#and then i'd take the chance to tickle him awake once more

[lucy90712]

morning cuddles with João Felix?

A/n: this is short but I think it’s cute

WC: 1.2k Life recently has been so chaotic I have been doing so much overtime at work to finish a big project which thankfully is finally done. Joao has been really busy too with the crazy schedule of games at the start of the new season. We have been able to spend a bit of time together but it has mostly been meeting for dinner somewhere when we both have a few hours free. Don't get me wrong I love having dinner dates with Joao but what I've really been craving is just sitting at home and doing nothing with him as I know we are both so exhausted. Joao has a few days off this week as the team don't have a game for a little while but the last few days I've still had work so we still haven't seen much of each other although he has made dinner every night. I've been a little jealous of him having time off as I haven't truly had a day off in ages but finally I can actually take the weekend off after finishing my project. 

Knowing I'd have the weekend off I've been really looking forward to not being woken up by an alarm and getting to sleep in. Typically I woke up at the time my alarm would go off even though I hadn't set it my body is so used to the routine that I naturally woke up way too early for my liking. As I was about to turn over and go back to sleep I felt Joao's arm move from where it was rested around my waist up to my face where he gently stroked my cheek and moved some of my hair that had gone astray over night. I turned to face him just as he opened his eyes slightly although I could tell he was still a little delirious as he kept blinking to clear his vision. 

"What are you doing awake you should be sleeping in" Joao said in his morning voice 

"I just woke up my body is so used to getting up at this time I just woke up naturally" I said 

"Well let's go back to sleep you deserve it plus I want to cuddle with you for once" he said 

"I can't say not to more sleep and cuddles" I smiled 

Joao was quick to pull me as close as humanly possible and wrap his arms around me so tightly I nearly couldn't breathe. Some people would hate to cuddle like that but I love to have Joao as close as possible as we have to be apart quite often so having him close it me always feels so comforting. My head nuzzled itself into Joao's neck as it was comfy and I found myself playing the the hair on the back of his neck and head which was so soft and slightly wavy from where he'd slept on it. He gently traced shapes on my side until my eyes started to feel heavy and I drifted back off to sleep.

I was sleeping peacefully until I felt something wet all over my face in my sleep which woke me up. For a second I wondered if Floki had made his way into our bedroom but then I decided that it couldn't be as he always runs about and stands on me on in the mornings and there wasn't enough noise either. As my eyes opened I was met with Joao's face right in front of mine pressing a kiss on my nose. Once he realised that I was awake he got more aggressive with his kisses all over my face which made me giggle but then he started tickling me instead which made me laugh even harder. He knows exactly where I'm the most ticklish so of course he had to focus on those spots and tickle me until I was gasping for air. Eventually he did stop and when he did he flopped down on top of me so I used my chance to tickle him as although he says he's not ticklish he definitely is. 

Once we had both stopped our assaults on each other we just laid down together with Joao resting on top of me while I played with his hair. Playing with Joao's hair is one of my favourite past times I love running my hands through it and scratching his head sometimes I put his hair up in different styles too but he often complains that it hurts when I do that. This morning I couldn't resist braiding the few stray strands of Joao's hair; for once he actually let me as he was too distracted playing with the edge of his shirt that I wore to bed. 

"I don't ever want to move from this position" Joao said 

"I'm happy to stay here for the rest of the day" I said

"Good because you're not going anywhere" he laughed holding me tighter 

"What do you think our lives will be like in 5 years?" Joao randomly asked 

"I don't know so much has changed over the last year that I would've never predicted but I'd like for us to have settled somewhere" I said 

"I hope we stay here I really love it here the city and the team are so great but whatever happens as long as you're with me I know everything will be ok" he said 

"What do you think our relationship will be like then?" I asked 

"I'd love for us to be married and thinking about starting a family but that's only if that's what you want" he said 

"I'd love to get married and have kids with you one day when the time is right" I said so he didn't get any ides just yet 

"I'll wait as long as you need amor until then we can just practice" he said 

That earned Joao a slap on the back of the head but he just laughed and continued to talk about life. We discussed loads of things like my ideal proposal, how our wedding would be and how many kids we would like. It was fun talking about the future with Joao, although we've talked about all of this before that was before all of the changes to our lives and things are different now plus we are older so it's good to know we are still on the same page. After talking about all of those serious topics we moved on to talking about what we are going to do with the rest of today and tomorrow as those are the only days we both have off. Both of us wanted at least one lazy day so we decided seeing as we'd spent a while in bed already today would be our day to relax. 

After a while of cuddling together watching tv Joao randomly got out of bed and went downstairs. I wondered where he had gone and why until he came back upstairs holding a tray of pastries and two plates. He had ordered breakfast for us from my favourite bakery in town which we both very much enjoyed in bed. When we were done we went right back to cuddling. I think this has been my favourite day in a long time as I've missed spending time with Joao so getting to do nothing but soak up the cuddles I've missed out on is exactly what I've been craving. 

#joao felix x reader #joao felix imagines #joao felix imagine #joao felix #football imagine

[shinjisdone]

Heyya, I saw how you wrote last time about Silver and Sebek. I love it, it's cute. I hope you don't mind me request.

The type of request is the scenario and the reader is Gender neutral, the prompt: "[LIFT] - sender lifts receiver off the ground (or attempts to)." From fluff.

Probably where MC/reader tries to lift Silver up while a sleep. I'm sure all that movement won't even successfully wake Silver up. Tho I would like to see where they successfully lift Silver.

Hope this is okay !

A very cute idea and I'd like to try out a prompt that is more active :) Unfortunately, I've grown tired and impatient so this will be written in bullet points, hope that's okay.

Fluff prompt: [LIFT] - sender lifts receiver off the ground (or attempts to)

With Trying to Lift Up A Sleeping Silver

Silver was one of the nicest student's you've known.

For a second-year he soaked up a lot of knowlegdge like a sponge and is kind enough to help you out in all kinds of lessons. The only thing he asked in return is to study outside, since he can better focus in a brighter place with fresher air.

Taking the chance to finally get that one topic with one of the nicest guy's you know, you accepted without hesitation, thinking he requested this to keep himself better awake.

It went well. Silver was calm and patient as he explained various topics, no matter if you soaked them up quickly as he did or not. It's relaxing to listen to him speak and actually get what he is talking about. Compared to other second-years (Riddle, Azul, Leona,etc.) this outdoor study lesson is comforting.

Comforting enough to fall asleep it seems...you only turned your back for a second to review your notes and already do you feel a weight leaning against your back. Turning your head, you heard Silver's soft snores this close to your ear and his locks tickling your nose as his body gave in and leaned further and further and further...

Panicking, you froze as still as a statue. You called out his name softly in a whisper - since he was already so close to you, you feared that even a normal volume would scare him out of dreamland.

Yet, to no avail. Calling and nudging him seemed pointless for he just...cuddled closer to you. Often he'd murmur something but it was too unintelligible to understand.

Oh, dear...you don't have all day! And neither does he! The next lessons are going to start sometime, soon even perhaps and you cannot afford to lose your head being tardy at Trein's classes! Besides, you cannot let that happen to Silver after he was so kind enough to help you out!

Packing your belongings aside and taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to at least stand up. Slowly moving forward, so did Silver but you soon found out that he was surely but slowly sliding off your back and right to the meadow below.

Gotcha! Caught his head just in the right moment! As much as you'd like to celebrate your victory on getting on your feet, your dear peer was still asleep.

"Silver-senpai..." You called out louder, tapped his shoulder, pinched his nose! Yet still, all he'd do is scrunch it up.

It seemed like you needed to carry him - or at least, lift him up first.

Snaking your arms around his torso and resting his head on your shoulder, you once again attempted to get up. Though asleep, Silver's body was heavy and lax - but at least you managed to have him sit up so far.

In response, he only snored.

"Sword-sparring is...soon..."

Oh, really? Grrreat.

Once again you try to get up - again and again and again, only to slip on the grass and fall back to your knees. Silver only snores louder.

Well, at least he can't hear you curse profanities.

With a quick hitch, you could finally get one foot on the ground and Silver was hoisted up higher. Inahling sharply, you made sure to continue up with a composure that could rival your upper classmate.

"Silver-senpai...c'mon, wake up. You're heavy..."

Though you only meant to motivate yourself, it seemed like the young knight was listening in his sleep.

"...I'll help you out...gladly..."

Shucks, now you feel awful.

Nevertheless, you won't be deterred! One last yank and you both were lifted up to your feet!

Yet so much so that you loosened your footing again, slipped on the grass and lost balance right then and there-!

If it weren't for the hand reaching for yours and pulling you briskly into a sturdy chest. Silver was quick to wrap his arms around you.

"Prefect...be careful. This meadow can be quite slippy."

...Whua???

Now he's awake...? What, through some kind of instinct or...???

"Our classes will begin soon, too. Is there anything else you wanted to know? Any questions?"

"Uh, no. I don't believe so."

Gently he pulled away and dusted you off. "Then let's head inside. Better not be tardy or we'll get an earful. Are you okay?"

You could only respond with a half-hearted nod and quietly followed him, still all at sea. You let him hold your hand as he guided you back to the pathway.

You believe it's best not to let him know for now.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst silver #twst silver x reader #request #fluff prompt

[tsarisfanfiction]

Hi Tsari!! *waves* For the Sicktember prompts, either Scott - 17. or Kayo (if you’re doing Kayo) - 3. Please??? :)

Passed Down

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Scott, Kayo

Sick days were a luxury Scott couldn't allow himself, no matter what his stomach had to say on the matter. @sicktember prompt 17: Ginger Ale and Crackers

I'm only doing one prompt at a time but I will do the Kayo one tomorrow (alongside some boys because that's another prompt that's been requested more than once). Her presence in this one was unexpected, I have to admit - I don't really write her much as a rule.

"Ginger ale and crackers" is something I'd never really heard of, so I had to look up what it was supposed to be a remedy for. Turns out it's nausea, so there's a nausea warning on this fic. Stress is mean when it wants to be.

Sicktember 2021 Prompts - I only plan on writing prompts if I get a request for them, so request away :D Doesn’t have to be TAG - characters from any fandom can be requested (although I can only guarantee I’ll work with ones I know)

Scott knew he was in for a bad day when he opened his eyes, saw that dawn was still a little way off, and his stomach churned. He didn’t get sick often, but the particular sensation of nausea coiling in the belly was unmistakable, and safe in the knowledge that it was entirely too early for anyone else in his family to be awake – even Gordon didn’t leave his room before the dawn – Scott curled up around his stomach, arms embracing it tenderly.

He couldn’t be sick. He couldn’t afford to be sick – International Rescue had only just started back up after- after Dad’s crash, and the eyes of not just the GDF but also the world were on them, scrutinising and waiting to pounce. Just one mistake, one life lost that should have been saved, one error in judgement, and he’d prove the sceptics right – prove that he couldn’t do this.

For the sake of his brothers, for the sake of Dad and his dream, Scott had to succeed. Had to save everyone (like he hadn’t been able to save Dad), had to sweet-talk the GDF into letting their operations continue, had to prove that just because Jeff Tracy was no longer at the helm didn’t mean International Rescue shouldn’t be allowed to operate any more.

There was a pile of reports that had to be finished from last night’s rescue. Some TI was lurking in there as well, Dad’s other project and the reason IR could even function. Scott couldn’t afford to take a sick day.

If he did, everything would fall apart.

His traitorous body responded with a surge of bile that tickled the back of his throat in a clear threat. Rest, or else.

Scott would have gladly slept until dawn, but the same traitorous body that wanted him to rest also deprived him of sleep, too intent on stuffing his stomach with nausea and aches. Curled up in a ball in a desperate attempt to persuade his body that no, it wasn’t sick, Scott watched his bedroom slowly brighten as dawn broke and tried not to panic when the symptoms didn’t subside.

Where had this even come from? His immune system was strong, and he was fairly certain he hadn’t been exposed to anything on the rescue. Last night’s dinner had been take-out, so there was no chance that Grandma had accidentally poisoned him again, either. An upset stomach made no sense.

The first rays of the dawn sun crept through his window, passing over his face and catching his eyes.

Time to get up.

Dragging his unwilling body out of bed was a contest of wills. Mind over matter hauled him into the shower, where he hunched over, fighting the instinct to sit down and curl into a little ball in a desperate ploy to ease the nausea. Sheer stubbornness got him through his morning routine – although he was fairly certain there were more hairs out of place than he’d normally permit – and down into the kitchen, where he met his first true obstacle.

He set the coffee machine going out of habit as he raided the cupboards for breakfast. Nothing fancy or lengthy – a bowl of muesli was both nutritious and filling – but a necessity as he mentally prepared for a morning of paperwork.

The idea of going for his normal morning run crossed his mind as he let the mixture soak. Running off whatever was plaguing his stomach was an appealing prospect; fresh air always worked wonders, and nothing beat decent exercise for keeping the body in shape.

Then the coffee maker chirped its alert that it was finished and the scent of the fresh brew wafted across the kitchen.

Scott was heaving before it even registered, nothing thankfully coming up but a clear final warning that his body would not be tolerating certain triggers. He wasn’t daft enough to ignore that and made a quick decision. One hand snatched up the bowl of soaking muesli, the other grabbed a spoon, and he beat a hasty retreat up to Dad’s desk, where the work was waiting for him.

The run – and the coffee – could be skipped. The reports could not.

The work was very hard to focus on as his stomach continued to stage an ongoing protest. The cause still wasn’t clear, and Scott wished he could just ask it what the problem was – or better yet, tell it to stop being a nuisance and be obeyed – but unfortunately stomachs didn’t talk, or obey commands.

In fact, it seemed to get worse the moment the thought crossed his mind, as though it knew he’d considered it and had taken offence. The bowl of cereal sitting innocently on the desk next to the holoprojector, spoon sticking out and reflecting the early morning light, didn’t seem particularly inviting.

Not eating wasn’t an option, though. His family would worry, and besides, not eating really would make him ill, so with a grimace he grabbed the spoon and scooped up some of the mixture.

His stomach revolted at once, and it was all Scott could do to choke down the mouthful without letting anything come up. Muesli was apparently a no-go. If even one mouthful did that, there was no way he’d get through the entire bowl.

A slender hand encroached on his periphery and he blinked as the bowl was whisked away, looking up at the perpetrator. Hazel eyes gazed back, concern broadcasting as clearly as he’d seen any emotion in them since, well.

Since they’d both lost their fathers.

Tanusha had never been the most open of girls, but as the Kyranos had joined their family she’d slowly let down her defences. That had resulted in mischief – Scott had no qualms about saying his little sister was just as bad as his brothers when she’d wanted to be – and a sly grin becoming her default expression more often than not.

Then the Zero-X had happened, Scott had lost his father, and Kyrano had vanished with barely any warning at all. Tanusha had become Kayo, and the walls had slammed back up. On one level, Scott thought he understood – whatever his intentions, Kyrano had abandoned her, and with no blood family left, she was rather the odd one out. An adopted sister in amongst a hoard of blood brothers.

On another level, it was another thing to weigh on his mind. Scott loved all his siblings fiercely – adopted or blood – and watching Kayo retreat into her shell again had hurt. It had taken more than he had to try and coax her back out again, and it was a blemish on his personal record as a big brother that Grandma had been far more successful than he’d been in that regard. Maybe if he’d been better, tried harder, realised she was hurting too earlier, she wouldn’t still be so closed off compared to before.

Moments like this, where the walls lowered a little and he could read the emotions in her eyes, were slowly increasing in frequency, but they were still uncommon. In light of that, Scott couldn’t even be mad that she’d stolen his breakfast.

“I was eating that,” he protested, although it was half-hearted to his own ears. A raised eyebrow told him that Kayo heard it, too.

“You were about to throw it all back up again,” she retorted, crossing her arms. The bowl dangled somewhat precariously from her fingers, the contents threatening to spill along the floor much like his stomach was threatening to do.

“No, I wasn’t!”

“You’ve almost thrown up twice this morning already,” she informed him coolly, as though he wasn’t aware of that – he was, although he wasn’t aware that she’d seen either occasion. “You should be in bed, Scott.”

He shook his head immediately, a little desperation oozing into the action unbidden. “No! No, I need to get this done.” He met her eyes evenly, and past the concern he could see the resignation. Suddenly promoted to their head of security now Kyrano was gone, he knew she understood. Maybe better than anyone else did. “You know I do, Kayo.”

A rebellious stomach couldn’t be enough to stop him. It wouldn’t impress the GDF or the world.

She sighed, shoulders slumping. “Can’t John do it?” It was a half-hearted protest at best. John was busy with finishing off his PhD, and Scott point blank refused to distract him from that with this. It was bad enough that John insisted on still being their communications specialist, although he had put forward a solid argument about the benefits of being on Thunderbird Five for his research.

Scott gave her a tired look that brooked no arguments. “No.”

The noise she made was displeased but acknowledging. After all, she understood.

“If you’re sick, don’t eat this stuff,” she continued, “or drink that coffee you were brewing.”

Scott’s stomach churned at the mere mention of the drink.

“I’ll get you something better,” she promised. “I know a recipe.” There was no wait for a response before she walked away, his bowl of muesli firmly in her grip. Scott stared after her for a moment, trying to remember the last time he’d seen his sister cooking in the kitchen – not since Kyrano had left – before catching sight of the holographic paperwork in his periphery and remembering why he was out of bed despite his stomach’s continued attempts to the contrary.

Paperwork had a way of absorbing time, so Scott had no idea how long had passed when a glass was slid onto the desk in front of him. The drink it contained was cloudy, somewhere between yellow and orange in colour.

“Drink that in sips, not all at once,” Kayo told him firmly as she deposited a plate of savoury crackers next to it. “And don’t eat those all at once, either.”

“What is it?” Scott lifted the glass cautiously and took a tentative sniff. The unmistakable scent of ginger assaulted his nostrils, but much to his relief his stomach didn’t take that as a trigger to exaggerate its constant temper tantrum.

“Homemade ginger ale,” Kayo said, somewhat needlessly. “It’s a family recipe that’s good for nausea.”

Family recipe? It wasn’t a Tracy family recipe, which meant… Scott swallowed, and was immediately attacked by the taste of bile. Kyrano had been an amazing chef, and Kayo had often been found with him, learning dishes Scott couldn’t even begin to remember the names of – many of which were Malay in origin, or so he’d been told – but that had just left her with an aversion for the kitchen ever since he’d left.

This was the first time he knew of that she’d used it for anything more than grab-and-go since then.

He took a tentative sip, intense hazel eyes watching – no doubt his sister was willing to snatch it away again if he drank what she considered too much in one go. His stomach didn’t immediately revolt, which was a pleasant change, and he carefully deposited the glass back on the desk.

“Thanks,” he said. “It tastes amazing.” It did, and even his stomach seemed to be permitting it to go unchallenged. He reached for a cracker to nibble on and begrudgingly returned his attention to the piles of reports that needed dealing with.

He didn’t miss the way Kayo softened slightly, barely-visible tension bleeding away. “You’re welcome,” she replied, turning on her heel and starting to walk away. “Oh, and Scott?”

“Mm?”

“I know that stuff needs to be done, but take it easy today, okay? If you don’t, I’ll alert John.”

Threat delivered, she vanished, leaving Scott gaping in betrayal. He’d thought she understood!

Still, regardless of her betrayal, the ginger ale still tasted amazing. Scott and his stomach could both agree on that.

#sicktember2021 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #scott tracy #kayo kyrano #thunderfluff #writerpyre #sicktember

[nomsugayoongi]

Off My Face. Part 4!

Pairings: Jungkook X OC female (nameless)

Tags: Fluff. They get busted. Giggly!Joon. Flirty!Jk, SMUTTTTTT! Sweaty after practise Jk getting his fuck on in a bathroom. Not for littles.

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She was warm. She was comfortable. She was probably the most relaxed she'd ever felt, floating in dreams. Something subtle was pulling her out. Back towards consciousness. She groaned sleepily, a warm, soft lump at her side wriggled also. Awareness hadn't quite crept in yet. The lull of sleep drawing her away. But there was a noise. Something that didn't want her to stay here. Sound started to form. Like a tapping sound. Glass maybe. More wriggling at the side of her, weight across her stomach, something tickling her neck. She lifted a heavy hand to swat at it, only to connect with something solid. Her fingers wriggled. Something soft beneith them. Tapping. More awareness. Jungkook. First formed thought. Before any real comprehension kicked in, he did. She sighed. Sleepy smile. More tapping. "Jungkookie?" She knew that voice. Awareness crashed back into place followed by panic. "Shit" she hissed, eyes snapping open. Sunlight flooded the room, Jungkook still asleep next to her. She'd fallen asleep in his bed. "Jungkookie, I'm coming in!" Namjoon called through the door.

Her eyes scanned the room furiously. There wasn't enough time for her to go anywhere. Plus her underwear was on the bedroom floor. Naked from the waist down, she frantically pulled the covers over herself. The door handle creaked. She elbowed Jungkook and braced for impact. His eyes shot open and he groaned, cradling his ribs where her elbow connected. He didn't have time to ask her what the hell was going on. He was still squinting stupidly when the door swung open and Namjoon appeared. "JK, you need to get up. We have....WOAH!!" Namjoon's hands shot to his mouth, frozen in the doorway at the sight that greeted him. His eyes wide. "What the....?" He started. Jungkook was awake now, scrambling into a sitting position. "WHAT IS THIS?" Namjoon shrieked, his shock dissolving into giggles. "Shut the door" Jungkook hissed. Namjoon booted the door closed, not taking his eyes off the pair in the bed. "What happened?" He whispered, still chuckling childishly. "We fell asleep" she replied stupidly. Jungkook had jumped out of bed, opening the bedroom door he peered either way down the hallway. "Where is everyone?" He questioned. "Showering or having breakfast. We let you sleep as long as we could but we have practise in an hour. What is going on here?" He asked again. "Good, so nobody heard you freaking out then." Jungkook mused, ignoring Namjoon's question. He turned back towards his bed, running his fingers through his hair with a heavy sigh. He flopped onto the bed next to her, resting his head against her shoulder with a sleepy grumble. That was not how he wanted to wake up. She smiled, stroking his hair. "GUYS...are you serious? What the hell?" Namjoon questioned for the fifth time. "You said nothing was going on" he added, pointing an accusing finger at her. "It wasn't...then." she replied sheepishly. Namjoon sat on the edge of the bed. "Well...when?" He asked, still reeling. "Yesterday. After dinner." She said simply. Namjoon gawped at them. "So...what? Now you're like...bed buddies?" Jungkook chuckled, finally lifting his head. "I wouldn't say it like that. Look, we like each other. We wanna see where it could go but it's....new. We didn't want anyone to know until we'd had a chance to figure it out ourselves. So please don't say anything to the others. Hyung...please." he asked sincerely. Namjoon frowned, his expression immediately becoming that of supportive big brother. "Of course I won't. But guys....this is....insane. I mean...it's GREAT. But...WOAH!" He chuckled. She grinned, nuzzling into Jungkooks side. "I told you to tell him" Namjoon smiled. Jungkook frowned looking from her to Namjoon. "Huh? Told her to tell me...." He muttered. "How she felt about you." He responded. Jungkooks frown deepened. "Why? How long have you known?" He asked. Namjoon shrugged. "Ages. Since she got back from England." Jungkook pouted, picking up the pillow and bashing her with it playfully. "Told him months ago. Told me yesterday. That's some kind of backwards." He whined. "I couldn't tell you. It was too intense. I was all...spazzy" she replied, defensively. "Uh huh?" He hummed, leaning in to kiss her. "Uh huh!" She replied, catching his lips in a soft kiss. Namjoon cleared his throat loudly. "Still here guys. Plus, I don't wanna ruin your moment but you really do need to get up. 50 minutes till dance practise." He reminded. Jungkook groaned loudly, throwing his head back. "I'll be down in 5 minutes. Need to pee and brush my teeth" he grunted. Namjoon nodded, giving them one last huge smile before departing. Once Namjoon has left, Jungkook started trying to motivate himself, rifling through his wardrobe for something comfy to wear. He usually really enjoyed dance practise but that was when he hadn't stayed up most of the night before and didn't have a half naked, beautiful girl in his bed. "Jungkook, can you pass me my underwear please?" He turned, smiling at the blush flooding her cheeks as she sat in his bed, hugging her knees. "They're right there." He said, pointing to the spot on the floor where they'd landed. "Well...can you get

them for me?" She asked. "But they're closer to you than me. Why can't you get them?" He questioned, folding his arms with a smirk. Her face burned scarlet. "Cause...I'm naked under here. You'll see." She whispered. He walked over, picking them up and leaned onto the bed, kissing her before dropping them in her lap and turning back to his wardrobe. "I've already seen." He said in a sing song tone. "Jeon Jungkook" she hissed. "What? I have. I had my whole face right up in there. Too late to get shy about it now." He teased. She scrambled under the covers to pull on her underwear, blushing furiously. "Stop it, beast" she grunted. He turned back again with a grin, grabbing her hands and pulling her out of bed. He hooked a finger under her chin as she tried to avoid his gaze, forcing her to look at him. "Don't be shy. You don't need to be. You were so beautiful last night. Watching you come undone like that..." He paused and sighed, shaking his head. "...i'd be trying to make you look that way again right now if I didn't have practise. You don't have to hide from me. I like every inch of you. Very much." He caught her lips, his kiss sweet but just a touch of his hunger leaking through. His thumb trailed softly down her face. "JUNGKOOK" a collective scream bellowed from downstairs. He lept back from her reluctantly. "ALRIGHT" he hollered back. "To be continued." He muttered, apologetically, grabbing a handful of clothes and speeding off towards the bathroom. She took a quick shower and decided to get herself ready before heading downstairs. Hair washed, blow dried and straightened. Cute outfit. Minimal make up. She didn't want to look like she was trying to look good. But she still wanted to look good. That was an issue when the person you had just started dating could look good in a sack. She bounced downstairs about half an hour after Jungkook had left her. "Morning guys" she called. Namjoon was grinning at her stupidly which made her giggle. She ruffled his hair playfully as she walked past, causing a distressed grunt from him as he tried to fix it. She walked up to the table, throwing her arms around Suga's shoulders from behind as he sat eating his breakfast. "Oh...hello" he smiled, patting her hands. Jungkook was sat opposite looking sinfully good. Baggy black cargo pants, a black long sleeved shirt that absolutely swamped the frame underneath but still managed to look great on him. She guessed black sneakers too even though she couldn't see his feet. He was shovelling cereal into his mouth, his eyes flickering over her face in a way that made her feel naked. She let go of Suga, planting a peck on the top his head then made her way round the table, leaning over it unnecessarily to grab a piece of toast right in Jungkooks eye line. He swallowed a huge mouthful of cereal, fighting a smirk. "Hungry?" He asked. She hummed her affirmative as she chewed. "Starved" she replied. "You? Didn't you do enough eating yesterday?" She raised a cocky eyebrow then bit her lip to hold in a laugh as she heard Namjoon choke on his food behind her. Jungkooks face remained neutral but she saw his ears flush. He shrugged casually. "Nope. Still hungry" Jungkook replied. His eyes were burning into her. "You know he could eat for his country" Jin piped up. She let herself laugh at that and nodded, turning and heading away from the table. "That's very true" she replied quietly. ----------------------------------------------------------- She had just about finished cleaning the house when she heard the cars pull up outside and collective sounds of the guys. The front doors banged open and they filed in, talking and laughing amongst themselves. She grinned having already prepared cold drinks and snacks for them all. Jungkook was in the middle of the bunch, an arm slung around Jimin's shoulders. He gave her a huge smile, grabbing a bottle of water and stopping beside her. He pressed the bottle against his head, the cold condensation feeling nice against his warm skin before untwisting the cap and downing about three quarters of the bottle in

huge gulps. He looked gorgeous. His skin flushed and clammy, his hair now wavy and damp with sweat but he was still buzzing with energy. He always was after practise. His adrenaline kept him going much longer than the other guys. "How was practise?" She asked, sneakily resting a hand on his back, her fingers playing under his shirt, stroking over his sweaty skin. He smiled, draining the rest of his water before grabbing another. "It was good. A few hiccups but we're getting there. Some of the new choreos are pretty intense. Should be good in front of ARMY though." He replied. He leaned into her, smelling her hair quickly. "I need to shower." He said, scratching at his sweaty hair. He made his way towards the stairs, clattering Jin over the head with his empty water bottle and giggling mischeviously as a cushion was flung at him. He paused at the bottom of the stairs, beckoning her to follow before hopping up them 3 at a time like he hadn't just spent the last few hours dancing his ass off. She paused for a minute, wondering what excuse to use so she could disappear. Namjoon walked over with a smile. "Go. I got you covered." He whispered, grabbing a bottle of water and turning back to the group. She grinned happily, heading for the stairs. She could hear the water running in one of the bathrooms and wondered if he'd already jumped into the shower. She paused at the top of the steps, looking from the bedrooms to the bathroom door. "Psst" She swung round, Jungkook was stood in the doorway of his bedroom with a smirk. "Hey. I thought you were showering" she smiled. He pulled her into his bedroom, pinning her against the wall, his fingers lacing through hers. "I will be." His lips were on hers straight away, his body pressing her against the wall so hard it made her shoulders hurt. "I missed you" he mumbled between kisses. "Couldn't stop thinking about you at practise." His lips skimmed down, sucking and nipping at her neck. Her breath caught, she wrenched one hand out of his grip to tangle in his messy hair. His smell was intoxicating, a gentle mix of his usual scent and the warm, wet kind of smell of someone who'd been active recently. The kind of pre-sweat smell. Very masculine and playing absolute havok with her hormones. "Couldn't stop thinking about last night. You. The way you moan. How you taste. The look on your face." He grunted into her neck. She felt a sharp stab as he bit a little harder at the tender skin above her collarbone. Each word he whispered collecting at her core, provoking an instant ache. "Need more." He whispered. He lifted his lips from her neck, his eyes meeting hers. She almost moaned. He looked aggressively gorgeous, his eyes darker, burning into her, lips slightly swollen and parted, the tip of his tongue running slowly across his bottom lip. He took her hand, pulling her towards the bathroom. She almost had to run to keep up with him, taking long strides, yanking at her arm like he didn't have time to waste. Once in the bathroom, he kicked the door shut, pulling her in for another mind melting kiss. She was so busy trying to keep up with his insistent tongue that she didn't even notice him unbuttoning her jeans until he was hooking his fingers in and pushing them over her hips. She moaned against his mouth in anticipation. He broke the kiss, kneeling down to yank her jeans and panties off her feet then trailing kisses up her leg, stopping to sink his teeth into her thigh. She squeeked, watching a cheeky smile pull at his lips. He stood, lifting her easily and plonking her on the bathroom counter. She gasped, the cold marble surface agaisnt her bare skin making her squirm although she really didn't have long to think about it. He was already pulling her legs apart, sinking down as his eyes stayed fixed on her. She watched, his eyes never leaving her face as he delivered a long, slow lick to her slit. He groaned, sounding almost relieved as he repeated the action, tongue sliding through her folds, the instant jolt of pleasure as he passed over her clit. "Oh my god." She breathed. There was

something inherently more sexy about actually watching him do it. She felt like she should look away but his gaze wouldn't let her. His big brown doe eyes holding her innocently while the action with his tongue was anything but. After another long lick, he stopped at her clit, circling the bundle of nerve endings with the tip of his tongue, still watching her watch him, the corners of his open mouth curling in an almost sinister smile. "Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?" He groaned. She opened her mouth to reply but no words came out, she was rapt, watching him flatten out his tongue and lick hard, his lips closing around her clit in a way not unsimilar to the way he kissed her face. He moved one hand from her thigh, sitting back on his heels, his attention temporarily turning from her face as he lazily dragged his fingers up and down her pussy. She could see her wetness coating his index and middle finger as he stood up, presenting them to her. "Open" he whispered. Unable to do anything else through the haze of lust currently engulfing her, she obediently opened her mouth, lips closing around his fingers, tongue snaking round them as she experienced the tangy, slightly sweet taste of the arousal he provoked in her. He moaned, watching her suck his fingers deep into her mouth, her tongue soft and warm sending jolts of desire to his already aching cock. "Damn. I want to fuck you so bad." He panted. "Wanna feel your soft, hot pussy around my cock. Wanna screw you till you can't speak. Want it so bad." His voice was husky, his head dropping onto her shoulder as he battled ferociously with his need. "Please do" she croaked, her mouth dry. He whined, a small part of him thinking their first time together shouldn't be a lust fueled quicky in a bathroom with all his brothers downstairs. The rest of him couldn't have cared less if they were sat on the counter next to her. He was too far gone to notice. His stomach churned, feeling uncomfortable under the weight of his lust. "I can wait." He offered, although it was taking more restraint than he thought he possessed. "I don't wanna wait." She breathed. "I want you inside me." With that, his resolve snapped, his fingers already deftly battling with the button on his cargo pants before his brain had registered her response. He didn't even bother to take them off, he couldn't wait that long. He just undid them, and pulled his swollen, achy cock out of his boxers, hissing at the contact from his own hand. "Fuck" she gulped. He realised that she'd never actually seen him before, pausing with his long fingers curled around his shaft, he smirked, squeezing slightly, gently stroking his cock, ignoring the tingle of pleasure to focus on her reaction. In typical Jungkook fashion, he was an overachiever. His cock decently above average size without being obscene, deliciously thick, smooth, perfectly straight. Even his dick was pretty. If it wasn't for her overwhelming need for him to stop fucking about and nail her with it, she'd have been annoyed that this gorgeous, cute, devilish, cheeky contradiction of a man had literally not a single physical flaw. He was sculpted, proportioned and presented so perfectly that it stole her breath and at any other time, would have made her heart contract painfully with overwhelming affection. But she wasn't thinking with her heart. She was too wrapped up in her pussy, leaking, feeling so empty she could hardly stand it. "Gonna stand there jerking off or are you going to fuck me?" She hissed, past the point of impatience. His smirk grew. "Feeling needy are we?" He teased. She pouted pitifully and nodded at him with wide eyes. "But how can I fuck you when you look so cute?" He cooed, rubbing the head of his dick against her clit. She shivered, her fingers clenching against the edge of the marble counter top. "It's simple. You just stop being a brat and stick it in me." She huffed. He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Oh that's it? Just slide my thick, hard cock into your cute, tight, greedy little hole hmm? Just stretch your wet little pussy

out, fuck you till you can't see straight." He whispered. She moaned and whined at the same time. "Koo...please. I'm gonna die." She cried, wiggling uncomfortably. He chuckled, making a mental note to see how far he could actually push her in the future. He already knew he was going to have a lot of fun with her neediness. "Relax baby. I've got this." He lined up, rubbing the head of his cock against her hole a couple of times, biting his lip as he felt her entrance contract, trying to suck him in. He pushed slowly, feeling her stretch to accommodate him, then the slick, soft heat engulfing him inch by inch. He groaned heavily, eyes fixed on her impossibly tight hole swallowing his length greedily. "Holy shit." He panted, pleasure exploding through him. "Fuck you feel amazing. Fuck." He wanted to savour it. He felt her fingers clench, balling his sweaty shirt in her hands. "Oh god" she whined, wriggling deperately. The stationary pressure of his cock buried deep inside her was making her crazy. The slight burning stretch, the feeling of fullness. She needed him to move. Her hands gripped at his hips, pushing back. "Don't tease me" she panted. He leaned in, running his nose along her jaw, inhailing deeply, his lips finding her ear. "What do you need Jagi? Slow?" He withdrew painfully slowly, allowing her to feel every bit of him against her sensative walls. "Or hard?" He snapped his hips forward, driving into her mercilessly. She grunted, a stab of achy pain as he hit something deeper than she expected. "Hard." She hissed. He bit his lip, swallowing his own moan, pulling out of her. "Jump down" he instructed, taking her hand and helping her to slide off the marble counter. He kissed her softly before turning her round, pushing against her mid back until she bent over the counter. He groaned, eyes glued as she presented her ass to him. He bit his lip, running his hands over her soft, perfect skin before finding a home on her hips. He positioned himself, her hips giving him the leverage he needed to pull her back sharply as he thrust into her, his cock slamming roughly into her. He groaned, head falling back, a shock of delicious pleasure bursting through him. He fucked her like he was on a timer, relentlessly drilling his dick into her, the lewd slap of his thighs hitting her bare skin permiated the room, drowning out the sound of the still running shower. Her body banging agaisnt the counter top repeatedly as though he was trying to fuck her through the damn thing. He reached up, curling her hair around his hand and pulling her head back, looking at her in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed, mouth agape, brow furroughed, eyes heavy as she bounced around helplessly with every steady thrust. Her sweaty hands slid uselessly over the marble surface, finding no purchase. "You ok? " He grunted. She nodded rapidly. "Don't stop" she hissed. He pulled on her hair sharply, forcing her upright. "Kiss me" he panted. She turned her head, his lips hungrily attacking hers, moaning lustfully into her mouth as he ground his hips agaisnt her ass, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her. "Fuck. So good" he growled, one hand snaking round her waist to play with her clit. She yelped, pushing back, grinding desperately on his cock. He grit his teeth, his expression almost angry as he rapidly rubbed at her clit. His toes were curling inside his sneakers, his orgasm threateningly close. He needed her to cum. Quickly. "Fuck. Love this pussy. So good." He babbled, incoherently. She whined deperately, her head falling back against his shoulder as she sucked in a sharp breath. He felt her walls clench around his cock, felt her muscles tighten and almost sighed with relief, letting go of his restraint, the rapid pulsating of her pussy pushing him over the edge. He came hard, still pistoning his hips deliriously as he spilled what felt like everything he had inside her. He slowed his thrusting, the obscene squelching sound coming from her sloppy cunt only heightening his pleasure. "Fuck" he repeated, stilling his movement, clinging to her weakly.

She looked dazed. Her eyes not fully shut but clearly not actually looking at anything. She panted deperately, trying to regain some oxygen. He braced himself even though his legs felt like jelly, taking the majority of her weight. He nuzzled into her neck, carefully pulling himself out of her, shuddering at the friction against his overly sensative cock. "That was..." He sighed, not actually having a word. "Delicious." She hummed, a smile tugging at her lips. He chuckled and nodded. "Very very." He held her for a few minutes, feeling his heart rate calm and his breathing return to normal, enjoying the blissful afterglow, nuzzling and kissing her affectionately as the lust died down and was replaced with an overwhelming softness for her. She was completely still, breathing shallow and he actually wondered for a second if she'd fallen asleep. "Still with me?" He whispered. She smiled immediately. "Mmm hmm. Just...floating." she sighed. He grinned, knowing the feeling well. "I should shower. We'll be ordering food soon." He murmured, kissing her neck gently. She whined in protest but the sudden growling of her stomach told her he was right. "I know." She said sullenly, peeling herself out of his warm, cosy arms. "Gimme two minutes to clean up then I'll go so you can shower." She sighed, untangling her underwear from her jeans. She washed up quickly, checking her make up in the mirror and fixing the smudges before pulling her hair up. It was too mussed to leave it down now and she couldn't be bothered straightening it again. She made her way downstairs shortly after, leaving Jungkook in the shower although every step away from him felt painful and unnecessary. Some of the guys were still in their rooms, cleaning or getting changed. She headed into the kitchen, stealing a cold Sprite before collapsing on the sofa in the lounge. She sighed, wriggling her toes, the after affects of what had just happened still not fully gone. Her legs still felt shaky. She could feel a dull ache across her thighs where they'd smashed into the marble edge of the counter top repeatedly. She smiled. Yes it was slightly strange but she liked the thought of it bruising. A tangible reminder of what had happened. She bit her lip, feeling heat rise into her cheeks as she stared into space, deep in thought. She'd just had sex with Jungkook. Giggles swelled in her chest. It was so surreal. She didn't understand how she'd gone from pining for him to this. She suddenly missed him desperately even though she'd only been away from him for minutes.

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[amindofstone]

Match up, No. 9

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Hello! Saw you were taking match-ups and I was wondering if I could request one. Only done one before for another fandom, and I was wondering who I’d align with for One Piece ^^

I'm an INFP and generally an introvert, finding it difficult to express myself when I'm around people I'm unfamiliar with or just not close to. I can be both quiet and shy; quiet when I have no interest in making good impression on that person (a stranger I'll see once and never again) and shy when I'm genuinely trying to make myself acceptable to them. But, I do trust easily, so it's not hard to get close enough with me that I'll open up about almost everything, so long as they understand have my boundaries (that'll shift depending on how close). I'm also very affectionate with people I'm close with, particularly through physical touch, since I've been pretty touch starved. If you're close friends with me, you can find me constantly looking for a hug, but I can respect boundaries since not everyone enjoys contact.

The situation would be a bit different romance wise, since I’d revert a bit back to my introverted side, but also very affection-seeking at the same time. I say affection seeking as in I’d crave time and activities spent together with them, but I’d be afraid to ask/initiate, at least during the early beginnings of the relationship. I’d be constantly seeking affirmation of their love, and since I’ve never been in a relationship before (but desperately wanted one), they’d be constantly receiving my love too ❤️

While being an introvert in reality, I find it much easier to speak with confidence online. as I actually have time to contemplate what I can say. It's when I'm either with close friends or on the internet, that I can go on passionate endless rants or show my passive aggressive side. I'm usually pacifist, but if something irks me enough, I can and will pitch in snide/sarcastic remark or two, or if it's more serious; I will write out whole sophisticated and well worded paragraph that'd sound all polite with a hidden snarky tone.

I'm pretty much a hopeless romantic, so there's lot of couple things I want to try when I find someone. Back hugs, bridal carry, tickle fights, you name it. While I do enjoy these displays of affection (comes with the happy kind of embarrassment aka. I feel embarrassed that others sees it but I’m happy because I know they’re not doing it out of maliciousness and because they truly love me), small gestures are appreciated too; a gentle squeeze of the hand, a passing smile, etc.

As for hobbies, I enjoy reading, writing, (occasionally) drawing, but most of all; probably singing. I enjoy a wide variety of songs, depending on what mood I'm in, but I particularly like songs about love. Looking for someone to sing the duet love songs with me, doesn't matter how good or bad they are at singing. They can be tone deaf for all I care, it's the thought that matters 😊

I'm very emotionally sensitive, and can both laugh and cry easily. A random stranger online wished me good day? I'll be in good mood for awhile. Watched a 'mildly' sad movie? (Extra emphasis on mildly) I better have new box of tissue on the side just in case. It'd be nice to have someone that can either comfort me or at least tolerate my emotions, so I wouldn't be irking them 😞

I don't really have a type when looking for significant other but being an INFP does make the romance thing complicated. It'd be nice to have someone that's far along on the extroverted side (just not happy go lucky and can be serious) since, despite being introverted, I like to experience new things. I'm just too afraid to try alone and prefer it if someone else recommends it first. Someone to prompt me and nudge me to do something, but won’t take it too far if I really looked uncomfortable. (I’m also a procrastinator so they gotta find out the right ratio between pushing vs. taking it too far 😅) In relationship, I'd value trust and loyalty the most, since both are important in keeping the healthy relationship. If both sides could equally trust and be trusted, then there wouldn't be place for insecurity or fear. This ties in with another part of me being an INFP; I want a relationship that lasts forever. While it's weird to decide how long lasting the love will be early in the relationship, I don't think I can fully commit myself to someone, knowing that it'll end (through the other side falling out of love with me, finding interest in someone else, etc.) (natural causes like death are fine, even though I will still be sad 🥲)

As for appearance, I’m a 5”4 female with slightly wavy black hair that reach nearly to my waist. I don’t think I’m particularly short, but then again, every anime character seems to be straight up giants XD (Man, I was born with the wrong genes) I’m overall very plain, with black hair, brown eyes, but I’ve always been told I had pretty long eyelashes and big bright eyes. Average weight for my height, and flat chested :’)

As for the preference for gender, I’m mainly attracted to guys. I had some (very few) crushes on a small selection of female anime characters, but that were very rare, like 3, compared to my (insert large number) male crushes

Thank you in advance and sorry for how long this is 😔

P.s. I feel like I need to emphasize I’m still an introvert, since the personality I described is only limited to my very small friend group

a/n:

Hey there? How are you doing? Thank you so much for requesting. First off I should be apologizing for making you wait so long. I hope you´re not mad at me but lately there is a lot happening in my life. In my private life but also in my college life. But let´s put that aside and get to your request.

I have to thank you for the detailed info about you because that helped me to choose a match up for you so much. Like I instantly could think of someone. Not only did it help me to match you up with someone but also to come up with a plot. So I came up with this little imagine/hedcanon… I really don´t know what to call my work for the imaginies so I go with work. XD Anyways I really don´t know what to do at this point. Your request and your personality gave me such a good idea for a plot that I tried my best to keep it short because I decided to turn this request and my ideas and thoughts that are flying around in my mind to an actual FANFICTION! AHHHHHHHH. I can´t stop thinking about it. The idea sounds so damn good in my head that it makes me smile like an idiot right now! Uff I can´t wait to find time writing it down. AHAHH, but I fear that I already gave aways so much with this!!!! *pouts Doesn´t matter I´ll do it anyways. AHHHHHHHHHHH Thank you so damn much for requesting!

Anyways! Back to my work now. If there is anything that bothers you or you simply hate please make sure to tell me so I can change it and give you whatever you´d like. Other than that happy reading my dear!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: I sadly don't know. Please tell me of you know so I can give credits. Thank you in advance. !!!

· I decided to pair you up with KILLER

· Like am I the only person that thinks that he is not getting the screen time and appreciation he deserves? Because that is the damn case! ODA GIVE THIS MAN THE LOVE AND APPRECIATION HE DESERVES. And while we´re at it I wouldn´t mind if I would get a bit more of Eustass Kid too… Thank you in advance. <3

· But that’s not the point. Please dear requesting beautiful human being give this man and me, your hopelessly dreamy author a chance. Thank you, I really appreciate. <3

· aNyWaYssssS.

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· “y/n? Are you still awake?”, asked the blond man softly. “No worries I won´t make you carry me to bed again.”, you said with a giggle. You couldn´t see his face but you knew that he was smiling. “I don´t mind that you know? I like having you close to me without having to fear to see you hid under the blanket for who knows how long.”, you rolled you eyes and hit his arms. “That only happened because that idiot captain of yours annoyed the hell out of me. That was embarrassing Killer.”, you slowly put one leg over the railing and then the next one. Making sure you don´t fall down the ship. “What happened? Didn´t you drag me out our cabin to watch the stars?”, asked the muscular man who held you close to him while making sure you didn´t fell. “I did but now I´d like to look at something different. Something even more beautiful. Something that gives me warmth and happiness. Something that keeps me alive and always makes sure I am doing fine.”, talking to the blond pirate while sitting at the railing was one of the rare moments you were close to an eye level with him. “You mean my mask?”, asked the man with a tiled head that got you to roll your eyes and hit his chest. “Great you destroyed the sweet moment. I hate you. Make a step back so I can get down. I want to go back to bed and drown in regret of dating you.”, you tried to push him away but he was obviously stronger and threw you over his shoulder. “Of course you hate me. That was also the exact same thing you were moaning a while ago. Let´s go back to bed nerd.”

· As sweet and loving your relationship was now with the pirate it also started like that. Wanna know how? Alright let me get comfortable in my bed and get started. Story TIIMMMEEEE!!!

· An island well known for their universities and scientist. An island full of top ranked doctors.

· Physics, chemistry, biology, astrology was well thaught in the schools of the island. An island well known around the world. An island ruled by a powerful devil fruit user.

· An island in which every civilian had a talent in another field. And you? You sadly had an impressive talent for languages.

· Why sadly you wonder? Well the amount of times you had to run for your dear life because some pirates could come and kidnap you and make you read the poneglyphs is immense.

· Once even the infamous Red haired Shanks came and asked you with the hope to have someone who could read them. But sadly you couldn´t. You told him that you were done with pirates coming for you or your best friends. You regretted learning all of that and hated yourself for that. Shanks and Beckman to whom your were talking to really felt bad for you and claimed the island as their territory after they had a chat with ruler and made a deal.

· That was that saved you and your friends for years and made you happy. You were thankful to the red hair pirates and always treated them with meals and drinks when they came visiting the island. You were happy for 5 years. 5 years until these stupid reckless pirates came.

· And now? Now you hated yourself all over again

· You knew that not every pirate was like the red hair pirates. Nice and respectful. They didn´t kill innocent people and destroyed civilizations only to get some gold and diamonds. But these? These were horrible. Cold and cruel.

· “Someone make this btch talk otherwise I´ll do it by cutting her into pieces only stropping when IT actually starts to answer my god damn questions!”, screamed a tall and guy with red hair.

· You were scared. Tied on a mast on their ship, you feared for your life. Screaming for help was not an option since you were already on the sea since a while now.

· The man that was yelling at you none stop was now holding a blond man with a mask at his collar and growling at him. The man might have a mask on but you somehow had the feeling that he was talking to the man with the red fur coat. “Clear the deck! NOW!!”; yelled the man before he left inside the ship. Slowly every man on deck was leaving you alone. You wanted to ask them were or why the left but you knew that they wouldn´t give you an answer. You were a prisoner. A captive. A pathetic human they took on board. With the last pirate leaving you behind, a door that was located behind the mast you were tied on closed while the need to cry grew inside of you. How long am I here by now? One hour? Two or three? Was anyone missing me back at home? Were they already looking for me? Thoughts that occupied your mind were blurring your vision. You were looking right in front of you but also not. Your eyes were wide open but your vision was back at home. Home were you belonged.

· “Hey. Hey can you hear me? Hey you alright, woman? Hello?”, a man was squatting in front of you and waving with his hands in front of your face. You were deeply lost in your thoughts that you neither heard him coming nor saw him sitting right in front of you.

· But the moment he touched you tight you screamed and got back to reality. “Please don´t touch me. Please don´t hurt me. Please I beg you. Please.”, fear was written all over your face. You saw yourself death with a huge puddle of your blood. “Alright I won´t touch you. It´s just that I´ve been sitting in front of you for 5 minutes now and the only thing you did was breath and say no. Anyways here is something to drink. You´ve been her for four hours now. Half of the time unconscious and the other one either basically mute or in a trance.”, the guy in front of you was the same one who got the mad man to leave and clear the deck. It made you wonder who he was that he had such a power but you didn´t dare to ask. “Here I hold it for you and you drink.”, the glass was put on your lips and you drank. You didn´t knew how thirsty you were until your lungs were wetted by the water. Finished drinking he put a blanket over your legs since the position your were in didn´t allow you to cover yourself properly. And the fact that you were wearing a dress wasn´t helping at all.

· “Alright. You had something to drink I got you a blanket now tell me are you able to talk to me and answer my questions?”, you nodded. “Good. Now listen to me. There is this language that is called Krisanasy. As far as I know there is a tiny amount of people who are able to speak that and you are one of these. Am I right?”, you nodded. “How well are you in it?”, you gulped and looked at the man with the mask “I know the most important basics. I remember basic grammar rules and a good amount of vocabulary but I´m not that good in it. I didn´t worked with anything that included this language since years now.”, the masked man nodded and fully sat down now. “Would you be able to get back in it if you had some books and scripts to work with?”, slowly you understood where this was supposed to lead. You knew that if you said yes they would keep you as their prisoner and make your work for them. And if they had everything they would kill you because there would be no more use for you. But if you said no now and refused to talk to him he would probably also kill you. You were in a dilemma. You didn´t wanted to die but also didn´t wanted to die after you helped them. They were criminals. Feared and hated by the government and any human around the world. You looked down on your lap and let your head fall forward so your long black hair covered your face. “Hey I asked you something. Would you be able to do that?”, his voice was deep and rough but in the same time soft and gentle. That irritated you. it make you realize that him being nice to you now was just a way to get under your skin and make you do whatever they wanted. And then they simply would kill you in the most brutal and cruel way. “Hey, woman. Are you listening?”, you felt helpless. “I don´t want to die. Please let me go. Please. I beg you. Please.”, tears were streaming down you cheeks you couldn´t hold back anymore. He came closer and lifted you face. “Listen here you are a smart woman. Stop crying for fcks sake. If I would be you I would have made these pirates work for me. Use your damn brain and stop crying. Do you really think anyone in here would kill you? Heck no! They need your help. They need your brain because all of them are basically stupid. Like damn I need you to answer all of my questions before my captain with anger issues comes and beats the sht out of me. Now answer me woman. Are you able to get back in it if we got you some scripts to work on?”, you nodded while more tears streamed down you cheeks. You felt pathetic. You felt worthless and used. Helping them would turn you into a criminal too and ruin everything you worked on. Everything the emperor did for you and the island would be wasted. “See wasn’t that hard to answer.”

· The questioning went on for a while you didn´t know for how long but you knew that a long time passed since the sun stared to set. “Alright. Now I give you two options. One, stay here. Tied up on the mast no matter what kind of weather we face. Two you swear to obey me no matter what kind of order I give you and you will be able to sleep on a bed. You will get food and tomorrow you will start working on the scripts we give you. You choose.”, with your head hung lowly you said number two and instantly got released from the chains and handcuffs. He helped you stand up and covered you in the blanket before he led you into his cabin. “Wait here. Sit there and don´t do anything stupid as long as I´m not here. If you do anything stupid I won´t be able to help you. Got it?”, he didn´t even wait until you answered or gave any reaction he simply left and closed the door after him. So you waited while sitting with a lowly hung head. Minutes passed and he came back. “Your clothes are dirty. The bathroom is empty so you can take a bath or shower. Anything you want but I´ll be in the room with you. Because of one I have to make sure no one is coming in and secondly to watch over you and make sure you don´t do anything stupid. Got it. Fine. Take this towel and these clothes. We don´t have any female crewmates so you have to be wearing with my clothes until we dock on another island and you get to buy clothes.”

· The man with the mask took care of you for the rest of the day. He took you to shower and gave you fresh clothes. You had dinner with him alone in the kitchen when no one was around and got back to sleep. And no matter what you did he made sure to keep a respectful distance towards you. Whenever he had to come closer or touch you to take care of your wounds he would warn you. The day kept going like that. Nothing else was said about the following days and the thing they wanted you for. Only necessary things were said that were needed at the moment. And you only gave short replays or only answered with a head movement.

· Slowly the day passed by and the night took over with the moon putting the world alight. You were back in his cabin with him sitting on an armchair and you lying in bed sleeping with one hand tied up on the bed.

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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-Four [PT.1]

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NIKKI 

"My wife doesn't tell me she's having an important surgery done, no, no, she just tells her girl friend Sharise who tells Vinnie and I'm the last one to fucking know about it." I tell Amber. 

"I didn't wanna stress him out." Vivian insists, raising her brows. 

"No, you just don't wanna keep me in the know just to piss me off." I argue. 

"Nikki, go to hell." She tells me. 

"You're not talking to him like that in here," Amber scolds her. "Just like he's not talking to you like that. We aren't doing that anymore. That was the issue last week. I didn't stop you two from talking trashy to each other and it got you where you are right now." She states. "Vivian, why didn't you tell Nikki about your procedure?" 

"I didn't even tell the father of my kid I was having it done--I'm just a private person." She tells her. 

"Duff doesn't even know?" 

"No, he doesn't, and he's not going to." She looks at me. 

Note to self: call Duff when she leaves. 

"Why haven't you him?" Amber asks her next. 

"Because I was freaking out over it enough as it was. I didn't need more people freaking out over it." She says. "So I just told Sharise because she was the one driving me home from it."

Amber just raises her brows and thinks for a second, her lips pursed. 

"You see what I have to deal with?" I ask as I motion to Viv. 

"Nikki, please." Vivian rolls her eyes. 

"And she wonders why I won't fuck her. She doesn't deserve it at the moment." I add. 

"Your dick isn't made of gold, Nikki, it's some trophy I should have to earn--especially when you clearly have no qualms tossing it around like a hot potato from one pussy to the next." 

"That's not how you were acting last week." I argue. "

"But you won't fuck me because I'm not Vanity." She says back. 

"I won't fuck you because the thought of screwing a pregnant chick makes my skin crawl." I admit. 

"You'll go down on me while I'm on the rag but me being eleven weeks pregnant--barely showing--is where you draw the line?" 

"Right, sorry, 'I won't fuck you because the thought of screwing a pregnant chick makes my skin crawl when she's pregnant with a baby she cheated on me to conceive,' there, that's better." I correct myself. 

"At least I know the lovechild I have, exists. Do I even wanna think about the girls you've probably knocked up across the globe the last several years?" She accuses me. 

"Unlike you, dear, I know how to fucking use condoms." I cut back at her.

"Gee, can't imagine where I learned to hate condoms in the first place." She sarcastically adds. 

"Fuck if I know, you were telling me to take the damn thing off the first time we even had sex, little miss, 'I'm a virgin', 'this is my first time,' which looking back now is so obviously bullshit." I scoff. 

"I was until you fucking corrupted me." 

"My apologies, I didn't realize I was creating a cum monster whose main ambition was to procreate." 

"And I didn't realize I was creating a codependent junkie." She doesn't hesitate to throw back at me and we're both silent just enough for Amber to cut in. 

"I am going to give you two homework." She says, sighing, glancing at the clock. 

We're out of time. 

"I want you two to write each other a letter, one that doesn't involve putting one another down, and I want you to pick a time--any experience or memory with on another--that you consider the happiest you've been with each other, and I want you to mail them to each other, and next visit you'll read each other's letters back to one another to remind that person what they wrote. Sound easy?"

We just look at each other, not saying a word. 

I didn't want to waste my time writing something for her that she'd just rip up without reading, and I knew she would, and I could see she didn't want to do that, either.

I'm great at song writing...but love letters? 

I think back to the last love letter I wrote for Viv...the one in the back of her Bible I gave to her. 

It kind of hurts that one of the last physical confessions of love I gave to her was practically a suicide note. 

I close my eyes and groan, rubbing my forehead. 

Fuck.

I try to think back to my happiest time with her over the last years. 

Like flicking through the index of my mind--as best as I can, at least…

I let out a heavy sigh as I flip from channel to channel, chewing my gum, getting frustrated when I can't find anything interesting to watch. 

"Are you gonna find a channel and stick to it or are you gonna keep flipping through the same channels and expect programming to change in a matter of seconds?" Vivian asks in a borderline snap, getting aggravated with me. 

I just roll my jaw and turn the T.V. off, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. 

"I didn't say turn it off, Nikki, you can watch T.V., just pick a channel and stick to it." She sighs, her Bible still in hand, the pad she's using to take notes in, in her lap. 

"No. You just read your shit in peace and quiet. Sorry for the interruption." I reply, passively. 

"Nikki, turn the T.V. back on and watch it." 

"I'm good." I state. 

"Ugh, you are such a whiney baby." She mumbles and I raise my brows, looking at her. 

"I'm a what?" I ask, and she looks at me. 

"A whiney baby." 

"A whiney baby?" 

"Yeah." She says it surely. 

I'm grabbing her socked foot that's in my lap, making her squeal, her Bible and notepad falling in the floor when she kicks at me as I start tickling her foot. 

"Nikki, stop!" She laughs out, sitting up and trying to fight me off of her. 

"No, I'm a whiney baby remember?" I remind her, letting her foot go, getting on top of her, my hands moving to her waist, making her laugh again, trying to push me off of her. 

I lean down and kiss her exposed neck, and stop tickling her, instead wrapping my arm under her, pulling her against me, settling between her legs. 

She sighs and kisses me when I lean down to her. 

Once we pull away for air, I run my thumb over her lip and she blinks up at me, slowly. 

I can tell she's thinking, "what the hell is this? What are we doing? We aren't dating, we're not just friends, though, so what are we, Sixx?" 

I don't know, either. 

I'd tell her that but I don't want to freak her out or something. 

I like her, a lot...more than a lot…

"What is it?" She asks me, and I realize I've just been staring at her. 

"I, uh...I'm not really seeing anyone else anymore, you know?" I say, hoping she gets the hint, and she raises her brows a little. 

"Oh." She replies.

"Not that it's a big deal or anything." I add. 

"I wasn't thinking it was." She shakes her head a little...but I can practically see her doing little mental cartwheels and screaming out with joy. 

I just smile at her, kissing her again.

I wrinkle my nose at the memory, not quite sure if that's when I was at my happiest with her. 

I just decide to keep digging through more of my memory--what's left of it, that is--until I'm grabbing my pen, and writing away at the paper. 

"Shhh, shh, you're gonna wake her up!" Vivian whisper yells at me as she holds a sleeping Skylar, the little baby wrapped up in a thick blanket, pacifier in mouth, knocked out cold.

"It's nearly 5:00a.m., what the hell are you doing up?" I ask her, trying to talk straight after a night of booze and blow. 

"She hasn't slept since midnight. I've been trying everything but she just dozes for a few minutes and then wakes back up and whines." She explains.

She looks tired...exhausted, really. 

"You want me to hold her and you go to bed?"

"She doesn't like you, the second she gets the feelings you're holding her, she'll wake you screaming." She reminds me. 

"She likes me." I argue. 

"Nikki, she purposely pees on you anytime you change her diaper, she gets antsy when you hold her--not to mention the amount of times you weren't paying attention and put her clothes on backwards or inside out and she pitches a fit." 

"Hey, trying to dress a squirmy kid is military-grade patience training. If you try to perfect whatever it is she's wearing, she gets irritated and just wants down and starts moving around more and making it more difficult to get some clothes on her." She just chuckles a little and gets quiet in the light of the little reading lamp, her eyes closing slowly. 

"Viv," 

"Hmm?"

"Go put the baby in the little crib thing Sharise brought over and go lay down." I tell her, quietly. 

"I'm fine where I'm at." She insists, but I know she's not. 

I take the chance and gently pick Skylar up, causing Vivian to say, "Nikki, don't wake her up," and I carefully make sure not to wake her as I carry her to the guest bedroom and put her in her playpen on her back like Sharise drilled into mine and Viv's heads to be sure of. 

She doesn't wake up, and when I get back to the living room, Vivian's asleep in her chair, cuddled under the blanket she had Skylar under. 

"Alright," I nudge her awake and she hums, furrowing her brows. "C'mon," I say to her, and she reaches her hands out. "What is it?" I ask her. 

"Can you carry me?" She asks and I sigh out. 

"Yeah, baby," I don't tell her, 'no,' despite not knowing whether or not we'll get to the bedroom because I'm tired and I know she obviously is, too, and she's not light as a feather--which will just make me more tired by the time I head to the bedroom. 

I scoop her up and make it to the bed, only nearly dropping her once due to losing my footing--which that's not her fault. That's just the evidence of my night out. 

When I lay her on the bed and pull my clothes off, crawling in beside her, she's snuggling up to me under the covers.

"You smell good." She mumbles to me. 

"I don't know how. I smell like cologne, sweat, and booze." I mumble back, my eyes closed. 

"You smell good." She repeats it. 

"You do, too." I reply. 

"I showered. You should try it some time." She says. 

"Okay, Sixx, don't make me whoop your ass at five in the morning." I tell her, keeping my eyes closed, and she giggles, pressing her lips to my cheek, and my jaw, her nails trailing down my chest to my abdomen, deliberately running over the trail of hair leading down to my…

"It's five in the morning." I groan out, biting back a moan when her hand wraps around me, another kiss being pressed to my cheek. 

"We can be done in a couple minutes." She tells me. 

"I thought you were tired." I reply, trying to wake myself back up being that a certain part of me is up and alert. I rake my hands down my face as she straddles me, before looking up at her. "You're like those spiders that wait for the males to be vulnerable then they fuck 'em and kill 'em." I add, despite my hands running up her thighs to her waist…

"You always complain about early morning sex but then by seven o'clock you're the one not letting me tap out." She reminds me. 

I just grab her hips and push her off of me before getting on her, making her laugh before my mouth catches hers, my teeth bitting at her lip before my tongue smoothes over it, making her moan softly. 

By the time we're finished and satisfied, I'm getting off of her with deep breaths, the both of us gasping for air, covered in sweat--even our hair. 

We don't hear Skylar down the hall which is a good sign that she's still asleep. 

It's weird having a baby in the house. I know it's temporary, until Vince and Sharise get back from their little Florida getaway, but it's odd taking care of someone else aside from Vivian.

I wonder what it would be like if Viv would've actually been pregnant when we got married like she thought she was. 

We'd have a two year old by now. 

How fucking bizarre would that be raising a kid in this life at the moment. 

Sure, Vince is doing it, but that's because Sharise is solid as a fucking rock. 

I'd take a bullet for Vivian--fucking die for her--but she's not solid like that, not right now, at least. She used to be. 

I mean she's still sober as shit but sobriety doesn't help much when you're wired even though you don't have a drop of anything in your system.

Look at me, like I'm one to be talking about dependability.

I look over at her, she's passed out, damp red hair across her pillow, covers pulled over her shoulder…

I reach over and run my fingertips across her cheek, the palm of my hand moving up to smooth over her hair as rays of sun start to filter through the small parting in the blackout curtains.

I'd love to have a kid in a couple years--maybe even within the next year--it just depends on the band, whether we're where we need to be by then or not...whether me and Viv are where we need to be or not, too. 

Which as of right now, we're great. 

We're more than great. 

We haven't argued in two weeks. 

Two fucking weeks. 

Who the hell goes that long without arguing? Certainly not us, but here we are. 

We weren't fighting as much because we were having sex like bunnies. I'm talking at least twice a day--Twice. A. Day. For two and a half weeks. 

Looking back, I know it's because she was in the wake of a miscarriage, I was in the wake of Vince and Razzle's tragedy, we were both craving a quick fix and I guess sex is how we were illusioned into believing we were healing. 

In reality we obviously weren't solving anything, just brushing it under the rug, but it was honestly the happiest I had been with her for our marriage. 

It was peaceful. We weren't at each other's throats. We weren't at war. We looked forward to seeing each other and spending time with each other, and it was the closest we got to being how we were when we were just dating...so that, for me at that time, was the happiest I remember us being.

The next day I'm taking my enveloped and stamped letter down to the mailbox in the hall near the recreation room, passing by Amber on my way, seeing her nod at me in acknowledgment before I'm halting myself and coming back to see her. 

"Hey, Doc, I need a word." I tell her. 

"Can it wait, Mr. Sixx, I'm running late for a meeting?" 

"I wanna know why having sex with my wife is a bad thing?" I ask, and she stops and looks at me. 

"It's not. Nobody said it was." She tells me. 

"You told me it might jeopardize our progress if we move too fast." 

"Because it very well could. You both have co-dependence intertwined in your sex lives." She explains.

"Well, I don't know if you've been paying attention to the last couple sessions but my wife has needs right now. And not having sex with her right now is jeopardizing our progress because she thinks something's wrong with her." 

"But you've told me, and her, you don't desire her because she's currently carrying another man's child."

"I've been thinking about it and I told her I'd work this out with her and how I've acted towards her is kinda contradictory to that." I admit. "And I can't go home and screw her into next week because you've got me paranoid about messing things up, now." 

"Have you told her my opinion on sex in your relationship as of now?" 

"No."

"Well, then, tell her about it and I'll take the blame for it." 

"I don't want you to take the blame for anything, I want you to 'ok' me banging my wife." 

"If you want to, 'bang,' your wife, then you can do that. There's not a law in the universe barring you from getting intimate with her."

"Sure as shit feels like it." I argue. 

"Tell you what, you talk to her about it--tell her my opinion--and we'll touch on it in the next session." She suggests. 

"Pun intended?" I ask and she furrows her brows, looking unamused. 

"...Okay, nevermind." I mumble. 

"I'll see you Friday for your session with the boys, have a good day." She tells me, giving me a nod before walking away. 

I just shake my head a little, irritated, and drop my letter in the mail box, heading to the payphone to try to call Vivian. 

"Hello?" She answers on the second ring and I clear my throat. 

"H-Hey, it's me," I say, and she's quiet for a moment. 

"Hey," she finally answers and I let out a breath of relief. 

"Do you wanna visit tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something." I tell her. 

"Is this where you tell me you're filing for a divorce afterall?" She asks and I rub my lips together. 

"No, Viv, it's not. It's about our sex thing." I struggle trying to define it. 

"Can we even have a sex thing if we aren't even having sex?" 

"Ha. Ha. Smartass." I state. "Seriously, you wanna come?" 

"More than you know." She replies and I can't help but laugh. 

"Pun not intended." She adds. "I'll be there around nine o'clock, if that's okay? I have another appointment to check on the baby since the surgery and then I'm gonna try to go shopping for some decently healthy things because I'm gaining too much weight at the moment." 

"You're pregnant--that's your excuse to eat whatever the fuck you want, when you want it, isn't? Like a chick liberation thing or something." 

"I'm eating too much junk, I don't want to pop out a fifteen pound baby. My pussy will rip to my ass." She says and I get a horrifying image. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, Nikki, I gotta go." 

"Alright, see you then. Bye, baby." 

"Bye." She replies softly before hanging up.

I pick at the inside of my lip with my teeth, another thought coming to mind...and my eyes shift to my pinky ring on my right hand...the same one I'd proposed to Vivian with back in '83.

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I wake up at once as if somebody shook me. It's very quite now, no voices heard, no music, no steps. And it's surprisingly bright. Blinking and rubbing my eyes and fighting back a sneeze I look around to see full moon shining through a gauzy curtain. It takes only a second more to remember where I am. Sage got a room for us in the Runny Eye with a single bed. Rather wide and comfortable bed, I have to admit. I remember him laughing at my words it looked like planned this way. 'Me plannin?' He grinned rising his left brow so high it got lost under the mess of white hair.

A later memory catches me. Those messy silken white strands. Oh, they are soft. I feel my cheeks warming fast. We were sitting on the floor against the hearth and there was more warmth coming from Sage's big body, from his broad chest exposed as always. And I was rubbing those big velvety ears vigorously and petting them softly and combing his long hair gingerly. Caressing his sensitive ears with my fingers, caressing sensitive tips of my fingers with his unbelievably soft fur. Both of us melting quietly, both of us pretending it's nothing.

And it seems at some point I just drifted off comforted by the weight of his head on my shoulder, lulled by his gently purring. Did Sage carry me to the bed? Oh hell. I never meant for real to leave him sleeping on the floor like a dog. I was going to tell him the bed seems to be wide enough for two and I'm pretty used to sleeping in much more awkward conditions in camps and tourist shelters during numerous trips back on Earth. I feel guilty at once. I throw off the blanket and get my feet out of the bed trying to make as little noise as possible. Oh. I get it Sage took off my shoes and covered me carefully...

The air is cool, I shiver and instinctively hug myself stepping on the wooden floor. Where's that blanket? I'm definitely not going anywhere without it. The hearth is almost fireless by now, only few crimson embers left. And there I see him in cold moonlight, curling like a big sleeping beast in a messy nest of several blankets, each one probably too small for somebody that tall and broadchested.

Never saw his face being that peaceful and calm. That usual blank unreadable expression of his was much more sarcastic and mischievous, I can see it now in comparison. This moment Sage's face is soft in all senses. Not a slightest sign of tension. His forehead smoothed tranquilly. Deep shadows under his long lashes. He's surely not smiling, his lips are as still as all his features, but the very corners are rising softly. Sage doesn't look like he's cold or numb or uncomfortable any other way. In fact he looks very cozy. 'Like a big cat sleeping', I catch myself contemplating.

I wish I could hug him. Just ease my hand on his side and let my mind drift off again. Isn't it natural. So simple. Just like cuddling for warmth earlier this night. Oh yes, it caused some warmth. Rising from ones chest I may say. From the very core. Warming ones pinky face. Burning ones cheeks and ears. So very very warm...

For how long can I stand here like an idiot? Wrapped in a blanket, holding my breath, ogling sleeping Sage on the floor. It's silly. He's so cute like that. So soft and cozy. So unusually ungarded. Not looking like a mercenary allways ready for a good fight. Not like a man on a run watching his back all the time. Just a comely guy resting mindlessly. Does it mean he trusts me enough? Does it mean I'm not troubling him at least?.. I wish I knew.

He told me for so many times now he's not safe to be around. And the truth is I do feel safe and confident while he's here. It's not that I'm going to hang on him or to hide behind his back. I just love that huge warmth coming from him. The tender warmth lighting his eyes when he grins at me. The tickling disturbing heat rising in my own chest in reply.

Oh great! I can always tell him I got cold. Sounds pretty plausible. I just got cold in that big empty bed. This kinda was to be expected. Trying to step silently I walk around his nest of blankets and squat down. Sage is still and quiet. I lie down slowly behind his back. The rustling of my blanket sounds so damn loud. But when I stop moving there are no other sounds. And it's warm here. Really warm. I can feel him breathing steadily.

And I can smell that spicy and smoky aroma of Sage's hair again. Exciting and cozy at the same time. I'm afraid I can get used to it. Allready getting being honest... I bury my face in his unbraided hair.

When Sage wakes up and finds me here he'll tease me mercilessly, I know. Well, I'll tell him I got cold. Sage will probably laugh and tease me more but he won't mind for sure...

Oh I know him. He'll ask something like "Missed me?" And damn me if I'll give him the smallest chance to see me embarrassed. I'll tell him I was looking for warmth. I needed to warm myself to be able to sleep. Pure innocence, huh.

Sage's wide back is really warming me now, it feels hot even through all this blankets, his and mine. I shift a little trying to get clother to him. What a silly childish shyness. What the heck. When Sage asks me what I'm doing here I'll tell him I thought HE could get cold. It's pretty true. I just care ...a lot. Oh well...

Annoyed with myself I close my eyes tightly. I dig Sage's hair slightly with my nose and stop when I touch his neck. My heart pounding seems to be the only sound in the dead of night. His skin is so warm. When Sage will ask me what the hell I'm doing here I'll think of some funny and teasing joke in reply.

I raise one arm to rest on his side. I'm not pressing at all. And there are so many layers of fabric between us. And still I can feel that delicate warmth. Enveloping me so nicely, mildly. My hand begins to slip and I hold him just a little tighter. And then I feel it. A low rumble deep under my open palm pressed to his chest. The big sleeping cat's purring.

When I wake up again it's almost dawn and it's hot and I'm tangled in a tight embrace. I lay on my side one hand wrapped around a muscly shoulder blade other touching soft skin on a pleasantly firm pec. Thin sleepshirt the world's kindest Anisa gave me had clinged to my skin. Two warm heavy palms hold my back carefully. And is that a tail curling against my hip? I can feel tufty fur on it's end. My face hidden in the crook of Sage's neck inflames instantly.

I wish I could see if Sage's awake. And honestly I wish I could stay like this for some time just listening and breathing and indulging the weakest part of myself. Snuggling against Sage's hot skin, feeling his pulse against my chest.

"Morning", I hear him whisper. And though all I can see now is the whole mess of white hair, I can swear he's smiling.

"Good morning, Sage!"

"Not just good", he chuckles softly. "It's probably the best."

Oh I need to see his face immediately! Sage's voice never sounded like that before. I raise my head to see him blushing brightly. Just as me.

"Looks like I missed something interesting", Sage grins widely. Before I can reply wittily his expression changes.

"Did you get cold all alone in that empty bed?" Look, his not teasing! Not at all. Sage's really caring.

"I just missed you." I didn't expect it to come out like this. So simply. My face burns with embarrassment. His eyes widen. Sage looks at me seriously and... fondly? Can I describe a gaze as 'warm'?.. When he begins to speak his voice is low and husky.

"You know... It's not that often in my age. Experiencing something for the first time."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. He laughs shortly, "...in bed especially!"

I glare at him but still can't help a huge curiousity.

"Sage... I don't get it yet. It's your first time doing... what?" Hell. I'm on fire. But look! He's also as red as a tomato. You're not that closed and cool after all, Sage. And I wish you knew just how much I like it.

"Uh", he mumbles. "You see, usually I just sneak out before sunrise..." After a night spent together he means. Oh.

"So here I am." Sage smiles unusually softly, shyly. "Waking up cuddling for the first time in my life."

How can it be? What was his life like? This big boy with a bit of reputation. Did he just told me he'd never been loved?.. Never letting anybody to stay around him for long enough. Never sharing all those dangers with anybody and also never sharing all this softness and warmth. Never being  treasured the way he deserves it.

Cradled in his heavy arms I look at Sage like I've never really seen him before. I'm totally caught. I'd never say what I'm saying if I had just a little time to think about it.

"But... Do you really mean nobody ever hugged you sleeping? Nobody enjoyes your warmth and nobody knows how safe it feels here?.."

"You do", Sage says in that special low voice looking me right in the eye. And we both redden again in silence.

Then he remembers something and amusement lights up his face. "Speaking of first times. Have you ever heard 'bout the callin' stones?.."

...

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[theravencawsatmidnight]

Warnings. Incest. Dub con.

A/n. College AU

Kuroo was a wonderful big brother to you. Helped you with homework, brought to you his practice with his friends. It was always exciting for you, all these older guys giving you attention. They were all third years and you were a sophomore but it was still exciting. Kuroo always noticed the blush on your cheeks when Yu and Tsukishima went out of their way to talk to you , asking if you wanted to practice with them. Of course you wanted to and you weren't very good but the guys let you join in anyway. It gave them a chance to bump into you and blame it on the game.

Sometimes Kuroo brought you along with him and everyone after school to hang out. One of the boys always offered to carry your things for you and Kuroo would step in and carry it instead . While he laughed it off and pushed his friends away . You were still his little sister. And he wanted to remind you of that.

One night you were with Kuroo in his dorm watching some movie but you were having a hard time staying awake. You curled up on the couch with your heels lightly touching Kuroos side. He looked over tapping your leg. “Hey , go to bed yeah?”

You shuffled around pulling yourself up. “Fine..” . Kuroo tickled your sides as you got up and you whined squirming all around hurrying off to his room.

He leaned back into the couch switching the movie

off and spreading his legs . He had a slight tingle in his stomach that kept traveling down. He lifted his shirt to scratch at his chest for a minute, moving down slowly to his abdomen. Kuroo closed his eyes letting his thoughts cloud his mind. His friends were cool but too flirty and handsy with you . You were His little sister not theirs .

His hand moved down to his shorts , dipping inside just enough to get a moan out of him . He never wanted anyone to take you away, even if it was a harmless date. He didn't want to see that. He just wanted to wrap his arms around you and never let go. He loved you, plain and simple..

He had a thought run across his mind that made his hips buck up once slightly. His eyes opened scanning all around his dorm. It was always so tidy since you hung around a lot . Giving him a hard time about the mess and what not. It was cute. He sat on the thought in his head for a good few minutes before actually getting up to make his way to you.

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Precious. Perfect. Look at you. All tuckered out on his bed hugging his pillow like the cute little sister you are. Kuroo got closer, dipping his knee onto the mattress to get a better look at you. You were asleep on your stomach hugging the pillow close . Kuroo leaned down closer, sliding his right hand up your leg, stopping at your rear to pull the blanket down exposing you to him.

You had on your pj shorts with a matching button up shirt , his favorite. His hand ran along your shorts tracing the flower pattern on them. You squeezed the pillow lifting your head and Kuroo dug his knee into your leg getting on top of you holding you in place, his hand on the back of your head.

Your heart rate kicked up along with your body tensing up under the weight of this person. Where was Kuroo?!? You turned your head to see your brother on top of you grinning down at you , his free hand stroking your cheek.

“K-“

“Stay quiet.” He hissed out. “Your big brother just wants to show you how much he loves you.” Gently he moved your hair from your neck so he could kiss it. You shuddered under his touch trying to figure out what was happening . Why was Kuroo doing this? Were you in trouble? No that can't be it.. You felt his hard cock rub into your rear when he grinded into you. A whimper fell off your lips and Kuroo stopped kissing your neck to pet your head and look at you.

“Shh...everything is gonna be okay. “ he cooed down at you turning your head so he could see your beautiful face. You tried to talk but Kuroo kisses you instead , your eyes widened but you could not move . Kuroo moaned into your mouth, grinding into your rear more . Swallowing your cute whimpers sending them right to his already hard cock.

Kuroo moved a hand down to your rear squeezing it and you whined pulling away from his kiss . You told him this was wrong and that he needed to stop . He tilted his head at you moving his hand down between your thighs . You clenched and it made him smile and start to rub your lovely folds in circles. “Are you sure you want me to stop? .” He brushed over a damp spot grinning. “It does not feel like you want me to, little sister.”

“I-..i..”

He smashed his lips against yours again digging his hand into your shorts and panties this time . Feeling all around your wet pussy. He pulled away panting slightly to look at you. “You trust me right sis? I'd never hurt you.” His index finger slid across your clit then back over it. “Ill take good care of you, way better than any man could…”. His index finger moved up slipping past your folds. “Let me.. show you how much i love you.”

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@kazooli ‘s fics gave me courage to write this,

i hope you guys like it .

@knifeewifee

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[nananaptime]

Cookies, Laughter and Kisses

My love for Dongyeol is strong in this one

Written for the June prompt on Up10tion Honey10 Amino

Masterlist

Rules

Genre: So fluffy you’ll get cavities

Word count: 1 757

Summary: Is breaking the rules allowed when you’re in love?

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The door creaked as I gave it a soft push, causing me to freeze, listening after potential footsteps, fearing the risk of getting caught. Once ensuring the cold emptiness of the hallway, I quickly opened the door to its full potential to avoid any more creaking of the door. I then closed it with the utmost care and tiptoed down the hallway, avoiding the plants at every corner and considering any light, tiptoeing faster whenever the risk of getting caught increased. At the entrance, I threw a glance over my shoulder before softly turning the lock and opening the door, stepping out into the fresh summer air. In the moonlight, the resort looked like it had been dipped into a pot of silvery honey. The big fields of grass representing the golf courts stretched far into the east, the buildings making up the arcade and the sauna stood proudly on the west side of the resort and the smell and sound of the sea made its way into the perimeter with ease. The moonlight causing everything too look like from another world. A smile covered my face as I took in this peaceful paradise.

On my shoulder hung a bag filled with necessities for the evening's activities. In it resided a beach towel, some chocolate chip cookies which I had prepared just an hour before and my polaroid camera, brought along for necessary memory making. I had made sure that the cookies had contained extra chocolate chips considering whom I was about to meet. That boy would complain my ears off if there weren't enough of them in there.

The resort didn't keep too many guards in the area, this because most of them were located on the outer rims, stopping anyone unauthorized from entering. The few guards positioned inside was merely there in case someone slunk through the first set of security. This made my trip easier than I had hoped. Not one guard was seen as I made my way towards the pools which, considering the late hour, was off-limits. How I had allowed him to convince me of this risky activity, I had no idea, but I knew one thing for sure. At this point, I would do anything for him. Even though I had only known him for a bit over a month.

The fence which surrounded the pools were too high to be climbed, but we had discovered an opening on the left side, one big enough for a person to squeeze through. This was the way which I used, tossing my bag in first. Then I followed, glancing around the area, looking for the smiley boy who had won my heart so easily. Once I couldn't locate him, I grew confused. Taking a few steps closer to the water, I put my bag down and sat down by the pool, putting my feet in and marvelling at the cool feeling which it provided. The moon was visible straight above the pool, causing the water to reflect it in great ripples as the breeze grazed it while it made its way from fence to fence. Thinking the man meant to provide me with company was late, I settled for relishing in the summer night. In the midst of my relaxing, I heard what sounded like a board getting bent and then let go to bounce into place. As the sound reached my ears, I looked up just in time to see somebody falling straight into the water, successfully drenching me. Screeches and laughs left my lips as Dongyeol made his way to the surface, pushing his hair out of his face and giving me a wide smile.

"You moron," I simply said and splashed him with water the best I could. He only laughed at me, grabbing one of my ankles all the while protecting his face from my attack, pulling himself to me using my ankle as leverage.

"Had I known you would take so long, I wouldn't have been here early." He wrapped his arms around my calves and rested his chin on my knees, giving me the most adoring look I've ever received. I reached my hand into his hair, detangling the knots which had appeared due to the water. He closed his eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh and repositioned his head so his cheek was pressed to my knees. I let out a soft giggle.

"I couldn't be careful enough. Had my parents realised what I was up to they would've stayed awake until I'd fallen asleep and attacked you with questions tomorrow morning." He chuckled from his position in the water and turned his head to look at me.

"Naah, your parents love me." His confidence caused more giggles to spill from my lips and he smiled at me before tugging slightly at the hem of my beach dress. "Take this off and come for a swim with me..." Then, with a cheeky smile, he added: "... I want to make tonight romantic." I just let out a "pfft" but stood and took my dress off, either way, revealing a black bathing suit underneath. Then I backed away to run for the water, jumping in as I reached the edge.

The water drowned everything out and I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to irritate them with the chlorine-filled water. Before I had the chance to swim towards the surface, I felt hands gently cup my face and, only seconds after, soft lips press against mine. It only lasted for a second before Dongyeol pulled away and swam for the air, with me at his heels. Once in breathable conditions, I met his smug smile with a teasing one. He only laughed at me and closed the space between our bodies, wrapping his arms around my waist while trying to stay afloat.

"See? Romantic." I couldn't help the laughter spilling from my lips and I let my head fall against his shoulder, relishing in the closeness.

We spent the next twenty minutes fooling around, splashing each other and sharing more than just a few kisses. According to Dongyeol, kisses was the key for a romantic evening. The more kisses you shared the better and boy, did he use it. Usually, he was more reserved with his lips, much due to the fact that both his and my parents were always present during the days as they had grown quite fond of each other. However, alone, Dongyeol had no reason to hold back, it was like he was making up for lost kisses.

Eventually, I found myself with my back against the edge of the pool with Dongyeol in front of me, pressing peck after peck against my lips, barely giving me time to breathe between them. The smile was still ever so present on my lips as I raised my hand and let his lips meet the palm of it. He pulled away with a small pout, making him resemble an adorable puppy.

"It's getting late, and I would like to dry before returning to my room." I looked at him, teasing him with my eyes regarding the never-ending kissing. He let out a small, playful huff and climbed up onto the floor, giving me a hand once he was stable enough to do so. When both of us had our feet on the floor, causing the dripping water to form a puddle on the floor, he pulled me in for yet another kiss causing me to giggle yet again. I reached up and squeezed his face once we pulled away, making him look like a blowfish. "I have something for you." His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas and he glanced at my bag, located by the fence. I laughed at his excitement and pressed a peck to his puckered lips before releasing his face and making my way to my bag.

Dongyeol sat down beside me as I retrieved the box of cookies. A gasp was released as he noticed the sugary goods I was handing him and he grabbed one without so much as a second to spare. When it came to chocolate, he couldn't be stopped. I grabbed my own and started munching away as I observed the way Dongyeol's expression changed with every bite. I just smiled at his ways, considering myself the luckiest person on the planet.

Making sure he didn't notice my actions, I reached into my bag and took out my baby pink polaroid camera, sneakily turning it on and aiming it at him. He only noticed what I was doing when the flash went off and the picture was already taken. He looked at me, shocked and amused, then he just shook his head and continued eating. I looked at the picture once it had developed and noted with amusement his euphoric expression as he munched away at the baked goods.

"Sometimes I wonder if you like your cookies more than you like me."

"Pfft, maybe I do." I gasped at his response and shoved a finger into his side, causing him to pull away from me like his life depended on it.

"You take that back." He met my smile with one of his own and shook his head, not being able to speak due to the cookie he was chewing. I quickly stood from my position and started approaching him, causing him to rise as well and make a run for it.

Now, I know you're not supposed to run by the pool due to the risk of slipping and hurting yourself, but we were high on sugar and love and were also running very awkwardly to avoid any accidents, hence not making it too hard for me to catch him. He ended up with his back to the fence and me tickling him until he couldn't breathe, only then did I let him take a break from my nipping fingers. We were both breathing hard from all the laughter and I could've stayed in that moment forever, in love with him and our relationship blessed by the moon. He once again wrapped his arms around me, causing me to lean against him, my chin against his chest and my eyes gazing into his.

"You know, I doubled the amount of chocolate chips just for you." He nodded.

"I know, but they would've been amazing either way, just because they came from you." I smiled at him and he kissed me again, this time longer than he had the entire evening.

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[thelangdoncooperative]

Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing| Kit Walker

The kitchen windows were wide open but Y/N was still hot. In fact, she was more than hot. She was sweltering in the heat of her kitchen, leaning to peer into the oven one more time. She was determined not to burn her latest batch of cupcakes. The last had been a bit too crisp on the bottom and she couldn’t bring them to Kit like that. He’d eat them happily either way, she knew, but he’d be forcing himself. He never wanted to hurt her feelings. She whispered a thanks to God when she saw they were the right golden brown and took them out of the oven.

Looking at the clock, she knew his lunch would be soon and she wanted to surprise him at work. He had been working extra hours lately and she wanted to show him that she appreciated it. She had insisted she get a job to help out but he would hear none of it. As that conversation approached an argument, he told her he would pick up extra shifts and if that wasn’t enough he’d support her working. He wanted to take care of her and most importantly he wanted her round with his child sooner rather than later. That, of course, meant work was a moot point anyway.

Y/N quickly threw on a light blue dress and white shoes before grabbing a light cardigan and hurrying out the front door, basket in hand. She hoped that the cover she put over it would keep them warm and fresh enough until she made it to Kit’s job. After all, Kit took the car this morning which meant Y/N had to walk. Thankfully, the weather was just perfect for a long walk.

As she walked through the town, she couldn’t help but be hyper aware of every baby she saw on the street. No matter what the baby looked like, she always saw Kit in their eyes. She couldn’t wait to carry his child and she was even more grateful for her husband who sacrificed so they would be ready when the day came.

When she finally reached the front of the auto body shop, she felt like no time had passed at all. All her daydreaming had taken up the time. When she opened the front door, a bell jingled to signal her arrival but no one came to meet her at the front desk. Instead, she decided to try her luck in the garage.

“Well look who it is,” Jimmy, Kit’s best friend and co-worker, hollered at her.

She smiled, “I’d hug you but you’re filthy,” she laughed and he shrugged, not being able to argue that point.

“Are you looking for your boy?” he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

She nodded, “I brought him something,” she lifted the basket.

Jimmy nodded to the back of the garage where she could see a pair of legs sticking out from underneath a mint green Oldsmobile. She walked over to where her husband was working and cleared her throat to get his attention.

Never removing himself from underneath the car, he informed, “Ma’am, if you’re needing assistance, there should be a guy up front who could-”

“Kit Walker, would you rather I get assistance from Jimmy?” she lightly kicked his shoe.

Kit pulled himself out from underneath the car, grin wide, and grease on his face, “Mrs. Walker,” he jumped up, holding his hands out not to dirty her dress, but leaning in to kiss her. She cupped the side of his face with the least amount of grease.

“What’s a girl gotta do around here to get your attention?” she teased.

He peaked down at the basket, “Baked goods will do,” he reached down to lift the cover and she swatted his hands away.

“Clean your hands, Kit,” she playfully scolded him.

He nodded as he backed away towards the sink in the garage, “Yes, ma’am.”

When he returned, he took her hand as he lead her to the back office. Kit moved aside all the junk that had gathered over the day to make room for Y/N and her treats.

“There isn’t a sandwich in there, by any chance, is there?” his eyes widened hopefully.

Y/N giggled, knowing her husband too well, “BLT on rye,”

He laughed, pulling her onto his lap as he sat, “You’re too good to me,” he kissed her hand. Y/N unpacked his lunch, not being able to move too much as he kept his arms wrapped around her waist and his fingers intertwined where they met on her belly.

When he had finished eating his lunch, Y/N moved to unpack his dessert when he stopped her. Putting his hand over hers, he looked up at her with lust-filled eyes.

“It’s dessert, Kit,” she explained, trying to move her hand.

He shook his head, smiling, and rising from where he sat, “I want something else.” She squealed in delight as he lifted her effortlessly onto the desk. She held tight onto his arms as he began to lean her back, licking up the vein that pulsed in her neck.

She tried to hold back her laugh as his light stubble tickled her neck, “Kit Kat, stop,” she gently pushed on his chest and he raised his head to meet her eyes, “You’re dirty and you’re going to get me dirty and then everyone will know what we did in here,”  

“Who cares?” his Massachusetts accent sounding thicker in his desperation for her.

She gently pushed back again, “No, baby” she gave a quick peck to his cheek and hopped off the desk. Smoothing out her dress, she took a deep breath to steady her breathing, “There’s cupcakes in there. Enough for all the boys. Share” she said as she picked up her cardigan and purse.

Kit groaned in frustration and followed her as she walked out the door. He kept his hand on her lower back, guiding her through the mess of the garage. He shook his head at his wife’s decision to wear white shoes to an autobody shop.

“Will you be home late?” she asked, turning to face him and twirled the hairs on the nape of his neck, holding him as close as she could without touching the grease on his work overalls.

He shook his head, “I'll see if Jimmy will cover for me. I'd like to be home for dinner at least one night this week,” he quickly swatted her ass, “and dessert too”

A blush crept up her neck and Kit couldn't help but laugh. No matter how long they had been together she was always a little shy about public affection, especially at Kit’s job.

“I'll wait up for you,” she kissed him and turned on her heels, waving goodbye to the other boys as she left. Before she turned the corner she heard one of them ask Kit what food she brought this time.

She tried to stay awake. She really did. Y/N had even put on a new teddy to entice her husband, to reward him for all the long hours he'd been putting in at the shop. He had mentioned it once when he saw it in one of her ladies magazines and she teased him for his preferences for transparent materials. Dinner had come and gone and with it any hope that Y/N would get release tonight. She had planned on taking her time on her husband but that was around 9. It was well past 11 and she was fast asleep when Kit came in quietly.

He saw his dinner on the stove with a little love note written for him and he felt a pang of guilt. He went straight to the shower, knowing how much Y/N hated how much the oil smell permeated the sheets. He let the water fall over his tense muscles and by the time he had finished his shower he felt like a new man. The shower had given him a second wind despite his long day. He threw on a pair of pajama bottoms that were hanging in the bathroom and headed for the bedroom. He thought for sure his wife would wait for him but when he entered their bedroom, she nearly broke his heart.

Y/N lay with her head on his pillow, in nothing but her new red teddy. Kit cursed himself for keeping her waiting, especially when she had tried so hard to surprise him. He knew she wouldn't be mad but he was mad at himself for the both of them.

Kit eased himself on the end of the bed, not wanting to jolt her from her sleep. He scanned his eyes over her body, which in her transparent lingerie, was not hard to see. He skimmed his fingers over the material and decided he needed her. He needed her to be awake and aware and with him.

“Y/N,” he cooed softly, lifting the material that covered her stomach and placing soft kisses. Her skin was soft and warm and he wanted her to wake up so he could love on her more, “Baby doll, I’m home,” he said a bit louder, trailing his fingers up and down her arm.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered and it took her a moment to realize where she was, “What time is it?” She grumbled as she stroked his cheek.

“It's half past 11. I'm sorry I'm late, darlin” he hovered over her and began sucking on the spot where her jaw met her neck. Her moan mixed with a sigh, “Is it too late for a treat?” He continued his assault on her neck, switching between kisses and nips.

“Never too late,” she mumbled as she lazily wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him flush against her.

He pulled his head back and looked back down at her lingerie, “You look really pretty” He flashed her that boyish grin that seemed the same as the day they met.

“I was going for something a little more than pretty but I'll take it,” her laugh turned to a gasp as Kit began to circle her clit over her underwear with his thumb. Kit pushed her underwear to the side before sliding two fingers inside of her. She gripped the sheets, feeling stretched in a way she hadn't in awhile.

“I know I've been busy but I'm going to make more time for you, okay?” He kissed her, leaning his forehead against hers as he pumped his fingers and ground his palm against her clit, “We’re gonna fix it,”

The room was filled with the sounds of her soft moans and mewls and Kit knew her end would be soon. She was always much more sensitive when she had just woken up and it was music to his ears. She was fairly silent except for a few gasps and strangled moans. She had a death grip on his forearms but he didn't mind.

“Baby, I need to be inside you,” He breathed against her neck. She nodded furiously, tugging on his hair gently.

He pulled off her panties in a haste and rid himself of his own pajama bottoms. He pushed into her, filling to the hilt. Her eyes screwed shut in pleasure and labored breaths fell from her mouth.

“Hey,” he gently kissed her eyelids, “Look at me, baby doll”

She looked up at him and he smiled and winked. Taking both of her hands in his own, he placed them on each side of her head as he slowly moved in her. He wanted to make love to his wife, to let her know that he still wanted her in every way. They hadn't had the time to slow down like this in a long time. When they did have the time, she insisted she was fine and that his rest after a long work day was most important. By how wet she was for him, how well she was taking him, and how much she chanted his name, he knew she hadn't told the truth. She wanted this as much if not more.

“Kit,” she moaned as he thrust into her, “please I-”

He kissed her as he palmed her breast, causing her to arch into his touch, “I want to feel you, Y/N, take my time with you,”

She exhaled shakily and brought one leg to wrap around his waist. Kit held onto her leg tightly before grinding into her with more force. Y/N couldn't say much more than his own name but it fell from her lips like a prayer. Her nails came down his chest and the pleasure of the sting caused him to thrust harder.

“Fuuuck” she cried and laced her fingers into his hair to pull him down to kiss her. It was rough and sloppy. She wanted to show him how much she needed this, how good he made her feel. She was already pulsing around his cock but he was determined to get her off first.

Kit took the leg she had hooked around his waist and brought it to rest against his shoulder. He was now able to hit her deeper and they both moaned at the feeling.

“Come with me,” he panted as his lips ghosted over hers. Kit kept a steady grind, deep in his thrusts as he brought his hand down to rub her clit. His thrusts became more shallow as he was overcome with her clenching around him and her cries of pleasure.

“Please, baby,” she sighed as she turned her head, face twisted in pleasure.

Kit held her leg steady on his shoulder as he pushed into her with all the strength he had left. Good girl as always, she came with a cry to god, and Kit followed right behind her.

He slowly removed her leg from his shoulder and put it down against the bed. She whimpered when he got off the bed but did not question it. He came back with a small hand towel and lightly dragged it across her thighs and core, wiping up the mess they had made. Y/N winced a little at the warmth of the towel but did not complain. When he was finished, he tossed it aside before coming back to lay with his wife.

“I'm sorry I was late for dinner,” he threaded his fingers through her hair.

She smiled lazily, eyes glazed over, feeling blissfully fucked out, “It's okay. I don't mind,”

He dragged his hand down to her belly and used his thumb to rub her skin, “It won't be like this when we have a little one. I promise,”

“Do you?”

“Of course,” he kissed her.

She smiled widely, reaching her hand up to his cheek to bring him closer to her. When they were so close their noses were touching, she spoke, “Tonight's dinner was to celebrate but I guess we already did that,”

He frowned in confusion, “....celebrate what?” He scanned her eyes.

“Kit Kat, what do you think?” She asked.

Kit sat up and looked down at his wife, “Don't play with me,” he looked from her eyes to her belly and back again.

“Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?” She asked as she wiped the tears from the corners of Kit’s eyes.

#american horror story #american horror story apocalypse #american horror story fanfiction #american horror story smut #kit walker #kit walker x reader #american horror story asylum #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon fanfiction #ahs apocalypse #ahs8 #ahs smut

[thetrueenemyofhumanity]

Hi I'd like to request a self indulgent imagine/hcs with Moira, Sym, and Hanzo where they find out their s/o has cancer?

Oh sweet suffering fuck I am so sorry I am only seeing this now. Please excuse the fact that only Symmetra’s really adheres to the request. Moira and Hanzo are more how they cope with the news later on.

Also if everyone could send good vibes and support to my wonderful friend as they deal with cancer that would be A1. They are a genuinely such a loving, kind, funny and amazing person who I love dearly. I cannot express my love for you enough dear but you’re one of the strongest people I know so kick cancers ass.

Moira

Moira’sgaze had always been firmly set on the future. To her the present seemed soinsignificant compared to the future she wanted to build. She was not one tostop and smell the roses. But that all changed with you. When she was with youshe wished time could stand still. She tried to stretch every moment together intoan eternity, but they were always too fleeting. And since the bitter reminderof mortality came into your lives it hit her just how fleeting these precious momentscould be. When your tests came back indicating cancer her heart crumbled, butshe couldn’t let you see that. What right had she to despair when it was youthis curse inflicted? Still, her moments of sobbing in the lab hadn’t goneunnoticed by her associates. They wisely feigned ignorance. When she came hometo you she seemed supportive, yes, but oddly detached. And then she begancoming home later and later up to the point you feared she was avoiding you. Afterweeks of this coldness you decided enough was fucking enough.

You had given up watching the agonizingly slow clock but youestimated it to be some time after 4am when the front door finally creakedopen. Pale moonlight spilled in and stretched the shadow of her long formacross the floor before the door closed with a soft click. She hovered at thedoor momentarily and let out a frustrated sign. Another day of failure and shehad the cheek to return to you? These dark thoughts that swarmed her mind rapidlyevaporated as the room was flooded with light.

“Good morning, darling,” you greeted, ice in your words. Youpulled your hand away from the lamp to cross your arms, glaring daggers at her.Meanwhile Moira was clutching her thundering chest after receiving the frightof her life.

“Christ almighty, where the hell did you pop out of? And whatare you doing awake at this hour?!” she demanded, “You need to be resting, you aren’twell.”

She crossed the room and her slender fingers gripped yourshoulders to usher you up but you shrugged them away.

“Not until we talk. And you’re not worming your way out ofit this time, O’ Deorain. Why are you avoiding me? I know my cancer is an inconveniencefor you but I didn’t exactly ask for it!”

The red head closed her eyes and took in a shaky breathbefore gently seating herself beside you. You both sat in an awkward silenceuntil she tentatively reached out and pulled you against her. She held yourhead against her chest and her other hand ran through your hair.

“I… I cannot see how you’d want me around. Not after mymonumental failure.”

“What the hell are you on about? What ‘monumental failure’?”

She barked out a bitter laugh at that.

“You’re joking, right? What kind of geneticist can’t spotthe signs of cancer? I should have spotted it earlier. If I weren’t so stupidyou wouldn’t be suffering now. If I wasn’t so stupid I’d have found a way tofix my mistakes but every night is the same. I fail you over and over and overagain. I can’t…”

She was forced to stop and choke back a sob. Your anger ather had ebbed away and your arms wrapped around her slim torso.

“Moira this isn’t your fault. This isn’t on you. You’vegotten me the greatest doctors so just let them do their job. What I need youto do is much more important than locking yourself in the lab for days on end,”you replied softly.

“What do you need, mo chuisle?”

“You. I just need you by my side.”

Her lips pressed against the top of your head before beingreplaced by her cheek.

“You’ll regret saying that. Because I’m highly tempted tonever release you.”

 Symmetra

As soon as she heard you enter Symmetra ran to you and threwher arms around you, giving you a firm hug before pressing a quick kiss to yourcheek.

“Afternoon, darling, how did the appointment go?”

She finally released you and at seeing the solemn expressionon your face her bright smile dropped and her heart felt as though it was beingheld in a vice. A thousand horrific thoughts crossed her mind, each one asterrifying as the last. This was supposed to be just another routine doctor’scheck-up. You had even waved her off this morning joking and teasing about it.

“Symm, mind if we sit down for a second?”

The tone in your voice lead to her heart plummeting fasterbut she nodded and allowed you to lead her to the couch and sit her down. Sheprayed you were playing some cruel prank on her. Yes she would likely murderyou herself if it was, but a twisted joke would be far more welcome thansomething seriously being wrong with you. Tears were already pricking her eyeswhen you took her hands in yours and she was beginning to tremble.

“So, uh, I’m still trying to wrap my head around all thisbut there were some tests today and well… I have cancer, Symm.”

All it took was that one word for her world to fall apart.Hell, you were her world. After a brief moment of disbelief the reality of whatyou had said came crashing down upon her. A wave of nausea hit her and sheripped one of her hands from your grasp to clamp it over her mouth. Fat tearsrolled down her cheeks and she struggled to even breath, let alone findsomething to say. You were still talking, explaining that doctors were alreadyworking to treat you, but she was deaf to your words now. She could see yourlips moving but no sound came. You were cut off when threw herself against you.Holding you now tighter than ever before, her grip so ferocious you’d swear she’dcrack a rib. She clung to you as if you’d drift away from her like smoke at anygiven moment. You returned her embrace- albeit without the bruising force- and feltyour own tears beginning to spill. You held each other as you cried, bothtrying to properly process this harrowing news. Once her sobs subsided ever soslightly and she was able to take even half a breath Symmetra made you a simplepromise.

“No matter what happens, I am with you. And I will love you withevery step of this journey.”

Hanzo

Your nose crinkled as the foul smell of the tea (if youcould call it that) invaded your nostrils. You blew the steam away and took asip, only to immediately slam the cup down on the table as you resisted theurge to gag. You sat back to try and distance yourself from whatever hideousconcoction Hanzo had just presented you with.

“Absolutely not!” you protested, “Send that shit back to whatevercircle of hell it came from.”

“It is healthy, drink it,” he urged. His stoic mask slippedfor a second and an expression of slight disgust formed as the smell hit him. Hiscomposure was quickly regained but you had been with him long enough that nothinggot past you. You held your breath as you leaned forward and pushed the cup towardshim.

“Alright, you drink it then.”

His hesitancy didn’t go unnoticed by you either. Eyebrowcocked and smirk dancing on your features you looked between him and the drink.Rather than be deemed a hypocrite he finally took the tea and drank. Only toimmediately spit it back into the cup. You pressed your lips into a thin lineto stop your laughter from breaking out, but not even that could stop the uglysnort that escaped instead.

“I suppose it is an old recipe,” Hanzo concluded as he gotup to dump the tea out so it’s foulness could not inflict another person.

“Hey at least we have a new torture method in case we everneed to extract information from somebody.”

Hanzo returned a moment later and seated himself beside you.He placed something onto your lap and you looked down to see a red box toppedwith a velvet bow. Promptly ripping the lid off you found it full of yourfavourite sweets. Not exactly healthy, but delicious.

“I had intended on gifting these to you tonight. But I thinkthat taste needs to be washed away. Immediately,” he explained.

There was no argument from you as you ripped into thetreats, the divine taste wiping away any trace of that bizarre tea.

“I do appreciate the sentiment, Hanzo, but I really don’tsee how poisoning me is gonna help get rid of the cancer,” you said betweenmouthfuls, “Unless you’re planning to off me before cancer gets a chance.”

“I just wish I wasn’t so helpless. As torturous as thatbeverage was it can never compare to the torture of seeing you ill. You are thesun and I just the moon. Without you I am nothing and my life is dark. Empty.”

He cupped your face in his hands and rested his foreheadagainst yours. A strand of his raven hair tickled your nose and his warm breathmingled with your own.

“I am yours and anything you need will be done,” he pledged.

“Okay I do have one request,” you whispered gently.

“Anything, my love.”

“Never make that tea again.”

#astuli #oh my god im so sorry im just online now i cannot apologise enough #youre so spectacular and i love you #moira #hanzo #symmetra #symmetra x reader #hanzo x reader #moira x reader #moira writing #hanzo writing #symmetra writing #drabble

[mama-ghostie-61542]

A Thousand Lifetimes

Rated M++ for themes and language

If you recognize it--IT AIN'T MINE

Sorry for any OOC-ness.

Chapter 9

Kihyun

After the stunning revelations of the night before, I was having a slow day at work. It wasn't that I was off by much, but that I was exhausted, so I was a little slow on the uptake.

It was nearing three when we wrapped up recording for the day. Generally, we have more stuff to do, but today was an easy day. We were released to the dorm, and I went to go grab a nap. Sadly, though, all I could do was twist and turn. I decided to get up and read the next chapter.

Bryn PoV

It had been a few weeks since I talked to anyone. I had sent Kihyun's money back the very next day, slightly afraid it wouldn't make it. But seeing his face on my phone three hours later had me smiling.

"Hey! What's up," I asked.

He sighed. "Did you seriously send it back already?"

"Yep."

"Why," He asked. "Anyone else would have kept it."

"But I'm not anyone else. I hate asking for help. If I ask for anything, I never ask for money."

"Why," he asked.

"I make enough to be comfortable."

"Comfortable, huh? What's comfortable?"

"Pay the bills and have a little left over. Out of curiosity, why do you ask?"

"Just wondered. There is so much more I want to ask, but I-I'm not quite sure how to ask."

I laughed. "It's always been my experience, that it's better to just get it out there."

He swallowed, thickly, "Umm. Ok. Uh. What do you do?"

After taking a deep breath, I answered, "I own a yarn shop and I am a Natural Health Consultant."

"Wow," He whispered. "What does a Natural Health Consultant do?"

I chuckled. Most people wanted to know about the shop, not my degree. "I-um-I work with peoples primary care physician to get folks the best healing possible. It's generally in the cases of heart disease, diabetes, and stubborn skin rashes," I laughed.

"Now, that is cool," he smiled. "So, is it just a side hustle?"

"No," I laughed, "But most people don't see a Traditional Naturopath, they see an N.M.D. However, most integrated medicine places here have at least one natural health professional they work with, depending on the clients needs."

"Wow. You really are more than just a pretty face."

"Who told you I have a pretty face?"

"Joey let me see pics. You're beautiful, by the way."

I could not help the blush that slowly spread across my face. "Thank you. I think you are pretty handsome, yourself."

"Aww," he gushed, "No, I'm not."

"Agree to disagree, there, Sweet Pea."

"Joey," he asked.

"Joey," I agreed.

He chuckled, "Do you get the feeling he's trying to set us up?"

Laughing, I answered, "I do. But I think he may be right. You know he sees stuff, right?"

"Yeah, I know. I was the first person in our group he told. Oh God. Umm. I need to be honest. I'm not sure how to say it, so I will just lay my hand down here. I-uh-I-um-I have dreamed about you since I was a kid."

I could tell he was biting his lip.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me something no one else would know.

"Ok," he started. "Um-You have nightmares where you are lost in the woods and screaming for someone."

"How did you," I started.

"I have them, too; but from the other side. I can hear you screaming but I can't seem to find you."

"Haka," I asked, softly, tentatively.

"Hey," He answered.

If I hadn't been sitting at my desk, I would have been on the floor. "Oh, God," I whispered. After a pause, I said, "I don't know whether to scream, cry, or throw up."

He laughed. "Well, hopefully none of those things. Please don't scream, hearing it in dreams is bad enough. Please, don't cry, because I'm not there to fix it. And Please, God, Please, don't throw up."

"Sympathetic puker?"

"Yes," He answered. "I want to see you."

"Not a good idea. Not with what is going on in the world, right now."

"True. A year from now? I hate to try to plan that far ahead, but maybe, just maybe, things will work out."

"Well, there is normally a convention in Hawaii in early summer."

"I will try to save as much PTO time as I can between now and then. Cross your fingers and hope."

"Fingers crossed," I said.

"I've got stuff to do, so I will talk more later, Ok?"

"Sure, I answered.

"I'm gonna say this, and please don't freak out, but I have felt it for a long time and," He rambled.

"Haka," I yelled, cutting him off. "I know. I already know," I said before I bit my lip. "I know how you feel, trust me, I do. I feel it, too. You aren't crazy, nor are you alone." I swear I could feel his smile and his relief. "But, my dear, I am nothing to write home about."

"Are you kidding me," He started, "I have been in love with you since I was 15. Woman, I could write volumes about you, and still have several lifetimes worth to say. You, Woman, You are amazing."

Blushing, I replied, "I don't see how."

Kihyun PoV

I could feel her blushing. "Then I will keep telling you until you have no doubts. You are amazing, you are awesome, and I," I stopped.

"I know," she whispered.

"Good," I replied.

I started to nod off so I set the story off to the side for the night, and got ready for bed. She curled up behind me and snuggled into the back of my neck.

'Night, Haka. Rest well, my King.'

'Night, Mami.'

I was so focused on sleep, I did not notice the slight tickle in my chest that happens with her sometimes. If I had, I would have felt the slight sorrow and could have held off the nightmare that night.

As it sat, she came and tucked me in as usual, but a few hours after I had fallen asleep in her arms, I had the worst nightmare.

I was, again, in those woods, and this time I was the Elk. She was there and that band around her ankle had her trapped. She was screaming as the band and rope that had her hobbled became razor wire cutting into her skin. I could not do a thing to help her.

But, my blind panic and pain must have ruffled the thread between us because in that moment, as I made my decision to lay down with her for support and comfort, I felt her spirit beside me, soothing me and telling me, 'It's just a dream, Love. I am here. Wake up, Haka, it's just a dream.'

In my state of half asleep and still with the residual images in my head, I rolled to where I felt her, and curled around her.

Her touch was both soothing and calming. 'Tell me what you saw?'

I shook my head as echo's of the images assaulted me again. I could still smell her blood in the air. I could still feel her fingers scramble for purchase on my pelt as she struggled to stand, could still hear the echo of her screams as the razors went deeper into her skin.

'I'm going after Joey. I'll be right back, my love. Hold on,' I heard her whisper in my hair.

In less that 20 seconds, a firm hand was on my arm. I had no more than sat up.

Honey POV

I was sound asleep when I felt a small but strong hand on my arm. 'Joey, Wake Up,' was all but shouted in my ear. I knew that voice. My sister. The fog stubbornly refused to lift.

'C'mon. Get up, Lu-Lu! Kik needs you,' was shouted as an outer presence shook my arm.

I was up and off like a rocket at that. She is the only person I will EVER allow to call me that version of 'Red'. And I know that her calling me that in the middle of the night means right now. I took off down the hall, following the sobs.

There was Kihyun, sitting on his bed, tears pouring down his face. I recognized the panicky look on his face as one I had seen on my own several times. I felt the presence of my soul sister, her spirit sweeping past me to settle next to him. He seemed to sag against her spirit, drawing strength and serenity from her. I couldn't hear the conversation, but I knew, somehow, she was soothing him.

It hit me then, just how perfect they are together. I could almost see his head resting against her shoulder as her arm was around him, petting him, in a fashion.

He suddenly shook his head and said, "No. I don't even want to think about it or what it means. Cause if it means that they are gonna hurt you before you get away..." he trailed off, as he shook his head. Then he near shouted, "No. It's a chance I won't take. I won't allow you to sacrifice yourself like that. Not for me, not again."

Then, I heard her again, 'Then tell him or I will.'

He sighed and whispered, "Alright, my love. I'll tell him." Looking at me, he said, "Best get everyone up, I only want to tell this story once. Seeing it once was enough."

Everyone got woken up and gathered in the living room as Kihyun settled into an easy chair with a pillow and a blanket.

From the far end of the couch, Min growled, "What happened, and why are we all awake?"

From his chair, Kihyun answered, "Another nightmare. She thinks I should share this one with you."

As they all sat back, Kik seemed to turn his head slightly and nod then whisper, "Love you, Ghost."

The unseen presence in the room swept off and left us.

I looked at him curiously.

"She went back to her place to handle some things there with the kids," he sighed and started, "Tonight, as I laid down to sleep, I cuddled with my Queen like I normally do. There is a thin silver thread that connects our souls, much like the red thread, but far older. I didn't notice the small flutter of her sorrow, and somehow, unconsciously, it became a nightmare.

"I have had nightmares before of her being trapped in the woods. This time, I was an elk. And while the normal vines were gone this time, there was this black band around her right ankle that attached to a rope and had her more or less hobbled to that bit of earth.

"As I came up on her, she was fighting to get it off. I leaned forwards to help her but the second I got within, I'd say a foot or so, it turned into razor wire and was cutting her foot off.

"I couldn't do anything to help her, and she could not get loose. The more she fought to loosen it, the tighter it got. Then, as she scrambled to hold on to me, I could smell her blood. She wrapped her hands in my pelt and was trying to stand, but the razors cut her deep. I could hear and feel her screaming. As I settled in next to her to offer what comfort I could, Her spirit woke me up. When it became obvious, I needed a bit more help, she woke up Honey. I have never been so afraid for her."

Min stood up and directed him back to bed, saying, "Go get a bit more sleep," as he left the room. When Min returned, he asked me, "What did you see about her?"

"Other than the way she sat? Not much. She is damned good at cloaking. So good she is damned near a chameleon."

"Do you think she would come back and let us see," asked HyunWoo, his brow knotted with worry.

I nodded, "She might."

Min sat down on the rug, between the coffee table and the entertainment center. "If we are going to help our soul sister, we had best get comfy, it may be harder than we think to fix it."

About that time, a presence entered the room.

'He's back to sleep. I figured you would want to talk to me.'

I nodded. 'Let Min see your ankle.'

I have never seen Min turn that exact shade of green before turning that shade of red. When he does, it generally means it is BAD.

'What the hell, Sis! Are you actively trying to make yourself lame,' Min shouted. 'There is a curse here. This is beyond my help. Stay here, I need to go get Ate,' Min said as he stood up.

Ten seconds later, He and HyungWon were walking into the room.

A second after that, Kihyun was scrambling back down the hall.

HyungWon was looking at Sis's ankle when Kiki opened his eyes enough to see what was going on.

'Baby, what's wrong?'

'Joey wanted Min to check out my ankle. Min went after Ate,' she said.

'This curse is very powerful. It will take all of us, together, to break it. Boys, get ahold of it. Kihyun, hang on to her,' he said before yelling for Changkyun.

When he rounded the corner at a run, HyungWon said, 'Mahipiya. Washte. IkiyA nitha Ate kichi Ina.'

Changkyun gathered the woman in his arms and nodded at her whisper, before growling at Kihyun.

"What?" asked HyunWoo.

"That is your nephew."

"Of course he is," HyunWoo grumbled as he sat up, only to be cuffed in the back of the head by HyungWon.

"We have bigger things than your sister's descendants to handle. Unfortunately, I fear this will be too much for us to handle,' He said as he sat back and grabbed his phone, sending out a quick text.

In less than 15 minutes, Hoseok was knocking on the door.

'Ahh. Glad you could make it on such short notice," HyungWon said as he opened the door.

A/N)--

Once again....I tried with the Lakota.

Mahipiya. Washte. IkiyA nitha Ate kichi Ina.--Cloud. Good. Help your father with your mother.

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[silversundown2]

Caryl prompt: I'd like to see some really nice cuddling, possibly including daryl watching her while she sleeps and Carol cuddling into him/mumbling something in her sleep. Maybe smut maybe not but my heart could really use some Caryl cuddles rn

Carol shivers in her sleep. That’s something he’s noticed over the last few days, while they’ve all been camping out on the hard ground with the cold air swirling around them.

This time, they’re in a house. Ramshackled and old. The walls could use a few nails and boards to hold them up straight again, but it’s the best thing they’ve come across since the farm burned down. Better than being out in the open in the woods where there’s nothing between them and the walkers. Houses are free these days and they’d be stupid not to snatch one up.

He only hoped the one they chose would have less holes in the walls.

The whole group is huddled together in the living room. Tucked in their sleeping bags and trying to chase away the winter chill, which only gets colder with each breath and the worst is yet to come. It’s not even February yet and he can only hope that by then they’ll have a solid roof over their heads and a fireplace to burn wood. Otherwise, they’re all fucked.

Daryl inches his sleeping bag higher on his shoulders, scooting his back up against the sofa at the far side of the room and watching the front door. He’s close to the group as he can get without touching any of them. This cuddling shit they all seem to like it isn’t his style, even if Maggie and Glenn, and Lori and Carl do look warmer than everyone else.

Body heat will do that, he thinks to himself. But he’ll be just fine either way. He runs hot and the chilly wind that seeps past the cracks in the walls only makes him shiver a little bit. Not nearly as bad as Carol, who’s sound asleep right in front of him, shaking and vibrating.

She’d put herself there, right by his side. Hadn’t said a damn thing about it either, just laid her sleeping bag out and crawled inside, giving him a little half smile that faded just a soon as it appeared.

At least she left enough space between them so he doesn’t feel trapped or cornered.

It’s probably better she didn’t ask permission because his skin flushes pink at the very thought of the others all looking in their direction and assuming this is thing now. That’s what people do. They poke and make fun and send weird smiles at people who are newly ‘together’.

They all do it to Maggie and Glenn. Well, mostly just Glenn, who’s a surprisingly good sport about the ribbing.

He and Carol are most definitely not together though, but that wouldn’t stop the whispers and he doesn’t have patience for it.

He’s really glad she didn’t bother asking first.

He frowns at her now as she mumbles lightly in her sleep, speaking nonsense in soft tones that he wouldn’t be able to hear if she wasn’t barely a foot away.

He’s got his head pillowed on his arm and his eyes on her, watching her lips move as she talks to herself. Feels like a creep for doing it, but she’s right there, and he’d have to turn on his other side or close his eyes not to notice.

And he isn’t tired.

A harder shiver coursing through her frame makes him wince. She’s hardly dressed for the cold. Wears only a threadbare sweater and a thin shirt. They hadn’t been able to find much supplies or clothes and she’s suffering for that.

She doesn’t complain though, not even once but he’s spent the last few supply runs looking for a heavy coat he could give her. Maybe a blanket to sleep with, or hoodie with thick fabric.

He hasn’t found a damn thing and it’s not for lack of trying. All the drawers and closets have been picked clean and short of offering her his useless vest that won’t provide a lick of warmth, he’s out of options.

“Sophia…” She whispers in her sleep and he frowns again. The word feels like a knife slice through his own heart. A persistent reminder of his failure but he can’t even imagine how awful it must be for her. Easily a hundred times worse than his own regret.

He reaches out toward her without thinking, his hand peeking out from the sleeping bag and hovering over her shoulder. He catches himself before making contact though and pulls back again, not willing to wake her for a half assed attempt at comfort.

Then she shifts her body just right to brush against his fingers.

It’s an accident. The way her eyes move rapidly under her lids tells him that she’s sound asleep, but the moment she feels the contact she instinctively chases it, leaning her shoulder into his palm and curling her body toward him.

Daryl freezes, unable to react or figure out the best course of action because this isn’t how he imagined this night would go, not by a long shot, and he’s far from prepared. She’s so damn cold, he can feel it even through the fabric while she tilts into him, searching for warmth.

So he does the only thing he can do, the only logical choice and that’s to slide his arm around her and gently hold her close. She doesn’t need any more prompting than that and before he knows it she’s got her forehead pressed to his chest and her hands gripping in his shirt.

She mumbles out something about it being ‘warm in here’, like someone turned the heat up in this house with no working electricity. Her words are thick with sleep and run together, but he smirks to himself, adjusting his grip around her back and letting her hair tickle his chin.

There’s a stiffness in his body that he can’t control and frustration at not being able to will it away is quick to creep up.

His only saving grace right now is that she hasn’t noticed, probably doesn’t even realize it’s him she’s cuddling up to. She wouldn’t be doing this if she did, he thinks sadly to himself.

Maybe he should wake her after all, not take advantage like he is, but the shivers in her body are already starting to dissipate as she soaks up his heat and he doesn’t want to see her cold again once she moves away.

He has to admit….this isn’t so bad. He’s not one for being this close, but she’s soft against him. Fits perfectly in his arms like she was meant to be there all along and for the first time in forever he feels needed for something that doesn’t involve hunting a deer or building a fire.

Her short hair is soft and wispy, not brittle like he thought it might be and he shifts his face just enough to press his cheek to the top of her head.

He’s definitely taking advantage now, but he’s too far gone to quit.

Maybe he should ask if she wants to sleep closer from now on, risk the rejection he might get when she’s wide awake and offer to let her share his space like this. He’ll promise to keep his hands above her waist and be respectful and really it would benefit them both. It’s not like either one of them has a line of others waiting to keep them warm at night. Unless Carol wants to curl up with with Lori and Carl…he’s the only option she has right now.

Maybe he’ll win by default.

His heart beats a little faster at the thought of them making this a regular thing and he tries to breathe deep and slow it down. She’s close enough to hear the thump against his ribs and he doesn’t want to wake her with his nervous energy.

“Mmmm.” She says, a low sound that hums in her throat. “ Stay, ok? Stay here.”

She’s extra talkative tonight. He’s only rarely heard her say anything in her sleep and he wonders if it has something to do with the nightmare she likely had about her daughter. The stress of it might have loosened her lips just a little more than before.

He doesn’t respond, is still too afraid of jolting her awake with his voice and seeing the look on her face when she realizes she’s been tangled up with him.

He does hold her a little tighter though, fluttering his thumb over her back and letting himself enjoy this while it lasts.

“Daryl.”

His name from her lips makes his heart stop mid beat before stuttering to life again. His mind refuses to acknowledge it as real, thinking surely the last person she’d be calling out for is him.

But then she does it again…softer than before, but more insistent. Like she knows exactly what she’s saying….like she knows it’s him she’s pressed against and doesn’t mind one bit.

It feels impossible. No one has ever want to be close to him like this before but here she is, the first one to tell him she does.

He pushes his fears aside best he can, though they still fight him fiercely just beneath he surface while he chances his luck and whispers into her hair. “Go to sleep. It’s alright.”

“You too, go to sleep.” She says in response, her words tired and slurred but aware.

He doesn’t have a clue when she woke up enough to notice him, but it’s short lived and she’s on her way back to being passed out in no time.

Before she does though, she melts into him properly. Pressing one palm to his chest and curling her other arm around his bicep, hugging it to her like it’s a hot water bottle and nuzzling her face into the open skin at his collar.

He’s never understood why people do this, why they seem to crave being close, but now it all seems to click inside his mind. He could easily see himself becoming addicted to it, which is a silly thought because in the clear light of day she might regret ever having allowed him this much.

He’d be an idiot to start wishing for more now, but that’s exactly what he’s doing.

Wishing and hoping and thinking maybe if he’s lucky they might share a sleeping bag soon, use the other one as a blanket and really be warm.

Maybe if he’s really, really lucky, he won’t get the expected rejection when he brings this up tomorrow night, but will be gifted with something else far less familiar instead. Acceptance.

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