#and reached ''i think i'm only going to feel relief when the shiny shows up''

[midwestmade29]

Cuffed 😏

This was a spicy request that I just couldn't turn down 😁 I hope I did it justice and turned it into something you will enjoy! This one is for you @madhatterbri 🖤

Disclaimers: Oral sex, unprotected sex, restrained with handcuffs, cursing, mention of injury. Read at your own discretion 🙃

Word count: 1,544

Divider by: Me 🙂

GIF is not mine

Side note: Yes, I know about the reports on Hangman's ankle. I'm not going to spoil anything for anyone in regards to it, but I'm aware that my story may or may not follow what's going on in the "real world." We just out here having fun 🤷🏻‍♀️🙂

You try something new to help distract your cowboy from his thoughts…

Last night, Adam had a big 6-man tag match that was pretty eventful to say the least! Everything was going well until the end, when he rolled his ankle after Samoa Joe tried to do a muscle buster on him. While you watched the events unfold on the monitor backstage, your heart almost stopped when Adam slid out of the ring and onto the floor. He was wincing in pain and urging the cameraman not to show him in his current state. The look on his face when he walked off limping and needing the assistance of Doc Sampson was very concerning! After being examined in medical, it was determined that he had a mid-grade ankle sprain and was sent home with specific instructions from Doc to ice it and stay off it as much as possible for a few days.

The next day you and Adam flew home, his ankle still sore and swollen. You did your best to ensure that he was following the doctor’s orders, but he was starting to get restless. You were sitting next to him on the couch catching up on the tv shows you missed while you were gone, when you noticed his mind was somewhere else. You scooted closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder, “Just a few more minutes with the ice, and then you need to keep it elevated. Can I get you anything?” Adam only sighed and shook his head “no,” prompting you to get to the bottom of his somber mood. “What’s wrong, baby? What’s on your mind?” “I’m just frustrated. This injury couldn’t have happened at a worse time, you know? The PPV isn’t that far away, and I can’t miss it,” he explained while running his fingers through his hair. “I just hope I’m good to go by then,” You were going to offer some words of comfort, but Adam stood up and started to walk away. “Where are you going?” your voice was laced with concern. “I know I’m supposed to sit, but I just can’t. I’m going to take a shower.”

You had high hopes that the hot water would offer Adam some relief from his thoughts, but when you walked into the bedroom you were sadly mistaken. He was leaning up against the headboard with his towel still wrapped around his waist, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. “Hey, feel any better?” you whispered in his direction. Adam tossed his phone onto the bed and sighed, “Not really. I wish there was a way I could shut my brain off,” You were walking towards him, lost in your own thoughts about how you could cheer your cowboy up when something silver and shiny caught your eye on the dresser. A mischievous smile crept across your face as you picked up 2 metal objects and tossed them on the bed in Adam’s direction. “What’s this?” he asked while reaching towards the objects. “Handcuffs? What are these even from?” Instead of taking a seat next to him on the bed, you straddled his lap, causing his towel to shift underneath you. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck and spoke softly, “Well, they were a gift for a bachelorette party I went to last week, but I forgot to put them in the gift bag. I was going to return them, but now I have a better idea,” Your words made Adam’s eyebrows raise in surprise and his lips to part in curiosity. “I see. So, what’s your idea then?” You brought your lips next to his ear and spoke low and slow, “Let me handcuff you. I’ll take care of you and help you relax. No touching, no thinking. Only feeling,”

A quick conversation and some ground rules later, Adam surprised you when he agreed to let you handcuff him! He needed the distraction from his injury, and you wanted to provide exactly that for him. “Get comfy and raise your arms,” you instructed. With 2 clicks, Adam’s hands and wrists were securely bound to the bedframe. You couldn’t help but chuckle when he tugged on the handcuffs and they rattled against the metal frame, “Are you ready, baby? Just sit back and let me give you a show," With a peck on his lips, you backed up from him and he watched your every move. You pulled your shirt up your torso and over your head before tossing it on the floor, placing your hands under the waistband of your pants and sliding them down your legs. When your breasts sprung free from your bra, you could’ve sworn you heard Adam curse under his breath! Once your panties joined the rest of your clothes on the floor, you stood at the end of the bed causing Adam to forget momentarily that he was restrained until the clank and clang reminded him. “Be good for me and I’ll let you go. If not, I guess you won’t be laying a finger on me tonight...”

You positioned yourself in between Adam’s thighs, undoing the twist he had on his towel that was keeping it securely in place. His hard length was set free when you pulled the towel away, both of you were more than ready for you to dive in. He sucked in a sharp breath when your lips made contact with his tip, planting kisses all around it. You drug your tongue up the vein, making Adam squirm and strain against the handcuffs. You took every inch of him inside your mouth and began working your magic. His pants and soft moans filled the bedroom, encouraging you to continue exactly what you were doing! “Fuck, Y/N! That pretty little mouth of yours, taking me so well! If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum down your throat!” You had no intention to stop or slow your pace, even when Adam warned you one last time. His body shuddered against you when he came, the handcuffs forcefully clashing against the headboard. He was a panting mess as he tried to catch his breath, making you smile as you wiped the corners of your mouth! “Are you going to release me?” Adam asked breathlessly. You maneuvered your way up the bed and straddled the cowboy once again, biting and kissing his neck while murmuring against it, “Release you? I don’t think so! At least, not right now baby. I’m not done having my way with you just yet,”

It didn’t take long for Adam to harden under you while you kissed him and spoke filth into his ears. You positioned your entrance on top of his length and began lowering yourself down on him. You groaned into the air with every inch you took inside of you. His cock stretched you in the best way, filling you completely when you rocked yourself against it. “Shit! You feel s-s-so good, Y/N! Yes, just like that baby,” Adam encouraged. Between the sound of your bodies connecting, the cursing and moans, and the sound of metal scraping against metal, there was no denying that the two of you were enjoying yourselves! The pressure deep inside you continued to build, just begging to be released with each rock of your hips. “I’m so close Adam! So, fucking close!” you cried out. He began thrusting himself inside of you, hitting new spots that drove you wild! You could tell that he was losing himself in pure ecstasy too when he begged you to set his hands free, “Undo the handcuffs, Y/N! Please, I…fuck! I need to touch you!” There wasn’t a lot of time to spare as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer, so you gave the handcuffs your best try when you attempted to undo them! Unfortunately, the “easy release lever” wasn’t so easy to use after all! “Adam, I-I can’t get it! I can’t undo them!” you said in a pleasure filled panic. Your cowboy wasn’t about to let anything hold him back from touching you, so he pulled and tugged the handcuffs with incredible force, causing the little chain links to bend and break! “Oh my God!” you gasped when you saw one broken handcuff on each of his wrists. His hands were now gripping your hips tightly and the dangling metal lightly scraped against you as your orgasms ripped through each of you! You collapsed onto his chest from the intensity of it, and he wrapped his arms around you. You moaned and hummed against his bare chest as you welcomed each wave of pleasure that continued to crash over you.

Once you were steady, you removed yourself from him and rolled over onto your side of the bed and began to giggle at the mess you had made of Adam, “I cannot believe you broke the handcuffs!” you playfully scolded. “How are your wrists? Are they okay?” It took a few seconds for him to respond since he was still coming down from his high, but what he said only caused you to laugh more, “My wrists are fine, baby. Obviously, the handcuffs are not, and I can’t guarantee the headboard is either. But what I can guarantee is we will be purchasing new ones so I can use them on you next…”

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[clementine-writes-things]

Hostage With Benefits

Summary: Y/n is taken captive by Hans Gruber and is easily seduced by his charm.

Contents: Smut with barely any plot, degradation, gun kink, spitting, choking, BDSM, bondage, power kink, humiliation, strong language.

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: sorry if it's formated weird or too short or something like that, I spent a long time writing it and it's 1 am right now, I'm so tired. I hope you guys enjoy it though!

Christmas music played throughout the 30th floor, the party was alive and the people were cheerful. Everyone was wearing their finest attire, men in their tuxedos and suits, women in their dresses and skirts. Today was Christmas Eve, and naturally, Mr. Takagi thought it would be a good idea to have a party at work. It served a double purpose, the party, as the company had just made a big sale. 

It was typical of this company, to have parties for the workers, booze and drugs in almost everybody's system. However, your position in the company determined if you got to join in on the party as well. This is how y/n got stuck working during the celebration. She was an intern. Not that she cared about the party, she actually found it to be rather boring. 

"Y/n, be a doll and get some more booze, would ya? You know where it is." Ellis said, his voice slurred.

Y/n grimaced, Ellis was a creep. He constantly did drugs at work, flirted with any woman who breathed, and worked his way into the company with his daddy's money. 

"Yeah, sure." She said. 

The girl stood up from behind her desk, where she had been sorting out files, stapling them, and then putting them in alphabetical order in  the filing cabinets. Ellis had disappeared as soon as he had arrived, which was a relief for y/n, as his presence made her physically ill. Straightening out her skirt and tugging on the bottom of her button up shirt, she grabbed the walkman off her desk and hooked it onto her hip. Placing the headphones on her ears, she clicked the play button and smiled as 'Rebel Yell' started to play. 

Y/n was fairly young, only 24, the youngest person in the building. Even though she didn't get treated like an actual member of the company, people still found her presence to be comforting. A young, optimistic and innocent aura was a huge contrast to the dark and dreary feeling of working in an office. She took pride in how friendly and approachable she was. 

'Let's see…the drinks should be on the 15th floor, near the cafeteria.' She thought to herself. 

Having to go through the crowd of people, y/n paused her Walkman and lowered the headphones. Although she didn't feel like participating in the party, it would be rude if she didn't say hi to a few people. Passing by a couple workers, glances were cast at her, obviously critiquing her outfit. She knew she wasn't going to be a part of the party, so why would she dress up? She still looked nice in her opinion. She wore a white, slightly cropped white shirt with short sleeves. It was a little too tight for her, but she didn't really think much of it. The skirt she had on was a soft teddy bear brown with two black buttons, some frilly white lace underneath the skirt, showing only slightly. White socks with small ruffles were on her feet as well as shiny black flats. 

"Y/n, nice to see you! How's your night going?" Ms. Gennero asked. 

"It's fine, Ms. Gennero. Thanks for asking. Sorry, I need to get some more drinks for the party." She excused herself. 

Reaching the elevator, she felt relieved. The crowd of people around her was nearly enough to suffocate her. She pressed the button to the 15th floor, placing her Walkman back on her ears and continuing to listen to music. When the doors opened, she stepped inside, popping a piece of gum she had into her mouth as she waited to arrive at her destination. 

~

Around 15 minutes later, a group of men had taken over the 30th floor. Guns in hand, ready to shoot and kill on command. The party that had once been so alive and happy, was now dismal. A man stepped forward, a small book in his hand. 

"Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen!" He declared with a strong accent. 

The room grew quiet, everyone afraid to make a sound. 

"Due to the Nakatomi corporation's legacy of greed around the globe, it is about to be taught a lesson on real power. You will be witnesses." The man cleared his throat, looking down at his book. 

"Now… Mr. Takagi? Where are you? Where is the man who used to be in charge around here?" An arrogant smile spread across the man's face. 

He strolled through the crowd of people, glancing around at their faces occasionally as he looked through his book of notes. Everyone he saw had fear glazed over their eyes, hands shaking, knees trembling, brow sweating. As he came near the end of the crowd, he glanced down at another man. 

"Enough!" A voice said from behind him. 

The foreign man turned around, his movements fluid and calm.

"Ah, Mr. Takagi. How nice to meet you. I am Hans Gruber. Let's have a little chat.."

~skipping the interrogation scene cuz I don't want to write about takagi getting shot lol~

"See if you can dispose of this.." Hans gestured to Mr. Takagi's dead body. 

"Karl, you go back up and watch the hostages. Theo, get to work on the vault. I shall like to look around the building in search of any stragglers."

Once assured that everyone had understood their tasks, Hans left the room. 

~

Y/n had made it to the 15th floor quite some time ago, but she had decided to make herself a snack in the cafeteria. Her shoes were held in her left hand while a slice of the PB&J sandwich she had made was in her right hand. She had taken her shoes off because they were far too tight, no one would care if she didn't wear her shoes. Groaning, she opened the fridge, remembering that she was supposed to bring back more alcohol. She put her sandwich in her mouth, holding it in between her lips as she grabbed a bottle of vodka with her free hand.

'I hate this job.' She thought to herself as she walked out of the cafeteria. 

As the doors swung open, she nearly fell over. It was difficult to open doors when your hands were full. Her Walkman still was over her ears and she started to dance a little when Dreams by Fleetwood Mac started to play. Her skirt flowed as she twirled around, the smoothness of her socks allowing her to slide across the floor. Turning around the corner of the hallway she noticed a man at the elevator. She waved at him - or - tried to as she had her hands full. The man looked surprised, but his facial expression softened as she approached him. He noticed she had her shoes in one hand, a bottle of vodka in the other, and a sandwich in her mouth. Y/n placed the bottle on the floor and grabbed her sandwich with her now free hand. 

"Hi! I'm y/n! Sorry, I just got back from the cafeteria. Getting some more drinks for the party!" She stated, her voice a happy tune. 

"Hans. Hans Gruber."

Hans put two and two together and concluded that y/n was referring to the Nakatomi Christmas party. This was perfect for him. 

"I'm supposed to be at that Christmas party right now. Would you mind showing me the way?" He questioned. 

Nodding, the girl bent down to pick up the bottle but was stopped by the man. He grabbed it. 

"Allow me."

Smiling, the girl took a bite out of her sandwich and entered the elevator with Hans. Bending down, she pressed button 30 and started to balance back and forth on her heels. Hans was taken aback by her behavior, but found it slightly entertaining. 

"I'm an intern! I don't really like my job, but I can't do much about it." She bluntly explained. 

Hans just nodded in response.

The elevator doors opened and y/n walked out. As she looked over the room, everyone's heads turned to her. Confusion and fear spread across her face as she saw men with guns aiming at her. Turning around, she attempted to run but Hans had dropped the bottle of vodka, letting it shatter on the ground, and quickly grabbed her by the back of her neck. 

"Not so fast, liebling…" He murmured against her ear. 

"Y/n! Leave her alone!" Ms. Gennero shouted, accompanied by a few other protests. 

Smirking, Hans looked at his men. He chuckled in y/n's ear as he pulled her closer to him. 

"Well, if she's so important, perhaps I should keep her. Make sure you all behave, unless you want your poor intern to perish." He mocked, a fake frown on his face. 

Everyone began to scream and wail, y/n accompanying them. Ignoring the cries, Hans dragged y/n to the office he had claimed. Shoving her down on the ground, he closed all of the blinds. Straightening his tie, he approached her slowly. 

"Let me go!" She exclaimed. 

Hans merely laughed at her pathetic excuse for a plea. 

"Mmm, I'm afraid not. Taking a whole company hostage and leading a heist is a very stressful thing. I think some company would do me good, and you're quite entertaining." He mused. 

Y/n, though not restrained, felt like she couldn't move. She was worried that if she moved even an inch, she would be killed instantly. Hans looked her over, raising an eyebrow once he realized how she was dressed. 

"Rather slutty for a Christmas party, don't you think?" He teased. 

She furrowed her eyebrows. 

"At least I don't show up in a suit and tie to hold people hostage. What, you think you're a part of the mafia? Hoping to be in The Godfather Part III?" 

Hans whipped his head around, lowering himself to her level and grabbing a fistful of her hair. 

"I think you shall find it wise to mind..your..tongue. Just because I find you entertaining does not mean I won't hesitate to shoot you between the eyes. So I suggest you watch your attitude, young lady."

His words were like honey. Venomous honey that coated her body. The pressure of her hair being pulled and the intimidation that filled her while he was glaring at her sent shivers through her spine. Hans noticed this and scoffed. He tugged at her scalp once more, harshly. A soft anguished moan left her throat. Hans stood up. 

"Your outfit matches your mind. Perverted and whorish."

Leaning back against the desk, hands gripping both sides, he tilted his head at her. 

Raising his hand, he used his finger to gesture for her to come to him. Reluctantly and cautiously, she obeyed. Standing directly in front of him, she felt her knees get weak. He brought his hand to her face, using his thumb to wipe off jelly from the corner of her lip. Sticking his thumb in his mouth, he sucked the jelly off. Her heart raced, baffled at how attractive she found the man in front of her to be. Smirking, he grabbed a chair and put it next to the chair behind the desk. He took his seat in the office chair. 

Y/n backed up slowly. Hans rolled his eyes. 

"Sit down!" He roughly demanded.

Y/n scurried over next to him, frightened by his tone of voice. Sitting in the chair, she started to button up more of her shirt, realizing she was showing way too much. Hans brought up a hand to stop hers. 

"Obviously you were more than comfortable to dress so promiscuous today, so I don't expect you to change anything now." 

Hans slowly removed his hand from over hers, making sure to run his thumb over her nipple as he did so. Y/n's thighs clenched together and she bit her lip. Smirking, the man removed his hand completely and grabbed his radio.

"Theo, process on the vault." 

"Halfway there."

"Good. Stay on schedule. If anyone needs me, radio in. I do not want to be bothered." 

With that, he put the radio away. Slowly, he turned towards y/n, his hand gripping his pistol on the desk. 

"Tell me, dear y/n, are you afraid?" 

She nodded. 

"I see. Do you wish you weren't here? That I wasn't here?"

She nodded again.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing down at her thighs. On the seat, he could see a shimmering wetness. Chuckling, he used the tip of his pistol to lift up her skirt, revealing her soaked panties. 

"Mmm, I think you're lying to yourself my dear." 

A blush spread across her face as she attempted to stand up, ready to march out the door. But a strong hand on her shoulder forced her back down. 

"Sit. Down. Do not make me tell you again." His voice was stern. 

As she sat back down, Hans pulled her chair closer to his. A smirk was plastered across his face and a mischievous glint lingered in his eyes. Gently, he placed his large hand on her thigh, rubbing the inner part with his thumb. 

"I find you fun, liebling. You're very entertaining to watch."

Y/n squirmed in her seat, gripping the sides of it firmly. The feeling of his hand on her thigh drove her crazy in a way that made her feel dirty. Hans noticed this. 

"Do you know what Stockholm Syndrome is?" He questioned. 

She nodded. 

"I-Its when a hostage or a victim of kidnapping grows dependent on their kidnapper. Or form a bond." 

He nodded.

"Do you feel a bond with me, my dear? Are you dependent on me?" 

Y/n grimaced, shaking her head. Though, secretly, she was thinking about him in ways that she shouldn't speak out loud. Hans smirked, moving his hand up her thigh, thumb tracing her panty line. Her breath hitched and she let out a small yelp. 

"Say yes. Say yes and I'll make you feel the best you'll ever feel in your life." He said lowly, sincerity lined his tone. 

Somehow, y/n believed him. This man looked like he could fuck you for a day straight and not get tired or even break a sweat. He looked like a Greek god chiseled in marble, like a work of art. She thought about this for a moment, maybe, letting him have sex with her would guarantee that she would live. It was worth a shot. And, as a plus, she'd be getting amazing sex. 

She nodded slowly. Hans rolled his eyes and gripped her chin harshly. 

"Words. Use them while you still have the ability to make coherent sentences." He hinted at what was to come. 

"Yes." It came out like a gasp. 

Without another word, Hans grabbed the girl by the bottom of her thighs, lifting her up and placing her on his lap. His raging hard-on was noticeable in this position, as y/n felt it poking underneath her skirt. Hans chuckled at her reaction, a gasp leaving her mouth. 

"Tell me, young lady, have you ever been fucked before?"

"Yes. Only once, but it wasn't that good.." She answered. 

Hans smirked, trailing his thumb up her thigh and planting his thumb over her clothes clit. Y/n moaned softly, gripping the sides of chair. 

"So, you're an innocent young lady who just chooses to dress like a whore? Why is that? Do you crave attention? Or, maybe you just enjoy it." 

His words caused her core to gush. She had never been talked to like this before, and she found it oddly hot. The way his rough hands against her skin felt, along with his rough words. It was a sinful combination. 

"Answer me." He growled, bringing his hand up to her throat. 

She coughed, clawing at his hand. 

"Y-Yes, I want the attention!" She sputtered. 

Releasing his grip from her throat, he gave her face a light slap. 

"Don't worry, you'll get lots of it. Let's just hope you can handle it."

In one swift movement, Hans stood up and placed y/n on the desk, pushing her skirt up slightly. He let out a low moan as he saw how soaked her panties were. With his left hand, he pushed her down so her back was on the desk and her legs were hanging off. Yanking her panties to the side, he licked his lips at the sight of her bare center. He roughly pressed his thumb against her clit. A shrill whimper left her throat and Hans took pleasure in the noise. 

"Who knew you Americans were so kinky? Finding the idea of being fucked by your kidnapper hot. Or, is that just your own twisted fantasy?" He mocked. 

As she was about to speak, he shoved two fingers inside her. He curled them as soon as he got knuckles deep. Her back arched and he used his left hand to slam her back down, groping her left breast. 

"I'm getting you nice and ready for me. If I didn't prepare you, then you would suffer greatly. And that wouldn't be fun for either of us-"

He leaned down to her ear, nibbling on her neck. 

"-because I love hearing you moan in pleasure."

Y/n, as if commanded, let out a pathetic moan. The feeling of his fingers inside of her flooding her mind with lust. She was lost in the sea, and only he could bring her back. 

"Fuck, yeah, just like that…"

Hastily, he started to undo his belt, holding it in his hands when he finished. He let his pants fall to the floor and grabbed her hips. Flipping her over, he forced her to lay on her stomach across the desk. Y/n's ass was on full display to him underneath her skirt. Out of nowhere, a sharp sting landed on her ass and she let out a groan in pain. 

"Oh, the dirty whore likes that too?" 

He landed another firm whack against her cheeks, which were surely red by now. Leaning down, he planted kisses on the bare skin, biting down on it too. 

"Fuck! H-Hans!" She moaned. 

The feeling of leather wrapped around her throat, and she suddenly felt herself being pulled back, her back arched. Hans had wrapped the belt around her neck, almost like a leash. It was humiliating to say the least, but that made it all the more hot. 

"You shall call me Mr. Gruber, is that clear? Do you call all of your superiors by their first name?" He asked. 

She scoffed. 

"You're not my superior."

Once again, she was flipped over. Now, she lay on her back, Hans hovering directly over her. His tie hung loose and his eyes were narrowed. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss against her lips. His tongue slid in her mouth, claiming it as his own. As they pulled apart, a string of saliva connected between them. 

"In this room, I am." 

Quickly, he clamped his hand down on her mouth as he roughly pushed himself inside her. Y/n's eyes widened and she clawed at his back. The feeling of being stretched out was so sudden and raw that she couldn't handle it. Angrily, Hans roughly pulled out and pushed all the way back in. 

"This suit is worth more than your education, I suggest you unhand it you filthy whore." He spat. 

Afraid to disobey, she did as she was told. Instead, she wrapped her hands around his neck. Smirking, Hans unbuttoned her shirt slowly while keeping himself still inside of her, taunting her. He was surprised to see she had no bra on. He bent down and licked a stripe from her navel all the way to her collarbone. Nipping at it gently, he whispered in her ear. 

"Now, let's see how much you can take."

Without another word, he began to fuck up into her at an animalistic speed. Moans tried to leave her throat, but she choked on her own words. Ecstasy and lust clouded her senses, and all she could think about was him. Him and his dick. Her walls clenched around him as he spit on her chest, as if he was telling her that she was disgusting for this. And, in a way, she was. But she didn't care. For this was the best sex she had ever had. Hans brought his hand down, prying her jaw open and shoved two fingers in her mouth. She began to suck on them, swirling her tongue around them. Hans moaned at the sight, his movements becoming more harsh. 

"So pathetic, letting me fuck you. I could kill you right now." He grinned, bringing his gun up and pushing it against her head. 

Y/n's heart raced, fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. She felt herself getting closer to her release, and she whimpered around his fingers, signaling this. Placing his gun down, he grabbed both of her hips and raised them slightly, giving him a better angle. Her hands dangled off the desk and flailed around aimlessly as he continued her merciless onslaught on her cunt. His head flew back as he felt himself get close. Quickly he pulled out and grabbed her hair, yanking her towards him. Without warning, he turned her around, so her head was hanging off the desk and shoved his dick deep down her throat. As he did this, he leaned over and continued to fuck her with his fingers. Not even a few seconds later, y/n felt her orgasm wash over her and she arched her back as her arousal coated Hans hand and arm. Seeing this sight pushed him to his limit, and his cum filled up y/n's mouth. Pulling out, he sat back in the chair, watching as y/n breathed heavily. Her mouth full of his cum, trickling down her face and onto the carpet, her tits perked up from the cold chill in the building, and her legs dripping with her own arousal. 

"Merry Christmas to me…" He chuckled to himself. 

"I've had better… Mr. Gruber.." she smirked, jokingly. 

"Oh? Then let's go for round two."

#writers #fanfic writer #hans gruber #die hard #alan rickman #smut

[natashatrace]

For your prompt requests love - how about “Sorry, were you sleeping?” Hangster or Mavnix or Sereshace, whatever inspires! 💕

this is going to be part of a longer post-canon fic if i ever get around to writing the full thing, so if you see this again in the future, told ya so. until then!! pls enjoy this snippet of the mavnix 'verse i'd like to create. ❤️ the prompt is too good & i've been itching to write this scene.

//

“Can I ask you a favor?" Rooster asks, sighing over the phone line. "It's a dumb one."

Phoenix snorts, glancing back over her shoulder as she changes lanes on the highway. "Sounds like you, then. What's up?"

"I haven't heard much from Mav in a couple days," he says, clearing his throat. “Probably nothing, but I’m kinda – worried about him.”

Phoenix glances over at her phone where it's resting on the center console, fingers tightening reflexively around the steering wheel. "You are?" she asks. "Like, genuinely worried?"

“Like I said, it's dumb. You know how my head gets. But it's - he’s never been alone like this, Tash. Even when we were on the outs, he had Ice. He had the Navy. And I know he still has people, but now that he’s retired and Ice is gone, it’s – I just worry it’s different. I’m worried that he’s different."

Natasha hums, brushing her thumb over a worn spot in the leather of the steering wheel. "Send me his address. I'll pay him a visit. That's the favor you're askin' for, yeah?"

The way that Rooster exhales in relief is all the answer she needs.

//

She knocks twice at the door of the hangar. Has her arm raised to knock a third time when Maverick finally answers, confusion written on his features that quickly smooths when his eyes fall on her.

He's not exactly the same man Phoenix last remembers seeing on base a few weeks ago. There's a little less color to his skin, dark circles underneath his eyes, stubble that has to be a few days old grown out over his cheeks and down his neck. His hair's flattened to his forehead, the skin shiny with sweat, and there are pink, jagged lines pressed into his temple like he'd faceplanted into a pillow and hadn't moved for hours.

He squints against the sunlight, lifting a hand up over his eyes. "Phoenix?" he murmurs, voice rough. "What're you doing here? Didn't realize you were out this way."

"Sorry, were you sleeping?" she asks, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair. "I didn't mean..."

Without the shade from her glasses, she realizes Maverick's lips are a little chapped, like they've been too dry for hours. There's a paleness to his skin that's even harsher than she'd realized at first, and he's shivering.

"Mav, are you running a fever?"

Maverick shakes his head a little, smiling as best he can manage. "I'm alright. Probably just a cold."

"You don't get a fever from a cold," Phoenix counters, reaching out to feel the side of his neck before she can think better of it. The skin is hot against the backs of her fingers. "You're - Maverick, Jesus. Have you taken anything? How long have you been like this?"

He sighs, shoulders dropping. "S'a lot of questions, Lieutenant."

"It was only two," Phoenix replies, eyebrows lifting in amusement. "Rooster said you've gone quiet on him. Guessing that means you've been running a fever for a couple days, huh?"

"Tattletale," Maverick mutters petulantly.

Phoenix has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at how - well, how similar he sounds to a petulant Rooster.

"Yeah," he finally admits, scratching a hand over his cheek. "Yeah, a couple days. But I'm alright. It'll run its course soon enough."

"Doesn't mean you have to suffer in the meantime," Phoenix points out. "You taken anything?"

"Just some Tylenol this morning. Must've worn off by now."

"Okay, come on," Phoenix insists, pushing lightly at his chest. "Show me where it is."

Maverick tries to argue, but he still steps back. She's fairly certain it has more to do with the fever making his movements sluggish than actually wanting to accept the help, but still. A win is a win.

She slides between his body and the doorway the moment there's enough space, squinting against the darkness as her eyes adjust to the dim lighting in the hangar. When she turns back to Maverick, he's still standing by the door, his eyes glassier now as he swallows and rasps, "Phoenix, really, I'm fine. I appreciate you stopping by, but..."

"Mav," she cuts in, crossing her arms over her chest. "Being sick sucks. Being sick and being alone? That sucks worse."

Mav's jaw clicks, his eyes dropping to the ground. Quietly, he answers, "I'm not alone. I have people."

Natasha hears the echo of Rooster's voice in her head - I know he still has people - and wonders how many times Mav's used this exact phrase in their conversations.

Wonders if Maverick actually believes it.

"You do," she agrees, equally as quiet. "And since I'm one of those people, you're just gonna have to humor me."

Maverick's eyes lift to hers. She feels warmed through beneath the weight of his gaze.

"I'm already here, right?" she shrugs, twisting the ring on her pointer finger. "Might as well surrender. Tell me where your meds are."

When the corner of Maverick's mouth lifts, he nods a little, his eyes a little brighter. "Okay," he murmurs, pointing to the locker near the Airstream. "Top shelf in there. I'll grab a water from..."

"I've got it," Phoenix insists, pointing to the door of his Airstream. "Go get back in bed before you fall over and I have to drag you by the arm to that couch."

By the time she's found the meds and a couple bottles of water, she finds Maverick seated on the edge of the mattress in his trailer, hands curled over the edges like he's holding himself steady against the exhaustion he clearly feels.

"Here," she offers quietly, holding out the caplets in one hand and then handing him one of the water bottles. "Get some rest. I'll let Rooster know you're alright so he doesn't keep working himself up."

"Thank you," Maverick replies, taking a few more sips of the water. "Phoenix, you - don't feel like you have to stay."

Natasha just takes the water bottle back from him, setting it on the counter behind her with the second one. Squeezing Maverick's shoulder, she grins, "Don't worry about me. There's a plane out there for me to admire and I bet if I look hard enough, I'll find old pictures of Rooster to use for blackmail purposes."

Maverick laughs at that, that spark of mischief back in his eyes. "Bulletin board. M'sure you'll find plenty."

Natasha's grin widens, her grip on his shoulder tightening again for a moment before she pushes at him a bit. He goes willingly, rolling onto his side and tugging the blankets up to his shoulders, eyes already closed when he hits the pillow.

"Get some rest, Mav," she says again, keeping her footsteps light as she makes her way out of the trailer and back into the hangar.

to: rooster he's alright. definitely running a fever and probably has been for a couple days. i'm gonna stay for a little while. you can stop worrying. ❤️ from: rooster thanks. you're the best. to: rooster i know.

#mavnix #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #maverickphoenix #mywriting #userbells #userfrench #*tgmfic #*mavnixfic #reiverreturns

[themarginalthinker]

Saint 'Dimitri'

(also known as DMT. Paul and Michael get high, and go down a list of all the things they can put in their bodies because vampire bodies are only addicted to one thing in the long run. tw: Discussions of drug use, references to drugs. I wrote this very quickly bc the idea bit me.)

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"Weed?"

"Obviously."

"Yeah." Michael flicks a finger towards the bong Paul was filling. "Obviously. Uh...coke?"

Paul raises a brow. "Jumping pretty far, there."

"So sue me, my mom was an ex-Hippy and I'm a good suburban boy. I don't know a lot of drugs. Have you done it?"

"Yup. Got some left too, if you wanna try."

"Eugh. No. You see those people on TV?"

Paul shakes his head. "Worst case scenarios filmed for the ratings, and like, you have to be using for years, dude, before you ever start looking like that. Which, even if you stuff a pound of the shit up there every night for the rest of your life, you won't, because you ain't human."

Michael still hakes his head. "I don't think I'd like the feeling anyway."

Paul grins. "Yeah, you're spooksy enough as it is."

"I'm cautious, which has kept my ass out of the fire more than I can say about the rest of you idiots," Michael shoots back.

"...Technically it wasn't fire, it was buckshot-"

"-and the pair of you still have it embedded in your asses. Next. Uh...morphine?"

"David likes it, but I also think the guy could ask Dwayne to conk him over the head with a metal pipe and it would work just as well."

Michael cocks his head.

"Sleep aid for the supernatural, Mikey."

"Oh. Yeah. I guess he is kinda fitful, huh."

"He's got his reasons- oh for fuck's sake, light!"

Paul snarls lowly and bangs the end of the little zippo on his knee, face screwed up in almost childish frustration. Michael snorts but spares him the continued pain. He reaches into his own pocket and pulls out the one he's been carrying for a while.

Paul takes it gratefully, and doesn't say anything about how Michael doesn't carry any smokes (or doesn't have Marko's knack for setting things on fire randomly), and how it's a much older model, well-cared for and refillable. Made to last from a past era. Not his.

If he had, Michael may have just thrown it at him instead.

But he doesn't say anything, and Paul doesn't either, and the two laps into comfortable silence as the bowl is passed back and forth.

Michael hums, fingers toying with the frayed edges of a hole in the knee of his jeans. "Um...okay, uh. Oxycodone?"

Paul, leaning back against the pillows, blinks owlishly at him, clearly trying to connect some dots. "...I got some random pills from that one car we pulled-"

"No, no, like. Have you ever taken it?" Michael corrects, getting back to the subject they'd been talking about.

"Oh! Uh, nah, gave me hives."

"Well. Okay, I wasn't asking if you liked it, just that you tried it, dude. So that's a yes."

"Like, I think I get it, pain relief," Paul says, leaning even further back, to look up at the hanging tapestries and the garlands of shiny knickknacks and rackam strewn above him. "But it's like. Different. Than this."

He shakes the bowl a little. Michael reaches out a hand to stop him before he spilled something. "Feels...I don't know. Flatter. It's not up here."

Paul motions to his head, and the buzz he no doubt has going. Michael is feeling it too. He makes a small noise of acknowledgement, and leaves it.

"...DMT?"

In an instant, barely as the letters of the acronym had time to leave his mouth, Paul was up. His eyes wide enough even in his relaxed state to see the whites all around them, mouth set in a grimace enough he was almost showing his teeth.

"No. Fuck no, Mike. That shit is- damn, like, I don't wanna have to feel all the shit in reality, but like. I still wanna be in reality, you know?"

Michael shrugs a shoulder, and when the action makes his head feel like it won't stop tilting that way, he follows it and lets himself rest back against the pillow nest they'd made of the bedding.

"It's not that bad," he says, and Paul just shakes his head slowly.

And then stops. A look of consternation passing over his features.

He squints at Michael.

"...Did you-?"

"Well-"

"Oh my God, Mike!"

He's suddenly sitting even further up, crawling forward. (Michael having to take the bong from him and finally set it aside so they didn't dump hot ash on the bed sheets or spill water over everything.) Paul gets into his space, face half a smile, half pure disbelief.

"You said you'd never done anything stronger than shots and dope!"

Michael, to his credit, does imagine he looks at least a little sheepish.

"I just didn't remember it when I said that. It was a while ago. I also don't really remember much of it, just that. Things got weird, some...guy one of the people hosting the party knew brought this stuff in a thermos, but I was also tired as shit, so I think I just thought most of it was dreams."

Paul laughs, "Pretty spacey dreams, dude."

"Yeah, no kidding, it was like. Dreams in dreams...I think I thought the couch cushions were cracks in an endless pit and I was gonna fall in or something...you've never had it though?"

The laughter turns a little darker as Paul pulls back a bit, giving Michael some air. He flops against him though, head sinking down to rest on his belly.

"Not on your life. Big damn predator, out of my gourd on the spirit molecule runnin' around the woods at night? With the sensory stuff that we can feel without drugs? Can you fuckin' imagine..."

Michael supposes he could. Granted, the images in his mind were mostly funny, and in the bond, the boundaries of which were deteriorating with every passing moment, he passed those on to Paul. It got him a chuckle, and the sound played like low timpani in his head.

The conversation lapsed on.

#the lost boys #drabble #drugs #drug reference #believe it or not there are places Paul ain't willing to go #and Michael maaaay not be as much of a good boy as Lucy thought

[watchinglikeafangirl]

Tumblr is a mess, so I can't find the post that inspired me to write this analysis. It was basically just a post filled with screenshots but now I have to take them myself which is too much effort lol.

Nevermind, here it is because I'm rotting in vegaspete hell and literally dreamt about these two the other night which concerns me a little bit...

VegasPete - a weird meta with chaotic thoughts

So I'm gonna split this is in half but it's about the very dramatic last scene before the credits. I'm talking about the scene Vegas gets shot which left me in pieces and these two really can't get enough of their dramatic act. Like BibleBuild are too good at this, they make me cry each time...

But nevermind. What I'm gonna talk about are the color concept in this scene - because we all know colors say a lot more than we might think - and then it's gonna be some meta about the dialogue between them.

Color theory and religion

We see Vegas more or less stumbling his way alongside the pool, the gun in his hands. He's obviously a broken man and the scenery around him mirrors all of that. It's mainly blue due to the pool though there is a small part of red in the background. His face is mostly just seen halfway because apart from all this blue lights, it's very dark. Not just his bodylanguage shows it all, the whole scenery screams sadness, grief, depression and isolation. The perfect spot to kill oneself.

Many have already pointed out how closely connected VegasPete and religious artefacts are in this show and I would say the pool, which is only seen two times this entire scene, represents holy water. It is deep blue, it's very shiny, very calm and seems to hold some positivity. Vegas wants to kill himself next to holy water that may wash over his dead body or will never reach him at all. It's really symbolic if you think of it. The pool is right there, it could "save" him from hell but he thinks he doesn't deserve any of it and should just die and go to hell. Still, the chance to be redeemed in front of God is right there but he doesn't take it. He doesn't have any self-esteem left, he doesn't deserve any of it in his eyes.

It goes so far, he holds the gun to his head until Pete pops up last minute. Pete originally wore a white shirt that reflects the blue light of the pool so much, he's more or less glowing, really. He saves Vegas and Vegas, who felt like nobody cares how he feels after his father died, who was saved by his loved one, lets out a scream of frustration. More so, the blue light is now a lot more red on him. It is love in a way and it's a short second of relief. But then again, the lights around him turn darker and more blue until he hides in the darkness again. Vegas is really at his lowest point and of course it affects Pete as well. The colors of his shots are not any different.

Then when Vegas is about to break down, Pete hugs him from behind. He holds him tightly. He is still glowing and this whole scene weights so much heavier than every other before. I can't really name what it is but each word and guesture shows the importance of the characters for each other. The way Pete keeps holding Vegas while shining that much, he looks like an angel holding a lost soul. It's breath-taking and kinda beautiful if you ask me. Those things make this scene so pure. They mean everything they say with words and their bodies and that kind of devotion is incredible.

Vegas still rejects Pete and gets up again, shoulders falling, head hanging, arms protecting. He is still broken. But Pete being there still makes a difference and Vegas can't deny Pete is the only person he wanted there, the person he wished would be there when he was about to shoot himself. Vegas is in a reddish light now but it's still gloomy around him. It's a technique to draw a line between them. Vegas got up and rejected Pete - red light because of love and war. Pete stays on the ground - blue light because he got rejected. And then it's the first time we see the pool. It's when Pete begs Vegas to stay. An angel that held a lost soul but said soul is now vanishing but the angel is still an angel trying to help the lost soul next to the holy water. I know, complicated and I'll try to explain what I mean. You see, Pete really wants Vegas to hear him out, he stays on his knees, begging. The holy water aka pool is still there and like I said before, Vegas kept a certain distance to it. We never even saw the pool before but now we do which means Pete, who looks like an angel, is Vegas' chance to redeem himself. He is Vegas' holy water. Guys, I freaked out when I saw this.

Pete continues to stay blue but awakens something in Vegas when he gets angry. Vegas starts to listen, is concerned and his red light shines on Pete's face the moment he starts turning around. It's love between them. But love has the same color as blood. Vegas gets shot and the love is turned into war. Pete aggressively shoots that guy, completely blue, screaming all over the place, eyes wide. He is shocked. He had his Vegas back and now that's taken from him again. So yes, he is blue.

And then we get this point of view with Vegas lying next to the pool, nearly touching it and Pete above him with blood on his back that freaking looks like wings. Like this shot gives me Romeo and Juliet vibes, truly. It felt as religious as this one. Pete is a fallen angel, covered in blood because his love "died". The suit covered all that blood from before because he put on a mask whenever he wore his uniform. But now he unleashes his true self which is as destructive as Vegas'. In the end, Vegas never fell into the holy water and Pete lost his wings so many years ago. This image mirrors all these two characters are about, how much their past marked them. Vegas never felt like he was enough because he tried to reach the ideal his father always demanded. And Pete got beaten even when he won and was left unnoticed until he wasn't himself any more. So this situation here shows all of that coming back to them. It's closure.

Dialogue and giving up

Okay, i have to calm down, I got all worked up for the other part.

The scene starts truly heartbreaking because Vegas is stuck in his head. He repeats the same sentences and Pete keeps assuring him he's there which shows the furstration and despair they feel. Vegas feels left alone now. His father is dead, got killed and even though he hated him, Gun gave him a moment to shine. But it was all for nothing. Getting the approval of his father was not what fulfilled him and now that Gun is dead, Vegas' whole word crumbles.

"I got nothing left."

Pete knows the pain Vegas is in but he has to remind Vegas there's no nothing when he is "right here". Vegas is not alone but he seems to not hear any of Pete's words. He knows Pete is there, yes but he doesn't appreciate it. He falls on his knees, teary voice breaking, wondering why he is even worth it.

But he hides his face when he asks. He can't hide his voice but he can hide his feelings. He looks away because he wants Pete there, he doesn't want to send Pete away. His words are not true thus he turns away and his face is not visible. The way his voice breaks is Pete's sign that he was right to come looking for Vegas, that Vegas needs him and is only angry and sad and overwhelmed.

"Would you stop saying that you got nothing left?"

Vegas' despair is frustrating Pete because he is not appreciated and pushed away when he clearly wants to be there for Vegas. They both don't have to suffer on their own any longer, so Pete tries to get Vegas out of his head into the real world where Pete is there and won't leave. Vegas wanted to shoot himself just moments ago when he was all by himself, there's the danger of him trying again once he is left alone and Pete just wants to save him from that hole.

"Don't turn you back on me like this. Because...because I'm hungry."

That was the moment I teared up because it's so obviously about something else than food. Don't know if I even need to explain what it's about but it was the line that made me understand how deep the dom/sub desires and needs between them were. Pete craves Vegas, his "food". Vegas is not looking at him, Vegas is evading him because it hurts to see he makes Pete suffer because he himself suffers.

But it's not just about love and how desperatly Pete wants to be appreciated and how much he misses Vegas. No, Pete likes being taken care of and he knows Vegas likes to take care of him. He submittes to Vegas in such an open way like he never did before. Before, he was forced but he chooses to indetify as Vegas' pet and the question here is, how deep does that need go? Is he just saying that because he wants Vegas to stop saying nobody cares or does he really see himself as Vegas' pet? I'd say it's a bit of both. Pete wants to be appreciated, he needs the recognition only Vegas can give him and the only way he will feel good is when Vegas looks at him, sees him and takes care of him. He is hungry for attention and love and he tries to remind Vegas of him, tries to remind Vegas of his existence. Pete won't give up. So, he gets angry when Vegas says "Can somebody else take you to eat" because it's a rejection. Vegas rejects Pete's offer to go with him and be with him and escape it all. The pain is too much, Vegas always isolates himself when angry and forgets other people. He still pushes Pete away though he didn't forget him, not like before but I don't know if that's comforting to know...

"And why the heck did you tell me that you wanted to be with me?"

When Pete starts to yell, something changes within Vegas. He recognizes Pete. Pete has feelings and those are hurt because Vegas is doing the same mistake. He sees that and stops with his act of isolation.

"I'm your pet, aren't I? And I'm hungry now. And you walked out. So I had to come find my owner."

Pete is going all out to be heard and right here, Vegas listens. Pete reminds him of all the feelings they shared when they were alone, reminds him of what Vegas holds as memory so deerly. He is truly devastated because Vegas just left the room without him as if he doesn't exist. Not being seen by everbody else is fine but not being seen by Vegas hurts the most.

This is just really interesting to see because we never saw Pete beg Vegas. We never saw him get on his knees and giving up any control or pride. It's too raw and thankfully Vegas snaps out of it, even turns around when Pete asks him to. This whole dialogue is a rollercoaster because the voices change from teary to disappointed to yelling to soothing and I just need to lie down for a bit.

"Vegas. Vegas. Could you please turn around to see me?"

#vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #build jakapan #bible wichapas #i can't get over them

[prismit]

i forgot how much better gen7 shiny hunting is in comparison to gen8 shiny hunting, i just got 2 shinies in the past 4 hours and i actually had fun doing it

#ghost town... 2! #one of them was pikipek because i only just found out how good trumbeak's shiny is #and the other was pikachu when i was looking for pichu #which is great because now i dont have to spend ages getting his friendship up i can just use a thunderstone and have a chocolate raichu #also. hey nintendo? gamefreak? whoever this should be directed to? #please bring back soft resetting. why did you remove soft resetting. it's literally been in the games forever and it was so convenient #aka: shiny hunting regieleki is still the worst shiny hunt i've ever done #it's past the point of ''it's going to be so satisfying when i actually get it'' #and reached ''i think i'm only going to feel relief when the shiny shows up'' #i hope i'm wrong about that but. thats how it feels right now ghdjvk

[fireandspiceland]

Um.. can i have more Canada x nyo Russia? She could ride him while they're sitting on a couch. I like to imagine Canada being very loving and kissing her everywhere.

How could I say no if you ask so nicely? It's not a whole fic but.. it's something <3 edit after I was finished: I went a little overboard hehe

-> vaginal sex, Anya is into nipple play, Matthew is a little nervous to be with her at first I think :)

"OOF!"

The air was knocked out of Matthew's lungs when he fell onto the couch. He hardly had time to gain his breath or sense of orientation before Anya was on top of him, kissing him, devouring him.

Both of their shirts had already been discarded on the way from the front door to their current destination - which wasn't a very long way to overcome, but it still took them 15mins alone to leave the hallway and transfer their make out session to the doorframe to the living room, let alone another eternity to get to the couch.

But now they were there.

With one hand wandering down her back and the other pushing back long strands of Anya's hair, Matthew found himself close to heaven. His eyes fluttered and he released a moan when she bit his lip a little harder than necessary. Matthew parted his lips and Anya slipped her tongue between them, deepening the kiss they still shared and as she raked her nails along his throat.

Anya felt Matthew's hand wander from her ass back upwards until he stopped at the clasp of her bra. He snapped it open and grinned into the kiss as the straps slipped off her shoulders and tickled his skin.

She broke the kiss for a moment to give Matthew a challenging look, but it was hard to play cool when the hunger darkening his eyes went straight to rake the fire in her. Pushing back strands of his dishevelled hair, Anya hummed appreciatively. It was amazing how cute he had looked earlier when he was shyly glancing at her from across the bar, but how sexy he was now giving her a feeling of false safety while looking at her like a predator waiting for his prey to get too close.

"It's a little unfair if I'm the only one who's bare-chested I think?"

Matthew twirled the strap of her bra with his finger while caressing the now accessible part of her back with the other. The tentative touch sent a shiver down her spine before Anya shifted to sit up.

Still holding her bra up with her arms crossed, she gave Matthew an innocent smile. "I cannot argue with that, no?"

Matthew pushed himself up a little onto his elbows to get a better look at the show. He quickly adjusted his glasses and ran one hand through his hair. Has it been getting hotter since he took his shirt off? Anya slipping the straps of her bra off while gifting him a sultry look certainly didn't help with that.

Before Matthew got to admire the beauty that was her body, Anya had his mind blank again by massaging the bulge in his jeans. She opened her mouth to produce a teasing comment, but Matthew had already reached his breaking point and ushered her hand away to undo the fly of his jeans.

The slight relief of pressure when there was only a pair of boxers left to keep Matthew's decency had him sigh and Anya lick her lips.

"Proposal," Anya said and earned Matthew's attention immediately, "I'll go get a condom from my purse and you take these off until I'm back." She gave Matthew's jeans a little tug before letting her hand wander to lightly touch his confined erection.

"Sounds like a plan."

Within seconds - or at least I felt like seconds to Matthew - all his clothes were done with and piling on the floor. He finally got to take a good look at Anya when she returned with a shiny little packet between her fingers, her skirt swinging around her hips. Her tits were bouncing slightly with every step, but almost completely covered by her seemingly endless white hair.

"Like what you see?" she remarked and Matthew startled as the condom packet was thrown at him. Anya got her answer in the twitch of Matthew's cock when she dropped both her skirt and panties before his eyes.

"You're stunning," Matthew complimented while never breaking eye contact with her. He was about to ask Anya for her favourite position, when she straddled his lap and reached for his cock. Part of him wanted to curse her for teasing when she guided it between her lips, but didn't allow him inside yet, but hearing her moan as she used the head of it to rub her clit made him shove the thought back where it came from.

Anya smiled deviously when she noticed Matthew trying to thrust into her repeatedly. She waited for him to tightly grip her ass to keep himself together, before she finally guided him to her entrance and slowly descended onto his cock.

"You're taking me so well..."

Matthew's breathing became harder. He flipped Anya's hair over her shoulder to kiss her neck, littering the pale skin in dark bruises as light nips turned into bites.

She straightened up, letting him slip out of her pussy almost completely before slowly sinking down again with a moan. Pushing him back a little so she could move at a better angle, left Matthew in perfect position to continue his kisses at a different destination. With one hand still on her ass, he placed the other one at the side of her chest, flicking her nipple with his thumb.

The little stimulation earned him a gasp and he felt her pussy clench around him. Smiling to himself about the new discovery, Matthew went to place kisses and leave hickey all over her tits, occasionally rubbing his thumb over her nipple again. Once she found a different rhythm, snapping her hips forward to also get a little stimulation on her clit, Matthew captured her other tit with his mouth.

The warm wetness of Matthew's tongue playing with one of her nipples while still rubbing the other one made Anya crazy. She nearly collapsed onto him as she could hardly keep up the pace she had just set. Gripping the hair at the back of Matthew's head, she kept him close, begging him to keep doing what he does with every breathless moan and word that she managed to get out.

Matthew stopped sucking on her tit when he almost slipped out of her due to the wet mess she made of his dick, a small string of saliva connecting his lips to her only broke off when he opened his mouth to ask her if she would be able to cum like this.

"Yes.. just.. a little more.." came her breathless answer. And Matthew heard her plea.

"Mhmm me too, Anya.." Her name coming from him sounded like a prayer and sent a jolt of pleasure right to her abdomen. The next thing Anya knew was that Matthew's hands were on her hips, pulling her onto him with every thrust, going deep and fast.

In a tangle of arms around each other's bodies, fingers in each other's hair and tongues in each other's mouths they exchanged increasingly desperate moans and groans. The force of their consecutive orgasms had Anya and Matthew cling to each other, ride out every last wave of pleasure, every last clench of her pussy and every last jerk of his cock before they collapsed onto the couch.

#aph canada #hws canada #aph russia #nyo russia #ruscan #nyo ruscan #hetalia #aph ruscan #wfsn #shit I think I strained a finger writing this. but it was worth it <3 #I wrote this all in one go IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT HEADCANON THING #anyways. enjoy :D #riva.fanfic #riva.ask #wow I should write more about women having some fun

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E5; Chapter Five, The Flea and The Acrobat - [Pt. 4 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘔𝘳. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

With Dustin in the lead, we found ourselves stopped atop a hill, at what I assume is a scrapyard. Old vehicles like abandoned cars and buses scattered around the area.

Dustin came to a stop and looked around.

"Oh, no." He muttered.

"'Oh, no'? What's, 'Oh, no'?" Lucas asked in a panicked tone.

Dustin turned around to look at us.

"We're headed back home."

"What?" Even Mike seemed to be frustrated.

"Dustin, are you sure?" I ask, irritation and exhaustion creeping up on me.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Setting sun, right there." He pointed past us in the direction of the sky. "We looped right back around."

I sighed, shifting on my feet as I run a hand down my face.

"And you're just realizing this now?" Lucas snapped.

"Why is this all on me?"

"Because you're the compass genius!"

"What do yours say?"

We all checked our compasses, mine was wobbly but nevertheless, pointing North.

Lucas, Mike and I all spoke at once.

"North."

We all sighed, and Dustin began slowly pacing, looking off into the distance deep in thought.

"Makes no damn sense."

"Maybe the gate moved," Mike offered.

"No, I don't think it's the gate." Dustin began looking all around us. "I think it's something else screwing with the compasses."

"Maybe it's something here?"

As Mike spoke, I didn't fail to notice the look that crossed Lucas's face as he slowly turned to face El.

"No, it has to be like a super magnet." Dustin replied.

Lucas rose his hand and began pointing at El accusingly. "It's not a magnet. She's been acting weirder than normal. If she can slam doors with her mind, she can definitely screw up a compass."

El stood rooted in place, a look of guilt and fear in her eyes.

"Why would she do that?" Mike snapped.

"Because she's trying to sabotage our mission. Because she's a traitor!"

As much as I hated to admit it to myself, it was the only logical explanation we had. It could be all too easy for her to screw with our compasses after what she showed herself capable of.

I shook my head, ridding myself of the conclusions my brain wanted to jump to.

"Lucas, come on. Think about what you're saying. Why would-" I rested a gentle hand on Lucas's shoulder to try and calm him down, only for him to rip his arm from my touch.

"Enough, Y/n! I'm so sick of you defending her! You of all people should be more worried for Will."

"I am!" I snapped, feeling the anger, fear and confusion of all I've been carrying the past few days shoot up to the surface unexpectedly.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Just... Please. Hear her out."

Lucas never met my eye and only stomped towards the poor girl intimidatingly.

"Lucas, what are you doing?" Mike asked, following behind Lucas worriedly.

"You did it, didn't you? You don't want us to reach the gate. You don't want us to find Will." Lucas was in her face by now, and it as if the poor girl was on the verge of tears.

Dustin and I were toe in toe with the others and I walked up to Lucas, ready in case he decided to something rash.

Mike seemed to have the same idea.

"Lucas, come on, seriously, just leave her alone!"

"Admit it." Lucas spit.

"No." El muttered.

"Admit it!" We all jumped when Lucas began screaming.

He grabbed her right arm and examined her sleeve. There was a streak of shiny dark crimson on her sleeve.

Lucas swatted away her arm in disgust and frustration at the sight.

"Fresh blood. I knew it."

Dustin and I watched speechless as the boys began fighting.

"Lucas, come on!"

"I saw her wiping her nose on the tracks! She was using her powers!"

"Bull! That's old blood. Right, El?"

We all whipped our heads to El, waiting for her response.

At this point, she was fighting back tears, and her breath hitched.

"Right, El?" Mike asked again, less confident.

She began sobbing as she choked out her words.

"It's... not... it's not safe."

My stomach plunged as Dustin and I shared a look of worry and shock.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"What did I tell you? She's been playing us from the beginning!"

Lucas and Mike seemed to be having it out now and they wouldn't stop despite the many protests from either Dustin or I. My body seemed to have shut down, staring helplessly as my two best friends fight, at a complete loss for words from shock and knowing my words will make no difference.

"That's not true. She helped us find Will!"

"Find Will? Find Will? Where is he, then? Huh? I don't see him."

"Yeah, you know what I mean,"

"No, I actually don't. Just think about it, Mike. She could have just told us where the Upside Down was right away, but she didn't. She just made us run around like headless chickens."

With every word my body was feeling more and more on edge, my anxiety set in as I felt uncomfortable in my own skin at my friend's tearing each other apart. I started shifting back and forth, my hands rubbing the back of my neck.

Either Dustin noticed this, or he was sick of the fighting as well - or both for that matter - he stomped towards the boys and intervened.

"All right, calm down!"

"No! She used us, all of us! She helped just enough so she could get what she wants. Food and a bed. She's like a stray dog."

"Screw you, Lucas!"

"No! Screw you, Mike. You're blind... blind because you like that a girl's not grossed out by you. But wake up, man! Wake the hell up! She knows where Will is, and now she's just letting him die in the Upside Down."

"Shut up!"

"For all we know, it's her fault."

"Shut up."

"We're looking for some stupid monster... but did you ever stop to think that maybe she's the monster?"

'I don't want to believe it. I don't want to believe that El is the monster. I don't want my best friend to be missing, I don't want my friends to fight all the time. But at the same time, I can't afford to dismiss the possibility that maybe Lucas had a point. Not about her being a monster. No, that I refuse to believe, but her having something to do with everything that's been going on.'

What came next was a blur.

Mike couldn't take it anymore and lunged at Lucas, the boys toppled to the ground and began wrestling in the dirt. Dustin, El and I screaming at the top of our lungs for them to stop.

I looked to Dustin and El and back at the fighting boys. I ran to them attempting to pry Lucas off of Mike in a panic, knowing there was a big chance I'd get hit. But I didn't care and I couldn't stand by and do nothing.

"Enough! Please, stop! Just-"

I closed my eyes as I saw the blur of Lucas's hand strike me accidentally as he swung his arm back, ready to punch Mike. I felt the back of his fist collide with my nose and I fell back with a painful yelp.

I heard a shrill shriek and opened my eyes in time to see Lucas fly backward in the air about five feet and slide into an abandoned car door, lying unconscious.

I looked to Lucas in horror and ran to him, not caring about my gushing nose.

I dive in front of Lucas, trying to shake him awake.

The boys were right behind me.

"Lucas! Lucas, wake up! Lucas."

Nothing. I checked his head for injuries, my hand never leaving him as I look over my shoulder at El, horrified.

"What did you do?"

El stood rooted to the ground, sobs wracking her body as blood dripped down her nose. I could tell the guilty look in her eyes was genuine but I didn't have time to feel bad for her right now.

Lucas was my main priority. I turned my attention back to my friend.

Dustin and Mike were just as panicked as I was.

"Come on, wake up. Come on!" Dustin yelled.

"Come on, man. Lucas?" Mike muttered worriedly.

"Lucas? Lucas, come on!" I sniffled, weakly shaking him.

To my tremendous relief, Lucas slowly came to with a groan and his eyes fluttered open.

The three of us chuckled and laughed in relief. The weight in my lungs and heart were lifted at the sight

"Lucas." Mike let out in a shaky breath.

Lucas slowly sat up and blinked a few times, processing what just happened.

"Lucas, you okay?" Mike asked.

There was no response from our friend.

Dustin spoke up shakily as he held up three fingers.

"Lucas... Lucas, how many fingers am I holding up? Lucas, how many fingers?"

Mike began reaching forward towards Lucas's head, already one step ahead of me.

"Let me see your head." He offered gently, he was cut short went Lucas angrily shoved Mike's hand away.

"Get off of me!" He grunted, struggling to stand up.

"Lucas, come on, you could be hurt. Let us help." I try, my voice soft reaching for his shoulder.

He pushed my arm away in anger as he stood up, storming past me.

"I said, get off of me!" I detected a hint of fear in his voice this time and less anger, making me more sympathetic than angry at him.

Mike began to chase after him but Dustin and I seem to have the same thought as we both caught each of his arms

"Let him go."

I watched sorrowfully as my friend left without us.

"Man, let him go."

We all shared a somber silence when suddenly Mike spoke up.

"Where is El?"

I looked to where she had been standing previously only to find no one else in sight.

Mike's breathing increased and he began shouting for her.

"El! El!"

"Eleven!" Dustin had joined in.

I stood frozen, my voice failing me. I looked around me as hopelessness sunk in and solidified into guilt. The icy wind whipped my collar as the desperate voices of my friends was lost to the wind.

She was gone.

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[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter eight - “hovel, sweet hovel”

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word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n arrive the shelter and take a look at what it has to offer.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: what would you like to see happen next? let me know! (p.s. this is what i pictured the shelter/hovel to look like)

"I think this is it," Bucky said, looking forward at the structure in front of them.

"That's the 'shelter?'" Y/N huffed, hopelessly annoyed.

They had been walking and jogging on and off for forty-five minutes straight. Her feet killed.

"We're... gonna die."

"We are not gonna die, Y/N."

"Look at it! That is a hovel!"

"Well, inside's better than outside," Bucky retorted. "At least no one will see us if we're in there. It looks abandoned, they'll assume it actually is.”

She sighed and followed behind Bucky into the shelter. It was a one story stone structure that looked so old and weathered. It... looked like a shed. An old ass stone shed. She briefly wondered if Wakanda had a storm season because she was almost certain this thing wouldn't withstand it.

The door let out an anticipated squeak, and she was just as disappointed to see the inside as she was the outside. Bucky put the bags down and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah... this... isn't great..."

It was just as small as it seemed. And empty. Mostly. There were a few withered shelves with dusty pots and bowls, and an even more withered attempt at a table. There was what looked like a furnace in one corner with old, rotted wood in it. The wooden floor creaked under their steps.

The whole place felt like a ghost: desolate, ancient, and lonely. Except for one peculiar thing...

"Bucky?" she beckoned.

"Hm?"

(Y/N) hadn't noticed it when she first entered, but in the middle of the table sat a small, shiny, black panther figurine. It posed on all fours, looking ferociously up at her. It looked so out of place in contrast of the eternal layer of dust on everything else.

"What is this?" she asked reaching for the one thing that didn't match.

When her hand wrapped around it, energy surged into her skin. It felt almost... alive.

"(Y/N) what-" Bucky was cut off by a sound that startled them both.

In the corner across from the furnace, a section of the floor starting moving. Wood on wood on stone was not a good sound. Nonetheless, in mere seconds, there was an opening, and if (Y/N) leaned forward, she could see stairs!

Both of them remained still, feet planted on the creaky floor. They immediately looked at each other.

"What did you do?"

"I'm... not sure. I think I opened it."

(Y/N) smirked.

"What?" Bucky asked, confusion clearly evident in his tone.

"I should've known," (Y/N) shook her head. "Shuri wouldn't have led us here unless there was something more."

She held the panther figurine as she walked towards the opening.

"Wait," he grabbed her arm. "We don't know that Shuri knew that was here. What if it's a trap?"

"A trap from who? I don't think anyone knows we're here except Shuri."

"I don't know. J-Just let me go first."

"Alright. After you, oh wise one," she acquiesced, voice sarcastic but endearing all the same.

Bucky tried to suppress a chuckle. "Smartass. You're the wise one."

She tried to go down the stairs, letting him go first, but apparently that wasn't enough.

"Wait, just let me go look around and I'll holler when it's all good."

"Holler? Who says holler?"

"Me. Wait here."

"Fine," she made a show of pointedly plopping down on the top step, still and waiting as he requested.

It only took about ten seconds.

"Woah..." his voice came from far away.

"What is it?!" (Y/N) leaned forward.

"You were right! Come down, you gotta see this!"

She wasted no time... and standing beside Bucky, her jaw dropped.

"Holy..."

Beneath the ground was a significantly larger, way more modernized, and highly advanced survival shelter. All equipped with smaller versions of a table, chairs, and cabinets, along with a compact freezer and miniature stove, a chest, a closet, and two sets of bunk beds. Everything was clean and looked in optimal condition. There was even a rug.

"Shuri definitely didn’t leave you with nothing," Bucky commented, still taking it all in.

"-us with nothing," she corrected, retreating back up to the shed to get the bags.

-

Later in the day, (Y/N) got a handle on the panther key and how to use it to open and close the entryway to the bunker. Once she figured it out, she kept it closed, ensuring their concealment and maximizing their safety.

Bucky had found his way into the closet, listing off the contents to (Y/N) who sat on the floor, back up against one of the bunk bed legs. She was exhausted. Her body had been assaulted by adrenaline and strenuous mortal-danger-physical-activity. Bucky seemed to be fine, though. Curse that super soldier serum. His energy was always so high.

"...oh, and here's the bedding stuff. I don't know what this is, though."

(Y/N) lethargically leaned her head over to get a good view of the closet.

She chuckled. "That's a space heater...Oh! And next to it - that's a portable AC. Makes sense. I doubt they could get electric or plumbing out here."

And her head rolled back to center, eyes closing, body exhausted.

Bucky seemed to notice. "Hey, if you're tired, I can make the beds...or at least yours if you wanna sleep now."

(Y/N) stretched her legs straight out in front of her. "No, that's okay."

She wasn't about to force her one armed friend to make a bed for her. That's just rude. Especially after he carried those bags. She felt bad; she wished she had done more.

"Nah, I don't mind. It's not like I got anything else to do," he insisted, bringing the bedding over.

(Y/N) stood, body internally complaining in aching protest. She didn't really have the energy to expertly persuade him.

"Buck, it's fine." Her voice was faint.

He didn't even stop to hesitate, seemingly determined on the task. She thought it better to just give up and let him do his thing since he was so set on it. However, the sheet was fitted and there were pillow cases, not really one-arm friendly assets. He was struggling... very clearly. (Y/N) felt even worse.

He started moving quicker, frustration jerking his arm in quick, irritated bursts as he was trying to get the sheet to stay. There was still no success.

She stepped forward gently. "Bucky..."

"Damn it!" he hissed, slamming his hand on the bed frame before forcefully standing up. His hand went to his forehead, rubbing his eyes in disappointment.

(Y/N) was a statue. She had never seen him mad before; she had no idea what to do. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't scared, she just wasn't sure what to say.

"Can't fuckin' do anything," he muttered under his breath.

She finally moved forward. "Hey, forget the bedding, it doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does," he turned. "We're hiding from a collapsed regime and I can't even make a damn bed. Plus you've done so much for me, I just wanted to help with something. I just wanted to be able to do something."

Oh. Suddenly, his anger was gone. It was replaced with a miserable helplessness. It made her chest tight; she needed to fix this.

"Buck, you don't owe me anything. I'm here because I wanted to help, not because I was expecting anything in return. And I don't know what you've been paying attention to, but I watched you carry the majority of those - heavy - bags the entire way here while simultaneously figuring out the way to the shelter while my brain was momentarily smooth. You were the voice of reason in that chaos we just escaped from, and it's a damn good thing you were so calm because I don't know if I could have handled the panic of the both of us."

"You could've," he murmured. "And I wasn't calm, I'm just used to this. I was trained for situations like this."

No, she wasn't going to lose to deflection.

"Regardless, you were a huge help. Seriously."

He still didn't look convinced.

"In fact, I feel more safe here with you than I would with Shuri and the Queen. You're like a super soldier body guard."

A look washed over his face that (Y/N) couldn't quite place. He looked at her quizzically, like he was trying to figure something out.

"You... feel safer with me?"

"That's what I said, yes."

"You're not like... worried about..."

"The Winter Soldier? No."

He sighed. "How can you be so sure? You have no idea if or when I might... you know."

"We are literally the only people here, and I don't plan on saying the trigger words. So unless you plan on saying them, I don't really think we have anything to worry about. And, even if you did 'you know,' you could definitely get away with it and no one would find the body."

He turned bright red. "What?!"

"I'm kidding! Sorry. But Bucky, you've been doing so well with me and Shuri, and honestly the Hydra programming might not even be there anymore."

"But we don't know for sure!"

"Bucky..." she pleaded, turning her head slightly as to say what is this about?

"I can't trust my own mind," he sighed looking at the floor. "I just don't wanna do anything bad. It's just - weird that you don't seem to be worried at all."

"Why is that?"

"Everyone sees me as a monster."

The room was dead silent. He wasn't looking at her, but if (Y/N) looked at him any harder, she was sure she'd burn a hole through his head. How could anyone see this man as a monster? Logically, she understood what other people saw. But personally, she couldn’t find it in her to perceive him like that. It just didn’t work. All she could find was gentleness, compassion, and sincerity.

"I can't see you as something you're not," she said, whisper soft. "I don't care if you hands are 'scarred from murder' or however you said it a few sessions ago. I trust them entirely."

He finally looked up at her, his face filled with something she couldn't quite place. It looked a bit like disbelief and then it changed into relief and then something else entirely. A slow smile crept up on his lips.

"...hand."

"What?"

"My hand. Singular. Not hands."

A deep, deep smile - to match the one on Bucky - grew on her face just before the pair started cracking up ridiculously. Perhaps this was an odd way of releasing the tension, fear, frustration, and exhaustion of the day. Nevertheless, laughter was cathartic. It was so cathartic that eventually (Y/N) could hardly catch her breath and Bucky's stomach hurt. This went on for several minutes.

In time, they both calmed down. She didn't remember when exactly it happened, but they were both sitting on the floor now. They sat in between the two bunk beds, facing one another, each back leaning against a respective bedpost.

The atmosphere was different now, but not in a bad way. It felt like 2 a.m. at a sleepover, when the conversations get drowsily deep, with slow voices and honest confessions. It was heavy eyelids and low inhibitions.

A fresh wave of exhaustion washed over her. She let her head fall slack against the bedpost, resting.

"Bucky, what were sleepovers like in the forties?" she asked softly, eyes closing ever so delicately. 

"Well," he started, getting into a story of his past with Steve and the couch cushions.

And that's how she fell asleep. Sitting on the floor, leaning against a bunk bed, and listening to his voice fade out into the background of her consciousness.

If only she knew how she would wake up: laying comfortably on one of the beds, with one blanket on top of her and another below her because he couldn't get the sheet to cooperate. With the pillowcase carefully draped atop the pillow instead of enveloping it because that's what one hand would allow. With the bed next to her being slept in with no blanket because he used his as the replacement for the sheet he couldn’t get to cooperate.

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[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

Rating: M

Trigger/content warnings: Alcohol, bar setting, angst, implied car sex

Spoilers: Lead

Evocations: XX

Olivia stood in the shadows near the entrance of the bar, taking the opportunity that the last few days of working hadn't afforded. Across the room sat Alexandra, downing lime cocktails; the blonde that, until the afternoon three days prior, she hadn't laid eyes on in four years.

"I wasn't drafted. Jack asked me."

She supposed that she should be angry that it had taken three years and Jack McCoy to get Alexandra to show her face again. But as she stood taking her in, the only thing she felt was a deep sense of relief.

"That was a great thing you did," Olivia said when she stepped up next to the ADA.

"You mean pull my head out of my ass?" Cabot quipped, tipping ice into her mouth.

"Oh, c'mon now," Liv smirked, sliding onto the seat next to her, "you must've known your whole high-powered Bureau Chief thing was never going to fly down here in the gutters with the riffraff."

"I had time to get used to the easy win over the moral high ground," Alex agreed. "Drink?"

"Can't," the brunette shrugged, curling dark hair behind one ear, "I'm driving."

"Since when do you rent in the city?"

"It's not a rental; I own it."

Alexandra's eyes widened around the crunch of ice between her teeth. "You bought a vehicle?"

Liv nodded, her gaze sliding to the countertop as Alex motioned for another drink. "You didn't call," she said quietly, swallowing against her rising emotions.

A blink would've missed the miniscule wince that flickered across Alexandra's face. She cleared her throat. "It wasn't personal," was her answer, "I haven't spoken to anyone . . . from before."

Before, and after. No matter what happened since or going forward, those were the two books that everything was measured against, for Alex.

Olivia took an unsteady breath. "Not personal. Alex - "

"Olivia," Alex interrupted, "please don't."

Liv's eyes filled with tears of which she was immediately ashamed. "So that's just it, then?"

"We have to work together."

"Oh." The brunette's gaze sharpened. She nodded curtly. "You're right." She stood abruptly, and walked away in the same direction she had approached from.

The spot where she had parked the convertible was dark, and the lot big and empty as Olivia crossed it, digging in the pocket of her jacket for the keys. She was still only halfway to the car when her ears pricked at the sound of a second set of hurried steps behind her. All her muscles tightened as she strangled the keys in her hand and closed the last distance.

Alexandra stopped short about ten feet from the driver's door and let out a low whistle. "When you do something, you really do something," she commented of the vehicle.

Turning to face the blonde again, Liv crossed her arms over her chest and didn't respond. The cool night wind ruffled the blouse just inside the ADA's jacket as she sighed and looked skyward above the rim of her dark glasses.

"What do you want me to say, Liv?"

"You could have at least told me you were out of the program."

"I didn't talk about it with anyone! I came back and started again as if it was just another move in the program. Jesus! I was engaged over a year and even they didn't know anything about Valez and Connors!"

The more Alexandra tried to explain, the more nauseous Liv got. At the idea of her being engaged to someone else, Olivia lurched unsteadily and tried with bleary vision to find the key that would unlock the car. As Liv turned to slot the key in the lock, Alex strode forward and slammed her hand onto the shiny black chrome door, her body pushing into the brunette's space.

"Don't you get it, Liv?! I'm not the same person that I was!"

"The hell you're not," Olivia hissed, and bit her lip that dared to tremble.

"I'm not! Six and a half years I spent on the run, leaving half-lived lives in my wake! I still never feel safe or grounded anywhere. I drop people, jobs - everything - at a moment's notice. That's not what I originally promised you. That's not what you deserve."

"Your engagement?" Liv asked quietly.

"I ended it."

"The job you took for Jack?"

"I only agreed because he said it would be temporary."

Olivia's breathing was thin and ragged. "So if he hadn't asked . . you were just never going to see me again? Never going to pick up the phone and call?"

Alexandra closed her eyes, stilled in the night air. The scent of Liv's shampoo was just under her nose; the bodyheat of her anxiety thrumming just warm enough that the blonde could feel it filling the space between them.

This time when she spoke, her voice betrayed her and broke. "I don't know. Forever is so long. Six years hasn't changed the fact that all I really want is to fuck you on the hood of this sinfully hot car."

Liv sniffed and chuckled. "I don't know if Dolly would approve."

"Dolly?"

"The car."

"Mm. I should have guessed," Alex nodded knowingly and then turned her head just enough to press her lips to the feverish skin of Olivia's neck. "How does this thing do on the open road?" she rumbled.

Liv pressed back into Alex's kiss and murmured, "Tell me where you want to go, Counselor."

.

.

The rhythm of the waves hitting the shore of Fort Tilden beach was calming. The sound snuck softly into the backseat of the convertible parked on the shoulder of a sandy dune covered in scrub grasses. Across the back seat, Alex and Olivia spooned nude, under a blanket made of their jackets.

Both women were soothed, somewhat, now that they had claimed one another's bodies again; proving to themselves and one another that time couldn't take everything from them.

Liv curled her fingers tighter against the fingers of Alexandra's hand around her own and brought them closer to her mouth. "How many other women have you loved, in your six years?" she asked quietly.

The blonde pressed her warm body into Liv's and rested her chin at her shoulder so that her mouth when she spoke was just above Liv's ear.

"None," she said simply.

Liv turned, struggling to see Alex's face, her brown eyes wide.

"That surprises you?" Alex smiled, "Why? Men are easy, if all I need is sex. I don't pursue women unless I want emotion - and I haven't had the space for that in six years."

Olivia took a breath that reached all the way to the bottom of her lungs and felt something deep inside her loosen in selfish, strange relief.

"What about you?" Alex turned the question back curiously. "Have you bedded yourself a team of blondes in my long absence?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Liv chuckled, wrinkling her nose.

"Mm - I didn't really think so, although ..."

"What?"

"I often wondered if I would come back and find you and Elliot married with a few of those little Catholic children he's so fond of," she admitted.

Another strange alcove in the hidden parts of Olivia startled and throbbed at Alex's words, but the brunette wasn't about to trot out her feelings on the subject.

They wouldn't run away together. They would likely never have the life they had originally intended to share together. But they had whatever it was between them that made it easy to reconnect. They had this intimacy that compelled them into each others' depths.

Liv listened to the ocean crash and turned beneath Alex, taking one of her hands and pushing it over the rise of her pelvis invitingly. "Again," she murmured, licking a short warm line with her tongue over the salt-sweet skin of the blonde's neck.

With a contented sigh, Alex moved her fingers lightly and kissed Liv's mouth.

"Yes," she assented.

TBC

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[nonstoplover]

happily ending catastrophies ~ Fred Weasley

summary: Fred is accidentally (and fortunately) at the right place in the right time, and is able to save a muggle girl's life.

pairing: Fred Weasley x muggle (female) reader

words: 5K

meaning of: (y/h/c) means 'your hair colour'

(kinda) warnings: (1) this plays after the war and Fred lives, because i refuse to accept anything else; (2) i'm not from the UK so excuse the possible mistakes i made about the underground; (3) also there are a couple time jumps, i didn't want to drag it for too long and had quite a few ideas i wanted to write

a/n: this was an idea born whilst i was studying for this year's most difficult exam at uni lol but i thought it was worth giving a shot so here it goes xx

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(y/n) wakes up to the sweet scent of some kind of flower filling up her nose and lungs. Despite the panging in her head she cracks her eyes open to find the source, though as soon as she takes in the totally unfamiliar room around her, the flower immediately gets forgotten.

What the hell?

She frowns, pushing her upper body up on her elbows to get a better look around. She has never seen this room ever before. Or has she? Suddenly she's not so sure as a foggy memory appears in her mind. Her glance travels across the cardboard boxes beside the wall on the floor, piled high on top of each other, then a desk, a wardrobe, arriving to the bedside table that has a lamp and several strange things - looking like some foreign country's small candies in colourful wrapping - on the wooden surface.

Sitting up fully she tries to move her legs to place them on the floor, but finds that it's much harder than it usually is - than it should be. All her attention turn to her legs now and the weird feeling that surrounds her left leg she hasn't noticed before. Carefully she lifts the covers that wrapped her body in a warm embrace to see what's wrong with her leg. A gasp leaves her lungs right away as her eyes fall on the cast wrapped around it from her knees straight to her toes.

In that exact moment the door slowly opens and her eyes snap towards the entering figure - a flaming red haired young man - whilst her fingers scramble to get the blanket back on her lower body, hiding the lack of clothing she's wearing as she's in nothing else but her underwear.

"Ah, you're awake! How are you?" He asks when his eyes connect with hers and slightly widen.

And his voice brings back everything. Literally everything to her mind about how she got here, all the memories flashing by in front of her inner eyes.

- - - - - - - flashback - - - - - - -

Friday the 13th. The day of misfortune and disasters. (y/n) huffs as she makes her way down the street towards the underground station to go back to her apartment. Now she knows this fact from experience.

She woke up a bit late that morning and didn't have time to drink her usual morning coffee in the comfort of her home, so she had to wait until her first break at work to drink one. When she just finished brewing a cup for herself in the small kitchen at her work, the handle of her favourite mug she kept in there broke and the now handle-less mug full of the brown beverage fell to the ground and shattered to a thousand tiny pieces, and if it wasn't already bad enough, the coffee splashed on her white shirt, colouring it light brown and leaving a wet stain behind all across her chest.

After that she managed to get through the day quite normally, right until 3pm, when her boss called her in to his office.

"The company is facing a hard time," his voice still echoes inside her head, making her shiver in sadness and anger. "I'm sorry, (y/n), the performance you showed us in the past two years was truly great, but you gotta understand that I have to decrease the number of employees. And that unfortunately includes you. I'm sorry."

If the way she worked was actually 'truly great', then why do they fire her and not someone else?

Well, probably her boss told the exact same thing to everyone he kicked out today, she thinks, but it doesn't help at all - it doesn't get her her job back.

So half an hour ago she packed everything in a box and set off to go back home, mentally raging about the cursed day. She has never believed in any superstition like this, but today she's changed her mind. Maybe all these things are true.

And that's when the next string of catastrophies starts.

As she's moving along the pavement next to the tracks at the station, the heel of her shoe breaks and she stumbles, her box flying away from her grip, all the contents of it scattering all over the ground. (y/n) tries gaining her balance back, taking a couple steps back, but the pavement disappears from under her feet as she reaches the edge, completely unaware of it.

She falls back, down to the tracks, and an impossible pain shoots up from her left leg as she lands, the air totally knocked out from her lungs. As she tries catching her breath, her hands move to lay flat on the ground so she can push herself up, but the world around her seems like it's spinning and she feels too weak to move a single muscle in her body.

Everything decelerates into slow motion and she glances around to see what she could do when something bright catch her eyes. A shiny warm yellow circle in the distance, getting slightly bigger and bigger with every second. She observes it carefully, thinking about how pretty it looks as she wonders what it might be. It only takes a second or two for her mind to catch up and suddenly she's more than aware that a train comes towards her and she's not capable to do anything to stop the collision from happening.

Friday the 13th.

Out of nowhere she feels a presence next to her, and just as she turns her head that way to see what's going on and her eyes fall on locks of bright red hair and a freckled face, the man has already grabbed her arm and with a fierce pull hoisted her up to a standing position. It feels like her arm is ripped out from her body, for a moment even the unstoppable hurting from her leg fades out to give space for the one in her upper body and she gasps before everything goes black.

- - - - - - - end of flashback - - - - - - -

The following events go by as a dozen of blurry pictures (y/n) can't make out in her mind and she blinks a couple times to get back to the present, to reality. She focuses on the redhead again, the last person she clearly remembers seeing.

"Where am I?" Her voice comes out hoarse and quiet and she clears her throat, waiting for his answer, knowing how she behaves quite rude completely ignoring his question, but she just can't help it.

She hasn't a clue where they could be, she's never seen a place like this in her entire life. It's obvious it's not a hospital. And after what happened it's just as obvious that she needs hospital treatment.

"The Burrow," he replies with a small smile playing on his lips.

And though she thought his answer would help clear some of the fog inside her head, it only confuses her more. Fred bites back the chuckle that threatens to burst from him seeing her cute frowning expression and waits for her to ask again, knowing it'll soon happen.

"The what?" The girl speaks up again, her voice now much clearer.

"My family home."

The confusion still stays on her face, and Fred truly can't blame her for it - who wouldn't be distraught after waking up in a stranger's home? Still, seeing the same expression he first ever saw on her face brings him back to the Tube station in London.

- - - - - - - Fred's flashback - - - - - - -

He's rushing down the stairs to catch the apparently soon arriving underground train, cursing his twin brother under his breath for winning the bet that resulted in the usage of any and every magical thing being forbidden for Fred for this whole week. Now he has to run errands adjusting to the timetables of muggle public transport and he's running out of time. Everything takes so much more time in the muggle world, and in the past few days he's grown to appreciate being born into the world of magic more than ever.

Arriving next to the tracks he catches sight of a dozen or so people there and relief fills his body. So the train hasn't left yet. He slows down to a walking pace and tries to catch his breath, and that's when he notices something weird about the people, something he has never seen in the past days when he used the Tube. They're all moving closer to each other, slowly making a tight circle, all of them looking in the same direction, as if something was on the tracks.

Curiosity rises in Fred and he makes his way to the edge of the crowd, standing on his toes to tower over it and glance down. His eyes immediately fall on a young woman lying there, one of her legs twisted in an abnormal way. She's looking to the side, towards the tunnel from where the train should arrive any minute now. Her expression displays confusion and slight fear, but her breathtaking beauty is still obvious, and it makes his heart skip a beat. His eyes slowly turn to where she's looking and he can see the light that swiftly grows brighter and brighter inside the usually dark tunnel, but his mind can't comprehend what he sees as all his thoughts are still only about the gorgeous woman lying there.

"The train's coming!" Somebody in the crowd shouts and that's what wakes Fred from his daze. His head snaps back and forth from the tunnel to the girl a couple times, so fast it's a miracle his neck doesn't break.

His body moves before he can fully think about his actions and suddenly he's pushing people away to make a path for himself in the crowd and he jumps down to the tracks. He hears a couple gasps from behind him, even a couple voices trying to inform him again and again that the train is actually soon there, but he doesn't care. All he focuses on is the task in front of him.

Squatting down he grabs one of the woman's arms and drapes it around his shoulder, standing up again as fast as he can, pulling her with him a bit harsher than he intended. She lets out a gasp in obvious pain, but he knows there's no time to be more gentle. Both of his arms move around her, one around her shoulder blades and one around the backs of her thighs to lift her up bridal style as he knows one of her legs is broken and she can't stand on it. And he's thankful for his own speed and thoughtful actions as he feels her body go limp as she faints.

The head-splittingly loud sound of a horn fills the air just as he turns around, signalling that they were noticed by the people on the train. As he takes the first few steps back towards the pavement he glances up, seeing two or three men already there bending down with their arms stretching in his direction. Fred quickens his pace as much as he's able to and practically throws the woman in the waiting hands, helping them pull her up by pushing her body from under, the screeching of brakes, iron on iron being the only sound that can be heard.

He stays on the tracks until he's completely sure that she's safe, than he grabs the edge of the pavement and swiftly pushes himself up, crawling on the cold surface until his legs are lying there as well. He feels a breeze moving against his back as the train arrives to the station, but he doesn't care about it, neither the cheering that erupts from the people around him, celebrating his heroic act, not even the burning feeling in his muscles from being strained. He just pushes himself up and stumbles to the woman, falling back down on his knees to be able to get a better look of her.

From up close he can see how she's even younger than he has thought, probably close to his age. She's obviously falling in and out of unconsciousness every other second. The word 'ambulance' enters his ears from the people around them, and he finds himself with a new task ahead of him. Somehow he has to get the girl away from this place and back to the shop so he can take her to the Burrow. Muggle hospital treatment isn't enough now, the wizarding world offered much better methods of healing. His mother will know what to do.

- - - - - - - end of Fred's flashback - - - - - - -

"And why am I here?" (y/n) continues asking.

"You broke your leg."

"Yeah, I figured, but shouldn't I be in a hospital then?" She tilts her head, raising an eyebrow.

"This is better than a muggle hospital," the young man shrugs.

"Mu... a what?"

"Ah, sorry. Slipped out," he let out a small chuckle, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

Here comes the moment he dreaded. When he has to explain the existence of magic and the wizarding world to a completely clueless person and trying to do that without making a complete fool out of himself in front of the angel-like girl when she won't believe him - which he's sure she'll do.

"Wait, who are you? I don't even know your name," she speaks up again. "And how could I truly thank you for saving my life if I don't know even that?"

"There's no need to thank me," Fred protests.

"Of course there is!" (y/n) squeals as loudly as her weakened state allows. "Not everyone would jump down to the tracks when there's a train coming to save a complete stranger."

"Yeah, well, true," he mumbles, thinking back to how nobody did anything for her, anger filling his veins. Then he clears his throat, shaking his head to get rid of the negative thoughts and to focus on the girl again. "I'm Fred. Fred Weasley."

"Thank you for all you did, Fred. I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)," she sticks her hand out and a smile makes it's way to Fred face, matching the one on hers as he steps closer to shake her hand.

- - - - - - - 2 months later - - - - - - -

"I'm absolutely fine, Freddie, stop acting like I'm made of porcelain. I'm totally able to walk down the stairs on my own two feet," (y/n)'s giggling voice fills the air on the second floor of the Burrow when the redhead gently pulled her arm around his neck as he's done so many times in the past weeks.

"Alright, alright, I get it," Fred puts his hands up in surrender, backing away as laughter erupts from his throat and he turns his head away to hide the blush forming on his cheeks from the nickname she used.

Unfortunately he only gets completely face to face with his smirking twin brother who winks his way before pushing past him, a knowing chuckle sounding from him as he rushes downstairs, past (y/n), who follows him right away, only a bit slower, with Fred's careful, watching eyes trained on her back.

"See? I told you," the girl glances back at him over her shoulder after arriving downstairs, not stopping on her way to the dining table, only to stumble in a shoe someone left in the way. Fred immediately reaches out to grab her elbow and stop her from falling. From the strength of his attentive pull on her arm, instead of flying to the ground she crashes into his chest.

"I don't know, I'm not so sure," he teases, looking down with a smirk playing on his lips.

(y/n) moves her head up to connect her eyes with his, and Fred glances around her face, taking in the pink colour of her skin on her cheeks caused by the embarrassment of almost falling, then as his eyes reach the sight of her lips, he suddenly becomes almost too aware of how close the two of them actually are, and the breath hitches in his throat.

"Come on, kids, dinner's gonna get cold!" Molly's voice breaks the moment they shared and (y/n) regains balance, then gently pushing the boy away she turns around and limps the rest of the way to the dining table.

All of the Weasleys are already sitting there, watching the two of them appear in sight, and (y/n) has to bite back a giggle, still not used to the seemingly infinite number of redheads, all smiling wide and sweet at her. George pulls the chair she has always sat on ever since she was able to get downstairs out for her, offering a helping hand knowing that it's harder to sit down with only one properly working leg. Fred reaches out for her other arm just as she makes contact with George's hand, and the two of them don't let go until she's stopped moving.

She glances back and forth between the two boys sitting on either side of her, rolling her eyes at how overly protective both of them behave, when she's already told them hundreds of times that she's able to get by on her own.

The meal is delicious and the company is entertaining, just like it has always been since (y/n) stepped foot into the Burrow. Conversation flows without a hitch, only the occasional laughter breaking it for a second or two, and the (y/h/c) girl finds it hard to think about the inevitable - the moment that's coming fast, the moment when she has to leave these people and go back to her normal life. The Weasleys has become like a second family for her, and she fears that if she walks out that door, she'll never see them again. They're living a different life, in a completely different world. Their paths most likely will never cross again. She tries to brush off the sad thoughts, knowing that she'll have all the time to mope and grieve when she's back in her (ordinary and plain) flat on her own.

As she's helping Molly clean the dishes after the family finishes dinner, (y/n) pauses for a moment to glance at the redhaired woman. "Thank you for letting me stay here and for taking such good care of me."

"Oh, sweetie, you're more than welcome. It's our pleasure to have you here."

"That's true," Ginny chimes in with a joyful grin on her face as she places another dirty plate in front of her mother. "Your presence brightened up our boring lives."

"Boring?" (y/n) lets a loud laugh escape her throat. "Your lives are nothing even close to boring. Everything around here is breathtaking and spectacular."

"Is it though?"

"Try living my life for a week or so, and you'll know what boring really means," she shakes her head, the different memories and thoughts swiftly filling her mind as she turns around to lean the small of her back against the counter top, her eyes instantly connecting with Fred's, who's still sitting at the table, shamelessly watching her with searching eyes.

"I still can't believe there's a whole world of wizards and witches that we have absolutely no clue about. It makes me wonder how many things are there that's hidden from us. And it makes me scared how clueless we all are in the muggle world."

(y/n)'s only able to stand the intensity of his gaze for a couple seconds before she has to turn her head away, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks and heat them up. She swallows, only hoping that it stays unnoticed by the boy, but when she finally dares to glance back for the shortest of moments, she catches sight of a small smirk playing on his lips and she knows that nothing has gone unnoticed by him. Clearing her throat she tries to find something else to say, speaking the first words that come to her mind.

The newly learned word still rolls uncertainly from her tongue, not sure if she says it correctly, but when her restlessly moving eyes accidentally catch Fred's again, she sees a new kind of glint sparkling in his eyes, and it's enough to let her know that she used it correctly.

"It's not your fault," Ginny places a hand probably destined to be reassuring on the older girl's shoulder. "We're just too good at hiding it."

The two of them share a laugh, and unbeknownst to (y/n), it turns the shape of Fred's eyes into something that very much resembles a heart. His own heart flutters at the sound, the temperature of the room suddenly feeling too hot for him to bear, and he abruptly kicks his chair back, standing up and swiftly moving out of the house to get some fresh air and somehow try to cool the fire that's burning inside of his chest.

(y/n)'s eyes follow him, an eyebrow raised in question, deep in her thoughts right until the door closes shut again behind the boy. The sudden noise brings her back to the present and she shakes her head to get rid of the things running around in her head.

"Anyway, I gotta go upstairs and pack. I really have to go back home now," she sighs, pushing her body away from the counter.

"I'll come help you," Ginny immediately offers, hurrying after her.

Two and a half hours and a heart wrenching goodbye later (y/n) and Fred come to a stop outside her apartment's door, both of them feeling a previously never felt sadness fill their hearts.

All (y/n) can think of is flashing images of the flaming red haired boy. The way he sat at the edge of the bed she was lying in, telling her everything about the wizarding world. The way he lifted her up so effortlessly as if she weighed nothing to bring her downstairs when she was unable to walk in the first weeks. The way he walked her around the house and the garden, showing her everything and explaining things to her, adjusting to her extremely slow pace without a word. The way he showed her multiple of the products he and his twin brother sell in their shop, sometimes only speaking of their effects, other times even showing her, not caring with the fact it caused something inconvenient for himself as long as he made her laugh - which she did so many times and so hard that it made her sides hurt. The clothes he let her have when winter set in and her own became too thin to keep her warm, and the way the material smelled like him. The lingering touches of his calloused fingertips against the skin of her cheeks when he thought she was fast asleep - when in fact she was completely awake, fighting back the urge to press her face further into his touch.

In the meantime all Fred can think of is flashing images of the gorgeous muggle girl. The genuine curiosity that sparkled in her eyes whenever he told her about the world he's living in, the endless amount of questions she's asked him about anything and everything, the pure interest she showed from the first time he told her about the existence of magic. The way she bonded with each and every member of the Weasley family, finding a common thing with all of them and eventually making them all grow fond of her. The way she told him all about the muggle world and her own life, sharing all the details with him without hesitation - trusting him right away. The way his name rolled from her tongue - even more when she called him Freddie. The bubbling, loud laughter that erupted from her throat when he told her about the shop and all the pranks George and him did back in Hogwarts or when he showed her the products they now sell in the shop, the laugh that always made his heart skip a beat, the laugh he couldn't help but adore along with the fact that she seemingly didn't care the slightest bit how loud she is or how funny her laughter might sound. The way she looked in his clothes, always taking his breath away, making him wish nothing more in the rest of his life than to see that very sight every day as long as he lived - and possibly even after that.

"Well, thanks for getting me home," (y/n) points at the door behind her back as she looks up into his mesmerizing eyes. "And for jumping down in front of a train for me. And for letting me into your family home. And for taking care of me."

"It was the least I could do," Fred smiles sheepishly, his mind spinning, trying to come up with something to say that would keep the girl in his life.

"Bye, Freddie," she hesitates for a moment, then decides it doesn't matter anymore and leans in, pressing a soft kiss on his left cheek.

Fred's eyes flutter closed, heart bursting with the sudden feeling of love from both her lips touching his skin and the oh so loved nickname. He freezes, unable to think anything else than eight very important letters.

The girl moves back, fiddling with her keys to find the correct one, pushing it in the slot and turning it, gently shoving the door until it's wide open. She steps in, her eyes taking in the furniture and decoration she once loved but now finds unbelievably plain and mundane. A sigh escapes her lungs and she turns around to close the door - and wave once more the boy.

Fred still stands in the exact same spot, obviously not moving even the slightest bit since she backed away from him. (y/n) raises her hand to wiggle goodbye with her fingers at him whilst moving to close the door with the other hand, already feeling the tears blur her vision as she tries to take in the sight of him as best as she can to be able to remember him forever.

"Wait!" Fred exclaims, placing a palm flat against the wooden material to stop it before it fully closes.

This time (y/n)'s the one to freeze, hand pausing high in the air and she even holds back the breath in her lungs as she waits for him to continue.

"Can we meet again?"

Her eyes widen in surprise. She always thought that he'd never want to see her again. That he'd be happy to finally get rid of her and be able to continue his life as before. He wants to meet with her again?

"I... y-yes, of course," she stutters, heart stammering inside her ribcage so wild and loud, she's almost sure he can hear it.

The extremely wide smile that splits his face in two hearing her answer makes it impossible for her not to mirror it, her own lips curving on their own accord. Fred, feeling the previous nervous shyness evaporate from his body and the always present confidence fill his vein up again, takes a step closer to her, then another until he's right beside the door, gently pushing it wider open again. (y/n)'s hand on the door handle inside goes limp, and she lets it fall down to hang loose beside her body as Fred steps inside.

When he's so close that she can feel the breath coming from his nose reach the skin of her face, his lips open again to let out a whisper. "Can I kiss you?"

The already abnormal rhythm her heart beats in gets even more uneven, and her head moves in a nod as she breathes out the word 'yes'. Fred's eyes sparkle up even more, and his hands slowly start moving up, one reaching out to gently caress her cheek whilst the other wraps around the small of her back. Slowly, extremely slowly he leans down, pausing for a second just before their lips could touch, and as a wave of impatience rushes through the girl, she raises her head and presses her lips against his.

Fred lets out a muffled chuckle at her eagerness before tilting his head and snaking his arm further around her torso to pull her flush against his own body, his hand that's resting on her cheeks moving slightly further back until his fingers completely disappear in her (y/h/c) locks, his lips moving passionately against hers.

She completely melts into his touch, feeling like she's floating in the air, as if she's only dreaming. But when they both run out of oxygen and pull away to fill their lungs again, their foreheads pressing against each other in search of support and their eyes connecting without problem, looking deep into his beautiful brown orbs (y/n) grows sure right away that it's truly reality, not just a dream.

"I love you," he breathes in-between his quiet pants, but it's enough to make (y/n) totally dizzy as a love-struck grin spreads across her face.

And in that very moment they both know that their story is just starting.

.::the end::.

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(Usually I would've just answered your ask but I wrote out this whole thing before realizing how asks work and didn't wanna copy it jdhshs)

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Ahh thank you so much for the nice ask!! I usually don’t write female reader but since I hadn’t linked to my rules yet before you sent this ask I’ll make an exception! (Though to be honest, even though I've had a female reader in mind writing this, I feel like it just naturally came out gender neutral anyway... I hope that's alright!)

Jotaro, Mista & Josuke getting called late at night by their s/o whose being followed

Jotaro 🐬

Jotaro had stayed up until late at night once again, getting lost in his work

It was already after midnight when he finally got up from his desk, so when he got a call from you he knew something must be wrong

"Why are you calling so late? Is everything okay?"

You told him about what happened, and though you tried to keep your voice calm so he wouldn't be overly worried, he could pick up the panic in your tone.

"Don't worry, I'm coming to pick you up. Just keep walking, and keep talking to me, alright? Tell me what you see."

He did his best to rush over to you. Luckily he knew the city you were in quite well, and thanks to your descriptions, it took less than 20 minutes before he found you.

He immediately ran towards you, even stopping time to get to you quicker, holding you in a close embrace and comforting you as best as he could.

When he spotted the man behind you, he did his best to imprint his face into his mind. What you told him made it unmistakably clear that this wasnt someone with good intentions. Part of him wanted to knock that guy down right then and there, but he decided against it. You were more important.

On the way back home he made sure to hold your hand for almost the entire drive. You were so exhausted, physically and mentally, that you couldnt help but fall asleep.

When you finally arrived Jotaro picked you up and carried you to bed, calmly tucking you in before going back to his office

He finished cleaning his desk and quickly drew a sketch of your stalker with SP's help, before going to sleep as well

When you told him the next day you felt like you'd seen this man following you a few times already, he didn't hesitate to file a police report. He took the day off to spend it with you, taking you out to brunch and a walk on the beach, making sure to distract you as much as he could by telling you his favorite little fun facts about sea creatures, and even picking up a shiny seashell he found to gift to you later.

Josuke 💜

Josuke had been worried for some time now.

You told him you would make a trip into town that day and might not make it home until late at night, but it's been hours now since he started waiting for you to come back. No text, no call, nothing. This was so unlike you, and the longer time went on, the harder it got for him to stay distracted.

But finally, his phone rang - and it was you! Letting out a sigh of relief, he answered your call, only to start panicking once more.

You didn't even greet him, just let out a meek "Josuke?" You sounded scared.

"(Y/N)? I've been waiting for you to call! Where have you been?! Is everything ok? You sound worried..."

You told him you forgot time. Instead of going right home after finishing your errands you wanted to stroll through the city, but you got lost on the way. And on top of that you could swear the man behind you didn't just walk the same way by chance...

"Josuke, I'm scared..."

"Don't worry! I'm coming for you! For now, try to head somewhere with more people. I'll make some calls and then I'll immediatly call you back, ok? I won't be gone longer than five minutes."

He quickly called his friends and told them what's up, and they agreed to help. They all got on their bikes and drove to the city, splitting up to search for you, all while Josuke kept you on the phone, make sure you knew he was there for you.

Okuyasu found you first, doing his best to look even more intimidating than usual, and making it clear to everyone around that you were his friend. He texted the others and took you to their pre determined meeting spot, keeping an arm around your shoulder until the man that had been following you was finally gone.

When you reached the others tears welled in your eyes. Josuke was pacing around, worriedly, while Koichi was trying to calm down Rohan, who seemed stressed as well, and obviously annoyed by Josuke.

Seeing your friends all worried for you, and even Rohan being there... it warmed you up inside a bit.

You ran towards Josuke while calling out his name, the former immediately catching you in his arms.

"You're safe... oh god, I was so worried."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and wiped away your tears.

"Hey, hey, no need to cry! It's alright. You're safe. You're with me."

When you commented on the fact that Rohan was there, the mangaka's smile he had whole looking at you two turned into a frown and he started at the ground.

"Well, Koichi called me, and I still owed him a favor... besides, what kind of guy wouldn't help in a situation like this?!"

He was the only one with a car, so he drove you home, where you met with Josuke again.

You spent the rest of the evening watching an episode of your favorite comfort show, cuddled up close to your boyfriend, falling asleep next to him.

"No matter what you say, next time I'll make sure to come with you..."

Mista 🔫

You were out buying some new supplies for the gang. Until now you've always had someone along with you to make sure you're safe, but since nothing had happened for the past few months and you insisted on it, you went alone this time.

And of course, this was the day you should've taken someone along with you.

You'd finally gotten everything - it was a real drag to find the candy Narancia wanted for his birthday - you usually would've just gotten any other candy bar, but since it would be his birthday soon and he insisted these ones were the best, you went the literal extra mile and looked through every shop in the city you could think of.

By the time you'd finally found it the sun had already set, and when stepping out of the store and trying to make your way back, you realized you'd gotten completely lost.

You spent an hour wandering around the city, trying to find some kind of building or street you recognized, but it felt like you were running in circles. The exhaustion slowly got to you, and you wanted nothing but to lie down, yet you knew you had to stay strong.

After you arrived at the same street crossing yet again, you realized the man by the street lamp seemed more than familiar. You turned around and walked the other way, looking discreetly over your shoulder to realize you were indeed being followed.

Was it an enemy stand user? Someone who held a grudge against your boyfriend and the rest of the gang? Or just a creep who liked to follow young girls around at night? In any way, your first thought was to call your boyfriend.

"Honey bear? How are you baby? Have you eaten dinner already?"

"Huh? Oi, (y/n), what's up with the weird names?"

"Ah, so should I bring something for you? I can pick up some noodles on the way home ~"

"Hey,, you're acting kinda weird, is everything alright?"

"No, noo! It'll be just like that time two years ago. I got lost going shopping, remember? And then you picked me up and we had some noodles!"

That was enough for him. "So, you got lost and need me to pick you up, but can't say it outright, right?" "Yep!" "I'll be there in just a moment. OI, NARANCIA!"

The two ventured into town, and with Aerosmith's help they managed to find you quite quickly. They ran towards you, and you were more than relieved when you saw them come across the corner.

You rushed to his side and Mista took your hand, pointing his gun at the man following you.

Considering how quickly he ran away it must've just been some rando. Still, you were more than relieved to be with Mista again.

With how tired you were after the day, he offered to carry you on his back and you immediately accepted, holding closely onto him and burying your head on his shoulder.

You didn't refuse the opportunity and gave him a little peck on the cheek, letting you hear that laugh you so loved.

Together you three ventured home, when after some minutes something was off...

"Oi, Narancia? Weren't we supposed to go left here?" "No, I swear it's to the right!" "Hey, wait a minute, weren't we just at this lamppost?"

...you got lost again.

In the end Abbachio came to pick you three up, though not before getting annoyed by your shared idiocy.

Finally feeling at peace, you feel asleep next to Mista on the car ride. Though your life had gotten consistently more dangerous since you met him, you couldn't help but feel like whenever he was around, things were finally alright.

#jjba #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #guido mista #mista x reader #mista headcanons #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #part 4 jotaro #jotaro headcanons #josuke higashitaka #josuke x reader #josuke headcanons

[afandommultiverse]

One Night Lifetimes - Langris Vaude

word count - 4k

request - patpatlangit

warnings - Lime, no actual smut even though it says lemon juice, I'm sorry I got really tired and ended up making this 4k words and didn't have the brainpower or creativity to write smut, demand of abortion 

a/n - of course enjoy, and let me know about any spelling errors please! Again sorry there no team smut❤️

~~~

“Hey, Y/n, you’re glowing a bit, you okay?” Looking up from your food you stared at Vanessa questioningly. Her sudden odd question caught the attention of some of the others eating at the table. 

“Oh yeah! Did you do some new kind of body wash, Y/n? You’re shiny!” Asta exclaimed, stuffing his face as he looked at me for an answer, as did everyone else. 

“No… I haven’t changed anything in my schedule- or any of my products.” The only thing different from my life is… I couldn’t be? He wouldn’t be stupid enough… Everyone else continued to talk and speculate before someone finally asked the Captain for his opinion. 

“What do you think, Cap’n?” Yami eyed you up and down, his expression unreadable as he looked at you over his newspaper. Before going back to reading he folded to the next page saying;

“I know a thing or two about glowing women… I’ll call a good mage of mine to come to check you out.” 

***

“Any change in foods?” 

“Uhm, no not really.” 

“And you said you haven’t changed any bathing products?” 

“Yep.”

“No schedule changes?” 

“No.” 

“Well, then I’ll run a quick spell over ya’ and we should know what's wrong with you in a jiffy, Dearie.” The old woman smiled warmly, easing your anxious nerves and buzzing fingers, which played together tirelessly in your lap. The doctor's grimoire opened and the relief of her mana washed through your body, cleansing every cell leaving you with refreshed, rested bones and muscles overworked or exerted from missions with every touch, even the slight nausea you had earlier disappeared. 

“When was the last time you had your monthly cycle, Dearie?” You look at the woman, confused but almost knowing what she was already going to say. Again that nausea was back, along with a new lump in your throat that burned and tightened the muscles around it, pulling painfully on the tear ducts of your eyes. 

“Two- Two months.” Your voice was shaky, wavering weakly in reply. 

“Oh, Dearie,” Reading your face she didn’t know what to say. All she did was hug you and rub your back consolingly as you sat frozen, still breathing and heart. 

Time seemed to blur by after that when you came back to the hideout in your room, Yami and the mage talking outside, they’re murmurs coming through the wooden door taunted your ears. A few moments of silence passed before the door opened to show Yami. He came in as neutral as ever, lighting a cigarette and coming to sit beside you on the bed, which creaked loudly under his weight. 

“Here, Gladys gave me these to give to you.” He handed you a glass bottle of small capsules. You looked at the bottle and read the label ‘Prenatal Supplements,’ yet another sign that what was happening is real. 

“Are you going to keep it?” Yami asked, looking at the wall while blowing out a puff of smoke. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Are you going to tell him?” You snorted weakly. 

“I think that's the only thing I’m sure about at this point.” You fell to the side and laid your head on his shoulder, holding back every tear that had been building up behind your eyes since you got the news. 

“So am I gonna tell Finral he’s going to be an uncle or do you want the honors?” You turned to look up at him, head-snapping so fast you thought you broke it. 

“You knew?” Yami turned to look at you, a grin pulling at his lips, teeth gripping his cigarette in place. 

“Who do you think brought you back that night?” 

***

“Captain Langris? A visitor is here to see you.” Langris frowned, he wasn’t expecting anyone today, he was supposed to be working on mission assignments and specifically freed up the day due to his lag in work as of late, a certain woman clouding his thoughts. 

“Come in.” He wasn’t prepared for who came through the threshold of his office door. In you walked, legs striding with a confidence you didn’t feel at all, but you could have fooled him, with your head held high you met him head-on at his desk. 

“What can I do for you, Y/n?” His chin came to rest on his pen that he held in front of him with his two hands, watching you with sharp, intrigued eyes, anyone else might have thought he was bored, but he was beyond curious of where this would go. 

“I-” The words were stuck in your throat, a huge knot holding up the words from passing your lips. 

“What is it?” He didn't mean to come off so rude but it was out of instinct, he wasn’t a patient man. 

“W-Well.” Once again the words balled up in your throat, restricting your breathing as your eyes began to water, built-up anxiety and nerves ripping away at your nerves as you began to shake. 

“Well? Get on with it-”

“I'M PREGNANT!” The scream seemed to clear your throat, but the shaking continued, as did the tears burning your eyes, blurring the reaction of Langris, but you didn’t need to see it. 

“Get rid of it.” you blinked, breakdown halted for but a second, a second of clarity where you saw him, terrified and desperate, another blink, calm- angry eyes. You took a step back, disgusted, almost betrayed. You didn’t know what to expect when coming here, but it wasn’t this.

“Y/n wait-” He could see the disgust in your somber eyes, the regret for even coming here. He should've known, his mouth speaking before he even really thought about it, a mistake solely on his part. 

“No, I-I’m sorry to bother you but I need to go.” 

“Y/n no-!” You were just out of reach, just falling from his hand, his stumble almost made him run into the door which you slammed closed on your way out, by the time he opened it, you were already gone. 

“Fuck…” 

***

Three Years Later 

“Thank you for coming in on such short notice.” Langris was quiet and hushed as spoke to Finral, essentially unnerving him. 

“Langris? Are you okay?” Finral almost offered to get him a glass of water but held back in fear of insulting his younger brother, even after their bettered relationship, Finral still felt there were some lines he still didn’t get to cross.

“Fine, I’m fine. I’ve asked for you because I have a proposition.” 

“A proposition?” Finral watched as Langris pulled out a long piece of paper from his desk, the edges sharp and lined with gold. As Langris laid the paper down slid it toward his older brother, Finral in return, brushing it closer, reading the words written with wide eyes. 

“I-Is this some sort of joke?!” Finral shoved the paper away, glaring at his brother, not finding one of his usual pranks so funny. After everything he’d done, what right does he have to ask this of him- to ask this of you!

“Finral-”

“No! Do you have any idea what you said did to her? I’ve seen your lows, Langris, but I didn’t think you would go this far. I thought you had made it clear you didn’t want anything to do with-”

“It was a mistake! Those words were flying out of my mouth before I even had a chance to even think of what I was saying. I know that doesn’t make it any better, but it’s the truth. Y/n doesn’t deserve that, she doesn’t even deserve me, she should have nothing but the best but… well- goddamnit I love her and I’m going to try my damn well hardest to fix what I did!” Finral couldn’t believe it, the tears filling his younger brother's eyes only fueling the shock rippling throughout his senses, freezing him. Langris loved you? Langris didn’t love anyone. 

“How do I know you're not lying, that you’re not just trying to get close to her and Lefric only to kidnap him and sell him huh?” Finral eyes his brother, suspicion ripping at his thoughts, training each opinion and speculation. 

“Lefric? Is that his name?” The smile on Langris’ face was almost unnatural, something Finral hadn’t seen in so long, a genuine smile. 

“Y-Yes.” Langris hummed, leaning back and seeming to drift away in his thoughts, probably his little paradise where he was with you and Lefric, a part of the family you had created, but the sadness clouded his eyes once again, reminded by the reality of which you hate him, and your son, his son, didn’t even know he existed.

“I don’t plan to sell my son, and I don’t plan on deceiving Y/n either, I just want another chance.” Finral sat back and looked at his brother for a long time, and several emotions ran through his eyes and face, sometimes his eyes contradicting the face he was making, and then he was completely unreadable. It was the first time Langris wanted to hear Finral speak. 

“Okay, I’ll bring her- BUT if you so much as making a suspicious glance at her OR Lefric, we are outta there!” Langris almost could hold his joy in, feeling like jumping around and throwing his hands in the air, instead he settled on a face-splitting smile that frightened his older brother. 

“Perfect! Shall we get you ready for your wedding?” 

“MY WHAT?!” 

***

Sitting in the white chair your blood boiled, simmering under your skin and scorching your veins. What was Finral thinking bringing you here, bringing Lefric here! You had the mind to struggle him in your seat right now if the music hadn’t started playing and everyone stood. Lefric hung off my you as you both turned to watch the bride walk down the aisle. 

Finesse looks gorgeous, draped in a white fabric dripping from her figure in exact seams and hems. Her veil was decorative, lace flowers growing across, she looked like a goddess. Walking toward the steps of her future matrimony, gorgeous lilies in hand, you couldn't help but think if this deity knew about her future husband's bastard child. Everyone sat back down and the priest began, looking over at Finral, you realized why he might have brought you, clutching at his slacks, he couldn’t even look up at the ceremony, eyes burning into his legs. You only slid Lefric onto one hip and grabbed Finral’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly. You were happy to feel a small squeeze back. 

The ceremony blurred as Lefric began moving, playing with your dress and hair, you couldn’t help but play with him too, making sure you were still quiet, but your playtime was halted when a sentence from the priest caught your ear. 

“Is there anyone who objects to this?” The priest turned to the crowd looking for objectors, surprise pulling at his old face when someone did. 

“I do.” The priest pulled back, babbling nothings before spitting out, “I beg your pardon?!”

“I object. I don’t love her and I don’t want this marriage.” Some people in the crowd gasped, some even laughed, others watched on in astound, frozen in their seats. You looked away from the others, catching the sad face of Finesse at the altar, as sad as she was though, the breath of relief was obvious. 

“I wouldn’t want to put Finesse through that.” Confusion wiped at her eyes, some even dotting my face with furrowed brows. Langris turned to look at me, looking as though relieved and elated. His gaze went sideways finding Finral and nodding. The brothers wordlessly switched places, much to your annoyance as you whispered questions to Finral as he walked away. Panic and anxiety bubbled up and your hold on Lefric tightened a little watching as Langris walked closer, his final steps the only thing you heard over the blood rushing your ears. 

“Y/n.” His voice was but a whisper, hesitant and tentative much like a shy child, which coming from Langris, was the least of what you expected. His eyes dropped from you and fell on your son, eyes suddenly ten times brighter. He looked as though he was going to pick Lefric up from me, but he stopped, his arms frozen awkwardly, before stiffly smoothing down his suit. His hand came down to grab my free one before turning back to the priest and saying, 

“You may continue.” The priest looked off to the parents of Langris and Finral, met with angry scowls but nodding heads, so he continued. 

Sitting beside you, he paid you no mind, never once letting go of your hand either. You thought of pulling it away, even moving your wrist a little to pull it away but you stopped. Why you don’t know, maybe it was because his hand was so warm, a warmth you’d been needing for a while. 

“And do you Finral Roulacase take Finesse to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold till death do you part?”  

“I do.” 

“And do you Finesse Calmreich, take Finral to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold till death do you part?”  

“I do!” 

“I may now pronounce you as husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!” 

***

The reception was loud and joyful food and drinks passed around nobles and spectators mingling together, each going up and their own time to congratulate the married couple. When it came to be your turn, Langris followed you up, practically as attached to your hip as Lefric. 

“Y/n I know I’m horrible but-” 

“Congratulations Finral, I’m glad everything could work out. You two deserve each other.” You watched as Finesse smiled and squeezed at Finral’s hand. Finral smiled as he looked down at the hand clasping his, still not believing that this was truly happening. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” You nodded. 

“Of course.”  you set down your wedding gift to give to them on the table before handing over a second present. 

“So since someone has some explaining to do and you're busy, you get to watch Lefric while Langris does explain this all to me. Sound good? Good?” The end was a bit snippy, but you're already peeved off self sort-of had a right. Langris followed without command and followed you into the first empty room you could find, a simple guest room. You sat on the bed and sighed, staring up at Langis with squinted eyes, skeptical of his motives. 

“You may begin.” 

“I made a deal with Finral that if he brought you to the wedding, he would be marrying Finesse instead of me.” Never one to beat around the bush, Langris answered you with a bored tone, staring at you like he had done nothing wrong like he’d done nothing at all. 

“And what in the hell were you thinking when you did that?” You were pissed, fuse lit and burning down fast, you were ready to explode. 

“I was thinking that I love you and I want to be a family, I want to be a father to Lefric.” It was like a bucket of water had been dropped on you, efficiently washing out the burning fuse. Langris dropped to his knees and looked up at you. 

“Please, give me a chance Y/n. You wouldn’t believe how sorry I am, honest. I didn’t mean to say what I did back then, and I'm so glad you didn’t listen to my foolish ass. Please, Y/n I don’t think I can watch him grow up from the sidelines.” 

“You’ve done well so far,” you muttered, turning away from his pleading eyes which seemed to burn through you , pulling at the heart-strings you had thought you cut off. He looked away with a small sad smile, shaking his head. 

“No, I haven’t. I was there when you had your seventh-month scare, even arranging a better doctor for you. I was there when you were recovering in the hospital after giving birth. I managed to catch glimpses of him at his first birthday party but that was a bit difficult, that boy Asta moves around too much for his good. It was his second birthday, I couldn’t make it, I was sent on an assignment near the kingdom's border, and god- I was so pissed. I don’t think I’d ever seen my men so scared of me.” He stopped coming forward to drop down in front of you. Langris Vaude, on his knees, looking up at you like you were the empress which ruled his life.

“I knew that I couldn’t do it anymore, I couldn’t watch him from the sidelines, I wanted to see him and me… I wanted to see you.” He finished shakily, eyes dropping to the thighs he leveled with, he was sincere, honest, there was nothing much he missed more than you, even if it was only one night, no woman has ever compared to you. Looking up at you now, sharp eyes glaring at him while slowly softening as he pleaded, Langris had never felt more at home then underneath you. He was so close, closer than he’d been in four years, he didn’t even feel his arm moving from his side moving to lay on your thigh, falling in slightly. Langris knew he had you when he spotted the shiver in your back run down your thighs closing them around the fingers that slipped to touch the soft skin of your inner thighs. 

“Langris,” Your voice was stern but it wavered, frailty curving around your words as they fell from lips. “I don’t… I can’t just accept you into my life this is gonna take a lot of time. You hurt me Langris, scared me.” Your head pulled at his own, curling it up in your CV hands. 

“But I can meet you halfway, as long as you promise to do the same.” Langris felt his breath stop, looking up at you he felt like crying, he felt like screaming in joy but he settled on smiling up at you, tears welling in his eyes slowly, making his eyes shine in the lowly lit room. 

“Thank you,” He whispered, “thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

***

Six Months Later

Langris met halfway, if not more which swept you off your feet more than anything, the second Langris met Lefric he had been nothing less than a loving father, spending time with him as much as he could and even taking him out, of course only with you or Finral’s presence. If Lefric became upset, Langris was there to ask him what’s wrong and comfort him before a cry even left his lips. Family dinner became a thing every Wednesday, usually held at the Black Bulls hideout but the times where you ate with Golden Dawn commanders sometimes evening the Captain coming to join, those nights were filled with just as rich food and laughter. 

Then there were the dates, the nights Finral and Finesse took care of Lefric and left you and Langris to go out and eat, filled with flirty gestures and hearty chuckles. As much as he cared for Lefric, Langris equally cared for you, checking on you when you seemed stressed, coming to see you after coming back from a mission, even occasionally going shopping with you for small things or groceries because he wanted to be near you. With Langris as Vice-Captain and you being a guild member yourself, it was hard and there were some disagreements, old Langris even coming out a few times but he never failed to apologize, and neither did you if you were wrong, you both couldn’t afford to be petty, if he- if you both wanted this work, then you had to think about Lefric as well.

Six months doesn’t feel like much, but as you break down every moment, every decision, every soft minute, each building juncture in your budding relationship, you wouldn’t give it up for anything. To you, Langris had long proven himself and you were tired of waiting for the right time to thank him and forgive him. 

“Are you ready?” You snapped out of the recollection of events, met with the questioning eyes of a certain Vice Captain, holding his hand out for you, ready to take you home after a refined night out at some highly rated nobility restaurant. The food had been great and the wine was sweet, heavy on your tongue and you never found your mouth closed, conversation buzzing the entire night, carrying with the wind that softly blew around you both. You had come as the sun was setting, dining and watching the sunset but as the dinner went on the sun long faded and the dark sky filled your desert with stars and a chill that ran up and down your spine, dressed a little too thin. 

“Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry.” You move to get up, pushing your chair back in before taking Langris’ hand letting him lead you out, opening every door for you and letting you through first making you feel like royalty. He walked toward a carriage waiting for you both but you waved off the driver and pulled Langris back. 

“Walk with me.” He looked stunned, almost pulling back from you before catching up, walking beside you and still looking questioning. Walking for minutes on end, Langris didn’t know where you were going, but he didn’t mind, he would follow you anywhere. It was when you shivered lightly while the harsh wind blew between you, shaking the trees around you, making the leaves swish a blow in an airy sound, did Langris speak. 

“Maybe we should head back soon, it’s getting pretty cold.” He didn’t ask but he didn't pull you away either instead continuing to follow as you pulled him to a little inn. You walked in and straight to the desk lady asking for one room, pulling out your own money before Langris could think of reaching for his, he was annoyed with that and rolled his eyes averting himself from you for a bit before walking with you again when you handed the key. 

“What about Lefric?” 

“He’s with Finral and Finesse tonight.” 

“Yeah, but Finral’s is an idi- ahem! Finral is... Finral.” He settled, taking the key from your hands gently and pulling up next to your room, unlocking the door and letting you in. 

“Finral is very much capable of taking care of Lefric and if not he has Finesse! They’ll be fine, they always are, and if they aren’t, they know just how to get a hold of us.” You spoke, slipping off your thin coat and beginning to drop useless jewelry onto the side table. You stopped for a second turning to find Langris in the door staring at the room, analyzing every inch meticulously. “What?” 

“What are we doing here?” He looked back over to you, suddenly you noticed the way he gripped the key, his eyes falling down your figure while you took your time to answer. Slowly you walked from the bedside table and sat on the bed taking off your heels promptly, and sitting back in the bed looking at Langris with just as much yearning as he did you. 

“I think I’ve left you waiting long enough,” You unclipped your dress from your back and shrugged it down, bunching it at your hips halting as you looked back up at him. Watching his face fall, eyes widen and devouring every inch of naked skin they could scour, falling on your bare breast with a shuddering breath. “don’t you think?” 

The door was slammed shut, you almost feared he broke the door frame almost waiting for the door to just swing back open but it held. Langris was on you in a second and suddenly you found yourself on your back, hands pulling your dress down your legs hastily. He pulled back taking a shuddering breath as he looked at you, watching you slide your legs open waiting for him to do something, anything. Becoming a little bashful with his long stare, your legs began to droop, almost falling closed but he caught them. 

“Don’t cover yourself, Honey, it’s been so long.” His voice ending in a high whine as he slipped onto the bed, arms wrapping under your legs to set them on his lithe shoulders. Langris turned to look back up at me finding my eyes. 

“Can I touch you?” you didn’t hesitate. 

“Please!” and neither did he.

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[bored-storyteller]

Hi dear Anon, I'm really glad you like Ruven. I can tell you anything you want about him.

In the meantime, I hope this gets you to know him a little more 🌸

62- Original Character, Ruven Nightclock x Reader

From the prompt list

3- “What would you do if I didn’t come back?”

The sweet, spicy scent of tea fills the warm room full of books and artifacts, the fire in the fireplace crackles with reassuring warmth and you bask in its warmth. A golden dragon the size of two apples sleeps curled up on your lap as the rain outside scurries over the copper tiles and gutters.

A terrible day, it seems, but it's somehow magical to be stuck in that dimly lit studio.

Everything would be perfect, were it not for Ruven's gaze, which too often turns to the thunderous downpour of the water outside, or to the leaping flames of the fireplace.

You know him well enough by now to understand when his mind was elsewhere, when he wandered into his worries without finding relief, but you are never allowed to understand what is tormenting him.

"Doctor?"

Your questioning whisper makes you gain sight of his beautiful iris, red like ripe strawberries, and that painful white sclera of his diseased eye.

A faint smile appears on his lips as delicate, sweet and friendly as he is.

"Forgive me ..." His hand rests on the back of the sofa where you are sitting "I'm really rude, did you get very wet coming here?"

As delicate as a mother's caress, his fingers touch your forehead to check your temperature; an affectionate gesture that implies the professional nature of him, but you wonder if really all the doctors in the world behave as he does.

"I'm fine, doctor, no need to worry."

It's embarrassing, you think.

He chuckles and moves to sit in the chair next to you. In front of you, the hot cups cause illusions of steam to rise and vanish into the air and the scent of sweets and snacks invades the nostrils of both of you.

"Call me by my name ..." he murmurs softly to you. It is not a request, yet not even an order, it would almost seem like a prayer from his warm voice.

He would, he would really like to show you his demons. He would like to let you know how worried he is about the smell of those delights on the shiny wooden table that whet his appetite more than they should, or how much he is worried about the exhaustion that grips him in the last few days, the constant sleepiness, or the sense of smell that it becomes more sensitive to odors.

They are symptoms. The symptoms of those moments or those hours in which he does not know what happens, he does not know what he does or what he sees, those moments or those hours of which his memory does not record any memory.

He would like to talk about it with you, but if he did, he would have to admit to himself that it's all true, that there is something wrong with him, that he is doing something wrong.

"Doctor." Your voice still rouses him. He is doing it again, he is closing in on himself again.

"The name ..." He whispers to you with a faint smile, and you curl up a little on your shoulders.

"Ruven ..." His name escapes from your sweet and gentle lips, you are not used to pronouncing it, yet you cannot help but put all your affection into it.

"I like how you say it ..." He lets you know with a sweet smile as he brings the cup of tea to his lips.

You can not help but smile at him in turn, while you feel the dragon on your legs move to settle down better. He is so comfortable with you, you have happened a few times to take care of him when his owner was on a journey a little longer, even if those two are unlikely to ever separate.

Between you and the doctor there is now a deep-rooted mutual trust, although you insist on maintaining that veil of formality towards his professional figure. Yet that trust doesn't seem to be enough.

"What would you do if I didn't come back?"

Now it is he who awakens you from yourself, and when your eyes dart on his face he is not looking at you, his still visible eye stares absently at the nuances of steam that rise silently.

You expect him to withdraw what he said, to tell you it was a question asked without thinking and to forget it, but then you remember who he is, and you know he will never withdraw a question. He needs to have answers to live, and then even more new questions.

"Why do you ask me that?" You ask in an uncertain voice. You haven't really focused his words, you haven't processed them in your mind. To be honest you don't want to do it.

He does not hesitate to look at you, that sweet and sad smile of his perennially imprinted on his clear face: "I might ... I might not come back one day."

You never heard his voice tremble. He is always so calm and confident in what he says and what he does, but he actually never talked about himself.

You know that he often leaves and goes where no one can reach him. He never told you, but you know it. And despite this he always came back, a few days were enough and then he always reappeared in his study, kind and smiling.

You never paused to think what would have happened if he hadn't come back, perhaps because somehow that was never what scared you.

As you search for an answer, your gaze inevitably lingers on the right side of his face, on that unhealthy eye of his and on his livid skin, so dissonant with the delicacy of his expression.

His hand instantly covers that wound, or disease, and you sigh as you look away.

You both know that whatever it is, it will be the one that will separate you forever someday. But he is too selfish to admit it.

"I'm fine ..." is what he always tells you.

"This is a lie." That's what you always answer him, and you never take a step beyond this.

"Why do you ask me that?" You ask him again, almost as if you want to press him, because Ruven always asks so many questions but he never says anything of what he thinks.

His gaze still escapes you, but he continues to smile warmly. He does it for you, and you know it. He does it to protect and reassure you, it is in his nature.

"Do you think I am important to something in this world?" His eyes close, as if it's his only way of hiding. "It's cruel of me, but I'd be happy to know I… really matter to someone."

For a few moments between you there is only silence and the impetuous roar of rain against the windows. Not even the little dragon dares to make a sound.

Your eyes can't get away from his profile, illuminated by the flickering light, and his gaze doesn't seem to have the courage to look at you.

Ruven has never been an insecure man, you have never seen him falter, you have never seen him lose his calm or stability, yet now, suddenly, it almost seems to you that he there, sitting in his burgundy armchair, is incredibly ... lonely. He is alone, with a weight and a guilt on his shoulders that no one can understand, not even him.

"Don’t go." That's all you can tell him as you reach out to him, to reach him "We need you, don't go away."

It is not to reassure him, it is not to support him. It is you who are begging him to support you, not to leave you alone, to hold your hand whatever happens.

And you know that's what he needs. He needs a hand to grasp, a hand to hold and to take care of.

He smiles at you softly, while his palm welcomes your fingers - his hand is cold, you think.

Maybe he wants to tell you something, but he doesn't, and he lets the silence settle slowly, like a protective blanket, as his lips rest on the back of your hand.

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[neoarchipelago]

Lisbon Lights (part 5) (John Wick x Assassin!reader)

AN: so there will be another chapter after this cuz... It was too long. Thats why. And then Lisbon lights will be over and I'll go on writing about my other fics. Who need to also be finished. I hope I didn't forget to tag anyone, the last chapter will contain some smuttttt so yeah.

Word count: 2651

Warnings: blood violence swearing

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The look of shock on Luana's face was priceless. She looked utterly panicked. You would have have enjoyed this moment if it wasn't for your own heart beating loudly in your chest. He had come. Why? He hated you. He was here. Making his way up to you. And you were currently useless, tied up and unable to move, a bit of blood dripping from your collarbone. You were desperate to do something, help him, but the tugging on your ropes were only causing you to bruise yourself. 

When Luana finally reacted, screaming at her men to get prepared, you smirked. Prepared for what? Death? John wasn't going to be beaten up by some low level handman. The gunshots were incredibly loud to you. You were after all, a 'knife' person more than anything, but right now, those gunshots were deafening. Clearly it wasn't because of the overwhelming anxiousness and fear for John's safety. No. You were pushing that aside. You watched as three man ran to the door, walking out and slamming it behind. 

There you were. Locked up with your worst enemy. And one of you was obviously going to die. You both looked at each other as the silence between you two settled in like a heavy smoke. You watched, your breath catching in your throat as she reached for, once again, something you had not noticed before. The shiny silver of the gun reflected with the setting sun. Yes. One of you was going to die. And right now, it was unsure of who. 

You frowned. Taking a deep breath. You surely weren't going to show weakness now. This wasn't you. If you were to die before John arrived you wanted to die like you lived, with pride. Behind the mask of this tremendous lie you told yourself however, you were begging for John to run in. To hurry. And shoot her before she could shoot you. 

What happened after was still a blur. Your mind still trying to grasp what truly happened in the second after. The loud noise, the body, the blood. Where did he even come from? How did he manage to shoot her without a second thought. You remember gasping, and your eyes filling with tears for a second as you stared at the now dead body of your enemy. You remember the feeling heavy feeling of relief as you closed your eyes for a second. And silence settling in again. 

When you opened your eyes to look at John, he looked like shit. His bloody shirt and messed up hair. The furious look on his face. For once in your life, as he walked up to you, you showed no pride nor hid your true feelings. You were worried. 

"John…" you whispered, surprised by the way your voice slightly cracked. 

As he sat on the same red velvet couch Luana sat in front of you with a sigh you simply gazed at him. 

"You are infuriating. Do you know that?" He simply let out. 

In any other situation, your silver tongue would have returned the attack but you simply nodded. John frowned.

"Do you always behave so recklessly?" He asked again. 

You took a second to take in the question. Was there even a good answer to this? 

"Sometimes…" you answered, the ghost of a smirk on your lips. 

He chuckled. And you felt light again. He leant forward and looked at you. He seemed to think for a second. 

"I… I'm sorry for the hurtful things I've said." 

You blinked. What? He was apologizing? You literally had put this man through hell, you made him, single-handedly destroy an empire to come and save you, and he was worried about the mean thing he had said? 

"What..?" You blurred out.

He looked fidgety for a second, probably wondering how was he going to apologise more profusely. This man was unbelievable.

"John! Stop being and idiot! You just saved my life!" You let out.

"It doesn't really justify-..." He started.

"It doesn't. But you're completely forgiven…" you interrupted. "And…" your voice broke again. 

John seemed to notice and a worried expression settled on his handsome features, especially as his eyes scanned the small cut on your collarbone. 

"And… I'm sorry I was so reckless… I'm sorry I didn't follow the plan…" you were trying your best to hold in the tears now. 

You had to admit, your pride was currently being murdered in cold blood but, you didn't remember anyone risking their life to save yours. Or even apologizing for calling you a bitch. John suddenly looked almost panicked. The situation was unreal. You were crying, stammering some pitiful apology, tied up to a chair in a hotel full of dead bodies as John looked truly panicked because the brat looked like a pained child.

"And I.. I put you in danger and I'm sorry…and thank you… for saving me..." you finished, looking at the interesting blood splatter on the carpet.

John quickly rushed over, grabbing a knife he had kept you didn't even know where, and you quickly felt the ropes that trapped you fall off. You didn't hesitate one second to lunge for him, tackling him with a hug. No one was witnessing it, right? It couldn't hurt. John's arms quickly wrapped themselves around as you hid your face in his neck. You stayed like this for a minute. Soothing each other. The wild ride was more or less over now and the tension was finally dropping. You sighed, getting lost in the smell of cologne, blood and sweat. 

"Let's go back to the hotel, we need to check your wound." 

You closed your eyes over the vibration in his chest as he spoke. He was worried about your small cut when he looked far more fucked up. Unbelievable. 

"It's just a scratch… you look worse Mr Wick." You let out softly. 

He groaned and you smiled. 

"Come on. Don't be a brat." He warned. 

You chuckled, and remembered how he had referred to you when he spoke to Luana. 'his kitten'. 

"Moew." You simply let out. 

And he groaned again. 

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It was well over 9 pm now. You sat on the couch of the suite you shared with John. You were starving. John and you had gone back to the hotel and he had not allowed you to leave his side more than a minute. You had obviously both been checked by a doctor as soon as you had walked in the hotel and Amalia had seen you. You couldn't escape the screaming fit from Amalia over your recklessness and the mess you both had caused. And when you finally had a moment of peace, in your suite, you were alone. And starving. John was with Amalia, taking care of God knows what. It was the only exception he had done to 'leave you alone and unsupervised' as he had quoted. Not that you could do anything. In this room. Alone. 

You sighed. You were finally back in 'vacation'. But the heart wasn't there anymore. You felt bad. You felt useless and a burden. You were unable to take care of yourself and had put John in danger. Your mind was running on so many things. 

Guilt. From all the events of the past few hours. 

Disappointment, in yourself. For not being able to be the woman you had fought to be for so long.

Fear. From all the emotions you were feeling, towards John mostly. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Your eyes falling on John's ones immediately. The way your heart raced was trouble. You smirked up at him. He looked annoyed. Making his way to the couch, he let himself fall down on it with a sigh. You chuckled. 

"Amalia is a lot of work… isn't she?" You asked. 

John simply hummed. 

You looked at him. The way his hair fell softly. His eyes closed, laying back on the couch. Yes. The way your heart jumped was trouble. What was even this? Friendship? Simple affection?... Love? You swallowed dry for a second as you looked away. Shifting on your seat. 

"What's wrong?" You jumped, and he frowned, his obsidian eyes now on you. 

You smirked at him again, a bit of maliciousness. 

"I'm hungry Mr Wick. Why hasn't my babysitter tried to feed me yet?" You let out in a overly dramatic voice. 

He rolled his eyes and you let yourself soften again. You stared at him, and he looked back at you. Confusion settled in, as a question was burning your lips. And it probably showed on your face, because he sat up straight again. 

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" His tone was more demanding. 

"What now?" You surprised yourself asking out. 

God. He was turning you into his kitten! You should worry about that, but the silence after the question was much more terrifying to you. He was leaving now. Obviously. He was done with his job. What were you even thinking? 

You forced yourself to chuckle. Turning back to your old self.

"I suppose Mr Wick is needed elsewhere. And I can now take my vacation in peace…" you let out in a almost sickening lie.

John simply frowned again. The intensity of his gaze on you was suddenly making you nervous. And you lost your smile. 

"Is that what you want?" The words made you freeze.

No. Stay. But nothing came out of your mouth. You just stared at him. He wasn't speaking. He was actually waiting for you to answer. Facing now the most important decision of your life your hands were almost shaking. What should you say? The truth? Let yourself be finally weak… in front of wick? Or were you better living your lonely life? Of course, nothing could change your free mind. Nothing could change the strong woman you were. But were you willing to ask for someone to share it with you? It was scary. What if he said no? What if it wasn't what he wanted? Were you willing to let yourself be hurt? 

Taking in a shaky breath you looked at his expecting eyes. No words escaping your mouth, suddenly too dry to even let out a sound. You. The mouthrunner. So you shook your head, like a sad child. A pained look on your face. 

Now wasn't that pitiful? You weren't even able to speak up your feelings. What a truly fucked up mind you had. However when John's face instantly softened you could feel yourself finally let some hope in. Actually. It made you brave. And as John was about to speak, your heart spilled.

"No. It's not what I want." 

John looked surprised.

"Stay a bit. I can't force you. But… stay. Let me show you the city. I won't be your tour guide…" 

John glared at you, the thought of your first encounter making you smile. 

"But I'd like to think I can show a… friend… around… after all, you saved my life." 

Silence. Way too long. 

"But if you have stuff to do…" you started again, trying to brush it off. 

"Stop. I'm taking a week of vacation too. I'm staying." He simply let out. 

You took a moment to look at him, to gaze into his beautiful obsidian eyes. The smile you both harbored could have tipped anyone off on what you both truly felt. But there was only two blind fools in the room at the moment. 

"Shall we go dinner?" His rough voice rang.

You chuckled. 

"I'm starving, yes." 

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The sun was warm on your skin, a high contrast to the icy cup of strawberry mojito in your hand. There, on a small corner of the beach, you sat next to the baba yaga, who sipped on a cup of bourbon. 

The week had been quite fun. You had spent your time running around Lisbon during the day, showing him off how beautiful and interesting the city was. Sometimes passing by some secret little place only people like you and John could enter in. You had made a priority to show off all the best restaurants for every dinner during the week and then walked around the crowded and eventful streets. It was really enjoyable. To you and to him. But none would ever actually confess such a thing. 

However, for as much enjoyable this all was, you could see and notice how John had been more cold in the last 24h. Yes, the week was ending. And John's phone had been ringing much more often, leading to frowns and angry little groans from him. It made you smirk. The underground world could not keep turning without the baba yaga. It was only a matter of time.

You sipped at your drink once more as John's phone rang. Again. You contained a chuckle as John answered the call with an annoyed 'yes?'. You looked around the beach, trying not to pay attention to what was going on next to you. The situation was quite tricky, In the end, for you and him. You had grown overly fond of the man, and you could tell, to some extent, that he did as well. The snarky comments and sarcasm being the perfect communication between both of you. But everything ends. And perhaps time was up.

You had been so used to being alone that you never allowed anyone to get close to you. And somehow this man, who could make people run away just by the mention of his name had managed to pass through all your walls. Now you couldn't possibly see yourself asking him to stay. You probably wouldn't stay here either. You had to work, Lisbon was just the little piece of heaven where you came to hide when you needed a break. Your city. You sighed, frowning slightly. You almost regretted having tasted this feeling of care and affection. You were getting addicted to it. 

"(Y/n)?"

You slowly tilted your head to the man next to you. Eyes wide open. Had he said something?

"Are you alright?" He asked. 

You blinked. 

"Yes. Of course I am." You answered quite quickly. 

He stared at you and you rolled your eyes. 

"Are you being needed somewhere else mister wick?" You let out in an amused voice looking away again and sipping your drink. 

"Vacations lasts as long as I want." He tried to debate.

You smirked, looking at him knowingly before chuckling at his annoyed glare. 

"Vacations in this profession, lasts as long as another job doesn't show up. And jobs, isn't what you are lacking of currently by the amount of fucking phone calls you've been having." You let out, cursing the slight annoyance out of you. 

"Language young lady." He reprimanded. 

You rolled your eyes. 

"Don't be so jealous, you have all my attention daily, a few minutes a day won't kill you." He added, obviously messing with you. 

"I am a very possessive woman mister wick. You might tell that to the person who keeps calling you." You simply replied in the same tone. 

"I'll make sure to tell Charon about it." He nodded with a smirk. 

You smirked back. But the heart wasn't entirely there. Everything ends. Yes. You sighed once more, making John look worried for a second. Looking away you swallowed dry for a second. You kept repeating to yourself the same two words. Everything ends. 

"I'm taking you to a place tonight for dinner. It'll be our last dinner so I'll make it special." You spoke, a malicious smile on your lips as you glanced back at John.

You froze for a second, the frown on his features was confusing. Was he angry, sad, or had you crossed some kind of line? It took him another second before he finally nodded and looked away. This wouldn't be easy for any of you. You had to brace yourself for it. 

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Gone beyond hell

Yuki-Onna!Yukie × Male!Reader

They said it was going to be fun, they also said it would be super easy to tow a woman. You groan and order a drink. Your friends had attacked you in your apartment 2 hours ago, where you pursued your thoughts in self-pity. The reason? Your girlfriend had left you and your two friends Bokuto and Kuroo wanted to cheer you up. Now you are sitting in your thickest winter jacket at the counter of this Ice Cube Bar. Although there was a pleasant atmosphere here, the cold annoyed you. "Have you been left alone?" Asked a bored voice next to you. You turn your head towards the voice and recognize the woman Bokuto warmly welcomed when you arrived. "You could say so. Yukie? ”The woman smiled lazily and nodded. "Yes. You were (Y / N)? “You nod and reach for the glass that is placed in front of you. "You work here?" You asked slightly stupidly, but the woman nods. "More specifically, it belongs to my parents. I take care on the weekends that nothing bad happens. "" Cool. "You say, scratch your chin which is strewn with stubble. Yuki yawns warmly and pointed up. "I'm hungry do you want to come up with me?"

No idea what rode you there, but what you agree with. Yukie quickly explained to her colleague that she would eat something with you and that you would come back. "Follow me (Y / N)." You followed her, strutting her out of the room and taking a flight of stairs. Only now did you notice how lightly Yuki was dressed. "Aren't you celebrating in it?" Yuki looked at himself and shook his head. "I like it that way most." Then she unlocked the door and let you enter. No sooner had you stepped through the door than you started to shiver easily. It was cold, colder than in the bar. You can feel hands on your back that are slowly coming down. "So ~" the young woman started behind you, taking off your jacket. "You won't need this."

She threw the jacket to the floor and the rustling of fabric that also went to the floor. You quickly turn and blush slightly when the smaller woman was standing naked in front of you. You take a look over them walking. Yuki is truly a beautiful woman, she is quite your type. "Do you like what you see?" She asked, slightly bored, her eyes on your crotch. "I thought you were hungry?" "Am I" Yuki hair grew longer and her skin turned white. "But I prefer men." You wanted to move, but you couldn't. You look down to your legs in confusion. You are horrified to find that you were frozen. "What the .." you started, interrupting yourself when Yuki tampered with your pants. "What?" Yuki looks up at you and licks her lips lazily. "First I will have some fun and then I will freeze you and eat it gradually." You swallow the dumpling down your throat. "Do you really want to eat me?" Your voice trembles slightly, you don't feel as masculine as you should be. Yuki looked briefly at you before pulling down your pants and boxers. "Well, if you prove yourself capable, I could let you live."

Slowly you feel your limbs again and Yuki took your hand in hers. Her hand was so cold that you would like to warm it, but you were horrified that you could be eaten. "Did you joke with the food?" "I never joke about the food, (Y / N)." She opened the door to the room and pushed yourself into the room. "You willn't miss out, sweetie ... I even think you will get your money's worth." Her hand was on your chest and she smiled lazily at you, her other hand slowly moves to your hip. You two are still looking at each other. You swallow while her hand slowly moves down. The snow woman's smile widened, but your breath went a little faster and your little friend stirred a little. "That was easy." She said and got on her knees. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She gently nudged your limb with her warm tongue, which makes you shiver. Her tongue came out hot from the sheer cold in the room. With wide eyes she looked up at you as she carefully kissed your glans and licked your length along. You groan as a warm, damp warmth envelops you. "Shit." You gasp, swallowing wanted to grasp your hair, but you were too afraid that she could bite your best piece.

Yuki sucked hard on your glans, gently massaging your ball. She stopped briefly and looked up at you. "You can hold my head." She saw you briefly, you do not waste a second to reach into her fine shiny hair. You gently moved your hip, stroking her cheek. "It feels so good." You moan as you put your head back. You could feel a slight grin pushing her into her mouth faster. You felt incredibly good, the fear that overran you evaporated in lust. Completely immersed in ecstasy, you only felt the tremor in your legs very slightly, which announces that you are about to spray. "I'm close to it." You gasp, becoming more gentle and slow with the movements. Yuki sucked and played your cock with her warm wet tongue. "You can come into my mouth." The snow woman allowed you and sucked harder, gripped your buttocks. However, you grasp her head hard, move your hips quickly, and come moaning into her mouth. You sigh in relief, stroking Yuki hair, the woman on her knees licked you clean before she went up to the trash can and spat into it. "Interesting taste." She said as she went to bed. The brunette woman sat on it with her legs spread wide and looked at you. "Now shows if it's not worth eating, sweetheart."

Incubus!Bokuto x Female!Reader

Bokuto sighed as he wandered through the night. He lowered his head, feeling weak and hungry. He looked at the house he was passing. The young demon felt a woman who slept peacefully. He quickly wanted to continue walking, but his stomach started to growl. "You have to do it. If you don't consume life energy, you can die.” He heard Akaashi's voice in his head. The huge demon looked at the window where the woman's room was. She was young, probably in her mid-20s, for what he could sense. Bokuto bit his lip and swore. "Fuck it. I'll take as much as I need. ”He closed his eyes briefly and teleported into the woman's room. He swallowed when he saw her in front of him.

You breathed calmly, your sleep shirt had slipped up and your body was half-covered with the blanket. A delightful sight, Bokuto licked his lips. He felt his shorts tighten. He heard you gasp slightly, watching your hand slowly move to your panties. "Oh ... this is going to be easier than expected.", Bokuto mumbles, closing his eyes to concentrate to come to your dream.

In dream

You sigh as another person sat down next to you. "Hey.", said the man next to you, his voice like bass and you are sorry to see him. Big golden eyes looked honestly at you and his smile showed a row of shining teeth. "New here?", he asked you innocently and you shyly nodded. "Me too, my name is Bokuto and yours is?" "(Y / N). I'm happy." You shake hands. "Oiii Saeko, a beer for the man next to me. " You called after the bar owner. "Thank you for the beer (Y/N)." "Oh no problem, originally I wanted to do a girls night out with my best friend but she canceled." Bokuto accepted the beer. "My boss made me go out." You turn your head to him and looked him in the eye in surprise. "Crass color. They aren't contact lenses, are they?" “That is my real eye color… ”He let a look sweep over you. "... Nice hair." He said shortly and scratched his chin. Yes, he was always good at flirting, after all, he had learned from Master. You twitched the corner of your mouth and shook your head. "Thank you ... requires a lot of care ... Don't worry, I can't flirt either. ” You grin broadly and take another sip of your mug. "Cool ... what do you do for a living?" Bokuto asked you as he sipped his beer.

"I plan to take over the world with diabetes." You were completely serious and looked at him like that. "Then I have to find a way to stop you." Both of you narrowed your eyes until you giggled. "I'm a confectioner." You said and took the last sip of your beer. "What are you doing?" "I'm studying sports." You nodded remarkably, ordered another beer. "I thought women like athletes." Bokuto said insultingly, but you shrugged and looked at him from the side. "You're trying to hit on me?" You chuckled, resting your head on your hand.

"I should probably go. Saeko! The bill.” “It's late… I can take you home.” You look at him suspiciously. "If you pay." Bokuto shrugged and took your bill. He looked at the paper, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "When did you eat?" "My plate was taken away before you spoke to me." You slid off the chair, but you swayed a little and grabbed his arm. "Uff ... I should have eaten more." Bokuto smiled lightly and paid the bill. "I'll take you home." "I live only 2 blocks away." You mumbled, embarrassed. "That's good, then you'll be home faster." You nodded sheepishly and staggered out of the bar with Bokuto in tow. You shivered and pulled your hoodie closer to your body. "Do you want my coat?" The gray-haired man had noticed your shiver and took off his coat, but you shook your head. "I'll pass, Bokuto." You look at the sky and grabbed his arm. "Thank you for taking me home." You said quietly. You were sad and Bokuto could see in your glassy eyes and continued walking silently to the apartment building. You stopped at your door, Bokuto took your face in his hand. He leaned down to you and cocked his head. "Don't be sad." "Thank you ... I ..." You couldn't finish your sentence because the athlete pressed his rough lips against yours. He kissed you, hoping that your pain would go away, that you would feel better. You didn't seem to be averse to him, otherwise, you would have loosened the kiss immediately, so he pressed against your delicate body. He felt your hands on his back as you pulled him closer. "Do you want to come up with me?" You asked him hoarsely when you released the kiss because you ran out of air. Bokuto, who still had his hand on your cheek, nodded slightly. "With pleasure."

Bokuto swallowed slightly when he watched you go. You wiggle your butt slightly. "We're here." You say shyly, let him through first. He ran unerringly into your ...

Dream end

You startled when someone laid down on you. Completely surprisingly, you gasped and looked up. Golden eyes stared at you. Bokuto looked around uncertainly. He couldn't, he didn't have enough strength to stay in your dream. The young demon jumped up from your bed and wanted to go. "Bokuto?" You asked confused so that he stopped. You look at him in the dark, see a shadow on his head. "You are not a person are you?" You ask as quietly as possible, groping for your night light. It was getting lighter in the room, now you could see each other better. He had small horns on the corners of his forehead, a tail, and wings. You tilted your head and he turned away, showing you his wings. "Yes", it came from him after a while. You sit up and knock your bed free. "What kind of a being are you? You are still an Oni or Tengu." "Incubus.", he said as he approached, sat on the bed and looked ashamed. "Oh ... so ... did you want to?" "Yes ... I don't like doing it, but I need the energy to survive." You look down at yourself and blush. "I want to help you." Bokuto looked up at you and considered it for a moment. "OK! I'm not taking so much ... just a little.” He leaned over to you, carefully took your face in his hand and kissed you carefully. His lips felt better than in your dream. He nibbled lightly on your lower lip, hastily thrust his tongue between your lips. He poked your tongue as a slight provocative invitation to play with him. You gasped slightly as he sucked your tongue and his hands wandered over your body. You separated from each other and he looked deep into your eyes. "You can still say no." He said wandering over your damp panties. His doing had an effect on your body, you nodded very carefully. He lowered his head to your shoulder, ran a finger over your wet center, elicited more beautiful tones from your pretty mouth. He rubbed your clit and smiled at you as you clawed his shoulder and your pussy stretched out towards him. "We need to be very needy." "Very much." You moan into his t-shirt as his finger strokes your G-spot. "I feel that you will soon be ready to ... Shall I fuck you or hand my skills over to you?" He growled softly and looked wildly in your eyes. The white in his eyes had darkened, the gold stood out more than before, his horns grew larger and more imposing. "Yo..u are s.. so beau..tiful" you gasped and came softly in his hand. Bokuto looked at his hand and looked at the liquid in his hand. He tapped it with his tongue and licked it up. He felt better than before and looked at you. You laid sweaty on your pillow and looked embarrassed to the side. You got in your panties and the demon looked at you. "Thanks." He said and got up. "If you are hungry again ... you are welcomed to come over ..." you smile and see how he changed the look. "Thank you (y / m) and now sleep ... We will see each other again."

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