.

Does he do it to save them from the death, pain and misery that comes with being acquainted with him ? Or does he do it so that he doesn’t get hurt ?

He can’t answer his own questions...And the more he stares at what he found in his pocket, the less he knows and understands.

It’s a picture of you. A picture he took because he wanted to remember how you were that day. Or rather, that night. One of the best night he ever had.

On the picture he grips tightly between his fingers, almost crumpling it, you’re sitting on a rock, smiling at him. You’re sitting on a rock and behind you, a huge cliff. You’re somewhere in the Canadian rockies, high up. Surrounded by bright stars, the full moon shining high up in the sky. Wrapped in his comfy leather jacket.

It’s an amazing picture. A perfect one.

Because you’re on it and look so damn happy. Because you’re smile is the best thing he ever seen. Because the sky behind you is magical, the stars and Moon more beautiful than ever, but not as gorgeous as you.

And because he loves you.

...Because he loves you. Because he fucking loves you.

With a growl, he makes a move to throw the picture away but...He cannot do it.

Shoving it back in his pockets with another throaty growl, he shakes his head.

No matter how hard he tries, he cannot forget, he cannot put behind him how perfect that night was. How perfect you were...He remembers everything with great details.

************

He remembers everything with great details.

It started in the late morning of a summer day, with him taking your hand and leading you to his truck. Not answering any of your questions, wanting to surprise you. Driving for a few hours, your head on his shoulder, him sometimes kissing your forehead from times to times. The both of you smiling like idiots.

A hike up the Canadian Rockies, one of his favorite place in the World. Helping you when parts were a bit tough to climb, often taking advantage of this to kiss you softly. On the lips, on your forehead, cheeks, neck, shoulders...

A campsite he set up in advance. His grumbles as you make fun of him for his cheesiness. “OH MY GOD YOU EVEN BROUGHT UP CANDLES !!”.

Your heart racing when he set up a picnic he made for you (he wasn’t always the most affectionate boyfriend, and him taking the time to actually make sandwiches and stuffs just for you...Well it was something), able to hear each beating thanks to his enhanced senses.

The brush of your fingers on his arms and cheeks. Your kisses. The way you hold him. The conversations about anything and everything you had (movies, books, Japanese poetry, politics, your friends, who was the most annoying Avengers etc etc...anything and everything).

An afternoon spends enjoying to the fullest each other’s presence.

He knew already at that time, that he shouldn’t do that. That he shouldn’t give you too much hope. By that time, he was already hopelessly in love with you, but he also knew he couldn’t stay...because with him around, you’d never be safe. And yet, he still took you to the Canadian Rockies, to one of his favorite place in the World. He “cooked” you a picnic. He settled a very romantic campsite...He just couldn’t resist.

The night arrived faster than he’d like, as the quicker time was passing, the quicker you two would have to go back to your obligations at the school...But everything was made better when, under a clear sky full of stars, he made love to you.

-We’re suppose to -aah yes- be stargazing...

You say, breathless, straddling him, moving up and down as he thrusts into you slowly, but vigorously. Each time your hips meet, both of you let out a small sound of contentment.

He’s sitting on the ground, holding on to you, your legs on each side of his waist, forehead against forehead, breath mixing with breath.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck tightly, his hands hold your waist firmly, helping you rising up to slide back down on his length.

It was sweet and slow, loving and tender, and oh, oh so good.

He peppers your jaw and all the way down your neck with small open mouthed kisses and answers you :

-I am -mmm- stargazing.

He says with a smirk as you try to suppress a moan because he just hit a particularly good spot.

You scoff at him comparing you to this wonderful stars filled sky, but can’t protest as he lays you on your back, making sure you’re comfortably settled on the blanket he threw earlier on the ground (damn comfy and thick blanket), and starts to thrust expertly inside you, hitting the perfect place each time, and making you cry out in pleasure.

He makes a small and desperate sound as he moves above you and, as breathless as you, can only whisper :

-You’re squeezin’ me darlin’.

-I’m sorry I-aaaah right there- can’t...can’t...I’m so close.

And on that note, your entire body shivers, shakes under the force of your orgasm and you clutch around him with such force, that he quickly follows after you, his release flowing deep inside you.

There’s a few minutes that passes, with him above you, holding himself as best he can on his elbows so that he doesn’t crush you, with you still wrapped around him, breath and heart calming down slowly...The kisses and love bites he leaves all over your neck and collarbone kinda driving you wild still.

There’s a few minutes that passes until he rolls off of you, and reach for a cloth to clean you up, and then himself, bringing you tight against his chest.

You shiver slightly, and this time, it’s not because of an orgasm but because you’re cold. He pulls away from you, ignoring your whine at the loss of his warmth, and gives your clothes back to you so that you can be warmer, putting his own clothes back on, and throw his heavy and comfy leather jacket over your shoulders.

The way he looks at you makes you almost uncomfortable, and you blush slightly. With a genuine smile, which is rare on his face, he says :

-You’re just so damn beautiful sweetheart.

You don’t say anything, just wink at him, signifying that he isn’t bad himself, and he chuckles lowly, of that small laugh you love so much.

Curiosity hits you as he reaches inside his bag, but you don’t have time to ask anything as he pulls out a camera from it. At your raised eyebrows, he explains :

-I want to remember that moment. Now smile for me hun.

You can’t help but smile. A bright and genuine smile. Because he’s so cute and cheesy, a side only you can see, and you love him.

You love him ? Yes. Yes you do. And you have to tell him.

-Logan.

-Mm ?

He’s crawling back to you, but you words stop him :

-I love you.

For a few seconds, you’re afraid he won’t say it back, he’ll just start running away, and after a few long and agonizing minutes, he smiles some more and says :

-I love you too (Y/N). More than you can imagine.

And that night turns truly perfect, as you profess your love for each other for the first time, and lay on the blanket, looking up at a magnificent clear sky full of stars...

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This memory is still on his mind when he realizes he’s driving in a direction he knows by heart. He’s far from it, being in his natal Canada, in the region of Alberta...but he knows the way like the back of his hand. He knows where he’s going, automatically, but he doesn’t know if he should.

He parks on the side of the road, his mind racing. His heart too.

The memory of that perfect stargazing night, where you both said “I love you” for the first time, is plaguing his thoughts. And the more he was thinking about you, the more he realized how stupid he was.

His fingers reach in his pockets, and grab that picture he loves so much.

He sighs...What has he done ? Why did he leave ? As he stares some more at your smiling face on the photograph, he reminisces the night he left, without even a word or a goodbye.

************

Drunk. Oh God you were so drunk.

It was Kurt’s idea to go out that night, after you guys came back from a difficult mission. “You guys”. Ororo, Kurt, Logan and you. The dream team.

You were all so close that of course, you often went on missions together, having the best plan of attack and tactics ever.

Kurt and Ororo were your best friends, and Logan and you were in love (he loved you way more than you thought, considering you the love of his life, his feelings for you surpassing any feelings he ever had for any women during his long life...But of course, he would never admit it. Saying “I love you” was already hard enough).

And so here you were, drunk out of your mind, taking support on Logan’s as he was walking you back to the school. Kurt and Ororo decided to stay some more. They were way less drunk than you, and the bar owner started to put some music own, and they were having too much fun dancing to leave now. But you ?

Oh you were too drunk. You rarely drunk, so a few drinks and...you were gone.

With a small smile on his face, Logan was holding on to you as he was bringing you home when...A familiar smell surrounded the two of you.

Sabertooth.

The fight was violent. And Victor Creed almost won. He was very, very close to get you. But the smell of your blood drove Wolverine crazy.

Balancing between life and death, you barely remembered being held bridal style against him, as he ran back to the school. You were out before reaching the infirmary, though you heard Logan’s frantic cries of help, him repeating he loves you, and a few more shouts from unknown voices...

He was gone before you woke up. Sabertooth had slashed your chest, and you almost died. He had to leave. He was a living death and misery magnet. He couldn’t stay with you, it was too dangerous. And he couldn’t loose you, he couldn’t be the reason you died...So he left. Like a coward.

He was gone before you woke up, and never looked back.

At least until now.

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He doesn’t know if it’s a good idea or not, but he does it anyway. He drives back to the Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. He finds himself in front of the gate, slowly driving down the driveway, avoiding kids that are just everywhere. Seems like since he left, almost a year ago, more and more children arrived at the school. That was a good thing.

The first person he meets is Ororo, who jumps in his arms and squeeze him against her. Then comes Kurt, Kitty, Rogue, Colossus, Professor Xavier, Hell even Scott and Emma were glad to see him !

After all, it had been a long time. He was gone longer than he ever been.

And he felt so happy, being back. Happier than he had been in those past few years...Everyone smiled at him, and it felt good. It felt like home. Or, almost. Because a crucial part of his home seemed to be missing. With a slight worry, he asks about you. Where are you ? What are you doing ? And the answer Ororo gives him chills his bones :

-Oh Logan...I’m sorry but...

His heart tightens. Was she dead ? No, she couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t ! He left to make sure she’d be safe ! ...But of course, this was stupid. She was an X-Man, she could never be really safe...What if he could have saved her ?! And she dies because he left ?!

-(Y/N) left long ago.

-Wh...What ?

-She left. She said there was too many memories here, and decided to go on her way. Last time we received news was almost a month ago, she was somewhere in Europe I believe. She didn't really say where...

-Was she...Was she alright ?

-It seemed like it yes.

-Good...

He doesn’t say anything for a while, and everyone just look at him awkwardly...until Kurt breaks the silence :

-Are you serious right now Logan ? What are you doing ? You clearly came back for her, not us ! Go after her for God’s sake !

Oh, if Kurt used “God’s” name, it meant he was meaning business. And he was. They all were. Besides, it was kinda true, Logan mostly came back for you...To find you again...To apologies...

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Logan wasn’t much a believer in Destiny...But when you gave the X-men a call literally thirty seconds after Kurt’s rant, he had to admit that it was one hell of a coincidence. He had to admit that maybe fate was a thing.

You told them your location when they asked you, without thinking that maybe they were tricking you into saying where you were for Logan. After all, you didn’t hear from him since such a long time...

An hour later, Logan was in the first plane to join you.

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Your smell is overwhelming him. And he realizes he missed it so damn much.

He missed you so damn much.

He knocks on the door of the small apartment you were renting without even thinking about what to say, and it’s only when you open said door and your eyes widen in surprise that he realizes what he’s doing.

He doesn’t have time to say anything, as your surprise rapidly turn into anger, and you hit him in the face with all your might...you’re pretty sure you just broke your hand on his adamantium laced jaw.

You make a face full of pain but do not utter a sound, and push him away as he tries to reach for you to see if you’re ok.

-What do you want ? What are you doing here ?

You say. And the resentment and anger in your voice make him flinch.

But of course, he deserves it. He deserves it all. He left without a words, right after you got badly injured...

Clearly, you await a response, and, with a deep breath, he launches himself into one :

-I found this photo of you in an old jacket, and it reminds me of what I lost, and I came back here to find it.

You laugh, of a joyless laugh, almost a cruel one, and say :

-You came back to find it ? And you think it’s going to be that easy ?

-No...No I don’t. You have every reason to hate me. To...To punch me, though I wouldn’t recommend that anymore, my metal bones are a bit hard. You have every right to not even listen to me but...If you let me explain, or try to explain, I...I...I don’t know what’ll happen. I just want to give you an explanation.

Holding your injured hand with your other, you look intensely at him and...to his great relief, nod. Ok. You were letting him talk.

-I’m stupid.

You nod once more. And he can’t help the small smile on his face. His heart beat with hope as he sees you trying not to let the corner of your mouth curl up too. And he continues :

-I’m an idiot with self-destructive tendencies. But I have my reasons. Every time, every single fucking time, I had happy times...it was taken away from me. I lost so many people I loved. Wives, children, friends...And I just couldn’t bear the thought of loosing you, too. Because I love you more than I ever loved anyone. I truly do. More than Mariko, Rose, Silver Fox, Jean...Way more. Sometimes I feel guilty because of this, but then I think of you, and I can’t regret loving you more than all of them together. You...You are my clear sky full of stars. I left because I thought you’d be safer without me. And you probably will be but...I cannot live without you. Those past two years, I...I survived. Not feeling anything. Apathetic. Because I, in a way, lost you. I thought it would be better like that but it isn’t. And i’ve been reminded of that a few weeks ago, by a picture of you I found in an old jacket I haven't worn in a long time...I love you (Y/N), and no words could tell you how sorry I am I left. Here. I said everything.

You stare at him for a moment, and he can see a wide array of emotions going through your eyes. He can’t read them all, but he’s sure you feel pain, hurt, relief, love, that you hesitate to forgive him...and so he stays there. Not saying a word. Waiting for your next move.

But you don’t have time to talk, as a child’s cry resonate in your apartment.

Logan freezes. A kid. You had a kid ?

You make a gesture signifying to him to wait here, and leave his field of vision. And you come back with...yes. A little boy. No more than two years old. Long jet black hair, and bright blue eyes. He has your small nose, but that’s it. He probably looks a lot like his father...Logan’s heart tightens. So, you moved on.

The boy looks up at him with big blue eyes, and it seems he also inherited your happy side as he gives Logan a huge and a bit mischievous smile.

The mighty Wolverine takes a few steps back, and you look at him curiously. The way his face drops, the way he seems about to fall to his knees, and the pain painting itself across his features...It breaks your heart. And you understand what he must think. With a small and shy smile, you catch his attention back to you when you say :

-Logan, meet (your favorite boy’s name). ...He’s yours.

That’s when he drops to his knees. He kinda guessed that he was, but the fear that you moved on was too high until you just confirmed it that...yes, it’s his. His son. Which is why he has the same thick black hair, and blue eyes...Even his face, but his nose, it like a very much younger version of him.

You approach him and sit on the floor, your boy in your arm...You don’t stop your son when he goes to his father (not even knowing it’s his dad), and grabs his face clumsily.

Logan can't seem to tear his gaze away from the boy. He lays a loving hand on his son’s smaller one, and the kid, for reasons the Wolverine doesn’t understands, giggle loudly.

Oh and it’s the sweetest sound he ever heard. And when the little one catches his shoulder and tries to climb on him, Logan can feel his heart melting.

-Mine ?

He asks. And you nod, still not able to say anything.

-But..But the guys didn’t tell me anything...they would have...

-I left before telling them I was pregnant. I didn’t want their pity. You know how they can be...I didn’t want anyone to see the state I was in when you left either. Because you know what you big idiot ? I can’t live without you either. And it’s only thanks to (your son’s name) that I survived that long. He brings me the joy you stole from me, and it’s impossible to be sad when he smiles at you...

Logan catches his son in extremis as the boy managed to climb on his shoulder, and was slowly falling off of it. (Your son’s name) falls in his father’s arms, and smiles brightly at him, giggling a bit more, and trying to grab his own feet. Oh yes. It was impossible to resist this smile.

You’re all still on the floor, and you reach for Logan’s face, stroking his cheek shyly. You add :

-Now...It might takes a bit of time for me to forgive you but...I understand. It really did hurt like Hell, but I understand why you left. And I love you too. I will forgive you. I will. I’ve been waiting for you to come back, and bring me home to the school...I couldn’t stay there without you and...Logan...

He catches you in his arms too, as you collapse, and let yourself cry on his chest. Your son is trapped between the two of you, and obviously, seeing his mother cry distresses him as he keeps repeating “no mama, happy” and caressing your face. Oh that little boy...

Logan holds on to you, like your his safe boat. And in a way, you are. He wasn't lying, he really couldn’t live without you.

-I love you (Y/N). I’m so so sorry...

-I love you too. It’s ok...but you are really stupid.

He chuckles, and brings you closer.

Between you two, your son protest weakly as you two squeeze him, but he’s feeling much better soon as the two of you bring him in for a hug. Hugs were his favorite thing ! And when he says “’ove you ‘ove you !” (Love you), Logan is pretty sure he just turned into a puddle.

************

When you arrived back to the school, the three of you together, it was a great shock for everyone.

Not that Logan and you were back together, oh no, that, everyone knew it would happen eventually, as it was no secrets that you were deeply in love with each other. No. The small bundle of joy that was on his father’s shoulders was what sprout such surprise...

Oh you had a lot of explaining to do.

************

Logan never ever left again. It had already been the hardest decision in his life to leave you, and he had to force himself to be able to tear himself away from your hospital bed, leaving his heart and all feelings behind...He just couldn’t leave you and his son now. It was impossible.

And for the first time in his long life, Logan truly believed that he had a chance at being happy, at having his own family. Of course, he was scared, because each time he thought something similar, life tore away his loved ones from him but...This time, it was different. He couldn’t live without you and his son. You were capable of defending yourself. Hell, even his boy quickly developed a powerful mutation (which later would be both a blessing and a curse...but hey, at least, Sabertooth would always remember the day he decided to come after his arch-enemy’s son, and said boy fried his ass easily).

Yes. This time, it was it.

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I feel like I don’t know how to write for Wolverine anymore...Erf. I hope you liked it, and that it was alright Once more, I’m afraid I rushed the action at the end ? and blahblahblah *trying really hard to not be full of self-doubts*.

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sharigone · 7 years

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Summary: “ Her endless pools reflected the moon in the most wonderful way. In some weird way, I felt connected to Hinata and almost protective over her. I wanted things to go her way and I’d do my hardest to help.” College AU. Rated T, might be changed to M later.

Pairing: NaruHina

Bleachers Chapter Three: Let it Begin

Hinata is the most prompt person I know. Which kinda made me feel guilty when the guys and I showed up fifteen minutes late, but she had Sakura and Ino with her so she wasn’t all alone. I don’t know what it is about girls and dressing all up whenever they went to a bar, it was awfully distracting. Hinata didn’t show off though and is modest when it comes to the things she wears. She dressed for comfort and to accommodate the cool autumn weather while most of the women showed mostly their skin.

“You guys managed to get Hinata out of her dorm room for once?” Kiba asked.

“Shocker right? Hinata, here says she was invited out and we weren’t just gonna let this sweet thing out all by herself!” Ino wrapped her arm around Hinata protectively, “Besides, I wanna know who’s the perp that distracted her from her usual routine.”

“I’m the perp.” I said sheepishly.

“Hinata, you didn’t tell us it was Naruto that invited you to the bar.” Sakura smirked at Hinata, causing her to start fidgeting.

“Relax, Hinata needs a break anyways.” I stuffed my hands in my pockets, “Besides, we’re gonna be pretty busy juggling schoolwork and the play.”

“A play too? I didn’t know you were into drama, Hinata.” Ino looked at Hinata questioningly.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Kiba stood in the middle, “You guys are joining the play. A play!”

Oh, God. I screwed myself this time.

“Yes, they have auditions tomorrow. They’re going for the starring roles.” Sai kindly informed him.

“Uh huh, interesting.” Kiba smirked mischievously, “And may I ask what type of play our dear friends are trying out for?”

“It’s the modern take of a Greek play on Odysseus and Penelope. It’s quite romantic actually.” Sai said light heartedly.

Here it goes. Looks like I’ll need a double shot to start this night.

“O, ROMEO! WHERE ART THOU!”

“For the love of all things good!” I stomped my feet in protest, “Hey! Bartender give me a double shot of the best whiskey you’ve got, it’s gonna be a long night.”

The bartender got shots ready for everyone and we all raised our small glasses up to do a toast. The drinks rolled in and I did a good job of not getting wasted but I couldn’t say the same for Kiba and surprisingly Sasuke. It was actually super funny seeing a belligerent Sasuke letting Sakura dance all over him in the middle of the small dancefloor. It’s extremely not like him, he likes keeping their romance all hush hush, but nobody could deny how much they are into each other.

I noticed Hinata distancing herself a little bit, sipping on what I assumed was a fruity drink so I decided to sit down next to her to give her company.

“Hey.” she brought the bright colored drink to her lips.

“Not into the huge crowd thing, are you.” I folded my arms on the bar.

“I’m getting used to it.” she shrugged a little, throwing me a glance, “You know what I’m gonna do from here on out?”

“What?” I asked curiously.

“I’m gonna ask myself, ‘What would Penelope do?’ and do it.” she downed the rest of her drink, clearly the alcohol was having some sort of affect on her, “A lot of great actors do this to get in sync with the characters they're portraying.”

“And what would Penelope do?”

“She’d take Odysseus out on that dancefloor and dance the night away.” She sat the empty glass on the bar and hopped off the barstool, “Are you coming or not?”

Some part of me liked this more assertive version of Hinata. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t remember any of this but my memory wouldn’t let this fade for a very long time. I followed her into the middle of the dance floor, and we definitely earned a few gazes from our friends. A new song played now and I couldn’t tell what it was but the beat was thumping and bodies were swaying. Logic was out the window at this point, Hinata and I just let the music flow through us. We inched nearer and nearer to each other in our slow movements, paying attention to each other but paying attention to nothing at all. It was nothing like I’ve ever felt before and the alcohol in both our bodies definitely played a part.

“Y’know what else Penelope would do?” she looked up at me with hooded eyes.

“Hm, what would she do.”

“This.” her hands held the sides of my face, pulling it to near her own.

I swallowed hard and neared her wanting lips with my own but the only thing I could pay attention to was the smell of alcohol emitting from the both of us. I quickly snapped out of it and pulled away before our lips met. I held her hands in my own and shook my self. Oh how bad I wanted to kiss her at that moment but I couldn’t. Not like this, both of us drunk in the middle of a sweaty dance floor. I couldn’t let her first kiss be like that, without any meaning.

“What’s wrong?” she swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry, Hinata. We can’t do this. Not like this.”

“I-I just thought.” she looked all around her anxiously, clearing her throat, “Nevermind, forget it.”

She dropped my hands and pushed her way out the bar. I couldn’t let her go like this so I followed her outside. When she noticed that I was following her she started running, breaking her high heeled shoe in the process but she tried her damned hardest before she got tired and hunched over the side of an alley to spill her guts. Just how much did she drink tonight? I held her hair as she finished and she wiped her mouth with her sleeve and started tearing up.

“Stupid, stupid stupid!” she cursed herself, smudging mascara all over her face and kicking off her broken heels.

Well that’s one way to sober me up.

“Hey, that’s enough.” I scolded her, “I don’t wanna hear that from you.”

Her bottom lip quivered as she started crying again. Something I just recently learned about myself is that I hate seeing Hinata cry under any circumstances.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I lifted her up and carried her all the way back in her dorm room.

I made sure to not jostle her so much since I didn’t plan on getting vomit all over me. She looked at me ever so often but remained quiet and in her thoughts. I hope she was feeling rejected but I didn’t see a point in talking about what that was when she clearly wasn’t in her right mind. I mean why would she want to kiss me of all people. I’m just the guy who pestered her into auditioning for some play she had no interest in to begin with and forced her out of her comfortable box. She didn’t ask for any of this, and she definitely didn’t ask for the unfaltering Naruto Uzumaki. Someone like Hinata didn’t need someone like me bothering her and it sorta hurt to know that someone like me needed someone like Hinata.

I pushed my insecurities aside just to make sure that she would be okay tonight. I dug her key out from her pocket when I set her down beside me and unlocked her door room. Once I set the key on her desk, I walked her into her shared bathroom and turned the shower on cold before I put her inside of it with her clothes on.

She shrieked and groaned at the cold needles pricking her skin. I felt a little bad but this is how I cure myself of a hangover before morning hits. While I let the water do its work, I searched for her pajamas and aspirin. Luckily, Hinata is more organized than the guys and I found everything I needed quickly. I set the aspirin and the bottled water on her night stand and placed her pajamas on the bathroom counter before I sat down on her swivel chair and waited for her. After ten minutes, I heard her turn the water off and she was out within another ten minutes, gargling her mouthwash.

When she noticed I was still there she got startled and quickly ran back into the bathroom to spit out her mouthwash. I just sat there waiting for her to get comfortable. She sighed and sat down on her bed, fidgeting with the sleeves of her night dress, seemingly not knowing what to say. That definitely sobered her up.

I broke the ice and handed her the bottled water and aspirin, “This will help you not get a headache tomorrow.”

“Thanks.” she took the medicine and downed the entire bottle of water, “... I’m sorry, Naruto.”

“There is nothing to be sorry for.” I sat down beside her, “I just couldn’t do that to you.”

“I’ve never had that much alcohol in my system at once.” she admitted, “I just thought… It would help me be more brave.”

“Don’t worry about it. Water under the bridge.” I smiled hopefully.

She looked over me and returned my smile with a small one, “I dunno, it’s just part of me felt like..”

“Like what?”

“Like maybe I could actually be Penelope. Not be stuck with this shyness and quietness, be wanted.”

She didn’t have the slightest idea about how wanted she is.

“Well Penelope is cool and all but I like people like you, Hinata.” I poked her with my elbow gently.

Her familiar pink tint spread across her cheeks as she reached her hand across mine and intertwined her pinky with mine. No words were spoken and I felt at ease about that.

“Although we’re miles and miles and worlds away, there is one single thing, not visible to the naked eye, that keeps my heart strong and my mind grounded. Not even Zeus himself could sever it.” she recited one of the lines of Penelope.

“Anchored by the thought of coming home to see you again, no witch and no warlock could give me a better gift than the one I already have… Uh I don’t remember the rest of the line.” I said sheepishly.

Hinata’s pinky squeezed mine reassuringly before she let go, “Don’t worry, I don’t have it all memorized either.”

I stood up and stretched out my muscles, “I better head out, I don’t wanna disturb your sleep since you’ve got class all early. See you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” she stood up to lead me out of her room, “Goodnight, Naruto.”

“Don’t let the bedbugs bite.” that earned me her smile before she closed the door behind her.

It’s probably weird for me to say this but, it’s like little pieces of myself are left with Hinata and eventually it would all belong just to her. Trying to fight against wanting her was torture. I couldn’t possibly amount to anything worthy of her but at the same time that stubbornness inside of me wanted to give it all I’ve got.

I’m an idiot but even I know what this strange attachment I have for Hinata is, but I’m not ready to admit it to myself.

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Half a noodle - the teaspoon girl pt 4

A witch turns Y/N into a teaspoon sized woman, and Sam and Dean has to make sure she doesn’t get squashed – and find a cure.

Word count: 3453

Have another part – this one is a bit longer than the others. Hopefully part five isn’t too far away (I’m sorry – I’m a slow writer).

Also, thanks for the idea, @mrswhozeewhatsis :D Not quite what you had in mind, perhaps, but...

Please let me know what you think – and remember that I’m not English. Also let me know if you want on – or off – my tag list.

From part three:

“Fuckin’ Barbie,” she muttered, but she picked up a few garments anyway. Her old clothes were so dirty she couldn’t wear them anymore – the stench was becoming unbearable.

“Turn around,” she instructed, waving her arms in Sam’s direction. He chuckled, but did as she asked. After pulling her filthy shirt over her head, she retched again and trembled violently. “Ugh, I smell like The Bog of Eternal Stench! Oh my god, what’s this? Seriously, Sam?” She’d picked up a sweater with a white and purple unicorn printed on the front.

“Sorry. As I said, limited choice. Wasn’t exactly a huge store. But the lady behind the counter was certain that ‘my daughter would be delighted’,” he replied, fighting to keep his voice straight.

When Y/N didn’t say anything else, he took the chance on turning around again. She’d donned the unicorn sweater, and was admiring herself in the reflection on his phone. If he ignored the matted hair and grimy clumps of whatever on her face, she looked adorable.

“There was more in the bag too,” he said, clearing his throat and swallowing the snort that was building in his chest. Lifting up the heap of clothes, he revealed a small pile of plastic that scattered over the table: a small glass, a set of cutlery, and an ornate hairbrush.

Dean howled with laughter, no longer able to keep it in.

Ignoring him, Y/N examined the items. Sure, they were plastic, but at least she didn’t have to drink out of her hands.

“I’ve got one last surprise,” Sam said, pulling a small packet out of his pocket. “I figured you didn’t want to go around unarmed, so I got this made for you.”

Y/N tore off the paper to reveal a sword fashioned from what looked like a needle.

“It’s silver. Probably won’t do much damage, but -”

“It’s perfect. Thank you!” Y/N hugged him around the wrist.

“I was thinking,” Dean said with a weird expression after he’d calmed down enough o speak.

“Never a good thing,” Sam muttered just loud enough for Y/N to hear, and she burst out giggling.

Dean shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. This,” he held up a small box, “is probably big enough for you to sleep in. Just tuck in a bit of… I don’t know, a wash cloth or something to make a mattress.”

“That’s… actually not a bad idea,” Y/N replied. She recognised it as the gift box she’d used to wrap the book she’d given Sam for his birthday, and a small part of her was ecstatic to sleep in something belonging to him. Another part flailed a bit when she realised he’d kept the box.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed with an awkward cough. “Just gotta empty out all the shit I keep in it.” He grabbed the box and practically leapt over to his bag and turned it upside down.

Dean being Dean snickered and stretched his neck to see, but Sam shielded the contents with his body.

“Ooh… What’cha keepin’ in there, Sammy?” Dean sang.

“Just… stuff,” Sam said, trying to keep his cool, but he felt heat creeping across his face. He had filled the box with small trinkets and mementos; a pressed flower and a crumpled paper with addresses to interesting shops, the polaroid that he’d taken of Y/N that sunny day in the park, a couple of ticket stubs from the case with the theatre – she’d been so excited to finally see Shakespeare on stage, even if that particular stage had turned out to be haunted, the sea shell that glinted when he turned it against the light – he had plans for that sea shell, and Dean was not going to spoil them, and finally: the friendship bracelets Y/N had braided when she was sick and stuck in the motel while Sam and Dean finished the job. They were just made for fun, and he suspected she’d wanted to throw them away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Let me see,” Dean continued, but Sam zipped up the bag too fast.

“No.” He took a deep breath before turning back around. “Here, you can use this as a blanket if you want.” He dropped a piece of patterned fabric on the table.

It was a silk handkerchief he’d used once, when they had had to pose as snotty, rich people for a case.

Blinking a couple of times, Y/N smiled up at him. “Thank you. I’m sure it’ll be great.” She picked it up and rubbed her face on it. It was so soft, and still smelled faintly of that cologne Sam used when they had to dress up. Yeah, it would work fine, though when she thought about it, she realised that she might not get much sleep after all.

“Gonna put the box, sorry, bed on the bedside table for you,” Dean said. “So you feel safer at night.”

Not quite knowing how to respond, Y/N put up and exaggerated look of awe. “So you do know how to be sweet?”

Dean scoffed. “Sometimes. When the situation calls for it. Shut up.” He pretended to be annoyed, but the smile never left his face, and it warmed Y/N’s heart.

“Right, now that that’s done,” Sam interrupted, “maybe you want to… uh, take a bath? I mean, you do kinda stink. Bad!”

“Thought you’d never bring it up,” Dean laughed, pinching his nose and scrunching his face up.

Ignoring Dean again, Y/N lit up. “Yes! But… how? I’m too small to use the shower.”

Sam winked and shuffled over to the small kitchenette corner. “Don’t worry. I had an idea while driving back from the shop.” Grabbing a soup bowl and a handful of matchboxes, he returned to pick up Y/N, who willingly let him carry her to the bathroom.

There he set up a makeshift tub for her, filling the bowl with hot water before adding a couple of drops of shower gel, stirring it with his finger to make bubbles. Then he stuck the matchboxes together like a ladder. To top it off, he cut up a clean washcloth to make a towel. “Voila.”

“Awesome. Thanks, Sam.”

“No problem. Just holler if you need anything.” He smiled and left her alone, but he also left the door slightly ajar so he could hear her.

Just after she’d lowered herself into the water, Dean poked his head through the door. “I’m gonna get dinner. What’cha want?”

“Where you goin’? The diner up at the – ? OK, I’ll have a cheeseburger,” Y/N replied with a thoughtful look when Dean nodded.

“Yeah, me too.” Sam’s voice was muted through the wall.

Y/N grinned. “And beer!” she added enthusiastically.

Sam appeared behind his brother. “Um, I think…” he began, “when you’re so little… You’ll get alcohol poisoning.”

Pouting, she slid down in the water, crossing her arms over her chest. “Fine. Bring me a coke.” When Dean was out of the door, she muttered: “Can’t wait to be big again.”

Sam gave her a smile filled with sympathy. “I’m sure we’ll get you back in no time. With Dean’s creativity and my research, combined with your intelligence, you’ll get back to your beer before you know it.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” With that he left her alone again.

It would be impossible to keep eye contact after this. Y/N swore to herself and tried again just for good measure. No chance. The wall was too steep, too smooth to scale. She had no other options.

“Sam!” she called as loudly as she could. “A little help, please?”

It didn’t take long for the bathroom door to open fully and Sam’s hairy head to poke through. When he couldn’t see her, he stepped all the way into the room. “Y/N?”

“Down here,” she replied, trying hard to restrain the burning embarrassment. Sam had seen her naked before, she told herself, well, parts of her anyway. In life or death situations. Never like this. Okay, so maybe the embarrassment wasn’t totally uncalled for.

Sam bent over the sink, but quickly drew back when he realised she had no clothes on. Not sure what to do, he tossed her a piece of the cut washcloth. “What happened?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.

“The bowl slid into the sink.” That was obvious, wasn’t it? Wrapping the cloth around herself and hoisting it like it was a glamorous dress, she made a tiny noise to let him know she was decent. “Help, I’ve fallen and can’t get up?” It was a lame joke for sure, but anything to relieve some of the heavy tension that suddenly filled the room.

“Good one,” Sam chuckled and held out his hand. When he closed it around her, she couldn’t help herself: it was so warm and gentle, the sweet smell so uniquely Sam, that she leaned in, and rubbed her forehead against his hand like a kitten.

He put her down on the edge of the sink, and turned around so she could get dressed, then carried her back into the room, leaving her on the table while he took a shower too.

“AAAH! Shit! Go away! Shitshitshitshit!!!”

Y/N’s frantic voice startled Sam and he skidded out of the bathroom to see what was wrong. Imagining all the horrible things that could go wrong, he almost sprinted over to the small table, clutching a towel around his waist and soapy hair flopping in every direction, ready to rescue Y/N from danger, only to find her standing over a dark lump with hairy legs that now curled inwards on the dead body. Her needle-sword had pierced right through the lump.

“Spider,” she said with a shrug, not taking her eyes from her slain foe. “Never thought much about them before, but now…” She shuddered and pulled her sword from the creature. The spider’s legs twitched, but fortunately it remained dead.

Sam let out a sigh of relief, happy that there was no real danger, making Y/N look up. She squeaked and turned bright red, before looking away very pointedly. “Y-you go back and, uh, finish your shower. I’ll just… stay here and…” Her voice dwindled into an incoherent mumble, and she refused to look up until she heard the bathroom door close again.

Shortly after, he came back, this time fully dressed, wet hair clinging to his cheekbones. His stomach growled and Y/N’s answered in kind, and they grinned at each other when the roar from the Impala’s engine filled the room.

The door slammed when Dean kicked it closed, his hands full of food. “Sorry, no burger. Italian night at the diner tonight.”

Y/N clapped her hands and squealed. “Pasta! My favourite!”

“Only the best for our little doll princess,” Dean said, nodding to the bright pink sweater she wore. It was adorned with a glittering crown over her chest.

Y/N was too busy sniffing the food to reply, but soon her face fell. “You only bought two…”

Dean laughed. “Yeah, I figured you only eat like half a noodle anyway, so…” He cut off a piece of one of the plastic lids and rounded it a bit. Then, after emptying the contents of the boxes onto plates, he turned one of them upside down and put Y/N’s new plate on it.

She sat down on an upturned spoon, and watched as he meticulously cut a spaghetti noodle into pieces and added a drop of meat sauce.

The food was delicious, but it felt like an oddly insufficient meal. She wanted more, but was full after just one small noodle.

After dinner, Dean went out, claiming he was going to check out the local library, and Sam brought out his laptop. Y/N perched in Sam’s pocket, hoping she could at least contribute a little. Maybe pick up some small detail he missed, or just provide some company.

Not even thirty minutes later, Dean came back, hauling himself through the door, looking dispirited and more than a little irritated. “This damn tiny town doesn’t even have a library,” he answered to Sam’s unspoken question. “Or a bar… This place sucks. Gimme a beer. ”

The next morning was a slow one. The research had brought nothing, and the sun burning through the window made them all drowsy. By midday even Sam had stopped looking for a cure, and started mindlessly scrolling through the internet instead.

Suddenly, he grinned and stretched his back. “Dean!” Sam lifted his laptop and waved it around while he spoke.

Peeking around the door, Dean grinned with his toothbrush still in his mouth. “Yo!”

“Found us a new case,” Sam began, showing the screen to his brother and Y/N. “At least I think it’s our kinda weird. By the sound of it, I’m thinking poltergeists. It’s not too far away – AND they have a public library. Looks like it’s not too small either. Whaddaya say, huh?”

Y/N stretched and rolled her shoulders, trying to pull the itch out of her skin. The doll clothes weren’t nearly as comfortable as her own. “I’m game. Anything’s better than sitting cooped up in here. We might as well do something useful while we search for a cure.” She gestured to herself and didn’t mention that the thought of riding in Sam’s pocket again went straight to her gut and made her feel intoxicated.

Sam nodded in agreement, making no show of his excitement over being so close to Y/N again, even though she was still small enough to fit snugly in the palm of his hand.

“Alright. You two finish packing, I’ll bring up the car,” Dean said, wiping his face with a towel. He snatched the car keys from the table and almost skipped out the door.

“Hey!” Sam yelled after him, “I’m not doing all the work – you’re a slob on the road, Dean, I’m not packing your gross shit all alone – no offence, Y/N,” he added after a small pause.

“None taken,” she replied, but the heavy stone that settled in her stomach said otherwise. Or, she thought to herself as she collected her own, tiny belongings and threw them on her bed-box, it was more of a pebble really.

“Y/N? You okay?” Dean asked when he got back and found her fiddling the velcro on the Barbie duffle bag.

“Mhm…” she hummed, summoning her best neutral face. “Just eager to get on the road and leave this godforsaken town behind.” She handed him the bag and muttered under her breath: “Fucking witches.”

If Dean heard it, he didn’t comment on it.

Half an hour later they were cruising down the highway. Dean was – as always – happy to be on the road in his beloved car again: humming to the music and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

Sam dozed with his head against the cool window, smiling in his sleep from the warm bundle lying comfortably in his front pocket.

And Y/N, well, she was drunk on Sam’s scent, and had to concentrate hard not to grab him too much through the thin fabric.

“Ugh! It’s hot in here.” Y/N had all reason to complain: the sun was frying through the open window, and the breeze didn’t reach Sam’s pocket at all. She popped her head over the edge and glared at Dean who resembled a laughing Bond villain.

“Sorry,” Sam said and held out his hand for her to climb into. “There’s no air condition in my shirt, unfortunately.” He kept her in his hands for a while, absentmindedly stroking his thumb over her back and constantly checking if she was okay.

Dean slowed down the car. Not by much, but enough that Sam noticed. “What’s wrong?”

“Not sure which exit…” He squinted out over the landscape: everything looked identical for miles, just huge fields of corn and wheat, sometimes interrupted by narrow side roads.

“Hang on, let me get Google maps,” Sam replied and dropped Y/N on his shoulder before fishing the phone out of his jeans. “Um… looks like you take the next left turn …”

Y/N didn’t hear the rest of the conversation: she was surrounded by Sam’s glorious mane, and was having a moment. Several, actually, and looking back she imagined she probably looked like a cat that was too stoned on catnip to move.

When Sam finally moved to lift her down again, she swatted his hand away. “I can see EVERYTHING!” she marvelled, trying to take in every sight at once. From his shoulder she could see the road ahead and the fields outside, and the sky and the clouds and the sun and the birds playing on the air. Even the roadkill.

Using a handful of soft hair as support, she sat down and dangled her legs over the edge. “Holy shit!” Her awe made them chuckle.

“You… um, you wanna stay up there?” Sam turned his face to get a look at her.

“Please,” she nodded back. “If it’s not too annoying.”

“Not at all. Just let me know when you want down.”

With her whispered okay, Dean stole a sideways glance of the two of them. He said nothing, but his previous mischievous expression softened into a gentle smile.

Y/N nearly toppled backwards as her eyes slid shut, but thanks to Sam’s reflexes, she was caught and placed gently back into his pocket. Cuddling against his chest, clutching the shirt fabric in her arms, she soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

The sun had already set, leaving the indigo sky littered with tiny, twinkling stars. The air was cool and silent, and nothing could be heard except the steady rumble from the Impala.

“You should get some rest,” Dean murmured, almost not wanting to disturb the peaceful night. “I’m good to drive for a while yet, and you need your energy if we’re gonna find a cure.” He didn’t have to elaborate, just nod at Sam’s pocket.

“Alright.” Sam yawned and leaned against the door, careful not to jostle Y/N too much. “Wake me up when it’s my time.” He gave a weak wave in the direction of the steering wheel and closed his eyes, sleeping within seconds: the warmth and weight in his pocket weirdly calming him down. It had only been a few days, but he knew he would miss having Y/N so close all the time.

Dean didn’t wake Sam until he pulled into the motel parking lot, and after a quick meal (again, fragments of food for Y/N), Sam and Dean leaned back in their seats. It was one of those evenings where time seemed to stand still, and they could forget about their lives for a moment.

Clinking their bottles together, Sam grinned. “Tomorrow’s gonna bring good news,” he said with a sigh. “I just know it.”

After watching Dean take a large gulp from his bottle, Y/N smacked her lips and shot her bottom lip out, whining as pathetically as she possibly could.

“It’s not safe,” Sam said, but there was pity in his eyes.

Dean nodded, then stopped himself. “I have an idea. Gimme the glass,” he said, taking the cap from the coke bottle and filled it with beer. Then he dipped Y/N’s minute glass into it.

“You’re an angel,” Y/N chirped, lighting up from the prospect of drinking something stronger than soda and making grabby hands at the glass. “The nice kind,” she added quickly when Dean gave her the look.

After two small glasses of beer, Y/N had almost forgotten her… challenges, laughing at all of Sam’s horrible jokes and singing along to Dean’s music that he claimed was classics.

Sam couldn’t help but laugh along, she really was a happy and adorable drunk, but he was wary of how fast the alcohol affected her. “I think you’ve had enough,” he said when Y/N had drained her third glass.

“Aw, Sammy, you’re no fun,” she muttered before suddenly getting to her feet and patting the back of his hand. Leaning on his thumb for support, she drew herself up and started climbing his hand. It was harder than she expected, with virtually nothing to hold on to, but she finally got up and wobbled over his knuckles, before sprinting over the hand and almost launching herself at his shirt.

Pulling herself up the arm by the sleeve, she giggled quietly as if she was doing something she shouldn’t, missing Sam’s look of utter incredulity.

Dean stared at Sam, and Sam stared at Dean. “Um, Y/N, sweetheart, what are you doing?” Dean asked.

Leaning back to look at him like Spiderman, she failed horribly at winking and snorted loudly. “Shhh…” she whisper-yelled. “I’m climbing Sam, can’t you see? Always wanted to – how can I not, I mean look at ‘im,” she continued, slurring slightly. “Mmm… just… muscles, y’know. And…”

She was interrupted by Sam, who surprisingly had turned the shade of a very ripe beetroot. “Y/N, you’re drunk,” he said, gently lifting her off his arm – she’d reached his elbow, and was trying to scramble over a fold in the fabric without falling down – and put her back on the table, where she promptly plopped down on her butt and groaned.

“Hey! Put me back! I’m trying to… I’m gonna… I wanna…” She grinned widely and blew him a loud kiss.

“You’re drunk,” Sam repeated.

“No, I’m not. You’re drunk. I’m… I’m –“ Shutting up abruptly, her eyes darted around frantically. “Bucket!” she mouthed, and then threw up all over herself.

Part five

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