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aizawaskittenwhore · 3 years

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𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦.

𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 (+𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 18+ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1.5𝘬

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘴/𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺/𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘮𝘸𝘢𝘩.

“man, fuck you, the horse you rode in on, and your weak ass dick! just leave me the fuck alone.” you spit, arms crossed as you shoot the man in front of you a glare hot like jet fuel.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

izuku midoriya is one of the sweetest people to grace the earth

there’s no doubt about it.

but know he is not afraid to put yo ass in a fucking headlock and pound his way into you, voice thick and raspy as he asks you just who the fuck you think you’re talking to.

he’s grown up quite a bit since high school

and refuses to get bitched by anyone, especially his own girlfriend.

a saccharine smile inches across peony pink lips, spreading over porcelain teeth

“you uh... you wanna repeat that, honey?”

you know you’ve made a mistake

he’s got that look in his eye, ravenous and wicked

“look...izuku, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to snap like that—“

“that’s not what i asked. i asked you...if you wanna repeat that.”

would definitely strap your ankles to a spreader bar, reveling in the way you continue to writhe against it

only to cry out in desperation once you realize that the more you struggle, the wider your legs go

or he’ll make you cry as you struggle to form a coherent apology, words choppy from the the remote controlled vibe is sending shockwaves through your heavily sensitive clit

he’d kneel above you, smile wide and innocent as he turns it up to the second most powerful setting, hard-on growing at the sight of your head lolling back while you try to appease him with sorry after sorry

“i-izuku—fuck, fuck! mmh— it’s too much....please, please, ‘m sorry! i didn’t mean it, ’m too sensitive—please just let me make it up to you baby—“

“all you gotta do is say the magic words sweetheart, and i’ll give you what you need.”

yeah, he’s one of those motherfuckers.

“remind me who’s pussy this is, and this’ll all be over with.”

“god, fine!! it’s yours okay! nobody else’s..now please, please fuck me izuku, i need you—“

doesn’t hold back for a second when he’s staking his claim all over your body, a calloused thumb roving over your clit gently, mindful of your sensitivity but edging you closer and closer to a fifth orgasm

happily smears strings of thick, sticky cum all over your stomach to mark you as his

and doesn’t hesitate to lick it off the supple, soft skin of your torso, the milky white substance congealing with transparent slippery saliva

he grasps your face firmly, fingers pushing your cheeks inwards and causing your spit slicked lips to jut out in a pretty little pout

“open.” he mutters before dripping the salty concoction onto your awaiting tongue, a throaty groan rumbling in his chest as he watches you happily swallow every last drop

“good girl.”

the aftercare is immaculate, izuku taking his time to wipe you clean so tenderly, lips pressing against each and every bruise, your body pliant as he whispers sweet reassurances into your sweat soaked skin

“much better now, right?”

you nod, eyes heavy as you sink into the warmth of his chest, hands clinging to him like he could disappear at any moment

“happy i could help you relieve some of that tension honey.”

“but talk to me like that again, and i promise you that’ll be the last time you call anything about me weak, especially how i fuck you. got it?”

prepare to be not only throughly sore the next day, but to have to conceal fingerprint shaped bruises on your hips and thighs

takes pictures of your fucked out face to have for future incidents where you decide you wanna talk like you have zero home training

and isn’t afraid to flash katsuki one or two whenever he gets to talking about how he could take you from him.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

“so that’s how you wanna act, hm? if you needed some dick you should’ve just fuckin’ said so instead of always runnin’ your damn mouth.”

he whirls you around, pelvis pressing into the small of your back, rivulets of sweat beading at the base of your neck from his close proximity

he’s such a glutton for putting little bitches like you in their place.

blade sharp canines dragging against the curve of your neck, pathetic attempts to maintain your resolve falling from unsteady lips

“the hell’s wrong with you—you already know i’m with izuku...i’m not doing this shit to him again—”

but you were already gone when his lips slotted against yours, body throbbing at the contact

now izuku was a good lover, a giver, a pleaser at heart

always putting your enjoyment above his

but eventually one grows tired of slick tongues and curved fingers, pretty whines and gentle kisses

you wanted “fuck you”s, spit flying along sick expletives hurled at your bowed, desperate figure, sweet sticky semen coating your throat after it was abused and stroked as though you were a piece of plastic.

and as luck may have it, katsuki was more than willing to provide.

yet today you’d had enough, his subtle touches when you passed one another had garnered izuku’s attention; you’d reassured the male that it was nothing to bother with, that the two of you were just coworkers.

at least when his balls aren’t in your slutty fucking mouth, thick bubbled spit dripping onto your home screen as you text izuku that you’ll be home late for “stir-friday” once again.

the best sex was on days like today, when you got just a little too reckless at the mouth

when you needed a not so gentle reminder of who’s leaving you breathless all hours of the night

takes his time with you, fingers teeming with a slight brine as they’re sloppily thrust into your mouth with a “shut the fuck up talking to me like you don’t know who the fuck i am.”

degradation? baby, you’ve met the man.

“wanna act like a bitch, that’s fine. just don’t complain when i leave you limping like one, got it?”

you’re shoved atop a desk, it’s contents forgotten as katsuki latches onto a tit and proceeds to leave mark after mark, striving to rid any trace of your lover

panties tugged to the side, fingerpads waltzing up the length of your—no, his pussy

kisses down your sternum and the plush skin of your stomach, flipping you opposite him before snaking his tongue between your southernmost lips, devouring you like a man starved

but doesn’t let you cum, not yet anyway

“katsuki—please, i need it, don’t fucking tease..”

hates when you whine because it chips at his hard exterior, he’d give anything to pull another cry from you

“beg for it then. you had so much to say earlier, eh? go ahead and put your mouth to better use, fuckin’ slut.”

spanks you while he eats it from the back cause he can

and don’t even get me started on his size kink

lives for making you feel small against his large stature and even larger ego

“damn, you’re tight...thought deku would’ve broken you in a bit more for me by now—”

his pace is angry and unforgiving like his mouth, leaving you no mercy when he finally takes his place between your thighs

“that’s it...take that shit. don’t run...come on, tell me who’s dick you go dumb for, say it—“

“yours! j-just yours, never ‘zuku. fuck! m’ so fucking close please, please—“

cant fill you up like he wants, but settles for painting your body with splotches of white, watching them mix with your now-purpling bruises

and when izuku calls your phone on the hour to ask when you’ll be home, that cocky fuck answers

“relax. your little girlfriend and i are at the office with some reports, she’s so damn uptight...been on my dick this entire time. “

“should probably loosen her up more, maybe she’d be less annoying.”

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

he secretly loves it when you get like this

while dabi loves the rush of tossing around some brainless slut with a thing for fucking mass murderers

pussy was much better when it came with a little resistance, a little push back before he got what he wanted

“dabi come on..let her be. i’m sorry sweetness, this guy botherin’ you?”

his counterpart, keigo, was a top tier scumbag with grade-A looks, words mingling with a dulcet voice that could turn water into wine if he pleased

sienna wings bristled against his shoulder blades as he leaned down, an arm coming across your chest casually, bent over the back of the couch

“don’t call me that shit. actually, both of you are bothering me.” you grit, a hand swatting away tanned nimble fingers that were slowly making their way towards a breast

“see what i mean kei? she’s being a fucking brat. can’t stand bitches like her, always thinking they’re too good for guys like us.”

dabi takes a seat to your left, cyan eyes raking over the curve of your hips ravenously, staples gleaming in the bar’s gentle yellow glow

he was going to have so much fun breaking you in.

“ i think i know what her problem is....somebody just wants a little attention, right? hell, look at how she’s dressed...”

keigo’s eyes have taken on a darker energy, a hand winding around the width of your neck and squeezing lightly

“i don’t want anything from either of you assholes—wait, the hell are you trying to—ah!”

taking advantage of your pliant state, dabi’s hands begin to roam over exposed skin, a scarred set of hands slithering up your top

his abrasive fingers tweak your nipples roughly, rolling them between a forefinger and thumb with a lustful glare

“come on...don’t you want us to make you feel good? tell us you don’t want us to cream you like a fuckin’ twinkie, and we’ll leave your bitchy ass high and fucking dry, just like this.”

you hate them, the last thing you want is for either of these douchebags to be what gets you off

but god do keigo’s lips feel like heaven on earth when they’re against your pulse point like that, and dabi’s profuse experience shows in the way he manipulates your body to make you sigh in ecstasy, fingers slipping past drenched lace with ease to tease your sensitive clit...

“we—we shouldn’t do this out here, someone might see...s-shit, ah fuck—”

“so what? don’t want everyone to see how much you like getting double teamed?” keigo taunts, tongue darting out to soothe the harsh bruise he’d finished sucking into the skin beneath your ear

“nah, i think we’ll take you right here. besides, it’s just us and the boss man tonight. ‘should let him watch though, maybe he’d learn a thing or two about what a good fuck really looks like instead of that hentai shit.”

“so...you in or not? my hand’s starting to cramp.”

you nod, the motion serving at the catalyst for a number of debaucherous things that would soon happen to your body

marking is an absolute must

keigo’s practically feral once he knows you’re his to play with, love bites littering the expanse of your tits, neck, even the inside of your thighs

dabi marks you too, but he’s not nearly as nice as keigo, leaving handprints all over your ass, each one accompanied by a harsh yet tolerable burn

you can thank his quirk for that

they’re sloppy and they know it, dabi’s spit creating web-like strings connecting your pussy lips together, the metal barbell wedged between tongue muscle retreating from beneath your trembling thighs

meanwhile keigo’s reveling in the way your spit coats his dick in an effortless gloss, a hand keeping your head steady as he drives into your throat with reckless abandon

the saliva making its way down through the valley of your breasts while you struggle to breathe, eyes watering in both panic and pleasure as the two use you like a toy

they take turns, metal and heady sweat flood your tastebuds when dabi takes on keigo’s previous stance

dabi certainly makes sure you give his balls special attention. it doesnt enhance his pleasure, he just likes seeing you get so nasty for him.

not so high and mighty when you’re gargling the dick of one of japan’s most wanted, are you?

keigo’s dick reaches depths you didn’t think possible, tip prodding your innermost spots and making you sputter pathetically around dabi’s length, eyes burning as you try to control the heat in your lungs

“nah nah nah, don’t get all teary eyed now—thought it was “fuck us and our weak ass dick”? hm? well this weak ass dick’s makin’ you choke like a two dollar whore, and keigo’s about to pump that sloppy cunt full of cum...still think you’re better than us?”

you’re tossed between the two men like a ragdoll, until your body’s spent and you’re bred so good that you drip with their mix of fluids every time you shift a little

the men don’t hesitate to compliment your endurance, praising you for being “such a good little fucktoy”.

which in dabi’s words, is the closest you’ll ever get to a “sorry for bothering you”.

𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢:

let me tell you a thing or two about shota.

he has no time, or tolerance, for bullshit.

between his atrocious sleep schedule, nightly patrols, and his day job as a high school teacher, he doesn’t have the capacity for mind games

so when you’d snapped on him like that, he did what he felt like was the most logical thing

he left you alone. he wasn’t about to get into some childish argument all because he didn’t give you the reaction you’d wanted over a dress

aizawa’s not a reactive man by nature

so when you’d purchased the sultry number, seams tight and neckline waivering on indecent

he’d merely hummed at the article of clothing in approval, committing the sight to memory before going back to finish reviewing his lesson plans for next week

which to you, wasn’t good enough. you wanted him to exhibit some sort of lust, something that made you feel like you still had him in the palm of your hand

it wasn’t like the two of you weren’t having sex, no not at all. but you wanted to feel like he wasn’t just attracted to you, but craved, desired, was desperate for your touch every now and again

and when he’d given his...lackluster feedback, you exploded, the two of you briefly exchanging words before you’d said that. shota was in no mood to argue, so he excused himself from the room to continue his work

“sorry if i actually want to, you know, feel desired by my own boyfriend? god, it’s like you don’t even look at me anymore.”

that comment stung, even recalling your wounded tone made his heart ache

was he really not paying attention to you?

but, unsurprisingly, the feelings of anger didn’t abate. just what made you think you could play these games with him, the two of you were grown, you knew if you wanted something all you had to do was ask—it made no sense

steel pen tip digging into the hurried scrawl of kaminari’s essay....if you could even call it that, he rose from his desk, relieved his tense neck from the presence of hair by knotting it into a high ponytail

beginning to strip as he made his way toward your shower

you wanted him to look at you? alright. he’d do exactly that, and then some. just remember, be careful what you wish for.

“shota? look... i’m sorry for how i acted earlier. i should’ve just communicated how i felt instead of blowing up on you like that, i just get frustrated with how much you work and how we never see each other, and it makes it hard for me to—mmph!”

he meets your lips with a subdued roughness, hands splayed across your hips, water trickling across stiffened knuckles while he fumbled and scoured for any piece of you he could manage to grasp

“you said you feel like i don’t look at you anymore.”

“lets fix that. i have a proposition for you. if you manage to hold eye contact with me for however long it takes for you to cum, my body’s yours to do whatever you want with.”

“however...look away for even a second, and i’ll have no problem reminding you just how much you can take before you’re begging for me to fuck you. you know how...efficient i can be. sound fair?”

now something he’d alluded to, but never said about this little agreement? there was no way for you to win.

on days where his exhaustion levels weren’t at an all time low, he’d find himself lapping at the slightly acidic, rich nectar between your thighs for hours and hours on end

so what made you think you even had the resolve to maintain eye contact the entire time?

you lose, though that was to be expected

and shota couldn’t be happier about it

now while it’s practically canon that he’s into bondage, let’s switch things up a bit

honestly, he’s the type to love proving a point.

he’ll make you ride his dick, not letting you stop for a second even though he’s practically in your stomach at this point

bad at it? he doesn’t care. your knees are giving out? not his problem.

“sho-please, i can’t, ‘s too big...fuck—“

“damn, and to think i had ‘weak ass dick’ before. now you can’t take it? pick a side sweetheart, your desperation is showing.”

he’s not incredibly vocal in the bedroom as that’s just not who he is

but makes an exception when it comes to making fun of you

“come on, you can swallow more than that, right? tch. you’ve gotten lazy.”

is another one of those “take a photo for future reference” type of people. but he’s respectful of not only your privacy but his own, and keeps it in the hidden photos folder of his camera roll like a sane adult.

he had to learn the hard way about the importance of concealing scandalous materials that one time hizashi was using screen sharing to suggest a new learning course during a staff meeting

only for the blonde to scroll and several pairs of eyes in the room to be blessed (or cursed) with the sight of a rather ecstatic looking woman bent in a position that would make a gymnast blush

also likes to give you sloppy, shallow half strokes to drive you to the point of insanity before spreading your ass cheeks and molding your body to the bed beneath you

“you wanna know what i was thinking about when you walked out with that dress on? hm? i wondered... ‘how long it would take before we used it as a cumrag after i was done with you?’ i thought about doing this.”

oh, and by the way, there’s a mirror above your bed for a reason. but we’ll get into that some other time, won’t we?

#izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #aizawa x reader #deku smut #bakugo smut #dabi smut #hawks smut #aizawa smut #mha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #kittybutmakeitferal #thanks once again for 1k you nasties!

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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request: some christmassy idea where marcus moreno brings presents he bought for missy to the shop to get wrapped up bc he cant wrap for shit. And he wants to flirt with reader whos the one whos gonna wrap the presents but for the love of the above he cant. hes stuttering and hes flustered and its cute. And reader is like okay mister "i can use the force", heres my number, call me so we can shedule a date. And hes so shocked about it 😄😭😭😭 thank u patricia! 🌟

I see it's time to write for Mr. Moreno? Excellent 😌 Enjoy!

Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader; no warnings

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A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he reluctantly returned to the store, the bag of presents in his hand a sign of defeat. How hard it could possibly have been to wrap a few presents? Apparently too hard for someone like Marcus Moreno. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried, oh no, he’d spent several hours the previous evening after Missy had gone to bed attempting to wrap the clothes and other oddly shaped boxes perfectly. But instead of success, all he gained was frustration.

Instead of another vain attempt at the wrapping, he gave up and threw everything back into the bag and made his mind that he would go back to the small department store and ask...beg if you required it, for you to wrap the gifts.

He might have been able to save the world on several occasions, but apparently his talents ended at Christmas gift wrapping. Well, he huffed to himself as he pulled open the door, the soft twinkling of bells meeting his ears, everyone had a limit. His just happened to be a little more pathetic than others.

Super Hero, he reminded himself with each step, he was a fudgin’ super hero for fuck’s sake. But alas, when it came to more domestic things, such as cooking, and wrapping apparently, he was far from super. He was working on it though - spending time each day to make sure he was learning - doing enough - to be the father Missy needed. For her, and himself. Things weren’t always easy, but they were always getting better.

Although tired from a long day at the office, throwing swords around, as Missy had dubbed it, his face instantly lit up when he spied you behind the counter, an almost bored expression on your face. The last of the Christmas rush was almost over, which meant business had slowed down, which was both a blessing and a curse at the same time. Marcus would have been a liar if he said he didn’t have an ulterior motive for coming back; sure - he wanted the presents wrapped, but let’s be honest, the man was smitten with you. Any excuse to come back and chat with you, even if it was just five minutes was good enough for him.

He’d known you, casually, for a few years now. You had been Missy’s teacher at school last year, and he knew that you worked the summers and holidays at your parent’s store to give them a hand with the rushes. Sometimes, being the sneaky Heroic he was, he’d made up excuses in the past to come into your classroom to spend a few minutes here and there talking to you. It was hard to believe that anyone could make him nervous, to make his heart flutter and beat like a nervous schoolboy, but there you were. Managing to do it every time.

But he’d never act on it. No, no, no. That would be downright outrageous. After all, why on earth would you be interested in Marcus Moreno? He couldn’t even wrap a present.

Almost as if you sensed his presence, you looked up from the counter you were organized and offered him a dazzling smile, accompanied by a small wave. He was positive his heart stopped at the sight as he had to remind himself to breath. After a quick inhale and exhale, he marched over to you, ready to be firm, and hell, maybe today he’d finally ask if you wanted to get dinner sometime. Why not, after all? But then he took a good look at your eyes, those soft eyes and that gentle smile and he came undone.

“Hi Marcus,” you beamed at him as he did his best to give you a normal smile in response, “what a pleasure to see a friendly face. How are you?”

“Hi,” he managed to choke out as he calmed himself. How did you have this effect on him? He was a grown man, a man with plenty of experience in dating and love, and yet this one he couldn’t seem to nail down, “I’m fine - you know what, why lie? I’m tired and I can’t wrap presents for shit. I hate to ask, but could you help me out? I’ve seen you do it for other people and I’m afraid if I try again, it’ll be worse than the first time. It’s been awful - oh my God, I’m so rude. I’m rambling - you look pretty - nice - how are you?”

“Marcus,” you giggled at him, watching as a nervous tinge of pink flushed his cheeks. You put your hand on his, effectively getting him to calm down and shut up, “slow down. It’s okay - I’ve got you covered. I assume work is busy?”

“That’s one way to put it,” he was instantly relieved as you took the presents from and grabbed some wrapping paper to display to him. He nodded at your choice and watching in awe as you made quick work of grabbing the first present and getting to work, “I was about ready to just leave him in the bag and give them to Missy like that.”

“Ahh, it’s not a big deal,” you shot him a quick wink, “it’s easy once you get the hang of it. But then again, I’ve been helping my parents with this stuff for years. Maybe sometime I’ll show you how.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” he exhaled as he leaned against the counter and tried to pay it cool. His heart was thumping in his chest so rapidly, he was sure you were able to hear it as well. If you noticed anything out of place, you didn’t show it, “I’ll pay you - whatever you want.”

“Marcus,” you waved him off, “there’s no need. Besides, what are friends for?”

“Friends,” he almost choked on the word as he grinned at the delicate look of concentration on your face. Your brow was furrowed, your tongue peeking out from between your lips as you made sure to get all the measurements just right, “how’s everything been? It’s been a while…”

“I know,” you agreed as you started some ribbon to start curling it, “I miss you coming into my classroom all the time, I miss Missy - it’s not quite the same without the Morenos.”

How much could hint at it before he finally got the bait? You’d harbored a crush on the man for years now, even before you became Missy's teacher. He was a Heroic after all - handsome, funny, smart, and kind. Who wouldn't fall in love with him? You'd hinted at your feelings a number of times and you thought he reciprocated a few times, but you could never be quite sure. And neither of you ever seemed to make a move. You'd come close a few times, but somehow just hadn't...quite gotten there.

“I miss it too,” he agreed quietly, turning his attention to his hands, “Missy doesn’t like her teacher as much this year.”

“That’s because I’m pretty cool,” you teased gently, “you look nice too, by the way. The all black thing - pretty sexy.”

Marcus was sure his heart stopped at your words; you couldn’t seriously have said what he thought you said. Right? Right. He looked at you with wide eyes as you refused to look up from what you were doing in case you had completely overstepped any remaining boundaries.

“I, umm…” he paused for a moment, chuckling at his own nerves as he moved to stand in front of you, “I’m shit at this. But I, umm...I like you.”

“Marcus,” you stopped what you were doing and set the scissors down to meet his soft brown eyes. He had a small smile on his face, nervous as he watched your expression to try and get a read on the situation. Honestly? He’d rather have taken down another horde of aliens than wait for your response, “it’s about time you said something. I was beginning to think you never would.”

“Oh,” he let a nervous chuckle as your words set in, “oh. Oh?”

“I like you too, Marcus,” you admitted as a warmth flushed over you, “I just...I didn’t know how to say it. I was…”

“Nervous,” you both blurted out at the same time as you both laughed. At least you were on the same page.

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” he confessed as you nodded in understanding, “I feel like an old fool more than anything...but I’d like to take you out. On a date. A real date. Like you know not just...this, and I’m sorry if this is awkward. Missy’s been telling me to ask you forever and I just feel like -”

“Marcus,” you grinned at him as you reached up and held up a finger to his lips, “you’re rambling again, silly. I’d love to. I’d love to go out with you.”

“Seriously?” his eyebrows raised in surprise as you just nodded. Needless to say, he was not expecting this - any of it.

“Seriously,” you confirmed, “come on, Mr. Force Hands, give me your phone and I’ll give you my number.”

“Okay,” he looked at you with nothing but soft hope in his eyes as he fished out his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. You let your hand brush over his as you took it and quickly saved your number for him, “I...yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” you agreed, “but don’t actually forget to text me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he breathed out easily, “besides, I owe Missy twenty bucks now and she’ll never forget it. We made a bet - she said I’ve never get the nerve to ask.”

“What a pleasant surprise,” you grinned at him, “now come on. Come around the counter and I’ll show you how to wrap properly.”

Marcus shuffled around the counter and you pointed to the spot you had previously occupied. Moving behind him, you paused for a moment before reaching around him to put your hands over his and help guide him. He swallowed thickly at your tender touch, trying to keep himself composed.

“Now,” you said softly, “do it like this.”

It was definitely not what Marcus had expected to come out of this evening - but he was so glad it did. Finally.

Maybe not being able to wrap presents wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #wcbh #we can be heroes #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #ahhhhh here we are

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Remember?

Summary- 1.9k Frank Adler x You. Frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why. Written for @stargazingfangirl18 5k challenge

Warnings- like... barely there mention hint of smut? But just barely? I cant even count it as a warning to be honest.

A/N- so yes this is written for a soft!dark challenge, but dark writing just isn't happening. I went with just soft and with the prompt of lazy make out session.I really wanted to make sure I was giving something to Siri’s challenge because she works so hard on providing us wonderful fics to enjoy, is incredibly supportive and honestly she deserves it. Much love always babes and thank you for all you do.

A/N 2- Can be read as a one shot. It is in the same verse as Oppressive. Also trying out a new site to make moodboards. I kinda like it? what do you all think? And I know the Fort Myers pier is made from concrete, not wood, but I wanted wood. So I went with wood. I always appreciate your thoughts on a fic. Alright, Much Love, Happy Reading! 🌊

“Baby wake up.” You heard a husky whisper in your ear as well as a rough scrape against your shoulder from Franks cheek as he pressed in close to your back, the soft hairs of his chest pressed into your sleepy warm skin and you muttered a no into your pillow as you hid your face into the cotton covers.

He must be out of his ever loving mind to think you were going to wake up at… a quick peek at the old 80’s looking radio clock Frank loved sitting on his night stand. The red numbers were unfocused at first, but blurry sharpened to three thirty am. Yes, your man was crazy to think you were up for anything at all, and the way he was pressed into your ass cheeks, you suspected he woke up early for sex.

That was going to be a hell no. “Frank go back to sleep. I will fuck you later.” You promised as you shifted back into your warm safe hollow. He chuckled gruffly and his hands slid on your hips to twist you to fast him, causing you to sigh and blink up at him. In the dark of the room, his eyes were a dull blue shining down at you amused. You though were no in that same mood as you blinked up at him, pushing a hand against his chest. “Come on Frank, I'm not in the mood. I was sleeping so good.”

“You would think I would wake you up just for sex.” Frank scoffed.

“It wouldn't be the first time.”

“Probably won't be the last either, but that's not what this is about. Come on Sweetheart, get up. I have a surprise.” He tapped your ass and pulled away as you were groaning, knowing sleep simply wasn't going to happen.

“Adler, I swear to all that is holy, this better be good.” You grumbled as you sat up and tried to wake up. Frank came back out with some clothing for you, a pair of capris, tee shirt and undergarments. You looked at the casual clothing and arched your brows. “Where are you dragging me?”

“Its a surprise, trust me, those are appropriate.” He started as he dressed in some old faded blue jeans and grey tee. Wherever he was taking you wasn't going to require dressing up too much, so you just pulled your hair back into a tie, and didn't bother with makeup. He kept glancing at his watch, and by three fifty he had you out the door and to his pickup truck. He tossed a bag in the back and when you went to question it, he shook his head firmly in a no while ushering you into the passenger side. “Part of it, just trust me.”

“I trust you to have something up your sleeve Adler, considering you know I love my sleep in on Saturday Morning.” You grumbled under your breath. Typically you and Frank slept late Saturdays. Mary would go to Roberta’s Friday night for her weekly sleepover that both woman and child insisted on, you and Frank would go to the local bar for a night of cold drinks, games of pool and the occasional dancing when you could get Frank drunk enough to go on the small dance floor. Simple, but you always had a good time. Saturday was recovery day.

So why was he dragging you out of bed on recovery day?

“So a hint?” You decide to pester a bit, sliding closer on the bench seat till you were against his side, his arm circling around your shoulder to tuck you in closer and press a kiss to your temple. You could feel his lips upturned to a smirk against the side of your head.

“You want a hint… It has to be done early in the morning.”

You rolled your eyes at him with a huff, dropping your hand to dance your fingers against a jean clad thigh, making his eyes dart down to your hand. “I want better then that.”

“You are not gonna get it Baby, but you can try your best.”

He really was being serious this time, because he caught your hand from wandering up to far and brought it to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Alright Adler, keep your secrets then.” You let your head rest on his shoulder and eyes close. Frank was stubborn, always had been. You knew when you just had to let it go. You drifted in and out as he sped along the interstate. Soon he was turning off, but you weren't quick enough to catch what the exit was, so still had no idea.

“Are we there?”

“Close, you don't know where we are?” He asked with a slight laugh in his voice. You shrug a bit as you two are driving down the main drag of the area, passing all night gas stations, fast food chain restaurants, outlet stores and parking lots.

“No clue, every place in Florida has this Frank.”

He hummed a bit, slowing to an intersection and flicking on his blinker. “True, but you will soon see.” He winked as he made the turn, pulling away from the city-like area and moving towards the beach strip. Where million dollar homes, hotels, and beach side tourist traps laid quiet in the barely morning hours. It was starting to lighten though, you could see the black blue of the night sky make way for lighter purples and pinks.

So you remained patient, waiting for wherever Frank was taking you. The terrain started to get sandier, the crack of the window took on a breezy salty scent and you could taste the hint of surf and sand in the air. Your lips turned upwards, just that scent alone reminded you of a couple years ago, and it all clicked right where you were.

Your first overnight away from home with Frank was to Fort Myers, a small rundown motel on the beach. The room was iffy, the Ac barely worked, neither of you dared to use the pool. At the time it was all you two could afford. And it was all perfect.

Because that morning, before sunrise, you two escaped to the beach, arm in arm and sat in the dunes to watch the sunrise over the crashing ocean, and all was perfect in the world with each other.

Frank glanced over to see the knowing look on your face, and his own softened in a smile, his hand coming to grasp the inside of your thigh gently, squeezing. “Now you know?” He pulled into an almost deserted parking lot. At the other end were a group of people, unstrapping their boards to get ready to go into the surf.

“Of course Frankie.” You said with a touch of sentiment in your tone as you leaned over to peck his lips and nip at him playfully. “How can I forget?” You pull away suddenly and jump out of the car, yanking off your shoes to ditch in the truck. Frank followed, doing the same with his own boots.

You had already taken off into the sand, making your way towards the surf to dig your feet into the wet sand happily. Now it was getting lighter, those dark purples and pinks made way for the reds and oranges as the barest hint of the sun kissed the horizon.

Frank came up behind, having managed to yank his jeans up partially around his calves and pressed you two to walk out a bit further into the surf, the salt water spritzing you both in a fine cooling mist, clinging to your skin, in your hair, on your clothes. It all brought back the sensations of that first trip together. You fall back into his chest while he dips his head to mouth kisses into your neck, enjoying the quiet of the moment with you in a more physical way for a moment. Making you tilt your head to the side while the sun finally broke.

From the nearby pier, heavy pelicans lined the side to swoop down, skimming over the water in lines, giving the two of you a show all for yourselves, among the surf the small sandpipers chased after the tiny ghost crabs trying to escape back into the surf, all of it made you smile. This felt like home to you, right here with Frank.

“It feels like forever since we have visited.” You finally say as you turn to face Frank, the two of you stepping out of the surf, and hand in hand making your way along the beach's edge towards the pier, the sandpipers running away as fast as they could, a few taking to wing to fly several yards ahead of you to start there search in the surf retreating back from the edge once more.

“Been a couple years at least. I was looking at the calendar and realized an anniversary of ours was coming up.” He mentioned while you two stepped under the pier. A small private world for you two at the moment as far above you people made their way towards the end stretching out over the water, ready to drip lines for fishing in the surf. Here though, underneath it all, was just for you and Frank.

Nothing but water crashing to the shore, wood above your heads and the morning bringing back fond memories. Memories of shared kisses against one of the ageless logs helping to hold the deck yards above them steady, the way your legs wrapped around his hips as he pinned you in place and loved you so freely out in the open where they could be caught. How afterwards Frank said those words that he never uttered to anyone else in the way he said it to you.

Fuck I think I love you.

You thought then you loved him to. Now you knew you did. Your fingers looped in his belt loops and you walked backwards, till your back pressed once more against that sand and salt aged wood, looking up at him in the now very present dawn.

“You know Frank, I think I love you.”

“You know what Y/N, I think I love you too.” He winked, sliding in closer till he was pressed against you, his hands cupping the side of your face and tilting up to meet him, his tongue sliding past soft lips to the sweet heat of your mouth and tangling his tongue with yours. It elicited a soft moan from the back of your throat.

Warming salty air really agreed with Frank, mixing the tastes on your tongue, you curled your arms around his body, clutching at his back as you now clung to him, thoroughly enjoying the way this kiss made you feel.

The sensations of love and passion curling in your belly and your heart thud against your breast bone, absorbing into Frank as he pressed into your body, trying to daze you from rational thoughts, away from the everyday thoughts.

Frank had a talent at making you appreciate the here and now.

And right here, with sand covering your feet, your shirt and pants clinging to you from the ocean spray and your man completely pressing every ounce of his affection into you, you could do nothing but appreciate being in the moment.

“Scratch that, I don't think, I know I love you Frank Adler.” You managed to break out of his kiss for half a second.

“I know you do.” He assured you as he grasped the back of your thighs and lifted you enough to fold your legs around his waist. “I plan on showing you just how I feel.” He promised, the glint in his ocean blue eyes turning mischievously playful under that pier.

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #amber writes #sweater writes #frank adler x reader #frank adler x you #gifted au #frank adler fan fic #chris evans characters #remember?#i have a soft spot for this man #cant change wont change #i love just soft sweet moments for him #and making out under a pier is one of those moments #so lets all just give him love #shall we?#thanks for coming to my soft moment

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mammons-tax-returns · 3 years

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The brothers with an MC that's obsessed with their hips HCs please! Like constantly touching their waist and cant help but looking if they're wearing a tight shirt

THE BROTHERS REACTING TO AN MC OBSESSED W/ THEIR HIPS

sheeeesh, id be too :).

this post is just “the brothers getting the appreciation they deserve and forgetting about their self hatred for a sec”

✖️ GENDER NEUTRAL MC ✖️

Unsurprisingly, he catches on pretty quickly.

At first, it kind of catches him off guard. His waist/hips aren’t normally the thing people tend to flatter him for. But it’s not like he hates it. He actually loves it.

He’s literally a goth mom that stays wearin his corset vests. MC deffo has a field day when he wears his fancy getup.

If MC is too scared to put their hands on him but wants to, he’ll most definitely notice, and encourage it when they’re alone.

He’s not one to dress FOR someone else, but it’s worth wearing a tight-fitted shirt if that means he gets a reaction out of MC.

Every time he catches their stare, he smirks and pushes his massive coat aside oh-so-casually. Just enough to give them what they want.

He notices the staring, but thinks nothing of it. After all, he’s not a model for nothing, right?

One day, MC lets a comment about it slip, intentionally or not.

Mammon is reduced to ash. That is the end of him. RIP.

He’s never the same.

Before, the attention from modeling was just a side effect of being naturally handsome. A downside of it, even.

But now, his favorite human EVER has a FAVORITE part of him that they love? Because they pay attention to him that much?

And to him, that’s the best feeling in the world. If they like that part of him, he feels proud of having it. And proud that he wears a thin shirt and cropped jacket everyday.

One time, he brought them to one of his shirtless photoshoots.

Bad idea. The entire time, he was slightly flushed and shaky from their adorable reaction to seeing him.

UGH I LOVE HIM HES SO SWEET.

It all started with that damned photo of him in a towel. We know the one.

Levi is very aware of everyone’s eyes on him.

So he gets super flustered when MC watches him for a prolonged amount of time.

But because of that big jacket of his, they have to eventually ask, “Have you ever considered just wearing a t-shirt? Maybe a long sleeved shirt?”

He’s confused, but changes into a slim fit long sleeve.

When MC continues to stare at him intently, he can feel himself shrink a little in embarrassment.

“Y-You’re silently judging me, aren’t you? Ahhh, forget it! This is exactly why Iive in the comfort of my jacket...”

It takes lots of encouragement, but he finally understands that MC does NOT feel revolted just by looking at him.

While he won’t give up wearing his jacket, he takes it off when the two are alone and playing video games.

His favorite thing in the world is allowing them to wrap their arms around his waist while he plays his video games.

Just like Mammon, it gives him butterflies thinking that someone loves his body when he can’t do it himself.

Satan also notices the stares, but writes it off as nothing important similarly to Mammon.

He’s a bookworm. He could care less about his appearance when he’s immersed in the tragic downfall of history’s greatest knights.

But he finds it a bit... Cute? Endearing? Just the thought that something so irrelevant to himself is so captivating to this human nowhere near his power level.

In his mind chock-full of thousands of years of book reading, he envisions it as a rabbit falling in love with a wolf for its triangular ears.

He’s a little off put by the idea of them touching them in such a place, but in the moment, he understands it completely.

MC’s touch is gentle but firm— loving, is what it is.

Being the avatar of wrath has many downsides. Including being avoided at all costs by so many people, even by his own brothers at some points.

So it feels great to just feel absolutely adored by someone.

We been knew.

He’s the embodiment of want. So he knows all about it. ‘It’ being the way MC discreetly sneaks glances at him from across the room.

And he goes wild for it.

He brings it up casually. Almost too casually.

“Look at how close we’re sitting MC~ I’m practically on top of you. But be careful, who knows what I’d do if you kept staring like that...”

Asmo is just waiting for the moment MC makes a move. He wants to see what it looks like for them to finally stop holding back. The mere thought of it gets his adrenaline pumping.

And as the two are posing for a selfie together, their hands instinctively go to his sides.

MC doesn’t even realize that they haven’t moved their hands even after the photo. They only realize when Asmo puts his hands over their own, smiling innocently.

“You’re too cute, MC...”

One thing that Asmo starts suggesting is slow dancing. Just the two of them, in his room swaying to the sound of his slow song playlist.

Simply enjoying each other to the tune of vintage ballroom rythms never seemed so beautiful.

Beel has a body that many would go great lengths for. It doesn’t quite resonate with him, because eating well and exercising is just his thing. They’re hobbies.

While he gets lots of compliments about it (particularly from Asmo), he doesn’t think about the curves and edges of his frame very much. He only thinks about what muscles require what stretches and workouts.

And unfortunately, he doesn’t notice any of MC’s affection for his hips.

The prolonged hugs, the staring and flushed complexion. To him, it’s all part of their friendship.

Even if they outright say, “Beel. Ur thiccness is very good.”

It doesn’t hit him very hard. He’s like yea? And? 😌🤚

However, he does have a bit of internalized insecurities about his looks. It’s not necessarily his body, but how others react to... Him.

How many times has he met someone and they didn’t look the slightest bit intimidated? Exactly. He has a resting bitch face on an athlete’s body when he’s one of the sweetest demons alive.

So yes. He is insecure. But when MC finds even the most insignificant things about him to be endearing, it reminds him that, even for a second, he can be loved in his own skin.

Just like his twin, he doesn’t particularly care for the way his body looks. Especially to others.

He couldn’t care less of what negative things anyone had to say about him, anyways. Been there, done that.

But he can’t help but notice the electricity buzzing through his tired limbs when MC keeps a lingering hand around his sides.

It’s a little odd, he notes. That such a small gesture causes his body to react like that. But it’s pleasant, he’ll admit.

And then he notices just how often it happens. Even when they’re not cuddling. MC will have a hand on his waist, for even a moment.

“MC, do you like touching me there? You don’t do it to anyone else, I’ve noticed.”

They are embarrassed— mostly because they never really realized they were doing it. As soon as they go to apologize, Belphie lets out his sweet giggle.

“It’s okay. I actually like it... It’s cute that you do it so absentmindedly.”

#obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me gender neutral mc

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 4

a/n: I LIVE FOR THESE MANAGER SEIJOH ASKS LIKE BLS TAKE OVER MY LIFE

(i originally planned to write the other schools for the manager scenario like theyre already in my drafts with plans and partly written out but like seijoh is my TOP PRIORITY (sorry pls dont hate me) BC THEY ARE MY BOIS)

also, most of my ask box is all for a kyoken ending and kyoken fluff and aoba johsai fluff and im quaking bc this is spurring me to create more aoba johsai imagines and my love for the other schools is just like being overshadowed by our little plant babies :’)

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request: Im the anon who mentioned the chaos about the dating and can I say I love it!!! 🙏🙏 i kinda have this hc for the boys that they fight whenever they go on bus rides, just because they want yn to sit next to them. But she usually sits next to the calmer members?? The reason the boys fight?? She may or may not have fallen asleep a few times, her head on kyo/iwa shoulder. 🥺🥺

LMAO THAT PART JUST REEKED CHAOTIC ENERGY AND SHE WOULD TOTALLY SIT NEXT TO THEM JUST TO SPITE THE OTHERS AND I LOVE THE IRONY LIKE THE MOST AGGRESSIVE LOOKING ARE THE SOFTEST AND CALMEST TOWARDS HER LIKE PLEASE KYOKEN AND IWA ARE JUST LITTLE SOFT BEANS AND DESERVE THE WORLD

(bruh im so soft for iwa and kyo like my best bois and i must write them out IMMEDIATELY bc theyre so uggghhhhhh!!!!!!!)

MY TWO MEN IN ONE GIF GOD HAS BLESSED ME-

oh dear

bus rides,,,,, yep here we go

the team is usually peaceful and civil w each other (minus iwa literally beating oiks up but thats irrelevant information)

like they dont really have fights or have any arguments bc they meet up every saturday to talk about the week and if anybody had any concerns or anything they were mad about since it was like a family meeting

but boy oh boy

when you entered this family,,, arguments and misunderstandings happened once a week

‘no! y/n-chan said she was going to go shopping with me!’

‘um, she already agreed to go to to the arcade w me’

‘wait, she told me we were going to go visit that cafe!’

yes you agreed to do those things w them but you never assigned a date

your attention was something that these boys were always wanting since they only see you during club hours and practices

their jealousy gets really ugly sometimes and the two first years actually get all smug about it

‘hm, y/n, we still up for studying later?’

you ruffled his hair and smiled up at him

‘yep! we need to set an alarm though or else i’d end up staying after 1 in the morning again’

‘great. cant wait’

kunimi rarely shows any emotion towards his senpais but they couldnt miss the smug smirk that made oikawa grip the volleyball and mattsun holding him back

god hes such a little shite

everyone knows that the first years have a upperhand than them bc of your same grade so the upperclassmen were much more sensitive to spending time with you outside of practice

and they liked to spend that time wisely

when the time for away games come, you weren’t that worried about it

i mean,, why would you when boarding the bus is going to be so early in the morning at like 4 in the morning and theyd be sleeping the whole time so you get peace and quiet

in fact, you were looking forward!

but nope!

jesus took the wheel and said no

instead, you were watching the team members shouting and yelling at each other at the asscrack of dawn

say sike rn

the 2 coaches were actually not there yet so they werent able to help you and whip the boys to order so here you were, bleary eyed and clearly still tired, sighing and rolling your eyes at the fight

‘SHE SITS WITH ME! IM TEAM CAPTAIN! I GET DIBS!’

‘NO! YOU DROOL ON HER AND MESS UP HER CLOTHES! YOU LIKE MAKKI-SENPAI MORE, RIGHT, Y/N-CHAN?!’

now you might be asking me, ‘author-chan, why are they fighting so hard for something as simple as a bus ride?’

well, my young grasshoppers, this is not just a simple bus ride

you are infamous in the team to be a sleeper

no matter what form of transportation, bus, car, any surface, you found yourself in dream land

yall i wish i was like that

the sleep paralysis demon beside my bed says otherwise

they freak out and fight over even a simple touch of affection from you, do you really think they wouldnt fight tooth and nail to being your pillow and freely watching your adorable sleeping face?

these men are fighting as if they were fighting something serious like a world war

lmao with how intensely theyre fighting, it practically is

but there were two players who actually didnt care either way since they only wanted you to be the most comfortable and they werent exactly the most squishiest members

in fact, they were basically all muscle and probably not the most comfortable

NOPE I BELIEVE THAT IWA IS IN FACT ONE OF THE MOST COMFIEST AND BEST PILLOWS IN THE ENTIRE HAIKYUU UNIVERSE

totally not my bias talking or anything

so it was no surprise when they didnt get themselves involved

iwa was already done w them and goes in the bus because mom deserves a nap

naturally, kyo follows the leader and boards the bus after him, leaving the others to fight it out in the school parking lot

you were happy that they were too distracted that they wouldnt notice you sneaking away into the bus and you were slightly disappointed that out of all the seats, kyo had to sit in the one-seater by the front

so you immediately went over to the other person, who was iwa-san, and he was just settling in, pulling out his teal blanket

you blinked at him when he caught you stare but he gently smiled before opening the blanket

‘i was never a fan of window seats anyways’

you happily bounced over to him and you placed your bag at the overhead compartment bc seijoh is bougee and can afford everything before you climbed over him to the seat next to the window

iwaizumi tried to make you as comfortable as he can so he kept the seat divider thing yanno what im talking about? between you

but his eyes widened when you casually pulled it up and snuggled closer to him

youve done this before so he opened his right arm for you to cuddle closer but he was still surprised

meanwhile,,,

you just closed your eyes with a smile as you pulled the blanket to your chin and practically glomped yourself to iwa

ugh im so jealous of you!!!!!!!!!!

‘hmmmm, youre so warm iwa-san. youre like,,,,, jacob from twilight’

his eyebrow quirked and he smiled, wrapping his arm around you and tightly holding you close

‘oh? the werewolf?’

he felt your head nod

‘mhm. so warm, and strong, yet so gentle and soft’

by now, both your legs were already swung over his lap and head on his chest as you sat sideways

his fingers traced circles around your middle as his other hand was fiddling with your fingers

‘didnt he like mark a little girl?’

‘iwa-san dont talk about that!’

his laugh grumbled his chest and you giggled, trying to become even closer towards his naturally warm chest and inhale his scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

it was such an odd combination from the people you knew and you were immediately drawn to it

thats why you usually wore his jacket rather than your own

he always gets confused as to where it is but you steal it and watch him look for it

you didnt hear that from me though

it didnt take a long time for you to fall asleep and by the time the 2 coaches finally arrived and yelled at the players, they were already late

‘oikawa, i thought youd handle this properly!’

oiks whimpered from the coach’s scolding but apologized then pushed everyone in

the sight in front of them made them both boil in jealousy and squeal in uwus

you, the softest and sweetest and kindest little flower human being, being cuddled up to iwaizumi, the brute and bara arms and the ultra macho strong man, who had his head on top of you

KYAAAAAAAA

even though they knew you were a heavy sleeper and iwa slept like a rock, they still quieted down and silently walked over to their seats, hissing and shushing at anyone who even made the slightest bit of noise

rustle of the bags?

SSSSHHHHHH

seat creaking as they sit down?

SSSHHHHHHHH

they only let this slide bc your sleeping face was just so cute and they didnt have the heart to wake you up

and also face the wrath of titan iwa and be thrown into the atlantic ocean like oikawa did one time

when you finally arrived at the stadium, they waited for a rough 10 minutes just to figure out how to wake you up

they didnt want to wake up iwa first and have him yell at them but they didnt want to wake you up first either

but kyo didnt understand the dilemma and instead just goes to the back where yall were at and he goes to the seat behind you so he could reach you easily and tickles your cheek

the team is just like 👁️👄👁️

your nose scrunches at this tingling sensation until it continues so you open your eyes and finds kyo just smiling down at you

oiks is literally shaking bc he could see the smallest smile on kyo’s face

‘wake up’

with his gruff voice, it sounded like he was ordering you around but you knew he couldnt help it and blinked tiredly at him, giving him a smile of your own

‘hm, hi kyo-san’

you winced at the sudden appearance of the sunlight and that made you fully wake up before flinched at the eyes of the other players

‘hello, everyone’

you said slowly and you sat up, noticing iwa still sleeping

oiks held his breath bc hes been friends w iwa since he was still a baby and he knows that its like waking up a sleeping dragon

‘wait y/n-chan-’

but you didnt listen and poked his nose

‘iwa-san? iwa-san, we’re here’

you cooed and the poking made his eyes flutter open and with his head still tilted to the side, he swore he saw an angel by the way the sunlight hit the back of your head giving you a smiling angel effect

hm, i could get used to seeing this when i wake up

you grinned and when he finally stretched, you sat up stright, waiting for iwa to get up so you could slide out

but kyo was an impatient little bean and just hoisted you out of there and towards him behind the seat

‘come on. i got your bag’

he mumbled and you nodded, letting him hold your hand

lmao wait i forgot the time this is set

this is set during the 2nd inter-high okay? okay

oiks was still complaining at kyo and iwa hogging you but you didnt listen and continued walking towards the entrance, glancing around at the other teams

as usual, oiks and iwa were walking to the front bc yanno, captain and vice-captain, while you and kyo walked at the back, mainly bc you didnt want any player to stray off like kindaichi did last time and look for him for hours

kyo gripped your hand and you turned your head to look at him to see his eyes glaring at anything

you chuckled which made him look down at you, the glare slowly disappearing

‘hm, kyo-san, you should really invest in contacts. it doesnt matter if wearing glasses makes you feel like a nerd bc you still need it to see’

he scrunched his nose when you scolded him and he was about to retort when him and the team caught the whisperings of the nearby teams

‘oh my god, seijoh and the beautiful manager’

‘how old is she? i hope shes at least a second year’

‘ngh id tap that’

IM BLEEHHHHH

‘is he her boyfriend? if so, the competition isnt that hard then’

kyo growled and was about to lunge at the yellow jacketed boy but you held him back, also worriedly looking at your boys

‘seijoh, down’

you ordered and they shrunk back, opting to just glaring heatedly at the other teams

you could still feel kyo shaking at rage to them sexualizing you but your hands squeezing him and the other hand rubbing his arm helped him control it

‘dont make a scene, kyo-san. its your first competition since your suspension, right? and you love volleyball so please keep it in. i can protect myself’

you whispered but he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and continuing to glare at everyone as if he was asserting dominance

‘if they touch you-’

‘ill kick them between the legs, i know. you told me already’

you teased and he hummed in agreement

when they played, they were at ease bc the two coaches were there and they were also protective of you like their own so they wouldnt have to worry about someone to go after you

however,,

as they were warming up for the second game, you had to quickly fill up their water bottles bc they were already tired and dehydrated so you needed to fill them up

and they were all busy and you didnt want to bother them and you were going to be quick anyways so you just took the case of bottles and ran to the nearby water fountain

you were hurriedly filling them up and at your last bottle, you were about to cap it when you felt a presence behind you

he stood close and his arms snaked around your waist but you hurriedly tightened the lid and whacked him at the head with the heavy bottle

you continuously hit him and kicked him between the legs before hitting him again

‘DONT TOUCH ME AGAIN!’

you shouted and iwa and kyo were watching from the end of the hallway, panting from running so fast since they heard your shouts

okay a little flashback,

kyo was watching you from his perepharal vision and when he went up to spike, he took his eyes off of you for ONE DAMN SECOND and you nyoomed out of there

when he didnt see you anywhere, he wildly looked around and this caught the attention of the vice-captain

‘oi! kyotani! whats wrong?’

‘y/n. where is she?’

they took off running and the team was just like what

then they heard shouts and kyo knew it was you

his mad dog senses

hehe get it

he as about to tackle the guy but he saw you beat him with a water bottle and eventually taking another bottle and kicking him and hitting him with the two waters

the player cowered and scrambled to get away bc wow this girl was psycho

um no sir, she was protecting herself from hormonal testosterone filled children like you

‘YEA GO RUNNING! COME TO ME AGAIN AND ILL BEAT YOU UP HARDER! DISGUSTING! TRASH! GROSS! SCUM!’

maybe it was because the last time you were touched without consent was when you got bullied but you were definitely fighting harder and more aggressive at protecting yourself

you turned around and the rage from your eyes disappeared when you saw the two boys there

‘hey iwa-san! kyo-san! sorry, i needed to fill the water bottles!’

you grinned and placed the bottles back to the case before lugging it up

my god their eyes were shining

yep, thats my girl

when their games were over for the day, they made their way to the exit where the bus was at and you and kyo stayed behind again

you caught the eye of the guy and his team and you and kyo glared at him, both wearing a sadistic smile

UGH YALL ARE COUPLE GOALS I SWEAR

kyo even went up to him and the team shrunk leaving the guy standing there in fear at the look on his face

‘listen, i dont like it when my baby girl gets touched by filthy shite like you. so do it again, and ill chop those damn fingers of yours, got it?’

lmao he’ll come for your ankles

the guy just nodded in fear while his team were cowering at the back

you chuckled and pulled kyo to go bc as much as you liked watching this, you needed to go to the bus to go home

‘cmon, kyo, i want to go. im getting a headache from the smell of garbage’

he shifted his gaze to you and sent you a soft smile

‘okay. lets go’

hah you thought it ends there?

kyo is a dramatic little shite so he made a show of grabbing your waist and kissing your temple before flashing them a finger

oiks was tapping his foot impatiently at the bus and when you and kyo emerged from the entrace, he was about to snatch you up but kyo stood in front of you

‘EH?! KYOKEN-CHAN, I WANT TO SIT WITH Y/N-CHAN!’

‘no’

he said and didnt say anything else as he pulled you to the bus and into a two seater where you sat at the window again and he sat on the outside

‘hah? you want to sit next to me, kyo-san?’

you teased but he flushed red, hurriedly hiding in your neck

you laughed and brought a hand up to caress his nape

‘mhm’

he mumbled and you pursed your lips to hide the squeal

‘youre so cute, kyo-san’

‘not cute’

‘very cute’

‘no’

‘AM I CUTE Y/N-CHAN?’

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA’

kyoken got away from your neck and went to hit the captain

oikawa screamed

a/n: my first week of school was so weird bc we only have like 2 days and the other days are just free days bc we havent really done anything except talk about our classes but im just hating this system like ugh i actually want to go to school bc ya girl is going to a tech school and this 2-day a week is not the vibe

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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Awsamdude- Loneliness

Warnings: None that i can think of?

You didn't know why you were crying. It just seemed that the tears wouldn't stop. No matter how tightly you gripped to that pillow, how tight you held it to you, the comfort just never came to surface.

It wasn't a scene from a movie. the perfect story of two lovers meeting and embracing each other into their arms, before long even marrying. No rather instead it was you gripping to your pillow and silently sobbing at the empty feeling in your heart.

Because the truth was, you were lonely.

It’s hard to walk around and see everyone with someone. Karl with Sapnap, and Quackity, Wilbur having had a son with a Mystical woman, and even Phil loving Death herself. It would get even harder when they would come to you with questions and a need for advice.

"I just don't know what to do, I want to confront him about it softly and not hurt him you know?"

"I don't, but maybe..."

"Sally and I want to see each other again, but I'm not sure how to bring her out of the water you. I just miss her so much, you know?"

"I don't... but we'll find a way"

"You know I do miss her sometimes. She had such gentle hands, I’d give everything up to just hold them again"

". . ."

All you could do was bury your head into the pillow within your arms and sob. Sob because you know, deep down, that as much as you want to shout it all out. Scream until your throat is raw, your eyes too watery to even make anything remotely out, and grip to your sides until your bruised... you wouldn't. You would sit and sob. Sob in silence, you being your only company, the only one to hear the lonely howls you dare let escape. Then, as always by morning be ok enough to wonder through the day. Smile warmly and greet others with love. Find those you held close, those dear friends of yours. Joyfully tell them how much you adore and love them. Because deep down, you never wanted them to feel that lonely. You wanted to guarantee that they would always feel loved. It may be platonic, but at least it was enough fuel to get through the heavy blizzard. As long as they didn't have to feel completely alone.

Its narcissistic to only think of yourself, but sometimes you cant help but crave it. Crave to have the spotlight on you, but then something draws you back. Whether it be thoughts of others having it worse, the idea that it will get better, or even that others wouldn't care about your situation enough to even hear your first sentence. Whatever drew you back from uttering words. It held you there, it held tight with a grip much stronger than bare Iron.

Of course that feeling of loneliness wouldn't come every night, there are nights where the emptiness was that of nothing. Just a simple scratch on a world of glass, but sometimes that scratch would just hit that one spot, and the whole world suddenly cracked and shattered.

Like tonight.

With tight arms around the pillow, you just laid your head. You let the tears flow wherever they pleased. Down your red cheeks, your neck, onto your soft pillow. Wherever they landed it didn't matter. They would just go where they pleased anyway, no sense in stopping them. It was fair to say no one truly cried prettily, if they said they did, they were lying. Puffy red eyes that looked like pure glass for how glazed over they were, stuffy noses that sniffled softly, wet faces from where the tears ran down... That's how you looked now.

That's how you planned to stay if someone hadn't knocked on the door. At first you didn't believe the knock even, it was late, much later than someone should have been up. But by the second knock you were convinced it was real, so with soft hands you pushed yourself up from the mattress.

Slowly trudging to the front of your house with a blanket tightly wrapped around your body. Without a second thought you opened the door, Sam standing in front of it still in his warden attire.

"Sam? What are you doing? Its almost 2am..." your voice was soft and laced with more concern than he truly expected.

"I uhm... I worked late at the Prison tonight... I was going to head home... But I'm so tired... I know a while ago you offered your house to me to stay in if I needed... I didn't need it then... but if I could trouble you tonight..." his voice sounded shameful, like you should be scolding him for waking you up. Only if he knew he didn't wake you.

"Of course Sam... Please your more than welcome inside..." you stepped aside to let the towering hybrid in. Well he ducked his head to avoid the door frame, his heavy boots thudded as he walked. Partially showing off how drained he was. "I can get the guest room set up in one moment-" you started well closing the door for the night.

"Please... Don't bother... I'll be ok with the couch..." He trailed off as the lights hit your face, showing every silent sob you had within the past hour.

"(Y/n)... Have you been... Crying?" He asked softly. As tired as he was, he was now much more concerned with whether or not you were ok.

Lying to him would be about useless, he was practically trained with how to deal with liars, manipulators and so on. So you just came clean... I mean it wasn't going to hurt anything anyway. Just maybe your pride a bit.

"A bit... Hard night you know?" You casually said, sitting on the plush couch.

"I do know... Did... Did you maybe want to talk about it?..." he asked, only he truly sounded genuine. His worry shown across his face, his normal beautiful eyes now casted with sadness and worry.

"We don't have to Sam- It's late and your tired you should just rest. Don't worry yourself over me-" you started before he easily cut you off.

"(Y/n)... You're more important than sleep right now... what's wrong?" He said softly.

The glass world within you shattered at the scratch of his kindness.

Though the long night, the much longer night then you had planned, you carefully explained to Sam the withering feeling of loneliness you faced at night. The feeling you were too familiar of facing alone. Instead of loosing interest, he just sat in silence, his eyes glued to you as you explained how you truly felt.

At some point you let him shed off his armor. Him taking a much more comfortable spot on your couch by you. But even that didn't last. With the explanation of your feelings, you couldn't help bit sob more due to how genuinely deep the pain ran. But without the blink of a eye, Sam had pulled you into his arms. His head softly resting on top of yours well his arms firmly, and protectively wrapped around you. Giving into the moment you completely melted into the long wished for embrace. The sob that left your throat hurt him more than he cared to admit. Truth be told he would do anything to keep you from sobbing like that again, even if it meant holding you like this for the end of time.

Sitting up didn't last long, seeing as Sam had laid down and pulled you onto him. Letting your sobs die into soft shallow sniffs. Your head without much of a thought, easily found comfort with laying itself on his chest. The soft rhythm of his heart slowly calming your rather haywire nerves. His arm firmly kept around you, wanting you to feel like he wasn't going to leave you at the drop of a hat.

When your breathing evened out again, he gently adjusted the blanket that you held tightly. Moving it so it freely covered you both, opening your arms to grasp or hug onto something else. Which in the end. You just hugged onto him, soaking in the long wanted tender touch.

"Please don't ever hold that much in again..." Sam said softly. His hand rubbing gentle circles into your back, with the soft movements you were honestly almost asleep. No longer plagued by the thoughts of loneliness. Truthfully, you were happy you told him. Happy you didn't have to carry the baggage around anymore.

"I wont... Thank you Sam..." you said softly, sleep threating your tone much more now.

"Of course... anything for you (y/n)..."

#awsamdude x reader

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negandarylsatisfaction · 3 years

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[SUMMARY: Freya and Freddy are a married couple who are new to the sanctuary. Negan cant help himself as he becomes obsessed with wanting Freya to be his and makes her become his wife.]

[Obviously not a healthy relationship but it was a requested fan fic, enjoy.]

Negan and Freya.

Today was the day you would meet Negan. A man named Simon found your husband, Freddy and yourself with a few others. You were told you would all be used to help run the sanctuary in return for shelter and food. Not having anywhere else to stay, your husband thought this would be the perfect place. The two of you stood hand in hand as a man entered the room that you figured to be Negan. He held a barbed wired bat as he made his way in. Introducing himself in a very arrogant manner, it wasnt hard to tell why he ran things here. He began expressing what he expected from all of you, his eyes roaming through the seven people before him until he saw you. The sight of you instantly making him stumble over his own words.

"Well excuse me." He slowly made his way towards you, the look in his eye making you nervous. What was going through his mind? Freddy tightened his grip on your hand as Negan was face to face with you.

"I dont think I caught your pretty little name."

"Freya." You responded confidently, his eyes devoured you, it was obvious he liked what he was looking at. Indeed he did, until he noticed you held hands with the man beside you.

"Aw, you must be the boyfriend huh?" You could hear the sarcasm in his tone and did not like it.

"My husband." You corrected him making him look back at you before turning back to Freddy with a smile.

"Mm...I dont blame you one bit. Got yourself a nice piece of ass." He could tell Freddy did not like what was being said and chuckled.

"Would you mind if I borrowed her for just a moment?"

"I actually do-"

"Ah. You must not remember the number one rule I made here. Do not go against me or there will be a price to pay." He looked Freddy straight in the eye in a very serious manner. Freddy knew there was nothing he could really do. You squeezed your husbands hand letting him know it was alright.

"I just want to give your wife a personal tour." He taunted him with a wink before turning to you.

"Shall we?"

Slowly you let go of your husbands hand and walked away with Negan as you continued to look back at Freddy. He knew why you were doing this, he knew you were only trying to prevent this man from becoming angry. You were trying to protect him.

Negan guided you to where he stayed. Entering the room you remained by the door as he walked to his desk. Negan casually sighed placing the bat on his desk before turning back to you.

"Why so far away, sweetheart."

"I'm fine here." You responded as he rubbed his chin slowly. He took off his leather jacket as he proceeded to make his way back to you making you much more anxious. What was his plan?

"Let me ask you something, doll." He stopped right before you, his eyes focused on yours. His voice smooth yet deep, you stood without moving a muscle.

"You love that man?"

"Of course I do." You responded rather quickly.

"You sure about that"? He moved closer as his eyes roamed down your body and back up to your lips. Distracted with the way he was looking at you, you didn't respond.

"What would you do if I just kissed those sweet lips right now?" He whispered, his tongue softly glided over his top lip before you looked away.

"Stop it."

"I wont tell him if you wont." He teased.

"I want to go back to my husband." You insisted making him frown. He leaned his face close to yours, you could feel his warm breath on your skin when he simply smiled.

"Oh I'll take you back to your husband."

Nervously, you swallowed attempting to hold your ground before he led you back outside. The last thing you wanted to show this man was fear.

Instantly rushing into your husband's arms, Negan stood behind and sucked his teeth. Negan was a man that went after what he wanted regardless the obstacle. The man was attracted to you in a way he had never found himself to be attracted to another woman. The next few days at the sanctuary you went about your business helping the women cook. Negan stood aside watching as Freddy walked by you and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. He had seen how gentle you treated your husband, he couldnt keep his eyes off of you. After a long day of Freddy working around the sanctuary, he was ready to come spend time with you. Negan watched as he headed towards you and decided to interfere in the moment.

"Freddy, my boy." He spoke with a touch of humor, you sighed wondering what Negan wanted now. You felt his eyes on you before he turned to your husband and requested a favor.

"I need you to go with Simon on a run-"

"Negan he just finished from working all-"

"Ah ah ah, sweetheart. What did I say about that." Negan turned to you waving his gloved hand as you crossed your arms.

"Negan, I dont like to leave Freya alone at night. Please." Freddy spoke politely not wanting to get on Negans bad side. Negans response was an arrogant smirk.

"Oh she wont be alone."

Freddy looked at you knowing he couldnt get out of this task. You nodded as you understood and wrapped your arms around him for a kiss before he left. Quietly you followed Freddy to the entrance to see him off with Simon, Negan stood right beside you.

"Please becareful, Freddy."

"I will, Freya. I wont be gone long." He smiled at you and got in the car.

"Dont worry, she'll be in good hands." Negan yelled out to him with a slick tone. You knew exactly what he was doing, hell this wasnt the first time Negan sent Freddy off so he could have you to himself. The pattern was quiet obvious with Negan. As soon as they drove off you turned away heading straight to your room.

"Woah woah woah, where are you in rush to go, sweetheart?" You could hear him following right behind you.

"I'm making dinner." You sighed as Negan followed you inside. Placing his bat gently on the table, he sat back, legs open as he took in the sight of you from behind. Feeling his eyes on you, you turned around to him biting his bottom lip. Trying to hold yourself together, you reminded yourself to not upset this man.

"Can I do something for you, Negan?" The tone in your voice showing a bit of irritation.

"Oh, I'm glad you asked." Negan stood up and slowly began to make his way to you.

"Tell me something, Freya." He stopped right before you, towering over you, you could smell his scent close to you.

"What do I have to do to get your mind off that husband of yours?"

"You will never get that chance." You responded confidently making him laugh quietly.

"I dont know about that..." he spoke with sarcasm.

"I think I have my way of making women not able to resist me."

"Well then go find those women. I'm a married woman."

"I bet I could make you forget that with just one touch." Negans tone was provocative, he was making it hard for you to keep your composure. Who did he think he was? He was a persistent man, especially with a woman that caught his eye. He leaned his hands on either side of you on the counter, closing you in against it.

"Go ahead, tell me to stop. If you want me to I will but those eyes....mm those eyes say otherwise."

Before you could respond he suddenly picked you up and sat you right on the counter making you gasp.

"Yeah I bet he never takes you by surprise like this huh?" He teased before you suddenly pushed him away and jumped down.

"Dont ever touch me again!" You yelled not caring if Negan had the power of authority at the Sanctuary. He chuckled as you yelled at him, not being able to help himself but like how you attempted to act superior to him. Not even the men had the balls to ever stand up to him the way you did, he liked your courage. He liked your confidence.

"Easy, darling. I wont touch you." He lifted his hands up as his eyes continued to undress you. Remaining silent you crossed your arms and sighed.

"I'll be waiting for my husband in my room." You walked out quickly not being able to get your mind off the way he touched you, or how him touching you made you feel. The look in his eyes as he spoke to you, you had never seen in Freddy. Shaking your head and laying in bed you waited for your husbands return.

Negan sat at his desk and closed his eyes, slowly licking his lips thinking of how close your body was to him today. The man couldnt get his mind off you no matter what he did. He wished you weren't married, if it wasnt for your husband he was sure he would've had you by now. Slowly rubbing his crotch area he felt himself rock hard. Every encounter with you left his cock craving more of you.

"Shit..." he muttered to himself picturing what he wanted to do to you until a knock on his door interrupted him.

"Fucking shit, what?!" He cleared his throat only to hear Simon had returned and he returned with your husband. Negan walked out and saw Freddy entering where you were. A sting of jealousy hit him knowing this was the man you kept turning him away for.

The next few days went by and you kept your distance from Negan but always knew he was watching. He sent off Freddy once again out of the sanctuary as you helped organize the storage room with two other women. He appeared leaning on the doorway as you organized some supplies in a box. The two women beside you instantly getting nervous with his presence. His boots clicked loudly with the ground as he made his way into the room. Taking a deep breath you ignored him acting like his presence didnt phase you.

"Ladies. You're free to go." Knowing damn well he didnt mean you, you played dumb and began to leave the room with the other two ladies.

"Except for you, Miss Freya." Rolling your eyes with a sigh you turned back into the room and continued packing the boxes. Ignoring his movement around you, you felt him stop right behind you.

"This too close for you, darling?" His voice was seductive and husky, it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Wheres Freddy?" Negan smirked as you felt him breathe close to your ear.

"Afraid I'm going to do something, sweetheart or are you afraid you're going to like it?"

"No." You responded very sure of yourself as you continued to go through the supplies before Negan suddenly put his hand over yours. You froze feeling his skin against yours, he gently moved where your hand moved as you placed the item in the box.

"I wont do anything you dont want me to do." He spoke slowly yet you could hear him begin to lose control of his breathing. The feel of your heart began to speed up, you couldn't understand why. That's when you suddenly felt him slowly press himself against your backside, purposely pressing his erection against you.

"Negan..." you gasped.

"Feel that, darling..." He spoke breathlessly in your ear. What scared you most was you almost felt like you were beginning to enjoy it.

"No!" You suddenly turned pushing him away.

"I am a happily married woman, I love my husband deeply. Respect that." You paced out of the room leaving Negan with an ache he only wished you could fix.

Slamming the door to your bedroom you sighed in disbelief with yourself. You loved Freddy, you truly did. This had gone too far and you knew you couldnt continue living this way. The only solution to this problem was to leave. Freddy returned and right away you expressed to him what had happened earlier in the day. What he wanted to do was put his hands on him, but he knew he couldnt risk your safety. There was too many of his men. What you hadn't been completely honest to Freddy about was how exactly you felt about what he did, you couldn't.

"Tomorrow night we leave." Freddy spoke with eagerness unaware that Simon was outside your door. Simon immediately informed Negan of your plan. Furiously he slammed his bat on his desk, he was not going to allow Freddy to get his way.

"Do you want me to take care of it?" Simon asked as Negan frowned.

"No. Let them think they're going to get away with it. I'll take care of it." Negan remained in his room in silence waiting for the sun to go down. Knowing exaclty when you would both attempt to leave, he picked up his bat and made his way to your room.

Freddy finished packing some of the bags as you took some extra canned foods. Rushing quickly before Negan would awake, you both prepared for the risky journey.

"Ready to go?" Freddy looked over at you as you nodded. Just as he opened the door the two of you were taken by surprise with a gasp at the sight of Negan standing on the other end.

"Going somewhere?" His bat lay comfortably on his shoulder as he grasped it tightly.

"Negan...I-" you began to speak suddenly unable to think, his eyes were dark with a threatening glare. He let himself in making you and Freddy back away.

"You know, I thought we were all great friends." A touch of sarcasm in his tone as he closed the door behind him.

"I have to say, I'm a little disappointed." He placed his hand over his heart. Neither of you could speak, Freddys hand holding on tightly to yours.

"Freddy, I kept your wife safe." He walked towards the both of you, before his eyes turned to you.

"Freya....I thought we had something special going on."

"Negan I can explain." You spoke anxiously as he frowned.

"Explain?" He grabbed the bag out of your hands and emptied it beside you.

"Explain what? How I gave you food and shelter and you wanted to sneaky away with more of it. That's a little fucking ungrateful."

"Negan-"

"Dont speak!" He roared making you jump.

"You think you can get past me?!" Negan stared down at you in fury before he suddenly grabbed Freddy and forced him to fall to his knees.

"Negan wait!" You screamed as he began to wave his bat, you knew what was coming next.

"Please wait-" You ran up to him placing your hands on his arm.

"I'll do whatever you want just dont kill him. Please." Negan smirked, slowly bringing his bat down. Scratching his chin he leaned in closer to you, his eyes falling directly onto your lips.

"You want him alive?" Negan spoke coldly.

"Yes." You whispered, swallowing nervously.

"Tell him you're mine."

His words left you speechless, what was he trying to do?

"What....Negan I-"

"You want him alive dont you? Then tell him you belong to me."

The look in his eyes showed he wasnt playing any games. Taking a deep breath you turned to your husband who didnt utter a word. What could he say? Freddy was aware how dangerous Negan could be.

"Freddy...." you began to speak as you felt Negan hoving over your shoulder staring down at your husband with a grin.

"I....I belong to....Negan now," you could hear Negan laugh low by your ear.

"Matter of fact, tell him you're now my wife." You squeezed your eyes shut knowing this was hard for Freddy to hear. He felt so helpless as he looked up at you before him.

"I am...Negans wife now."

"Atta girl. Now I dont appreciate being lied to or taken for a fool. After all I have given you, you wanted to sneak away with more things. Well now, you can only get what you need as my wife, do you understand?" Negan spoke loudly in your ear, your back still to him.

"From now on whatever you two had is done. You do not speak to each other or see each other and you-" Negan turned you to face him directly.

"You definitely do not cheat on me. Understood?" You nodded your head in silence before he looked over at Freddy.

"It didnt have to be this way but you've left me no choice. Dont try to cross me again."

Freddy remained silent as you kept your head down, you didnt have the heart to look over at your husband.

"Shall we....wife." Negan motioned for you to walk ahead of him and he followed with an arrogant walk.

In disbelief with what had just occured you found yourself being led to Negans room. There was no way out of this but to simply comply with what he wanted. At least Freddy was alive is what you would tell yourself, but at what cost? The cost of him suffering and watching you be with another man. Negan closed the door behind him as you looked around his room and your eyes stopped on his bed. A king size bed with black silk sheets, everything in his room was black.

"Like what you see?" He watched as you observed eveything in the room but focused on his bed with a look of concern.

"Oh you're worried about that huh?" He whispered behind you.

"I tell you what, how about you have the bed to yourself until your comfortable in you know...sharing it with me...your husband." Still, you remained silent.

"Lighten up, sweetheart. Make yourself comfortable." Negan walked past you taking off his leather jacket and throwing it on the couch. Hesitantly you inched up to his bed without looking back at him. Without saying a word, you climbed in and covered yourself with your back to him. This was your new life now, might as well get used to it.

The next few weeks past at the sanctuary. It was hard walking past Freddy and not being able to speak to him. You wondered what was going through his mind, Negan watched as you became distracted many times staring off at your husband. It was something you could not help. Doing as he asked you sat with him and had dinner every right. Tonight, Negan stayed staring at you curiously, you could feel how much he observed you as you stood up and began to wash the dishes.

"Freya...darling." He leaned back as you turned to him. Slowly he stood up and with an intimidating look walked to you. He stopped right before you looking down at you with intensity, Negan had not touched you yet but he wanted to. He yearned to feel you.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked in a seductive manner.

"To you." You responded softly, your voice sending a shiver through his body.

"Then show me." His words made your lips part not knowing exaclty how to respond. He pressed his pelvis against you as he stared down at you. It wasnt hard to tell the man wanted to kiss you. Slowly leaning forward, you closed your eyes and gently placed your lips on his. He groaned feeling your tongue part his lips and unexpectedly pulled you in tightly against him. One arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand slid to the back of your neck. You slowly felt yourself easing into him, liking the way he held you a moan escaped your lips. He felt your body relax against his, something you couldnt deny was you found yourself enjoying this. The two of you were lost in each others touch before being interrupted by a knock at the door. Instantly you pulled away making him sigh before he turned to walk to the door.

"What?" He spoke rudely as he opened to find Simon on the other end with Freddy. Negans lips matched yours, pink from how much you both sucked on each other. Realizing Freddy was at the door you gasped and turned your face, Negan liked the look of pain in Freddys eyes.

"Freddy, my man. I was just here with..my lovely wife." Negan turned to you with a grin.

"Oh wife-" he motioned for you to come stand beside him. Hesitantly you walked to him, Negan placed his hand around your waist pulling you in close.

"Now what is it?" Just as Freddy began to speak, Negan purposely interrupted him.

"Hold that thought." Negan spoke sarcastically before he turned to you and unexpectedly began to slowly kiss your lips. Lifting a finger up to Freddy, Negan taunted the man motioning for him to give him a moment as he kissed you. You could feel your heart slipping a beat, the rush between excitement and guilt, Negan pulled away and looked back at Freddy with a smile.

"You were saying."

Freddy froze for a moment as you looked away, suddenly forgetting anything he had to say.

"Freddy here is accompanying me on a supply run," Simon finished for him.

"Ah, great. Have fun." Negan slammed the door in their face before turning back to you and noticing the expression you had.

"Dont tell me you feel bad now, sweetheart," Negan frowned looking down at you. Truth was, you didnt feel as bad as you thought you would. Negan was making you feel something you were not sure how to explain but it felt good.

"I tell you what, your husband is going to go take care of a few things around the sanctuary then I'll come right back to you."

"Okay." You caught yourself smiling at him and he indeed liked that.

Words couldnt explain the mixed emotions you felt for Negan. Never had you been in a situation like this before. How was he having this much control over you? Hours went by and he had not returned, you began to feel restless. Day turned to night when you finally heard him at the door and ran to greet him.

"Where were you?" You asked making him look up with a puzzled expression.

"I told you I had to take care of a few things, doll."

"I didnt know you were going to take that long. I-I was worried." Negan raised a brow as a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Oh yeah?" He began to take off his jacket as he closed the distance between the two of you. Once he reached you, he caressed your face with his hands and kissed you. He could feel how much you yearned for him.

"You've been a good girl today?" Negan asked huskily as he parted his lips from yours.

"Yes," you felt him begin to trace over your lips with his thumb before slowly putting his finger in your mouth. Erotically sucking his finger the two of you didnt break eye contact with each other. The feel of your lips closed around his finger aroused him, he could feel his cock wanting to burst out of his pants.

"Tell me what you want, darling." He whispered as he pulled his wet finger out and continued to trace your lips.

"I want you, Negan." He closed his eyes in satisfaction, something he had been wanting to hear for so long. It was true, as time went on you found yourself looking at Negan in ways you never thought you would. Many nights Negan awoke rock hard with you beside him, him unable to do a thing about it but picture what he wanted to do to you.

Suddenly he roughly turned you over pulling you back aggressively by your hair, the sudden pull making you scream. Negan pushed you down face first on the bed and pushed himself up against you. The way he moved you and touched you created a pool of wetness in your underwear. Without letting go of the grip he had on your hair in one hand, he pulled your pants down just enough to stop at your calves. Roughly he unbuckled his pants, you could hear his erratic breathing, you squealed as he continued to pull your hair. Allowing him to do what he wanted to you, you felt him slowly enter you from behind. Negan let out a satisfied moan at the feel of your warmth. The girth of his cock making you feel full inside, you moaned in pleasure. Without wasting any time Negan sped up his movement, slamming into you fast and hard.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked breathlessly, just when you went to moan he yanked on your hair harder.

"Like this? This how you want it?"

"Yes Negan....like that.." you moaned motivating him to move faster.

"Tell me you're mine. Fucking say it-"

"I'm yours, Negan. I'm yours." You screamed as he bounced you off the bed. The controlling sound in his voice turned you on in a way you could not explain. For some reason you had no problem being submissive to this man. The pain he caused pulling your hair was satisfying and you didnt want him to leg go. Negan grunted as he continued, you could tell he was about to finish. Noticing his reflection in the mirror on the wall, you watched as his eyes never left the sight of your ass. With one last thrust you felt him pull out and felt him release himself all over your ass. He moaned loudly as he jerked off every last drop on you. Releasing your hair, you could hear him panting as he sat back on his chair. Out of breath yourself you stood up and fixed yourself up as you watched Negan light a cigarette. Barely able to speak he smiled at you as he blew out smoke.

"You're something else, Freya."

The feeling was mutual, you smiled at him in return not realizing how much you'd enjoy having sex with Negan. He stood up and began to got dressed before making his way to you. With you sitting on the bed, he stopped before you and made you tilt your head up at him.

"You'll forget about him eventually."

Truth was, you weren't forgetting about him but you were okay with what was happening. Negan sat back on the couch, taking a deep breath feeling relaxed. Closing his eyes he didnt notice as you stood up and quietly walked to him. Without a warning you slowly straddled him making him open his eyes with surprise.

"I'm doing just fine without my ex husband." Negan smiled as he placed his hands on your hips. The words you spoke were true, you found yourself beginning to have deeper feelings for Negan. In your mind the only husband you had was, Negan. There was no question about it, this is not how you expected things to turn out to be but, you were accepting of it.

Negan kept you safe and gave you anything you needed, he was the only man you wanted.

#jeffrey dean morgan #the walking dead negan #negan twd #the walking dead fanfiction #negan x oc #twd imagine #negan x reader #negan x you #negan fanfic

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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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Okay, but with Grayson complaining about being lonely and wanting a girlfriend I CANT HELP but to think about how horny he probably is on top of that. Like- its been on my mind for days, so can you PLEASE write something about gray meeting a bitch, like through friend or something, and realizing he likes her and then having these dirty thoughts about her, and like he doesn't want to but he just cant help it... I will die and love you forever, you're writing is my absouloute favortie.

Ur so sweet babe haha thank you😊 hope this is along the lines of what you wanted.

Getting his dick wet has never been a problem for Grayson Dolan; not since receiving his first sloppy, inexperienced blowjob when he was on tour at the tender age of 16. There’s been a steady flow of girls in and out of his life ever since, fulfilling both his needs sexually and the fleeting desire for noncommittal intimacy. And that’s how he likes it for the longest time. Easy and no-strings-attached.

But he’s older now, and even though quarantine hadn’t stopped him from hitting up his favorite one or two booty calls every now and then, he feels empty in a way that’s becoming all-too familiar. It’s not a new feeling, but every time he leaves their homes (because that’s his number one rule — hookups stay out of his bed), there’s a longing that wasn’t satisfied and that’s becoming more and more apparent to him.

So he stops fucking around — literally. He believes in the power of the mind and manifestation almost to a fault, and considers that maybe he’s letting casual hookups interfere with what he really wants: companionship.

It seems like a breeze at first. Grayson swears he feels lighter, clearer in the head, more focused on what he wants out of his life. He puts his mind to being the best version of himself and hoping that it’s enough to attract the same kind of person that he can put all of his love and effort into in return.

As months roll on, however, he realizes that sometimes the universe just doesn’t listen right away. And for the first time in his life, Grayson discovers the monotony and reality of what it’s like for the ‘regular’ guys out there, whose only sexual pleasure comes from their own hand and the porn category of choice for the night. He was used to that as a filler, for sure, but not as his one and only outlet.

Plain and simple, he’s horny. All the time. Which makes him grumpy, and irritable, and frustrated with both himself and everything around him. So when Ethan tells him in passing that his girlfriend is flying in from New York with her friend to visit, it just makes him grunt. The fact that his brother is in such a happy and healthy relationship himself is a point of contention for Grayson in his head. He’s thrilled for Ethan, but he can’t help but dwell on the creeping jealousy in his chest. Here he is, starved for both intimacy and sex now, and Ethan will get served both of those the following night in excess while Grayson lies in his bed alone.

The next night, they’re all having dinner at the kitchen table — all four of them, including her. The friend. The friend that Ethan had mentioned would be coming but that Grayson had so brusquely ignored. The friend that had his eyebrows raised the second she walked shyly through his front door, drawn in immediately by her beauty.

The friend he can’t keep his eyes off of now as she goes to town on the roasted sweet potatoes and black bean burgers he had made himself. She’s quiet but witty and has a cute laugh that makes his heart flutter a little in a way he hasn’t experienced in a long time.

He feels a nudge against his ribs, and startles when he jerks to the side to see Ethan staring at him pointedly with a knowing little smile on his lips.

“You’ve got ketchup on your shirt, bro,” he says, nodding to the blob of red on Grayson’s white shirt that had dropped from the forkful of sweet potatoes, which had only made it halfway to his mouth as he listened to her talk.

“Shit,” he mumbles embarrassedly, flushing a color near the tomato-red that’s now stained his shirt. Of course, the first time he’s feeling real feelings around a beautiful girl, he has to revert to awkward, clumsy Grayson rather smooth, relaxed Grayson.

He starts to scrub up the mess with his napkin, but she reaches out from her seat across the table from him and grabs his wrist in her petite hand. “Oop, wait! Dab, don’t swipe, or you’ll make it worse. I know how to get that out as long as it’s not smeared around into the fabric.”

Grayson swallows, his arm flaring with goosebumps at her gentle but insistent touch, but tries to keep his cool. She’s grinning at him amusedly, then sits back in her seat when Grayson follows her instructions.

“I thought ketchup was one of those things that you’re just kinda fucked if you get it on your clothes, Ethan says, filling the silence left by his brother.

She shakes her head. “Nope. Peroxide will get it right out, especially if you wash it after. Do you have any?”

Ethan cocks a brow and looks at Grayson, hoping he’ll use the opportunity to speak to her. Thankfully, he does, even if it is lacking a little bit of gracefulness. “Huh, peroxide? Oh... uh, yeah, I — yeah, in my bathroom.”

“I’ll help you when we’re all done, if you want,” she offers before taking a modest bite of her burger.

Grayson nods, and can’t help but watch the way she sucks a bit of barbecue sauce off her thumb once she swallows. His heart picks up and he has to shift in his seat a little when she winks at him, his pants tightening under the table. Damn it. He’s been trying to avoid that reaction and those thoughts, determined to do this right.

He fixes a smile to his lips, and hopes his face isn’t giving him away. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

Everyone helps clean up the table and dishes, and Grayson leads her into his room while they leave the other two to have some alone time. He prays that he made his bed that morning and that there’s no dirty underwear on the floor or used tissues on the nightstand.

Luckily, the floor is relatively clear, and the bed is made, if haphazardly so. She follows him into the en-suite bathroom and watches him dig under the cabinet in the first aid bucket he has down there.

She’s wearing jean shorts and a loose-knit sweater, and when Grayson starts to stand back up he takes a moment to appreciate the tone in the muscles of her legs and the flashes of skin he can see through her top, hoping he isn’t being too obvious.

She takes the brown bottle from him and tugs on the hem of his shirt. “It’ll be easier if you take this off.”

Grayson nods, and can’t help the laugh that escapes him when she turns her back to him. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you your modesty! I don’t know you, for all I know you might be super insecure.”

“At the risk of sounding like a total douche, I promise I’m not,” he answers, reaching behind his neck to tug the collar up and over his head. “Here you go.”

She turns back around, and Grayson doesn’t miss the way her eyes travel over his sculpted torso. He can’t help but smirk a little, thrilled at the cute blush that tinges her cheeks when she meets his eyes and realizes she’s been caught.

He hasn’t had a woman look at him like that in months, however, and he’s grateful when she tells him, “This will need to go in the laundry tonight if you want to make sure the stain comes out, so you’ll need another shirt anyways.”

It gives him an out to duck into his closet, taking a moment to collect himself before grabbing the first T-shirt his hand touches and slipping it over his head.

“Cold water first,” she informs, smiling at him through the mirror when he re-emerges as she leans over the sink with the water running. She shuts off the water and squeeze out the excess, then takes the peroxide and pours some onto the stain.

“Woah,” Grayson says, eyebrows raised in surprise at the fizzing bubbles visibly picking up the bright red from the fibers of his shirt. “Where did you learn this trick?”

“I work in the toddler room at a daycare. We keep this stuff on sight and scene to avoid 20 outfit changes a day on a few two year-olds. I’m sure you can imagine the amount of ketchup and blood stains a toddler procures on the daily.”

Grayson chuckles. He feels himself growing more fond of her by the second. “You like kids?”

“I love them,” she replies with a grin. “Working in childcare is pretty rough, but it’s been a great college job. Lots of experience for my degree. And, you know, good practice for the future one day.”

If he hadn’t been sold by now, that does it. Beautiful, smart, and good with kids?

He takes a moment to assess himself and his thoughts. He doesn’t think he’s letting his dick lead him right now, even if he does want her that way. He’s just as attracted to her mind as he is the curves of her body and the features of her pretty face, and finds himself wanting to talk to her for hours on end.

He doesn’t realize there’s a heated silence, both of them standing there staring at each other, until she clears her throat and holds up his shirt. Grayson glances down at it to see just a faint brown rim around what use to be a bright red mark. “All done.”

“Thank you,” he says, taking it from her and tossing it in his laundry basket. “Come on, hopefully we don’t walk into something we can’t unsee.”

“You make a pretty good meat shield,” she says jokingly, following close behind him. “All big and broad. I can just hide behind you and keep my eyes unscarred.”

Grayson laughs loudly, his ego swelling, and he has to resist the urge to take her hand in his. That would be too much. Right?

Thankfully, the couple is just cuddling innocently on the loveseat when they enter the living room.

“Movie?” Ethan asks when the two of them settle on the couch, a respectful and calculated distance between them — not too close and not too far.

“Sure.”

They’re all in a fun and lighthearted mood tonight, so they settle on Moana. Grayson wants nothing more than to throw his arm around the beautiful girl next to him, who sings along playfully to the songs she knows, her enthusiastic movements shuffling her closer to him. He doesn’t know if it’s intentional, but he doesn’t really care; her presence in both body and spirit feels good to him.

Ethan’s girlfriend only makes it about halfway through the movie before she’s passed out, tired from the long flight earlier that day. He looks down at her fondly and chuckles when he sees her nuzzled sound asleep against his chest.

“I’m gonna take her to bed,” he announces quietly before standing with her in his arms. “Goodnight, guys.”

They both murmur back “goodnight” and watch Ethan disappear down the hall. The movie plays on for a couple of minutes, before she’s turning to him and making small talk. Which turns into broader conversation about bigger things. Which leads to them settling so close that their knees touch. She finds an excuse to pick an invisible fleck of something off his hand, which turns into their fingers playing with each other’s teasingly.

Which turns to Grayson checking his watch in a quiet but not unpleasant lull, and muttering, “Oh, shit,” in surprise.

She checks her phone lying on the couch cushion behind her. The time shines back at her 1:27 AM.

“Damn, when did it get so late?” she wonders aloud, looking at him amusedly.

Grayson shakes his head. “Time flies,” he says. Whether it’s the late hour, or him getting his mojo back, or just the fact that he’s so naturally comfortable with her, he suddenly feels bold enough to reach out and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “Are you tired?”

She blushes and bites her lip, allowing him to keep his warm palm pressed to her neck while his thumb strokes the ridge of her jaw gently.

“Not really,” she answers, scooting that much closer to him. “Not ready to go to my bed, anyways.”

She’s referring to the guest room she’s already settled her things into. Grayson smiles. Rules be damned, he thinks, until he realizes in the next moment that there’s no way this amazing girl is going to be just a hookup. There’s no rule to be broken.

“Why don’t you come to mine, then?”

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Visiting hours (part 1)

Spencer Reid X Reader

You can’t believe Spencer got thrown in prison and when your forced to take sick leave you have to go to see him.

I’ve been numb ever since Reid was put in that damn prison, and it showed in my work. For a while Penelope put me on the night shift on paperwork duty because I was no help, but even that wasn’t working. Emily cleared her throat behind me , “ hey, my office , please.” I slowly got up and cracked my fingers, I glanced at the phone and my heart stopped, I had started my shift at 3pm, it was about 5am now. I swallowed and slowly made my way into Emilys office. “ Please sit,” She said looking at me with intense pity. “Listen I ...I didn’t realize what time it was,” I began to explain but she held a hand up to silence me, “ I know , I know that this has been hard on you, you two were very close, and because of how you’ve been lately, I'm putting you on medical leave.” I stood up, “ what!? I’ve been doing my job, what more do you want!? I'm not sick!” “ Mentally you are,” Emily said firmly , then she softened, “ Listen, take the time off, visit him a few times, heal.” “ How...if i’m not working, if i’m not doing anything it won’t help him at all,” I stuttered holding back tears. “ Please, just a couple weeks at least,” She urged. I bit my lip and nodded. I got up and left the office.

As I was driving home I realized that I couldn’t go home. I looked down at what I was wearing a old fashion peter pan collared blouse with a coffee stain and my longer pleated skirt. Not the thing one usually wears to visit a prisoner but it would have to do, I couldn’t put off seeing him anymore.

The visitations didn’t start till 10 so when I got there at about 9 they made me wait . The guards inspected me and made snide comments. I ended up putting on my glasses to hide how dark the circles under my eyes have gotten. I couldn’t sleep, any time I closed my eyes I just could imagine what they were doing to him and id end up looking through the web for anything to do with Scratch. Then Penelope moved me to the night shift, so I didn’t sleep at night or during the day. “ Come on,” A guard yelled breaking me out of my trance. I hugged my bag close to me and took a note out before handing it over. They led us into a surprisingly open room that had rows of desks with a small piece of plexiglass in between. I awkwardly sat swinging my legs till the door opened. My head popped up and I watched the inmates walk in. A few of the guys eyed me up and down and there were a few wolf whistles but I didn’t care once I locked eyes with Spencer. A weary smile tugged at his lips and I stood up trying not to cry as he walked over. I went for a hug but a guard yelled, “ NO TOUCHING!” there were a few snickers from other inmates but I ignored them. “ I’m not going to ask how you are, but honestly I don’t know what to even say that will make you feel better I know this sucks I should be out doing something anything ,” I rambled rubbing at my eyes. He looked bad, unshaven unruly hair and he didn’t look like he was sleeping well. “ What are you doing here,” He asked, “ i’m, glad to see you but they usually send people on Monday right?” I rubbed my neck nervously and locked eyes with him before saying, “ Emily...has put me on medical leave. I’ve been working the night shift , on paperwork, and I tend to stay there a bit longer than I'm supposed to and ...” I stopped because he looked distressed, “You’re not sleeping...are you?” “ Not in the strictest seance of the word,” I almost whispered. “ I’m so glad to see you, but i’m...scared for you, it’s not safe and the men here,” He said trying to grab the right words. “ Spencer I can’t just sit at home and do nothing, I wont ‘heal’ at home, and they wont let me back at work so I want to be here with you , as often as I can , I want to make sure you’re alright. And it drives me mad that I cant do anything because I ,” My words trailed off , I was going to say I loved him , here of all places. I bit my lip, my hands were shaking with rage and I felt hot tears in my eyes, “ It’s not fair.” “ No,” He said simply and I wiped my eyes feeling stupid, “ Sorry, this isn’t what you need to see from the outside world. I uh… wrote you a note, They wont let me give it to you but I know you’re a fast reader.” I held it up. It was me just rambling about things Penelope had said and how we have a big party planned when this is all over and how much we are all working to get him out of here. He nodded his eyes red , “ thankyou, that was really sweet.” “ Look at that little mama with Mr. Reid,” Someone jeered. I saw Spencer stiffen, “ you really shouldn’t be here, really it isn’t safe.” “ Spence I don’t give a fuck,” I whispered so the guard wouldn’t snap at me, “ you’re in here and I will be here as long as it takes to remind you that we haven't given up on you and you shouldn’t either! As for all the guys in here I couldn’t care less what they say, they’re mostly talk.” I winced a bit then added, “ well maybe not for you, but I really doubt they can hurt me out there.” He looked around nervously and swallowed, “ please just be careful.” “ I will I promise,” I said with the first real smile I could muster, “ now what is the one thing you’d want most in the world once you get out, it can be anything.” He seemed to relax a bit with my casual tone, like he’d just be getting off a shift at work, “ maybe a bath, and a few good books.” I smiled brightly and winked , “ that wont be a problem at all.” He tried to hide his blush and I quickly changed the subject to a book he had recommended to me a while ago, and it felt like we were talking back at the office till , “ VISITING HOURS ARE OVER!” We both blinked a couple times like we were pulling ourselves back into reality. “ Bye...Spence,” I said sadly , “ I’ll be here tomorrow.” He visibly became a bit more distant and cold and just slightly nodded. “ Miss i’m going to need you to leave now,” One of the guards insisted . “ Yes… sorry,” I said a little absent minded. I spun around and left without looking back, I couldn’t look back

….

I was sitting outside by myself when they approached me , “ Hey Reid, cute little mama you got there hu?” I really did not want to talk to them in general but especially not about her. I got up and started to walk away but two of the guys grabbed me roughly and turned me to face the other. “ You didn’t answer now thats just rude,” He said in a sickly sweet voice, “ Now I feel like my boys here need to teach you a lesson on respect.” I forced my face to stay stoic, this was just any other usub looking for a weakness to strike at. “ Now,” He continued, “ that lovely lady that came in, she got a name.” “None of your business,” I replied instantly causing one of the guys to punch me in the stomach. I gasped and tried to wriggle out but they held fast. “ Now that’s strike two,” He said shaking his head, “ You know i’ve got some contacts on the outside, one that could turn her world upside down, in fact maybe the next time I see her, i’ll just jump her myself, what are they going to do , put me in solitary?” “ You won’t lay a finger on her,” I snapped . He laughed, “ okay okay, I won’t, but you have to tell her, to her face, that you don’t want to see her again, and if you tell her why, i’ll still jump her, got it?” “ I don’t think you can do that,” I hissed through gritted teeth. The guy punched me again then threw me to the ground, “ I guess you’ll have to find out.” I didn’t want to take that chance but I hated the thought of her not coming, that was the first time in a while I remember smiling or felt like a real person. I shook my head, I was being selfish, this was her life at stake. I took a deep breath and started thinking of a plan.

…

I was able to sleep a little that night, I think physically seeing that Spencer was still Spencer was a big relief even if he did seem more tense. I read a bit of another book he recommended to me the next morning so that i’d have something new to talk about, then it was back in the car driving to the Prison. I had almost forgotten to change before I left, I pretty much collapsed when I got back yesterday and just starred at the ceiling. Today I chose a more neutral outfit , high waisted brown corduroy shorts and an oversize green turtleneck sweater tucked into them. It was a bit more casual that I usually dress in fact I don’t think I have ever dressed this casual with Spencer before, even when we went out to the movies or the planetarium or some other random thing none of the others wanted to go to, I always dressed up for him. I wanted him to feel important but I realized that it didn’t matter what I wore more that I was there, so I decided to test my theory today. I tapped nervously on my backpack as I waited for them to call me in. My palms were sweaty and I felt a lump in my throat, I thought i’d be excited but being surrounded by dangerous men made me anxious. They called us in and I went. I sat at the same table waiting anxiously. I felt like I was going to cry again but I shook that thought out of my head. The door opened and I noticed almost every inmate looked at me as they went to their seats. I felt suddenly very exposed. I heard someone whisper very softly, “ she came baaackkk.” I felt a bit faint, I was definitely in some sort of danger. “ Hey,” I jumped at the sound of Spencer's gentle voice but then relaxed, “ Sorry...I...” I looked around and leaned in, “ i’m….in trouble aren't I ?” Spencer placed his hand firmly on the glass making me jump again. I saw the words “, you’re in danger, sorry.” “ Spence I,” I started but he snapped loud enough for the others to head, “ listen now and listen good, I do not want to see your face here ever again, is that understood.” The guards walked over to us. “ Understood,” he said darkly. I felt my heart crack a bit and I nodded quickly. I stood up and I heard one inmate say, “ bye bye pretty girl.” I whipped around and kicked the table he was act and fixed him with a cold glare, and then I was drug out of the room. It wasn’t necessary but I had just gotten my best friend taken away from me again and there was literally nothing I could do about it.

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Saving Grace - Part 14

A/N: Just a little update, i’ve been so bad with updating this i apologize! I WILL DO BETTER!! This is just a filler chapter before we get back to the drama!

Thank you to everyone that has taken the time to read/vote/reblog it means the world to me! 💕

I finally settled on a baby pink smock dress, it was the best i could do with the outfits i had brought with me. I hadn't planned for 'date night'!

Bucky was putting the plates down on the table when i walked out the bedroom.

"Wow, you look so pretty doll" he looked up and smiled at me as his eyes roamed up and down my body.

"Thank you Buck, i wanted to wear something nice for you but i didn't pack date worthy clothes. Not that id fit in them yet anyway" i smiled. I was still carrying some baby weight which was why most of my clothes i packed were baggy.

"You look perfect, i dont care what you wear you'll always be the prettiest dame in town" he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

"Mmmm" i mumbled against his mouth "can we eat before we get carried away here I'm starving"

"Of course" he chuckled placing one more kiss on my lips before pulling my chair out for me.

"I like the shirt Buck, is it new?" I referred to the light blue henley that was making his eyes pop!

"Oh, yeah" he nodded looking down at his chest "i thought i should try wearing some colour"

"I like it, i think i like this more than the burgundy one"

"Does that mean I'm gonna loose this shirt too?" He teased knowing i liked to wear his burgundy one so much.

"Probably" i nodded as we both laughed.

The rest of dinner was spent chatting and laughing about the most random things but it was perfect.

"Hey, what do you say we head out to the hot tub? I cant believe we haven't been in there yet" i said looking out the siding door in the bedroom after dinner.

"I say that sounds like a great idea" he smiled wrapping his arms around me from behind "I can't believe we're going home tomorrow"

"I know, its gone so quick. We spent most of the time in bed" i laughed leaning my head back against his shoulder.

"Which is why we haven't been in the hot tub yet..... i hope you know I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off you"

"I wouldn't want you to" i shrugged reaching for the sliding door and walking us outside to turn on the hot tub. I slipped out of my dress and hung it over one of the chairs on the deck before quickly removing my underwear and getting in quick, it was starting to get cold now the sun had gone down. I couldn't help the small hiss i let out when the chemicals in the water came into contact with my cuts "shit that stings" i mumbled to myself.

Bucky stood watching me with a grin plastered on his face before grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head, he threw it over the chair with my dress and removed his pants and boxers before casually strutting over to the hot tub.

"Well what a sight you are Buck" i smiled up at him as i blatantly checked him out, i dont think id ever get tired of looking at him.

"I got nothing on you doll"

"Liar" i chuckled "I'm a mess"

"Impossible" he smiled reaching for me and pulling me into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically and my arms wound around his shoulders as my hands played with his now wet hair "your beautiful".

"Even covered in cuts and bruises?"

"Even then" he nodded leaning forward to kiss me, his hands trailing up my back gently avoiding the worst of my injuries. I could already feel Bucky's hardness between us, i reached a hand down wrapping my fingers around him to line him up with my entrance, both moaning as i sunk down on his length... i just couldn't get enough him!

We stayed in the hot tub until we were all pruny then went inside to take a shower before bed.

"Ah shit! Bucky ive pulled my stitches can you help me?" I called dripping blood on the bathroom floor, i must have caught the stitches on my shoulder blade in the hot tub at some point last night and now as i was trying to get dressed i had made it worse!.....bad enough to start bleeding again.

"Shit, did i get too rough with you?" He asked walking in in just his boxers looking worried "maybe i got a bit carried away...."

"Its not your fault, i caught it on my bra strap while i was getting dressed. Didn't even realise at first" i shrugged holding a towel against it the best i could.

"Come sit down and i'll take a look. We might be able to just clean it and put a dressing on it rather than re-stitch it" he said taking my hand and leading me over to the toilet sitting me down on the closed lid before opening the bathroom cabinet for the first aid kit. I sat quietly as he patched me up, his touch gentle as he cleaned and dressed the wound (no stitched required).

"I cant believe we're leaving already" he mumbled placing a kiss over my shoulder once he finished.

"I know, i've loved every second with you Buck. It was nice to just be Y/N and Bucky and not Mom and Dad" i smiled "but i have also missed our babies like crazy" i admitted getting up and pulling my jumper on being careful not to mess up my shoulder again.

"Oh god me too!!" He nodded as he finished getting dressed.

"We do have to get started on finding a new home though. I still don't wanna go back to that house and we cant stay at the compound. I know they wouldn't mind having us there full time but we need our own space. Plus having Steve around...."

"I totally agree, we'll have a look after we've spent some time with the kids"

"Okay" i smiled kissing him "i love you"

"I love you more"

"Not possible"

"I beg to differ"

"Whatever you say Sergeant Barnes" i rolled my eyes at him before turning to zip up my bag, Bucky just chuckled as he reached over and grabbed both our bags in his metal hand.

"This everything?"

"Yeah we only had our bags, we're good to go" i nodded.

"Lets hit the road then, you kept some snacks out for the journey right?"

"Erm of course i did".

"God your perfect" he beamed taking my hand and leading the way out to the car. Ever the gentleman he opened my door for me and waited for me to get in before closing the door and going to put the bags in the trunk. He was soon behind the wheel and reversing down the drive.

"Promise we'll come back soon?"

"I promise, its ours remember? We can come back whenever you want".

"Good" he smiled taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it, he kept my hand in his resting on his thigh as we headed back to reality.

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honeyandfiregame · 4 years

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Little Red Rider

This self-indulgent werewolf poly smut was sponsored by @grimaugur - thank you for your patience! (2.8k words under the cut)

Even as you were buying it, you knew it was less a purchase for you and more a gift for him. Wearing it in front of the mirror, your heart started racing as you were thinking about his reaction...

You looked like a gift, all wrapped in red lace, the blush of your skin a lovely match to the color. The bra hugs your flat chest, skin peeking through the see-through fabric between the elegant patterns, the lacy panties frame your bulge nicely, but you know the real attraction is the heart-shaped hole cut out in the back. A perfect seduction to be unwrapped.

And just as you thought, he was so very pleased by the present. So much so, before you know it, you’re flat on your back on Zenos’ desk, ankles on his shoulders, hands in his as he thrusts into you so deep and good you feel like you’re melting. The red is darkening at the tip as your erection strains at the fabric and you moan helplessly, squeezing your fingers around Zenos’.

“I love this delectable view.” He smiles. “Thank you so much for the surprise, pup. Makes me want to just devour you more and more.”

It’s hard to hold a steady smile when you quake inside with every deep, dominating plunge of his cock into you, but you sink your teeth into the side your bottom lip and manage.

“You saying you’re gonna eat me? What a big, scary wolf you are,” you tease.

Zenos chuckles at that and lets go of your hands to lean down over you, shifting your legs to the crooks of his arms. He rolls his hips forward, pushing his hard length up into your walls in way that makes you arch your back, a whine drawn out.

“Yeah, the big bad wolf’s gonna eat you up,” he growls, his smirk flashing a prominent canine.

Though you feel a shot of excitement at the dangerous display, you can’t help but laugh. “Oh my god, I love you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His thrusts slow to a gentle, but deep rocking so he can rest his forehead against yours. “I love you too, bunny.”

Just after he says that, you hear the click of the door and freeze. Curious, Zenos looks over his shoulder, then winks at you.

“Hi, Day,” he calls back. Just as he does, Day appears at his side, in the middle of removing his coat.

“Hey,” he greets casually and tilts his head to give Zenos a kiss, but even as their lips connect, Day’s scrutinizing eye is scanning your body. You feel your skin burning hot everywhere his gaze drifts, his expression unreadable.

Tossing his coat to the side, Day circles the desk and leans over you.

“What’s this?” He tilts his head. His finger hooks on the front of your bra and - snap! You flinch as he slips his finger away, shooting the band of the bra back against your chest. It was a tiny sting, barely anything, but by the twitch of his lips, you know he liked the way you jumped.

Zenos runs his hands down your sides to grab your hips as he leans back, gearing up for one, harsh thrust that makes you throw your head back and moan. Both of your wolves are leaning over you now, smirks on their faces.

“Oh, Little Red here decided he’d buy something frilly and offer himself up to a couple of wolves,” Zenos finally answers, returning to a more even, pleasure-inducing rhythm. “Wanna get a taste yourself?”

You flash Day a smile and he returns his own insincere, wolf-toothed version of the gesture.

“Hm. Cute. I suppose I will.” He stands and unzips his jeans. “Or it’s more like he will.”

You lick your lips as he pulls his lengthy cock out, still only half-mast, waving it in your face.

Realizing this position isn’t going to work, you’re left feeling empty when Zenos pulls out. Ignoring your whimper of protest, you’re pulled off the desk and turned around. A hand on the back of your neck bends you over until your face is once again right in front of Day’s crotch.

Your body clenches with yearning as you feel the hot touch of Zenos’ cock, but he doesn’t slide in again. Instead, hands press in your soft cheeks, effectively slotting his shaft between them to grind teasingly against your hole.

Day’s hand on the back of your head draws your attention forward as he cants his hips, docking the tip of his hardening cock against your lips. Unable to resist the temptation of his lewd masculinity, your lips part, your tongue meeting the taste of his crown instantly.

He makes no indication he enjoys your ministrations on his cock, but you know him better than that. So, you brace your hands on his thighs to keep yourself steady and lavish his shaft with your tongue and soft lips until it grows, flushed with blood and arousal coursing through his veins.

Only then, when you invite his eager erection into your mouth, does he let his pleasure show in the form of a near-growled hum at the back of his throat. It’s that sound that rushes excitement straight between your legs; you couldn’t get more hard if you tried. You might burst the moment Zenos gets it in his head he should fill you again.

Speaking of, Zenos seemed to have been enjoying the show for long enough, staining the back of those panties with his freely leaking pre and making the fabric stick to your butt. With no warning other than the heat briefly disappearing behind you and the grip on your hips tightening, Zenos thrusts into you again.

With your lips touching the knot swelling the base of Day’s cock, your throat filled with his meat, any sound from your vocal cords is severely muffled. But, still; your sensitive walls split open, sparks struck in your nerves, you moan. You moan loud.

Day grunts, his hips jolting against your face as his fingers curl into a fist in your hair. His veins pulse against your tongue, an involuntary spurt of pre coating the back of your throat and filling your senses with his inhuman musk. You pull back just enough to seal your lips around the head, suckling on his tip like you can coax more lewd fluid arousal from him.

“Mm. I like this position,” Zenos comments. His hand smooths over your back and finds a firm cheek of your ass, spreading it just a bit. “Lets me see everything.”

His hips press in close, filling you in a way you’ve already been but that feels new and right every time. It’s deep, intimate thrusts, pushing his cock almost too far inside you, but your body accepts it every time.

“Ngh, this was a bad idea,” Day grunts. You look up to see his eyes closed, head tilted to the side. “Every time you thrust, he makes a sound and I feel it in my dick.”

“Too much for you?” Zenos asks teasingly over you, a conversation like you’re not even there.

“As if... Ah, fuck.”

Day cradles your head in his hands. Recognizing what’s about to come next, you do your best to open your jaw wide and relax your throat.

Just like that, his cock spears your throat with a quick thrust of his hips. Zenos in the back helps set the pace and soon you’re bouncing back and forth, two werewolf cocks sawing in and out of you at both ends like you’re just their chew toy.

Zenos leans forward to rest his hand against your clothed erection - not even wrapping his fingers around it, just letting his thrusts push your cock into his palm and letting the panties overstimulate your tip, the wet patch already formed creating a friction that has your eyes rolling back.

Day’s cock throbs against your tongue, salty, intoxicating pre filling your mouth and spilling down your chin in a mix of saliva even as you attempt to swallow. Your legs feel weak, your shaky fingers struggle for purchase on the front of Day’s jeans, to keep you steady. Just a rag doll, a fuck toy for wolves wrapped in a pretty red bow, your head swims. Moans rise muffled in the back of your mind, involuntarily, wholly lustful in the flush of pink on your skin all over.

So good, your body’s locked in a struggle to keep your sanity for these tense few moments. You think Zenos is saying something over your head, but all sound is drowned out by the swimming pleasure and sound of skin slapping skin. You catch glimpses of Day’s face and you swear you see annoyance for just a second.

Suddenly, his cock is yanked free of your massaging throat muscles. You gasp for air you’d been deprived as Day lets you go and Zenos’ arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest.

You let out a confused sound, but can’t form the words. “Just a little longer,” Zenos says in a husky whisper, breathing more ragged than before. “Just a bit. I’m close.”

As his rhythm speeds up, pelvis clapping against your ass, two of his fingers force themselves into your mouth, pressing into the soft, flat of your tongue and yanking your jaw down. You moan freely, the almost whorish sound now louder than ever, unburdened by the shaft once buried in your throat.

Speaking of Day, he’s not being left out of the action as he presses in close, his hand diving into your panties. Calloused fingers wrapping around your flushed, sensitive cock and soft, relentless lips against the column of your throat, you shake between the both of them, pleasure threading up your spine to stab through your cognizance.

Your inner walls spasm around Zenos’ shaft. You feel the growl in his chest against your back before your hear it right by your ear, the feral sound bleeding into a groan that has your knees going weak. Your body begs for more as you’re pushed faster and faster to the edge, eager, desperate even, for all the pleasure they can induce within you.

Zenos can barely gasp another warning before his hands fall to your hips to brand finger-shaped, wine-colored bruises into your skin as he yanks your ass back against him. His cock swells and you’re instantly flooded with the heat of his seed fired off inside you, painting your walls sticky white.

His bucking against you and Day’s hand twisting around your slippery cock, stimulation from both sides, you can’t take it anymore. You throw your head back, muscles seizing, as you’re plunged over the edge.

Your needy cock jumps in Day’s grip, dirtying his hand with the spill of your semen over his palm. A cry rises in your throat as you tremble in the strong grips of men completely enraptured by your body.

Almost as quickly as it started, it ends and you’re left empty when Zenos pulls his cock out with a slick sound. Finally reaching their limit, your legs give out and you slump to your knees, slipping free of their grasps.

You don’t get a moment to collect yourself before Day grips your hair again. Oh, right. You came, but you’re not done yet.

You flash Day a tired smile as he tilts your head back. His free hand wraps around his shaft, blatantly smearing the cum you coated his hand with on his cock. He says nothing, but the look in his eyes says everything. The way he looks down on you, like he couldn’t be more pleased by the sight of you on your knees, the flush of your cheeks, the loose way you just let him manipulate your body. He’s not an Alpha, but he is your Alpha. He and Zenos, both. Claiming you as their own; an ownership you’re glad to accept.

And now he’s standing powerfully over you, pumping his fist up and down his hard, hot cock and you know what he’s got in mind. But what he doesn’t know is what Zenos has got on his mind.

With no warning, the previously disappeared Zenos comes up behind Day, leans into his side, and slips his hand down to Day’s crotch.

“Ah!” Day jolts, but it’s not a displeased sound out of his mouth as Zenos’ fingers wrap around Day’s knot. Immediately his expression changes, his sensitivity exploited too much for his mask of stoicism to cover the failed stifling of his pleasure across his face.

Eager to work with Zenos, you muster the last of your strength and swoop in. Day’s balls churn with the need for his release as your lips meet his sack, your tongue curling out to lavish the full, heavy orbs in the worship they deserve. Day groans more openly than he ever has, his hips pushing forward, surely independent of his input.

“Ngh, you’re such a jerk,” Day grunts, but the lewdness coating his words takes the punch out of them.

Zenos presses a kiss to Day’s cheek. “We’re just eager to get you off,” you hear him whisper against Day’s cheek.

Pulling skin between your lips, the hickey you leave on his balls will fade quickly, but the trembling of his precious sensitivities is satisfying in itself.

Day swears loudly, Zenos’ expert fingers playing across his hypersensitive knot and your eager mouth between his legs just too much for him. Barely a second later, he’s cumming.

His voice breaks when it tries too hard to cry out the way it needs to convey his pleasure. It’s almost cute, but you know he’d hate it if you said that.

His knot swells in Zenos’ hand as his hips buck. A rope of cum fires off from his tip, but the rest just spills forth, no force to it, the inhuman volume just too much to do anything other than flow down his shaft. You feel it in your hair, your eyelashes, sliding down the bridge of your nose, catching on the corners of your mouth.

You don’t mind. If anything, it makes you part your lips, your tongue dragging up the underside of his spasming cock to catch every last drop of cum it has to give.

A trickle of blood slides down Day’s chin from the force with which he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.

He finishes off by angling his dick down to dribble the last of his cum down your collarbone, letting it pool in your bra. You shiver at the feeling of your perky nipples rubbing against the now-soaked, lacy fabric with each movement. Willing yourself not to get hard again, for the sake of your poor overworked nerves, you sit back and smile sweetly up at your boys, mess that you are right now.

Leaving Day to deal with his sticky mess, Zenos circles around him to kneel beside you. He leans in, ignoring the cum still staining your skin like it’s nothing, and your lips meet almost chastely, a gentle, sweet kiss.

“You’re the best, bunny. I love you.” That smile could win over a million hearts, but here he is, smiling for you and you alone. Though it turns a little sheepish as he looks down, taking in the state of your brand new lingerie. “...Sorry about this. I hope they clean up alright.”

You shake your head. It’s what you bought the set for. You’re more than glad if they’ve both gotten some enjoyment out of it.

“You’re a right mess, though,” Zenos sighs, then another smile tugs at his lips. “Wanna take a bath with me?”

He chuckles at your eager nod, then looks to Day, who’s still standing there, softening cock still hanging free from his zipper, staring down at his hand. He meets your gazes, clearly contemplating something. Something Zenos catches easily.

“Day...” His tone is warning, expression just on the cusp of exasperation. “You know you have to clean up properly this time.”

Day clicks his tongue in annoyance, eyes rolling away from the chastising Alpha. “I know.”

He probably wants to just tuck himself back in his pants and escape the syrupy sweet affection that comes after this kind of play, but not this time.

You’re lifted into Zenos’ arms with ease, comfortably cradled against his chest. As he turns to head to the bathroom, you catch Day’s gaze again. You smile at him, reaching your hand out.

He eyes the offering and it’s like you can physically see his resolve cracking. Finally, he slips his hand into yours, flashing what only you know is a smile, just for you.

Dating two werewolves at the same time is sometimes exhausting, sometimes irritating, sometimes awfully sticky. But you can’t imagine having it any other way.

#not safe #Day #Zenos #werewolf AU #MC actually didn't ride anyone in this #but let's not pay that any mind

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bang-tan-bitches · 5 years

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Title: Immortals - pt 9 Word Count: 5k Rating: M Genre: Drama, smut, dark fantasy Warnings: language Pairings: BTS x Reader/OT7 x reader Summary: Sometimes, you find your destiny. And sometimes, your destiny does whatever it takes to keep you. Written By: A & B

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It’s all gone.

The words repeat over and over and over in your mind. Bouncing around the inside of your skull like a deflated basketball.

It’s all gone.

You probably should have seen it coming. He had been so understanding about everything else. Then again, maybe that should have been your clue. He was too calm. Then he had asked you to do one thing, and you had betrayed him. It really shouldn’t be a surprise, but it is.

Maybe I wanted this….

The stray thought enters your mind, digging in and refusing to dislodge when you grab the sides of your head and shake it.

No. No. You didn’t want this to happen.

Did you?

No.

Yes.

Maybe.

“But not like this.” You whisper out loud and rub your temples, shifting a bit in the oversized chair you’d plopped yourself in. You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you’d been escorted back to their home and left at the door to your ‘room’ with assurances that they weren't far away. If you wanted them.

If you needed them.

You’re so lost in your spiraling thoughts, you don’t notice the door opening, or the two men who watch you from the doorway for long moments before stepping in.

“Come on, jagi.”

Hoseok’s hand appears in your line of vision.

You blink at it, then up at him, “Come?”

His brown eyes darken then flash gold, you blink and they’re back to normal.

“We want to take you somewhere.” He explains as you gently place your hand in his.

“Oh, I don’t know if I’ll be good company.” You try and force a small laugh, but it hurts, so you stop and settle for a shaky smile.

“You’re always good company, baby.” Taehyung says, moving closer and canting his head down to look at you through his lashes, “Maybe you think we aren’t good company?” He teases and you feel your heart skip a small beat.

“Never. You’re the best company.” You assure, feeling a bit lighter. Your smile is less forced as you entwine your fingers with Hoseok’s, “Where are we going?” You ask as they lead you out the front door, only pausing long enough for you all to slip on your shoes.

“It’s a surprise.” Hoseok tells you, smiling beautifully and handing you a pair of sunglasses.

You recognize them instantly as the ones from the music video shooting. Your stomach flips, making you feel giddy.

Two men are waiting at the bottom of the elevator when the three of you step out. One you recognize and the other you don’t. Seeing them makes you wonder just how many bodyguards they have. One for each of them? Two? If so, who did the man you recognized usually guard?

You don’t have time to think about it much as the five of you walk out and get in the waiting SUV. One of your escorts sits in front with the driver, and the other climbs into the third-row seats, leaving the three of you to slide into the middle seats.

Sandwiched between Hoseok and Taehyung, you interlock your fingers and keep your hands primly in your lap, reciting the golden rule ‘keep your hands to yourself’. They were so close, it was beyond tempting to let your hands oh so casually land on their thighs… but they were being good. Doing nothing more than letting their fingertips brush against your hair and shoulders every so often.

“Thank you. Again. For letting me stay last night. And- and tonight.” You stammer out and clench your hands tighter.

“Baby,” you glance up at Taehyung, “don't ever thank us for taking care of you. We always take care of what's,” you watch his eyes flick over your head to connect with Hoseok before meeting yours again, “ours.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Ours… he’d called you theirs….the thought tries to stick, what it means. The implications behind that simple word. Ours. You try and hold on to it, you do, but before you can blink, it’s gone and you’re back to enjoying their company.

He gives your hand a squeeze and you smile when he brushes a kiss against your forehead. Hoseok hums in agreement, his nose nuzzling your ear, “Plus, we've barely gotten to spend any time with you. We need to have a movie night and we want to show you the studios properly.”

“Yup.” Taehyung agrees and rubs his nose against yours. Your mind goes hazy at their affectionate touches. Your eyes flutter closed as you lean back into Hoseok, his hot breath in your ear and Taehyung’s fingers tangled with yours. They are still talking, their voices deep and soothing as they press chaste kisses against your neck and cheeks. For the first time since discovering your empty apartment, you feel whole. You feel loved.

You startle when the SUV doors are opened and you’re quickly ushered out into an underground parking garage. You’re absolutely mortified to realize that while you were wedged between Taehyung and Hoseok, the bodyguards were there and witness to the way you melted into them so easily.

Hoseok grabs your hand and leads you toward the fancy double doors. You can hear Taehyung following, murmuring to someone. You glance back to see he’s on his cell phone. He flashes you a quick smile, ending the call quickly before grabbing your other hand and walking through the double doors with you and Hoseok. You’re greeted with a nod by a pretty young woman with a tablet, she seems to be quickly typing something out before focusing on the two gentlemen you are sandwiched between.

“Mr. Jung. Mr. Kim. It’s a pleasure to see you again. We have everything prepared for you.”

She turns on her heel and escorts the three of you into a large elevator. You watch in fascination as she pulls out a keycard and inserts it into a slot just below the standard elevator buttons before pressing the top button of the elevator. As the elevator jolts slightly and starts to rise, you realize that you still have no idea where you are or what is going on.

You tug gently on the boys hands and they both tilt their heads down, focusing on you. You push down the butterflies and the feeling of satisfaction that at your softest touch, they turn their attention on you. It’s a feeling that could quickly go to your head if you aren’t careful.

“What’s going on?” you whisper, mindful of the woman just in front of you. She’s staring at the doors, professionally ignoring the rest of you. You have to admire her will power, being in an elevator with two of the seven most gorgeous men on the planet and she wasn’t even sneaking looks.

Hoseok smiles, and… it should be sweet. You feel like that’s what he’s going for. But it’s not. It’s a little bit dark, a little bit mischievous, and a whole lot seductive. “We’re taking you to have a little fun. Get your mind off things.” He leans in and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead, “Don’t think about it too much.”

The elevator doors open and the woman ushers you all into a large white room. There is a large, round platform in the center of the room surrounded by large, oversized chairs. You notice a small table with champagne on ice. Compared to the rest of the room, the table is tiny. Only noteworthy for the champagne on it, otherwise you might not have even noticed it.

The woman gives the three of you a small, tight, smile, “Please let me know if there is anything else you need. Everything is all set up to your specifications.”

The woman quickly leaves the room through the same way you entered and you glance at the two with you. They give you smiles and point towards the only other door in the room. “Go inside baby. We’ll wait right here.”

You make your way towards the door and you can feel their eyes on you the entire time. You glance behind you when you hear a pop! and notice them already sitting in the oversized chairs, drinking champagne. You hesitate for a moment, hand stretched out toward the door. Taehyung gives you a small nod of encouragement while Hoseok watches you over the rim of his glass. You smile tightly, and bite your lip as you turn back around. You open the door and see a mirrored dressing room with racks upon racks of clothing.

Your eyes are wide and you inhale sharply as the door closes behind you with a soft click. You can’t help but stare at the clearly designer attire. You swallow thickly, frozen in place as you try and think about what this all means. You want to try on the clothing. Really. But deep down know you shouldn’t. Because you know if you do, you’ll want them. And you haven’t even looked at clothes like this since…

You refocus on the clothing hanging beautifully in front of you. The fabrics look luxurious and you know that even touching them would be dangerous to your resolve. The fact that there were no price tags obviously made it clear that there was no way you could afford any of this on your current budget. Especially since you’ll have to look for a new apartment soon.

Still…

It might be nice to play dress up for awhile, you think moving closer to the clothing, reaching out a trembling hand. Your fingers brush against one of the dresses, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. It would be nice to just have some fun and ignore your problems. For just a little bit longer.

“Baby,” a quick knock, and Hoseok’s muffled voice filters through the door, “are you okay?”

“Y-yes,” you clear your throat briefly, “yes, I’m okay.”

“Okay. Well, try something on and let us see you in it.”

You look at the different racks of clothing, biting your lip as you consider it. Dresses, pants, shirts, anything and everything you could ask for is hanging on those racks. You can feel your face heat when you spy the rack of lingerie. There are the, well you hesitate to call them basic, but there are bras and panties of every shade under the sun as well as… racier items hanging on the rack that you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen outside of a porno. The thought of putting something like that on and parading out there in front of them has you clenching your thighs together.

Before you can think about it more, and before Hoseok can come back and ask you what’s wrong again, you quickly grab a pale pink sundress that looks innocent enough. You aren’t surprised to see that it’s your size, shaking your head as you slip it on, a fond smile already forming on your lips. They were so thoughtful and considerate, putting this together just to get you out of their house for awhile.

They were really great friends.

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“Thank you so much for letting me mess around with those designer clothes.” You squeeze Hoseok’s hand and press your head against Taehyung’s arm, “You guys are way too nice to me.”

Hoseok gives your hand a squeeze in return and smiles, “No worries. You needed a new wardrobe anyways, since all your stuff is gone. But we’re glad you liked the things we picked out. Taehyung was worried.”

You freeze, “Wh-what?”

They both stare at you, heads tilted and brows furrowed “What?”

You look back and forth between them, “What do you mean a new wardrobe?!” you whisper through your teeth, afraid if you unclench your jaw you might actually scream. Or cry. Or both. You adored them, really you did, but you couldn’t get a whole new wardrobe right now. And definitely not one that expensive. There was no way you could justify it, even if you could afford it.

Taehyung and Hoseok look at each other before glancing back at you. “What do you think we were doing here?”

“I thought you took me to some fancy place to play dress up to get my mind off of things! I can’t- I cannot buy all of that right now!” Realization dawns on you as they continue to look confused and slightly hurt at your outburst, “Oh my fucking god… Please tell me you guys didn’t just buy all those clothes.” you can hear the slight plea in your voice, as well as the longing. You couldn’t buy all of that, but they could… and some small part deep inside you and quickly rising to the surface wanted them to. To take care of you and buy things for you and treat you like a princess. And that selfish part of you wanted it bad.

Taehyung smiles, seeming to finally understand what you were upset about and pulls you into his arms, “Of course not baby. We bought all that stuff before we even got there. We just wanted to make sure we got your measurements right.”

His casual answer sends your mind reeling. Before you can respond, the SUV is there. The bodyguards hop out and open the doors, waiting for you. You quickly climb into the vehicle without objection and make your way back to their home, your mind still whirling.

-0-0-0-

Hours later and you're in your room once more.

Your new wardrobe hangs in the closet, brought in by staff shortly after you had arrived back- back home. You had let yourself be tugged into Jimin’s lap during lunch, grateful for his heat as he fed you small bits of your meal, his hot, hot, hot, fingers brushing against your lips, warming you further.

And you hadn’t even blinked at the way Namjoon had pulled you into his lap while you all sat around in their… sitting room. It was too fancy for living room, and the TV was in another room entirely, you had been informed, Namjoon’s lips brushing the shell of your ear and trailing down your neck, right before you had opened your mouth to ask.

You didn’t know what time it was when you had gone to your room again shortly after they told you they had to go to the studio and did you want to come along? You had declined, politely, wanting to use the time to collect your thoughts. They had dragged their feet, asking if you were sure you didn’t want to come? Yoongi would even let you touch his computer…

You had laughed at that, but still said no.

And now you were alone.

They had finally left and you were torn on how you felt about it.

It was a relief they were gone, you assured yourself sitting in the middle of the luxurious bed. A relief because they weren’t hovering anymore and causing your body to sing with fierce longing.

And….

It was awful. Awful that they had left you alone. Awful because you had nothing to distract you and you missed them. You almost felt as if your very soul had left you when they had.

Still, it was for the best. You had things to do. Throwing on the clothes nearest you -all ones Taehyung and Hoseok had bought- you grab your purse and head for the front door, only to stop short on your mission when you come face to back with your - their - bodyguard standing just outside the door.

“Oh. Um. Hi.”

He looks you up and down, “Going somewhere miss?”

Your mouth opens slightly, it was the first time you had heard him speak.

“Erm, oh, this.” you glance down at your purse and shoes, “I- yes. I need to go. Go out.” You stumble over your words, wanting to feel confident. It wasn’t like they had said you couldn’t leave. You weren’t a prisoner here. But you still felt guilty about leaving without telling them. Especially considering where you were going.

He stares at you silently for a long moment and it takes everything you have in you to keep from shifting from foot to foot. Finally, after seconds that feel like eternity, he nods and moves to the side. Head held high and feeling triumphant, you move confidently toward the elevator. When you reach out to press the button, another hand comes into view, pressing the button for you.

“Thank you.” You say, trying not to feel ungrateful, but when he moved into the elevator with you, you narrowed your eyes, “What are you doing?”

He cocks an eyebrow, and you curl your lip slightly as he tells you what you already suspect, “I’m going with you, miss.”

You roll your eyes as he presses the button to take you directly to the underground garage, “I can go by myself.”

He hums, but doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the ride.

“Seriously, I can do this on my own. I want to do this on my own.” you assure him as the two of you step off the elevator. Three other bodyguards you recognize fall into step with you as you follow him to one of the cars you can only assume belong to BTS or BigHit or one of the guys.

“I’m sure you can, miss.”

He opens the passenger door and you slid in part way, looking at the other three, “Don’t patronize me.” You say reflexively, “Are you all coming?” They nod and you sigh, “This should be fun.”

The ride to the hospital is mostly silent, the only sound coming from the quiet radio and your increasingly panicked breaths.

You had been trying to text your boyfriend all day with no luck so far. But you knew he’d never miss a shift at the hospital, so that’s where you would go too. If he couldn’t call you, or text you, or anything after kicking you out then moving out, then you would make him talk to you.

Hopefully.

When your driver pulls up and parks in front of the hospital, the thought crosses your mind to scold him for parking in a no parking zone, but you’re too focused on your breathing.

“Are you sure you want to do this, miss?”

You laugh, “No. No not really. But- but I need to do this.” You open the door then stop when they all open theirs as well, “Oh no. I put my foot down at all of you coming in with me. I can do this. Really.”

“We go where you go, miss.” The driver tells you and the other three nod.

“Ugghhh…” You feel bad, you do, they were obviously told to go with you and you didn’t want to get them in trouble… plus you kinda wanted someone else with you. To bolster your resolve to confront your boyfriend. “Okay, one of you can come with me. But just the one!”

One of the men in back nods and gets out, nodding at the driver as he tells him he will call when you’re done. You lead him in, ignoring the way he stays just half a step behind you and the looks that follow.

“This way.”

The two of you move to the elevator, when you enter, the others waiting hesitate and your bodyguard pushes the button to close the doors. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, but let it slide.

When you reach the floor your boyfriend works on, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Opening them when you feel your bodyguard’s large hand land comfortingly on your shoulder. You look up at him with a smile, eyes only widening slightly when you notice how golden his eyes are, “We’re here.”

You lick your lips and nod, bolstered by his presence which seems to have grown in the last few seconds.

“Okay. Okay. Let’s do this.” He nods and you turn around, walking out of the elevator more confidently than you feel. You smile in relief when you see Jen at the nurses station. You weren’t really sure you could call her a friend, but she was always nice to you whenever you came to visit your boyfriend. She doesn't notice your approach, too busy looking at a chart, and you smile down at her as you get her attention, “Hey Jen!”

She looks up at you, smiling, which falls just as quickly, “Y/N! You must be here to get his things?”

“I- his things?”

“I thought he would be in after he emailed his resignation, but I suppose I can release them to you.” She says with a laugh.

“So, he’s gone? He- he’s not here?” Your voice cracks despite your efforts to keep it under control.

She looks at you, confused, “Of course not silly! His resignation said you were moving! And that Dr. Kim should take over his patients, effective immediately.”

You exhale, stumbling a bit, feeling as if the air has been knocked out of you. The guard with you moves to catch you, but you wave him off, steadying yourself with a death grip on the nurses station.

“Oh. Dear. Um… I… I guess you didn’t know?” She asks, eyes flicking back and forth between you and your bodyguard nervously.

You laugh. It’s not a good laugh. It’s hysterical and high-pitched and wrong, “No.” you choke the word out, not only answering her question, but denying what you’d learned, “No, I didn’t know.”

“Well… what an asshole.” She sympathizes, making you laugh harder.

“Yes. What an asshole.” You screech the last word, bending over and holding your stomach as you continue to laugh. “What. An. Asshole.”

“Miss.” His voice is soft and hands gentle as he pulls you upright, “Miss, I think it’s time to go.”

“Go? Go where pray tell?”

He turns you to face him and his eyes are gold once more, “Home.”

That one word sobers you.

Home.

Your body feels like it’s been plunged in ice water and you calmly turn to face Jen who you can see is doing her best to keep her calm. “Thank you. For everything.”

You turn and walk away, your bodyguard trailing closely behind.

-0-0-0-

Yoongi ends the call as he enters the practice room, mouth already open to tell the others what one of the guards they assigned to you just told him, when he sees Namjoon’s golden eyes shining even in the brightly lit room.

“You already know?”

Namjoon nods and sighs, “She’s pretty upset.”

Yoongi laughs, short and humorless, “I’m not sure upset really covers it from what Hyun told me on the phone.”

“She had to know he wasn’t around anymore.” Jungkook says, “What did she think was going to happen?”

“It was still a shock, even if in her heart she knew, I don’t think she really believed it.” Hoseok offers, trying to placate the irritation he can see growing in the youngest’s eyes.

“She’s ours, why would she even want him?” Jimin seethes, sparks falling from his fingertips until Taehyung takes his hand.

“She is ours.” Jin assures, “She’s still coming around to the idea. We need to give her some time.”

Taehyung stays silent, knowing they could make you come around to seeing things their way, but not wanting to upset his hyungs again. He shares a look with Jimin and Jungkook, knowing they feel the same as him.

“We know she’s ours, that’s not the issue here.” Yoongi says, all but throwing himself down next to Taehyung and running his cool fingers across the back of his neck in a silent warning. “She’s upset. She needs someone to comfort her. Let her know she’s welcome to stay with us.”

“Someone?” Jimin is quick to pick up on the word, “Why can’t we all go? She needs all of us.”

“It would be too much if we all went. She needs a friend, not seven men trying to get down her pants.” Namjoon says with a pointed look.

“I don’t just want to get down her pants! That was one time! And I would be her friend if you would stop keeping her from me.” Jimin pouts, but lets Jungkook draw his head down to his shoulder.

“Only one of us will go.” Jin says, “It’ll be better that way. The rest of us will stay here.”

“How do we decide who goes though?”

Jin turns his head slowly to meet Jungkook’s eager eyes, “We will draw straws. Short one goes. I volunteer to break and hold them. But you,” his eyes flash gold and Jungkook shrinks back into his seat, “are not allowed to cheat.”

“Tell that to Hoseok and Yoongi.” Jungkook grumbles, but doesn’t object.

Jin rolls his eyes and hides a fond smile behind his hand, “No one is allowed to cheat.”

A few minutes and more grumbling later, the room goes silent when Taehyung draws the last, and short, straw. He stares at it, hardly daring to believe it. Even though Jin had told them not to cheat, he had still expected the others to cheat a little bit.

“Taehyung.” Namjoon’s deep voice draws his attention away from the little straw in his hand. “You can’t influence her.”

He gasps, indignant, “I- you don’t want me to influence her? Like you did you mean?” he stands, ignoring the way Jimin’s hot hand tugs at his, trying to bring him back down. “Fuck you Joon, I can control myself. Better than you can.”

Namjoon’s eyes go from dark brown to molten gold in an instant and Taehyung knows he’s overstepped, but it’s too late. The words are out. Besides, it wasn’t like he was wrong.

When Namjoon stands, Taehyung holds his ground, trying not to show how nervous he actually is.

“Stop.” Yoongi’s voice cuts through the tension, “Joon, sit down or take a walk. You know better. And you,” Taehyung feels the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as Yoongi turns his attention on him, “you should know better.”

Yoongi stands and wraps Taehyung in a hug, “You know better than to influence her, right?”

Taehyung nods, “Of course hyungs.”

“Good. Now go take care of our girl.”

-0-0-0-

“I hear you had a rough outing.” Taehyung’s deep voice breaks through your cascading thoughts.

You jump slightly at the sound of his voice and turn to see him standing in the doorway, the light from the hallway casting him in shadows. You must have been so absorbed in your thoughts that you hadn’t realized they had returned from the studio.

“Are you mad?” You ask, voice small. He wasn’t wrong, it had been rough. You wanted to be devastated. Part of you was devastated. But another part, a much larger part, was sighing in relief. As much as you thought you loved your boyfriend, you had always wondered. And had always silently resented the way he had treated you with kid gloves ever since the accident.

“Oh baby, no…” Taehyung comforts, moving to sit next to you on the bed and pulling you into his arms, “I could never be mad at you.”

You give a watery laugh and rub at your tired eyes, “I’m sorry if my wallowing is bringing the rest of you down. I’m a horrible guest. I didn’t even realize you guys were back.”

“We’re not,” Taehyung murmurs, his lips brushing the top of your head, “It’s only me. The guys are staying at the studio late tonight. We have to finish up some stuff with the new album.”

“I’m s-sorry,” You swallow and try to pull away, but Taehyung holds you tight in his arms, “You shouldn’t be here if you’re needed at the studio.”

“Baby, I’m exactly where I need to be.”

You look up at him, sniffling, and your breath catches in your throat at the pure, unadulterated, desire swirling in his golden eyes. The soft buzzing sensation that has been humming under your skin since you’ve been in their home, flares to life when his fingers brush your bared shoulder.

You swallow harshly when need, so strong it makes you ache, flows through your veins at a rapid pace. Your hands are trembling as they cup Taehyung’s jaw and you pull his face close to yours.

You’re both breathing heavily, and your lips are so close you can taste every breath. Warm and sweet on your tongue. You want Taehyung. You need him. You love him. You know you love him. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted. The way he looks at you like you’re his entire world.

“I love you,” He gasps against your mouth, his lips brushing yours with every word. “I love you so much.”

“Tae,” You close your eyes and brush your nose against his, breath coming in short desperate gasps.The fire that started when he touched your shoulder burns though you and all you can think about, all you want to think about, is him. “Tae, I don’t- what’s happening?”

You feel different. You feel warm. You feel alive. Every touch is somehow more than the last. Your mind is spinning, everything's tumbling, tumbling, tumbling… but Taehyung, Taehyung is perfectly clear. It’s beautiful. It’s chaos.

It’s perfect.

“Baby, don’t be afraid.” Taehyung’s voice is deep and warm, a voice you can trust. And you do. You trust it. You trust him. His fingers tangle in your hair, tilting your head back, his eyes, so golden and beautiful are focused entirely on you, “Baby, can I kiss you?”

His mouth, so pink and perfect, is slightly parted, his tongue sweeps across his bottom lip leaving a glossy trail you wipe away with your thumb.

“Baby.”

“Hmm?” His voice reminds you that he had said something. Asked something. What was it… Kiss! He wanted a kiss.

“Yes,” you whisper against his mouth, licking his bottom lip, “yes.”

- pt. 10 -

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18: Part Two

Here’s the second part of 18 (an Elorcan fic), which I’ve been promising for a while now. Originally, this wasn’t meant to be more than a oneshot, but a lovely anon asked for me to actually write the smut I’d hinted at, so here you are!

The first part can be found on my masterlist, which is linked in my bio! This is a direct continuation of the first part, so it picks up right were that one left off.

Warnings: Obviously, as this was a request for smut, this is very NSFW. Also, you know, language.

Lorcan’s chuckle was like a breath of fresh air to Elide. Their friends never believed her when she said he opened up around her, that he wasn’t miserable and brooding all the time. She supposed that should have been a clear sign that Lorcan was into her, that he wanted to be with her. Years of being belittled and shamed by her uncle, however, had made her feel like she could never be enough for anyone, least of all someone as wonderful as Lorcan Salvaterre.

But as wonderful as the sound of his laughter was, she had other plans for them this morning. Luckily, he granted her request and captured her mouth with his, lips moving against hers as his tongue swept into her mouth.

Elide couldn’t help the groan that escaped her throat, the sound low and apparently very pleasing to Lorcan, if the way he bucked his hips beneath her was any indication.

Sighing into the kiss, she ground her hips down against his, the feeling of his impressive length causing her to break their kiss to let out a wanton moan. Lorcan just skimmed his lips along her jaw before he began working down her neck, first teasing with his teeth before running his tongue over her skin.

Elide buried both of her hands in his hair, her breath escaping her lips in gasps and pants. Lorcan, obviously pleased with her response, hummed against her neck as he slid his hands down to her hips.

With Elide as distracted as she was, the feeling of Lorcan’s hands tightening on her hips as he flipped them over startled her enough that she squealed when her back hit the mattress. Lorcan pulled away from her neck to stare into her eyes, worried that he’d hurt her.

Elide just giggled and ran her fingers through his hair, reaching up to kiss him gently on the lips. “Sorry love, you just startled me.” She pressed her lips to his again, her fingers massaging his scalp.

Lorcan chuckled against her lips, the sound sparking joy in her heart as she realized this man was hers. This wonderful, amazing man was all hers - and a part of her still couldn’t believe it.

Pulling back enough to gaze into his face, Elide ran her fingers over the planes of his face, her nails scratching along his cheekbones and across his jaw. She ran her thumb over his lips, catching the bottom one enough to part his lips just slightly.

Lorcan’s gaze never strayed from her face, even as he pressed his lips to her thumb before pulling it into his mouth. Elide gasped at the sensation of Lorcan sucking gently on her finger as he stared into her eyes, his hips slowly moving against hers.

Releasing her finger, Lorcan whispered, “everything okay, babe?”

Elide felt her heart swell at the casual use of the nickname, a smile breaking across her face as she noted the concern evident in his voice. “Everything’s absolutely perfect, Lor.”

A genuine smile broke across Lorcan’s face at her words, and it was the most beautiful sight Elide had ever seen. His smiles were few and far between, and she’d never seen one as radiant as the one he was wearing at that moment.

She just tugged his lips back down to hers as his hands slipped under the hem of her shirt and settled against her sides. As his fingers traced delicate designs over her skin, Elide whimpered into Lorcan’s mouth, desperate for skin-on-skin contact. Since Lorcan was already shirtless, having slept that way the night before, her thin t-shirt was the only thing in the way of their bodies connecting the way she wanted them to.

She broke away from his lips long enough to breath a quiet “off” before Lorcan was crashing their lips back together, seemingly unwilling to be parted from her. However, he seemed to know what she meant, since he gripped the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head, parting from her only to rid her of the garment.

Elide watched as his gaze dropped to her chest as he leaned in to kiss her again.

And promptly stopped, wide-eyed, as he realized she was bare save for her lacy panties that hardly covered anything, and did absolutely nothing to hide how wet she was for him.

“Elide,” he groaned, his voice breaking on the second syllable as his hips canted into hers reflexively.

She grinned up at him, a cheshire grin sliding over her features as she arched her back slightly, displaying her very full chest to him.

Elide couldn’t help the laugh that spilled over her lips as his jaw dropped, his face enraptured as his hands skimmed the very outside of her breasts, almost like he was afraid to touch her. After that went on for several seconds, she realized that he actually was holding back from touching her, something reserved in his expression.

“Lor,” she whispered, cupping his face in her palm, “are you okay, my love?”

Lorcan swallowed, his gaze slowly lifting until he was looking in her eyes. “I just - are you sure you want this? You’re sure it’s okay?”

She leaned up to press her lips into his, both of them groaning as their bare chests met for the first time. Pulling back, she breathed out a “yes,” and before Lorcan could hesitate any longer, she took both of his hands in hers and placed them on her breasts.

Lorcan groaned at the feeling of her flesh, the skin already pebbled from his touch. Moving almost reverently, his fingers slowly rolled her nipples, pulling on them until they hardened into peaks. Once it seemed he was satisfied with his work, he leaned down to take a nipple between his teeth, and Elide cried out at the sensation.

While he licked and sucked at one nipple, his fingers kept up a steady rhythm of rolling and pinching the other, and it wasn’t until Elide was groaning in broken rhythm and rolling her hips with abandon beneath him that he switched and started the whole process over again.

Elide let out a high, keening whine at the feelings of pleasure Lorcan was wringing from her body, her hands gripping his hair to keep him right where he was. She felt like he was marking her soul along with her body as he sucked a marked onto the skin just below her left breast, his fingers working at both nipples while he claimed her skin. Elide felt like she could combust from that sensation alone, but she wanted more.

Elide wanted everything, and she wanted Lorcan to give it to her.

Sliding her hands out of his hair and down his back, Elide gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and started pushing them down his hips. Pulling away from her chest, Lorcan lifted himself up so she could get them down easier, and he kicked them off the end of the bed once they were off. As he was about to settle himself between Elide’s legs again, he felt her go utterly still beneath him.

“Elide?” He followed her gaze, and realized that she was staring at his dick, which was clearly visible since Lorcan hadn’t been wearing underwear beneath his sweats. “You okay, baby?”

Elide bit her lip, her eyes wide as she took him in. “You haven’t had underwear on this whole time?” She paused for a moment, before adding, “do you always sleep commando?”

Lorcan loosed a small chuckle, a spark of mischief glinting in his eyes as he said, “actually, I sleep naked. I just put the sweats on when I came to check on you last night.”

She gasped a breath, the air all but punched out of her chest as she realized what that meant. Every night she’d been staying here, Lorcan had been naked in his room. Every beautiful inch of him had been on display to the world - something about that set Elide on fire, and she moaned as she realized she could have him naked in bed with her every night.

His eyes had widened at the sound of her moan, but she just shook her head and reached out to wrap a hand around his cock, frowning slightly as she finally noticed just how big he was.

“Lorcan?” she questioned, hating the nerves that leaked into her voice. “How is something that big supposed to fit inside me?”

His eyes flashed as something like realization slid across his features. “Elide, is this - am I your first?”

She just nodded, heat flooding her face as her hand fell to her stomach. She’d just assumed Lorcan had known she was still a virgin, but having to admit it made her feel like she’d somehow disappointed him. Logically she knew that there was nothing wrong with being a virgin, but her emotions were running high, and she felt herself flush even more when tears sprung into her eyes.

“Oh, love, no, it’s okay. Sweetheart, please don’t cry.” Lorcan cupped her face in both of his hands, pressing his lips to her forehead and swiping his thumbs under her eyes to catch her tears before they could fall. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Taking a breath, Elide found she couldn’t meet his gaze, and settled for staring at his shoulder. “I just - I thought you knew, and now I’ve let you down, and -.”

Lorcan cut her off before she could even finish that statement. “Elide, no. Don’t you dare think anything about you could disappoint me. I don’t care that you’re a virgin. That doesn’t matter. What matters to me is you, baby. You’re everything I’ve wanted for so long. Okay?”

She took another shuddering breath, but the tears still pooling in her eyes were ones of happiness. Pressing her forehead to his, Elide whispered, “okay, baby. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted - I want you to show me everything.”

“Whatever you want, babe. And since you want everything, that’s what I’ll show you.” Lorcan pressed one - two - three gentle kisses to her lips before he traced a finger down the center of her panties. “And, to answer your question - with how wet you are for me, I have no doubt that I’ll fit.”

Elide just nodded, already lost in the sensation of his fingers rubbing her through that last layer of fabric. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she loosed a guttural groan, hooking her fingers in the top of her panties and pushing them off her hips.

Lorcan helped her shove them down her legs, his fingers immediately slipping between her folds. Within seconds, they were slick with her juices, allowing his fingers to slip over her clit as he worked her with the same rhythm he’d used on her nipples.

Barely able to keep her eyes open at the pleasure he was giving her, Elide bucked her hips against his hand, a whimper escaping her as he slipped a finger inside of her. She rolled her hips to meet his every thrust, and it wasn’t long until a second finger was sliding in to join the first, his thumb never leaving her clit as he used his fingers to open her up.

She was keening in earnest now, a high whine leaving her lips as he brushed against that spot inside of her, a spark of pleasure shooting through her nerve endings as he continued to stroke that spot.

Lorcan kept up that same steady rhythm until she was begging for more, her hips practically snapping against his hand. Smirking down at her, he worked a third finger inside of her, holding steady once it was in to give her time to adjust to the new sensation.

Eventually, her hips bucked up, and he moved his fingers, Elide crying out at the fullness. She could hardly contain the sensation, her hands fisting in the sheets and her hips rolling.

Just as she could feel her release beginning to build to its breaking point, Lorcan pulled his fingers out, her hips following them as she whined at the loss. Expecting to feel the head of his cock pressing against her, Elide was confused when she felt Lorcan shift off the bed.

“Lor?”

“Relax, baby, I just need to grab a condom.”

Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around his wrist, pulling her back to him. “I’m on the pill. Please, baby, I don’t want to wait. Please just fuck me.” She raised her eyes to his, biting her bottom lip as his eyes widened at her words. “Lorcan, fuck me?”

Before she knew it, he was back on top of her, the head of his cock slowly pushing against her entrance as he gathered more of her juices on his hand and rubbed them over his cock. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed into her, rocking back a little bit and thrusting forward a little bit more.

Elide worked with him, rocking her hips in time with his as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her. They kept that same pace, Lorcan feeding himself into her an inch at a time, until suddenly he was sheathed inside her.

She groaned as she felt him bottom out, and Lorcan visibly trembled with the restraint it took him to hold still. Elide knew he was desperate to move, but he was waiting until she was ready. She never thought she’d feel so full, and she was convinced there could be no better feeling than this.

She was proven wrong, however, when she rocked her hips experimentally and felt Lorcan move ever so slightly inside of her. The moan he let out was a little broken, and the curses that tumbled out when she did it again were deliciously filthy.

“Fuck, Elide,” Lorcan groaned, his head falliing against her shoulder.

“Only if you start moving, babe,” she quipped, her hands gripping his ass.

Snapping his teeth at her sass, Lorcan pulled back until just the head was still inside her, and held her hips still as she tried to rock forward to get him to slide back in. He waited until she had just started to groan in protest, and then he drove back in, burying himself to the hilt once more.

“Fuck,” she cursed, hips rolling as he started thrusting in a steady rhythm. She locked her legs around his waist, using the added leverage to help him thrust into her, curses and moans spilling from both of them as they worked toward release.

Just when Elide thought she couldn’t feel any more pleasure, Lorcan flipped them once again, stopping when Elide was settled atop him. With the new position and angling, he was somehow deeper inside of her, and Elide’s breath rushed out of her in a gasp as he rocked his hips up and his cock brushed against that one spot that made stars dance in her vision.

“Lorcan, fuck. Right there,” she cried, her words broken by moans and gasps as he drove into her harder, hitting that spot with every thrust.

She reached for his face, but he intercepted her hands, holding both of them in one of his and pulling them over his head. It forced her to lean over him, her breasts hanging over his face. Tilting his head, he captured her nipple in his mouth and sucked, drawing a broken moan from Elide as he continued to thrust up into her.

Lorcan’s other hand came to rest on her ass, smacking it lightly once before gripping it tightly and using it to help guide her over his cock. His grip was tight enough that Elide knew she’d have bruises later, and she found she didn’t care.

For every thrust into her, she rocked her hips back into him, desperate to find her release with Lorcan as his thrusts became more erratic. He released her hands as he drove into her harder and faster, Elide gripping his shoulders to gather extra leverage.

Releasing her nipple, Lorcan claimed her lips in a bruising kiss as he flicked his thumb over her clit, and Elide fell apart, shouting her release into his mouth as it barreled through her. He continued to thrust into her, drawing out her orgasm as she shook, burying her face in his shoulder as she came down from her release.

Gently lifting her off of him, Lorcan wrapped one hand around his cock as Elide settled herself on his legs. He began to stroke himself, knowing he was only seconds away from finding his release as well.

Watching as his thighs tightened in anticipation, Elide leaned down and took him in her mouth, the feeling of her tongue sliding over the tip of his cock sending him over the edge with a loud groan. Lorcan’s hips bucked as he came, Elide doing what she could to take everything he gave her. When she couldn’t take anymore, she pulled him out of her mouth, the final spurt of his release falling over her chest.

Lorcan panted as he came down, eyes landing on the mess he’d left on Elide’s skin. “Love, you didn’t have to do that. Not that I didn’t love it - because I did - but you didn’t have to.”

She just pressed a kiss to his shoulder, beaming with pride at the fact that she’d made him fall apart like that. “Trust me, Lor, I’ve wanted you in my mouth for a very long time.”

Though she knew he couldn’t get hard again so quickly, his cock twitched slightly in a valiant attempt as a moan fell from his lips. Giggling, she pressed another kiss to his shoulder before climbing off the bed. Lorcan’s hand caught hers before she could slip away, pulling it to his lips and pressing a kiss to her palm.

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”

“Well, someone got me all dirty,” she started, tapping his nose for emphasis, “so I figured I’d get a shower to clean myself up.” Pulling her hand away from him, she strutted to the bedroom door, an added swing in her hips.

When she reached the door, she turned back and said, “care to join me, babe?”

Lorcan was across the room before she finished speaking, scooping her up and carrying her toward the bathroom, her laughter echoing through the apartment.

His laughter joined with hers as he carried her into the shower, and, to Elide, that was was the best sound in the world.

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=> A Friendly Secret Visit.

chimericarchitect Howdy! I wanted to ask about the rods and how that was coming along.

xxforsaken-angelxx aww shit yeah i got them i just slipped on messagin you

chimericarchitect Neat! So, let me know whenever it is clear for me to come and get them and I'll do that.

xxforsaken-angelxx gotcha > You'll send her a time for later today, after your shift is over.

chimericarchitect > Presumably he will send updated coordinates since it's a ship in space and you will, at the time allotted, go there to pick up the rods. It'll be great.

xxforsaken-angelxx > He will, and she'll be teleported straight to his block.

> Or at least part of his block. It visibly looks like a study, with floor to ceiling shelves on the two walls without doors that are loaded with jars of herbs, crystals, bones, and basically any other magical trinket that gets used in his kind of trade. That and what's probably a fairly narrow curation of books, most of them looking old or otherwise well loved.

> You're at your desk nestled in there, in front of an oddly old looking computer. You're dressed in full goffik attire, with the boots and the long coat and the whole nine yards.

chimericarchitect > Saness might like what she knows of Grinmaww, she might think he seems a pretty decent troll, but that doesn't change the fact that he is an unknown. She is dressed accordingly, in what she used to consider 'cool adventurer attire,' something good to tussle in or go for an impromptu roam. It consists of a sturdy white vest over long dark sleeves, equally white boots over flexible black pants, an overly vibrant neckerchief, and a wallet chain on her hip that definitely doesn't connect to a wallet. With her sunglasses up in her stark-white dandelion puff of curling hair, useless but available, Saness looks like a starry-eyed kid dressed up as a cosplay biker.

> She arrives in a blossoming yellow-green light, accompanied by the sound of something stretching sharp, the hollow bell-tone echo of a rubber band snapping, an unnaturally compressed static twang. It's only a fall of a few inches to the floor of the ship, boots tmp-ing with the weight of her existence as the glow recedes as rapidly and efficiently as it had appeared. With her face fully exposed, it can be noted on a glance that her hair grows in this shade. That, or she spends way too much time dying her eyebrows and lashes.

> Immediately Saness looks to Grinmaww, the full attention of 5' 10" of dimension-hopping globetrotter drawn right to him by some force unknown. There is a sort of reckless energy to the way she carries herself, careless of her color, focused intently and intensely on the only other troll in the room. It lingers for a heavy second, gears turning behind her eyes, before scattering nearly as immediately under the force of her own curiosity and whimsy, the dopey little 'o' of her mouth and the perplexed pinch of her brow turning to a wowed smile while the slightly flighty hands-out posture of her arms falls to her sides as she straightens. Her eyes gleam when they catch light, a reflective plate of lime snapping here and there over all of the fascinating and colorful doodads filling the walls of this space.

> "My dude, you are absolutely killing this aesthetic."

> She defaults to common Alternian, for all purposes friendly and easygoing in tone, if a little bright with excitement.

xxforsaken-angelxx > That cracks him up immediately, after those few seconds of regarding each other in silence. His face is...oddly stretchy, the skin pulls a little farther than most people when he smiles.

> Which is why he doesn't, when he rises out of his office chair to full 6'5" stature. It's not exactly an Ampora Resting Bitch Face, his eyes stay friendly, but there's all the signs of someone who keeps their expressions trained.

"Well shit, mission fuckin' accomplished then. I'm diggin' your whole look too, though. Y'look cute."

> And how dare she, frankly? Meeting someone from a whole other universe was supposed to be a big deal, both from a mental and security standpoint, but here she was waltzing up with the aura of a box of novelty rubber ducks. It's hard to be all serious at that, bah.

chimericarchitect > Cute, huh? Saness grins a little wider, something easy and lopsided. She's being very loose with her expressions, leaning heavily into what charisma she possesses over her own stranger-danger default; there has not been one single Eridan in the history of fish-or-otherwise bastards that she has ever gotten along with, but in counter she has a great and hopeful fondness for Makaras and clowns in general. All she has to do is be her charming self and *surely* things will work out. Surely. So far so good, right?

"Well shit, mission fuckin' accomplished!" she intones in quick mimicry, momentarily affecting his cant and general tone of bearing. That too falls away, dripping from one instant to the next with the pulse of a rabbit. A flourish places her splayed fingertips over her chest, the goofish mockery of a stuffy tilt to her chin. "Saness Casper Psuede, The Mischief, at your service and pleased to finally meet you, Grinmaww!"

> She is, perhaps, a bit much at full-tilt, hyped to be here and make a solid first impression. Ideally, Grinmaww will like her as much as she hopes to like him. That's the plan. The scheme. The big cannoli. *Maybe* this critically informal introduction will entice him into relaxing as well. A girl can dream.

xxforsaken-angelxx > Hearing his drawl coming out of her makes him laugh again, and he instinctively tries to go for a handshake. Just a casual one. Business casual.

"Man, you're somethin', arentcha? And somethin' that should use Mischief more often, that's a good one."

> Truth be told, he was already fond of her. Being in the position he was, he tended to like people who had a different view of the world, and Saness kept fitting that to a T. Even discounting her inherent otherworldly-ness, she was people smart in a way he couldn't manage, and just...had a certain way of things. Maybe a way that clashed with his way sometimes. But it was an interesting way, and an interesting clash.

> Sure being the leader of a big ass ship also put him in that same zone of inner stranger wariness, but y'know. So far so good!

"Nice to finally meet you too."

chimericarchitect > The Dreaded Handshake, As The Prophecy Foretold. With how sharp she keeps her claws these nights the best she can do to cover up is to wear fingerless gloves, but that is inconducive to the possibility of reacting to danger, and she anticipated that the ever-present threat of engaging in polite society might rear itself anyway. Thus, a counter arrangement has been prepared in advance: completely naturally, despite her lack of hand cover, as if this was the response expected of her, Saness reaches past Grinmaww's outstretched palm and clasps his covered forearm. A bracing, friendly gesture!

> It's loose enough an action that she doesn't have time to react to new information, or to accommodate the unexpected. From this close, she can feel her hair standing on end, a fresh tingle across the nape of her neck. This isn't Chill Boss Aura, the weight of his presence more intense with proximity, but rather something else entirely. Something otherworldly. The trouble with keeping her features emotionally available and reactive is that, they are, in fact, emotionally available and reactive. Her eye scrunches slightly and her smile ticks one degree toward uncomfortable on the matching side.

> Braced like this, she gives his arm the single handshake pump of proper business, albeit a fraction of a second delayed.

> Quick, say something.

"Ah, yeah, you think so? I thought it was kinda, heh, on the nose. If somebody were to roll up and introduce themself with the title of 'Mischief' you'd have certain expectations, I'd think."

xxforsaken-angelxx > Eridan isn't oblivious enough to miss her sudden awkwardness, but it's also not like he knows his own aura, or any other reason Saness might avoid handshakes. In his mind he just went too formal, like a dumbass. He goes a touch sheepish when she goes a touch awkward, and flicks his hair and plays it cool when she lets go.

> The third eye he draws in his paint wasn't peeking through his bangs until now.

"I mean, sure. But that kind of expectation would probably get you some friends around somewhere like here. Mischief and clowns go together, right?"

> Hopefully, at least?

chimericarchitect > Once released she gives him a conspiratorial smile, waggles a finger, and says, "Those mischievous clowns," in that fake-cursing sort of tone, meant to confirm his assertion.

> Now that she's aware of an otherworldly presence, she is Aware of it. It's kind of just all over the place, isn't it? And her new friend appears to be the epicenter...

> From this point out, her attention is going to be partially split. Whatever it is, it doesn't *feel* directly threatening, but it's definitely unlike the clown deities she's met. It's... not quite familiar. Grinmaww's angels? But it doesn't feel like the angels she's known either, not... quite... Perhaps they aren't angels at all. That's the unsettling part. People and things that identify as other things can have a lot of reasons for doing so. Half the angels she's met weren't so nice anyhow...

> Most of the time she keeps her attention politely fixed on Grinmaww, but it slips through him or past him here and there, occasionally flitting elsewhere in the room. Saness cannot help but be wary in the back of her mind.

> Uncultured, she points right at his face.

"In every timeline I've visited or heard of, face paint holds a lot of personal significance to the clowns who wear it." Her arm drops to her side and she rocks on her toes in a gentle and harmless fidget. "Is it too personal to tell me about? I'm curious."

xxforsaken-angelxx > There's those in the church that don't believe that *any* of the entities are who they say they are. Some believe they're all more of a subconscious figment than anything else- not nonexistant, per se, but a form to let the troll mind comprehend something uncomprehendable. Eridan does believe in his angels, but he's not... unfamiliar, with the idea that they might not be so straightforward.

> He doesn't know that's what's on her mind, but *they* do. They can sense her attention. They know she can feel them. And they...want to play nice, actually. Yes they're everywhere, yes they have him in their grasp, but does that have to feel so bad? They can at least try to be a bit more friend shaped.

> Meanwhile, their host gets thrown by that question. Not in a defensive way, just in a purely off-guard one.

"Uh, no, it's not, it's-" He gestures, aimlessly. "It's not actually *that* big of a thing? For us? Like it's real fuckin' important, don't get me wrong, but it's not like- it's not *sacred.* It's fashion."

> He shoved his hands in his pocket, and gave his jacket a bit of a flounce.

"I uh...picked mine when I was pretty young. The whole painted on smile and the tears and the secret eye. It's all kinda obvious. But I still like the vibe. Still me and such."

chimericarchitect > Saness can... kind of feel them, the attention of Grinmaww's angels in response to her awareness. She can detect the things they broadcast most blatantly, the more gentle way they coil, the intentional friendliness. Perhaps an act like that would put a more paranoid troll on higher alert, but where most people have a healthy level of mistrust for the unknown, developed or instinctual, Saness has stubbornly hoarded olive branches to clumsily brandish at anything that exists. If they want to be friendly, then by the stars, Saness is going to give them her reckless trust and put her faith where her mouth is.

> Understanding that the angels are at least *similarly* aware of her the way she is aware of them, Saness begins working through the process of lowering her mental hackles, just as intentionally relaxing as they intentionally displayed peace. She loves being cool and playing nice, well and truly.

> It helps that Grinmaww is so cute. Look at him, fumbling and fluffing his feather. Normally she would giggle at him, laughter comes so easily to her, but with her focus split, all she does is smile fondly. It feels safe enough to relax around him, and they all vibe together as a unit, so... Yeah. Everything is cool and she is pleased to make more than one acquaintance. Yep. That's what she's rolling with.

"So, dedication to fashion is really important, but being a clown is not an organized religion beyond being purple and... being goth..." The last part is said almost like a question. "Would you be in trouble if you didn't wear paint, if it isn't sacred? What about like, partial coverage? In public and stuff. Oh, and, um, the whole... distinction thing. Goth is more elegant? Than punk? Or like, grunge, or emo. Are you supposed to dedicate yourself to YOUR aesthetic or is there a dress code? Is 'goth' an important word? Does equating it to other aesthetics come across as rude?"

> Special Move: One Thousand Needling Questions no Jutso.

xxforsaken-angelxx "You don't get in *trouble* for not wearing the paint, no. Like, most people around here wouldn't want to be out an' about without it or nothin', but just in the way anybody else who wears a lotta makeup wouldn't. Partial coverage's fine, too. I know this one chick who does a pattern with half her face, 's'cool as hell. And there is absolutely not a dress code beyond legal modesty and safety regulations, I almost can't believe you gotta ask that."

> He says it with fondness, as he leans up against his desk. He could talk about this stuff forever, he just had to settle into the rhythm of it. His gods seemed to enjoy it too, maybe, almost curling up beside him once he got on a roll.

"Self expression is important to us. It's an inherent part of our magic. We're all brought together around a school of thought with magic that's about experimentation and what you feel, so, like. If you're callin' up the damned with scryin' bones, why the fuck *shouldn't* you wear a full black velvet cloak, y'know? Why not wear it out to get a sandwich every night, if that's what makes you happy?"

"So comparin' us to punk or whatever else is rude just 'cause it's not us. We have an ideology, and punk has a totally different ideology, an' none of us really want to be lumped together when it doesn't stand for the same thing."

chimericarchitect "Then... what is the goth clown ideology? Under that umbrella of self-expression and exploration... are there pretty pastel clowns, peppy and chipper, or clowns that... essentially aren't goth? That sounds really kind of cool though, being encouraged to pursue happiness in the empire. Are there purplebloods that aren't clowns, or is it kind of mandatory?"

> Saness is slowing down a touch, pretty sincerely fascinated by this topic. Culture in general is wildly engrossing, but she has a particular passion for the heavy familial nature of mirthful society.

> She follows his lead, to a degree, crossing her arms and resting her weight unbalanced on one leg, hip cocked out just slightly to accommodate. Very laid-back. One foot taps, keeping time with the pace of her thoughts.

"And, I mean, I *assume* it's just purplebloods and not other colors that join the faith in your society, but it doesn't hurt to ask. Doctrines and ideologies tend to conceptually elude me, but I do so love to hear about them."

xxforsaken-angelxx "Just purplebloods, but it's not mandatory, no. Most of us end up here anyways, but there's plenty that don't. And..."

> There's a pause as he chews on his words a bit. He's had to explain something to this effect several times before, and every time it's a little different. A little closer to what someone who's Grand Highblood might say.

"We think that belief is the most important part of magic. The rituals you do and the entities you work with are just...methods. What makes it *work* is what you feel. And if you *know* that, then you can take your belief and apply it on purpose to somethin' workin' to your advantage. So we just... believe in doin' what personally works for you. Celebratin' what personally works for you. There's no reason you can't be cheery and also goth, or be some pastel fuck and also goth. We're only gonna question you if *you* don't think you're doin' it right. You have to believe you are. Genuinely."

chimericarchitect > Saness inclines her head, an inquisitive pinch to her brow. It's not fully intentional, but she keeps mentally checking in on the spectral presence surrounding Grinmaww, akin to curious little 'are you still there' pokes while he talks.

"That's what goth is? Celebrating the self?"

> Her expression smooths away and she straightens with a soft laugh.

"I mean, heh, wow." She waves a hand, gesturing over his whole him.

xxforsaken-angelxx "I have no idea what you're talking about," he says, playfully shaking his head.

> The angels are also very there. They're Always there. Or at least, some of them are. Sometimes there's more, sometimes there's less, but there's always *something*.

> They tend to poke back, too. It's fun having friends.

chimericarchitect > She shakes her head, still smiling.

"Alright, so, next question. I think I saw the answer before on tumblr maybe, but I don't remember it at the moment. Can you always sense your angels?"

> Yeah she came here with a purpose, but Saness has never been very business-oriented. She hasn't been here long enough for the recycled air to bother her, she's barely been here long enough to appreciate the fact that she's in space. Vacuums and stable pressurized ships aren't as easy to replicate, she's kind of lucky not to be experiencing some kind of reaction to the environment. The thought is starting to creep into her head, the idea that there could be so much more to see.

> Somewhere in the bowels of this contraption, Hydromatic dangles in some kind of torture stasis.

xxforsaken-angelxx > Somewhere, Hydromatic is at their station, filing through dozens of simultaneous requests and trying to scrape up the spare seconds to fantasize about their matesprit. Piers is somewhere as well, possibly finishing his shift.

> And the ship is just generally bustling with life. It was a massive place, filled with a town's worth of purplebloods. Each one had their own magic, their own loud style, their own gods...

"Pretty much always, yeah. Sometimes I get distracted, but they're always there."

chimericarchitect "Does it still get lonely sometimes, even if you're never alone? How old were you when you like, met them? And, um..."

> Saness glances toward the door and lets her continuation hang in the air for a moment, not quite stilling so much as slowing her idle animation. There's a lot to consider, all the mystery and intrigue just beyond, but she knows full well she'd never be allowed to pass through. Not in a thousand sweeps. What would she even do? Act like a lost tourist and get Grinmaww into trouble?

> She slides her focus back into the room, back onto her host and off of stray thoughts of the fantastical. Her hands go into her pockets and she gestures toward him with a shrug of her shoulder.

"Are the subjects of everyone else's devotion so present as yours? Can you sense or otherwise detect them yourself?"

xxforsaken-angelxx "I'm not the lonely type. But I met 'em when I was like...five-ish? Which is young, for us. I had more resources than most wrigs would've, an' I just...had a strong pull, I guess."

> A strong pull and a florid imagination. His eyes follow hers before he can get too wrapped up in thinking about his old hive life, though. If it were anybody else, he'd be glad to show her around the ship. There were constant visitors on the Hydromatic, so one more wouldn't be terribly out of place.

> As long as they were like, actual Imperial citizens with travel paperwork. And not of a blood color that didn't exist here. So unfortunately that wasn't happening, even if they both wished it would.

"...I don't think everybody's are. Kinda depends. But magic just has a vibe, I can feel that usually."

chimericarchitect > ...Huh. What if he's picking up magic vibes off of her? Wicked undid those... locks or whatever, and she did attend a single quarter of lessons at the magic college, even if she was pretty much fully incompetent with her abilities. She would think, 'nah, they're totally different things probably,' but here she is and she can sense his angels, so... maybe not? But maybe it's like, a warlock thing, rather than strictly a magic thing. She doesn't have a magic sugardaddy hovering around her twenty-four seven for him to detect. Or even like. Sugardaddy La Croix. Residual sugardaddy. Hint of having been near a sugardaddy that might have side-eyed her once.

"Well, the angels seem really pleasant and friendly, and if that says anything about you then, heh." Even with all of her training Saness's face is soft, tender cheeks squishing firm when she smiles. It doesn't stretch like Grinmaww's or Ringleader's. "How old do clowns normally take on a patron?"

xxforsaken-angelxx > The magic here *was* different from magic elsewhere, but mostly in how certain the clowns were of its mechanics. Magic was considered an action, a movement of energy. It wasn't something just sitting around in people willy nilly, in their minds. Without something actively magical lying around, there was nothing he was attuned to sense.

> His face softened a little at her compliment, and a small "Aww" slipped out before he could think it through.

"It uh, depends though. Six is when most people really start socializin' online, and that's a big factor for decidin' to participate in the faith. So seven-ish is the most common for gettin' serious with contactin' things, as far as I know."

chimericarchitect > A little 'o,' either of interest or surprise, anoints her.

"Did you meet them before you met any other clowns or joined the faith then?"

xxforsaken-angelxx > His eyebrows raise a little.

"Before I met any other clowns, yeah. But I was pretty set on being involved since I could read what I had about it."

chimericarchitect "Did I ask something strange? Sorry."

> Saness tries to play it cool, another pretty flash of a somewhat sheepish smile, but she is a weenie and the lift of Grinmaww's eyebrows causes her to fret a secret amount.

xxforsaken-angelxx > He tries to look reassuring. Or as reassuring as a much taller goth clown can.

"Nah. Just haven't had anybody ask that. Nobody really asks an heir how they started, y'know?"

chimericarchitect > It works, she's as easily reassured as she is unsettled. Intent is always WAY more important than appearances to little ol' Saness. She tilts her head, birdlike. Why *wouldn't* anyone ask?

"Well... How *did* you start?"

xxforsaken-angelxx > Eridan stews on that for a second, digging through his memories of his old swamp hive for the answer he was looking for. Then, when he found it, he very seriously said:

"Clown grubby books."

chimericarchitect > Her mouth opens, and then it closes. She considers this. Raises a finger. Opens her mouth again with the sound of an H turning to a W, then closes it again. A hum. The finger lowers.

xxforsaken-angelxx > He watches her flounder, and provides nothing. There's a smile in his eyes. Specifically a :o)

chimericarchitect > It ends with her giggling, one arm crossing her front to rub at the other. Her general demeanor has an air of vulnerability at the shift, gentle and earnest in both the way she speaks and the way she looks at him, smiling soft as a peach. Saness's eyes still gleam to an unnatural degree, the ever-present predator, but she's about as scary as a snail covered in dew drops.

"Sorry, that sounds really cute Grinmaww... Were they pop-up books? I hope you had a pop-up book, I have a little collection of those, I think they're very charming..."

xxforsaken-angelxx > He ends up laughing back at her, crossing his arms and actually smiling a little. She's so cute? She's so cute. Why does everything happen so much.

"Of course they were pop-up books. Like just one of 'em but what kinda church would we be if the grubby book wasn't a pop-up one. That'd be bullshit."

chimericarchitect > Her smile widens eagerly, the rubbing arm stopping in more the fashion of a half-formed self-hug.

"I wish I could read them. Obviously it inspired little you? You're here and all, and you seem happy to."

xxforsaken-angelxx "I sure am. Love this place, always have."

> He glances at one of his bookshelves in particular, scanning for a particular spot and then stammering.

"I uh- I still have the pop-up one. Like just a newer copy, lying around. You could, uh...I'd let you borrow it, for as long as you have the tubes, if you want. It's not like it has anything too secret."

chimericarchitect > Saness covers her mouth when she starts laughing this time, both hands. It lasts a good moment, eyes scrunched up with a fond sort of mirth once more. She's been charmed, how dare he. Like really, how dare he. This isn't the troll she made this trip to make friends with!

> And yet, she can't say she minds the direction this is going. Not one bit. What a good place this must be with leadership like this.

> She lowers her hands to rib-height, curled into loose and amicable fists.

"Really?" She pauses to nibble her lower lip, literally biting back another short string of giggles. "If you don't mind, I'd very much like that. Really."

xxforsaken-angelxx > Phththhghbhbhb, goes the clown. There's indignant hand waving and everything. He's trying to be NICE and she has the AUDACITY to like. Handle it in a playful friendly way. Rude.

"I don't mind at all, just lemme fuckin-"

> He strides over to the bookshelf in question, pulling out the thick little book from the spot it's been tucked away in, among serious magical tomes.

> The cover has a generic looking purpleblood wriggler, notably un-goth. They're curled up against a sheeplike lusus in a cool-toned forest scene, watching a glittery butterfly float overhead. A gold whimsical font proclaims that "Magic is Everywhere!"

> He shows her this for a second, then places it next to the other things she came here for.

chimericarchitect > Look at this guy. What a guy! A guy who keeps a copy of his wrigglerhood pop-up book in his block! A guy that would lend it to a near-stranger with a smile! A guy that bends and breaks the rules to do whatever is best or most interesting! A guy that doesn't get annoyed when he makes other people laugh! A guy with a really impressive propeller hand dance!

"What, you aren't going to flip through it with me? Don't you want to take a trip down memory lane with your new friend~?"

> Saness flounces along in Grinmaww's wake, leaning around him to rappa-tap a dance of her claws on the cover before he can fully rid himself of the book. She no longer minds the increased density of his aura by proximity, having decided that yes, they are friends now. It's a mostly-sincere question carried on a teasing tone that leaves him room to turn her down without anything getting awkward; he can brush her off as playing or he can take her seriously and crack open the book, and neither answer would be wrong.

xxforsaken-angelxx > Her hands get lightly swatted away. Bap, bap bap. It's kind of fortunate that he has a boyfriend now and everything, otherwise he'd still be terribly unused to people just...approaching him.

"Look, if I'm gonna give this thing to my 'new friend~'," he says, mimicking her badly, "Then I want you to enjoy this the proper way, which is all curled up at hive or whatever. It's the cozy kind of wriggler book. Don't at me."

chimericarchitect > Saness accepts her defeat with wiggly fingers, politely stepping back out of the range of his personal space. She is a self-satisfied creature.

"Cozy wriggler book, you've got it."

> She stuffs her mitts back into her pockets (all better, no touchy) and resumes rocking from heel to toe, watching Grinmaww with interest.

"I have so many more questions for you, but like, I realize this wasn't supposed to be a social visit and you are a very busy troll." Gotta check in. Gotta give him an out.

xxforsaken-angelxx > He settles back into leaning up against his desk, all casual like. But clearly with his feathers playfully ruffled. If it weren't for the paint there'd probably be a bit of a blush...which Saness might can guess anyways, with how much time she spends with clowns.

"Nah, I don't mind. Once I'm off work it's not like there's anything I'm supposed to be doin'."

> That and he's really enjoying her company. But he can't just like, say those words out loud, right?

chimericarchitect > That's enough of an invitation for her! Beaming, Saness makes an invisible 'desk' out of her psi and leans back against it, copying him like the silliest roly-poly.

"Great! You're even cooler than I'd hoped, I like talking to you."

> Apparently she can just say whatever the fuck she wants, unabashed while in her element. A single clap!

"Tell me about your lusus!"

xxforsaken-angelxx > There's clear amusement in her parroting, but also...a lack of questioning how the fuck she's doing that. Miming is a pretty common skill around here, after all.

"A goat? But like, a fish goat. An angler fish goat. Real big fucker that'd go around the swamp eating basically anything."

> There was a bit of disdain in his voice. It's fairly obvious that he didn't have a *great* opinion of his goat figure.

"Think I gotta pass that one back at you, though. What was your lusus like?"

chimericarchitect "Uh, well..."

> She would be more phased by having bonked so clumsily into the Makara-standard experience of bad wriggler-lusus relations, but Grinmaww just asked a bit of a tricky question. It's obvious that Saness has to really consider how to answer this; for a moment she even looks off to the side, brow pinched.

"I don't really remember my lusus. I had a guardian, and she was a troll."

> The "sort of" that follows is said lower. How does one smoothly segway into 'I have amnesia and also the troll that looked after me when I came-to was actually some kind of life-force golem'? The answer is, you don't. You just don't.

xxforsaken-angelxx > Obviously there's curiosity that arises from that 'sort of.' Like, sort of a troll or sort of a guardian? It's an easy follow-up, and one he doesn't take. Instead, he gives her a somewhat sympathetic look.

"You don't gotta talk about it if you don't want to."

> It's said both sincerely and flatly. He's not effected by whatever emotions she has around the subject, but is okay with them. No judgement, but lots of instinctual professionalism.

chimericarchitect "R-right..."

> The flat tone doesn't feel like it fits with the sympathetic look. Saness does not thrive in professional or formal environments, and even the gentle stiffness is enough for her to trip and flounder over. What is she *supposed* to say? Is this one of those secret codeword things people do when they like someone and want to be polite, but don't actually want to hear what they have to say?

> And besides... *Does* she want to talk about it? It's reflex to say 'no she doesn't,' and that coupled with the above is enough to sway her decision.

"I don't believe I ever got around to asking. Are limebloods extinct in this timeline?"

xxforsaken-angelxx > He *would* be interested, but he's not... supposed to be. Being a boss has it's tolls, one of them happening to be that he has a firm habit of not prying too hard. Any piece of extra information is something that can trip up the works of Imperial bureaucracy.

> So she takes her out and he lets it be, moving on to answering her next question as if nothing happened.

"Yeah, they are. Though the real dock against you is the fact that you don't have paperwork for existin' here. Like, you could go all hemo-anon or whatever an not stand out, but not havin' a travel record would get you in trouble real quick."

chimericarchitect > She's quick to focus on this new topic, grasping at it a bit like a life raft. It was one little hiccup, everything is fiiiiine.

"Really? Travel record? ...I implanted an identity to assume on an Earth once so that I could open a bank account and a few other things, but like, I imagine something like that might be a bit more difficult in this timeline. Earth is just... Not very savvy. Then again, on a standard Alternia, there are LOTS of available identities to assume, trolls die super constantly on the ground..."

> Grim thoughts are grim, and Saness makes a face. This line of thought isn't pleasant, and she isn't neutral about it, no matter how plainly she likes to talk about it.

"Who even checks for those? Everyone I pass in the hall? Do you have to confirm your I.D. at every doorway?"

xxforsaken-angelxx > Eridan points up towards the ceiling and gestures around.

"Cameras. There aren't any in here, but they're pretty much everywhere else. Anyone out of place would get spotted immediately, an' then you'd get flagged down for some questions."

> There's an attempt to not make the word "questions" in that sound ominous. An attempt. But the eyes of the Hydromatic were in fact everywhere.

chimericarchitect "Oh, so the 'travel records' are digital, and Hydromatic can identify people and locate aforementioned records on the spot, and if something doesn't line up, then yadda yadda? Or do you mean, Hydromatic would send security after me or whoever else walked mysteriously out of a closet because they're just *that aware* of every single familiar face and *that aware* of who has gone where? Because, I've got-"

> Saness grabs for her wallet chain, pulling the end of it out of her back pocket. It's definitely still not attached to a wallet; it's attached to a retro sylladex!

"I've got..."

> Operating this thing is not efficient. She's still flipping through it... There's a reason technology moved on without this little pocket-lunk.

"I've got this amulet, it was a gift. A disguise amulet..."

> Fwip fwip fwip... She just wants to show him a neat trick, man... Why does this have to be so har-AHA!!

> With a declaration of triumph, she retrieves a very simple locket on a very simple chain, proudly holding it aloft and grinning mischief at Grinmaww.

xxforsaken-angelxx > He just...lets her. He's the one with an even more old-fashioned looking computer sitting behind him. But he has no idea what exactly a 'disguise amulet' implies. Like, it *feels* magic, but there's a lot of extents that thing could go to. Instead, he just answers her questions.

"It's like a facial recognition system, just with an actual pair of eyes as a step in the process. If you're authorized to be on board here, and also to be in whatever rooms you're goin' in, then everything's fine, mostly."

chimericarchitect > Saness nods along, but she only half-cares about the answer to her question. It's not like she's going to be skulking about on the ship.

"Okay, so, check this out. Do you have any printed photos? Small ones, or ones you don't mind being folded? Magazine cutouts count, it'd just be cooler if it's someone that you recognize from this timeline rather than whoever I have in my pocket."

xxforsaken-angelxx "Uh-"

> Now it's his turn to awkwardly fumble around for something. He turns to start going through his desk drawer, pushing around this and that. There was a lot in the damn things. A few pipes, art supplies, spare papers, weed...

> Eventually he found a photo tucked away amongst it all, and handed it over.

> It's a picture that was only able to print halfway for some reason or another, leaving only one person in the image. Said person is Nymede, the Hydromatic's lead IT specialist. She was in an open shoulder top and hot pants and fishnets, with big fuzzy legwarmers. Her face was half obscured by a gas mask, and she had bright purple and fuchsia hair extensions.

> She was...probably in the helmsblock, or near it, there was biowire visible behind her, but there was no sign of Hydromatic themselves.

chimericarchitect > Is it void nonsense? A lack of ink? Some sort of printer malfunction? A certain helm being fussy about their picture being taken and purposely botching the job? The world may never know, and further, the world is unconcerned. Saness accepts the photo and gleefully pops open the locket. There was already a photo inside - one of Saness that has been color-edited to have black hair and ordinary teal eyes - that she hastily replaces with the photo of this very Fashion(tm) clown person. She gives it a playful jostle once it's closed away.

"Now, hang on, this is the cool part-"

> The moment she slips the locket over her head, Saness is no longer standing in the room. Instead, in every physically perceivable way, Nymede has replaced her. Eeach visible detail is accurate to the picture, and Saness-as-Nymede gives a little twirl.

"Tadaaa...!"

> It doesn't alter her voice, unfortunately, and Saness still sounds like herself. She moves like herself too, despite whatever change in height there may be, fluffy legwarmers flouncing realistically to match.

xxforsaken-angelxx "Wow what the fuck."

> That was. Perhaps less enthused sounding than he intended, and he cracks up the second after that leaves his mouth.

"Man, what the *fuck*-"

> It is perhaps somewhat alarming to see a perfect clone of your friend, even if you think it's fucking hilarious. Boy is it realistic, though. He saw Nymede just tonight, and he wouldn't have thought twice if she'd been able to mimic her voice. Scary, but incredibly impressive!

chimericarchitect "Isn't it neat? It's basically a hologram. The projection is magic and it has the most basic of shells to give an amount of resistance when touched, but if you pressed against it you would sink through until you touched me. When used to mimic smaller things, the parts that hang out turn completely invisible, but can still knock into things if you aren't careful."

> While she talks Saness is wafting Nymede's arm back and forth, looking it over herself. She has back some of the same energy she came in with, the excitable quickness to the way she carries her borrowed form bleeding into how quickly she talks.

> She pauses only a moment, snapping her attention from Nymede's arm to Grinmaww's face. There's more she wants to say and show him, but she's not the type to sprint on ahead without someone.

xxforsaken-angelxx > He's following along, mostly, the way someone tends to when they're fascinated by something they don't *really* understand. Holograms were a thing in common use here, hard light was something he understood in theory, using magic to create tech-like results was...imaginable, at least?

> Which amounted as far as it being conceivable, and him having no idea how the fuck something like that would actually be made. Miracles, man.

"Neat is a real fuckin' understatement for that."

chimericarchitect > She chuckles and goes to remove the locket, zooping back to her regular appearance with a sideways flicker as soon as the chain is off her neck.

"You can even disguise things as people, or people as things, or things as other things..."

> Saness looks around the room for an easy target that doesn't look like something personal or sensitive, something she could feasibly loop the chain around.

"...and you can keep the chain on the object you want to disguise while keeping the locket somewhere else, it will continue to function so long as neither are destroyed..."

xxforsaken-angelxx > There are, frankly, a lot of Things in this room, so there's a lot of potential targets. There's several large quartz samples of different colors that could easily have the locket wrapped around, or some of his jars of common herbs like rosemary and thyme. Or for something even safer looking, she could nab a big black candle.

> That last part is what really surprised him, though. The parts could work separately? The locket didn't have to be on the chain? It wasn't just the locket that did the thing? How the FUCK did this thing WORK?

chimericarchitect > Badda-boom, she slips the locket off of the chain and wraps the pretty metal in a loose cascade over an unsuspecting candle. Nymede appears where it was, but nearly completely physically static. If the candle was lit, she'll be wobbling her head around in a way that could be considered eerie, mimicking the flames with the limitations of hair and a neck.

> What's more, a candle is much smaller than a person, and... the projection seems to shiver and warp a lot like it is strained, glitching in a way that Nymede *definitely should not be moving* in. Saness seems to find these wild distortions and unnatural behaviors to be entirely hilarious, pointing up at her and giving the whole thing a very good laugh.

xxforsaken-angelxx > It was not lit, just sitting around waiting for use. But that only mitigated the weirdness of this somewhat. Like, here was one of his best friends, in lifelike form, magically superimposed over a candle when she really shouldn't be. The whole thing wibbled around with the uncanniness of a wax figure and the function of spaghetti code.

> He also thought it was fucking hilarious, and laughed with her.

chimericarchitect > They'll likely spend a moment in shared laughter before Saness reaches into the illusion to fumble around and remove the chain. As before, Nymede stretches sideways and zlorps out of existence.

> Saness is still a bit breathy with laughter when she speaks.

"See, that's... I can be anyone, or anything, except maybe - pppbb - a candle, or a spoon, haha!"

xxforsaken-angelxx "That's fuckin' mindbogglin' to me. But impressive as long as you're not tryin' to dodge the guards with bobblehead candle clowns."

> He shakes his head, still giggling a bit. What a time to be alive and in charge of this joint.

"I've been doin' magic for a long ass time an' I've never gotten to see shit like that.

chimericarchitect > A bit more laughter and apparently show-and-tell is over, because Saness is putting her magic tool back into her sylladex - but she courteously remembers to take out the picture and offer it back toward Grinmaww on an open palm.

"The multiverse is a vast place and... I guess I've seen a lot of things!"

> Actually, it was talking to Pierce before that really put it into perspective. She's a veteran of mystery...

xxforsaken-angelxx > The picture gets placed back roughly where it was before, in one of his desk drawers. Possibly not even the same desk drawer? There are only so many things that can be in his goth mind at one time.

"Guess so," he says. "And guess I haven't seen much at all."

> Which was solely exciting to him, really. There was nothing he loved more than learning about the way everything flowed along in the universe. All a vast *multi*verse meant was he never had to stop.

chimericarchitect > Prrp! Saness proceeds to brush herself down for reasons unknown, satisfied with his response. There is a threshold here that needs to be respected, and unlike some of her friends, she's going to try and reel it in before crossing it.

"There are a lot of things I could show you, but I think maybe that's enough for a first meeting. I may not be the most vibrant or interesting tour guide, but I am a willing and attentive one!"

xxforsaken-angelxx > There's a small scoff at that second part, immediately.

"You're plenty vibrant. I do think we're good on the touring for now though, yeah."

> His hand creeps a little towards the collection of things he's supposed to be passing along to her. It's that business instinct again.

chimericarchitect > That was? A compliment? Yeah, no, it's cool. It's COOL. She sure hopes it's a compliment and not some sign that she overwhelmed him though, but if it is then man, it sure does sound like Grinmaww is completely clueless, he should meet her friends, *they're* the vibrant ones... And probably also very literally insane.

> She doesn't fuss when he moves them toward the end of their visit, quirky in her lopsided-smile sort of way. Saness rocks on her toes with her hands jammed deep into her pockets. She'll wait politely for him to gather himself up and bring this meeting to a close; it is his place, after all. Grinmaww is the floor master.

xxforsaken-angelxx > The look he gives her seems to support the compliment theory... But a moment later he's distracted. No objection, time to give her the things. The picture book first, and then the two psychic tube-y things. They're neatly labeled with label machine stickers, one from Pierce and one from Grinmaww.

> They actually came out pretty distinct looking. Both of the glow bits are lit a similar shade of purple, but Grinmaww's is...actually a good bit fainter. He's never really had any other chances to compare himself, though, so it doesn't even strike him as odd. Pierce is just good at shit like this, obviously.

chimericarchitect > Her hands are freed from her pockets! In order! To accept a darling pop-up book! And the actual tools she came for!

"Thanks so much for being such a good sport. I'll get the bracers and your cozy grubby book back to you as soon as I've finished!"

> They disappear from her palms, slorped up by her sylladex like so much loose spaghetti.

"It will take me a little longer than normal to complete these though, as I'm uh, a little bit preoccupied back at hive."

xxforsaken-angelxx > He shrugs, and...smiles just a little. Why must she be so goddamn pleasant all the time always.

"That's fine. Ain't like there's any rush anyways. Just get 'em back when you can."

> There's a moment of realization on his face when he remembers that she's just going to like...zap out of herself out of here. And not use a door. Which means that normal farewell dialogue cues weren't going to happen.

"It was uh, real nice seein' you an' all man."

chimericarchitect > Saness wouldn't know a normal dialogue cue if it bit her full on the bulge, farewell or otherwise.

"Somenight we'll have to figure out how to swap tours for realsies!"

> Rather than saying goodbye or returning the compliment like a civilized or well-adjusted troll, she gives her new friend a big smile and an even bigger dwarpy salute, turning on her heel for dramatic effect as the crackly light consumes her once more.

> Just like that, she is gone.

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