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luminouslumity · 1 year

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So I'm finally writing fanfiction again! I've actually been trying to work on this one for months now and I think I'm finally satisfied with the result!

From the moment they met, Sun Wukong had always taken Tang Sanzang to be nothing but a fool, but he hadn't expected for the same to apply to the others as well. In hindsight, perhaps he should've—unlike himself, they'd all always been far too in awe of the so-called Great Monk to ever disagree with him on anything, Zhu Bajie especially.

"I still say you're making a mistake!" said the Monkey King after they'd left the Lady Bone Demon alone in her prison, her punishment for nearly destroying the entire world! He knew killing was against the teachings of Buddha, but couldn't they have made an exception just this once? She already had a tomb and everything, after all! Might as well finish what they'd started, right?

In response, the Tang Monk sighed and muttered something—likely an insult—before turning to his túdì. "Don't you trust my judgement, Sun-xíngzhě?"

"Absolutely not!"

This earned him a glare from the human while he heard Zhu Bajie snort. "Maybe it's about time you had more faith in our shīfu," the pig demon said as he too glared at the Monkey King.

Sun Wukong scowled; he wasn't surprised by Zhu Bajie's reaction, but it certainly made him feel no less annoyed. How is it that I'm being the voice of reason here? "Well, Dāizi, maybe you should—"

"Enough, Sun Wukong!" Tang Sanzang had stepped in between the two demons, but then he shielded Zhu Bajie after facing Monkey completely. "My decision is final! Besides," he added, glancing at Sha Wujing and Ao Lie, who both stood a little aways from the rest of the group while they spoke to the Empress Dowager Liu Ming, "your shīdì have already agreed that imprisoning her was for the best. So why can't you do the same?"

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth. He hated it whenever the monk got like this, always asking why he couldn't be more quiet like Ao Lie or more patient like Sha Wujing. He'd never say such things to Bajie! It was clear who the favorite was, however little sense it made.

"I'm sorry, Shīfu." The words tasted bitter on the Monkey King's tongue. "Please forgive this foolish disciple for merely concerning himself with the fate of the Mortal Realm." He gave a mocking bow and was about to walk away, until he saw the Empress Dowager heading towards them.

"Bìxià." Tang Sanzang bowed to the regent and both Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie followed his lead.

"Lǎoyé." She returned the gesture before continuing, and despite the mourning period, she smiled. "I was just telling your túdì how I wished to hold a banquet in your honor."

"A banquet?" This got Sun Wukong's attention immediately. At last, some recognition! Well, more recognition, anyway. And how could anyone say no to free food? Yet he looked at the monk with large, pleading eyes anyway; it was an irritating inconvenience that he practically had to get a human's permission to do anything at all these days, but between this and being trapped under a mountain, he knew which one he preferred.

He was pleased to see Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing doing the same, though Lie—even in his human-like form—maintained his usual stoic expression. So that probably meant he was interested too, right? It was always hard to tell with him.

Tang Sanzang, however, looked reluctant. "Would such a thing be appropriate? What with you being in mourning and all. I'd hate for us to take any attention away from the recently deceased."

Somehow, Sun Wukong was able to suppress a growl. So this was how someone could say no to free food. But then Liu Ming laughed and this made him relax.

"I wouldn't be offering if I wasn't sure, Tang-lǎoyé," she said. "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I assure you it's fine, at least for today. You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you? And it'd be a small feast anyway."

"Hm. Well..." The Tang Monk paused and glanced at his túdì. At Sun Wukong specifically.

Does he think I'm going to do something? How unfair! He'd been on his best behavior for weeks now!

But then the monk smiled. Turning to the Empress Dowager again, he said, "That would be lovely. Er, so long as the food is vegetarian, though!"

"But of course!" came her reply, sounding pleased and looking amused. "You and your túdì are not the first Buddhists to pass through Bāoxiāng, Tang-lǎoyé. In the meantime, please feel free to explore the palace grounds. The banquet will be held tonight."

"Xièxie," said Tang Sanzang as they all exchanged respectful bows before the Empress Dowager left.

Explore, huh? Sun Wukong felt giddy at just the thought of it. It was only his favorite thing to do, after all! And with a kingdom as beautiful as Bāoxiāng—with its jade thresholds and golden steps—surely he'd be able to find some magnificent treasures he could... secretly borrow. Permanently, of course.

But then he heard Ao Lie call for him. "Dà-shīxiōng!"

Oh, don't tell me! If the dragon prince had initiated a conversation, then that usually meant one thing.

Sure enough, the Monkey King turned his head in time to see his shīfu unrolling a scroll as the monk made his way towards a tree, with Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing following close behind like ducklings.

"Come along, now," Ao Lie prompted, resting a hand on the stone monkey's shoulder. "If you don't, then you will only get lectured later."

Sun Wukong groaned at this, though he knew his shīdì was right. "But I hate the readings!" the Great Sage whined. Or maybe he just hated it when Tang Sanzang read them. He couldn't recall ever having this problem when he'd trained under Subodhi.

"I know." The dragon didn't sound very sympathetic.

Traitor. Sun Wukong sighed. He could handle a reading for today, right? And besides, there would be plenty more kingdoms to explore later! Just gotta think positive! "Okay." He began to walk towards the others with Ao Lie, and as he did so, he grinned at the dragon prince and said, "But you have to let me braid your hair while we listen!"

A small cloud of mist appeared after the dragon snorted. "How many times must I tell you, I am not an actual horse!"

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Had it not been for the calming effects that came from braiding Ao Lie's hair, Sun Wukong probably would've strangled Tang Sanzang long before the reading had been over. Today's lesson had been on repentance, and the intention couldn't have been more obvious! Why not just recruit the witch while you're at it! the Monkey King had thought when the monk finally finished.

By then, the time for the banquet finally came, and knowing this made Sun Wukong feel a little better as he and the others made their way through the sea of white and towards the Banquet Hall. The Empress Dowager was already there when they'd arrived and beside her was a younger-looking woman.

"This is Wen-fēi," Liu Ming explained as the woman beside her bowed.

"The mother of our future emperor!" There was a proud look in Wen-fēi's eyes as she said this. "And might I say, what an honor it is to be in the presence of such heroes!"

"The honor is all ours," Tang Sanzang replied. "We're just doing what we can to help."

Or make things worse, Sun Wukong thought bitterly.

"And we appreciate it!" The Empress Dowager said quickly. "Now please, let's all take our seats before everything gets cold." As soon as everyone did, she held a cup in her hand and continued. "But first, a toast to our saviors. May they fare well on the rest of their journey and live ten thousand years!" Unlike earlier, there was somberness in her voice.

"And may the kingdom of Bāoxiāng prosper for ten thousand more!" replied Tang Sanzang, smiling with what appeared to be pity.

"Gānbēi!"

It was no problem for Sun Wukong to drink the wine in a single gulp, his previous frustration nearly completely forgotten. Why let his mood be soured when the mortals were showing such gracious (and delicious) hospitality? Seeing a bowl of peaches just near him, he was about to grab one, until he felt a kick to his leg.

"Not until our host has given permission!" Tang Sanzang said in a harsh whisper.

Sun Wukong glared at the monk, which must've been noticed by Liu Ming, as the Empress Dowager then said, "Please, help yourselves!"

The Monkey King did, ignoring the glance Tang Sanzang was giving him. Smug bastard! Sometimes he hated seniority seating; if it were up to him, he'd sit in between Sha Wujing and Ao Lie, the ones who would never judge him for wanting to do things just a little bit differently every now and then.

"Jiějie," came Wen-fēi's voice, snapping Sun Wukong out of his thoughts. "Will you not drink more wine? Why, you've barely even taken a sip!"

Liu Ming regarded the other woman with a look of clear contempt and she replied, "I will not, Wen-fēi. But if you don't wish for the drink to go to waste, you are more than welcome to have it yourself."

Wen-fēi suddenly looked uncomfortable then, but a servant entered the Banquet Hall before she could reply.

"I apologize for the interruption, Bìxià, Wen-fēi," she said, bowing. "But Diànxià is asking for his—"

"Whatever it is, can't one of the servants handle it?" Wen-fēi sounded irritated.

"They've tried," the servant replied. "But he keeps crying."

Wen-fēi simply gave a deep sigh and rushed out of the Banquet Hall without so much as a bow.

Liu Ming, however, seemed relieved. "Thank you, A-Qing. And please, place this in my bedchambers." She held out her cup. "But make sure no one sees you. Otherwise, that will be all."

The servant seemed just as confused as Sun Wukong felt, but she took the cup from the Empress Dowager anyway, bowed, and left.

"What was that about?" asked the Monkey King.

"Oh, just that my cup was poisoned—just mine, though, so none of you need to worry." Her tone was so casual that she might as well have been talking about the weather.

This didn't stop Sun Wukong from looking at Tang Sanzang with concern while the others pushed their own drinks away. The monk looked pale, but that was likely due to shock more than anything. "Do you feel well, Shīfu?" he asked regardless, his voice urgent. "Shall I go look for medicine?"

"I-I feel fine, Sun-xíngzhě," he replied. The others nodded as well when Sun Wukong looked at them for confirmation, though this clearly didn't do much to lessen the tension.

"You seem far too calm for someone who's just been through an assassination attempt!" said Zhu Bajie. "Two if we count the Lady Bone Demon!"

Liu Ming continued to give off an unconcerned look. "Five, actually."

"Five!?"

"Wen Fan has made it no secret that she wishes to be named empress in my stead," Liu Ming continued. "My husband wasn't one to turn any peerless beauty away and we made a brief alliance when Ivory—er, Lady Bone Demon—arrived, but now that she's gone, things have quickly gone back to normal."

"Er, normal?" said Sha Wujing.

"I can understand." Ao Lie ate a bit of rice before continuing. "I've just about lost count of how many times someone has tried to harm my family." Once again, the tone was casual.

"I'm so glad I remained a monk," Tang Sanzang whispered and Sun Wukong patted his shīfu's shoulder in comfort. The Monkey King had been no stranger to attempts on his life, either, but he couldn't remember ever being as calm about it as Ao Lie and Liu Ming were now. Dealing with demons seemed much easier than having to put up with courtly politics.

"Do you have any children of your own, Bìxià?" Ao Lie asked the Empress Dowager. Both seemed oblivious to the discomfort in the room.

"Three," Liu Ming replied at once. "Only daughters. Two have already been married off, but the third... my little Baihua..." Her voice cracked a bit. "She was meant to be my husband's heir since I couldn't give him a son, but she disappeared thirteen years ago and there's been no trace of her since!"

"My condolences," Tang Sanzang said, his eyes filled with pity. "Should we find your daughter as we proceed with our journey tomorrow, we'll be sure to let you know."

Liu Ming blinked back tears and nodded gratefully.

"Do you think Wen-fēi had something to do with it?" Ao Lie asked.

She shook her head. "She joined us only five years ago. And for all her... ambitions, waiting that long to make herself known would be unlike her."

"Well, that's comforting," Sun Wukong said sarcastically.

"In any case, I plan to address her treason to the council tomorrow." After taking a bite out of a peach, she added, "The cup should be more than enough evidence to finally get her arrested. Then her son, Zhao Jin, will come under only my care until he comes of age."

There it was, that feeling of discomfort again. How was any of this considered normal? I'm lucky my little ones are loyal, Sun Wukong thought, a familiar ache in his heart. How much longer would it be before he could return home? If he ever returned home.

"Do you need protection until tomorrow, Bìxià?" Sha Wujing asked.

The Empress Dowager looked grateful despite the shake of her head. "Xièxie, but I assure you, that's not necessary. I wouldn't still be alive if I didn't already know how to fend for myself." But then she frowned and asked, "But speaking of threats, are you sure imprisoning the Lady Bone Demon was the right idea, lǎoyé? What if she escapes?"

"I assure you, she won't," Tang Sanzang replied gently. "And even if she does break free, it will only be after she's reflected on her actions."

"Which she won't!" Sun Wukong protested, his anger returning. Enough of this! He knew he probably should've held back in front of the Empress Dowager, but he couldn't just sit by as the monk gave this mortal false hope, could he? "We all know she won't. And anyway, her ally is still out there, remember?"

"Sun Wukong—"

The Monkey King interrupted the monk. "She tried to destroy the world, Tang Seng! And she very well would've succeeded if we hadn't shown up to stop her in time! How dare you grant her leniency!"

"How dare I?"

"So you admit the punishment was too light, then! Really, Shīfu, I can't believe you'd be so naive!" Sun Wukong was only barely aware of the shuffling of chairs and Zhu Bajie's glare, barely aware of everyone but himself and Tang Sanzang leaving the Banquet Hall.

This obvious attempt to avoid being witness to a potential fight, however, proved to be unnecessary. Because instead of staying to argue, the Tang Monk simply walked away from Sun Wukong as well. The Monkey King didn't try to stop him.

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As a monkey demon made of stone, Sun Wukong didn't need sleep. But even if he did, he knew he wouldn't have been able to anyway. Instead, the Monkey King sat upon a cloud just outside the palace and glared in the direction of the Lady Bone Demon's tomb. Remake the world. Huh! The more he thought about it, the more he realized her desires hadn't been so different from Buddha's teachings. Nirvāṇa and all that. Perhaps that was why Tang Sanzang had decided to show her mercy.

Dāizi! That was the problem with mortals—if they weren't fighting amongst themselves, they became far too trusting for their own good. And then I have to be the one to clean everything up! Not that he minded fighting demons, of course, but was a little backbone from the monk too much to ask for? Maybe then he'd stop getting kidnapped all the time!

Tang Sanzang had been wrong about many things and he was wrong about this, too! The Lady Bone Demon didn't deserve imprisonment, she deserved death! I should've just—

He gasped. Of course! The solution was so obvious! Oh, the monk would be furious, certainly, but what did it matter what he thought? And so what if it would be considered dishonorable to attack an enemy already bound? Someone had to make sure the Lady Bone Demon didn't cause trouble again. He'll thank me for this later. Staff in hand, he began to travel towards the tomb.

Or he would've, had it not been for the chanting. The painfully familiar chanting. "Ahhh!" Sun Wukong keeled over until he fell off his cloud and clutched his head. He then proceeded to scratch at the fillet, though he knew how futile it would be. "Make it stop, make it stop! I'll behave! I promise!" Why had the Bodhisattva of Mercy given the so-called Great Monk such a cruel method to keep him under control?

It took a few seconds, but at last, the chanting—and therefore, the agony—subsided. And he knew this would only happen again, unless, of course, he left the group entirely. It was something he'd thought about so many times now. But Tang Sanzang would never allow that, surely?

"Here." The monk handed him a piece of paper, which Sun Wukong quickly read over.

"Banishment!?" The Monkey King stared at Tang Sanzang, feeling more shocked than angry.

"I wrote it not long after we set out for our journey," Tang Sanzang explained. "I didn't think I'd actually need it, but..." He briefly glanced in the direction of the tomb. "You were right about one thing, Sun Wukong. Not everyone can change. And that seems to include you."

"That's not fair!" Sun Wukong growled and glared at the monk.

"Were you or were you not about to destroy the tomb?"

"I was!" What did he have to be ashamed of?

"Then you tried to disobey my orders."

"Shīfu." Sun Wukong hadn't even noticed the others until Sha Wujing spoke. "Is this really necessary? Wasn't Sun-shīxiōng just trying to do what he thought was right?"

Even Zhu Bajie and Ao Lie seemed to agree with him, with both giving slow nods.

Tang Sanzang sighed, but he kept his face fixed on Sun Wukong. "Do you even wish to stay with us, Sun-xíngzhě?"

Sun Wukong clutched his staff in one hand and crumpled the letter of banishment in the other. "I've made it no secret that I wish to go home, Shīfu."

For the first time, there was no anger or irritation in Tang Sanzang's gaze. Only disappointment. Why did that make him feel worse? "Then gàobié, Sun Wukong. And so help me, if I ever consent to see you again, let me fall into the Avīci Hell!" With that, the monk bowed and then turned away. Zhu Bajie gave Sun Wukong a brief glance and followed after him. Neither gave any sign that they would be returning.

"I-I'm sure Shīfu didn't mean it, A-Kong," said Sha Wujing, glancing slightly downwards and twiddling his fingers while doing so.

"It's likely he'll forget all about this in the morning," Ao Lie added. "You know how Buddhists are. He won't stay angry with you for long."

Sun Wukong gave a mirthless laugh. He wished he had their optimism. "You heard what he said," the monkey demon replied. "He'd much rather go to Hell than see me again! So really, I'm doing both of us a favor." He got on his cloud again, his chest tightening. A side effect from the Tight-Fillet Spell, he told himself. "But you two are welcome to visit Huāguǒshān any time you like. Until then, good luck on the journey to Tiānzhú. But don't listen to either Tang Sanzang or Zhu Bajie, at least not so blindly. Follow your instincts if you feel like something is wrong." It'd worked well for him so far, after all.

"Of course, Dà-shīxiōng," both Sha Wujing and Ao Lie said in unison before exchanging bows with the Monkey King for what would hopefully not be the last time.

Sun Wukong knew he would miss them. And perhaps some part of him would miss Tang Sanzang and Zhu Bajie as well. He had to admit, traveling with them hadn't been as bad as it could've been. But he could no longer tolerate the presence of someone who refused to listen to him, either. This was for the best.

Wasn't it?

Of course it is! Sun Wukong told himself as he rode away on his cloud and straight towards Huāguǒshān. This was what he'd wanted! At last, he was away from the constant reprimands and needless comparisons and especially that damn Tight-Fillet Spell!

Away from... from the kindness he knew the monk was more than capable of expressing, for he had shown it numerous times throughout the journey already. Even towards him.

"If I ever consent to see you again, let me fall into the Avīci Hell!"

Stop that! Sun Wukong shook his head as the monk's final words echoed in his mind. So he had shown a little kindness on occasion while nearly everyone else had scorned him. So what? All they'd done since defeating the Lady Bone Demon was argue, and in the end, none of it had mattered anyway.

What mattered now was finally getting back home, back to his beautiful mountain and loyal monkeys.

Nothing else mattered.

Nothing else mattered!

And perhaps if he told himself this enough times, it would eventually prove true. Even as the tears began to fall.

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NOTES

Shīfu (师父): Master

Túdì (徒弟): Disciple

Shīxiōng (师兄): Senior Brother; Dà (大) is used to refer to the eldest.

Shīdì (师弟): Junior Brother

Jiějie (姐姐): elder sister or an unrelated older female friend.

Lǎoyé (老爺): Venerable Father

Xíngzhě (行者): Pilgrim

A-: Friendly diminutive. Always a prefix.

Dāizi (呆子): Idiot; Zhu Bajie is frequently called this in Journey to the West.

Xièxie (謝謝): Thank you

White: Bái (白), representing death, mourning, and purity.

Gānbēi (干杯): literally means dry cup; an equivalent to saying "cheers" after a toast has been given. Guests are expected to empty their cup in one motion.

Ten thousand years: Wànsuì (萬歲), a phrase used to wish long life.

Fēi (妃): consort

Bìxià (陛下): Majesty

Diànxià (殿下): Highness

Tang Seng (唐僧): Tang Sanzang's courtesy name, the name one receives at adulthood.

Subodhi (須菩提): a disciple of Buddha and Sun Wukong's first mentor.

Gàobié (告别): farewell

Nirvāṇa: A state in which there is neither desire nor suffering, the breaking of karma and the cycle of reincarnation. It is the ultimate goal of Buddhism. I talk about it a bit more here.

Tiānzhú (天竺): India

Huāguǒshān (花果山): Flower-Fruit Mountain

Avīci: one of the twenty-one naraka (hell) in Hinduism and Buddhism, as well as its lowest level. Reserved for those who have committed severe crimes.

Bāoxiāng (寶象): called Precious Image Kingdom in the Anthony Yu translation of Journey to the West, one of the many kingdoms the Pilgrims come across.

In the original story, after Sun Wukong gets exiled for killing Lady White Bone (with Tang Sanzang thinking the Monkey King had simply killed innocents three times over), the Pilgrims meet the kidnapped third princess of the kingdom, nicknamed Bǎihuāxiū (百花羞/Hundred Flowers' Shame) and it's soon revealed that she'd been taken by Huángpáoguài (黄袍怪/Yellow Robe Demon).

After escaping said demon and traveling to the kingdom, the Pilgrims inform the king of his daughter's whereabouts. Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing agree to rescue her, but both disciples are quickly beaten, with Sha Wujing even getting captured as well while Zhu Bajie goes into hiding.

After getting denial of her involvement, Yellow Robe decides to shift himself into a human and visit his father-in-law, where he then proceeds to tell the king how he had saved the princess from a shapeshifting tiger demon, married her, and then accuses Tripitaka of being that same shapeshifting tiger demon after creating an illusion around the monk. The king immediately believes him and has Tang Sanzang apprehended.

With Sun Wukong still gone and the others indisposed in some way or another, Ao Lie (whose name actually comes from adaptations, not the original novel itself) attempts to stop the demon himself by transforming into a palace maiden and attempting to stab Yellow Robe while doing a sword dance, but he ultimately fails as well, getting his leg injured in the process. Zhu Bajie finds him and—not for the first time—expresses a desire to just quit the pilgrimage altogether until Ao Lie calls him out on this and tells him to get Sun Wukong, which he eventually does.

Both the princess and Sha Wujing are rescued after Sun Wukong kills her and Yellow Robe's young children and Monkey soon figures out that the demon actually came from Heaven, with his true identity being Revatī, the Wood-Wolf Star (Zeta Piscium). As it turns out, the princess herself was once a celestial jade girl in charge of tending to the incense. One day, she fell in love with Revatī and he with her, but believing their love to be star-crossed (pun absolutely intended), the two agree to go down to Earth to be together. Revatī is then apprehended and after the princess explains everything to her father, Tripitaka is freed and the Pilgrims carry on with their journey to the West afterwards.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #journey to the west #jttw #sun wukong #tang sanzang #tripitaka #zhu bajie #sha wujing #ao lie #lady bone demon #my writing

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layanasstories · 1 year

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Cause of pain

Part 8

Dan had agreed that I could stay. Only after I had settled down a bit in his spare room, taken a shower and put on my only pair of clean clothes did he come to say that he had forgotten an appointment. "I totally forgot, but I have to get wine and some other drinks because I'm having visitors tonight." Unimpressed, I look at him. "That's not a problem, is it? This is your house. I'll just stay here in the room. You won't be bothered by me." I reassure him. "Are you completely besotted! Cleo, Thomas, Hannah, Lilly, Jessy and Mark are coming for dinner. Everyone would bring something and I would provide enough drinks. So you just join us!" His enthusiasm made me not want to talk my way out of it and I agreed.

Immediately after I agreed I regretted it. How could I be so stupid, with Jake in one room in front of his sisters? And then pretending I don't know him. But I can't back down. Dan has already left to get his errand. He expects a nice get-togerher with all his friends. Would they realise what day it is today? Would they have been as worried as I have been for the past year? One thing I am sure of, I am not going to tell them anything tonight about the body that has been found.

I am still in my room when I hear the front door open, laughter and chatter approaching. It is Dan and Jessy with Cleo in the background telling them to be more careful with the trays they carry. I can feel the smile on my face growing, it has been so long since I heard their bickering. Even though we hadn't known each other for long, it seems like I've had them with me all my life. I don't want to wait too long to join them, before the doubt sets in.

Gently I open my room door and try to walk to the kitchen with little noise. But when I am almost there, Cleo comes around the corner. Surprised, she keeps looking at me and gestures 'come here' with her hand in the kitchen. "Oh yeah that's right!" Do I hear Dan say as Jessy pokes her head around the corner. "Hi, surprise." is all I can stammer and do jazz hands a little akwardly. Both women look into the kitchen with an angry look "Why didn't you say anything?!" Cleo's offended tone makes Dan immediately try to apologise. "Come on." I start "he didn't know about anything either until an hour or two ago.".

"Fine. You are forgiven for this one time." It is Jessy who gives him his forgiveness and turns to me. "I'm so happy to see you, it's been far too long." She says pulling me into a hug. "But what brings you here?" Behind Cleo, I see Dan looking startled, we haven't talked about what we will tell the group. "Well." I start when the doorbell rings and I can't finish my sentence. Jessy releases me from the hug and wants to go to open the door, but I stop her. "I'll open, I'm sure that will be Thomas with Hannah and Lilly. Then you guys set the table."

Expecting it to be the other three of the group, I pull open the door. Only my big smile on my face disappears when I come face to face with Jake. "Oh." Is his first reaction when he sees me. "I can go and cancel, if you want." As irritating as I find it of myself, I can appreciate why he is offering this. "No, that's not necessary. And it would only make the group suspect something. We don't want that, do we?" It sounded much more catty in my head than how I actually say it. "Are you sure?" Uncertain and somewhat worried, he asks his question. "Yes. And let's play our biggest act we've ever done." I say and step aside so he can come in.

"If I understand correctly, they don't know anything." I know him well enough to know it was not for his own sake that he asks the question. "Only Dan knows about the body, and that to my knowledge, that's you." I whisper, not wanting the others to be able to hear me. "You don't plan to rat me out?" I haven't heard him so surprised before. "Why would I want to do that? But this is not the place to have this conversation okay." I cut him off. Especially as I hear someone coming up the hall.

It is Dan who comes to see why it is taking so long at the front door "Hey! You have already made acquaintance I see." He puts his arm around my shoulders and continues "This one is mine, don't try to hijack it away Mark. Find your own!". His roaring laugh makes my ear sing. Jake's eyebrow shoots up knowing not a word of what Dan just said is true. "You know I can simply arrest you for inappropriate behaviour? And swoop her of her feet?" The sly grin on Jake's face almost makes my knees soften. Obliquely I look up at Dan "You have some stiff competition here." I detach myself from him and stand next to Jake to give Dan my sweetest smile, then look at Jake "I might have a thing for men in uniform."

And so the biggest act preformance has started.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood game #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake x player #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fandom

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japhan2024 · 6 months

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The Fun House

WARNING: dubcon words: 1.305 pairing: ian x courtney x shayne

Ian, Courtney and Shayne walked into the place through a giant clown mouth. Neon letters above them read 'Th_ FU_ Hou_e', the e flickering.

"Totally not creepy at all," Shayne joked, still, taking Ian's and Courtney's hands in his.

They walked through a fairly standard mirror maze, waded through an adult-sized ball pit, which was a lot harder than it seemed, and finally, they found themselves in a dimly lit room, where three unceremonial holes in a pink wall. They'd seen nobody at all but now a person in a bunny suit mutely greeted them and gestured for them to walk up to the holes. They could just about squeeze through them, the edges padded with firm foam.

"Are you still sure about this?" Ian asked Courtney. They'd been a bit quiet ever since they'd entered the fun house. But she nodded and gave him a smirk.

"This is going to be so crazy, I am a bit scared," Shayne said.

"Shut up, you love clowns."

"True."

They all went halfway through their respective holes, Courtney in the middle with Shayne on her left and Ian on her right hand side. They giggled to each other. The room on the other side had better lighting. It was a nauseating shade of pink and had some downright creepy stuffed animals sitting on chairs.

"Do you have a clue what that bunny is doing right now?" Courtney asked.

"No, probably getting the lube and the dildos ready?" Ian said.

"This is crazy!" Shayne laughed, but his cheeks were very pink. They all held hands again.

"When will this start?" Ian was impatient. He'd brought his flings here to have some sexy fun, not to get bored. But soon enough, Courtney suddenly stiffened.

"Are they doing you first?"

"I believe so! Wha- my pants are being taken off… someone with cold hands damn, oh, there go my panties…" Courtney stopped talking. She looked around even thought she knew she couldn't see anything that was happening to her on the other side.

"What are they doing?" Shayne asked, cheeks fully red now.

Courtney didn't answer. But she gasped and began to moan and scream.

"Court! Are you okay?" Both Ian and Shayne held her hand tighter and looked at her, concerned yet aroused.

"Fuck! That.. that hurts, but it also feels good… FUCK!" Courtney writhed like she wanted to get loose but she held Ian and Shayne's hands firmly.

It went on for a while. Ian and Shayne were still untouched. Courtney was panting from all the action she was getting.

"No, are they really… I can't take it bigger! Fuuuuuuuuuushiiiit"

Courtney was being pounded so hard, the whole wall was vibrating with each shock. Finally, it seemed to stop. Courtney sighed.

"There were like multiple dicks in me, no joke. I am filled to the brink."

"Wasn't it too rough?" Ian looked at her, so beautiful and innocent, why had he taken her here to be brutalized so harshly? He felt terrible.

"It was very rough, the roughest I've ever been fucked. But now it's over, I feel very light, great even. I signed up for this, Ian. You know that right?"

"Yeah, but I don't know if you knew it would be like this…"

"I trust you," they smiled at him. Ian's heart melted and broke all over again. That day when they met after the pandemic restrictions finally eased, she'd run up to him and hugged him, crying. That's when he'd fully fallen in love with Courtney, knowing his love for them would never be enough, for his heart belonged to somebody already, somebody who he didn't talk to anymore. Shayne was a different story. Ian had always had an eye on him, but only when they'd went out for drinks and had furiously fucked each other in Ian's car afterwards, did Ian really appreciate him. He could take a dick. And he was next up.

"O..Oh." Shayne's eyebrows were raised, his mouth in a slight smile. Ian and Courtney laughed.

"What are they putting inside me? It's some kind of tentacle dildo or some shit, this feels weird!"

"Yeah, you can squeeze my hand," Courtney said, slightly concerned.

"Wow, this is so… oh.." Shayne began to moan and groan and closed his eyes. He was loud, and got louder still.

"This is too much, please…" the pounding continued. Shayne screamed. It was over. He took a deep breath.

"Wow, this is an intense one. I've done this before but they are usually way more gentle. We should complain afterwards."

"I was into it," Courtney joked.

"Annnnd it's my turn," Ian laughed bitterly. He now knew he was in for a lot of pain. Wasn't this called the FUN house, not the pain house? Well, he relaxed his asshole as best he could and hoped for the least-worst.

He was getting undressed and two hands massaged his butt. Then they spanked him mercilessly, like no cutesy spanking, just hard, hard slaps. Ian's eyes watered as he hmf-ed. Then his cheeks got stretched further than he'd ever experienced. A cold, wet rod prodded him. It quickly slid inside and began to vibrate. Ian moaned. The vibration got worse and worse. His anus felt like it was being stretched beyond its limits. But the rod retreated. And the hands returned.

A human cock now entered him. What a relief, Ian thought. He hadn't been keen on taking some fucked up tentacle. He moaned in pleasure as he was being deliciously fucked, and when the person on the other side of the wall came, he felt the semen drip down his legs. However, he didn't get much time to rest because another cock entered him, this one bigger and immediately taking up pace.

"Whoa there.. what are they thinking?!"

Shayne and Courtney looked at Ian now.

For the second time, semen rushed through Ian. And immediately a new dick replaced the old one. This went on for quite a while. Ian was getting tired but then for the grand finale, he got penetrated with the tentacle after all. It felt gross but pleasurable either way.

A circus tune played: their cue to get back through the wall.

Nobody was there anymore. They examined each other. They all bled a bit.

"I am going to sue this place!" Ian said angrily, when he saw Courtney's injuries.

"Hey, I had a lot of fun, I actually am really horny right now. Why don't continue this party?"

"Courtney, we have to at least tend to ourselves first…"

A first-aid kid stood on a table in the corner of the room. Ian carefully disinfected Courtney's scrapes and cuts. Shayne did it himself.

"I'm so sorry, I swear I'll never take you anywhere like this ever again…" Ian said desperately. What a nightmare. Why was Courtney so happy? Was she into this kind of stuff? If she was, then still he was mad because this had NOT been the deal he had with the company that ran the fun house.

"Dude, your poor butt," Shayne commented. Ian's cheeks were bruised purple. He shakily pulled up his pants and helped the other two into their clothes as well.

"I don't think any of us will be able to sit down for a while," Shayne joked. But Ian was in a bad mood.

"Come on, Ian, we had fun, we weren't alone, we had each other to get through it."

They walked out of the building.

"I need some time to cool off, I'm sorry guys."

Shayne kissed Ian, forcefully but very gently.

"Babe, it wasn't your fault. And we're glad to have done this with you."

"Yes," Courtney interrupted and also kissed Ian deeply. "Let's go home, rest up and do my idea for a date next week."

"Ugh, a maid café?"

Courtney smirked slyly.

#kinktober 2023 #WARNING: dubcon #18+#ian x courtney x shayne

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Carol Danvers ~ Impatient Acts: Part 2 (Consequences)

Part one

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 5,129

Includes: choking, brat taming, face slapping, spanking, whipping, degrading, bondage, gagging, vibrator, edging, strap, overstimulation, anal and praise

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"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You practically scream as you clench desperetly around the strap as you cum hard on the toy, shaking in pleasure as some of your white, sticky liquid escapes around the sides of the toy and spreads across your thigh as you clench them together after pulling the strap out.

You hadn't even regained your breath when Carol speaks her final words that night.

"You're going to regret that."

My Captain has ended the call.

You grinned as the memory of that night played through your mind for the hundredth time that day.

As you fiddled with your keys, trying to find the one to your front door, you considered what toy you would use later on. Since you had broken Carol's number one rule you had found yourself doing it again and again without her knowing (mainly due to the overwhelming fact she hadn't called you since).

Despite getting a release that night, it had made you even more sexually frustrated as Carol's threats seemed to follow you everywhere.

You figured if you were going to get punished for breaking the rule once, you might as well break it as much as you wanted because it wouldn't make a difference.

When you stepped into your house you were still under the impression that Carol wouldn't be back for at least a few more days. You hadn't expected her to be sitting in your house waiting for you. And you definetly underestimated how pissed she would be when you saw her again.

Before you could even think about what you would make for dinner you felt a strong presence behind you that slammed you against the wall before you could react.

You winced at the pain of the shock to you ribs and were thankful for your instincts to turn your head to the side so the wall only collided with some of your cheek.

You hadn't even been able to comprehend these issues when the all too familiar intruder pressed themselves fully against your back and wrapped their hand you had come to memorize like your own around your throat.

The intoxicating scent, glimpse of blonde hair, strong hand with slim fingers and especially the feeling of the covered bulge between her legs that couldn't press itself any further against you told you who it was.

"Hey...Carol." You greeted with a grin as best you could with your restricted airways.

Her hand was locked in an iron grip around your throat. Her fingers dug into the side of your neck so firmly you could feel her fingernail breaking and marking the skin as they pressed down on a vital part of the blood flow around your neck.

Combined with her palm threatening to crush your airways with one movement ignited a fire between your legs.

The pressure of both of these actions made you feel undeniably light headed. Carol reduced her force to allow the blood in your neck to continue towards your head when she spoke. After all, she needed you conscious for what she had planned.

"You don't get to call me that right now, brat. Not after what you've done." She said, the bitterness in her voice sending chills throughout your body that you weren't ready to take seriously yet.

"I'd say I'm sorry," you started with a smirk, "but I'm really no-" Carol didn't let you finish. She spun you around, too quick to stop, before slapping you harshly across the cheek.

You were taken aback by the shock and sting across your cheek, not expecting Carol to be in such a sadistic mood so soon.

She turned your body again towards the stairs this time and shoved you in that direction.

"Move." Was all she said before slapping your ass as a warning not to disobey.

You climbed the stairs as quick as you could but stumbled a couple of times, still recovering from the shock of being slapped so hard. Carol chuckled mockingly in response, making you cheeks burn with embarrassment.

You tried your hardest to recover from this though, trying to maintain your bratty nature as long as you could, knowing that was always what got the best performance out of Carol.

Once you stepped into your bedroom you wandered towards the bed, not sparing Carol a single glance despite your whole body fighting to see the anger filled expression that always ruined your panties.

You could hear her walking purposefully towards you. You could smell her familiar scent that overtook your senses. You could feel her hair tickling your neck as her hands glided over the waist of your blouse.

You couldn't stop yourself tilting your head to the side ever so slightly and stepping back to be against her.

Carol clearly didn't appreciate the gesture. She placed a strong hand between your shoulder blades and forced you onto the bed on your stomach.

Just as you went to move to get up in protest, Carol pinned your shoulders down with a painful strength you were futile to fight against.

She knelt one leg on the bed to lean over you and didn't hesitate to grab at the front of your blouse between your skin and the bed sheets.

There was no grace or sensuality to her movements, only a cold, silent annoyance.

Once she had a hold of the fabric, your girlfriend ripped you blouse apart without a second thought and tossed it across the room, some of the buttons scattering to places you would probably never find.

"What the hell?!" You object, frustrated by the loss of one of your best blouses.

"Quiet." She spitts before yanking at your bra, damming it to the same fate as your blouse.

You huffed quietly, both of you knowing she could have just as easily unhooked it rather than destroy the cloth.

You knew it was a way for Carol to get her point across. You had made a big mistake and you were going to regret it.

She gripped under your bare bicep to pull you up the bed so your face was hovering over your pillow. You turned it to the side to see what Carol was doing, just as she hooked her fingers under the area of you trouser waistband that was just above your ass.

She pulled them down without looking at you, only focusing her attention on your ass that was now only covered with you thin panties.

She gave the smooth skin a sudden slap that made you clench your thighs together tightly, your body fooling itself by thinking that would make any sort of difference against Carol's plans.

The captain then wandered towards your closet, leaving you to watch the empty doorway in anticipation as you lay waiting.

Your eyes widened in shock mixed and undeniable fear as she reappeared, holding a dressage horse whip in her hand. She wouldn't really use that on you...would she?

Carol chuckled darkly as she saw your fearful gaze. Your plans of continuing your bratty acts were jeopardized as soon as you saw the whip.

You whimpered as she arrived at the side of your bed and looked down at you with a now stoic expression.

Holding the whip firmly in her hand as she towered over you was enough to make you want to beg for forgiveness.

The captain radiated power and control, making you start to realise her threats weren't empty and that everything you had done you really would regret.

"Carol..." You whispered as you gave her a pleading look, ashamed that you already wanted to give in and make everything right.

"I've been saving this for a long time, you know? It's only for punishment when my main rule is broken. I always thought I would never have to use it on you. But you're starting to be too much of a brat, a brat that needs to learn her place as a whore." She explained stoicly as her hands wandered over your ass, dipping under your panties.

"I'm sorry." You whimpered as she moved onto the bed just behind you.

"Maybe you are, but that's not enough. You need to learn your lesson." Carol taunted. "If you want to prove you're really sorry you're going to take your punishment and thank me for it. Then maybe I'll stop once I've broken you into a begging, shaking, pathetic mess." Poison dripped from Carol's tone that filled you with dread.

"Tell me, how much of a slut have you been while I was away? I just don't believe you've only disobeyed me once." Of course you contemplated lying. You knew the more she knew the more she would punish you, but if she found out you were lying to her...

"A few." You whispered, afraid of how Carol would respond.

"Specify."

"Maybe...5 times?" You knew how many orgasms you had brought upon yourself, but you were so afraid to tell her.

"Maybe?"

"6?" You started to tremble.

"Don't lie to me." She gripped your hips harshly, her nails digging into your skin, before lifting them up so your ass was lifted up and displayed to her.

You automatically pulled your legs under you, knowing the position she wanted you in and hoping that by coorporating she would have some mercy.

This was proved wrong when she brought her hand down harshly and smacked your still clothed ass, despite the barrier there was still a present sting.

"13." You admitted and clenched the sheets beneath you in a tight fist in hopes of having something to help you through what was to come.

It was a number you had taken some form of pride in before Carol had forced you out of your bratty state. Now you were filled with embarrassment and despair, wanting nothing more than to take it all back and be praised for being a good girl for her.

"Such a slut." Carol growled before a sharp crack sound echoed throughout the room.

It took you a moment to understand what she had done, your body automatically registering it as shock to protect you. But the pain soon made its presence known and you burried your head into the pillows to muffle you cry.

She had whipped you. It hurt more than any other punishment you had ever received and you knew it could only get worse.

Carol's hands ran over the stinging skin before pulling you panties down. You bit your lip and closed you eyes as tight as your grip on the sheets.

"Then I think 13 strikes will suffice."

She had barely finished her sentence when Carol struck you again. This time you lurched forward and cried out loudly into the pillows while pulling the sheets close to you.

"Th-thank you." You whimpered, tears brimming in your eyes as you turned your head to the side to speak audibly.

You couldn't see her of course, but Carol was grinning sadistically at the sight of you. Your clear signs of pain encouraging her to struck again, and again and again.

You struggled to speak after each strike from the whip, but forced yourself to between sobs, not wanting to prolong the punishment or make things worse for yourself.

As much as pain always turned you on, this was a new kind that was almost unbearable. You needed easing into this level of pain, yet you felt as though you had been thrown in the deep end with no ladder to help you out. You would later figure out that was what made the punishment so effective.

After 6 strikes Carol paused to admire the stripped skin on your ass. It was already raw and sensitive to the touch. She almost felt sorry for you, having to endure the pain for a lot longer and being shown no mercy. But brats had to be put in their place. You had to learn.

"Only 7 more." Carol chuckled. Tears streamed down your face as you felt Carol's hands brushing over your broken skin.

"I'm sorry." You sobbed, lifting your head slightly. "I'll never do it again...just please...I can't take anymore." You begged pathetically beneath her.

"You're going to take this punishment or I'm going to be even more disappointed in you. This is all your own doing." Carol spoke without empathy or any emotion, making sure you knew she wouldn't stop.

She picked up the whip and brought it down on your broken skin. The intense sting felt different and told you these strikes would be etching deeper into your flesh, drawing blood to the surface only to be slapped away by the whip when it returned.

It was an unbearable pain. When you weren't thanking Carol or crying in pain you were begging her to stop, everytime thinking the next strike would hit your soul.

When Carol had finally struck you for the last time you collapsed into the bed, your legs no longer able to hold you.

You hadn't noticed her leave, but she must have as you became aware of more objects being placed near the end of the bed. You wanted to peer down in curiosity, but also knew whatever she had was for your punishment and would only bring you more dread.

Carol held your waist and moved you onto your back so you were looking up at her. The feeling of the sheets against your broken skin made you flinch in discomfort but was almost forgotten when Carol placed her hands on you cheeks to wipe away your tears. It was the only loving gesture you would get for the time being.

"Do you still want your Captain's forgiveness?" She asked, knowing the answer but wanting you to say it.

"Yes." You breathed out. "I'll do anything, I'm sorry I-" Carol cut you off by placing a finger over your lips.

She grabbed a pair of black, leather cuffs from her collection on the bed and before she could even reach for your hands you were placing them at the headboard for her.

She showed no signs of consideration of praise for the act or even recognition, but on the inside Carol was gleaming at everything you did. Your desperation to please her made her want to praise and pleasure you for hours. She had to remind herself of what you had done to end up in this situation. Reminding herself to give you the punishment you deserve for being a dirty slut.

Next, she spread you legs wide apart and cuffed each ankle to each side of the bed, stopping you from closing you legs or even rubbing your thighs together for friction.

It was then that Carol brought your attention to the vibrator in her hand. Without a word, she turned it on full and pressed it against your folds. Your leaking arousal and wanton for the vibrations allowed your lips to part for the toy and quickly engulf it into your needy pussy.

You moaned in pleasure and closed you eyes, surprised Carol was giving you this pleasure but not going to question it.

She watched your facial expressions with a satisfied smirk as she pulled her sweatpants down to reveal the sizeable strap on you hadn't yet seen.

She thought you looked so beautiful blissed out from the toy, your back arching to present your breasts and peaking nipples to her as your thighs strained against the restraints.

Her gaze was especially focused on the wetness seeping out of you, telling Carol just how much you wanted her.

"You don't get to cum until I give you permission." She stated before going to straddle your stomach.

Your eyes flickered open before widening at the sight of a new strap on just inches away from your face.

It was the largest one you had ever seen on Carol and figured she must have bought it on her trip as you had never seen it before.

However you weren't given a chance to ponder on this as she was instantly pressing it against your lips.

You opened your mouth for her compliantly and were quickly made aware you were going to struggle with the girth as well as the length.

You had your mouth as wide as you could manage and yet the strap still struggled to fit, stretching your mouth in an uncomfortable way you hadn't experienced before.

Carol watched every feature of your face as you struggled to take the strap. Not missing the look of hopelessness of getting it in as well as fighting back the distracting pleasure building between your legs. You wouldn't last long with the vibrator and you would never be able to fit the strap on in your mouth.

"I thought you wanted to make it up to me. If you can't even suck my fucking cock how will you manage it in you other slutty holes."

You tried to protest against the strap, assure Carol you could take it and try not to worry over the stretch you would experience in other body parts later on.

Carol smirked at your attempt to communicate with her, not being able to hold back further comments to provoke you.

"You really think you can take this?" Carol asked with a smirk and mocking tone. You tried to nod your head in response, painfully aware you barely had the tip in and was already struggling with it and the buzz between your legs.

"If you insist." Carol bit back a laugh as she thrust her hips towards you, the strap forcing itself into your mouth and surpassing you gag reflex in an instant.

Your eyes pleaded with her as you realised you really couldn't take the strap.

"You wanna keep going?" Carol taunted, knowing you were now physically incapable of shaking your head no.

The more you pleaded the further she sunk the strap in. You gagged and choked around the toy, eyes watering as it hit the back of your throat.

Your arms and legs desperetly struggled against the restraints as Carol finally pushed the strap in entirely.

She locked eyes with you the whole time, especially when she pulled the strap out slightly only to ram it back into your mouth to make you gag violently in protest.

Meanwhile the vibrator never faltered in its buzz that was electrifying your whole body. You knew you were edging closer and closer to that sweet release and that Carol would put you through the torture of having to hold your orgasm at bay, something you almost always failed at.

Your mouth and throat ached and you were vaguely aware of the trail of saliva travelled down your chin and either side of your mouth, you body attempting to lubricate your mouth and toy to ease the process but only adding to your humiliation.

Carol continued her bruising pace of fucking your drooling mouth as she smirked down at you sadistically, memorizing every detail of your blissed and pained face. The two sides of your battled against each other, not knowing which to give in to.

When your body finally fell limp in defeat you heard Carol chuckle as she pulled the strap out of your mouth, which apparently hurt just as much as it going in.

The moment is was out you gave a loud whorish moan, telling Carol you so desperetly needed to cum.

"What do you say?" Carol teased as she started to rub your clit in tight circles with her fingers, relishing in how much your wetness had spread.

"Please may I cum, Captain?" You begged and whimpered, desperate for your release.

"Hmm," Carol mused as she fiddled with the vibrator while listening to you struggle to hold off your orgasm. "No." She said simply before pulling the soaking vibrator out and turning it off.

Before you could whine in protest Carol looked at the vibrator in annoyance.

"Look at the fucking mess you've made, slut. Getting your whorish juices all over my toys and bed. Disgusting." She stated bitterly in an attempt to hold back how much she was internally gleaming at the mess while being able to humiliate you.

"I'm sorry." You apologised as Carol moved over to you again, slowly spreading your thighs as she positioned herself between them.

You looked down in silence, as to follow her lead, and watched the huge toy attached to Carol wander up your thigh.

You both knew you needed preparation for something that size. That on any other occasion Carol would have whispered sweet nothings into your ear as she introduced you to new sizes and girths.

But you were being punished. Everything was different. There would be no preparation for you.

"Captain..." You whispered as she lined up the strap to your still soaking entrance.

Carol ignored you as she placed her hands firmly on both of your thighs, keeping them spread for her merciless attack that was to follow.

"Be a good girl and take my cock, baby. Then maybe I'll start thinking about forgiving you." She said as the strap stroked your folds, nudging at your lower lips and separating them.

You held your breath as Carol pushing the tip inside you, instantly reminding you of the substantial girth.

You attempted to move your legs in response, automatically wanting to close them to prevent any more of the strap entering you. But Carol's grip on your thighs tightened and she held you down firmly.

In a silent concentration, she pushed her hips forward and the strap followed, stretching your walls for its entrance making you moan out and pull against every cuff restraining you.

"Ah! Captain!" You protested as she thrust further inside you, not being able to see that she was entranced by the show your wet pussy was giving her. Your outer lips opening more and more for the intruder, almost folding back on themselves as your wetness was heard around the toy, there being no space for it to leek out but still being present on the outside from earlier.

Your pussy ached as the strap sunk deeper, pushing against your walls and you having no way to stop it.

Just when you thought maybe it was in entirely, Carol gave one final thrust and the strap thrust against the back of your pussy with so much force it was bruising.

The girth and length was still clearly too much for what you were built for as it continued to push against every side of your cunt, especially at the back where it was threatening to rip through.

You moaned over and over, struggling to form words and accomdate the brutal strap. You were overwhelmed with pleasure and pain, hardly able to handle either never mind both.

You panted and drooled, not having any control over any of your body, only being a puppet for Carol to command.

She pulled the strap out slightly, only to slam it back in with force that made your whole body jerk and shudder. She pulled out more the next time, as though giving you a moment to prepare before thrusting the toy back into your still unprepared cunt.

It was as though your walls retracted every time she pulled out, making her re-entrance just as painful as the last.

Despite this, in the brief moments the strap left you your whole body yearned for it back, feeling completely empty without it.

"Your cunt's taking my cock so well, so desperate to be filled up by me." Carol chuckled to hide her moans.

Her pace never faulted, never giving you a break. Every thrust was just as hard as the last, leaving you a moaning and shuddering mess beneath her.

Her nails started to dig into your flesh as she pounded the strap into you.

In a flash, her left hand left yourself thigh and planted itself next to your head, gripping the sheets tightly and taking her fucking with a new vigour you didn't know she was capable of.

You were practically screaming everytime the strap hit the back of your pussy. Somehow Carol was able to tilt the strap at the last moment to slam against your g-spot, like it was trying to break through a barrier.

"You feel how deep my cock is inside you, slut? You want more?" You could only moan in response, not being able to vocalist with words how much you needed her.

You desperately wanted to cling onto her back as you approached your high. The feeling in your lower stomach increased and you could only moan louder in response to it, your pussy clamping down on the strap as it prepared itself for its release.

"C-Captain!" You wailed as your whole body tensed up.

You came with a scream of her name, clenching around the strap and gasping out for air. Your hips rolled, your back arched, your eyes clenched shut as you saw blanks and your pussy shuddered as it squirted your cum out of it, your now stretched hole allowing some of it to dribble down around the strap and onto the bed.

Carol could hardly contain her moan as she felt your cum spreading on both of your thighs.

She didn't give you a chance to recover. You were still being punished and Carol was far from done with you.

Her pace was unrelenting and merciless, fucking you through your high and into another orgasm.

"You clench so nicely around my cock, so needy. Do you want more?" She taunted, knowing you could barely respond and not caring if you did - unless, of course, you called the safe word.

Your body was at war with itself. You squirmed beneath but also bucked your hips up to meet her thrusts. You could focus on nothing but the intense pleasure between your legs, the pain there being long gone but Carol's nails still dug into you.

You didn't know how many orgasms she had ripped from your body. You were hardly aware of the drenched sheets beneath you. You failed to notice the hungry, lust filled look Carol was giving you through every single one of your orgasms she tore from you.

"Too much...I...can't..." You tried to say as you moved against the restraints. You were being overstimulated and it was beginning to become too much for you for you to handle.

She finally slowed her pace to a stop and pulled the strap out completely, leaving you panting on your back while she adjusted the restraints at your ankles. Even wiping some of your cum off her thigh and sucking it into her mouth when she had her back to you and you weren't looking. Not that she had to be secretive of course, your mind was blank after the fucking you had just gotten.

You only realised Carol had undone the restraints at your ankles when she flipped you onto your stomach, back into your previous position. You whimpered at the vulnerability as Carol lifted your ass into the air and spread your legs as wide as they could go before cuffing them in place again.

You had hardly gotten your breath back went you felt Carol behind you, pressing the strap against your ass.

You gulped as you realised her intentions, knowing the stretching you received prior would be nothing compared to this.

"I'm sorry Captain!" You pleaded. "I'll never touch myself again, please! I'm sorry!" You cried in a final attempt to avoid the punishment or at least have it eased.

Carol ignored you and placed a hand on both of your cheeks, spreading them for the strap that inserted itself into you.

You whined and stared down at your pillows as you felt the strap penetrate your ass, thankful for the cum still on the strap acting as a kind of lube.

The ache and stretch become apparent almost straight away. You whined louder as Carol pushed on and held you in her hands.

You tried to squirm away but your attempts were futile and you could only endure the pain of the strap breaking down your barriers.

She continued pushing onwards deeper and deeper inside you as you body betrayed you and started to clench around the uncomfortable intruder and make yourself tighter.

You continued to plead, beg and whine when Carol pushed the strap half way in.

"What's that? You want more?" Carol chuckled darkly before thrusting the strap in entirely and making you scream in protest as the pain shot through out your body.

There was a moments silence before Carol pulled the strap out and rammed it back in mercilessly, giving you no chance to adjust.

The sound that followed with each thrust made you blush in embarrassment and moan loudly, hearing your cum mixing around your ass.

"Captain!" You cried out as she pounded the strap into your tight ass and even gripped a handful of your

hair in one hand making you yelp.

You moaned and screamed into the air as she continued her onslaught, punishing you at a bruising pace you wouldn't forget anytime soon.

The sadistic blonde then forced your ass down so you were laying flat on your stomach on the bed before Carol thrusts into you again, her pace instantly picking up where it left off.

Your sounds were now muffled by the pillow under your face from Carol continuing to grip your hair and as a result, keep your head down.

You could feel your high approaching and with no way to speak this to Carol you only moaned louder into the pillow.

With a few final, harder, deeper thrusts, Carol ripped a final orgasm from your body that had you go limp on the bed.

When she let go of your hair you turned your head to the side and closed your eyes to focus on your breathing.

Meanwhile, Carol undid all of cuffs and put the strap on the floor before crawling up the bed to lay down on her side facing you.

"You did so good for me, baby. I'm so proud of you." She cooed as she stroked the hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

You were moments away from falling asleep but you still managed a weak smile at the words made your heart fill with joy.

"Such a good girl for me." She whispered as you closed your eyes. "I'm going to apply some cream while you sleep, baby." She assured as her hand rested inches away from your wounded ass. "And when you wake up we'll take a nice, warm, bath." She promised before kissing your forehead lightly and watched you fall asleep.

#captain marvel #captain marvel imagines #captain marvel smut #captain marvel x reader #carol danvers #carol danvers imagines #carol danvers smut #carol danvers x reader #marvel #brie larson

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seacottons · 3 years

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—ateez as boyfriends [ domestic au ]

notes: swearing. suggestive dialogue. fluff. i blame a certain someone for this, not gonna say who. @kireiwoo

— hongjoong

very caring and attentive towards you

so much so, that even his friends have complained how it isn't fair he doesn't scold you like the way he does to them

he enjoys many activities with you, such as

helping him dye his hair an ungodly color every other month

he'll insist you try experimenting with your own tresses

but you only have the courage to dye the very ends of your strands

"i don't think i can pull off that color as well as you do," you'd say.

"that's a load of bull. you'll suit every hair color."

you'll just roll your eyes playfully at his biased behavior.

other activities include getting tiny matching tattoos together.

the tiny flower and butterfly on your wrists was most likely your favorite due to its simplicity in design and the meaning behind it as well.

spontaneous dates are his favorite.

behind closed doors, he loves to constantly shower you with pecks and smooches.

often gets teased by his friends from how whipped he is for you.

randomly books vacations for you two to relax and unwind every so often.

although he enjoys it, he is a big, tired baby when it comes to traveling

always wanting to lean his head against your shoulder

or cuddling you close for warmth due to the airport's air conditioners blasting frigid air.

has written many songs about you

and when he's finally ready, he'll not only ask you to listen to them, but to also spend the rest of your life with him and share his last name as well.

— seonghwa

constant pet names

"darling."

"the sun to my stars."

"the moon to my sun."

"love of my life."

you like to call him mars, mostly.

but he revels when you call him 'twinkle eyes' for some reason.

has a habit of pulling you into his lap.

you'll subconsciously play with the strands of his hair as he does so, him being too distracted bickering with his friends to realize sometimes.

will always give you pleading looks whenever wooyoung or san tease him.

sometimes, you walk in to find wooyoung settling onto your boyfriend's back while he greedily devours the bowl of popcorn entirely by himself.

or other times when both wooyoung and san constrict his limbs with their arms whenever you're near.

"y/n can't save you now, so cut the whining."

you'll only sigh and shake your head in amusement.

"what are you guys doing to my poor boyfriend?"

"he changed the movie we were watching without our permission!"

"because i have no damn clue what's going on, and harry potter is too confusing!"

coffee dates.

loves to sleep with you tucked against his chest.

always has an arm draped around your frame.

butterfly kisses on your neck.

soft touches against the small of your back and waist.

his favorite pastime with you would be stargazing.

"baby, look. it's me, mars-io," he'd say whilst pointing up to the large, bright star in the night sky.

when it's too cloudy outside, or when the weather isn't forgiving, he'll turn on the indoor star projector he bought so the two of you can stargaze in the comfort of your own bed.

— yunho

is the epitome of romantic.

is constantly smothering you in love and affection.

always has heart eyes and admiration in his eyes at whatever small task you do or say.

rant about an ancient dynasty?

heart eyes.

bombard him with useless information about a certain abandoned island.

heart eyes.

gush about the new cute bakery that recently opened up?

heart eyes.

if you had a money jar for every time he says 'i love you', you'd have enough money to buy a plane ticket or two.

always willing to drop everything to help you with whatever it is you need.

will wake up in the middle of the night when you text him to ask if he's awake or not.

willingly stays up to keep you company.

but sometimes, when he's too tired, he'll knock out accidentally and profusely apologize to you in the morning.

very supportive of your life choices.

hates seeing you cry because it makes him want to bawl his eyes out as well.

his hugs are bone-crushing.

but he is a gentle giant nonetheless.

likes to attempt to bake pastries with you.

half of the time, the goods either turn out undercooked or burnt.

"they have love in them, that's all that matters."

will always insist that you can rant to him about anything and everything.

you've never felt so valued in your life before meeting him.

is the most understanding human being you've ever gotten the pleasure of knowing.

"i wish we were vampires," he says one day.

you give him an amused look, lips outstretched into a smile, "why, silly?"

"so we can spend an eternity together."

— yeosang

his heart flutters when you notice the smallest things he does.

it makes him feel appreciated and acknowledged.

like when he changes up his hairstyle or earrings.

or when he wears a new sweater.

a big, big softie when it comes to you.

can and will want to spend all day in your arms on his days off.

quick witted and has a knack for noticing the tiniest detail.

very shy and awkward at first.

but when he gets more comfortable as time passes on, you won't be safe from his snarky little comments anymore.

will constantly bring up the thing you said or did months ago to prove a point.

"oh, you like this flavor? three months ago you told me it tasted like vomit."

"remember that time you woke up in a rush to get to work thinking you were late, only for me to drag you back inside because it was three in the fucking morning?"

you stop mid-chew and peer up from your plate of rice.

"your point, yeosang?"

"oh, nothing this time. i just wanted to tease you."

is the type to have a mid-life crisis when you can't decide on a restaurant.

"but i don't want to eat at the chicken place again," you'll whine.

"it's been thirty minutes, and you still haven't decided what you want!"

"you're rushing me!"

"y/n! just pick!"

loves to cuddle with you, especially in the colder months.

wraps a blanket around your frame and tugs you in closer against his chest.

pretends not to understand your jokes just to spite and tease you.

loves when you cling onto him.

his favorite pastime with you would be just walking around together at night and trying out different types of street food.

or even visiting any of the local beaches for a relaxing walk together.

— san

persistently keen about whenever you feel upset or down.

he reads you better than any open book.

sometimes, it scares you, but you appreciate how he's always so eagle-eyed about your behavior.

loves to hug your head.

you allow wooyoung to crash some of your dates with san sometimes.

other times, san will whine and tell him to go find his own date.

"if y/n accepted you as a boyfriend, then you should've disclosed that i'm part of the deal as well. buy one get one free."

"as what exactly?"

"the hot, clingy best friend."

will take numerous duck-faced selfies of himself because you think they're cute.

often times, he'll ask you to mirror his expression, only for him to press his lips against yours a second before his phone snaps the picture.

likes when you kiss his dimple.

"y/n! it looks like a crater from the amount of times you've kissed it."

he likes to tease you.

a lot.

touchy.

very touchy.

always has an arm around you.

rests his chin against your shoulders.

playfully smacks your rear when you're sassy with him.

or leans in to hold your jaw whilst whispering teasing words into your ear that has you becoming docile and bothered in mere seconds.

has you wrapped around his finger as much as you have him wrapped around your own.

likes to have weekly picnics with you at the park and admires all the dogs running about.

"i should bring byeol next week. maybe she'll like to play fetch too."

"i don't think that's a good idea.."

you often find him fast asleep holding onto a plushie for dear life whenever you're away.

you'll pull it away from his arms, causing him to stir awake groggily.

he'll stare in confusion as you throw the plushie aside, before pulling you in tighter as you wriggle into his arms.

"you're softer than shiber," he'll mumble sleepily against the crown of your head.

— mingi

mingi is sometimes self-conscious around the public eye and others, but when it comes to you, those layers of fear and insecurity get stripped away instantly.

doesn't mind being vulnerable with you.

he craves affection, adores it even, but is insecure about not being able to return it well enough for his liking.

likes when you give him attention.

easily gets jealous when someone else grabs your interest.

reassuring him 24/7.

"yes, mingi. you're the love of my life."

kissing his pouting lips for good measure.

the smallest of gestures has him a blushing mess.

even holding hands in public.

when he's not being a sentimental sap, he'll like teasing you lovingly.

"wow, you have this many photos of me in your phone?"

you'll scrutinize him in confusion.

"are you that obsessed with me, y/n?"

"mingi! you told me to take half of those photos of you!"

"oh, right. i forgot."

a silence weighs down onto the two of you.

"but would you have taken them if i never asked you to?"

constantly laughs about the things you say, although you don't think you're that funny.

always seeks your approval subconsciously.

will always shield you from the rain, playfully yelling at the droplets sometimes.

"you can't make y/n wet! only i can!"

"mingi! we are in public!"

wanted to go strawberry picking because he saw a celebrity try it out on instagram live.

accidentally steps on many berries though.

"it's okay, they'll just make another plant. i did them a favor."

brags about you like no tomorrow.

even for the tiniest, minuscule thing.

"oh, i've already tried the brand of ice cream. y/n always buys that for me."

"i don't need to pay all this money for a measly slice of cake. y/n's cakes are much better."

"no, wooyoung. i'm not jealous of your new shoes." he'll lightly pinch the boy's side, "y/n and i have already bought ourselves matching pairs."

"you two are so fucking cheesy, it hurts."

when he's not bragging about you, he's boasting about himself.

but if that's what helps him raise his confidence levels up, you'll gladly sit down hours on end listening to how he has more 'swag' and 'charisma' than all of his older friends combined.

— wooyoung

teases you like his life depends on it.

says you can't get enough of him, when in reality it's the other way around.

but you let him believe whatever he wants.

but deep down he just really gets satisfied with himself if he raises your mood and makes you smile.

especially when you're not having a great day.

uses way too many emojis when texting you.

"wooyoung, why am i saved as as 'clingy bug' on your contacts?"

he'll squawk indignantly and laugh awkwardly for a second.

"who told you this lie!?"

"seonghwa?"

always wants to show off your love in front of his friends.

"no, i don't want my early birthday gift now. wait until the others show up, and do it front of them."

"but why?"

"so everyone can see how much you love me. can you also cry for good measure?"

"absolutely not."

he enjoys the dates you have in his apartment the most.

the ones where he cooks for you and asks for your help, only for him to pester you about over-seasoning or undersalting something.

"okay, fine! we'll just order take out if it tastes that bad," you pout, flinging a small piece of onion on his face.

his head instantly snaps back to eye you judgingly, fist gripping the poor spatula.

"over my dead body."

"so, y/n. how does my plating look?"

"it's beautiful, wooyoung. you've outdone y-"

"what else is beautiful?" he demands, face leaning over the table to give you a knowing grin.

you shove a piece of meat and rice into his mouth, shrugging nonchalantly.

"me."

he deflates at your answer, spluttering pieces of rice onto your face.

"jung wooyoung, you slob!"

— jongho

is the type of boyfriend to stop you in the middle of the road to tie your shoe for you.

very charming and goofy in his own way.

takes pride in himself and his abilities to cater to your every whim and need.

even when you don't ask for his help.

aggressively opens jars for you when you struggle to pry them open.

"no one messes with my y/n."

"you're fussing at a jar of pickled radish, baby."

the type to cling close to you in public in fear of any of the bicyclists or pedestrians bumping into you and harming you in any way.

sometimes acts like you're made of glass.

while it's endearing occasionally, it is a bit suffocating at other times.

doesn't believe you when you say you're tough and don't need protection.

very selfless and willing to help you with anything you need.

never one to shy away from social gatherings with his friends, always pulling you along with him despite you being shy and clingy most of the night.

also a big tease.

when you help him hold down his legs for sit ups, he asks for a smooch.

pulls away from you when you try to kiss him.

and will laugh at your pouting face as he urges you to try once more.

"stop moving, i just want to kiss you!"

after numerous tries, he finally allows you ( you truly think you over-powered him though ) to kiss his cheeks or lips.

he then proceeds to squawk loudly in retaliation and playful disgust.

although he loves teasing you, when the game is flipped the other way, he'll be a shy mess of embarrassment.

"i don't mumble your name in my sleep."

"you always do, silly."

tucked underneath his macho exterior, you know he's prone to criticism and takes it to heart much more than he likes to show and admit.

so, whenever you get the chance, you always fulfill his need to be appreciated, loved, and taken care of.

is utterly and extremely protective of you.

"who just whistled at you?" he grumbles, "i'll break their jaw like an apple, you know i will."

#ateez headcanons #ateez x reader #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #choi san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader

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slightlycrunchy · 3 years

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Dadmight for number 8 please?? (I love your shirt stories they're so fun to read)

8. "You can't hurt me, I've been hurt enough already."

Thank you so much, I really appreciate you saying so ❤️ This one turned out a bit longer and I used the vibes of it rather than the exact verbiage.

Toshinori meets his boy on the roof for the first time and it goes a bit differently. Featuring awkward, caring, not-yet-dad. Also, I love gentle dad but stressed dad that cusses is equally as good XD. Did I say 'dad' enough? Dad.

When the words exit the boy’s mouth, Toshinori knows he fucked up.

“It’s alright, All Might, I understand. I’m fine!” the boy--Toshinori hasn’t even caught his name--rallies, running the back of his hand under a wet nose as he smiles a grin so fake it could almost rival Toshinori’s own. His teary, green eyes shine brilliantly in the sun and it makes Toshinori’s heart sink at the thought that he is the one who caused this.

He ripped this kid’s dreams apart with his bare hands and he didn’t even think twice about it, too wrapped up in the facts and figures. He forgot that this is just a child, not an adult he can simply unload all of his deepest issues onto, or spout his personal ideals to on this afternoon atop a roof.

Who is he to tell a middle schooler, going by his uniform, that ‘no, he cannot be a hero like All Might’?

Of course not. No one can.

He looks at the boy once more, the kid’s thin lip wobbling as his mouth valiantly tries to maintain a farcical appearance of happiness on a freckled, thin face. Really, it’s heartwrenching to see, and Toshinori’s stomach twists in an uncomfortable way that has nothing to do with the injury he had thoughtlessly shown the boy.

Why did he have to do it like this, he asks himself, running a hand roughly down his face, the back of his knuckles still sticky from splatters of the sludge villain he had taken down just a moment ago; disgusting. He groans when he realizes again that the kid in front of him nearly lost his life to another person running amok on the streets with no respect for life, and then all Toshinori did was scold him.

He went too far with this one.

“Kid, look, I--”

“No, n-no it’s really okay All Might. You’re right, after all! I think…” The boy’s voice lowers to a near-whisper, hard to hear over the wind that rolls in heavily over the roof. “I think all these years I kind of knew it… It doesn’t hurt that bad really, I promise. It’s no worse than I hear every day from Kacchan...so it’s fine…”

God Toshinori can’t do this.

“Kid-- What’s your name?” Toshinori asks impatiently. He has apologies to offer.

“Midoriya…”

“Midoriya, hi, nice to meet ya,” Toshinori rushes out, offering a quick, limp salute before his hand drops back to his side. “Look, I’m sorry alright? I’m sorry I said that and I’m sorry I told you about all of this,” he gestures to his whole body. “It isn’t your cross to bear and you just took me by surprise is all. I was worried you’d fall to your death before I got you on this roof and no one has ever seen me like this before--” He pauses to take a breath. “I take it back, kid.”

But that feels wrong, too.

He meant every word, his need to keep safe-help-be a hero so strong that it drives him to say the harsh truths. This boy would be eaten alive in a job like Toshinori’s; there’s no way he can safely pursue it. But there was probably a better way to get that point across than how Toshinori chose to.

Midoriya looks up at him from across the barren expanse of concrete between them, his legs spread out in a V as his shoulders hunch forward; the body language of one who is tired, defeated. Toshinori would know that look anywhere.

After a while the boy sniffles again, his eyes a little less tearful than before. “No...I think you’re right All Might. This is just a truth I’ve never been able to think about too much. Being a hero is all I’ve ever really been good at pursuing,” Midoriya laughs ruefully and it sounds awful to Toshinori’s ears, “I could find another hobby I guess. I’m alright at drawing.”

The way the child speaks, it’s as if he’s not only trying to fool Toshinori but also himself, and the entire thing sounds crafted and false. It sets off red flags in Toshinori’s mind and he furrows his brow as he steps closer, kneeling in front of Midoriya.

“Is heroing a hobby of yours?” Personal questions, that’s the way Toshinori.

And oh, the boy’s eyes light up.

“Yeah! I watch hero fights on the news and in the streets--if they’re around my house--and I keep notes! I record their fighting styles and costume design with any improvements I can think of for either. Oh--I even have some ideas for your costume, All Might! Although, you’ve been out of the public eye lately,” the boy’s eyes dart up and over Toshinori’s stomach, “and I can see why...so maybe you’ve changed the design since I’ve seen you last...” He suddenly goes quiet, his excited mumbling fading away. “So… never mind, All Might. The answer to your question is yes.”

The way Midoriya’s face had shined with his enthusiasm is quick to skirt away, hidden again beneath poor posture and lowered eyes. Toshinori hates it.

He cant take that light away from this boy. He won’t do it.

Slowly, so as not to startle the kid, he puts his hand on Midoriya's shoulder, seeing for the first time just how scuffed up his uniform is. Being attacked by a villain will do that to you, he supposes. “I think that all sounded quite wonderful, Midoriya. I think you have a keen eye, something many don’t have--useful for many things in life, including one’s work. I wouldn’t have gotten far without a good sense of observation. These muscles can’t do everything, after all,” Toshinori says with a chuckle. He can see he’s dragging the boy in bit by bit as the conversation lightens, Midoriya’s body leaning forward with every word. His hero-worship is written starkly across his face and it warms something inside of Toshinori to see it, as it does with all children that look up to him. Toshinori smiles.

But he still has some apologizing to do.

“I think you have many skills that will aid you in life, young Midoriya,” --the boy perks up at the small nickname-- “including in your search to be a hero. Kid, I know you look up to me, and I do wish you would think about what I said, but no human being has the right to tell you how to live your life. If you think you can be a hero, then try. Just...please be careful?” Toshinori pleads, his face pinching in concern.

He’s seen too many new heroes go out on first patrols only to never return. The hero world is cruel and hungry, and this kid in front of him, whose face is slowly lifting from something so simple as what he, Toshinori, has to say, could be the next victim.

He would hate to see it.

Midoriya stammers excitedly, “I understand, All Might, I’ll be careful! Of course!”

Toshinori can only hope that Midoroya is right.

“Glad to hear it, my boy--”

He’s interrupted by an explosion behind him, set off somewhere nearby and for some reason this prompts him to look down at his pockets, remembering a couple of two-liter bottles he had placed there to retain the villain in the time until Toshinori could get to the police station.

Only to look down and pat wildly at empty openings.

“Shit,” he says in English, but by the way Midoriya’s eyes widen he seems to know the exact usage of that word. “Uh, time to go, my boy, I’m sorry I can’t stay longer. I’ll walk you down?”

And as they part on the street, Toshinori to an area of the city teeming with criminal activity with a thought to his time limit, and the boy off to his home, Toshinori wonders if he’ll ever see young Midoriya again.

He doesn’t have to wait long to find out.

#dadmight #still gonna tag it as #dad might #my writing #bnha #my hero academia #fic #prompts #midoriya izuku #yagi toshinori

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starryyyjoon · 3 years

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I, you | Kim Namjoon One Shot

word count: 8.2k

pairing: idol!namjoon x fem reader

summary: namjoon meets you again and he can't help but want you to look at him the same way he has all these years.

disclaimer: it's sort of written from y/n pov. kind of smut included, not too much but still. other then that, i don't think there's anything. it was written a long time ago so i don't clearly remember, sorry!

Namjoon walked in, followed by a few staff members and they occupied the empty chairs on the conference table and I smiled at him and the others. He looked great like always, he was in a navy blue hoodie and a khaki colored trouser, with his hair pushed backwards exposing his forehead.

There was something and nothing between me and him and it was too tiring to play pretend. "You look good", he remarked and I smiled at him. He's always being too kind, I looked like absolute shit, I hadn't slept in three days and my clothes were whatever was in my reach that I'd put on after showering and I rushed here.

I had met him before this level of success but I was merely an assistant director myself and we'd talked about Monet and his work together, he'd similar interests to mine but both of us didn't really get anywhere because of our timing and I believed it was for the good. He'd always expressed how he liked my vision and wants to work with me on something and I didn't believe my vision because what even was my vision that he could see and not me and after being this big I didn't really thought he'll even remember me until he hit my phone one day and here I was, at the label's office to discuss the details of his mixtape's music video.

"So, do you've something in mind?", I asked him and he pressed his back on the chair letting out a yawn, he seemed tired.

"Not really! I want it simplistic and not too hard to understand. I haven't thought about it or anything so I don't know, I would await what you propose", he softly said.

"I haven't heard the track because of--", he intervened, "--ah you haven't? You should hear it first", he said and I nodded.

"I would need to hear it", I told him, thinking about the lengthy talks with the illustrator already.

The staff then pin pointed about the budget, the do nots and other details and two of my team members who were seated beside me talked thoroughly in detail about the technicalities. Namjoon looked bored with all the talk that didn't interest him. He wasn't much different from before slightly bigger.

All of us stood up coming to an agreement when Namjoon asked me to walk up to his studio to hear the track and I asked my team members to go ahead first. I walked through the dark corridor behind him while he talked to someone on the phone, all the way to his studio. I didn't really hear what he was talking because I was invested in staring around the place like I hadn't seen a building before.

The walls were all dark and a comforting shade since I didn't like the sun anyway. It seemed like a night mode in real life.

His studio was the corner most, he typed the passcode in and stood aside gesturing for me to walk in, followed by him. He hung up the phone call and put his phone aside, switching the AC on. He sat behind the monitor while he switched it on and I went through my inbox.

"So, how have you been?", his deep tone, made me look up and I fidgeted to put my eyes on something other then him while he turned his chair around to face me.

"I have been okay-ish, like the projects I'm doing I'm satisfied with them so I guess it's kinda okay", I said and regretted it immediately, I don't even talk like this and he knows it.

"Not the work c'mon, you, your boyfriend, family, other things?", a lose smile hung on his lips and I looked at him. How can someone look like that?

"No boyfriend because you know no one can put up with this profession. I haven't slept in three days so I'm fucking annoyed and the work is too much that I don't have time for other things", I shrugged and he chuckled. I didn't want to think about guys, I barely had time for myself. Filmmaking was a time bound profession.

"I relate, trust me I do", he turned his chair back around, his eyes on the computer screen and I looked at him. I could see why he could relate, I mean of course he didn't had time either. I knew idol schedules enough to know how these things go. "Why didn't you come that day?", he asked me and my insides twisted.

"I was hoping you don't bring it up", I said in a small voice.

"Why not? I waited for you", he said without looking at me and I threw my head back on the couch thinking of the time when he'd asked me out officially and I didn't make it. "At least I deserve to know what was more important that you didn't make it", he looked at me and I closed my eyes shut.

"I had a flight, I got an exclusive food show travel experience with discovery and it was too good for an opportunity to miss", I let it out and took a breath in. I knew I could never leave work for a guy, any guy, or anyone as a matter of fact and as much as I'd thought about it on the plane...it all seemed for the better. He wasn't the kind of guy I could've had my regular thing with and I was too young to be serious.

"It was a good show", he told me. I could feel his eyes on me and I didn't flinch. I didn't regret it but his words made me feel guilty. My head was on the headrest of the sofa I sat on and my eyes were closed. My subconscious could feel his curious gaze on me.

"Look away Namjoon", I said and I could feel his gaze was still on me.

"Why didn't you call me when you got back?", he asked me and I looked at him.

"I didn't because our cultures differ, everything is poles apart--what's the point of discussing it now?", I asked him, slightly annoyed. He and I separately needed to focus on our careers and he knew it too damn well.

"Okay", he turned around again as his monitor showed a circle indicating that the programme he'd launched was loading. "It does makes me feel better that my better position in life doesn't changes your opinion on me. Quiet comforting", he said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice but I chose to ignore it. The last thing I'd be doing is fueling this feeling in him by discussing this useless thing which wouldn't make any difference whatsoever.

"Is this the reason you wanted me to do this project with you?", I asked him and he swiftly turned his chair around.

"No, I don't take all this for granted. I love the stuff you do. I'm pretty updated thanks to how active you're on your social media", he smiled and I couldn't shook the thought of seeing my psychotic episodes on my Instagram, Twitter...everywhere. I'm pretty weird out there.

"I love it, the stories", he flased his dimple smile before turning his chair around again and I felt his warmth, like he meant what he said.

For a second I was taken aback with how tall he was from me and how good he looked, he'd always looked good but he was more mature now and much more reserved. "I'll be calling you often because I won't send it for pre-production without your say on the concept", I told him.

"I'll look forward to a lot of calls", he said. "I'm sorry this is taking a while", he added quickly and for some reason I couldn't look away from him, whose back was visible to me.

"No, take your time", I said, crossing my arms against my chest. I really wished he was a regular guy just making music but then I didn't. I wouldn't want someone to wish that for me. He'd earned all of it and I knew it.

"Look away ___", he said slowly. I could feel his grin through his words and I looked away shaking my head right and left softly. "It's, yeah it's playing", he turned around as the music filled in the empty atmosphere.

It was a slow song with a really fast rap. It was how Namjoon was, he contradicted himself too much. I instantly knew it was his writing from the way the words went and the wordplay came into role. I couldn't help but analyze the song because I was supposed to shoot and sketch a music video for it and at times like this I didn't really get to enjoy the art for the art and I hated it.

"How was it?", he asked me, his eyes fixated on me as the music faded. I wanted it to last.

"The only problem with it is that it ends", I flashed a smlie at him and he shook his head throwing it back.

"That's too corny even for you", Namjoon rolled his eyes but I was being serious. "You know I appreciate heavy critics", he said.

"I didn't find anything to criticize, the writing is great, the composition fits and it has a catchy vibe to it. I think I would listen a song like that on a drive or something? In your case a bicycle but yeah! It's a good song", I summarized my opinion. "Do you like want a trendy video?", I asked him.

"Anything that you want to do with it", he said and I gently nodded. Since it was given to me, I couldn't stop thinking about what to do with it.

"Can you stop thinking about it while you're with me ___?", he chuckled and I looked at him taken aback for a second and then nodded with a soft smile pasted on my lips.

"Your fashion sense has improved", I remarked.

"You look casual", he teased me.

"I, I've no fashion sense. I just wear whatever is there", I told him.

"I don't think so, your Instagram says different", he said.

"It's for the show Namjoon", I said.

"You're really not the type to do that, please don't deceive me", he beamed before he turned his chair around again to minimize the current tabs on the computer.

"You're the last person I'd be deceiving--", my words were cut from an incoming call from one of the producers of one of the shows I was working on. "I need to take this", I told him and answered the call while he just gave me a gentle nod in response.

The producer had informed me about the issues related to casting and the final draft of the script and I knew I had to go.

"Guess I'll see you later, bye", Namjoon said warmly as he smiled at me. The thing was he just knew and that always stuck somewhere.

"Bye", I left.

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"I, for one, disagree. C'mon how do you even call it an end?", I threw my hands in the air as we discussed it for the millionth time. I liked Su-ho but his thoughts on GOT made me want to kill him. He is the only person I knew who was satisfied with how it ended.

"I think it was okay, c'mon, you have to consider that the novels didn't end and as compared to that I think it was pretty good", Su-ho claimed while he sat on the bean bag in front of me, pushing it comfortably.

"Don't even start with the novels--", my words were interrupted with the sound of the doorbell, "--they didn't even do a good job interpreting it and I am offended by that. Look there novels", I pointed at my bookshelf, showing him my GOT collection which he knew as I opened the door and my head bumped against Namjoon's chest as he took a step in.

He chuckled as he held the back of my head with one hand and pressed my forehead with the other and rubbed it gently to ease the pain.

"What's uh, what's that? Is it iron", I mocked, pointing at his chest while he let me go from his grip and took his shoes off.

"It can be", he said. "But why were you jumping around so enthusiastically?", he asked me as he seated on the couch in front of Su-ho, as he greeted him and Su-ho greeted him back.

"Game of Thrones heavy discussions", I sighed. "This is Su-ho who's illustrating the storyboard", I told Namjoon.

Su-ho was starstruck and it seemed like it'd take him a good minute to recover and Namjoon was obviously used to it. I didn't call him at the office because a lot of people would want to see him then and it could be exhausting plus he'd a time limit on his hands.

"You know him, ___?", Su-ho widened his eyes at me and I nodded, suppressing my laughter seeing his chaotic ass behave like this.

"A little", I said and I could feel Namjoon's gaze on me. "Maybe a lot", I rephrased. I could see by the way Su-ho looked at me that he needed answers. "Coffee?", I asked Namjoon.

"Oh yeah", he replied and I stood up. "I've thought of two concepts, Su-ho please brief him on it and if you want anything differently Namjoon, you can tell him", I told him as I marched towards the kitchen.

Should I use the regular coffee mugs or should I use the better ones? I mean it doesn't matter anyway but still, it kind of does? I don't know. It just comes to me, the over thinking.

Ah.

I could hear him and Su-ho talking about the concepts faintly and I was low-key proud because I did work hard on them. I opened the cabinet to take out the better coffee mugs.

This is what happens when you stop drinking milk and stop growing up. I rested my hands on the kitchen pavement thinking about how many shoes with heels I'd because of my height.

I wasn't very short but I wasn't my desired height too. It was sad. I was the right person to sell the tonics concerning height because my insecurity would make me buy it. I exhaled heavily and turned around to find Namjoon behind me.

"Let me", my hips pressed against the marble pavement while his body gently pressed against my front, I could spot the mole on his neck while he calmly took the box of mugs out. "Okay?", he whispered softly and I looked on without responding.

"Thanks", I told him, hoping he'd get away from me because this had me feeling some type of way. I won't admit what type of way. That makes it worse.

"Anytime", he clicked his lips, taking a few steps back as I stirred the coffee and poured it in three cups. Should've used regular ones.

"I like the quotes on that wall", he said as I handed him his cup, taking the other two. A wall of my house was covered in post-it notes and other stuff. Some print outs of Van Gogh and Frida's works alongside other things.

"Yeah that? Thanks", I said, as I gave the cup to Su-ho. "Did you decide on something?", I asked, as I sat down and Namjoon just beside me.

"Yeah, the first one. It was kind of okay, he made some alterations so I would send it to you by...maximum tomorrow", Su-ho told me. "But why did you call him here for just this?", he asked me.

"You seem so concerned about his whereabouts", I glared Su-ho . "I told him I could just email him but he insisted on doing it in person", I looked at Namjoon who took a long sip from his coffee.

"Yeah I did, don't worry I was absolutely free", Namjoon smiled at Su-ho and I could see Su-ho fanboy-ing.

"You're so in line today", I pressed my words.

"Shut up", Su-ho eyed me. I wrapped my hands around the coffee mug feeling its warmth.

After I talked to Namjoon for a while about the shoot and he explained to me about their company procedure and how they usually did things. I didn't like doing music videos or commercials, there's a lot of time you're bound by what the music video demands and you've to stick with that so that was that. I usually preferred either cinema like movies or dramas, I hadn't done much but I had done a few and travel shows were my preference.

"I'll see you next time then", Su-ho politely remarked looking at Namjoon and he smiled and gently bowed his head. I walked with him up-to the door. "I didn't, what the hell, you could've given me a heads up?", Su-ho whispered slowly to me as I leaned against the door.

"I didn't knew you were a fan", I said and he playfully hit me on my arm.

"I still can't believe it, you've to answer my hot questions next time", he said and I nodded.

"Okay okay", I closed the door shut behind me, taking a seat on the far side of the sofa me and Namjoon were seated on. He was scanning my bookshelf and I was looking at him.

"Literally 70% of it is fiction", he said. I read a lot of fiction and he read a lot of nonfiction.

"You should read fiction", I said and he looked at me slightly pissed.

"I do read fiction just not thar much", he pointed at my bookshelf. "If you've to recommend one, shoot", he said.

"Recommend, uh, the secrets of happiness", I said randomly and his face sunk in annoyance. "It's not a book talking about literal secrets of happiness, it has a story", I told him.

"Ah okay...I will try reading that. Let me take your copy", he said.

"No", I said back in a split second.

"I won't lose it, c'mon, ___", he said. I couldn't believe his testimony on not losing it.

"Fine, but it's annotated. You'll owe me big time if you lose it", I said and he nodded vigorously.

"Your place is great", he said looking around the house and I couldn't see why, I mean yeah maybe but not that I find it great if I think from his point of view.

"I'm barely here anyway. I pay rent for no reason", I kept the empty mug in my hand on the glass table in front of us.

"That was your friend though, Su-ho?", Namjoon asked as he kept his cup, followed by me.

"Oh yeah! I met him for work but then it's been a while since I know him, it's been years actually and he's a friend now", I said thinking about Su-ho. I don't know why I bothered explaining. It's been a good five years since Namjoon and I hadn't been in touch and there was a little catching up to do.

"You've always had a lot of friends, don't you", he sighed as he sat cross legged on the sofa facing me. I do have plenty friends honestly.

"Kind of", I shrugged. His gaze on me made me sit back in a more cautious way as I fixed my posture. "Namjoon...", I called out his name when the doorbell rung and I was irritated. "Give me a second", I stood up and walked up-to the main door.

It was my neighbor who's mother had left their house keys with me and he was here to take it back. He thanked me for keeping it and walked up to his own flat which was in front of mine.

I closed the door shut and Namjoon was standing by the balcony seeing a cactus I had grown since I couldn't grow any other plant because I was never home to take care of them in case.

"It's cute", he said as he picked the potted plant and stared at it for a little while and I stood behind him and watched him see it.

"You know your pupils dilate when you see plants", I said and he smiled to himself. He kept the cactus back in its resting place and stared at me. "What?", I asked him.

"You were going to say something", he said, his voice sounded deeper then usual for a second and I licked my bottom lip in haste.

"Oh that, you know the alterations you made? I will directly mail it to the staff and maybe cc you because it won't need a second check anyway. I've to get this done a little early since I've--", he turned towards me and I took a step back but there was barely any space and my back was pressed against the wall, "--what is it?", I asked but it came out as a whisper.

"Here", he dragged his index finger across my bottom lip and there was something on my lip. I didn't really see what was on there because of his presence so close to me. My heartbeat had fastened and I could feel it. Something I didn't want to feel.

"Thanks, I guess", I said slowly and he flashed his dimple smile at me and in that moment he seemed the opposite of the dominant he was a few seconds ago.

"Do you know you look really good?", he said, as his fingers ran across my ear touching the piercings one by one. I regretted having three all of a sudden. "And I didn't intended to do this but ___ I uh", he bent over a little, his lips a few inches away from my ear and his breath was falling on my neck.

"Namjoon", I said, trying to not look at him. I knew damn well I couldn't be able to control myself.

"Hmm", his voice was so small and I could feel goosebumps all over my neck. His gaze on me was strong and I had jitters in my stomach.

"I, uh--let's not okay", I put my hands on his shoulder as he pulled me more closer with a jolt and I gasped.

"Do you really not want to?", he asked me. It was a while since I was in this close proximity of someone like this but my subconscious kept telling me not to. "I don't understand what you find so undesirable about me", he took a few steps back and looked away.

What?

"Do you think I find you undesirable?", I asked him, pressing my lips suppressing my smile. I couldn't get how could he change roles in a span of few seconds.

"Yeah, it's pretty evident really", he sighed, looking at the the far side of the sky at the horizon and I saw him sulking.

"It's not that, are you fucking dumb? It's just you know you shouldn't start things you can't take care of", I said. For some reason I've always felt a little hesitant with him. "But you're desirable enough", I added.

"Sudden validation from you, ah", he clicked his lips in mockery and I felt bad. The last thing I wanted was to look like I was playing hard to get. I didn't feel competent enough in my heart. "Let me kiss you", he said, taking a few steps closer breaking the chain of my thoughts and I hated being so much in control and feeling a little out of place.

I was back to where I was a few seconds ago, me cornered and he put his lips on mine and my body automatically responded. He took over me in a second. My hands rested on his back and clutched the fabric. His hands travelled below my hips as he pulled me upwards and my legs wrapped around his waist. He didn't stop kissing me for one second and I didn't want him to, as he pressed his mouth harder on mine and I bit back a moan. I could feel the heat in my body and every vein seemed to electrify. He walked me up-to my bedroom like he knew which suddenly felt foreign to me as he laid me on the bed, breaking the kiss and I was breathless, panting for air.

I didn't had any resort in me to stop. I didn't want him to stop. I couldn't care more about whatever that had me concerned for a while. He watched me look at him and his lips curved in a smirk. "Should I stop?", he teased me taking a seat on the edge of the bed and I looked away from him to the right side, scoffing.

I pushed myself up, my hands at the hem of the lose white t-shirt I'd on and for a second I hesitated at the fact that he must've seen better flesh than mine but I pulled it upwards exposing myself in front of him as his eyes went everywhere. "Do you want to stop?", I asked him, as I crawled over to him. He didn't object as I sat on his lap and took his face in my hands. I looked in his eyes. He looked beautiful. I traced the outline of his skull, his jaw as I pushed his hair locks that were on his forehead behind. "Do you want to stop Namjoon?", I asked him again as he held me tight, giving me my answer.

He tugged at my neck with his mouth leaving a trail of gentle kisses down and I could feel my nipples startlingly prominent beneath the black lightweight bra I had on. I clutched his hair as he bit my neck suddenly and I gasped.

He pushed me on to him, nearer but there was barely any space for me to come close and I could feel him all over. He messily kissed me before groping my bottom and I-I cut a breath in. He would take turns and be gentler a second and rough the another. "Namjoon", I called out gasping which fueled him even more. He looked at me and smiled proudly at how he had me without doing much.

He flicked the straps of my bra shoving it down exposing my breasts and I could feel my nipples harden to the point it was painful. I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me, more. The way my body responded to his touch was almost funny, how quick, how wet.

I patiently unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off of him while he looked at me with a gaze I couldn't quite make anything of, he just looked at me while he let me work on him. My hands touched his chest and my eyes examined his torso, his skin was warm and his gaze on me gave me confidence like he wanted me back as much I wanted him.

I was forgetting my own desperation for his touch as my hand traveled behind his back, trailing down to his spine and he looked at me as he cut a sharp breath in and I felt good seeing him giving in to me. His arms surrounded mine unclasping my bra in a second and he threw it off on the floor.

I half expected him to grab me and grope my breast but he swept me in his arms as his vaguely pink mouth pressed against mine and instead of hastily grabbing me, his mouth simply rested against mine and it was worse, much more intoxicating. I, on instinct coiled my arms against his neck.

As my tongue demanded entrance and he smiled before letting me, and in a second, roles were reversed, the romantic was gone. He took control and pressed his mouth harder on me with his thumb and finger pressing my nipple and my nails dug deeper in his neck. "Joon...", I on instinct called out, as I gasped for breath but he didn't let me.

He was hard against me and I grinded next to him which seemed to please him while he left my mouth, burning with a wanting for more while my sex clenched as he took control of my body putting his arms around my back and they were free to go anywhere. I wouldn't dare stop him.

A second later, he laid me on the bed and hovered over me before taking my shorts off in a whirl and pushed my underwear off me that it didn't seem reusable. I anticipated his actions but he pushed a thumb into my bottom without no warning and I clutched the sheets, a yell escaping my mouth. My fingers curled meanwhile his other arm grabbed my breast cupping it and a second later his forefinger and middle finger slipped inside of me and my grip on the sheets tightened.

"Shh", he hissed in my ear and I hadn't realized a moan had escaped my mouth. My whole body rocked in less then a minute and I couldn't control my voice, I gasped for breath and I moaned even louder then before. "I didn't take you for a screamer ___", Namjoon seemed amused while embarrassment washed over me as I laid exposed in front of him.

"Let me go down on you", I told him and he looked taken aback as I pushed myself up.

"Do you really want to?", he asked and I shifted closer to him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I would love to", I told him. "Do you want me to?", I asked him.

"Yeah, I mean yeah", he said when his phone rang echoing in the room and his face flushed into irritation as he looked at me and I nodded gesturing him to take it. He took it out of his pocket and answered it. With every word he spoke, his irritation grew. He hung up the phone call. "Where's the wardrobe?", he asked me and my eyes pointed behind him.

Namjoon opened my wardrobe and took out a very lose t-shirt of his choice from my stack of comfortable clothes. He held my arms and slipped the t-shirt on me, pulling me close. He stroked my face and he smiled in my face which forced me to smile as well.

"Am I suppose to expect something from you or should I forget this?", I asked him as his fingers tucked the few strands of my hair behind my ear.

"You're supposed to expect everything, don't dare forget it", he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it and I couldn't help but giggle. "I want to talk to you but I've to go now and I hate it", he smiled at me.

"Okay, go", I told him and he chuckled before letting me off him and he wore his shirt back on.

After seeing him off and taking a shower, I laid back on the couch in the living room thinking about everything that had happened. I didn't regret it, I wasn't thinking much about it anyway.

The guys I'd sex with or made out with, I disliked them because of their narcissism. I appreciated my ability to find guys that were a-grade assholes. I've always had this feeling that I am lacking in some sense with other people. I look normal, like I should but I get this insecurity when taking my clothes off.

I didn't knew what Namjoon thought about it and asking him would be weird. No one who knows me like him would think I am this insecure or anxious about this stuff but then a major part of it has to do with my aura, I guess?

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I took a bite of the sandwich that I held in my hand as I walked around the second set just nearby to the first one. I stood afar, taking a good look, even though the storyboard fits the sights I still need to frame out a rough sketch work in my head.

I took another bite staring at the beach and the path to it and then back to the set that we'd build up by man power. It was pretty accurate in my eyes but I wanted to hear from my assistant director.

I took the walkie talkie out from the pocket of my denim and pressed the centre button, "Jae-chan, where are you?"

In a second he reverted, "Ah sunbae I am near the gripper".

"Come to the road that leads to the beach", I said, before shoving the walkie talkie down in my pocket.

The sea met the sky at the far point of the horizon and how the world is full of these illusions which are not real we know but we still believe. After all there's beauty in things that you don't get. Vastness maybe?

Sea and sky — the two melancholic blues.

"Sunbae?", Jae Chan broke the chain of my thoughts and I glanced at him before looking at the sea. His breath was heavy, I could tell he ran here.

"You could have walked, Chan-ah", I said, smiling. He was really young and passionate about filmmaking but also a little silly. He's cute.

"Ah it's okay. Did you need something?", he asked politely and I shook my head. I liked the input of many people on the same thing, it showed the number of opinions that could centre around one thing that you make in a different context which is then perceived in another.

"Do you think this is accurate in terms of the story board?", I asked him and he seemed lost in thought.

"I would say slightly better because the storyboard is still animation and this is real so I would say better. I'm pretty sure it'll be good sunbae", he told me and I could feel a smile flush on my lips. "You are nervous, aren't you?", he asked me.

"Yeah", I wrinkled my nose, turning around to walk off. I patted Jae Chan's back and he started walking with me.

"You don't have to be, and oh, he's here", he said assuring me and I knew who he meant by he.

My mind automatically went to the day in my apartment. Namjoon had messaged me after but he got busier with his work and I am not a text-er plus I'd a lot of things to do before I left Korea. It was, I didn't knew anything and I didn't want to think about it. I hoped he'd pretend nothing happened, please. But I knew he won't.

I sighed and as I entered the main set, around the vanity and food truck, the manager and Namjoon's staff members greeted me. After that, I mean impractically I wanted earth to open and swallow me. Living is hard anyway.

I'd a flight on the weekend, I'd to pack and I'd to get new boots but I'm just dumb because I'm trying to think of other things. I need a new nail paint, do I? I looked at my nails which were painted black. Maybe grey?

"Sunbae?", Jae Chan shook me and I looked at him. He gestured me to look up front and Namjoon was right there looking like Namjoon.

"Hi", I awkwardly waved at him.

"Hi", he flashed his dimple smile at me. His dimple smile hits me.

"You can get the makeup and hair done, I've a few things to recheck", I excused myself. This is awkward. This is so awkward. I hate it.

Even though I had that awkwardness lingering around but we were nearing to the end of the shoot which went really good because everyone worked so hard. It was mostly one-takes and the lighting supported the whole setting making it so easier for us to finish.

Moreover, it was a while since I had done a music video so it felt good being back on a set like this. Namjoon looked really good with the styling and although I knew the outfits pre-shoot, he still looked better then I'd imagined him to look which enhanced the whole vibe of the music video. He owned earthly tones.

That's why casting and styling is so important. Very much. Makes a gigantic difference.

"What's wrong with you?", I didn't notice he was standing next to me with a small fan in his hands while we prepped for the last shot.

"What's wrong with me?", I asked him, as I adjusted the frame in the main camera. I didn't want this conversation especially right now, especially here.

"I mean...you knowww?", I could feel his stare while I shifted the camera, something is wrong with this.

"I don't know", I said, without looking at him. I was unintentionally making him mad and nothing else.

"I was really scared that you'd say this and see, I mean, why can't you behave normal when I mention anything about us?", he hissed near me and I looked around. Luckily there was no one in our proximity to hear this conversation.

"I-I, Namjoon", I exclaimed, vaguely pointing at the setting hoping we could do this later and I could explain that I would love us but he needs to understand that I won't even be in Korea as much as he thinks I would be and that's why it won't work out.

"I don't care", he eyed me.

"I do. I care, okay? There's no us to begin with and I know I was stupid enough to ask you what I should expect out of, what would you call it, we made out. That's that", I tried being really slow and I could feel annoyance in his sight.

"Made out! Okay, okay fine. I can't believe I deal with you. You're the one who doesn't text or call or even respond to it and that's bare minimum ___", he pondered and I internally rolled my eyes.

I was leaving on the weekend. I was always leaving. That's it. "I don't have to and I have a life Namjoon. I've been working non stop all this time. I don't expect you to understand", I said, standing up from my seat while I called for the head DOP from the walkie talkie.

"You don't want to be understood ___", Namjoon said, grabbing me from my arm and stopping me. He wasn't wrong. A few eyes snapped and I forced a smile immediately. "I like you, I like you a lot. Deal with it", he walked past me.

Deal with it.

As if.

Very abruptly, the last shot rolled in and it was over. The music video was done in a day. It was originally a two day sketch but we had to narrow it down to one day because of Namjoon's schedule and it was worrisome because it did seem impossible but things went smoothly and it was successfully over.

I told Jae Chan to wrap the filming site, though most of it was done while I was present. I picked my bag from a table to leave, kept right ahead from the vanity. Namjoon had left, I guess. I wasn't sure because after the last shot he was angry. He had his jaw clenched all that time, he barely managed to keep it out on the music video.

He was like this, his anger was pretty evident and that hadn't changed.

I like you. I like you a lot.

I couldn't wrap my head around that thought. Did he like me all this time? It sounded pretty crazy to me. I had never thought about anything with Namjoon. He was a friend I could like but I didn't, I had never expected anything out of my acquaintance with him anyway.

"You ate?", his deep voice made me look at him who stood at the steps of the vanity. He hadn't left yet.

"No", I said. He had changed into his normal clothes, the makeup was gone but he still looked great. His natural complexion was shining as the set lights fell onto his face. It made me surer how Namjoon needed someone who could be there rather then somebody who's never there.

"Come eat something", he said calmly. He looked much composed then before.

"I am not hungry", I stated just when he darted towards me. He held me by my forearm, dragging me into the vanity which was empty except for us. A few dishes were laid out on the table in front of the small couch.

"Eat and leave", he said, taking a seat on one of the chairs in front of the mirrors fidgeting with his phone while I quietly sat on the couch. I just wanted it to be over but I'd no appetite so I kept staring at the couple of Italian dishes which were pasta, carbonara I guess, rissoto and also jjangmyeong. "Just eat anything ___", he said, without bothering to look at me.

"I don't really have an appetite", I said, throwing my head back and looking at the ceiling of the vanity.

"What you've is a habit of skipping meals", he eyed me.

I looked at him. "Do you remember everything? Like literally everything?", I asked him as curiosity brimmed in my eyes.

"You don't?", he asked me back. "Well, for me, yeah I do. I did remember every thing but I should probably forget now. I didn't really asked to work with you because I wanted something but I can't say I didn't hope", he locked his phone and kept it on the space in front him. "I mean, we did had something. We did have something a few days ago. You can't exactly call me a friend and I've never seen you as one. The moment you walked in trying to fix the mess on the set since then till now I can't say I didn't hope you'd look at me the same way", he said, bringing all the memories back alive, but it was true, I never looked at him the way he'd wanted me to, hell, I couldn't believe it one bit. "It's true", he said, as if he just read my mind.

It was, it didn't made sense to me. How could he? Why would he? I uh, I think shit's wrong with me because even now I can't seem to focus on someone who confessed their feelings and that someone being Namjoon from all people.

I remember when I was one of the assistant directors under the director for one of the most low-key and low budget project. They didn't had many resources and our firm wasn't doing well either. We always had to come up with hacks, unknown locations for shooting...it was always so hard. We didn't had any respect in the industry.

It was two companies in one boat at the end of bankruptcy and we were so young and such good friends. I knew the rest of the members too but I kind of had a certain vibe with Namjoon. He could get me without having to speak.

I locked at him, his face was fixated on me and I could like him, in fact I did love him not romantically, I just did. I had a lot of love for him. He was caring for the people around him and I loved talking to him. He never once made anyone feel like he was a celebrity back then and a global celebrity now well yeah. He did deserve someone who could be here for him.

He stood up and walked towards me and my eyes followed him. He took a seat next to me and I could see he picked a bowl up but I didn't see which one because I couldn't stop looking at him. Namjoon took a significant amount and extended it to me and I looked at the noodles for a second and then at him. He just nodded and I ate it.

It was good.

"Thanks", I said, wiping the corners of my mouth with my fingers.

"Do you want me to feed you all the way or can you eat your own?", he asked me.

"I will eat", I told him and he gave me the bowl so I could eat on my own. "You ate?", I asked him and he instantly nodded.

"You're going somewhere, aren't you?", he asked me and I felt as if I've just been struck with something.

"Hmm", I said, my mouth almost filled. "And, I...I want to tell you something like adults and clear it. Namjoon you know my work and I am always not here, never. It's useless. Trust me on this, it's not like that but you know you'll need someone beside you and I can't be the one", I told him, calmly, before gulping water down.

"I know that but I'm okay with it. In fact, we would go hand in hand better because I can't take you out on exotic dates as well. This is what you get", he vaguely gestured at the vanity and I chuckled and he warmly smiled at me.

After a second, I spoke much seriously then before, "It will be hard and you know that. It'll be frustrating. You could hate me".

"If you've tired it with someone before, I am not exactly happy knowing this, but you shouldn't compare me with some random dude with a peculiar taste in leather clothing", he rolled his eyes, shifting his back comfortably.

"Hey! Don't be mean just because you see stuff on my Instagram", I scoffed and he maintained his long face.

"No really, what do you take me for? You think you won't have time for me? I won't have time for you", he went on.

"Namjoon", I dragged his name. His tendency to be sarcastic at odd moments is unmatched.

"Don't call my name like that", he stared at my eyes.

"Like what?", I asked him.

"Like you can love me", he said.

"I...you don't have to be like this", I said, keeping the empty bowl on the table.

"Give me a chance then, try it out. I would wait for you I promise", Namjoon took my hand in his and covered it with his warmth.

"Will I be able to...wait?", I looked away from him, thinking about it so hard.

"___ don't think too much. I promise, we'll be fine", he said, his hands travelling to my waist and before he could grab it. I screeched closer to him. I cupped his face and attached my lips to his, while his hands held on my body.

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My relationship with Namjoon was better then I imagined it. I tried my best to be there for him and he was surprisingly almost there for me but it wasn't exactly easy.

It was months and months of hardships and Namjoon was more needy then I thought him to be, he needed a lot of assurance. I don't understand the notion that he holds of everyone wanting me so he needs to be extra careful. I still don't get that his insecure ass doesn't trusts his own members, he won't let me meet them at all.

He was really different. He shifted from dominant to romantic in one second. I loved that. I kind of missed it so much.

He held my hand I could feel it by the way his skin felt against mine, he whirled me around and in a second his hand rested on my waist as he urged me to walk next to him. He was in a perfect disguise and I looked at him. I could tell he was smiling beneath his black mask.

"See, this is why I don't trust other guys! How could you let someone do this to you in the midst of the road in a foreign country?", he asked me.

"No stranger would confidently do this to anyone in a foreign country", I playfully hit him on his leg and he stopped, pretending to be gravely hurt. "I can't believe you", I looked at him as I went with his act. I supported him in standing completely. In a second, he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"I missed you", he softly whispered in my ear.

"I missed you too", I whispered back, softly. I pulled him in an empty alley and pulled his mask down. "I need you to do something", I told him, nibbling on his ear and I could feel my skin feel the heat that it yearned for since a couple of months before him going on tour.

"Right now?", he asked surprised.

"Yeah, right now", I said and I could feel him harden against my pelvis.

"You are...so, not right now. Let's go to your hotel room. I'm still famous", he pulled me closer and I chuckled. He turned me around, pulling his mask down, he kissed me hard. His mouth pressed against mine. I held him tightly and he gasped. "I love you", he softly said before pulling his mask up.

"I, you", I held his hand again.

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sincerelyasomebody · 3 years

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Changes || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF: @merakiaes)

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a long while🤦🏾‍♀️👀. Apologises on the delay and for grammatical errors. I hope it meets your expectations or what you were expecting. Please let me know if the Spanish translations are correct.

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader (married) ☆ 19th Street (mentioned) ▪︎ Cuchillos (mentioned) ▪︎ Los Santos (mentioned) Spooky (mentioned)

Request/Summary: Hii, I was wondering if your still taking requests! If you are can I get one with Sad Eyes where the reader comes home late and a fight breaks out between the two and then she tells him that she found out she’s expecting 🥺🖤 (they could be together for 3yrs) pure angst and fluff if anything! Thank youuu! 💕 - @multiyfandomgirl40

Warning(s): angst, fluff, language, mentions of death and gang violence, pregnancy

Word Count: 1427

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The street lights were on by the time (Y/N) pulled into her driveway. As soon as she switched the engine off, she put her head on her hands and took a deep breath. For the last couple of days, her body started to feel the impact of the extra hours she was pulling. Which wasn't a good sign. Lifting her head up and staring out of the windshield, she spotted her fiance standing on the porch. She gave a half-hearted smile and began to gather her things before hopping out of the car.

She locked her doors and walked up the path to the front steps. As she climbed, she could feel the tension between Jose and herself but chose to ignore it. Moving past him she entered the house and immediately kicked off her heels. She made her way through the living to enter the kitchen to grab something to eat.

"What's going on with us?" she heard once she opened up the fridge, she closed it and looked over at Jose who continued, "it's like we don't even see each other anymore, because I'm out on Santo business and you're working." He moved forward and gently caressed her cheek, "this is the first time I've seen you awake… when I'm here you're usually asleep."

(Y/N) turned her cheek and kissed the palm of his hand, "we're both awake now," and wrapped her arms around his waist. A genuine smile appeared on her face when she felt him a drop kiss on the top of her head.

Jose held her tightly against his chest, "querida… why are you working all these extra hours?" He gently pulled away from her to look at her face, "the last shipment the guys and I did pulled double our usual payment, we're good."

She sighed and shook her head, "it's not about the money… it's more on how you're getting it," she bit her bottom lip, "I'd rather have you safe and here with me than some racks of cash and memories."

"Querida."

"With the death of Cuchillos and the newly formed truce with 19th Street I-I can't help but worry that the next time I'll see you is when I have to identify your body," tears trailed down her cheeks.

He reached out and wiped her tears away, "baby I know I can't promise that-"

"Exactly, you can't! And that's what scares me the most," (Y/N) stepped back, "we're married now, Jose. Not boyfriend and girlfriend, we're not fiance's, we're husband and wife.

"I know what we are, mi amor."

"Okay, then maybe you'll consider cutting back on the runs you take on."

Jose shook his head, "so you're saying I should turn my back on the Santos?" He gestured towards the house, "the reason we have all of this is because of them. And you want me to turn my back on them?"

"I didn't say for you to turn your back on them."

"It sounded like you did."

"All I'm asking is that you don't go on every fucking run!" (Y/N) shot back.

"I'm Spooky's right-hand, wherever he goes I do too. If he's not available, then it's up to me to sort out any problems," he roughly rubbed his face, "you know this already."

She nodded, "you're right I do, but it's time we start getting our shit together," sighing, she continued, "you do know there are other ways to get money without having to clean it all the time?"

He scoffed, "do I look like a guy who works a nine to five?" he began to pace, "I'm not in the Santos because of the money-"

"You joined because of the brotherhood they offered and to make sure your sister and mum would be taken care of."

"If you know all this, why are you questioning it?"

(Y/N) walked out of the kitchen and into the living, she reached into the back of the t.v cabinet (knowing he never went in there) and pulled out the piece of paper that would change their lives. Jose watched as she walked back to him with a look of determination. He shook his head, "the block's been crazy lately and you're worried about me, I get that but-"

"I'm worried because we can't just think about ourselves," (Y/N) slammed the sonogram onto the kitchen counter, "we've gotta think about them too."

Without another word she walked off down the hallway and entered their bedroom. She slammed the door and ignored the rattling of the pictures on the wall. Sliding down on the door, she sobbed as her hands gently rubbed her stomach.

Jose recognised what she had placed on the counter, but couldn't believe it was truly in front of him. He and (Y/N) discussed children early on in their relationship, during their engagement and right after they were married. The conversations switched from "what ifs" to "when we" followed by an example of their upbringing and what they would change for their children. It was always a thought or an idea that seemed so far away.

And now it was going to be a reality.

He gently picked up the picture and traced the outline of it with his forefinger. His focus switched to the typing of the bottom right corner: his wife's name, date and time of when it was taken and how far along the pregnancy was. Laughing when he realised the date of the conception was around Spooky's birthday bash. Shaking his head, he pulled out his wallet and folded the sonogram so it fit beside the photobooth strip of himself and (Y/N) on one of their early dates. He tucked his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans and went through the cabinets to see what he could whip up.

After deciding on his chosen dish, he made sure everything was cooked thoroughly before putting it together on the plate. He picked up the plate, a fork (because he knew she preferred it than a spoon) and a bottle of water. Coming up to his bedroom door, he knocked gently, he heard some movement before (Y/N) opened it up.

"I… uh, made you - well both of you something to eat?" He held up the plate and walked inside, "gotta make sure you're eating enough."

She took the plate and fork, sat on the bed and ate away. When she realised he was still by the door, she gestured for him to sit beside her. He did that and was met with a forkful of the food in front of his face, he smiled and took the bite causing her to smile too. She did this a couple more times, but he redirected it to her mouth. She drank all of the water and put the empty bottle beside the bed. Once she was done with the food, Jose picked up the plate and fork and put them on top of the dresser.

He'd sort them out later.

"Thanks for feeding us, we really appreciate it," (Y/N) snuggled into his side when he sat back on the bed, he had an arm over her shoulders and his other hand placed on her stomach. He kissed the side of her head. Sighing, she turned to him and wanted to speak more on what was spoken in the kitchen, but chose to relish in the feeling of them being parents.

She pecked his cheek, "we're gonna be parents."

"Yeah," he moved his hand from her stomach to grab his wallet, opened it up and pulled out the sonogram, "I gotta question though."

"What do you mean?"

"Shit looks different, like did they upgrade the system or something 'cause the last time I saw these was when ma told me I was gonna be a big brother," he held the picture at different angles.

(Y/N) looked at him, "kinda, but not really, the printouts are still the same," she tapped the picture, "but you're right about it being different than mama g's, though," at his confused expression, she continued, "we're expecting double trouble."

Without a second thought, Jose jumped off the bed and picked her up. (Y/N) squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands went to the back of his neck. They shared a passionate kiss, only separating to come up for air.

Jose had a grin plastered across his face, "we had a really good time at Spooky's bash." Laughing, (Y/N) brought him in for another kiss.

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Spanish Translation(s):

Querida - sweetheart

Mi amor - my love

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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hello! I've just seen your answer to my ask and I'm so glad, I will head over there to wattpad to read it! thank you! I was also wondering if your Maverick requests are opened please? if so, would you be comfortable writing something where he's with a reader the same height as him with really long legs (I'm 5ft 9/verging on 5ft 10 and I think he's portrayed to be 5ft 9). if you dont want to write it because you like to keep your work non-specific with characteristics for all readers, I completely understand! thank you so much for your time and for the lovely content you put out for us all to read ❤

I hope you're having a lovely, lovely day/evening!

My Maverick requests are indeed open, and thank you for leaving a request! I do try to keep my descriptions as vague as possible, unless they are specified by the requester, so I have no problem writing this! And thank you so much for your kind words! It makes me really happy that you like my stuff!😊💛

I'll be honest, this fic gave me a bit of a challenge, but I've done what I could with it. I hope you like it!

Need A Hand?

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x 5'9/10!reader

Warnings: mild injury, some blood imagery

NOTE: the reader's call sign is Hornet (to clear up any confusion)

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Maverick knew he wasn't particularly tall. He never had been, and never would be, but it had never really bothered him. Sure, it gave others something to pick up on and give him grief for, but he'd never really cared much about the snide comments. As a pilot, he often found himself glad that he didn't have to fold himself into the cockpit, like some of the other aviators, and it wasn't like he was particularly short, either. He knew people shorter than him, and it wasn't like it ever put people off him, especially not women.

But even then, as he held Hornet's gaze, he suddenly found himself wishing he were just a little taller, just so he had a slight edge over this particular aviator.

She had him locked in her stare, eyes right at the same level as his, expression unwavering as she regarded him, leaving him almost floundering under the intensity. Maverick never had this problem with women: he could usually stare them down, but (Y/n)? She was a different ball game. Her stare could easily rival Viper's, and it had already put Iceman and Slider in their places, so he knew full well that he wasn't getting out of this one with his reputation intact.

Jaw clenching, he tried not to show his discomfort, but the other pilot was swift to recognise the signs, her lips quirking into a smirk. In that moment, Maverick knew he was beaten, the young man reluctantly looking away to avoid further embarrassment, though he could feel his heart beating faster to catch up to his newly flustered state, a blush dusting his cheeks. Hornet stepped away from him, going back to her seat. From across the room, (Y/n) smirked at him, turning back to her RIO as the commander stepped into the room, exchanging a couple of words with her. Maverick returned to his own seat.

"She get you, too?" Goose hissed to him, leaning in to hear what Maverick replied with.

"Yeah."

"Aw, man. That sucks." The RIO sighed, sitting back in his chair.

Maverick said nothing, choosing instead to remain quiet and observe the girl across from him.

"Come on, man, don't give up on me now! We nearly have 'em!" Maverick complained, clapping Goose on the back as the RIO made his way off the pitch.

"Yeah, I know, but there's something up with my ankle." Goose grimaced, apologising before finding a bench to sit on, leaning back on it.

Sighing, Maverick gritted his teeth and went to step off court, only to be stopped when a familiar figure joined him. Instantly, Iceman and Slider on the other side of the volleyball court stopped laughing amongst themselves, suddenly curious as to what might happen. Puzzled himself, Maverick stared at the other aviator as she moved up to him, smirking at him.

"Need a hand?" (Y/n) asked him, ignoring the gazes clearly taking in her body all around her: it was too hot to play in anything but a pair of shorts and a bikini top, allowing her torso to show.

"Err, yeah, thanks." Maverick accepted, unable to keep his eyes off her beautiful legs, only tearing his gaze away when she snapped her fingers in his face, still smirking.

"My eyes are up here, handsome." Is all she said, before she grabbed the ball and served it in, catching the other two off guard.

A few rounds went by, during which (Y/n) proved herself a formidable ally, winning game after game, easily showing Iceman and Slider up. In this time, Maverick finally realised something, promising to himself that he would go ahead with the realisation he had. His fellow pilot had often made it clear what her thoughts were about what he intended on asking of her, but he thought he'd try anyway - there was no harm in trying, right?

Just as he thought this, a particularly well-aimed spike hit him clear in the face, knocking him backwards. A grunt escaped him, pain exploding out over his face as he went down, tears springing to his eyes from the impact. Groaning, he lay still for a moment, reaching up to probe at his sore nose, annoyed to find blood staining his fingertips when he pulled them away again. A few laughs sounded from around him, the watching aviators and spectators mocking him for his lack of attention, drawing a deep blush to his cheeks as he sat upright again.

(Y/n) was over in a second.

"Hey, are you ok? That looked like it hurt." She asked him, kneeling beside him with worry written on her face.

"Yeah, it did, but I'll live." Maverick responded, hesitantly swiping away some of the blood from his nose, a wince crossing his features as a pang followed the action.

"I'm glad." She smiled tightly, glancing at their opponents, "Those assholes."

"They're always assholes."

"I know, but that was out of order."

She helped him up, signalling to the others that the match was over, walking off with him in the direction of the nearby bench, away from the pitch itself. Sitting him down on it, she quickly went and got her shirt and bag, pulling out a clean tissue as she did. Upon reaching him again, she started cleaning him up, dabbing at the blood now coating his chin.

"Thanks for this, (Y/n)." Maverick smiled up at her, appreciating the gesture.

"No need to thank me, handsome. Just keeping your looks in order." She chuckled, winking to show she accepted his thanks.

"How generous of you." He quipped back, grinning at her.

"Oh, I'm always the Samaritan."

Laughing slightly, the two of them remained quiet for a moment longer, before Maverick finally worked up the courage to ask his question.

"Err, can I ask you something?"

"Hm? Yeah, sure. As long as it's not "have you always been this tall" because the answer is yes." She rolled her eyes playfully.

"No, no, it's not that, though I did wonder." Maverick reassured her, laughing when she lightly punched him in the arm, "No, it was something else…"

"Ok. What?"

"I was just wondering if you'd, err, want to go on a date with me?" He rushed the end of the sentence, totally nervous for her reaction.

For a moment, she froze and said nothing, staring at him in shock. Panicked now, he tried to cover himself up.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry. Ignore that I said that-" Her finger on his lips cut him off.

"I'd love to, though it's taken you long enough to ask." (Y/n) smirked at him.

"Really?"

"Of course."

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For The First Time

A chance encounter in a gas station leads to many surprising and unexpected firsts. DeanAmbrose/Becca. See here for the rest of the series/order to read.

A/N: This is the first in the Dean Ambrose/Becca series - a prequel to Simple Things and Frisk Me

Warning: Smut/Language

Rating: MA

I scuff my foot on the floor, listening to how my sneaker squeaks on the plastic matting. I drum my fingers impatiently on the energy drink can in my hand, toss the pack of chips in the other. I exhale loudly as the lady at the counter chit-chatters to no one in particular as she pulls coin after coin from her wallet to pay.

I should have just got on the road, pulled over at the next gas station for cigarettes rather than here in the middle of town. Rookie mistake. I had two left, enough to see me through the next hour or so. But it's too late now – can't exactly return half a tank of gas. I roll my head back and let out a low groan as the lady goes back into her purse to pull out more loose change. There's a muffled giggle behind me and I turn to look over my shoulder. Deep brown eyes meet mine, swimming in mirth as white teeth pinch a pink bottom lip in an attempt to stifle a second giggle. I roll my eyes, acknowledging both of our frustrations at the wait.

“How much is that?” the lady peers up at the spotty cashier, hand still in her purse.

“That makes it twelve, ma'am.”

“And just another twenty to go,” a voice murmurs behind me.

Now it's my turn to bite back a chuckle as I glance over my shoulder once again. She raises an eyebrow in response.

“Am I right or am I right?” she adds with a smile.

“Damn right,” I agree.

“Not like people got to get to work or anything.”

“Sure.”

“I should've just waited, but now I got this,” she raises her takeaway coffee cup. “And I've already drunk half of it waiting here.”

I let my chuckle slide from my mouth and she smiles appreciatively. Glancing back at the counter, I can see that even the cashier is slowly losing his patience. Ah, fuck it.

Stepping forward, I dump my purchases on the counter and retrieve my wallet from my back pocket.

“How much?” I ask the cashier, nodding at the lady beside me, who is still obliviously counting out coins. He stares at me dumbly. “How much left to pay?” I prompt.

“Uh, twenty-three.”

I count out the notes and shove them into his hand.

“Oh, how very kind of you. Let me-” the lady reaches back into her purse.

“No worries, I got it.” I flash her my best smile. “Just doing my good deed for the day.”

She slowly packs away a handful of change, still muttering her thanks as she moves away towards the exit.

“Just these?” the cashier grunts.

“No, wait.” I turn back to the dark-eyed, pink-lipped woman. “Serve her first, she's running late.”

Her head snaps up. “You sure?”

“Go ahead,” I gesture. “I'm feeling extra generous,” I add with a wink.

As she places her coffee on the counter and rattles off the pump number, my eyes instinctively drag over her body. I note the black jeans, that stop just shy of her ankles, the white low-top Chuck Taylors. Her fingers, which fumble with her purse, are complete with perfectly manicured nails, square and black. Handing over a couple of notes, she raises the same hand and runs it through her short blonde hair, turning to offer me a small smile. I return the gesture, my eyes sliding down from her face to take in her pale blue button-down is well, not completely buttoned, revealing a haphazard cluster of necklaces from her throat down to where the first button is fastened, not allowing me any peek at what's beneath. Not that I need to. I can already tell from her slight frame that she is perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body.

That and the fact that my history has provided me with enough evidence to back up my findings. What can I say? I've had my fair share of women, sizes and types. I practically pride myself on being able to tell without even touching if a woman's breasts are real or fake. It's a talent that's taken a number of years to nail and now that I have, I use it at every given opportunity. Mainly to score drinks off the rest of the guys on the roster.

The cashier hands over blondie's change, which she stuffs into her purse with thanks.

“Thanks, you're a lifesaver,” she says to me as she picks up her coffee.

“No problem.” I shove my purchases towards the cashier, grunting out my cigarette request as well. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as blondie heads for the door, pushing it open with her hip and giving me ample opportunity to check out her ass in the process.

With my wallet significantly lighter, I make my way to the door, nudging it open with my shoulder, eyes on the ground.

“Watch it!”

I glance up with a frown and come face to face with blondie once again, her coffee cup close to capsizing in her hand as she takes a careful side-step out of my way.

“Shit, sorry,” I mutter.

“No harm done,” she smiles.

“You forget something?” I ask and then inwardly groan. Why'd you ask that, dumbass?

“My boss just text his coffee order. Turns out the machine at work is busted and he has perfect timing...” She trails off. “Here's hoping there's not another coin-payer in the line.”

“I think you're in the clear.”

“That was a sweet thing you did.”

I shrug. “I needed to get on the road, did what I had to do.”

“And letting me go in front. You didn't have to do that.”

I shrug again. “Like I said, no problem.”

She pauses. “I feel like I should say thank you properly.” I raise an eyebrow and watch as her cheeks flush a faint pink. “I mean, y'know, a thank you coffee or something.”

I shift my purchases into one hand and reach for my car keys. “There's no need, honestly. And I'm leaving town for a week or so.”

“I can owe you.”

I pause, chewing my lip. “Okay then.”

She grins. “Why don't I give you my number and you can drop me a text when you're back in town?”

It's only as I'm reaching for my phone that I realise that it's normally the other way around. I'm normally the one making the request, making sure I'm the one in control. And sure, she's giving me her number still, I feel like I'm on the back-foot. Although maybe that's because what's on offer isn't usually just a thank you drink. It's usually a booty call drink just waiting to happen, a 'when I'm town and horny' drink.

She taps her number in quickly and hands it back to me, her name and number already saved.

“Y'know, I always collect on a promise, Rebecca.” The line rolls off my tongue just as it's done a thousand times before.

“I'm sure you do, Dean.”

“How-” I start, my mouth dropping open as she says my name.

“A message popped up as I was typing my number. Looks like your friend wants to know if you're on your way.”

I thumb my phone and notice the message from Roman. Wow, she's smooth. I look back up at her and give her a crooked smile. Maybe I will take her up on that drink after all.

I thought that she might tumble from my mind the second I hit the freeway. I thought that I'd get to the arena and she'd be a distant memory. I thought that when I looked at my phone later that night, I'd puzzle over who the hell Rebecca even was.

Yeah, none of that happened.

Being alone with my thoughts for a couple of hours isn't anything new. But I seemingly wasn't alone that day. There was something about her, something that bugged me. She had a confidence about her that was unsettling. Not in a bad way, but it was unsettling nonetheless. I kind of liked that about her. Within a few minutes, she'd made an impact and there was something to be said for that. I liked her sass, but also the way she duly blushed when I silently insinuated something a little less innocent. There was something intriguing about the two opposite reactions and I wanted to find out more.

Although that was easier said than done. Even now, as I haul my ass home after a week on the road, I'm debating whether texting her is the right thing to do. There is no fucking way I'm turning this into something it's not – whether that's by my own doing or hers. She's not like any of the other chicks I'd usually take out and that makes me wary. I wouldn't say I have a type, but others would surely disagree. I like to know what I'm getting into and I like my women to know that too. And most do. They appreciate the fact that I haven't got time to dedicate solely to them, that the chances are that we'll drink and fuck and then I'll be gone. If they're especially unique, shall we say, then perhaps I'll give them a call when I'm back in the same city.

I make no qualms about who I am. I am more than happy with my lot in life. I've worked damn hard to be here and I'm going to enjoy the perks that come with this job because one day I might lose it all and I want to make damn sure I've spent the time I've had well. If that means spending the rest of my life in bars, hooking up with girls that only want one thing, then so be it. I am completely fine with that. In fact, I am more than fine with that.

Sure, there's an occasional moment of weakness. Like when Roman looks like he slept with a damn coat hanger in his mouth, and I know damn well that Lex has just text something particularly gushing and a part of me wonders what that might feel like. And then I remember that I'm kind of allergic to anything too sickeningly cute and that fleeting feeling disappears back where it belongs. At the back of my mind, buried under a mountain of other crap that floats around my head on a daily basis.

I slow to a stop at a junction, drumming my fingers on the wheel as I wait for the light to turn green. I blink and Rebecca clouds my vision once again. Christ.

I doubt she's the kind of girl to wait by the phone. Which is good, because she'd have been waiting for a hell of a long time for my message. And I doubt she's the kind of girl that would read into something beyond the actual words, which is good because I'm not one to play any kind of games or get sucked into someone else's.

Perhaps if that's how she is, then maybe one drink won't do any harm. One drink and a good time. Okay, maybe more than one drink, but one night for sure. One night and then we call it quits. One night and that's it.

I nod in agreement with my mind as the lights turn green and I move forward again. But even with my mind made up, I still can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something, that there's something right in front of me, just begging to be noticed and pondered over.

It was like she stole a page out of my own damn playbook. At the time I thought it was a pretty slick move. But now, days later, I realise it's something I might have done myself at one time or another. Which means one of two things. Either I'm being well and truly taken for a ride. Or I've finally met my match.

My text was short and to the point.

If that drink's still on offer, let me know. I'm around till Saturday. Dean.

Her response, half-hour later, was even shorter and way more direct.

Still on offer. Friday, 8pm?

When she sent me her address after I agreed, I realised that her building was only a block from a fairly average, yet still decent bar. One that serves cold beer, has an excellent jukebox and where the bar staff leave the patrons to occupy themselves.

But as I watch her walk down the final steps from her building to the sidewalk, I feel like I've made a terrible mistake. Her heels click on the concrete steps, her dark blue dress clinging to her thighs. She did say drink, right? Not dinner, not something else that would require being dressed up the fucking nines.

“Hey,” she smiles, her eyes darting from my face down to my shirt, black jeans and boots. “Sorry, I know I'm a bit over-dressed for a drink, but there was this work thing and I didn't have enough time to change.”

“I can wait,” I start to say, but she cuts me off.

“No, it's fine.” She runs a hand through her hair and I notice the change of colour on her nails, from black to deep red. A simple bracelet slides along her wrist as she adjusts her purse on her shoulder.

We start walking and she easily falls into the same rhythm as me.

“So, do you go out of town often?” she asks after a few quiet seconds.

“Yeah, it's for my job. It's a running joke that we're actually paid to travel rather than do our actual jobs.”

“Which is what?”

I cast her a sideways look and she meets my gaze with a questioning look. This is new. Although I guess it doesn't say much of the bars I usually frequent, where every single woman is looking to hook up with a wrestler and know more about us than we do ourselves. “I wrestle.”

“Like WWE?”

“The one and only.”

“Must be pretty cool.”

“It has its perks,” I agree.

“You get to see much of the cities you travel to?”

“Occasionally,” I concede, politely omitting the fact that the time that could be spent sightseeing is usually spent recovering from the previous night before hitting the gym.

“I travel with my boss sometimes, but I usually only get to see whatever city it is during cab rides.”

“What do you do?” I ask, remembering her additional coffee run at the gas station.

“Personal assistant for one of the bosses at a big hotel group. It's cool, they're pretty good to me, even if it does come with crazy hours sometimes. I guess you can relate.”

“Sure,” I nod as we come to standstill outside the bar. “Here okay?”

She looks up at the worn exterior. “I could definitely do with a cold one after this week.”

She really is my kinda girl.

I lean against the edge of my table, watching Rebecca as she leans across the pool table to take her shot. Or rather, I lean against the edge of the table, trying to hold it together as Rebecca leans across the table to take her shot, her ass wiggling in front of me, her dress inching steadily up as she leans forward a little more.

The sound of the white hitting the striped ball brings me back to my senses, but only just. Because she's now making her way back to me, fingers curling around the cue whilst the other hand pumps the air in triumph of her shot. And then she's reaching for her beer, lips pressed to the opening as she knocks back a mouthful.

This is not how this was supposed to go down. I am enjoying this way too much. I eye the clock above the bar for what must be the tenth time in as many minutes. How have we been here for two hours already? I was right in saying that one drink was never going to the limit. We're at least three beers deep each, having migrated from a booth to the pool table at the earliest opportunity. On Rebecca's request surprisingly.

I get the feeling that she can make a good time happen, no matter where. Not out of loudness or over-eagerness, just because... Well, she just seems to be up for anything. I'm pretty sure if I had taken her for dinner or to somewhere slightly fancier, she'd have been equally as enthusiastic. The point is, that it feels genuine, not that she's just trying to make the best of a bad situation. To be honest, I wouldn't have blamed her if she was. I'm still kicking myself for my earlier fuck up, although less so now I've had plenty of opportunities to check out her ass and decide that if the opportunity arises, I wouldn't mind coping a feel.

I shake my head as I move towards the pool table to take my shot. There won't be an opportunity. There shouldn't be an opportunity. As much as I'm enjoying this evening, there is no way this is going any further than that. I desperately try to repeat the mantra as I line up my shot and then promptly miss.

“Shit.”

“Don't tell me you're a sore loser,” Rebecca grins as I step back to the table and pick up my beer.

“I can not like losing, but not be a sore loser,” I retort.

“Don't tell me you're doing it on purpose to make me look good,” she teases as she hops down from the barstool.

“I'm pretty sure you don't need any help to make you look good. You're wiping the floor with me.” I gesture at the two remaining striped balls, compared to my four solid colours.

“I only bring my A-game,” she replies with a chuckle. “Maybe you should too next time?”

I can't help but laugh in response. “You might regret it when I kick your ass.”

“I'll believe it when I see it.”

She pots her remaining balls in quick succession, leaving me to shake my head at my complete and utter defeat.

“Another?” she gestures to our almost empty bottles. “I'll get them this time.”

I nod but reach for my wallet anyway. She rolls her eyes and darts to the bar before I can even offer to pay. I let her go, finishing my beer whilst I wait.

Her hint at a next time makes me think. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to see her again. If tonight is anything to go by, she's a good laugh and it's been a while since I've hung out with a woman who wasn't just concerned about getting wasted and getting laid, who could take a joke and make me laugh at the same time. Fuck, when did I become so indecisive? I'm usually a straight-shooting guy, I know what I want, I go for it. Job done. Tonight, I'm all over the fucking place. My mind is ablaze with a hundred different thoughts about how to wrap tonight up or how to push for a few more hours without using the usual and most obvious technique. Or maybe I should. Shit.

Rebecca returns with two beers and slides one towards me before hopping back onto the barstool. She's quiet for a moment, taking a long drink, running a hand through her hair as she stares at nothing in particular. I drag my hand over my face, watching her brow furrow for a second and then right itself as she turns her gaze back to me.

“So is this a regular haunt of yours?”

“One of them,” I nod.

“I guess on your days off, you just wanna chill out.”

“Sure.”

“No girlfriend?”

I raise an eyebrow. “No. Why?”

She shrugs. “Just wondered. I didn't want to step on any toes.”

“You're not.”

“Good.”

Another quiet pause.

“If...” she starts and then stops.

“If...” I repeat, letting the word hang in the air, prompting her to continue.

“If you ever wanted to hang out again. On your days off. I'd be up for that.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, I get if you don't want to.”

I frown. “Why'd you say that?”

She holds my gaze for a moment and then looks away. “My number must be one of a few hundred on that phone of yours.”

Wow, straight to the point. “It might be, but that doesn't mean anything.”

“It doesn't?”

“No. I can't actually remember enjoying a night out like this in a long time,” I tell her, watching as a small glimmer of hope whistles through her eyes. “You're fun to hang out with.”

“Thanks,” she gives me a small smile, her cheeks flushing faintly. “Likewise.”

“I'm back in a couple of weeks,” I say, my mouth ahead of my brain. “We could do this again. Only properly. Somewhere with actual food?”

She laughs. “Sounds good.”

A half-hour later, we're heading back to her apartment. Only I know that this isn't going to end the usual way. Half of me is tempted to ask, just to see, just to test the waters. But the other half, my slightly more sensible side, figures that if she wanted that, she'd have made a move. They always do.

“This is me,” she murmurs quietly as we reach her building. “Thanks for the beer. And the pool win.”

“No problem. I guess I'll text when I'm back in town.”

“I look forward to it.” She stands still for a second, her fingers toying with her keys. And then her hand is on my shoulder, her lips brushing against my cheek. I breathe in her perfume, a hint of spice on her breath from the chips at the bar. Her fingers slide from my shoulder to my forearm, offering a small squeeze. “Safe travels.”

I almost say “you too”, but stop myself before the stupidity of it falls from my lips. I stand there, almost frozen as she clicks her way up the steps and offers me a small wave as she opens and closes the door.

Now what?

Glancing at my watch, it's barely eleven. Usually, I'm just getting started, especially as I don't need to leave for the airport until noon tomorrow. But just as I start to walk, I stop and feel my arm rise to flag down a passing cab. I'm reeling off my own address before I know it, settling back into the seat. We pass what feels like a dozen bars on the way home, but I ignore the bright lights, the noise, the women. I manage to slide past every single whiff of temptation until I'm dropped in front of my own building and left wondering what the hell just happened.

“What the hell, why would you do that?”

“I needed the money. Plus at the time, I was so thrilled just to be given a chance, I'd have done anything,” I explain, although her wrinkled up nose suggests that my justification does little answer her question of why I'd willingly throw my body around a ring surrounded in barbed wire.

“You don't do that now though?”

I chuckle. “No way. Way too many forms to complete.��

She gives me a wry smile. “You're crazy.”

“Believe what you will, Rebecca.”

“Becca's fine, y'know.”

It's been two weeks since I was last home, yet the first thing on my list was to text Rebecca. Dinner this time, like I promised. I let her pick the spot and met her there this time. The conversation was as easy as it was in the bar, much to my relief. Although perhaps it helped that we'd text a couple of times whilst I was on the road.

Mainly because instead of going to the bar the second I walked into a hotel, I was heading for my room and drawing out my phone and debating long and hard about whether to text or not. That was the first few nights anyway. And then I took the plunge, waited with bated breath for her response and felt my lips twitch into a smile when she did. I could almost feel her surprise through the phone. I wondered if mine was just as palpable.

Something about her makes me want to prove to myself that I can be something else. Despite all my bravado about enjoying the perks of my position, something started to eat away at me the second I left her apartment building. The fact that I made it back to mine without dropping the ball once... Well, even I didn't see that one coming. And on the road, the times I did venture to the bar, I brushed off the handful of attempts at attention, paused to flirt briefly and then for some unknown reason, thought the better of it.

Brown eyes, pink lips, blonde hair. That's all I could think about. It's like she's cast a fucking spell over me, forbidding me to think of anyone other than her.

The last time I had a goddamn crush was in high school and even then it was short-lived. A few days maybe, until I made out with said girl at some party and then she spewed over my jeans. I can't quite see that happening again this time around, but the fact that I feel like this makes me nervous all the same. And I don't think I've ever been so damn nervous around a woman before. To the point where I'm being careful not to over-sell the cockiness.

“Becca...” I test it out on my tongue. “I like it.”

“Little less formal, don't you think?” she grins at me as the cab pauses, waiting for a gap to turn into her street.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her lick her lips and my mind instantly goes into overdrive without warning. I'm not going to lie, I've been thinking about those lips for a while now. Ever since they brushed against my cheek. Ever since I watched them wrap around the opening of that beer bottle. And then tonight, watching her sip her wine, run her tongue over them, tug them between her teeth, press her fingertip to them. I don't think I've ever been quite so keen to test out the potential of one body part.

She looks as good as she did last time. Cropped pants rather than a dress. Flats rather than heels. A floaty camisole that still hides everything from view. Her short blonde hair is straight tonight, the tips whispering around her shoulders as she fumbles with her keys. The cab draws to a halt outside her building and we both exit.

Becca pauses after she climbs the first step and then looks back at me.

“I had a good time again.”

“Same,” I agree.

White teeth sneak out to grip her bottom lip. Keys jangle in the silence as she holds my gaze. “Do you want to come up?”

The cab is still idling behind us. I blink. “Only if you're sure.”

“Wouldn't ask if I wasn't.”

I pay the driver and then follow her up the steps, up to the third floor, her hand grazing against mine until, just as we reach her door, I decide to finally wrap mine around hers. She looks up at me with a curious gaze and I vow that whatever happens, I am not going to sleep with her. Not tonight anyway.

But the second her lips touch mine, I realise that's a promise that's going to be hard to keep. It's brief, up against the closed door, her purse falling to the floor as she reaches to cup the back of my neck. And then she pulls away, her hand finding mine again as she leads me further into her apartment. Her knees hit the edge of the couch and she's dragging me down on top of her, our mouths finding each other.

This time it's longer, hotter. Her mouth is insane, full of opposites – soft lips combined with extreme heat. Her tongue is fiery, yet lazy, controlling the speed at which I run mine against it. Her hands roam up and down my arms as I fight to keep my weight off her small frame. But as I go to rise ever so slightly, her arms wrap around my shoulders and she pulls me back, her legs slowly parting to let me settle between them.

Out of instinct, I grind down slowly and then freeze. I half expect her to pull back, to kick me out, to remind me that she's not that kind of girl. But her right leg slowly curls around my left, her foot digging into the back of my knee, her own hips starting to move.

Fuck...

My hand finds its way into her hair, brushing it back from her face as I pull back for a quick breath and then capture her lips once again. Her hands slide down my back and I shiver at her touch and then groan softly into her mouth as one hand sneaks under my shirt, her fingers brushing over my bare skin as I start to grind against her.

My brain is screaming to stop. My cock, however, has very different ideas. But Becca's legs are widening still, her foot now on the back of my thigh as she grants me more access, her hips in time with mine as I drop from her mouth and attack her neck, the hand in her hair increasing its grip so I can angle her head just so and take my time with her throat. A little moan escapes her and when I flick my gaze back up, her eyes are closed, her mouth a pouty 'O' as I inch a little further south and nip at her collarbone.

“Dean...” her voice is breathless as I kiss my way back up to her mouth and swallow her accompanying whimper.

I should stop. I really need to stop.

But my hand is on her shoulder, fingers playing with the strap of her camisole, testing the waters as I slide it down to hang on her upper arm. And she doesn't stop me.

I shift slightly, my hand finding her stomach, clutching handfuls of material as I head higher, my fingers grazing the underside of her clothed breast. And she doesn't stop me.

My fingers slide over the rise, reaching the swell of her breast, feeling it fit perfectly in the centre of my palm. I trace the outline of her bra, squeezing gently and feeling her body arch beneath me.

We did stop. Eventually. Although it took us a while to untangle ourselves, what with her leg around my waist, her hand under my shirt, on my stomach. My hand was well and truly wrapped around her hair, my other hand minutes away from tugging her shirt down. But we pulled away, my hips slowing to a stop as hers did the same. She brushed a hand through my hair, held my gaze as she told me that I needed to go.

But she wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know. I needed to get out of there before either one of us did something we regretted. And what a new sensation that was. I don't think I've ever really regretted anything in my life. Perhaps there have been occasions where things could have gone a little better, but I would never say I regretted a single second. Not until I met Rebecca and was watching my every move, careful not to do anything that would put any of this – whatever this is – in jeopardy.

For once, it's not all about the fuck. And as much as images of her lying on the couch beneath me keep popping into my mind at all hours of the day, I almost want to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible. Because I am yet to drop the ball on this. Even when I was all fired up and horny as hell, I got back to my apartment and took the longest, coldest shower ever. But I couldn't shake her, still. Fist against the shower wall, the other around my cock, I squeezed my eyes shut and thought of her mouth.

It's been a week this time. And this time, her hand slides into mine a few seconds after we meet, tugging me across the road whilst I stare mesmerised at her back. Today I'm being treated to a floor-length dress, the back made up of thin straps that criss-cross over her fair skin from her shoulder blades, right down to the small of her back. In between the gaps, I can't spy a bra strap and the thought makes my mouth go dry.

“You okay back there?” she says over her shoulder.

“Sure, darlin'.”

It slips out with ease as if that's how I've always referred to her. Her hand squeezes mine before I let it go and slide my arm around her shoulders instead, pulling her against me.

We find a cafe for lunch, sitting outside under the large umbrellas. I tell her about my week and she tells me about hers. And then we walk some more, drink iced coffee as we head through a park and then out the other side. We talk about TV shows, music, films, books. She jokes about her lounge resembling a library. I decide not to comment that I wasn't quite paying attention last week. The place could have been a fucking bomb site and I wouldn't have noticed.

We kiss as we wait to cross a road. Her hand creeps up the back of my neck, holding me to her as she moulds her body against mine. My thumb catches every other strap on the back of her dress as I slide my hand down to the small of her back, my little finger grazing the slight swell of her ass.

Outside her apartment, we go through the niceties again. Only this time, there's a flicker of hesitation, a rumbling of doubt behind her eyes.

Don't ask, I beg.

Ask, I scream.

Make me prove how good I can be, I beg.

Let me show you how good I can be, I scream.

“You want to come up again?” She twirls a strand of hair around her finger, stood on the bottom step, as usual, bringing herself almost level with me.

Her hand guides me upstairs, but by the time we reach her floor, we're bumping into the walls as I cover her mouth with mine. She turns at the door, fumbling to fit the keys in the lock, but that doesn't stop me. My hands are on her hips, my body pressed against hers as I find the back of her neck and attack it with the same passion as her mouth.

Kicking the door closed behind us, I turn her in my arms again and slam my mouth against her. Swallowing her moan, I push her backwards and we stumble blindly through her apartment, knocking against the back of the couch for a moment and then a table. I almost trip on a rug outside her bedroom door as she tugs my shirt over my head, her nails digging into my chest as she explores my bare skin.

My knees hit the back of the bed as she pushes me towards it with a force that makes me raise an eyebrow. As she kicks off her sandals, I make hasty work of my own shoes before she presses a hand to my shoulder and pushes me back onto the bedsheets. I watch as her hands gather up the skirt of her dress as she kneels on the edge of the bed and slowly makes her way on top of me. She lowers herself on my crotch and I almost jump at the heat radiating between her thighs.

Pushing her hair back behind her ears, she leans down and kisses me again. But this time it's a slow, measured pace. Her hands run over my arms, down my chest as she explores my mouth and I let her. I let her take her time because the second I flip her onto her back, all hell is going to break loose again.

But that doesn't stop my hands from coming to rest on her legs. And then when I realise I want to feel her bare skin, pushing away the swathes of material and groaning into her mouth as my hands work their way up from her knees to her waist. I pluck at the waistband of her panties and she responds by pulling back, hands grabbing at the dress as she eases it higher. I help her push it over her head and then let my eyes roam over her naked body.

“God, you're beautiful,” I hear myself murmur. But she is. She is stunning. Her hair is messy from our furious speed, but I find myself wanting to make it even messier. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, but I only want to make them even more so. Her breasts are small but pert and I cup one in my hand, rolling the nipple between my fingers and watching her eyes flutter closed. She whimpers softly as I press my other hand to her back and ease her down to me, shifting her a little higher so I can replace my fingers with my mouth, swirling my tongue along the hard tip until she hisses.

“You like that?” I groan against her as I release my lips.

“Yes...”

“How about this?” I pinch it between my fingers, softly at first, but increasing the pressure until her hips buck and she curses.

“Shit, Dean...”

“I take that as a yes,” I smirk, tweaking her other nipple in the same way, before taking it into my mouth.

Her hips roll against me and my cock silently pleads to be let loose. But it's like she's a goddamn mind reader as she pulls away from my mouth and lowers hers to my chest instead, nipping and sucking her way down to my stomach, her fingers on my belt, hooking around the waistband of my pants and boxers and pulling them way in one fluid motion.

Reaching for a pillow, I prop it behind my head, watching as her eyes focus on my cock. I groan loudly, much to her amusement, as her hand wraps around the length and she licks her lips.

“Becca,” I hiss as her lips wrap around the tip. Her tongue laps eagerly at the slit, making me grunt as her hand works the rest, a firm fist working up and down.

“Mmm,” is her only response as she pulls back, only to run her tongue along the underside a second later. My eyes threaten to roll back in my head as she takes me a little deeper into her mouth, but I force them open, chancing a look down to find her watching me.

Letting me go, she smirks and then takes me back in, again a little further, her tongue swirling over the tip every time she pulls back. Her wrist twists over the base expertly and I let go a curse of my own as it suddenly moves to my thigh and I'm completely engulfed by her mouth. The tip is pressed against the back of her throat and I'm almost a goner as she swallows.

“Fuck, Becca...”

My hand instinctively rises to grip the back of her head, but I don't need to apply any pressure, she eases back a second and then takes me fully again without prompting and I could almost cry at the sensation. Her mouth feels as hot as it does when I'm kissing her and the sight of those pink lips wrapped around my cock is fucking insane. Her nails scrape against my balls and I know I'm seconds away from blowing my load down her throat whether she likes it or not because I won't be able to stop even if she wants me to.

“Bec...” I manage to get out, but then the heat dies away and I grunt in frustration.

She smirks up at me, her hand gripping my cock halfway up, halting my impending release.

“Fuck, darlin',” I groan as she kisses the tip once again.

“I'll carry on if you want me to,” she offers, but I shake my head, reaching down to pull her up and then flipping her onto her back.

“No way, I've waited long enough for this,” I practically growl into her neck as I reach down and cup her through her panties, groaning as I feel the damp patch with my fingers.

“There are condoms in the drawer,” she points to the left, but I shake my head.

“Not yet, darlin'...”

I dip my head to her breasts again, fingers in the waistband of her panties as my cock jerks against her thigh.

“Because,” I continue. “I've been thinking about how sweet you're gonna taste. And how that voice of yours is gonna sound when you scream my name as I eat your hot, wet pussy.”

One finger slips inside her as I reach her stomach. Glancing up, I notice how dark her eyes have become, how flushed her cheeks are already.

“Dean...”

“You're dripping, darlin'...”

“I... I know...”

I lift my now wet finger to my mouth and suck it dry, smirking as she whimpers. “Fuck, that's good...”

Sliding her panties down her legs, I slowly spread them, pressing my lips to her inner thigh. I push my finger back inside her, easing it in and out as I move my mouth closer and closer to my target. Spreading her wetness, I use the same finger to seek out her clit, starting gently as I cover her entrance with my mouth and kiss her slowly. She jerks against me, twisting her hips to angle me just how she needs me. I listen to her every move, respond to every one, making sure that I hit the spots she needs to get off. She sucks in a deep breath as I switch my tongue for my fingers again, letting the tip flick over her clit.

“Dean,” she whimpers again. “There... Right there...”

I don't let up, my fingers, two now, sliding in and out of her, making her curse loudly. I wrap my lips around her clit, trapping it so I can focus on just the tip with my tongue.

“FUCK!”

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, her body slowly starting to twist away, but I refuse to let her, my arm pressed against her waist, holding her down on the bed as she lets out a gut-wrenching scream.

Her body is limp as I crawl back up. I brush the hair from her face, cup the back of her neck and bring her mouth to mine. She moans as she tastes herself.

Pulling away, I press my mouth to her ear. “You're gorgeous, darlin'.”

She won't meet my eye as I pull back. Slipping a finger under her chin, I force her to and repeat my words.

“Gorgeous.”

She shakes her head.

“Don't do that,” I murmur, reaching out to the side to grab a condom. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“How beautiful you are.”

“I'm beautiful?” her voice rising in question.

“Say it, don't ask it.” I nudge her legs a little further apart.

“I'm beautiful,” she gasps as I push into her.

“Damn right,” I groan as her tightness consumes my cock. “Fuck, Becca...”

She hisses my name back at me, her legs wrapping around my waist as I start to thrust into her. I keep murmuring it into her neck, mixed in with a whole other cacophony of words that blur into groans and moans as I push her towards her release. Her nails rake down my back as I bite down on her neck and then suck until the skin turns red.

Her body arches and I wrap my arms under her, pulling her upright as I jerk back onto my knees. Gripping her shoulder with one hand, her ass with the other, I lift her up and down on my length, feeling her tighten around me.

“Becca, talk to me...”

“Ah, harder...”

I slam her down with more force and her head rocks back, exposing her neck to my mouth once again. The hand on her shoulder curls its way through her hair, holding her there as I continue to pump into her. Her body tenses and she trembles violently.

“Dean!”

She collapses against me, her legs sliding from my waist as her release washes over her. Easing her back onto the bed, I pull out and flip her over, dragging my hands over her back.

“You okay, darlin'?” I murmur as I nudge her hips upwards.

“Fuck, yes.” Her head twists to the side as she looks back at me through dark and hazy eyes.

“Good,” I groan as I push into her, gripping her hips hard as I thrust deeply.

She whimpers and whines beneath me, all sounds coming from those lips of hers like music to my ears. Her hands stretch out, reaching for the headboard, wrapping around the thick slats as I pound into her willing body. One hand slips, squeezing her ass and I'm rewarded with a loud moan.

“Harder...”

I squeeze again and a wicked smile graces her face.

“Harder...”

I smirk as I give her ass cheek a tentative smack.

“Mmm... Dean... Harder...”

The second smack is louder, but her holler is even louder.

I'm close, the feeling of her pussy around me, her voice urging me on, my hand on her ass, smacking it loudly for a third time as I grip her opposite hip to keep up with my hard thrusts. Squeezing her ass briefly, I drop my hand and curl it around her waist, seeking out her clit. I want her to cum again, I want to feel her pussy grip my dick again and squeeze me until I cum as well.

“Dean, shit... I...”

“Becca, cum for me, I wanna feel you cum again.”

My grunting is lost in her howl, her body falling forward as I slam into her one last time.

She sticks to me as I pull her against me. I press a chaste kiss to her forehead and then blink at my own actions. Although I'm not sure why I'm surprised. Everything that's happened in the last few weeks has been about firsts and surprises and unexpected words and actions.

“Fuck,” she breathes against my shoulder.

“What?”

“Was that your A-game?”

I chuckle as I pull back slightly to look down at her. “Why?”

“Because if it wasn't, then I don't quite know how I'm going to survive when you give me your best.”

“Give me a second and we can test that theory out,” I smirk, already feeling my cock stir at the thought of pounding into her body again.

She settles back against me, but only for a second. “If this is it, then I'm happy with that.”

I stare at her. Seriously? She's now offering me an out? Not that I want to take it, but Christ...

“Do you want this to be it?” I venture.

“Do you?”

I shake my head with a smile. “Not the way this works, answer the question.”

She ducks her head down until I cup her chin and bring her eyes up again. “I like hanging out with you. If this is an added benefit, then I'm up for that.”

But there's a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes and I can feel her searching my face, looking for the same hope, the same feelings.

And for the first time in my life, I find myself saying I want that and more.

And for the first time in my life, it's actually the truth.

Fin

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"Don't bother coming back into work tomorrow."

Her words had been replaying in your mind since the final encounter, bouncing round like a taunting echo. It'd only been a week since you'd stopped working at Alchemex, yet had felt like a lifetime of boredom and fatigue. With no job or persistent villain to chase after, if you could even call Liv a villain anymore, there was no reason to get out of bed in the morning, nothing to stop you from moping around your apartment. The days blended into what felt like one long sick day, disregarding the occasional break to rescue a cat stuck in a tree.

Although, your only sickness was of the mind. Whenever you attempted to get some rest, your thoughts would inevitably drift to Liv; the cold, distanced tone to her voice, the look of betrayal in her eyes, how empty the week had felt without her. By the third night plagued with insomnia, you were starting to accept that your feelings towards her may be more than a simple crush. On the eighth night, you decided you ought to do something about it and began to formulate a plan.

Entering the building like you were still an employee would be almost impossible since anyone who left their job was rarely welcomed back with open arms. It'd also be better to avoid the security and CCTV cameras, which you'd learnt used face recognition technology. And finally, locating a security card would pose a potential problem, as walking round the facility until you happened to stumble across a janitor to steal from was unfortunately no longer a possibility. So, what was the solution to all your problems? Vents.

Which is how you found yourself scouring over blueprints like a cliched protagonist from a bygone age movie, but at least the irony hadn't escaped you, and thankfully laboratories generally required a great deal of ventilation, so you had multiple routes memorised by the time the bus had arrived at Alchemex. You'd spent the entire journey on edge, fearful that any fellow passenger might accost you for looking so suspicious. But apparently an agitated figure buried beneath a pile of blueprints wearing a spider-suit underneath a jumper was normal enough to be ignored.

Nonetheless, stepping onto the concrete ground of the car park was a relief which inspired a tad more optimism. Moreover, leaving the burdening stacks of blueprints behind further alleviated some of your anxiety. It felt like a final confirmation that this was your one and only chance, and you weren't about to mess it up. Even as the building loomed over you casting a shadow of uncertainty, nothing could discourage your determination.

There was the remarkable sense that you didn't belong here, though it was a familiar sensation. One that persuaded you to tug the mask over your head before darting toward the edge of the car park. It was your belief that as long as you stuck to the outskirts of the facility, few would pay you any attention while you were out in the open. Therefore allowing you to manoeuvre into position and take the quickest passage straight to Liv's office. Which is exactly what you did.

The first stretch of the vent system was a straight drop, a narrow plunge that went on for longer than anticipated. Like a slide with no angle of inclination and a lot less fun. You hit the metal base with an ungraceful clang, certain that your legs would've buckled upon impact had it not been for the lack of space to do so. Overall an uncomfortable start. The remainder of the journey was a lot of crawling and muscle cramps, your only incentive being the occasional grate to peer down which reassured you that your destination was drawing nearer. Everything was going to plan.

Until you heard her.

Olivia's voice rung clear as if from a dream. It stood out from the general ruckus, initially leading you to believe you were hallucinating, that it was some kind of audible mirage. Yet you refocused your senses and it didn't go away. She was almost directly below you, separated simply by a thin layer of metal. With renewed ambition, you crawled toward the nearest grate as quickly and quietly as possible, frantically lowering your head to find the perfect angle, all just to catch a glimpse of her.

"What do you mean the program hasn't worked?" Liv pinched the bridge of her nose, her words laced with an an uncharacteristic anger. You'd never known her to be an irritable person, she loved her job and every challenge that came with it. Was she uptight? Sure. Passionate? Undeniably. But never angry.

"I've tried rerunning and rewriting parts of the code. And it just doesn't work!" Some poor employee (Mark, if you remembered correctly) was fighting for his dignity below. You could see he was flushing, wildly flailing his hands around as he tried to justify his mistake.

"You've rewritten part of it?!" She repeated, volume rising in frustration.

"I- I thought I knew how to fix it."

"I told you not to mess with my work." She growled, stepping closer.

"With all due respect," He didn't back down, clearly caught off guard and unsure how to deal with an irritated Liv. "it's actually Y/N's work."

Upon hearing your name, you ducked out of view as if you'd been seen. Although, it was evident that this was not the case, so slowly you edged forward to peer down at them once more.

Liv's face had dropped at the mention of your name. But by the time you'd settled back in place, anger was already seeping into her expression, then was suddenly smoothed into disturbingly sweet smile. "Well, Y/N isn't here anymore. So I suggest you keep your incompetent hands off of things you don't understand."

Judging by her vague wording, you guessed she hadn't told anyone the real reason you'd been fired. A fond appreciation flooded your mind. Despite everything that had happened, she still respected your secret enough to keep it. You begun to consider that maybe Liv cared about you as much as you did her. Why else would she lie on your behalf?

Mark muttered an ashamed. "Ok." Then left to try and atone for his mistake.

Liv stayed where she was for another minute before taking a deep breath, shaking off her annoyance, and setting a determined path. You assumed she was heading for her office and were about to follow, but then paused. Was this really the best time for a reunion? She obviously wasn't in the best mood, and if you had to guess, it was likely due to your betrayal. Was it too soon to reappear in her life? You'd arrived here with the intention to apologise and make amends, however, you had no idea how Liv would react or what would happen after. If there would even be an after. She could attack you on first sight for all you knew.

No. You'd come too far to turn around now. You continued along the vent before you could overthink the decision. It would be foolish to turn around now: the end was in sight, and rapidly growing closer.

Reaching the final grate, you were greeted with the familiar yet new aerial view of Liv's office. It'd remained mainly the same since your departure. She hadn't even bothered to remove your lab coat, which was still carelessly thrown over the chair you'd frequented everyday. And Liv herself hadn't changed much either, disregarding the seemingly permanent anger lines upon her face. She was sitting at her desk, head in hand, mindlessly flipping through a folder. It occurred to you at that moment that she didn't look irritated, rather sad. Another unexpected emotion for her to display.

After a minute, she sighed, tossing the papers to one side and bringing her other hand up to crash forward into. She looked defeated, seeing her this way felt wrong. You honestly preferred the anger because it showed she'd maintained at least some of her usual intensity.

You sighed. It was time to fix this. With unsteady hands you delicately unscrewed the bolts holding the grate in place, careful to make as little noise as possible. It was as you were removing the final screw that you realised something: you had no idea what to say to her. No planned speech or prepared apology, you'd resigned to hoping for a spontaneous burst of thoughtfulness in the moment. You sat there for a minute, fidgeting with one of the screws while attempting to come up with what you would say. Should you start by apologising for breaking in, or for lying to her, or for applying to the job in the first place? You had a lot of things to apologise for.

And unfortunately, the chance to think it through any further was taken from you as the screw slipped out of your hand. You gasped watching it fall, hitting the ground with an faint thud. Although quiet enough for most people to ignore, you knew Liv was too thorough to not investigate. And as expected, following your sharp intake of breath was the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, then footsteps gradually approaching.

Liv appeared below you, bending down to inspect the screw before glancing up. Her eyes locked with yours through the mask and widened in shock.

"Hey." The casual tone to your voice sounded forced and you grimaced. But rather than dwelling on it, you dropped from the exposed hiding place and pulled off your mask. You smiled awkwardly, eyes scanning and overanalysing her reaction.

Liv stepped back to lean on the desk for support. Her mouth was agape, but otherwise her face was worryingly blank.

"If this is a bad time I can come back later."

Still no response. The room was drowning in a tense silence.

"Well, actually I probably can't come back." With no social cues to interact with, you began to ramble aimlessly. "I'm guessing you'll find a way to patch that particular security breach." You gestured up to the gap in the ceiling and laughed lightly. "Sorry about that. I didn't know how else to-"

You're cut off as Liv moves impossibly fast, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you backwards against the wall. A thousand different thoughts run through your mind at once, all wondering what she's about to do. The majority are focused on the possibility that she's going to hurt you in some way, although, even if she did have the intention to cause harm, you wouldn't fight back. You were tired of conflict, especially when it involved Liv.

She was standing close, breathing heavily and saying nothing. You couldn't help but let your eyes flicker down to her lips, the temptation to kiss her becoming increasingly vehement. So instead you forced your attention up to her eyes, which held an air of confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was deep, full of unvoiced emotions.

You licked your lips, glancing at her mouth one last time. "I came here to apologise. I didn't mean for any of this to go so far."

"You're lying." She backed away slightly and you immediately missed the proximity.

"I'm not! I just-" You stuttered, then admitted in a quieter voice. "I never meant to hurt you."

She inhaled shakily and swallowed, your eyes tracing the movement of her throat. "And?"

"And because I care about you too much to let you think I did any of this on purpose." You lowered your head, her invasive glare becoming overwhelming.

Soft fingers firmly gripped your chin, compelling you to look up. Her eyes displayed distrust, confusion which you suddenly feel the need to wipe away. You wanted to make your affection for her clear, but found yourself annoyingly speechless. All the recurring thoughts and confined confessions that had been plaguing you for a week suddenly gone from your mind. You were infuriatingly at a loss for words. Although, the warmth of her fingers against your skin reminded you that actions speak louder than words.

You leant in slowly, giving her sufficient time to stop you. She didn't move so you kissed her lightly at first, searingly next. Your arm shifted to wrap around her back tentatively and she moaned faintly in response. Although, it wasn't until you allowed her to take control that any remaining anger dissipated. At that point the kiss became bruising, her hold on you tightening as a wave of shared desperation rolled over the both of you. Before the desperation could reach its peak, however, you separated from her.

Liv was almost panting, her cheeks tinged pink and hair a mess. She promptly attempted to kiss you again, though you dodged the advance and she whined. Her mouth latched onto your neck, sucking at the skin there.

Your head fell back against the wall, dizzy from lust. "Does this mean I can have my job back?" You quipped, running a hand through your hair.

"Depends." She murmured in between kisses. "Do you have anymore secrets?"

"None that I can think of." You smiled, the prospect of returning to what you'd come to consider as normality was an appealing one. Of course there were things you would need to work through with Liv, and many, many extra complications alongside having a relationship with your boss. But nothing easy was ever worthwhile, and Liv was living proof of that.

"Alright. You're hired."

#olivia octavius x reader

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sezja · 2 years

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Febuwhump Day 12: Spiked Drink Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Ship: Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet Triggers/Content warnings: Drink tampering (obviously), alcohol mention

"Always wanted to compare songs from the four nations," Guydelot had said, before wandering off. "And the liquor besides!"

Sanson hurries to the barracks, heart pounding. When he'd been informed that his 'companion' had been found outrageously drunk, his first fear had been that Nourval - their civilian tagalong - was already making a disorderly nuisance of himself; he'd lost sight of the man several hours ago, and had not yet tracked him down again. When the young Storm Sergeant who had come to fetch him informed him that no, it was the bard who'd been found drunkenly wandering the castrum...

Gods damn it, Guydelot.

Careful attention has taught him that what he'd long believed to be Guydelot's tendency to spend the entire night in drunken revelry has actually been a careful balancing act: the bard drinks just enough to maintain a healthy buzz, never so much as to make himself ill, let alone enough to send him teetering into drunken stupidity. The descriptions the young sergeant gives - of a man slurring, staggering, shouting incoherently... no, this does not fit what he's come to know about Guydelot.

When he says as much to the sergeant, the man laughs. "Lominsan ale's a mite stronger'n the piss you drink in the forest, aye? The lad'll learn to hold his liquor better if he's keen on drinkin' with sailors!"

"Perhaps," Sanson says, but somehow, he doubts a miscalculation on the strength of the beverage is at fault.

Guydelot's in his bed at the barracks, one arm draped over his eyes. Sweating, shaking, the man looks positively green - this is no mere hangover. Sanson kneels beside the bed, conscious of the watching sergeant's eyes on them.

"Guydelot?"

A muffled groan. "I..."

"Guydelot, what happened to you?"

"Well, he's drunk, innit?" The sergeant puts in, silenced by Sanson's unthinking glare; he takes a step back. "I'll, ah. See if I can't send a healer over this way, aye?" And off he scurries, leaving them in relative privacy; the barracks are quiet this time of day.

Sanson draws Guydelot's arm off of his face, carefully examining the man's bleary, unfocused eyes. He asks again: "What happened?"

"I was..." Guydelot blinks, frowning. "I don't recall. I'd asked Nourval to join me for a drink. Get to know each other, eh?" His eyes close. Unable to resist, Sanson strokes his sweat-soaked hair, heedless of any audience. Guydelot hums quietly, appreciatively. Then: "There was some commotion... I sang for some soldiers to ease some tempers-" Aye, that sounds like you. "-and when I got back, Nourval had our drinks. That's the last I remember, and then... and then feeling like..." He gestures vaguely at himself.

Sanson's eyes widen in alarm. "I've not seen Nourval in several bells," he says.

Slowly, Guydelot's eyes open. He frowns at the ceiling. "Nourval."

"You must have been drugged," Sanson says, stating the unbearably obvious: this is not mere drunkenness; he is sure of it. "Guydelot, do you suppose Nourval may have been drugged, as well? He could have been taken somewhere; it is my duty to find him."

"Nourval." Guydelot's tone is thoughtful. Considering. Despite the state he's in, Sanson can see the gears turning in the bard's mind, and prays he has some idea of where their missing companion may be... but all Guydelot says is, "Aye. Best we find him."

"We? Guydelot, you're in no state-"

"Green-gilled or not, we've got a missing man to dig up," the bard says, staggering to his feet - he lurches alarmingly, but manages to remain upright. "And I reckon the sooner we find him, the better."

#sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday12 #i swear i'll stop picking on guydelot soon #my writing

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mimisempai · 3 years

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Let the magic of my love take care of you

Summary :

Five times where Loki takes care of Mobius with the help of magic and once where he doesn't need it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32777188

2311 words - Rating G

"Hey here!" Loki said softly as he entered Mobius' office.

"Loki!"

"I've come to give you my report on the mission with the new recruits." continued Loki as he came to sit across from Mobius.

"I'm listening."

If anyone entered the office at this moment, there would be no indication that the two men were a couple.

But if one stayed, he would see the way their fingers brushed against each other as Loki gave Mobius the file he held in his hands, the way Mobius moved his chair closer so their knees touched, or the closer than necessary distance between their heads when Loki pointed out a detail on the papers spread out before them.

All these small gestures were evidence of their relationship, but only visible to those who knew them.

Once he finished his report, Loki stood up. His gaze fell on Josta's open can on a corner of Mobius' desk.

"How long ago did you open it?"Loki asked him.

"This morning," Mobius answered before shrugging his shoulders.

Loki took the can in his hand, which gradually turned blue, the color of his Jotun skin.

He kept it for a few seconds and then put it back under Mobius' curious look. On the can you could see the droplets of steam caused by the drink, which was now cold.

He leaned towards Mobius and said softly, "I know you prefer to drink it cold..."

Then as he got up he winked at him before turning and heading for the door.

He turned around one last time, and said, "See you later." Before closing the door behind him under the amazed look of Mobius.

"Papers, papers, always papers! I can't take paperwork anymore!" Mobius threw his pen towards the door, but he didn't hear the sound it should have made as it smashed against it. He looked up to see Loki had just entered his office and caught the pen in mid-air.

"Are you tired of me already that you want to eliminate me?" asked Loki with a teasing smile on his face.

"Aaah Loki... shit, lunch! The cafeteria! I forgot about it! I'm sor-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay Mobius, Casey told me you probably wouldn't show up, seeing as how the last time he saw you the files were piling up on your desk." replied Loki as he walked over to him.

"That doesn't stop me from being sorry."

Loki shook his head, "It's not like we'll never get another chance, and honestly what worries me the most is not that you didn't come, but the fact that you're missing out on a meal again."

Mobius protested, "It's okay I-"

Loki stopped him with a hand, "But as a devoted companion, I thought of you and... tada...!"

Loki twirled his hand and amidst the green swirls appeared... a bowl of salad, which he placed on Mobius' desk after making room.

Mobius couldn't help but laugh as he recognized the bowl of salad.

"What are you doing?"

"...your salad is Asgard in this scenario."

"No, it's not Asgard, that's my lunch."

"It's a metaphor. Just hang in there."

" I want that salad."

"I understood that this dish was your preference."

Mobius replied, raising an eyebrow, "Last time, that didn't stop you from adding salt, pepper and whatever else to it to prove your theory. With a metaphor that by the way was at least as bad as the dagger one..."

"Hey, I was right anyway, well about the salad not the dagger..."

Mobius gave him a knowing smile. He had seen the conversation between Loki and Sylvie.

"Love is a dagger." Loki made appear a dagger before continuing, "It's a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It's beautiful. Until it makes you bleed. But ultimately, when you reach for it…"

Loki offers the hilt to Sylvie. She reaches to take it, but the dagger disappears.

"It isn't real."

"It's real."

"It is, yes," Loki replied, then kissed him tenderly before walking away. As he closed the door, however, he threw out in a serious tone, "Don't forget to eat your salad."

Mobius smiled at his words, who would have thought his lover had a mother-hen side?

"A planet where it rains all the time! Guys... remind me to put this on the checklists of things to verify before teleporting to a planet: 'Check the weather.'"

Mobius had just passed the time-door, soaked like a drowned rat. They had been on a mission to search for someone on an unknown planet where apparently there was only one sort of weather : rain.

He hated it, his suit was sticking to his skin and he was starting to feel the wetness and cold penetrate his bones. He could not hold back a shiver.

Suddenly he saw a green light enveloping him from head to toe.

Little by little the feeling of cold and dampness disappeared and was replaced by a feeling of warmth and comfort. He was now dry.

He looked up to see Loki coming towards him, as a last green swirl faded from his hands.

Loki stopped in front of him, "I have a feeling that this mission was a pain in the ass, right?"

Mobius replied, "You know my love of rain."

Then he stopped, waved his hand to show himself, and added, "Thanks for that."

Mobius was always pleasantly surprised by Loki's little attention, but even more so by the fact that it showed how well he knew and cared about Mobius.

Unfortunately they were in one of the most crowded hallways of the TVA so Mobius couldn't show his appreciation as he would have if they were in the privacy of their apartment. However, he couldn't help but touch Loki and put his hand on his arm, squeezing lightly and said again in a gentle tone, "Thank you, really."

Loki replied with the same smile by simply nodding and placing his hand on Mobius’ hand, he said gently, "My pleasure, for you, always."

Mobius was staring at the papers in his hands, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He was about to do something, to write something, but he couldn't remember.

"Mobius? Since when do you bring home work."

Loki's voice as he entered their living room pulled Mobius from his thoughts. He blinked his eyes. "I have to finish this, and I'd rather finish it here." He mumbled, his voice hoarser than usual.

Loki said to him in a slightly annoyed tone, "Did you hear your raspy voice? Did you see your face? You better get some rest."

"I absolutely must finish this."

"Really? When you seem to be having trouble even keeping your eyes open?", Loki insisted.

"I'm fine," Mobius replied.

Exasperation was now evident in Loki's voice, "Only you believe it. Even your colleagues have noticed!"

"I'm fine!"

"Mobius," Loki sighed.

"I'm fine," Mobius repeated. "Just let me fin-..."

A coughing fit interrupted him. He coughed so hard it felt like his lungs were being torn apart.

"That's enough," Loki said in a voice that had no return.

Loki took his file out of his hands, grabbed Mobius' hands, made him stand up and pulled him behind him.

"Hey! Loki!"

Loki ignored him and pulled him towards their room.

"Loki!" Mobius coughed violently again. He felt exhausted all of a sudden and feeling himself spinning, he clung to Loki's hand.

"Mobius, you're burning up!" exclaimed Loki in a panicked tone.

Mobius shivered, as if to confirm what Loki had just noticed. "Are you cold?"

"Yes, and warm."

Loki carefully sat him down on their bed. "The important thing is to get your love fever down, okay?"

He helped him put on his pajamas with gentle touches and carefully laid him down under the blanket.

Mobius' eyes were still open and he suddenly saw Loki in his Jotun form.

"Loki? Did you just transform or am I having a gorgeous hallucination."

Loki chuckled affectionately, "Oh love, only you would call me a gorgeous hallucination when I have this form. But no, it's real. Do you trust me?"

"Even with a raging fever, yes and even unconditionally."

Loki smiled again, and went to join him. He laid behind Mobius, and wrapped his arms around him, without putting too much strength into it, and put one of his cool hands on his forehead.

Mobius breathed a sigh of relief, "Ahhh that feels good. Thank you my love." then he felt himself being swept away by exhaustion, only aware of the cool sensation around him

He woke up a few hours later, much better than before. Loki was still wrapped around him. He turned around and noticed that Loki had returned to his normal appearance.

"You've joined the living world?" asked Loki with a smile.

"Thanks to you," Mobius replied in a still hoarse voice, running a finger over Loki's face before continuing, " No longer blue?"

Loki was surprised at Mobius' almost disappointed expression. He was still a little unsettled by the fact that Mobius loved his Jotun appearance as much as his current one.

"The fever has dropped enough."

Mobius moved a little closer and pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

"Thank you for having taken care of me, Sweetheart."

Loki put a kiss on his nose before replying, "I assure you that the pleasure was all mine love."

Mobius dreamed of Ravonna, of her face at the moment she said, "Prune him" without hesitation and he disappeared.

That's when he woke up as he often does, sweating and gasping for breath. He ran his hands over his body, just to make sure he was there and alive. His chest ached under the rapid beating of his heart.

Mobius, still in his nightmare, struggled at first against Loki's comforting hands and warm voice, unable to calm his breathing that threatened to cause panic. He made a move to escape, but Loki's fingers caught his wrist before he could go anywhere.

Once Mobius let go, Loki brought their heads together, cradling him, their noses almost touching until Mobius' breathing slowly returned to normal

Mobius kept repeating, "I don't want to disappear, I want to live." and Loki would nod and whisper words of comfort and reassurance in return.

After a few minutes, Loki asked softly, "Mobius, do you want me to erase these images from your mind? I wouldn't erase the memory, only the residue of your nightmare."

Mobius tightened his arms around Loki and nodded, "Yes... please..."

He put his fingers on Mobius' temple and closed his eyes, concentrating on the images he was sending into Mobius' mind, images of beaches, jet skis, sun and warmth.

Then Loki squeezed him and Mobius buried his head further into Loki's chest and, in a hushed tone, he heard Loki suggest that he concentrate on the slow, loud sound of his heartbeat.

Mobius let himself be lulled by the soft beat as Loki's hands now caressed his hair. He vaguely heard Loki's voice whisper something, "It only beats for you."

Before he could respond, sleep claimed him, and this time filled with dreams of warmth and love

"Oh Mobius, you're bleeding," Loki said, taking a deep breath as the wizard entered the living room. It was late at night, Mobius had been on a mission that had lasted much longer than expected.

Loki approached him, "Let me see."

Mobius turned away and protested, "No, I'm going to put on a little bandage in the bathroom and I'll be fine.."

Loki replied, "Don't be stupid, let me take care of you before you spill your blood all over the apartment."

"What a drama queen!"

"Hey!"

Mobius, obediently sat down on the couch. With calm and sure hands, Loki carefully turned Mobius' arms from side to side and was relieved to find only a superficial cut. A moment later, he returned with compresses, disinfectant and a bandage.

Sitting down next to Mobius, he took the arm in one hand and began to clean the cut with the disinfectant.

Mobius hummed at the relief the treatment brought him, after enduring the rubbing of his shirt all day. He closed his eyes under the pleasant sensation.

"My poor love," Loki said in a low voice, "does it hurt?"

"I've had worse," Mobius replied. He heard Loki soak another compress, then felt it on his arm again, Loki methodically cleaning the cut again.

"I know that, but that doesn't mean you don't have the right to talk about your pain."

A moment later, Mobius felt Loki's fingers on his face, his thumb gently caressing his cheek. His lover's face was so close that he could feel his breath on his lips.

As his fingers left his face, Mobius opened his eyes again.

He watched as Loki grabbed the bandage and began to wrap it around his arm. When he finished, Loki set everything aside on the coffee table and pulled Mobius with him to the couch.

They sat in silence for a while, one against the other with Mobius' injured arm around Loki's shoulders after Loki made sure it didn't hurt.

"Do you know what my mother used to do when I got hurt as a child?" he asked Mobius, and without waiting for an answer continued, "she would kiss on my wound and tell me it would help the healing."

Mobius could hear the tender, wistful tone as he did every time Loki spoke of his mother.

"My wound is well treated now, but I wouldn't mind a kiss." replied Mobius with a teasing tone.

"You know I would do anything to make you feel better, my love." With that Loki turned to him, "Let me kiss it better." Then he leaned over Mobius and kissed him gently.

And not surprisingly, Mobius felt much better.

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As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

#lokius fic #lokius #loki #loki series #mobius m. mobius #moki #wowki #time husbands #timefrost #jotun Loki #Magic #caring #5 + 1 things

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getitinbusan · 3 years

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I've Got A Coupon (18+)

Part 7

Jungkook: Erotic Movie

Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦

Words: 1700

Valentine's Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?

Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl...

Erotic movie night

Massage with a happy ending

Lap dance

Voyeur, look but don't touch!

Naked Chef, dining al fresco

Trip to the sex shop

Location of your choice!

Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.

Series Masterlist

7:30 pm

Freshly showered you made your way to the Golden Closet.

Usually you let yourself in but for some reason today the door was locked.

"Jungkook, let me in."

You heard him running to the door and the handle turning. Instead of letting you in he came out and stood in the hallway.

"What's going on?" Passing him a bag you tried to push past him.

"What's this?"

"Valentine's candy for you," you kissed his cheek." I bought it for you on my date with Tae.

Wrapping both arms around you he lifted you off the ground in a bear hug. "So you were thinking of me while you were with Tae?"

You had to smile at his competitiveness. "I'm always thinking about you Guk."

He hummed happily giving you a kiss before setting you down.

"Wait, wasn't your date at the Sex Shop? You can get food there?"

"It's the everything Jungkook thinks about store."

He smiled knowing it was the truth. "I made you a surprise!"

He opened the door slowly and gestured for you to go ahead.

Inside, wall to wall, floor to ceiling he'd constructed an elaborate blanket fort. "What is this baby? It's so pretty!"

His arms wrapped around you from behind and his chin rested on your shoulder. "Do you like it? I wanted to do something special for you."

"I love it, so much," tears welled in your eyes.

"Hey, no crying. Are you tired? You must be exhausted." He pulled you towards the tent.

"I got you some drinks and snacks. I figured you probably haven't taken very good care of yourself today."

"This is kind of romantic for a porn date Guk."

"Well, I've got a coupon." He kissed your hand. "It says errotic movie but you said the rest was up to me. I just want to spend my time with you cuddling."

"You're cheating my system."

"But I'm not! There's a movie playing in there." He turned pouty, a skill you were sure he picked up from Jimin. "Do you want to fight about it or come inside?"

"I don't want to fight with you, I've missed you too much to waste time."

"Here," he handed you one of his oversized shirts. "You look really sexy but we're going for comfort."

Slipping out of your dress and into his favorite Carhartt you crawled into the fort.

He tapped the pillow beside him and extended his arm in invitation. "Where did you get all these?"

"I may have stolen them so if anyone asks you know nothing."

You laughed and curled into his side. "You really don't want to have sex?"

"Nope, no ulterior motives, I just want to lay here and spend Valentine's day with my girl."

The moaning sounds coming from the TV seemed out of place in the pretty fairy lit fort.

"So, what's going on here? Is there a plot to this one?" Shoving another pillow under your head you watched the screen. "What kind of porn even turns you on?"

"I think the blonde is supposed to be his therapist." You could feel the heat of his embarrassed cheek against your head. "I kind of like watching threesomes but I didn't think you'd appreciate that."

Sitting up to face him you confessed. "You know those really silly ones that are set up like game shows?"

He started laughing, "Really?" Fumbling for the remote he quickly went back to the screens menu and loaded in a new search. "What do you think about this one?"

"Umm, maybe smaller boobs? I don't like the huge fake ones."

He raised his eyebrows, "Noona! I'm shocked."

"You're not the only one who watches porn Jungkook."

He propped himself up on his elbow, eyes moving back and forth trying not to get caught while watching.

"So how's that plan to only cuddle working for you?"

He groaned and pressed his dick into your thigh.

"It was a noble effort Guk. And it still counts for bonus points."

You steam rolled over top of him and grabbed the bag from the sex shop. "I have an idea!"

"I'm thinking about sex and you're thinking about candy?"

He broke out in a fit of giggles, "What are you, five?"

"Okay blanket fort, I hardly think you have the right to call anyone 5."

Pulling out the box of candy you shook it in front of his face. "Want some?"

He tried to grab it but you were too quick. "There's a catch if you do!" You tucked it under yourself so he couldn't take it.

He sat on you, "what's the catch, tell me before I tickle it out of you."

You couldn't stop laughing, "They're sexy conversation hearts."

"So I have to read my candy?"

"umm, kind of? It's more like you have to do what's on the candy before you earn the right to eat it."

"Well what are you waiting for don't you know I've got a stupid time limit."

"You can literally make me cum in minutes, I don't think you need to worry about that."

He held out his hand, "hit me!"

You tore the box open and tipped a candy into his waiting hand.

"Foot massage?" He threw it across the room, "That's bullshit, give me the box."

He dumped a few into his hand and went through them carefully. "Here's one, It says oral!" He pushed it between your smiling lips.

"Hold that for me till I get back."

Sliding down between your legs he dragged this finger through your wetness. "Do you want me to lick you like he's doing in the movie?"

"Do you think you'd be better than him at picking me out of a line up just by how I taste?"

His mouth was close enough that you could feel his warm breath. "Nothing tastes as good as you do Noona."

His finger gently rubbed over your clit and his tongue flicked into your hole. "You're so soft and pink and pretty," he suckled your button.

"What do I taste like Guk?"

"mmm," he hummed enjoying your line of questioning. He stuck his tongue deep inside you, curling it and collecting your juices.

Coming back up he held it out for you. You could see the cream gathered on the end. He raised his eyebrows as if he was daring you. So you accepted, sucking his tongue till it was clean.

"Fuck you're sexy."

Pushing his lips back down on yours you slid the candy heart from its hiding spot in your cheek into his mouth.

Sitting up he shook the box again and picked through them in his hand. Turning when he was satisfied he held out two fists, "Choose one!"

You tapped the left and he unfurled his fingers so you could read it out loud.

"Declare your love."

Without a word he shook his other fist in front of you.

Your heart was racing as you stared at the beautiful man sitting before you with such a hopeful look on his face.

You tapped the right and he opened it slowly.

"I couldn't not get you a present for Valentine's day." He picked up the delicate black ring with his large fingers and held it up to you.

"I know it's not my place, "he stammered, "but I really am so in..."

Before he could finish you rolled on top of him kissing him like your life depended on it. Your hands were tangled in his hair while he worked to get his pants down.

"Take this off," he tugged at your shirt."

Pulling it over your head he sat up pressing himself against you. You were skin on skin, soft breasts against firm pecs. Moving slightly in his lap you sank down onto him until he filled you to the hilt.

Your mouths met in urgency, his hands guiding your hips as you rode him.

He suddenly paused his motions, the realization of your distraction tactics sinking in.

"Why are you stopping baby?"

His fingers pushed the sweaty hair out of your face. "I love you, stop holding back."

"I can't fuck you any harder Guk."

He grabbed your waist and rolled you underneath him.

Buried deep inside you he rendered you imobile with his body weight and he stared in your eyes.

"Your not gonna be able to fuck your way out of this one."

You turned your head so he couldn't see the tears.

"If you can't say it, if you don't feel the same way, I can't do this anymore."

"I'm scared Guk."

He relaxed his stronghold, his head relaxing into your neck. "I'm scared too Noona but even if I didn't tell you it doesn't mean it's not how I feel."

He held your face, forcing you to look him in the eye. "Do you love me?"

His brimming eyes spilled over and warm tears fell on your chest.

"Of course I do Guk, I fucking love you so much it hurts me…"

He put his finger over your lips, "That's all I need, it's enough."

He began to move again, his hips meeting yours slowly. Relishing the moment he wanted to make the most of his time.

Emotions were raw, you just wanted to be close in every possible way. You clung to him tightly, your legs wrapped around his waist as you kissed his neck.

"I love you." You kept whispering the words until he unraveled inside you.

He rolled to your side and grabbed your hand. Sliding the ring on, he smiled at the pretty little onyx stones that now graced your finger.

"Do you like it?"

You nodded, completely content in your declaration. "I love it

Part 8: Yoongi - anywhere you like

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