#silver babygirl its not a secret

[tchallasbabymama]

Don't Forget About Us

Hello, my lovelies. Here’s my contribution to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes smut challenge (the prompt is in bold!) Let’s see what Erik’s up to now, shall we?

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Word count: 5,595

CW: smut...duh.

“So, what do you do for a living?”

Kayla sighed internally at the question and took a sip of her Pinot Grigio. She hated first dates with a burning passion, but unfortunately, that was the only way to find a man around here. She went through the motions of politely answering his questions, barely asking any of her own. She didn’t care. Even just fifteen minutes in, Kayla could tell he didn’t excite her, and she lamented the waste of a good outfit as she listened to him drone on about his life. Every now and then, he’d stop and ask a question about her, but she could tell he was only asking so he could talk more about himself.

How many siblings do you have?

What’s your sign?

Why did your last relationship end?

Her mind traveled to her ex-boyfriend, Erik Stevens. They had spent six blissful years together, and Kayla thought he was the one. She wanted them to get married and start a family, and she thought he did, too, but every time she brought it up, he’d find some excuse to change the subject. At thirty years old, Kayla wasn’t getting any younger, so she grew tired of his avoidance and eventually cut him loose. She needed more out of life, but the guy currently sitting across from her certainly wasn’t it.

“We wanted different things,” she answered vaguely and took another sip. It would be a long night with what’s-his-name. David? Devon? Whatever. At least he had money and took her to a nice restaurant.

Darryl took the opportunity to bore her with the details of his job, which Kayla already knew. He was a colleague of her best friend, Carina’s husband. They worked at the same law firm, and Carina decided to hook them up after tiring of hearing Kayla complain about dating apps. As much as Kayla hated Tinder, she would’ve much rather been at home on her couch swiping left on the cesspool of single men Oakland had to offer. Every few dozen swipes or so, she’d find a cutie, but his bio would be abysmal, or his conversation skills would fall flat.

Despite the fact that their relationship just couldn’t make it, Kayla still thought of Erik as the gold standard. Just thinking about his dimples and his struggle beard made her smile dreamily. His big, strong arms would wrap around her and hold her tight at night, and she’d trace her fingers over the intentionally placed keloid scars that held his darkest secrets. She missed retwisting his locs and the way he always smelled like sandalwood and warm vanilla. Kayla didn’t want to admit it, but she still loved him. No man could compare to her Erik.

“Hello? Kayla?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. Can you repeat that last part?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. What’s got you so distracted, babygirl?”

Kayla fought the bile rising in her throat. She wasn’t his babygirl. It didn’t even sound right coming from his mouth. Maybe it was the thinness of his lips. They weren’t “white man” thin, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the juicy pussy pleasers she had grown accustomed to.

“Nothing, just thought I saw somebody I know. You were saying?”

“Just that you look beautiful tonight,” Damon attempted to flirt with her.

Kayla wanted to roll her eyes but thanked him instead and smiled politely again. Of course she looked beautiful; she had pulled out all the stops for what she had hoped would be a good night out. Kayla had squeezed her thickness into a lavender satin dress. The way the dress’s skirt cinched on the side kept it snug around her plush waist, but the high slit that traveled up her thigh was the main attraction. The strappy silver heels on her feet showed off her matching pedicure that contrasted beautifully with her glistening brown skin, and her makeup was flawless. Her outerwear for the night, a cropped fur jacket that had found its way to the coat check when they arrived, was the icing on the cake. Her outfit deserved the appreciation, just not from Deshawn.

The waiter saved her from having to focus on her date when she brought out the food they had ordered. Since Kayla knew Derek had money, she had ordered the whole lobster, and she fought her mouth from drooling too much as the waiter set it down in front of her. It laid on a bed of forbidden rice, and the side of roasted brussels sprouts and cremini mushrooms looked heavenly. The ramekin of drawn butter off to the side tempted her as it sat next to the minuscule seafood fork. She may not enjoy her company for the evening, but Kayla damn sure was going to enjoy her meal.

“Looks good,” Dominic called from the other side of the table, breaking Kayla from her trance as he cut into his wagyu beef.

“Sure does.” Kayla wasted no time before digging into her meal. Not only was it the perfect excuse to avoid conversation, but it was perfect, period.

A slight chill permeated the air as the door swung open and the crisp January air entered the small restaurant. Kayla shivered as she complained internally about being forced to sit near the door, but that shiver intensified as she heard a voice. His voice.

“Reservation for Stevens, please.”

Kayla stilled.

“Of course. Right this way, sir,” the maitre d’ responded, and Kayla heard three sets of footsteps coming her way.

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“Babe, let’s go!”

“Yell at me one more time, woman,” Erik warned as he came around the corner into the living room, fastening his watch.

“I swear, you take more time getting ready than I do.”

“Whatever, Mo. You ready?”

“Nigga, I been ready!”

Erik rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys. It would be a rough night, and things were already starting off on a bad foot. He and Monique had been seeing each other for the better part of a year, and he’d finally reached his limit. She was overbearing, rude, and just after him for his money, but he hated being alone, so he put up with her bullshit. His cousin, T’Challa, had tried to hook him up with a few ladies back in Wakanda when he went to visit after his breakup, but nothing stuck. Almost immediately after coming back to the states, Erik met Monique at a charity event for the Outreach Center. She had the singing voice of an angel and had been booked as the entertainment for the evening. Erik was drawn to her like a sailor to a siren, and she immediately sank her teeth into him. Past her vocal talents, Monique wasn’t really anything special. Her personality left a lot to be desired, she wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, and she just wasn’t her.

The moment Kayla ended their relationship a year ago, Erik’s whole world shattered. He had lived a life full of pain and loss, but Kayla had been his lifeline. She pulled him out of the dark and made him revel in the sunshine. Hell, she was the sunshine, but now he had settled for a UV lamp at best. Kayla had wanted a life that Erik was too scared to give her, but that fear became his downfall. He still missed her most nights. He was lonely, and Monique was there to keep him company, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore. Erik craved a connection that Monique just couldn’t provide. So he decided he had to break it off and figured that doing so in a public place would probably be best. She had a tendency to throw things when she got angry.

The car ride to Chez Martine was tense. Monique had been angry all day because Erik had taken back his credit card even though she wanted to buy a new dress for their date. Her lousy mood almost made him dump her back at his condo, but Erik kept a cool head and stayed focused on the plan. He ignored the way Monique complained the entire time she got ready, reluctantly putting on a dress he had seen her wear before. It didn’t matter to him; he knew what the night held.

When they walked into the restaurant, Erik’s heart dropped into his stomach. He’d recognize that shoulder blade tattoo anywhere. She had cut off all her hair and lost a few pounds, but he knew for sure that he was looking at Kayla. His Kayla. He forced himself to look straight ahead as they passed her table and prayed that the maitre d’ didn’t sit them where she could see him. Unfortunately, he had no such luck because the only open table for two was directly within her line of sight. He prayed again that Monique would sit on the far side of the table, but Bast ignored his pleas once more. He had to sit facing her, and as soon as he got comfortable in his chair, her gaze slyly trailed over to him. They locked eyes across the room, and Erik’s heart stopped. She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her all those months ago, but who the fuck was that sitting across from her?

“What are you looking at?” Monique’s abrasive voice cut through his eardrums.

“Nothing. Just thought I saw someone I know, that’s all.”

She cut her eyes at him and turned around to look as he buried his face in the menu.

“Quit being nosy,” he complained.

“I just wanna see who’s got your attention, that’s all.” Monique turned back around with a sour look on her face. “It’s probably that fat girl with her cleavage all out.”

“Mo, just look at the fucking menu and act like you got some sense.”

“Fine.”

Monique pouted until the waiter showed up, but she plastered a fake smile on her face as he took their order. As usual, she ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, and it bothered him to no end that she was hellbent on spending all of his money. Of course, he had plenty, but she felt entitled to it. Kayla never cared about him being rich. Hell, when they got together, she didn’t even know he was a prince, but he loved to spoil her nonetheless. He loved the look on her face when he’d buy her things or take her on the expensive trips that she more than deserved. Kayla appreciated everything he did for her with all her heart, but she’d say the same thing every time.

“Thank you, baby, but you’re all I need.”

Erik smiled fondly at the memory of when he bought her a diamond tennis bracelet from Wakanda for their second anniversary. She was so excited to have diamonds that weren’t marred by exploited labor that she damn near dropped the box when she saw what was inside. It had been a rough year for them, what with him disappearing for a couple of months to seize the Wakandan throne and all. She certainly had plenty of colorful words for him when he came back. He’ll never forget the look on her face when he showed up at her door. He had brought T’Challa for backup just in case, but she looked right past the king as tears welled up in her eyes at seeing her Erik, alive and well.

Erik’s eyes started to get misty as he thought about the way she kissed him with so much emotion...then slapped him across the face for leaving. His gaze wandered back over to Kayla and he noticed the light bounce off of something on her arm. She was wearing the bracelet.

As if she felt his glare, Kayla shifted uncomfortably in her seat, so he averted his eyes back to Monique, who had caught him staring again.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” she asked sarcastically, making him roll his eyes so hard they almost got stuck.

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Erik Stevens. Here, of all places. He just had to be here.

Kayla noticed that he didn’t seem to be enjoying his modelesque date’s company any more than she was enjoying Darwin’s, and the pang of jealousy she felt at seeing him with another woman went away. She knew she had no right to feel any kind of way about it, especially since she was the one that broke things off. That didn’t make it any easier, though.

Dylan was too wrapped up in his steak to notice her wandering eye, but it seemed that Erik’s food was as uninteresting as the woman across from him. Kayla watched as he half-heartedly pushed it around his plate, but he certainly kept his favorite whiskey coming. She wanted to chuckle but didn’t want Daniel to think he had anything to do with her levity. They were both drowning their dissatisfactions in their alcohols of choice, and Kayla got a phantom taste of Uncle Nearest 1856 on her lips as she watched him take a sip. When he set the glass down and licked his lips, Kayla felt flush. She missed those lips…

“So, how about dessert?” Damien asked as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach. “I hear their creme brulee is amazing.”

“Uh, sure, why not?”

“You know,” he began as he leaned in and reached for her hands. She allowed him to take them, but the softness of his hands disgusted her. No callouses, no roughness, not even a firm grip. “I’ve had a great night. I’d love to see you again.”

Kayla chuckled nervously, unsure of how to proceed.

“What are you doing next-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

A shrill voice pierced the air as Erik’s date bolted up from her seat. Desmond, and the whole restaurant, turned around to see what was going on, and Kayla took the opportunity to remove her hands from his.

“Keep your voice down,” Erik sneered through his teeth. “We’re in public.”

“So?! You bring me out here just to dump me? To dump this?!” she gestured at her slim figure, and he rolled his eyes.

“You ain’t even all that,” he waved her off. He was tired of playing nice, and Kayla could see the exasperation written all over his face.

“Excuse me, miss-” the waiter attempted to calm her down, but the crazed woman cut him off.

“Stay out of this!”

“I’m so sorry,” Erik mouthed to the poor man who would absolutely be getting a monstrous tip later.

“Oh, you’re sorry for him, but not for me?”

“Mo, just sit down. We can finish our meal like adults-”

“Fuck you, Erik.” She threw her dirty martini at him, soaking the front of his all-black ensemble.

Kayla could damn near see the steam coming out of his ears as his apparent ex stormed out of the restaurant. Erik locked eyes with her across the room, and when he saw the concern written all over her face, his softened.

“Whew, poor fella,” Dexter commented as he turned back around. “Where was I? Oh-”

“Excuse me, where’s your restroom?” Kayla interrupted him as their waiter walked by.

“Right down there.” She pointed at a set of stairs off to the side, and Kayla thanked her as she slid out of her seat.

“I’ll be back, Darius.”

“It’s Denzel.” He deflated.

“Fuck,” she froze. She had been sure it was Darius. “Still, I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here,” he responded, obviously upset by her slip-up.

Kayla hurried off down the stairs and leaned against the wall as she waited for either of the single-use restrooms to open up. She took a deep breath and opened her clutch, reaching in to pull out her phone with a shaky hand and typing in his number. It was one of the few she had memorized, just in case.

“You ok?”

Her thumb hovered over the send button, but she couldn’t press it. Her heart nearly thumped out of her chest at the thought of starting a conversation with him, but something within her said that she should. It would be weird not to say anything after all that, right?

“Hey-”

“Shit!” Kayla dropped her phone when his silky baritone graced her ears.

“My fault, ma.” Erik leaned over and picked the phone off the floor, checking it for cracks. He saw she had typed a message out to him and smirked before handing it back to her.

“T-thanks.”

“No problem. And, yeah, I’m ok.”

“Huh?”

Erik pointed at her phone screen.

“Oh! Right. Um, well, that’s good to hear.” Kayla attempted to push her hair behind her ear out of habit, forgetting she had just cut it all off a week ago.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You ok? You don’t seem to into ole dude out there.”

Kayla sighed and rolled her eyes, “Oh, him.”

“Damn, it’s like that?” Erik laughed, and she slapped his arm. That slight contact was enough to spark a flame in them both, and Erik’s face turned serious. “For real, though, not going well?”

“Better than you, it seems,” she quipped as she eyed his wet shirt. That was a bad idea because his first three buttons were undone, and she caught a peek of the raised scars that she missed so much. And that broad chest, and the chain with his father’s ring that he always wore. He’d let her wear it from time to time, and she always felt like it was such an honor. He trusted her enough to let her wear it. He loved her enough to-

Kayla pried her eyes away and made yet another mistake: she looked up at him. Those eyes still looked like sweet, sweet molasses, and even though his locs were braided back, she could tell he was letting them grow out. She momentarily wondered who was retwisting them nowadays, but her train of thought was cut short by the scent of sandalwood and vanilla. Kayla’s mind went blank as she inhaled slowly.

“Heh, yeah. That was...that was pretty embarrassing. Not even gonna lie.” Erik looked away shyly, unable to hold her gaze.

“I guess you’ll need to find a new date spot, huh?”

“Nah, I think I’m good on dating for a while.”

“Same,” Kayla sighed. “Dating sucks.”

“Yeah…”

One of the bathroom doors unlocked, and a middle-aged white man stepped out and passed them on the way up the stairs.

“Well, I should-”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Kayla walked towards the bathroom, but before she could reach the door, she felt a light tug on her wrist. His touch still gave her goosebumps, and he noticed her raised skin as she turned to face him.

“I just, uh...it was nice seeing you, Kay-kay.” Erik smiled at her, and she nearly melted. She missed when he called her that, too. “You look good.”

“Thanks, E.” She smiled back. “So do you.”

He let her go, and Kayla disappeared into the bathroom. When she closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath to center herself. After all these months, Erik still took her breath away. He clouded her senses and scrambled her mind. Even as she took care of business, her brain replayed their short interaction on a loop.

Kayla locked eyes with her reflection as she dried her hands. How could she go back up there to- what’s his name? Oh, yeah, Da- Denzel. That’s it, Denzel. How could she go back up there to his mediocre company when the man she still loved had made her feel so alive with just one touch. That was the magic of Erik, his magnetism. When they were together, she couldn’t help but be drawn to him, even when she wanted to slap him across his beautiful face. Those were some of the best times, though. If she was angry at him, he knew exactly what to do to calm her down. To put her in her place. To remind her-

Kayla’s daydreaming was cut short by a knock at the door.

“Occupied!”

It came again.

“I’ll be out in a minute!”

She reached for another paper towel to dab off the sweat that had started to pool on her skin at the thought of Erik’s dominance when the door opened.

“What the f- Erik?!”

He pushed inside the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

“You need to start locking doors, Kay.”

“I- what do you want?”

“I want to talk to you,” he spoke as he moved closer to her.

“Here?!”

“Yeah, here,” he chuckled.

Kayla rolled her eyes and tried to push past him.

“Now is not the time or place-”

“When is?” he blocked her exit, and she crossed her arms in defeat, looking up at him through her lashes as she leaned against the sink. “Look, I just need to say something real quick.”

“Fine,” Kayla sighed and gestured for him to continue. She knew there was no use fighting him. She wasn’t leaving that bathroom until he was good and ready.

“Kay,” his voice softened, and she looked away only to have her face pulled back in his direction. “Kay-kay, look at me.”

She made the mistake of doing just that, getting lost in his eyes again.

“I miss you,” Erik murmured.

“Erik-”

“Look, I know, ok? I know. And I’m sorry, Kay. I really am- no, look at me. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you...but I miss you, girl.”

Kayla’s eyes welled up with tears that she tried her hardest to blink away, but one had the nerve to fall. Erik wiped it away, and the next one, and the next one. A sob wracked Kayla’s body, and he wrapped his arms around her body.

“Don’t cry, babygirl. I know you worked hard on your makeup.”

Kayla laughed through her tears, but the emotions washed back over her, and she buried her face into his chest. It was already soaked with gin, so what harm would a few tears do?

He held her and rocked her softly from side to side as she cried, and after a couple of minutes, she found the will to look up at him again. His cheeks were wet, so she reached up and swiped her thumbs over them as she held his face in her small hands. He nuzzled into them and kissed her wrists.

“I miss you, too, E,” she croaked.

“I know, babygirl.”

He leaned in to kiss her forehead, and she closed her eyes as his soft lips caressed her skin. They stayed intertwined for who knows how long until Erik felt Kayla begin to pull back. He looked down at her, and the two of them locked eyes. Before they knew it, their lips had met in the middle in a passionate embrace. They got lost in each other for a moment until common sense returned to Kayla, and she pushed him off.

“We can’t-”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because what, Kay?” Erik’s voice rumbled as he closed what little gap was between their bodies. He left soft kisses on her temples before working down to her cheeks, then her jawline, and eventually the column of her neck. She let out a soft whimper when his teeth grazed the crook of her neck but pushed him back again before he could continue any further.

“Erik, I...I still love you, and-”

He attacked her lips with his, hands feverishly gripping her waist as he pushed her further into the sink. She had nowhere to go, and she was ok with that.

“I...love you...too...babygirl,” he whispered between kisses.

Kayla’s mind went blank as he lifted her up on the counter and pressed himself between her legs. She could feel him, all of him, and damn did she miss that monster between his legs.

“Erik,” she moaned as he nipped at her earlobe. He still knew how to play her body like a violin.

“Mmm, say it again.”

“Erik!” she squeaked as she felt his strong hands grip her thighs.

“Just like that,” he groaned, and she flooded her already wet panties.

“Baby-”

He connected his forehead to hers and stared deep into her eyes. “You miss me?”

“Mhm,” Kayla nodded with her lip between her teeth.

“I miss you, too, baby. I think about you all the time. Every day,” he pecked her lips, “every night. I miss everything about you, Kay-kay. Your off-key singing, your horrible cooking-”

“Shut up,” Kayla giggled as his hands traveled up her dress.

“Your body…fuck I miss this body. I miss how you smell, how you taste...how that tight little pussy feels wrapped around my dick.”

Kayla widened her legs for him as his fingers found their way to the seat of her panties, stroking up and down her slit. Erik kissed his way back down her face and over to her ear, his warm breath sending chills down her spine.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Because I do. You’re all I see when I stroke my dick...wishing it was your hand...your lips...this fucking pussy.”

Erik pushed her panties to the side, and his nimble fingers circled her clit. Kayla let out a small moan that was music to his ears, making fingers move faster and her breath grow shallower with each rotation.

“Answer me.”

“Mhm.”

“Come on, babygirl, you can do better than that. You think about me when you play in your pussy? This pussy right here?” he asked as he slapped her vulva, her wetness sticking to his hand.

“Y-yes, baby-”

“Uh-uh, you know who I am. Say it,” Erik commanded as he snuck three fingers inside her wetness, making her moan loudly in his ear. “Shhh, you gotta be quiet, babygirl. You don’t want people out there knowing how much of a slut you are, right?”

Kayla shook her head no.

“That’s what I thought. Now, I asked you a question, Kayla,” he reminded her. His gruff voice made her weak, and the fingers that were steadily speeding up inside her certainly didn’t help. “Answer me. Who am I, babygirl?”

Kayla tried to hold out as much as she could. She didn’t want to say it, too proud to give in, but the way he was currently stretching out her pussy and curling his fingers inside her made her cling to his shoulders. The bastard knew what he was doing, and she didn’t want to let him win. But then, he played dirty and bit down on her neck. She cried out, and when he pulled back to look at her, the ferocity in his eyes drove her up the wall.

“I said, who the fuck am I, Kayla?” Erik growled. His hand sped up, making her weak with every thrust. She couldn’t hold it anymore and came undone around him, her mouth betraying her as his name fell from her lips.

“Daddy!” she gasped as her pussy spasmed, and he chuckled darkly.

“Damn right I am,” he kissed her lips, “now gimme that pussy. Daddy missed his pussy.”

Kayla heard a rip and felt the cool air between her legs as he tore through her panties to get to her treasure trove. She reached down between them and grabbed his clothed erection in her hand, making him groan as he bit down on his luscious bottom lip. She undid his belt buckle and slowly unzipped his pants before reaching in and pulling out his throbbing dick.

The longing in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, so he pushed her legs back and tapped his head on her clit.

“You want daddy’s dick in you?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered.

“Good.”

He pushed in and groaned at the feeling of her pussy walls gripping him as he sheathed himself inside her.

“Fuck, you feel like home.”

Kayla moaned into his neck in response and wound her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he stroked into her slow and deep. She couldn’t form words. He felt so damn good inside her that Kayla’s brain had short-circuited. Erik’s dick hit spots that she could never find herself no matter how hard she tried. Even in her dreams, he drove her body wild. She had spent the last year trying to find somebody, anybody who could make her feel that way, but nobody could compare to Erik Stevens.

Erik and Kayla panted heavily into each others’ mouths as he made love to her body, and as soon as Kayla started to tense up, his thrusts grew harder.

“I-I-”

“I know, babygirl. Daddy feels it,” he groaned as he nipped at her bottom lip. “Cum on my dick like a good girl.”

His words sent Kayla into overdrive, and her body shook as she spilled over him. Her spasming walls hugged him tight, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, begging him with her eyes.

“You feel amazing,” she moaned.

“Mhm. I know them other niggas wasn’t hitting it like this. I just know it. Look at you, cumming all over daddy’s dick. Look at it!” He grabbed her chin and made her look down at her throbbing pussy as his dick slid in and out of her.

“We look so good, daddy!”

Erik slammed into her, and she bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He gave her his all over and over, rocking the countertop in the process.

“We’ll look even better if you let me cum in this pussy. Mix my cum with yours-”

“Yes!”

“Yes?” He chuckled. “You want it that bad, huh? Nasty ass, in here getting fucked while that bum ass nigga’s waiting for you upstairs.”

“Mmm, I want it.”

“Want what, babygirl?” Erik teased as he brought his thumb to her clit, strumming it slowly as he thrust into her.

“You. I want you to cum deep in me.”

“Shit,” Erik groaned. “You want it deep in there?”

“Mhm. Put it where it belongs, daddy.” Kayla licked up the side of his neck, making his knees buckle. “Cum in your pussy.”

Erik lost all sense of control and pounded into her tight pussy, somehow getting even deeper in preparation for his release. Kayla held on tight as she felt him begin to spasm inside her, and she released around him again as his deep moans tickled her ear. Erik thrust extra deep and held his dick in place as he emptied his balls into her warmth, whimpering lightly as she rubbed his back to soothe him and bring him back down.

“I missed you, babygirl.”

“I missed you, too, daddy.”

They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other until their breathing slowed. Erik was the first to move, slowly pulling himself out of Kayla as she whined at the loss of contact. He kissed all over her face before planting a slow, sweet kiss on her lips.

“I can’t let you go again, Kay-kay,” his voice cracked as tears threatened to fall from his eyes again.

Kayla pulled him back in and kissed him so deeply that she nearly lost herself in him again, but he pulled away and looked her in her eyes.

“I’m serious, girl. I’ll do anything. I’ll marry you, give you as many big-headed babies as you want. Just, please, Kay-” she cut him off with another kiss to shut him up.

“We should go back to my place and talk,” she whispered, and Erik’s face lit up. Something about the way she said it, the way she kissed him, the way her body still responded to his...it gave him hope. Kayla smiled at him and pecked his lips once more before hopping off of the sink. He had to catch her because her legs were wobbly, and she stumbled a little in her heels.

“You aight?” he laughed.

“No, nigga,” she slapped his chest, and the two of them got caught in a laughing fit. They had really just fucked in the bathroom at Chez Martine. Kayla was on cloud nine until a thought occurred to her, and her face fell flat. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Erik’s face turned serious, and his eyes scanned over her body, looking for whatever the problem was.

Kayla started giggling again, and he looked confused.

“What is it?” he asked, barely able to keep a straight face. Her laugh was always so infectious…

“Demetrius.”

“Who?!”

“My date.”

“Girl, don’t worry about him. He probably thinks you dipped out anyway.”

Kayla shrugged and fixed her dress as Erik stuffed his shirt back in his pants. They checked their reflections in the mirror, and Kayla was pleasantly surprised that her makeup was still intact thanks to that setting spray she had splurged on the other day.

“Ready?” Erik asked as he admired her beauty. Kayla nodded, and he unlocked the door, opening it to find Duncan leaning against the wall with a sour look on his face. Kayla’s eyes blew wide as she tried to figure out what to say to her date for the evening.

“Heyyy, um…”

“Denzel,” he seethed.

“Yeah, sorry. So, um, we’re-”

“Sorry, bruh,” Erik clapped him on the shoulder, “but we heading out. Bathroom’s all yours, though.”

Erik pulled Kayla along, and she sent Deion an apologetic glance before following Erik up the stairs. It seemed the whole restaurant knew what had occurred, but neither one of them cared. They were just happy to be around each other again. It had been entirely too long.

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[littlefreya]

Hood Ornaments

Summary: August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather gloves.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: 18+, unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition.  

A/N: Soft!August in the morning, rough!August in the evening! A one-shot born solely from the fact that I have a kink for August wearing gloves! Many thanks to @agniavateira my muse and my beta. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed =)  

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own*   

Title: Hood Ornaments

August Walker had you bent over the hood of his shimmering silver Audi. His fingerless gloves stroked the curve of your bare ass: up and down, languid and sensual. He loved making you feel like nothing but a piece of raw meat; truth be told it made you wetter than you ever wanted to admit.

“You have the best ass in the building,” he murmured behind you, his thumb gliding down the cleft of your behind, pressing your succulent petals apart before slowly pushing in.

You hissed, tensing at his touch, you felt him dig deep, in and then out, excruciatingly slow. The fabric of the fingerless gloves grazing the most delicate spots of your body.

“One of these days I am going to fuck that puckered little hole.” He warned with a low drawl. 

The sound of his baritone spurring profanities and the belt being undone coursed a shiver down your spine. Cheeks flushing with embarrassment, your long legs nearly gave in and buckled to the floor. Not unnoticed by August of course, who chuckled at your despair: nothing ever escaped him, including yourself. 

He slid his palms across your waist, the leather of his gloves smooth against your skin. His nails bit hard into supple flesh as he penetrated you with one powerful thrust. A loud cry echoed through the entire parking lot, followed by his low, arduous grunts. August fucked like a man sentenced to death: hard, rough, careless of your pain but never depriving you of pleasure. You came every time, and how could you not? His cock was massive, throbbing hot inside you, and keen of hitting every spot that sent you into a delirious euphoria. 

Gasping and panting, you crumbled beneath him, reduced to nothing but a meek, whimpering mess. Every thudding rut rocked your body forward, which only made him grow zealous with want. He reached a fist to grab your hair, forcing you halfway up and increasing the rhythm of his plunges. The bones of his hips slammed into your ass with such feral vigour the muscles rippled with every collision.  

 “The fuck you’re going?” He chided, feeling your cunt tighten around him. The dominance drifting from him spiked your arousal to levels beyond any sensible grasp.  

“You’re going to take me all the way because you’re my dirty little girl, right?”

Knees shaking, you nodded with submission while his hand still fisted your hair. Your entire body tingled, the little filled core at your apex showered with quivering delights. You felt every inch of him deep within: tendons and ridges all streaming with passion while your pussy contracted around his thickness and suckled onto it, begging for the same hot elixir of his loins.

“Answer me!” 

“Yes!” You screamed, utterly alight, coming so hard your thighs lost their battle to the rocking quake in your muscles. In your core, you felt currents of pure, electric bliss, in a flash of a moment, August blended into you, making you whole once again. The only thing that tugged you out of the haze of your bliss and held you back into reality was his sinister laugh as he threw your boneless body back on the hood. 

“Good girl, my good, good girl,” he moaned, thrusting with unrelenting fury. His hand ran down the curve of your arched spine, the black leather absorbing the sweat and gliding down the slope of your ass. You felt his cock swell inside you at the same time his thumb pushed past the ring of your ass without any warning.

His loud shout swallowed your astonished gasp. He came suddenly, cock twitching and pulsating between your squeezing walls, granting your womb its desire and filling it with his hot, milky seed.

“God, babygirl, no one makes me come as hard as you do.”  

August’s favourite part was pulling out after loading you with his cum, watching the cream pump out of your ruined little hole. The thick liquid trickled down your inner thigh, languidly caressing its way to the ground.

Still breathless, he straightened up and rolled your panties back carefully, making sure to collect every drop and keep it covered before massaging the sticky wet spot with the tips of his coarse fingers.

“Now,” he panted with a small chuckle, his laughter smooth as dark chocolate melting on one’s tongue, “go back pretending you are such an innocent, good girl while I’m dwelling deep inside you.”

Bracing one hand on the now sweat glistening metal, you lifted up and adjusted your clothes, warring to adjust your fuming breath. August stood aside, tucking himself in and fixing his hair while watching your dishevelled state with a beam of light in his sapphire-blues. 

“That’s the last time, I am not doing this anymore,” you announced and fixed your outfit. 

“Sure it is,” he scoffed, taking off the black gloves and holding them in one hand in an offering, “Wanna keep those for now? Since they turn you on so badly...”

The sudden sound of several footsteps echoing away brushed the words from your tongue before they even formed, your heart immediately sank at the realisation that the entire time you were being watched by god knows how many viewers. You turned back to August and gave him a mortified stare, but he only offered one of his famous, slanted grins in return.

“You said everyone would be at the all hands presentation!” 

“Might have mixed the days,” he shrugged and crooked an eyebrow, “but now since we’re no longer a secret, how about you admit to yourself that you’re in love with me and finally agree to be mine?” 

His words gnawed at your gut, eating you from the inside the way a toxin costumes brittle, little blood vessels. Quickly swaying on your heels, you stormed away so August won’t see the glossiness that shone on your gaze. 

“I hate you,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear, but you knew very well the emptiness of your declarations. August was keen on reading people and he saw through every moan and flutter of your lashes. 

The only person you lied to was yourself.

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker x reader #henry cavill x reader #august walker fanfiction

[meetmymouth]

then again sometimes i get really sweet (harry styles imagine)

this is PURE smut. p*ssy job and belly humping. don’t read if you’re like 13 or something.  word count: 5k+

Three days. It's been three days since Y/N and Harry last had sex.  

Sure, they touched each other here and there: like when yesterday Harry fingered her in the shower and when the other day Y/N gave him a lazy hand job under the sheets when he had trouble falling asleep... but it wasn't the same.  

They were fine, they weren't fighting or anything but they were both so busy that as soon as Harry came home from the studio, he went straight for a shower then later they cuddled on the sofa until it was bed time. It was fine until last night when Y/N woke up humping the air while Harry slept peacefully next to her. But today, she thinks, she’s going to take the matters in her hands. The very hands she’s been using a lot on herself in the shower lately.

When they wake up at around eight that morning, Harry’s all sleepy smiles as he kisses her nose which earns a grimace from Y/N because of his morning breath but they both laugh it off in the end. They eat their breakfast in comfortable silence, a word or two leaving their mouths in between food, and Harry leaves the house after a kiss on the lips and a slap on the bum. Since today was the day he would be finalising one of the songs from his album, Harry wouldn’t take too long in the studio. Normally, Y/N would clean up, leaving the dishes in the dishwasher when they’re done for Harry to put back in where they belonged. But today, she steals another sip from Harry’s black coffee and makes her way upstairs into their bedroom, feeling all giddy.  

As soon as she gets rid of Harry’s tattered Pink Floyd t-shirt she had on, she lays on the bed and unplugs her phone from the charger. When she tries to get comfortable in the middle of the bed, she feels her boobs jiggle and the sensitive nipples harden at the movement. Fuck, she thinks, she would really love it if Harry were there: to be under him, to have his tongue swirling around her hardened nipples, him biting, pinching and slapping them... and maybe spitting on them then later bringing his cock onto her nipples and spreading his spit with his hardening length.  

She's now so wet that she can feel the tiny thong dampening between her thick thighs. She unlocks her phone and find her way through her favourite porn site.  

Her watching porn wasn’t a secret. Both Harry and Y/N loved it. Of course, it was always their last choice since they loved each other’s company and bodies but whenever they were by themselves and there was no way for them to get off together via phone calls and as such, they loved getting off to porn. They also loved watching together sometimes. They were both open to trying pretty much anything in bed as long as they both approved of it and talked about whatever that may be beforehand.  

In conclusion, they had a pretty healthy sex life. Until lately.  

Don’t get her wrong, their relationship wasn’t solely built on sex. They enjoyed each other’s company; quiet nights spent inside, eating takeaways until their stomachs can take no more and nights where they only cuddled and did nothing more.  

But she was horny. And she knew he was too at times because he seemed on edge most nights when they cuddled while watching Bake Off and she could feel him trying to move his lower half away from her ass because Harry wasn’t looking for a quick fuck. He wanted to take his time to devour her, to taste her properly and to fuck her for hours and hours.  

Now, in their bed, the smell of Harry’s shampoo imprinted on his pillow that surrounded the air, she touches her boobs with her right hand while the other holds her phone securely. The phone plays a filthy video of a girl touching her own wet pussy and it makes Y/N bite her lip. She brings her middle finger into her mouth and spits on it, and watching the spit run down her chin, her middle finger rubs her nipple. An ‘aah’ leaves her parted mouth at the contact.  

When the spit dries on her hardened nipples, she gives one last squeeze to both boobs before her shaking hand makes its way down her pudgy belly, towards where she needs some friction the most. She throws one leg on the raised sheets at her feet and whimpers when she feels her own juices breaking apart around her warm pussy with the movement of her leg.  

She doesn’t want to touch it. She’s not going to. Her plan was to edge herself until Harry comes home so she could get the full treatment. She ‘mmm’s at the thought of Harry and his thick, veiny cock that she loves the most. She imagines his hard length running up and down on her pussy, his swollen tip nudging the spongy nub and making a mess of her while he spreads the juices around. She whimpers and closes her legs at the thought, the lips moving freely with the help of her wetness. Another moan leaves her parted mouth and she locks the phone before throwing it onto Harry’s pillow next to her head. She presses her thighs harder and squeezes again numerous times to gain more fraction without getting her fingers involved. A low squeal leaves her mouth as she feels her juices cover the insides of her thighs.  

At the sound of a text message, she reaches for the phone, deciding that it’s enough edging for now and unlocks the phone.  

It’s Harry, cheesing to the camera with his infamous thumbs up pose and he’s letting Y/N know that he is:  

Finished for the day. Have the week off. Nearly homeee. X  

Something bubbles in her chest –and her pussy clearly– as he sends back a heart emoji.  

Leaving the phone behind, she sits up on the bed and catches a sight of her naked body in the mirror that sits at the opposite side of the bed. Her body is glimmering with sweat and she can feel the droplets racing each other down her legs.  

Without breaking eye contact with the version of herself in the mirror, she crosses her legs and begins kneading her boobs. She brings one of them –the bigger one of the two– as higher as she can and alternates between licking and teething the slowly hardening nub. Then she humps the bed with her ass while she sits and grins when she hears the jiggling of keys coming from downstairs.  

She quickly grabs the t-shirt from where she threw it and puts it on, making her way to where the stairs are. While she walks, she imagines the carpet she’s walking on on her back, while she lays on it, getting drilled by Harry and sighs. When she stops at the stairs, she tries to listen to the noises coming from downstairs. She knows his routine by now: he takes off his shoes, his jacket if he’s wearing any, washes his hands in the tiny bathroom that they had under the stairs and then greets his girl. When she hears the faucet turn off, she knows he’ll be upstairs in no time. Thus, she parts her legs so that her wet pussy can be seen from the bottom of the stairs since she’s at the top.  

Harry’s ratty t-shirt doesn’t do much to hide her bottom half due to her curvy frame and while she felt self-conscious at the beginning of their relationship, she took her time getting more and more confident with her curves, the fat on her body and her jiggly thighs which made Harry fall even more in love with her due to her confidence in herself.  

When she leans towards to get a better look at the downstairs area, she sees Harry coming out of the bathroom and making his way upstairs. When he notices her, the dimple makes itself noticeable on his smiling face and the sight of her boyfriend’s smiling face makes her heart feel like someone’s squeezing it so hard it’s going to burst.  

She smiles back.  

“Hi babygirl,” he starts but he stops in his tracks when he spots her glistening cunt peaking under the t-shirt.  

At the sight, Harry feels like his favourite meal is being offered to him on a silver platter after a long day at work. He recovers quickly and sends the goddess standing on top of the stairs a smirk.  

“What’s going on, hmm?” he hums, continuing his steps and finally coming to Y/N’s level. When she keeps smiling, he grabs her by the neck gently and brings her into a hug, her warm body pressing against his.  

“I missed you today. Miss you every day,” she mumbles as her mouth comes in contact with his neck that was dampened with sweat. He makes a sound of agreement and hugs her tighter, their bodies pressing against each other. The lack of space between their chests makes Y/N’s nipples harder than they felt before.  

“Wha’ do we have under there, huh? What is it,” he observes, his arm making its way down her body and finally lifting the t-shirt.  

Her pussy peeks at him from under the fabric and the sight of her wetness knocks the wind out of him. He goes to touch but Y/N arches back, freeing her body from his.  

“Don’t touch. Not now,”  

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” he frowns teasingly, ignoring her attitude. “Hmm? My pussy looks really wet...” he makes a show of examining her bottom half and it makes Y/N groan impatiently.  

When she doesn’t answer, he parts her pussy lips and watches in awe as the creamy wetness connects with each lip.  

When he takes his fingers off of her heat, Y/N’s own hand make its way to Harry’s hardening cock. When she grabs him through his trousers, the outline of his now-semi sits perfectly against her palm.  

The pink lips she loves devouring the most make a throaty groan and she goes for his lips, kissing into his mouth as if she’s starving and what she’s starving for are his lips. He responds as hungrily and they begin kissing in the hallway, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. They both get hotter and sweatier when Y/N opens her mouth wider and darts her tongue out to meet his. He starts sucking her tongue and the slippery movement overpowers her senses and she whimpers- tries to whimper, while Harry alternates between sucking her tongue and messily licking into and around her mouth.  

“Fuck,” he curses in between, “’m so obsessed with you I can jus’ kiss you all day.”  

“You’ve been ignoring me,” Y/N replies and the words sound muffled when Harry keeps planting open mouthed kisses anywhere he could reach on her face.  

“Have I?” he mouths at her neck and catches the single droplet of sweat traveling towards her collarbones.  

He sounds playful and it makes Y/N squirm under his touch. When she backs away, his eyes open and find hers.  

“Which is why I want to have my way with you today,” she explains, as if to make a point. Her frown earns a chuckle from Harry.  

Despite the teasing chuckle, Harry knows he’s fully hard now; he feels the stiffness in his briefs. He would normally object or challenge her as he knew how much it turned her on when he took control, manhandled her and pushed her around. But he knew better than to object to anything she said today. In fact, he could feel the tip of his cock twitching in his underwear and his balls felt bigger, heavier. He knew their sex life has been... stable lately. He was really stressed and he felt tired all the time. Thus, at Y/N’s wish, he would get on his knees and obey. He knew she deserved this and more.  

When they reach the bedroom door, Y/N goes in first, guiding Harry after her. Harry looks at the bed and he frowns at the sight of various dark spots dotted on the sheet.  

“What’s all this then, hm? What did you to while I was gone?” he asks despite knowing –guessing–what went on on those very sheets. She turns her face and gives him a smirk.  

“I’ll show you,”  

“Fuck, baby,” he begins but no other word leaves his mouth other than his heavy breaths.  

She begins taking off her t-shirt while trying to maintain as much eye contact as possible. The purposefully delayed movement makes him swallow and Y/N’s eyes dart to his Adam’s apple, her pussy getting wetter by the second. Harry’s watches her like a hawk, his hand moving to the area where he needs some attention the most. His cock gives another twitch when the edges of her top touches her boobs and the hasty movement makes them jiggle. At the sight, another profanity leaves Harry’s mouth and Y/N giggles quietly.  

When she sees him rubbing his cock through his trousers, she tuts and grabs his arm.  

“No touching. I’ll give it to you in a minute baby.”  

“Fucking hell, you’re killing me. Jus’ do something... please baby girl,” he nothing but whimpers in front of her and Y/N guides him towards the bed.  

He sits voluntarily on the bed and she places herself on his left thigh, where she knows his tiger tattoo is. He ‘aah’s in pleasure when Y/N’s pussy makes contact with the itchy fabric of his trousers and blood rushes to his poor cock, hidden away under his clothes still.  

“Jesus, look at your boobs,” he mutters more to himself and Y/N moans softly when he squeezes one of them.  

His trousers feel unbelievably arousing under her warm pussy. She thrusts her hips once to gain some fraction and Harry pinches her nipples.  

“Fuck, take off my clothes, come on,” he begins with a throaty groan but Y/N’s acts before him.  

She stands up as Harry’s trousers pools around his legs and her hands lifts his t-shirt swiftly and they’re now standing toe to toe, both of them bare with Harry only in his boxers.  

“You gonna touch my cock? Play with it?” He speaks through his teeth, eyes full of lust.  

“Huh, baby?” He repeats when Y/N busies herself with the briefs and in seconds, the briefs also find their place on the floor. His now fully hard cock makes a wet sound as it slaps against his belly and Y/N’s mouth waters at the sight of his now reddening tip and his large balls.  

Harry kicks his underwear and grabs her neck like he did back in the hallway but this time with more pressure that it makes Y/N whimper.  

But this time, Y/N doesn’t get to feel his warm lips against hers immediately. Instead, she opens her eyes to find Harry’s lips puckered.  

He swallows and a muttered ‘fuck’ leaves his glistening mouth. “Open your mouth,” he commands and puckers his lips again.  

And Y/N obliges immediately, as if she were waiting for the command for a long time.  

When she opens, he comes near her and she gets a whiff of tobacco and his musky smell that she secretly finds arousing.  

The spitting sound echoes inside the room as it lands directly on the back of her tongue and she quickly closes her mouth, swallowing his warm saliva.  

“Mmm,”  

“Yeah? You love it don’t you,” he touches her cheek and she leans into his palm.  

“Yes, fuck yes. Baby I’m so wet,”  

Harry grins and glances at her hard nipples that were begging to be played with. When he goes to do so, Y/N gently pushes her back on the bad and it makes him sit down with a huff.  

“Now, I’ve been edging myself since this morning and I would really love it if you laid on the bed for me,” she requests, Harry’s eyes widening at the images coming in and out of his brain like a roll of film.  

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me.”  

He lays on the bed as asked and gulps when Y/N places herself on top of her gracefully. As her left knee was coming to place itself next to his laid out thighs, it touches the edge of Harry’s cock and he lets out a whimper, the tip feeling like someone’s got their fingers around it and is squeezing it tight- so tight.  

Y/N can’t help but chuckle.  

“Sorry.”  

“Baby, come on,” he drawls, hands coming to squeeze her hips. “See how hard I am? Begging to be inside that warm cunt,” he mumbles as if he’s talking in his sleep, eyes almost closed due to the blood that is rushing to the tip of his cock.  

She places her hands on top of his that were already on her hips.  

“I’ll give it to you in a second,”  

He fully opens his eyes like a kid who’s been promised their favourite sweet.  

He shakes his head and groans at how hot the room was beginning to feel.  

“Ah fuck, your tits are in my face, I don’t know how long I can go without comin’.”  

She laughs and lifts her bottom half to free herself from the damp thong. When she throws the thong at him, another groan leaves the back of his throat.  

“Bloody hell, baby.”  

Harry brings the thong to his nose and sniffs the salty smell mixed with fabric softener and his cock gives another twitch.  

When he opens his eyes again, Y/N’s placing her palms on his belly and he growls at her playing with the patch of hair on there.  

“What’s the plan, hm?”  

“I’m gonna spread my legs and rub your pink, hard cock with my wet pussy.”  

At this, Harry covers his eyes with his tattooed arm and a cry leaves his mouth.  

She grins at the effect she has on him and glances at his hard length laid against the dark patch of hair on his happy trail. The head of his cock was slightly tipped to the side and the sticky liquid was oozing from the slit.  

Satisfied with the state of him, she takes his arm off of his face and sends him a smile. Harry can’t wait any longer and his hands immediately finds her boobs, squeezing them while hisses leaves his mouth at how large and soft they feel in his palms.  

“Look at your tits... god,” he starts pinching and rolling the hardened nipples between his thumb and index finger. He rises upwards and takes one them in his mouth. He sucks on the nub and goes back and forth between biting and licking the delicate flesh. His saliva runs down his chin and finds Y/N’s belly.  

“God, baby.”  

“Lay back, come on,” Y/N encourages him and he hesitates for a moment before laying back on the bed.  

When they make eye contact, she sees the hunger in his eyes. She can also tell how on edge he feels by the swollen tip of his cock.  

She then takes one of his hands and brings it to her pussy, making him groan at the contact.  

His digits meet with her wet pussy and she’s surprised at the remaining wetness. “Fucking hell, you’re close to dripping,” he rubs the slippery flesh, bringing his middle finger down where her hole is hidden and collects more of her arousal and brings them up. He spreads the wetness and she ‘aah’s.  

“That’s it, come on, sit that cunt on my cock.”  

As soon as her pussy touches his cock, they both whimper and another ‘fuck’ leaves Harry’s mouth as she begins rubbing herself on his cock. She starts slow, enjoying the way her pussy glided easily on her cock with the help of her arousal.  

“You don’t know how hot you look right now, working that cunt on my cock,” he watches the tip of his cock appearing and disappearing with her movements.  

“I love your cock,” she moans and brings her hands to her boobs, squeezing them. “Love your big cock so much. Love how it feels.”

“Fuck baby, keep humping that cock, come on.” He places his hands on Y/N’s while she plays with her boobs. “God, you’re a fuckin’ goddess, look at you.”  

As Y/N leaves Harry to harshly squeeze her boobs and pinch her nipples, she keeps humping his cock back and forth. She glances down where they’re being interlocked and his wet, swollen tip getting lost between the lips makes her heart beat faster.  

When she looks up, Harry’s watching where her gaze was, his fingers still pinching her nipples.  

When she quickens the pace, the tip of his cock touches the spongy bit. The room is filled with slick, wet sounds.  

“Ah shit,”  

Without stopping her hips, she leans on his torso and gets close to Harry’s nipples. His hands fall from her breasts to her hips as he guides her through her thrusts and they make eye contact.  

A breath leaves his parted mouth as Y/N gets closer to his left nipple and opens her mouth. When he understands the motivation behind her movement, he whimpers under her. She opens her mouth and lets the saliva drip down to his nipple and brings her thumb there, rubbing his dark, hardened nipple.  

He can feel he’s close but he keeps groaning in pleasure as she decides to use her lips rather than her thumb. She sucks on the nub.  

“Fuckin’ shit shit shit,”  

“You like it?” she asks, her hot breath hitting his now wet nipple and a shiver runs down his whole body; especially his neglected balls that are being squeezed between his thick thighs.  

“Fuck, yeah, I love it. Keep going, play with my nipples,”  

Still humping his cock, she bites rather gently into the sensitive flesh and Harry’s mouth forms wordless sounds at the contact of her teeth.  

“Harder,” he whimpers and his pink tongue darts out to dampen his dry lips. She obeys and bites harder, grinding her teeth left and right in hopes to hurt him just like he loved. Another gasp leaves his parted lips and Y/N makes a ‘mmm’ sound as she devours the hard nipple and licks around the area with the little patch of hair.  

Still laying on his chest, his nipple in his mouth, she keeps humping back and forth. Harry feels the heat in his stomach when she keeps making little ‘uh’s and ‘ah’s sounds and he gives her ass a hard smack as a reward for being so good to him.  

“You like that cock, huh,” he slaps her ass again and all he gets from her is another suck on his nipple and a nod.  

When she sits up, Harry gazes at her wet pussy again and groans at the sight before his eyes.  

Y/N’s pussy’s still going back and forth on his cock, her white-ish creamy arousal spreading everywhere near her now reddening heat.  

“Jesus,” he keeps watching her pleasure both of them and he slaps gently at her wet pussy. Satisfied with the wet sound, Harry slaps again and Y/N moans.  

He can feel the back of his fingers dampening with her arousal but before he has a chance to pull his hand away from her pussy, she takes it and brings it to his chest, coating his other nipple she didn’t suck on with her juices.  

“Shit, you gonna lick it off?” he asks but closes his eyes for a second when he feels a pressure on his cock.  

Y/N makes an affirmative sound and she comes close to press her tongue on the messy nipple. She spreads it around more with her tongue and bites into his nipple. Harry looks at her busy mouth and he groans at the sight of juices coating both her lips and his nipple.  

When her hips slow down their movement on his cock, she rises again and her arm reaches back and starts massaging his swollen balls.  

She grins when she feels his heavy balls in her palms and fondles with the patch of hair there.  

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum,”  

“Yeah?”  

He swears again and tries to lift his hips which makes her pussy press harder into his cock. “Yeah, ‘m definitely gonna cum. Keep playing with my balls baby, come on.”  

“No,” she stops her movements and Harry feels like someone has pushed him to an edge of a cliff only to grab him by the neck and take him out of there. When she takes her hands off of his body, he groans.

"Are ya fuckin' kidding me?"

"We're not done yet,"  

The sweat from their bodies mix together when she lays on his chest and Harry's pink lips are still forming 'ah's and 'uh's when he feels his dick still between her wet cunt.  

"If you dare move that pussy I'll cum I'm not even jokin' babe," he mutters and throws an arm over his face, pressing it on his forehead. When she laughs, she frowns harder and she lifts up her pelvis to free his dick from between where it was.  

He hisses when the warm heat leaves his dick and is now exposed to some cool air.

She looks at him with a tiny smile on her lips.

"Now," she gulps and uses her knees to sit on where his laurels are.

Due to having thicker thighs than most, it takes her a while to find a position on her upper torse where her pussy can moderately touch either his belly or stomach. When she looks down, she bites her lips at the sight of the hair following a trail towards his dick and his belly button.  

"Argh, you're so fuckin' hot I can't believe I didn't put my cock in that warm cunt for three days," he clears his throat. "You were desperate, huh? Gonna sit on my face?"

"Noooo," she whispers and it makes him frown. "'m gonna rub my dripping pussy on your belly."  

He turns his head to the other side and whimpers at the image of her dripping cunt rubbing his belly. He imagines the juices coating his upper torso and it makes his ears ring, his fingers clenching and unclenching around the sheets.

When he manages to look at her through drunk eyes, she's starting to rub herself on him.

An 'oh my God' leaves his mouth as Y/N gets ready to quicken her pace.

"Fuck, your belly is so hot, I wanted to rub my little pussy on it since forever."

"Oh fuck, keep going."

"You like it?" She muses and he groans even more because how could he not like this? "You like seeing my juices all over that belly, huh,"

At that, he glances at where she's working her magic. When her pussy's going back, he sees the wet, sticky trail it's leaving on Harry's belly and when she moves her hips forward, she's collecting all the wetness back. It's making Harry crazy.

In between moans and her little squeals, Harry brings his hands up to her boobs again and starts massaging them. He touches the sensitive nipples and squeezes them harshly.

Y/N keeps the pace and goes back and forth on his belly. She's certain she can feel some of the hair on his happy trail tickling her pussy when she meets them with her thrusts.  

"Oh my God, 'm so close baby,"  

"Yeah, ya gonna cum on my belly? Leave your mark all over me?" he says and hisses at the cool hair hitting the wetness on his belly whenever her pussy's not touching the area.

Harry stops playing with her nipples and brings his hand to her pussy, wanting to feel the wetness on his hands too. He places his thumb on the clit and Y/N whines. Her pussy's so wet that it's making unholy sounds when it rubs back and forth and Harry can feel the bubbling of her juices on her thumb when he presses harder at her clit.

"Good girl, my good fuckin' girl,"  

"I wanna come so bad," she whines and it almost sounds like she's hurting.

When she feels something bubbling in her chest, she brings her hand back like before and tries to find his balls with messy movements. As soon as she touches his balls, Harry hisses and his hands go to her hips, squeezing them.

"Want me to cum with ya? That what ya want?"

"Yeah," she whines and keeps massaging his balls. "Want your cum on my ass when I keep riding your belly, Daddy."

At the image, Harry gives out another throaty groan and squeezes her hips harder, making sure to leave his handprints on the flesh.

"Ah fuck, go on then."

As soon as she squeezes her palm holding his balls, his cock starts spurting white strings of hot cum. Just like Y/N wished, some of the strings land on her ass while she keeps rubbing her pussy on his belly.  

Their moans fill the room and Harry brings her right hand to her bum and slaps, making the cum transfer onto his hands and he brings it up her back, spreading some of his cum on her back. When she doesn't slow down her thrusts on his belly, he brings the same hand to her wet cunt and slaps it carefully so that it can land where she needs it the most. At that, a cry leaves her mouth and she starts moving sloppily on him. Harry immediately grabs her by the hips and brings her pussy closer to where his belly button is as she keeps creaming on him even more now that her movements are slower.  

She keeps rubbing sloppily and she 'ah's and 'uh's until she slows down and stops completely.  

"Fuckin' shit, you put God to shame. Look at you, baby."

He brings her hand up to her face and strokes her cheeks and she leans into it.

When they look down, there's a string of her arousal in his belly button and Harry groans at the sight. They make eye contact and Y/N dips her index finger in his belly button and collects as much as she can and Harry jerks his hips upwards at the touch, feeling his balls fill up again.  

He watches in awe as she brings the finger close to his mouth and spreads it around his parted lips messily. He can taste some of it and he hums at the salty taste.

"Look at your lips coated with my cum," she says and brings her beautiful face closer to him. Harry lays still, mouth still parted.  

She finally comes close enough and presses her lips to his and a wet sound fills the room as they both try to taste the cum that is now on both of their lips. She licks into his mouth and he feels the salty taste on his own tongue as they suck each other's tongues. She kisses her upper lip and bites his bottom harshly, making him whine as his cock gives a twitch from where he was laying peacefully on his thigh.

"Jesus, you're a messy girl aren't ya," he mostly states rather than questioning her and she chuckles into his mouth.

"You fucking love it messy.”

"Fuck yeah I do." He links his arms around her waist and Y/N presses a kiss to his sweaty neck.

When she pulls the hair on his chest, a hiss leaves his mouth and Y/N chuckles.  

“You finished me,” he opens his eyes and she smiles at the state of him, his hair dampened with sweat and some beads traveling down his face, pooling near his nose.  

“Literally,”  

When they finally come down from cloud nine, they’re all smiles and giggles as Y/N presses one last kiss to his lips first and then his nipple before she gets off of him and lays face down next to him.

He starts making ‘mmm’ sounds as if he’s eating the most delicious meal of his life and she slaps his chest.  

“Oi, the cum!”  

“Yeah, ‘s on my hands now.” She giggles and makes a show of licking the salty liquid.  

She glances at his softening cock that lays against his thigh and takes a deep breath. When they make eye contact, Harry grabs her by the chin and brings their mouths together. They kiss despite their sweaty faces and the smell of cum and musk surrounding their bodies.  

“I’m so obsessed with you ‘s actually quite scary sometimes," he whispers into her mouth when they part and she smiles.  

When she gives his nose a loud kiss, a surprised chuckle leaves his mouth.  

It's peaceful for another minute.

“So...” He starts, his hands caressing her bum and slowly parting the cheeks. She cuts him off, knowing what’s coming after.  

“Nope, not gonna happen,”  

“But babe-” his index finger toys with the pink hole hidden between her buttcheeks.  

“Nah, not letting you fuck my ass. Now, run us a bath will ya.”

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I desperately need a hug/snuggles/spending the night by my bedside type of thing with either Nomad Steve, Johnny Storm, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, or all of the above. Just not feeling the greatest and need a booster if at all possible.

Scuffles broke out in the tail end all the time, people so high strung in these hellish hostile conditions, they so easily turned on one another when it became to much.

You just happened to be in the middle of this one. You ducked against the wall, trying not to get stamped on or stabbed as screams and yells echoed off the walls. Ducking your head under your arms when things started flying through the air.

Someone get me out, Please!

Hands were suddenly scooping you off the ground, panic making you fight in resistance at first till you were crushed into an all familiar chest and voice grunted in your ear. "Hush, I'm getting you out of here."

You clung to him, if at all possible you would have sink into him to never return at all. Eyes screwed shut, you put your trust in Curtis. Before you knew it, the screams were fading behind you and Curtis was unfolding you from his grasp and into his lap. Large protective hands tilting your face off his chest where you had it pressed. "Let me see You Pretty Girl."

Your fingers curled into his threadbare sweater while your racing heart started to calm down, the gentle touches he gave along your face and neck were soothing, his voice a deep calm that you let settle into your chest. When you did lift your gaze to look at him, there was relief in his sharp eyes as he cupped your cheek. "Thats my girl, you had me scared for a minute."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in close to him. Truth be told, so were you.

It was so dark when the Nomad found his way into your home, cautious as always while he descended down the hallway. It was always a throw caution to the wind moment coming to you, but a man, even those on the run, still had needs.

And that was you, your arms became the home he craved, the one he never had before. How good it felt to be welcomed, not for what he could give you, but for the simple fact that he needed you and you were never one to take from him.

Maybe it was selfish on his part to want something just good in his life, but the moment he saw you kneeling in the center of the bed waiting for him, he didnt mind being a selfish man.

Encased in silver moonlight, you effieciently helped him shed the captain identity till there was nothing but steve rogers falling into your bed. Shared kisses passed between you both as he caged you underneath him, your hands sliding to link over his shoulders and legs around his slender hips.

"Welcome home Steve"

"Mhm so good Kitten." Ransom praised as he reached up to loosen the knot on the headboard, freeing you from your ties. You couldnt help the shy but proud smile as you sunk into the pillows beneath you while his hands rubbed along your arms to ease any of the tension.

"Took it all so well, how do you feel?" He inquired. Ransom might be a son of a bitch most the time, but these moments after you two had particularly rough sex, he was doting. Checking in, taking care of you, making sure your needs were met after you allowed him his.

"I'm okay, thirsty?" You croaked out and he nodded, going to grab you a water which you took gratefully. He settled in behind you, hands rubbing along your back until you settled back into him, coccooned in his arms.

Tomorrow he would be back to his smug selfish behaviour, but tonight Ransom Drysdale was only about one thing. You.

The weather outside was truly frightful. Cold sunk into your bones till you felt like you would never warm back up.

But you knew better because you had a secret weapon. Johnny.

After stamping the snow off, and shedding your outer wear, you went to seek him out following the sound of excited curses and video games. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, controller in hand trying to beat a level.

Grey sweats and a white wife beater never looked so hot on a person. You admired a moment till you were curling up to him. A sideways glance from him had him suddenly hitting save and wrapping you into his arms, making you squeal in surprise as he pulled you into his lap, falling into a recline on the couch.

"You are frozen, you came to the right place to warm up babygirl." He teased with warm kisses across your face as you wriggled in his lap to get comfy. And maybe tease him a bit as he groaned softly against your lips.

"You are my own personal furnace Johnny" you rubbed your nose against his as you tucked your hands in under his shirt, effectively feeling him start to heat a bit more.

"Always glad to be of service." He winked and shared a playful kiss that had you giggling against his lips. "I missed you today, I'm glad your finally back. Your spending the night right?"

"If You dont mind, I don't want to go back out in that tonight and try to hail a cab."

You swore the bigger he grinned, the warmer he got as he tightened his arms around you. "Stay as long as you want Babygirl. I love having you here."

A/N- nonnie, I hope your night/day gets better babes 💙 sending all the love and hugs possible. Also I wrote this at 3 am, so any weird mistakes, its because I'm half asleep still.

#amber answers #nomad steve rogers #curtis everett #ransom drysdale #johnny storm

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

Songs That Remind Me of Fem Mike Hanlon

Strawberry Blonde by Mitski Hey homies gonna be a Hanbrough stan on main for a sec but this song is Mike about Bill, sorry to tell you. I feel like people talk about Ben’s perspective on Bev and Bill but they don’t talk about Mike’s in terms of being in love with Bill and I think this song both sums that up and breaks my heart over it. Also it works if you think of it in terms of once Bill’s left Derry and forgotten Mike but only do that if you feel like being Sad. ‘I love everybody Because I love you When you stood up Walked away, barefoot And the grass where you lay Left a bed in your shape I looked over it And I ached’ - ‘Reach out the car window Trying to hold the wind You tell me you love her; I give you a grin Oh all I ever wanted was a Life in your shape So I follow the white lines Follow the while lines Keep my eyes on the road As I ache’ - ‘Look at you, strawberry blond Fields rolling on I love it when you call my name Can you hear the bumblebees swarm? Watching your arm I love it when you look my way’

Whatever We Feel by Sammy Rae Another song where I just think she’d listen to it and it has her general vibe!! That's just Mike!!! Like there is very little that I could back up past vibes but the vibes are so strong, except for the little part where her future with her friend’s isn’t what she wanted it to be, but mostly its just Mikey Vibes and I think that's valid! ‘I been wearin’ my big old silver hoops I been walkin' 'round the house in ’em, babe I been chillin' on the couch in 'em I'm accenting with socks I'm accenting with brightly colored socks I’ve been puttin' a show on for me, babe I'm the only one who knows it It's whatever we feel It’s whatever we wanna do’ - ‘I didn't make it to the end, ah ah Graduate, get a job with all my Friends I get all kinds of sad when I think about it I get all kinds of sorry for it’ - ‘Can you catch my vibe Ooh, long rides with the people in my tribe’

Haunted House by Sir Babygirl Okay so this one doesn’t work in every aspect once you put it in context but there are just parts of it where my brain goes Mike Mike Mike so loud I die so it's her. It feels like her that last summer right before all the other Losers go off to college and she knows they’re going to forget and that she’s going to stay but she hasn’t told any of them because she doesn’t want to make them carry that burden too. ‘I was buried in the summer All those parties ago And I try not to remember Til my body lets me go One step in and I'm three drinks deep Watering that big secret I keep If nobody knows, the bigger it grows’ - ‘This party's just another haunted house I can't wait to lose all my friends tomorrow’ - ‘And now the clock is melting So's my mouth and so's my mind So I grab onto the railing 'Cause all my friends left me behind There all dancing and they're all free I was once them but now I freeze’

#Losers Songs #fem mike hanlon #god I love her #like Eddie I wish I had more for u mike #but alas I dont project on you as hard as some of ur friends #but honestly mike??? icon who I love with my whole chest

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Texted Love

Henry Cavill x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Central Masterlist | Texted Love

"Our first guest is none other than the famous and dear friend of mine, (Y/n) (L/n)!"

A smile snaked its way on your plump lips as you came out from behind all the decorations, your eyes shining from the bright stage lights. Twitch played Drew Barrymore by Bryce Vine as you walk down to the main area, having heard it was one of your favorites. The nervousness that you once had was quickly disappearing, and instead the vibe of the song was taking control of you as you began singing.

You danced your way over to Ellen, your lips pronouncing every all the lyrics with such clarity and joy. Your hips subtly moving to the rhythm of the music, rolling from side to side. The blond laughed at your goofy entrance, her pearly whites shining with silver sparkles.

As the music came to a faded out end, you hurried over to where your host was, greeting her with a quiet, "Morning Ellen," and a hug with a kiss to the cheek. Your voice full of giggles as the two of finally sat down on the two white single seaters.

"Wow that-that was quite the performance!" Ellen joked, making you burst into another fit of giggles.

"Why thank you! I really do try my best."

"Do you usual do that?" You gave her a funny look, a smirk tugging on your lips.

"Do what? Burst out into song like a Disney character? Hell n-well. Actually....maybe...dunno. Gotta ask my staff." It was her turn to giggle. It took either of you a minute to compose yourselves, staring at each other as the room got quiet.

There was a look on your face, one that Ellen knew very well from having had you many times before on the show. Opening her mouth to say something, Ellen was interrupted by you calling out to her in what could only be referred to as an 'alien voice.' The strange sound your voice made causing her to go through another series of laughs and giggles as she desperately tried to compose herself. You grinned, loving the reaction you got in return.

"I'll stop now. Hahaha. I'll stop now." And with that said the interview went under way.

...

"Hehehe. Okay, okay. I-I need to ask you some questions. And these questions revolve around a certain....someone." Ellen wiggled her brows, noting the way your eyes just lighted up with joy at the oppprtunity of talking about the handsome man.

Oh boy, did you love him.

"Ah! My favorite subject. Do continue!" You shouted, fixing your clothing as you leaned in more into the cushions of your seat. You really just loved to toy with the media these days.

With a grin, god there's so many smiles and grins you realized, the talkshow host continued, "So what's going on? Are the two of you talking, flirting, sharing grandmas secret recipes, battle plans- what are you two doing?" You snorted before turning serious.

"We plan to attack by midnight. There's five groups with few subdivision, but the main will attack the South, North, West, and East. The fifth will attack the headquarters. Soon enough Wendy's shall be ours by the first light of dawn." The audience laughed at the mention of the fast food company. Ellen shook her head, her cheeks already hurting from so much smiling. Chuckling, you answered honestly.

"We have spoken actually. Well, not really talk talk. Like not orally but we've been texting and it's all nice and yeah." "And yeah?" "And yeah."

"Oh (f/n), you always mangae to make me laugh so much. Anywyas, for those of you who don't know," Ellen satred at the camera, "A while ago, while on the Graham Norton Show, (Y/n) learnt that she was Henry Cavill's celebrity crush," The crowd 'ooo'ed' much like the other interviews. You snickered, "(y/n) being (y/n), told on national television for Henry to hit her up on Instagram." You nodded.

"And he actually did. Hehehehe." Watching you, mischief introduced itself into her blue eyes. Not a good sign. Knowing you, you would play along and so much more. Its one of the reasons why many loved to have you on their shows. You were a goofball, always playing around, always keeping the conversation going. You were perfect.

And plus, you always did love going out with a bang.

"Do you think anything will come of it?" "Like relationship, romance wise?" "Yeah." You thought for a moemnt. In truth, you kind of hope it did but at the same time you were scared. You've never been in a relationship before, what if you were bad at it? You had always been a lone wolf in your life, opting to do everything on your own despite the many times help was offered.

Not the time to think this!

"Well I mean our zodiac signs say that our compatibility is favourable so I guess so." There was a moment of silence as everyone tried to process what you just said.

"W-What?" You gave Ellen a look as well as towards the audience who werw now snickering ag you.

"What?! I just wanted to raise the percentage!" A roar of laughter. Ellen looked at you, "Percentage?" You nodded, a stupid grin on your warm face. "Like when you're 99% sure that 2+2 makes 4 but you just want to get that one percent in. Just to like, make sure." "And how does this affect...?" You shrugged," I mean in my head it's like I now have a 1% chance of getting with him. The previous was like 0.5% chance." They continued to laugh at you.

"Wow, I feel bullied right now." You continued to joke around.

...

Throughout your whole interview, Henrybhad been watching it on his phone, a smile on his face. He still sat in his car, having previously needed to go to some place urgently, however, the news of you being live prompted him to take a few moments of distraction.

However, a few moments soon turned into a whole 25 minutes.

Oh he was definitely late. But it was you, so who cared.

He chuckled when the interview had reached your percentage bit, his eyes tracing the ways your face moved about. Admiring the your eyes shined whenever you were successful in making another laugh. Shaking his head, he plugged his car key's into the ignition, activating the vehicles engine. Quickly, he tapped out of the live stream, going to the still opened Instagram tab that remained on your conversation from the night before. Pressing on the voice recording button, he chuckled. Thinking of how dumb his next words were but finding the idea of how riled up you'd get after it, was extremely funny.

"1%? Babygirl, you have 100% chance to get with me."

...

The interview had then ended and lunch had quickly rolled in, your stomach grumbling angrily. Picking up your phone, you noted that you had a voice message from Henry. Arching a brow, you preased on it. Not caring if the volume was all the way up and that you weren't the only one in the car.

---"1%? Babygirl, you have 100% chance to get with me."---

The car came to a screeching halt.

"DID HE JUST CALL YOU BABYGIRL BECAUSE IF SO, FUCK GIRL YOU'RE AT THE FUCKING TOP OF YOUR LIFE. YOU'VE REACHED YOUR PEAK DUDE." Your assistant screamed at the top of his lungs. Staring wide eyed at you from the driver's seat, his face equally as shocked as yours.

"BICTH HE CALLED ME BABYGIRL! FUCK! AND HIS VOICE, HOLY SHIT. I'M DYING!"

"AHHH/AHHHH!" The two of you screamed simultaneously.

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Oh Henry. If you only knew the chaos you were causing.

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Nahhh, he's a little shit. He would continue fully knowing of the chaos he causes.

...

(A/N): Made this at like five am so if there's grammatical or spelling errors then please don't mind them. :)

Hope you enjoyed!

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character playlists: ori

so. let’s do this. my playlists are long and scattered, but they make me happy, so i might as well share them and the thoughts behind song choices. so. here’s some songs for runaway knights & wannabe witches, and what have you.

something holy - childhood & riches & wonders

pearl diver - mitski - oh hunter, if you didn’t want the beautiful so badly, perhaps you would’ve found it in your spirit singing softly - look. it's on the nose, considering that her title is "the pearl hunter," but also, like, that rules. this is a song for wren, i think; ori in the present reflecting on her mother and the similarities between them.

icicles - the scary jokes - i can only be forgiven if i’m giving myself up to you on a silver serving tray / must i bare myself to the stabbing of your knife & gnashing teeth while our lovely company appears so entertained? - aaand a song for childhood. 99% of ori's socialization came from her parents having important guests over, so. uh. yeah. show off your reclusive child prodigy like a pageant whenever you have the opportunity. she probably won't grow to loathe you.

life: the cruel interlude (on god) - kilo kish - why do i dare believe in me when i bleed? - questioning was. always a big thing for ori. i don't think she ever believed that the mirzha was god, and i known that she never truster her father's patron, but. in her studies, in her passions, there's always this tiny sense of desperation for something to have faith in something. not herself.

bluejays & cardinals - the mountain goats - the stars come out of hiding for you, & i would too - there is. a lot, in ori's relationship with her brother. she was the favorite child, yeah, the one destined for great things in spite of her... troubles. but he never had those troubles! she didn't, doesn't understand how he went through life so unafraid. there's envy there. i also think that the line i quoted is terribly true, like, canonically. because. she sure did do that stupid shit.

be calm - fun. - take it from me, i’ve been there a thousand times--you hate your pulse because it thinks you’re still alive! - sometimes you have intense social phobia. and that's okay!

country death song - violent femmes - kiss your mother goodnight & remember that God saves, kiss your mother goodnight & remember that God saves - i think andrei is a much less pitiable or even sympathetic man than the narrator of this song, but. like. it's a country song about a father killing his daughter while preaching godliness. i had to.

i’m all bloody inside - liam lynch - inside me, well, it’s dark & gross as hell, i’m not a pretty sight - the family business!

the hazards of love 3 (revenge!) - the decemberists - but father, don’t you fear, your children are all here - fantasies. part of the fantasy is imagining a world where she doesn't feel terrible about the thought.

shankill butchers - sarah jarosz - they used to be just like me & you, they used to be sweet little boys - "blood hunters are ghost stories." "and also, they're fucking terrible. violent, cruel, zealous. the worst."

sparrow - st. vincent - & no eyes are on the sparrow, eyes are on the sparrow, how could that be the case? the lark keeps whistling his number, silly little number, as if he isn't prey - pity for the boy. sort of retrospective, but it's a thought that's been there since she was a child.

something burning - rituals & fire & running

starchild - ghost quartet - but i will transcend & vomit this loser out of me; i will become the next big thing, i will light myself on fire - maybe she is some kind of angel? bursting with radiance and terrifying to look upon.

arsonist’s lullabye - hozier - don’t you ever tame your demons, always keep them on a leash / when i was sixteen, my senses fooled me - oooor maybe she is a sixteen year-old who is having a panic attack and setting everything in sight on fire by accident.

blood - my chemical romance - i’m the kind of human wreckage that you love! - so she's broken.

girl anachronism - the dresden dolls - it’s not the way i’m meant to be, it’s just the way the operation made me - so she's failed and she's broken and she's sick, and there's no time to fucking think.

when the chips are down - anais mitchell - cast your eyes to heaven, you’ll get a knife in the back. - so she does what her mother did before her, and she runs from that which she has always known.

body terror song - ajj - i’m so sorry that you have to have a body / one that will hurt you, & be the subject of so much of your fear - feelings on being built Wrong; feelings on your mind's undue control upon your body.

in corolla - the mountain goats - & no one was gonna come & get me, there wasn't anybody gonna know, even though i leave a trail of burnt things in my wake every single place i go - very good as an ori song in general but this is her justification to herself in the water. under the docks, she says this to herself.

the harrowed & the haunted - the decemberists - will i be so brave? - just to get that oceanic vibe up.

luna - the mountain goats - rise through the flames & end again in flames at last - an inexplicable feeling.

unwhere - reeder - a song for leaving what you've always known.

something lonely - years & woods & dreaming

runs in the family - amanda palmer - run from their pity, from responsibility, run from the country & run from the city, i can run from the law, i can run from myself, i can run for my life, i can run into debt, i can run from it all, i can run 'till I'm gone - she is broken and all she can think to do is get as far away as possible

panic attack - liza anne - i hate that i can be seen like this

black eyes - david wirsig - my hammering heart hears the voices of spirits that tempt us, the scorn that they’ve spoken

for the departed - shayfer james - they will bury me alive, but i’m not inclined to care; i am too far gone now

hurt - johnny cash - everyone i know goes away in the end; you can have it all, my empire of dirt

my body’s made of crushed little stars - mitski - i work better under a deadline! i work better under a deadline!

blood in the cut - k. flay - guess i’m contagious; it’d be safest if you ran--fuck, that’s what they all just end up doing in the end

little pistol - mother mother - i think i might be scared of the world & the way it makes you feel afraid & how it gets in the way

villains pt. 1 - emma blackery - built to create, designed to destroy

the beer - kimya dawson - & the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared of burning in hell while i was already there [...] i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth

something safe - family & finding it & fighting together

haunted house - sir babygirl - i’m running just to hide & i’m hiding just to breathe & around every corner is the same night on repeat

your heart is a muscle the size of your fist - ramshackle glory - i love you & you make me glad to be alive; i promise that i’m gonna pay you back / you always know how funny everything is, even when i’m so serious that it’s gonna be the death of me

medicines - the taxpayers - o, but our rotting corpses lying there soon began to leak & grow these lesions that all smelled just like a rose / & all the blood & guts inside us germinated into timeless pages stained with lines of lovely prose

autoclave - the mountain goats - i am this great unstable mass of blood & foam

alligator skin boots - mccafferty - i’m cool to the touch, leap to my death, i’ll die for you all, i’ll die for my friends, it goes like this

100 years - florence + the machine - lord, don’t let me break this, let me hold it lightly, give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly

tomorrow will be kinder - the secret sisters - but i feel warmth on my skin, the stars have all aligned

armour - rae spoon - you know i placed was to build a life for you

amy aka spent gladiator 1 - the mountain goats - play with matches if you think you need to play with matches; seek out the hidden places where the fire burns hot & bright / find where the heat’s unbearable & stay there if you have to--don’t hurt anybody on your way up to the light, and stay alive

curses - the crane wives - won’t you stay with me, my darling, when my walls start burning down?

something daring - islands & visions & loss

jane’s dream - janelle monáe

beekeeper - keaton henson - hear me, o woman that has gone astray, gone astray

fire - kimya dawson - i’m reading books about how they’re corrupt [...] as long as i’m burning, i’ll keep on yearning to save the world, not sure how, but i’m learning

cosmic hero - car seat headrest - i love you, but i can’t stand the touch, & of course i’m alright with death

turn the lights off - tally hall - everbody likes to get taken for turns to see how bright the fire inside of us burns [...] should be stronger, books abandoned

eat you alive - the oh hellos - child, i’m afraid for your soul; these things that you’re after, they can’t be controlled

cry for judas - the mountain goats - hallucinate a shady grove where judas went to die

o death - monica martin - no wealth, no land, no silver, no gold, nothing satisfies me but your soul

blood of angels - brown bird - and i would wage my soul to bet that there ain’t no one throwing lightning anyhow

the universe is going to catch you - the antlers - the arms of the universe kept you from falling [...] those arms did not come back

a burning hill - mitski - i am the fire & i am the forest & i am the witness watching it / i stand in the valley watching it

something terrifying - conversations & selfhood & divination

the lamb - dessa - but blood is blood, & what’s done is done; blood is blood, & its burden is a beast

going invisible 2 - the mountain goats - i’m gonna burn it all down today & sweep all the ashes away

the lion’s roar - first aid kit - she plays a tune for those who wish to overlook the fact that they’ve been blindly deceived by those who preach & pray & teach, but she falls short & the night explodes in laughter

the villain i appear to be - connor spiotto - even if you can’t see the good inside me, i don’t have the time to tell you why i do the things that i do, just please hold on & soon you’ll seem

up the wolves - the mountain goats - there’s bound to be a ghost at the back of closet, no matter where you live; there’ll be a few things, maybe several things that you’re gonna find really difficult to forgive

thursday girl - mitski - glory, glory, glory to the night that shows me what i am

at the bottom of everything - bright eyes - we must take all of the medicines to expensive now to sel; set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell

everybody does - julien baker - i know i’m a pile of filthy wreckage you will wish you’d never touched, but you’re gonna run when you find out who i am

tongues & teeth - the crane wives - i know that you mean so well, but i am not a vessel for your good intent 

a pearl - mitski - you’re growing tired of me and all the things i don’t talk about / sorry, i don’t want your touch--it’s not that i don’t want you

#original #this is. so long. and i will probably add more. but. Daughter. #ori #playlists

[juleswolverton-hyde]

The Sword and Shield (BC x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Idol AU, Quarantine fiction

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Warnings: Innuendos, nerdy Pokémon talk.

Summary: Every warrior needs a sword and shield to defend themselves against enemies. However, two nerds take up weapons in a vastly different fight. 

Masterlist

Credits for the banner art go to Satzzz Art.

Life between the sheets does not always have to be characterized by Sensuality because there is more to be found among the pillows and blankets. It is amiable comfort, dozing off together to the sunrays streaming in through the light bedroom curtains or listening to music while sharing earbuds to kill the boredom of quarantine by means of occupying oneself with whatever is at hand. After all, it is yet unknown for how long the global population is forbidden to leave their homes safe for retrieving necessities at the supermarket or drugstore.

A blessing in disguise, however, is being able to spend the period of restriction with a bunch of lively lads which includes the lover of little more than a year. The moment it became known countries were hauling in their own residents a foolhardy decision was made to remain in South-Korea and leave the life in the place of origin behind for a while. The choice did not sit well with Chan at first, not too subtly asking to reconsider it though soon finding a secret delight in finally being able to wake up every day in the same bed.

No thousands of kilometres distance.

No time to be taken away by management and time zone differences.

The pandemic has at least given us this.

A taste of life as a real couple.

 Just before IKEA closed as well, the lovable human kangaroo insisted on going there for the last shopping spree so personal taste could be added to the bedroom that would be shared. The well-meant idea was rejected at first, saying it was not needed and that the interior was fine as it was. However, once bleached locks have set their mind to something, it is barely possible to change the focus of determination and thus the private shared space has been decorated with a few candles alongside a new bookcase to house whichever books were already taken from home as well as a few pieces of art and a collection of postcards that have been pinned on a metal grate.

Our perfect little nest.

A haven of comfort for songs and nerdy thoughts.

‘Hey, babygirl.’ The mattress dips as the human koala joins the small kingdom in the sheets of sweatpants and loose tops that are somehow still deemed charming. Even the surface beneath the minimal layer of makeup is apparently preferred by the strong arm wrapping around the waist as platinum locks rest on the head and watch the screen held between hands. ‘What’re you playing?’

‘Pokémon Sword. It’s really good thus far and- Oh my god, it’s so cute!’ In an instance, the screen is lifted to show the six adorable balls clad in armor, a new creature which is called a Falinks. ‘Look at these little buddies!’

A wide smile breaks out on plush lips, wavy locks shaking in closed-eyed amusement before looking up again with the wonder of a new discovery. ‘So that’s why you’ve been kicking the air or screaming something is cute. I didn’t know you were a Pokémon fan?’

‘I have been since I was little, but it’s not something I tell others about.’ The true meaning of the grin no longer passes under the radar, igniting an ember of shame for harbouring a geeky side when it comes to the Japanese creatures. ‘Yes, I know, I am a mega nerd. Bite me.’

The jaw clenched in timidity relaxes when slender fingers tickle the sides as a big nose presses into the side of the neck to nuzzle it. The comment was not meant to provoke although the lowered voice suggests otherwise as it speaks against skin, teeth even cheekily nibbling. ‘Watch your words, Y/N, or I just might.’

However, the sensuous attitude fades as fast as it appeared as irises the colour of pure chocolate wander back to the device. ‘Can I see your Pokémon?’

Because the girl in the sheets is not the only trainer beneath the roof. 

‘Sure.’ With the same nonchalance that denies the suggestiveness from a second ago, the index of the creatures which are currently being trained is opened. The current team consists of a Corviknight, Obstagoon, Thievul, Drapion, Boltund and Cinderace. ‘I’m currently training these though I mostly specialize in Dark Types.’

‘Why doesn’t that surprise me?’ To get more comfortable, Chan slouches further down the bed to rest more properly on a beloved narrow shoulder. Nevertheless, the all-knowing grin from before remains plastered onto plush lips. ‘I suppose you’re also interested in training Ghost and Psychic types as well?’

‘I’m an open book, aren’t I?’

‘Just a little bit.’ The teasing is made up for with a chaste peck on the nose followed by one on the forehead. Just the way it is preferred and done whenever apologizing for something or to simply gain a smile. Withal, now, judging by the twinkle in mischievous eyes, it is definitely to say sorry in advance for what is to come. ‘Can you guess what my type is?’

‘Me?’

The witty response evokes the bubbly boyish laughter that has been loved ever since the first time it was heard. ‘You’re not wrong.’

‘Okay, okay, let me think.’ The scanning for clues on the face results in nothing except a brighter devilish glimmer in a loving look. Henceforth, the answer will have to based on personality and all the little things that have been discovered since being in a relationship and now prematurely living together. ‘Electric? Although, no, wait. Fire. Something tells me you at least have a Growlith or had but it has transformed into Arcanine. Then again, judging by that splendid performance of the theme song in your VLive, I’d also wager you have a Pikachu. However, you’re very sporty so maybe you specialize in Fighting types?’

‘You’re on the right track. The answer is somewhere in there.’ Instead of one mocking eyebrow, two rise in a failed attempt to exaggerate coyness while looking cool. ‘Or is it?’

‘Very helpful, Chris.’ Sarcastically disregarding the useless remark and lopsided smirk, the former ramble is composed into a somewhat solid answer. Anywhere close to the truth is better than nothing. ‘You’re a Fire trainer who is also interested in Fighting types.’

‘Almost. I’m a Dragon trainer who always starts out as a Fire trainer. I am, however, also interested in Fighting types too. I do have an Arcanine and Pikachu is an exception to the rule because it’s Pikachu. Every trainer should have one.’

‘I have one too, but it doesn’t have a name since it’s a female and I only name my male Pokémon.’

Focus shifts back to the screen, Chan reading the names of the amiable creatures that form the company on the journey to becoming the best. It started as a fun idea and the names matched fairly well. ‘So I’ve noticed. Are you associating everyone in the industry with a Pokémon?’

But nothing ever runs smoothly. 

‘I’m trying, but it’s bloody hard at times. I made Jackson a Pidove. Don’t laugh! I don’t know why I did it, but his name was the first to pop up when I caught it. Baekhyun is an Applin. Wait, he’s transformed already so now he’s a Flapple. Han is a Greedent because, let’s be honest, he’s a squirrel. Changbin, well, Bin is a Corviknight. I gave his full name to a Rufflet. Minho is a Sneasel, Felix a Thievul and I have yet to decide on the rest of the boys.’

‘Which one would be me?’ Judging by the suggestive tone of curious eyes and barely noticeable pout, there is the clear hope of a comparison with an awesome creature. The tightened grip on the hips betrays it too, blatantly so. Almost forcing the unknown comparison to one’s personal preference. 

‘Without a doubt, you are Zacian, the giant warrior wolf with a sword in its mouth.’ A deep sigh cannot be helped at the thought of the game’s challenge which does absolutely not allow for failure. ‘The legendary Pokémon of the Galar region. Dammit, Channie! Why do you have to be so elusive and exclusive?’

‘Because I’m an amazing catch.’ The cheek is turned by slender fingers, compelling lips to join in a playful giggly kiss which is broken up by a smug remark. ‘And warriors are not so easily bound to a master. You told me even Beowulf reluctantly helped a king, only to settle his father’s debt. 

‘Although,’ the train of thought is easily altered by hooking a digit under the silver necklace that was given as a birthday present, pulling the tease in yet holding off from melting into another kiss by backing away to continue the battle of wits and enjoy the small adorable whine of disagreement, ‘with the right trainer, I suppose I could make a deal.’

‘I plan on winning all gym badges and make myself worthy of the wolf.’

‘You will still have to win in that final fight. Until then, think you can take me on?’ Brows furrow in a suddenly hard-fought battle for concentrated control. Funnily contradicting oneself, the domestic koala shifts positions to hover over the coy soul who was able to tame the beast beneath the roof, faces inches apart and the Switch tucked in the small space between bodies.  

Which becomes noticeably narrower when transforming Innocence into Sensuality by creating the image of what might be given after testing out the waters of victory and win in a Pokémon battle. ‘I have more than enough times in this bed.’

To make up for the victory and erase any negative unspoken feelings. 

Though the soft growling suggests impatience, unwilling to be kept on a leash any longer. ‘Don’t change the subject. You’re fighting unfairly.’

‘Am I?’ The device is put aside on the bedside table, ankles hooking behind the waist to coax a hard shape into the warmth between the thighs as hands rest on broad shoulders. A much-appreciated action evidently, breath taken away by the friction between two concealed forms of wanting and nails digging into the skin beneath the comfy black printed fleece vest.

And the chest now making escape entirely impossible, hearts racing in harmony. ‘Yes. You’re distracting me.’

‘Says the person who’s distracting me from gaining those badges.’ Enough coherency lingers to remain cheeky. Bashful enough to lean in and utter a final double-sided statement of defiance. ‘I bet I can easily best you.’

But two can play that game, apparently. 

‘I think you’re wrong, babygirl. Or do I need to remind you of how good I am?’

‘Grab your Switch and bring it on.’ The challenge is accepted with a scoff which clearly started having different expectations in regards to the order of events. Fortunately, a sweet quick peck cures most of the shallow grumpiness as Chris is dismissed from the sheets. ‘And give me all you’ve got.’

‘Oh, I will. I always do.’

As became apparent in the few battles between teams.

The wolfish actions that followed unspoken hard feelings unhappy with the outcomes of the fights.

And a broken headboard in the morning.

#Bangchan fanfiction #Bangchan #Bang Chan #Chan #Channie #Stray Kids #SKZ

[maxskulline]

"I, um---" Her lunch break's nearly over so he's gonna keep this brief, like she probably wants. "I made you somethin' while you was gone last year." He hands her a package, the unmistakable emblem of ReSkull Clothing printed on the plastic. "Don't open it here, a'ight? Wait 'til you home. Thought I'd never see you again so I jus' been lettin' it catch dust in my trailer. You don't hafta keep it but, it's better wit' you than me, ya feel? See you 'round." He's gone before she knows it.

A few hours later and the parcel still lies unwrapped on the end of her bed. Within Max’s proximity, close enough to reach out and discover its content, yet she ignores the call of curiousity with all of her might like it’s not yelling to unravel the big secret. Guzma has had mentioned his new, his own clothing brand with a new kind of pride he never wore like this before. She knows the present must be related to it, if the ever familiar skull and its new crown of the ReSkull Emblem was any hint towards it. 

When Guzma handed her the parcel, he gave Max no chance to utter a response or to reject the gesture - before she could, he had left the young woman in a stupor and disappeared as fast as the wind. Max remembers how she stared after him until she was called back inside by her colleague. Something about the act, the way Guzma left before facing the possibility of rejection, had felt so bittersweet that she could not bring herself to leave the parcel at work. 

Still, it’s been hours. And the parcel remains wrapped. And Max picks up plenty other things that suddenly need doing. Like cleaning up - yep, it’s been a while since those shelves had had a proper dusting. And the state of their TV! With Pokémon fur clinging to every possible surface and screen in this cozy little apartment, she’ll be kept plenty busy and surprise Rosie with a clean home, uh huh. Max, of course, doesn’t just leave it at dusting - not when she can hoover and sweep the floors as well. 

With music turned up to full volume and upbeat songs she loves to sing along to blasting from the speakers, she passes and crosses the untouched package at least fifteen times before Max ultimately decides that there’s no putting off anymore. The rooms are squeaky clean, she has had a shower, no dishes need washing anymore, and as nice as keeping distracted had felt, the evergrowing tightness in her chest to get it over and done with wins this battle in the end. Besides… this needs to happen before Rosie gets home. 

Her fingers tighten in the hem of a loose, purple shirt she had gotten comfy in. Then tells herself to take a deep breath because - because it’s just a present.

                                  ‘But it’s a present from Guzma, Max.’

Something he had made, for her, while she kept hundreds of miles away from these islands. When Max was on his mind when he wasn’t on hers. 

                                   ‘Bullshit. Why do you keep telling yourself that?’

He made it not knowing if he could ever give it to her. Despite everything, the very least she can do for him is open it. Securing that Kili is still napping in his usual spot on the sofa, Max closes her bedroom door ever so quietly. With every passing second her heart beat picks up pace until the drumming of blood pulsates in her ears. Then, at last, she takes her place on the edge of her bed and crosses her legs beneath her body. Her fingers pick at the plastic and pull it closer to herself. Chants within her mind to not dissociate now, that she can do this, that all she needs is to take a breath and then another. 

There we go. Once the parcel is placed in the center of her lap and a pair of scissors slice along the upper edge, it feels a little easier to proceed. She peels away the plastic, lets it drop to the floor and lays out the garment across her duvet. A black leather jacket. It’s lined with dust pink taffeta while pink stitches decorate the seams and adorn the piece of clothing with something equally feminine and coarse alike. She can tell that every stitch was placed by his own hands, that the pieces were cut out and sewn together to fit a sheer visual memory of her shape. Nothing about it looks artificial. And it is its very uniqueness that holds Max’s heart in a deadlock because it was made only for the person who he hoped would wear it one day and that’s why he held onto it until now. A beautifully crafted garment and testimonial of his talents. She traces the silver and pink studs before turning the jacket to inspect the back - and that’s when her heart stops.  

                                               Babygirl

The hot pink letters stretch all across the back, shoulder to shoulder, in Guzma’s unmistakeable, artistically messy handwriting. Slightly misplaced to the left and beneath the letters, silky, purple stitches shape a fist-sized embroidery of the ReSkull emblem. 

Her hands snap back immediately as though she had burned herself, pushing the jacket off of her legs when she jumps up, chasing to her coat to fumble for her pack of cigarettes and the lighter. The balcony door falls shut hard, but even two cigarettes after, her nerves don’t feel any calmer. She’s shaking all over, arms crossed atop the railing and forehead pressed down on her palms. No, she needs a third - fuck her lungs, or that this habit will really kick her in the ass soon, Max’s already fishing out another and hisses a curse when it nearly takes a five story dive. “Fuck,” she whispers in between every exhale, drowning herself in blue smoke and nicotine. “Fuck.” 

What the hell was he thinking? By giving her that - it’d could’ve been a present she’d easily, happily accept, but the meaning behind the letters ran too deep, triggered too much, opened a hole in her chest that she just hasn’t managed to close yet. Entwined with a familiar beast she simply cannot feed, for it hungers for the past, for something new, starving for the one thing she never had moved on from. The beast’s name is longing, and it’s rearing its head with a loud, deafening growl. 

What was he thinking when he made it, though? Was he holding on to the past, or was he maybe processing the things he had lost with it? He did say he thought he’d never see her again…. so, wishful thinking perhaps? Some part of Max feels angry he gave her the parcel today, but he’s always been really fucking impulsive, hasn’t he? The empathetic part within her can’t blame him. Sitting on something for so long, while telling yourself you never, ever get to show it to the person it’s meant to be for - it must hurt. No, it really fucking hurts. She knows what it’s like. Still. Max scoffs very loudly while she squeezes the cig dead in her ashtray, and flips off the unsuspecting sky as a substitute for everything that has gone wrong in her life. 

She goes back inside.

The jacket remains untouched for the rest of the night. 

The next day, she hangs it up in her closet.

The day after, Max finally feels like she’s getting over something and takes it out again, when Rosie’s gone because Rosie can’t know. Appreciates the front side only without turning it around, allowing herself to feel impressed by Guzma’s craftsmanship. He’s always had a knack for designing, but this? A crazy step up from Team Skull gear. It’s - it’s really good. No, it’s beautiful.

Max skips two days before she’ll look at it again,  but this time, she decides to face her fear and takes in the whole thing. Heat rises to her face nonetheless when she traces the pink letters, drowning out memories of all the times she has loved him call her ‘babygirl’.Max 

Part of Max wonders how she’d look wearing it. This part’s quickly being shut up, though, and instead, Max finally reaches for her phone. Writing and reading comes easier now, she doesn’t rely on voice-to-text as much anymore, but this text still takes up a very, very long time to compose.

Guzma’s phone will buzz twice that night. 

[Text] You weren’t kidding when you said you found your thing. The jacket looks beautiful. Keep doing what you do. 

[Text] i do mean that by the way

It takes a fortnight and some days for Max to muster up enough courage for the final step. For the picture she is about to send him, she even dolled herself up with make-up, a pair of skinny, torn jeans and pink boots with black laces. Though the real eye catcher is the jacket hugging her shape so perfectly for the very first time since he gave it to her, it’s like she had been born into it. Guzma really had memorized her so perfectly, hasn’t he? It’s a bittersweet feeling, but…… she turns to the mirror nevertheless and crooks her red lips into a half-smile. Snap ….. and hit send a couple hours and a double-shot later. 

[Picture Attachment] Perfect fit! Gonna wear it to my gig tonight. Come if you want?

[Text] Hey… thank you, by the way. i needed some time, but i love it

#skulldxddy #💀 Ash is our purest form (Guzmax) #💀 Arc: Help me find a way to pass the time (Post-Game) #HHHHHHH THIS ABSOLUTELY VERY IMPORTANT PART OF THE STORY #this ask really fucked me up and i had so much fun writing this oh my god #MAX GOT REAL FUCKED UP OVER IT BUT IT HAS A SEMI-HAPPY ENDING #i hope u like it aaaa

[eternalnight8806-3]

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OMG LOOK I’M BACK!!!!!! IT ONLY TOOK ALMOST 9 MONTHS BUT I’M HERE WITH SOMETHING NEW FOR YOU GUYS!

I’m just gonna call this Dya’s Prompt because I suck at coming up with titles so there ya go.

Note: The baby’s name roughly translates to “dark snow”.

Category: SFW, One shot, canon continuation, fluff

Word Count: 2,013

Pairing: InuKag

Rating: T for language

I’d like to thank @cstorm86 for pushing me and helping me to finish this. It’s not my best, but it’s here and right now that’s what’s important.

Also tagging: @keichanz @noviceotakus-blog @hinezumi @morikothehalfangel

If you want to be added to my tag list, please let me know.

I hope you all enjoy!

Dya’s Prompt

(You’d be a great dad)

The

time since returning to the feudal era had seemed like nothing to

Kagome. Before she knew what was happening, two whole years had passed.

She and InuYasha had married soon after her return, this being the

happiest day of both of their lives. Until now.

As

she looked down at the face of her newborn daughter, Miyukiyoru, Kagome

couldn’t help but smile. She was exhausted beyond anything she’d ever

felt before, having had an intense 18 hour labor to deliver the treasure

she held in her arms, but the happiness she felt was the strongest in

her memory. Claw tipped hands came into her view, stroking back the

wispy silver hairs from their daughter’s face and tentatively touching

one of the tiny triangular ears atop her head. The resemblance to her

father was uncanny, with one major difference. Her ears were jet black, a

stark contrast from her pure white hair. InuYasha leaned in and kissed

the foreheads of both of his girls, the smile on his face telling Kagome

all she needed to know.

The

first few weeks after Miyukiyoru’s birth were a whirlwind of activity.

InuYasha always made sure to get up with her at night whenever possible,

knowing he could get by with less sleep than his wife. When Kagome had

told him about bottle feeding and pumping breast milk from her time, he

and some of the village women had fashioned a few makeshift bottles from

animal hide, complete with removable nipples for the baby to suckle

from. Kagome always purified these before filling them with milk

throughout the day to ensure her baby’s health.

She

was able to pump using these same bottles and a wonderful contraption

Miroku had somehow managed to scrape together, though she had no idea

how the thing actually accomplished what it did. She was grateful for

the respite and she loved that InuYasha could experience the bond of

feeding his child like she could.

This

particular night, about 4 weeks after her birth, was a tumultuous night

for the new parents, however. Miyukiyoru would not stop crying no

matter what the couple tried. She wailed deep into the night, frazzling

the nerves of even the ever patient Kagome. She was nearly in tears

herself when a miracle happened as she stood a helpless onlooker,

listening to her beloved speak softly to their daughter.

“…

didn’t like eachother very much at first, you know. She was this spit

ball of fiery energy that stood in the way of me getting the Jewel of

Four Souls. This was gonna make me a full fledged demon, ya know.

Something your daddy thought he always wanted,” he looked up at Kagome

then, “until your momma showed me I didn’t need to change who I am to be

worthy of love.”

Kagome stood, astonished, as slowly Miyukiyoru slowly stopped crying and started listening intently to her father’s story.

“…I

woke up on that tree after 50 years with your momma pressed against me,

smelling like the sweetest flower to ever grace the Earth, though I

wouldn’t tell her that for a long time. She looked a lot like the woman

who pinned me to that tree, so I was angry and bitter at her for a long

time, until she beat some sense into me.”

Kagome

smiled as she listened. She no longer minded being reminded that she

looked like her previous life, Kikyo. She had long ago let go of those

feelings of jealousy and regret. InuYasha had more than proven to her

that she was his choice, not someone who was thrust upon him by chance

or simply second best to his former love.

“…So

your momma took that claw and attached it to the arrow, she’s so

clever, isn’t she?” InuYasha winked at his wife, making Kagome barely

stifle a giggle. “But when the arrow hit that damn bird it shattered the

Jewel into a whole bunch of teeny tiny shards and scattered them all

across the country. And thus began our year long journey to find them,

and defeat Naraku,”

Miyukiyoru’s

eyes lit up when he spoke Naraku’s name and she cooed happily. Kagome

rolled her eyes. She’s going to be a little reckless fighter, just like

her daddy, and Kagome wouldn’t have had it any other way. She slowly

lowered herself down onto the futon and curled up to listen to her

husband tell the story of their adventure to their baby girl. It was

around the point that Kagome met Sesshomaru for the first time that

Miyukiyoru finally closed her eyes and slept.

Slowly,

InuYasha placed the tiny bundle down in her makeshift bassinet and

backed away from her tentatively, almost expecting her to begin howling

again. He slumped down next to Kagome and sighed.

“Geez,

when a little brat can even wear out a half demon it makes me wonder

how you damn humans do this,” he teased as he wrapped his arms around

her and pulled her to his chest. Kagome chuckled softly.

“Patience, young padawan. You will learn the secrets in time.”

InuYasha’s eyebrow quirked. “Padawan?”

Smiling,

Kagome shook her head. “Nevermind. Go to sleep, while you still can,”

she retorted before curling up against him and closing her eyes for that

much needed sleep.

The

next night was more of the same. Miyukiyoru just would not go to sleep

no matter what they did. So finally, InuYasha decided to continue his

story from the previous night, if only to test his theory.

“Alright

babygirl, wanna hear about your asshole uncle Sesshomaru?” In response,

she giggled and raised her arms out towards her father’s face. Smiling,

he began his tale again. “So, there we all were, your momma,

Sesshomaru, the toad Jaken, and me, all inside my dad’s, your

grandpapa’s, bones in this huge demon graveyard.” InuYasha laid her down

in her bassinet but didn’t stop talking. If anything, he became more

excited, using his hands to express his excitement. Miyukiyoru never

took her eyes from him as he walked around her telling the tale.

“He

wanted Tetsusaiga, see. He’d wanted it ever since dad had died all

those years ago. But see, your grandpapa was much smarter than your

uncle and wanted your daddy to have it because he knew that Uncle Stick

In The Mud would never be able to use it properly, atleast not until he

learned some compassion. So, he went through all that just to get this,”

InuYasha pulled Tetsusaiga from it’s sheath, revealing it to his

daughter for the first time in all it’s glory. Her eyes widened and she

cooed as she watched him lightly swing it around.

“But

Uncle Sessy couldn’t even touch the sword, babygirl. Full demons can’t

touch it because of a special barrier your grandpapa put on it to

protect it. He was so mad when he discovered that, he attacked your

papa, because we didn’t really get along real good back then. Amidst all

our fighting we didn’t even hardly notice your momma and when she

pulled the sword from it’s spot in that rock your Uncle Sessy nearly had

a heart attack I think.” Miyukiyoru giggled at that.

“He

went after momma then, attacking her with his poison claws. If not for

Tetsusaiga she would’ve died right then. But this sword protected her,

because that’s what it’s meant for babygirl. Protecting the ones we

love, so long as we have compassion. Your uncle and I had a big fight

after that, and I transformed Tetsusaiga for the first time that day,

though it would be a while before I figured out how I’d done it. Your

momma knew though, because she’s always been smarter than me.”

Kagome

smiled to herself. She loved hearing him talk to their daughter, even

about battles and swords. She couldn’t help but sit quietly herself and

listen to him tell the familiar tale. The way he told it had her

riveted. She’d never known he was such a good storyteller.

“…sliced

him right through his arm, cutting it right off!” InuYasha sliced the

air with his sword to emphasis his point, pulling a loud ‘ooooo’ from

his baby. “Uncle Sessy ran away with his tail between his legs. I don’t

think he ever expected your daddy to actually be able to injure him like

that. But I did, babygirl. And that’s how I ended up with Tetsusaiga.”

He looked down after that to find she had finally drifted off to sleep.

He sheathed his sword and stuck it in its usual place by the door.

“You know, she’s gonna be so spoiled with you talking to her like that,” Kagome teased quietly.

“Keh.

She’s my daughter. She can be as spoiled as she wants to be, so long as

she can hold a sword,” he quipped back as he settled down next to her.

“With you as her father, how could she not?”

InuYasha

looked seriously into his wife’s chocolate eyes. “I want to be there

for her, always. I never want her to have the life I had. She’s too

precious for that.”

Kagome

took his face in her hands. “She won’t. Nothing is going to happen to

us, InuYasha. Our village is relatively safe, considering. Besides, with

a demon slayer and a trained monk as her godparents, nothing is getting

near her even if something did, which it won’t.”

InuYasha

grabbed her hands and smiled at her tentatively. “Yeah. I know. I just

worry s'all. The thought of her growing up the way I did makes my

stomach churn. I know I ain’t gonna be the best dad, but I still want to

be here, ya know?”

Kagome’s

lips pursed in an angry scowl. “Listen here, InuYasha. I don’t ever

want you to say that again, you hear me? You are the best goddamn father

that baby girl could ever hope for. And anyone who says different will

have me to deal with. You understand me?”

Smiling,

InuYasha simply nodded before settling down and pulling her down with

him. “Go to sleep, wife. Or else you won’t have the energy to fight all

these naysayers.”

From

that night on, InuYasha told his daughter the tale of the Jewel of Four

Souls, it becoming their nightly ritual. Whenever she refused to quiet,

the story would always hush her, but only if daddy told it. Every time

Kagome tried, she just cried harder. Kagome didn’t mind, however. She

thoroughly enjoyed seeing InuYasha spend time with their baby. The story

was theirs and theirs alone, and she respected that.

Every

night InuYasha became more brazen with his story telling, including

Tetsusaiga more and more, much to the delight of his daughter and the

chagrin of his wife. Kagome made him promise never to actually use any

of his attacks while telling the story, only using the sword as a prop.

She often had to remind him of this mid-swing of his sword. He loved to

get carried away, if it made his babygirl smile.

Three

months passed before he concluded the story for the first time, ending

it with his marriage to Kagome. As he settled her down into the crib he

had just finished making for her, Kagome wrapped her arms around his

waist and pressed her cheek against his back. He squeezed her hands

before turning around in her arms and wrapping her up in his own.

“You know what?” She whispered to him.

“Hmmm?” He mumbled back to her.

Kagome

looked up into his golden eyes, “Even when you were trying to take the

jewel from me and acting recklessly all those years ago, I always knew

you’d be a great father. And I’ll tell you everyday until the day I die

if I have to to get you to believe it.”

Smiling, InuYasha dipped his head and brushed her lips with his own. “I believe you, wench.”

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*sexual content*

A crowd had gathered, big enough for their cheers to make the walls pulse with energy, explosions of loud screams and your favourite type of music, his music. You could've felt each small vibration hitting your fingertips, only if you weren't desperately grasping onto the couch, plush material trapped in shaky fists as Jackson claimed your body from behind, raw and fast and primal. The way he liked it before shows, his rock-star glazed adrenaline rush and the most pleasurable release of anxiety.

Your body was the greatest gift and he loved it so fucking deep, hands on your hips, gripping love handles with a touch of molten gold to mark his initials in red. You'd walk out of the arena dripping pearly and sporting the secret devilish signature of your man on every inch of skin he could reach, own and worship.

"Shit, baby." It was bewildering that rough voice of his, packed with kinky fantasies and trembling ever so slightly in the rhythm of quick thrusts; it made your insides melt in wildfire, because god, he sounded hot and felt even hotter buried where you ached for him so bad.

Your lips were swollen and glistening for biting on them hard, holding back those incomprehensible moans threatening to spill out your throat and let everyone backstage know how good Jacskon Wang fucked. It was his favourite melody though, to listen your every sound laced with delicacy and raging lust, hear you call out his name through steamy air. It drove him mad, his instincts taking the lead.

So he leaned down, palm travelling over goosebumps on your spine to scatter embers and pushed ever so gently, ever so forcefully.

"Babygirl, arch for me, just like that."

You obeyed and felt his pace speed up in an instant, barely containing yourself from confessing the most beautiful sin as he hit depths like never before, taking you fiercely, animalistic. The chains around your neck, his silver presents baring Swarovski and luxury, swung back and forth in sync to his greed.

"And say my name, baby, I want you to scream it out."

His command fed the flames inside you to uproar, clenching around him almost too much, in a suffocating tightness, and damn, he truly saw stars falling from the ceiling right then. When you chanted his name like a ancient prayer, the room turned into inferno, alive with the sounds of your wetness and his powerful intensity that had your knees weak and wobbly.

Hips slapping your bare ass, he went like a beast as need took over, guiding his length into you almost mechanically fast and you cried out, because euphoria was so fucking close. And it was satisfaction at its finest, sloppy and intimate, laced with groans.

His pleasure filled you soon and, with teary eyes, you took everything his body gave. Breath couldn't reach your lungs as another final pound lifted you into the highs of heavenly release, gushing pretty naughtiness around his dick. Jackson drove you through it like an expert. Well, truth be told, he was.

A kiss of affection and the boiling daze of sex adorned your shoulder when his lips pulled back and he was ready to shine on stage, still coated in remains of your love making.

"So good for me, my little hidden diamond"

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[ejosdust]

ATEEZ is a big mafia orginization which was secretly founded and built by Kim Hongjoong 4 years ago. Hongjoong has personally selected some of the finest criminal individual for ATEEZ and things are going really well inside.

"Boss, i just finished the target. Clean and clear sir!"

The boy standing tall and straight, his brown hair got messy as he pulled out his mask. He looks so young and handsome, wearing a full black outfit. And on his back, he carried his precious sniper rifle, the one he just used to take someone's life.

"Well done Yunho! You have my compliment."

Hongjoong sat on his big arm chair, hand running down to his little dark blue braid as he leans back in pleased. Hongjoong was wearing a suit, dark blue to match his hair, the one with thin white stripes, and he has some touches of silver jewelry all over his neck and fingers. Next to him, the girl who flipping pages of documents, is his girlfriend Juniel. She is now wearing a tight short leather dress, crossing her legs, her hair was tied up and she is focusing intirely to the paper works in front of her.

"Ms.Juniel" - Yunho greeted politely but she just nod her head and draw a smile on her mouth as an answer, eyes still sticked into the documents on the table.

"You can go now." Hongjoong lower his voice as he stand up and start fixing his suit "Be prepare for the next mission, understood ?" his footsteps coming closer towards Yunho "My bad if my girl make you upset or something, she has always been like that when she concentrate, you know right ?" Hongjoong let out a chuckle as he found out he just pushed it out a little too much.

"It's a joke Yunho, you still need to learn to take jokes in a better way boy" Hongjoong pat lightly on Yunho back, a sigh of relief came from Yunho mouth. I was just thinking too much - he said that to himself and walk out the door.

"Tomorow i need you to go grab some weapons for me, babygirl." Hongjoong sat down next to Juniel, casually drop his hand on her shoulder and slowly move his finger-tips around in circular motions. "I have an important meeting with our new customer, so i can't personally go and grab those weapons-" Juniel stopped writting for a while and then lean her body into Hongjoong's chest, she smiled as she corrupted his words "I will do it for you baby, don't worry about me."

"To make sure you are unharmed, i had called San - a brother of mine, not techinically blood related, but he can be trusted to protect my baby." Hongjoong say softly and take out the hairband as his fingers intertwined to Juniel's hair. She then relax her body and lie down on his thighs, not forgeting to pull down her skirt. "I guess this is too short on you baby. Why do you keep wearing these type of clothes ? It's uncomfortable and-" She let down a small kiss on his lips to stop him from talking nonsense "Because i like to and i look good in these. That's why." She giggle as she stand up "Don't say that you don't like seeing me in these skin-tight dresses"

"I do. But i don't like you looking this exposed to people out there, babygirl" He groans as let out a sigh of unpleased. "Then protect me harder from all the hungry wolves out there baby." Juniel smirks as she run out the door of Hongjoong's office. She seems pleased with his powerless reaction.

Hongjoong is the boss, he has the mighty power to simply kill people as he pleased or when he feel like it, he won't even blink once. ATEEZ growing big is his long last desire, he will do anything to protect and build it up. His words are rules, you must obey, or else. But those rules don't quite apply to Juniel, as rules for her are meant to be broken. She had came through thick and thin with him, being his greatest supporter in his lowest point of life. Because of that, she can do whatever she wants without minding about his rules.

Hongjoong loves her a little too much, which might become his weakness someday.

---

"Enough right?" Juniel say, looking at a man who is counting a suit case of money across the room. Then she take one knee down to check the weapons she has just received.

"All good Mrs." The man laugh loudly as he continues "I hope we can meet and do bussiness with each other again in the future."

"Sure! We will meet again someday Mr.Park Seonghwa." Juniel smile and bow as he jump into his black van and drive out of the place.

Juniel then slowly walk down the hall toward the parking-lot with a huge bag of weapon on her hand, the sound of her heels echoing all around. "So he said the license plate of the car is 1024 and it's black with a--oh found it". The car's door suddenly open, walks out a handsome man in a black suit with embroided red line all over the neck part.

"Hello, im San, Choi San. You must be Juniel, Hongjoong asked me to catch you up here and drive you home." He smile and let his hand out for a handshake. "Yes, nice to meet you San." She smile back and give him a greeting handshake.

"Ah-you won't mind having another girl sitting with you right ?" San ask in concern. "If you make sure she won't cause any fuss in our bussiness then it'll be fine." Juniel say as she slowly get into the backseat of the car.

"Oh-Rachel? What are you doing here?" Surprised at the presence of her friend inside his car, she can't help but open her mouth. Rachel is wearing a neutral grey tone two-straps dress, which is long enough to cover her ankle, it has some sparkly strap tying around to define and show her beautiful waist line. Her hair is bundled up nicely, on her lap settling a bouquet of variety flowers. "Jun-? It's surprised to catch you here. San and I just went out for a date in that fine ass restaurant we used to go together lmao" Rachel reply and then burst out laughing of the coincidence.

"So is he a financier like you ?" Juniel ask in wonder "Yeah, this date is all set up by my mom and his mom." Rachel let out a sigh of disapointment. "But he is nice, and polite, so i guess he ain't that bad." she quietly whispered and then paused a little "But hey, you knew San ?"

"Nah, not really, he is a friend of Hongjoong, a close one as i know" Juniel reply, her hand crossed in front of her chest, she raised her eyebrow up a bit. "Oh that's so! He might be a badass, who know someone like Hongjoong and also be his close friend." Rachel compliment with a little chuckle, she made sure San hear it loud and clear in the front-row seat. His little secret is now exposed. Things will get fun between us - a thought slip out in Rachel's head.

--

"Baby im back with the weapons." Juniel kick the door in and made it slam on the wall real hard, she didn't seem to mind it even though Hongjoong startled because of the loud noise. "Shit-you scared me baby!" he said as he turned his head back and quickly glance at the bag on her hand. "I mean i can say Seonghwa is doing good right now, if you wanna know about your long old partner" she walk toward Hongjoong and then collapsed right next to him, head fall back on the couch as she un-tied her hair "these new heels are killing me tbh" Juniel munmur, try to kick the other heels off her red and swollen feet, the movements leaving her thighs exposed further up more than it should.

Hongjoong's hands suddenly fall on her thighs, she startled because of the cold touch out of nowhere. "Too short-" he said slowly as he raise his brow "Ah-about the weapons-" she quickly tried to pull her skirt down and avoid the non-stop conversation about she's wearing something too short to bear for his liking. His grips on her thighs getting tighter as she pull it down, interrupted her speaking, it might leave a mark there as she feel tingle on her skin. Hongjoong then grab her chin and hold it to place, keep her eyes lock to his, his glare are so intense yet lustful at the same time. He pull her close and their lips begin to mash against each other, his tongue swirl and explore her mouth, he make ways to dominance and rule her mouth as the tension inside her rise up like a tide.

Both of their breathe are turning shallow and shaky, some moans being let out inside their throat, they all try to catch some air as the kiss grow more in desire. She then broke out from the restrain of his mouth, slowly slide her tongue down his neck, he tilted his neck and smirk "You are always freaky like this babygirl" he grab a lock of her hair to secure his position and then lean back to make it easy for her to access his neck. "You like it ?" she don't really need an answer right now, say as she suck the sensitive skin on his neck, he squirm a little and a groan escape his mouth in pleasure. "I love leaving marks on you, you look so sexy sir." She smirked and grinned her teeth as she continue to create marks after marks.

His grip tighten around her scalp, the other hand squeeze her waist close to his as he lean down and whisper "Babygirl, i need you to be on top of me." The hot air brushing around her ear make her tremble and her face burning up. He can't wait any longer for his lover to move, he grab her ass in no time and then pin her on top of him. "This is your throne babygirl. My dick is your throne." Hongjoong impatiently push her hair to one side, leaving her beautiful soft neck and sexy collar bones exposed to his thirsty eyes. He roughly bit into her neck, suck it harshly like a hungry creature devouring its prey. She moans into his ear, back arched with the sensation run down her veins, hands grip tightly on to his short messy hair. Her body heating up, sweats begin to form on their face.

Those moans quickly turn into whimpers, that back arched turn into humping against his harden sex. Their hips rock to each other's rhythm, his lips still glued onto her neck as he 'create' his path around that slender neck and collarbone, dark purple and blue mark risen up one by one.

"Oh-" the door isn't locked, someone just knocked and walked it "Did i just interrupt something ?" Yunho voice suddenly sound so husky and awkward, not like his usual voice. All their action got caught up in Yunho's words "Why did you come here ?" Hongjoong asked him calmly as if there was no one in a tiny dress who spreading her legs on his lap and grinding right now. "Ah-i just want to confirm something about our next mission, boss." Yunho gaze down on the floor, trying to not make eye-contact with his boss - the one look like he just went out of a war (sex war).

"I'll call you to talk about it later. You can go now." Hongjong move his hand in a gesture that say 'go out', only waiting for that, Yunho bow and leave the place.

"Fuck you Hongjoong-you embarrassed me!" Juniel punch him in the chest then roll herself down from his lap. He reacted an awful 'ouch' like it's a funny thing to caught herself un-guarded like that. "That was fun right baby?" he grab her ass and smash it as she leaning down and putting her heels back on. "Ouch-stop that. imma fucking kill you Kim Hongjoong don't make me." she growl in pain and anger. He seems to enjoy the scene of his angry and embarrassed girlfriend, he let out a smile and giggle in his throat as he watch Juniel walk out the door. "Wait me at home babygirl" he shouted towards Juniel, don't even know if she could listen or not, but who cares anyway, he will meet her eventually.

--

Juniel was taking a shower while she heard the door being unlocked, Hongjoong has just arrived home. Drying her hair walking down the stairs, she found Hongjoong talking to Yunho and Yeosang - another one in the crew just like Yunho, but he specialize in investigating places and people. Juniel smile at them as a greeting.

"Joong, i gotta go out for some of my bussiness. I'll be home soon." she announced him, Hongjoong just nod his head in reponse and go back to the discusion about the upcoming mission. Realizing that, she quickly go upstairs, change her clothes as she dial Kay's number - a person who got kick out of the organiztion because of his betrayal action. Which is unlikely for a girlfriend of the boss to do something such as getting in touch with a betrayer.

"Hey, can we meet right now ? I got the weapon ready."

"Sure, meet me at Des. in 15 mins."

Juniel had never talked about her past relationships with Hongjoong, even though he almost begging her to share her past stories. She just found that wasn't nescessary to bother him with all of her dark past and toxic relationships. He got works to do, things to deal with, there isn't only 'her' in his life. So, there she go, trail down the same old path, keeping touch with her ex - not really ex, Kay's just a hookup buddy before she knew Hongjoong. But since Kay was sly, he got some tapes of her having intimate sex with him, recording it without her consent, which is a shame for her and even the organization if that was leaked.

"Jun, long time no see!" Kay stood up from his seat, open arms like he wanted a hug. "Hugging is not a part of our bussiness." Juniel denied as she saw his gesture and sat down on the barstool next to him, odering a Margarita like she always do. Then realizing somebody sitting next to him, she raised an eyebrow of concern toward that person. "Yes he is my partner, his name is T.U." Kay quickly response.

"Can we talk somewhere else, i don't think i can trust your new partner." She stood up as she whisper in Kay's ear, holding her drink. "Wait for me here T.U." T.U nod as Kay speak. Walking wearing a simple black body skirt and a two-straps velvet top might caught his devil eyes, as she feel his gaze starring on parts of her body. "So, let's get back to work, shall we?" she hum her throat to draw his attention, lean her back on the couch she just found in the corner "Sure," he paused and then sit down "Where did you store it now?" He talked as he sip his drink. "In the warehouse near my place. It is fully guarded from head to toes, you might not get through it without losing an eye or maybe your heart if things get worse." She smirked out "But i can help you, if you delete all those clips. Or i can't make sure anything." She tossed her drink on her hand, mixing the ingredients together before sip a bit.

His expression darken but he agreed on her suggestion. Maybe he just agreed for her trust? Afterall, she couldn't neglect all the possible outcomes, she has to repair for the worse. Suddenly, the phone rang, it's Hongjoong calling, Juniel turn her face sideways to take that phone call. "Baby, what are you calling me for?" She pouted as she answer "Do you want something to eat at night?" the voice on the phone reach her ears "Lemme think--fuck--" Out of nowhere, Kay jumped on her body, left her sentence interrupted. His hand crawling on her thigh, tugging her short skirt up, he is trying to get a way with her. A thought of making his way to rape Juniel came to his mind so suddenly, he found it quite interesting. So he did it for fun, to take control of her. Kay and Hongjoong has a feud since he kicked him out of the organization because he snug ATEEZ weapons out to sell for some other smaller groups.

"Where are you Jun ? Tell me now." the phone is still on hold, Hongjoong might just heard all the things. His voice sound cold like a rising storm, she can tell that he's so mad, that scenario bring shiver to her spine. Hearing that, Kay lean down to whisper to her ears "If you tell the truth, i will reveal to him that you're nothing but a betrayer like me." he chuckle under his breathe. "Ah-i am out with my friends," she forced a laughter out "I just s-slip because of the water someone spill on the floor so i swear a bit, there's nothing tho-" she mumble and then continue "I gotta go, it's loud here and my friends wanted me to join them at the dance. See ya at home baby!" She quickly hang up and drop the phone on the table, the position is still the same with Kay on top of her.

She stared at him in disgust then struggle herself out, he let her go since there's no one hearing it anymore. Then she stood up, checking her outfit while swearing in her throat. Kay standing there, smirk in pleased, crossing his arms in front of him, he thought it was fun while he can caused Juniel some type of troubles as her boyfriend did to him those past years.

Suddenly, Juniel felt a hard grab on her arm, she turned around to see San standing there gazing a cold harsh look into the situation. He stood there with Wooyoung - another member of ATEEZ. Look like they were here and see her with Kay from the start. Not even waiting for her to response, San raised an eyebrow then roughly pull her out of the place without saying anything. She struggle to break free but it's useless, he's too strong. Their pace slow down as they reach the parking lot. "Don't do anything to hurt Hongjoong, he loves you." Finished talking, he quickly jumped into his car and drive out of the place, without taking a glance at Juniel's expression.

--

Ever since that day, San and Wooyoung seem to notice and be aware of Juniel actions more and more. She still sometimes text Kay when she's around all of the guys, also around Hongjoong which irrated San a lot. Watching your best friend's girlfriend cheating and betraying him with somebody else but you can't do anything with it without causing some fuss. San stood there, trying to hold his will to literally throw some fire within those eyes, he clenches his fist hard in anger each time.

San's weird reaction in days has driven Hongjoong attention toward him, which one day ended up with himself holding the barrel of a loaded gun against San's temple. Hongjoong look up sharply, lean himself comfortably on the table behind him, hand holding the trigger and ready to pull anytime. "Don't.ever.touch.her." he grunt under his throat after a smirk. "Huh?-" San gives out a faint smile then take a quick glance of Hongjoong expressions. "Why do you suspect everyone but..i don't know? HER?" he raised a brow up, saying words in a lower tone than usual, hands constantly loosen his tie up. He doesn't even care one bit if Hongjoong is going to shoot him in the head or not, who even care if a stupid mafia boss getting his nose lead by some betrayer. Not him of course, Hongjoong better watch out, if he dies, game over, no one is going to tell him the truth. "Oh shit-" Yunho and Wooyoung who standing across the room, rapidly rush themself toward Hongjoong and San when they realized things are much more WORSE than it look.

"Maybe it's a misunderstood or something," Yunho quickly intterupted the conversation while trying to keep his boss from pulling the trigger "Yeah yeah, San's already has a fiánce." Wooyoung keep up the sentence, standing behind San in worried. "Rachel, her name is Rachel," "There would be no such thing as he liking Juniel, boss!" They all sound shaky in their voices, what if someone going to die ? They wouldn't know, so they gotta make sure no one goes over their limits today or blood will stain the place. Suddenly, they hear a dinstant crack cutting through the air, then the sound of shattered glass echoing loud and clear within the walls. Hongjoong just shot. A pop coming up like a short-distance fireworks, then after that is a sound of metal hit the ground, broken pieces of bullet spread unevenly everywhere. Everyone is shocked while looking at the direction of the noise, except Hongjoong. He slowly drop his gun on the table, then turn his face toward the door saying "I will always trust and forgive her, even though she did wrong things to me. Remember that." Finished the sentence, he walk out the door as if nothing has ever happened. Yunho and Wooyoung let out a breath in relief. "That was close.." Yunho hold his heart "I know right, shit was getting really intense." Wooyoung reply, hands patting Yunho's back. They both go out of the place shortly afterward, the only one left was San, standing there and looking into the void, thinking should he tell him the truth about her? After all those lives and deaths expreriences.

--

Not so long after, like only 2 hours after that, rumours begin to float around like garbage on the river. Juniel heard all the things about her man willing to kill his bestfriend because of her, about the fuss between her and Kay which caused San in trouble. He must have been killed if there weren't Yunho and Wooyoung there. She couldn't help but feel guilty and disgusted of her own self.

"Hey, it's Juniel, are you free for a drink? Like right now, i need someone to talk to." Juniel pick her phone up and dialing her friend Rachel, she can't bare staying home and thinking about her life decision anymore, she need to go out and talk to someone. Maybe Rachel could help. "Yeah, im quite free at the moment. I could meet you up Jun!" Rachel on the other line reply cheerfully. "Thanks god. I'll text you the address. See ya in like 30 mins?" "Okay, sure, see ya there" They hung up their phones, and preparing to go out.

"Rachel, have a seat then!" Juniel arrived at the place first, sitting herself comfortably at the counter of the bar. "Nice pub! A good place for drinking your sadness away lol." Compliment went out of Rachel mouth as she look at the designs and decorations inside, she didn't forget to make a joke and burst out laughing at the end of her sentence. "Your taste of things are still the same." Talking as Rachel glance at the glass of Margarita on Juniel hand. "Yeah, nothing has really change much since." Juniel sip one bit of her drink, squinting her eyes because of the strong taste of alcohol, then she continue "Strong one. That's why i love this place." "Other places use of alcohol suck, aren't they?" Rachel say as she sit down next to Juniel, hand pointing at a Mojito on the menu. "I'm not a big fan of strong drinks, so imma play it safe tho" She smile and continue "So, what is it all about? Why did you call me out of the blue?" Rachel cross her legs and draw all of her attention to Juniel.

So, not waiting any longer, Juniel started speaking about everything that happened right now, which were driving her insane. "You're afraid, but why did you do that anyway?" Rachel forcefully ask while looking straight at Juniel eyes. She avoid Rachel's look then lean down to sip her drink, clearing her throat "Kay has my secrets. I'm scared of him letting my secrets exposed to Hongjoong." The door suddenly creak a sound, which brings both of their attention toward it. "Oh fuck not again-" Juniel sighs in displeased looking at the people who walking in right now and then whisper "I completely forgot that this place has now under the control of Kay." Hearing it, Rachel clenches her teeth "Oh-speak of the devils, is he the one in white shirt?" "No, it's T.U. his new partner. He is the other guy in black."

They both trying to avoid Kay and T.U. by turning their back to the entrance, but things aren't going the way it should. The footsteps are coming closer and closer then a cold hand suddenly slip on Rachel waist, she startled and glance up for a man in white, trying to have his way with her. "Well look at that, a new girl in town." T.U. say provokingly, fingers on the other hand playing with her hair. Rachel annoyingly push his hand out of the way, she don't want anyone to touch her without her consent, especially a douchebag like him. T.U. hand quickly grab her chin up, hold it into place as he speak to her face "Be a good girl and pleased me for one night, or i will make sure you're not coming out of this place alive baby."

"Well," Juniel click her tongue "you could have sex with her or kill her, but after that, lemme tell ya, it's more dead than alive." She stand up watching the view, didn't forget to say a statement to his face. He probably won't want to see Rachel's fiánce got mad. No one want to. "Take it easy Jun, i wanna see T.U. have his way with your friend." Kay hold Juniel hand back, which is reaching out to push T.U. hand away from Rachel face, and give out a smirk. Juniel stare at Kay in disgusted while Rachel struggle her way out of T.U. hands. The pub getting heated up by the situation.

"Tsk, call Hongjoong!" Rachel keep her voice downn as she say, enough for for two people to hear, herself and Juniel. "I can't. If Hongjoong meet Kay, shits will turn into a disaster." Juniel whisper back. "How about i call...San?" Rachel nervously mention. "I won't really recommend that tho.." They exchange eye contact in fears. They fell in silence for a few minutes, those man eyes still lock on Juniel and Rachel. Then Juniel decided to go down and try to negotiate (thương lượng) to the mans about letting them go.

Suddenly, Rachel phone rang, it's San calling. She is too afraid to pick up her phone because she is being caught up inside a not-very-pleasant situation so she don't wanna bother San dealing with this, and maybe if she pick up, that guy named T.U. will start to annoy the shit out of him. Ting! a text message coming up from San, help pulling her out of her own thoughts, which said: "Pick up the phone! Don't let me find out where you are right now." While Rachel hesitated should she pick up or not, T.U. and his sly hands quickly steal her phone, he pick up right after. "Where are you?" - the cold icy voice coming out of the phone. "Oh, im having fun with these guys in the pub." T.U. answer and the other line hang up right away. T.U. burst out a laugh and give her phone back, while Rachel eyes widen with suprised, that thing happened so fast she can barely react.

About five minutes after, San and Hongjoong both show up at the door, bringing Yunho and Wooyoung to the place. They kicking the door in, three of them having guns on their hands, only San came in with nothing. Hongjoong started speaking in a serious tone, hands loading his gun. "So, tell me Jun, why did you want to steal the weapons for Kay?" He then receive no answer from her, Juniel has placed her eyes down the floor since she saw him walking in, trying to avoid eye-contact as much as possible. "Ah-because i have negotiated to sell those weapon to an oganization in America, but ATEEZ got it first. So i asked her to steal it for me." Kay reply in rejoice. "Sure. Yunho, take the weapons and give it to him." Hongjoong turn his head and give his command out for Yunho. "Yes sir."

"And Kay, after you have had your weapon, i don't wanna see you have things to do with Juniel ever again." Hongjoong grunt and look at Kay straight in the eyes. Those piercing gaze Hongjoong give out could possibly kill someone. "But, beside that, you don't know what had Juniel done with me." Kay seems unpleased with the situation being so easy for Hongjoong to handle, he thinks if he give all the weapons out things will end? Not so early my friend, challenges need to be made. He painted a faint smile on his lips as he walk closer to Hongjoong, provokingly speaking. A loud bang then appeared, too loud to hear clearly, then after that it sound as small as a whistle. It's a close range gunshot.

Looking down on the floor, Kay's lying there, no state of life remain. Blood spill all over the place, it stain the walls, brain and skull pieces flew all the way across the room. People yelling and screaming, finding their way out of the mess, someone has already passed out. And there standing Hongjoong, look lifeless as he just has been forced to finished the prey. Rachel has already stayed in San arms when that gun shot burst out, San is fast enough to guess the thing that will happened as he pulled Rachel in right on time.

Cold words coming out of Hongjoong mouth again "Even that, you don't have the right to insult Juniel." He then turn his back and walk out without looking back. Leaving Juniel standing there, not knowing what to do or how to feel, she just standing there like a statue. He's filled with anger and disapointment. Why did someone he loves so much betray him like that ? What should he do right now ? Will there be a way out of this mess ? He keep his head ruined with his thoughts spilling every way possible.

Watching Hongjoong leaving, San then make his way toward T.U., who is standing there in fear since his partner died in front of him. San grab his shirt up by both hands, angry voice growling under his throat. "What did you do to her ?" As he talk, his fists clench tighter and tighter like he wanted to lift T.U. up the ground and throw him dead in the corner. "Noth-ing. Just a litt-ttle teasing that is-s it sir." T.U. mumble as if he's scared of losing his own life like his partner here. If he didn't back down from it, he might get killed and oh god that doesn't sound good. A punch then come out of nowhere, landed on T.U. face, everyone in that pub can clearly hear the thump moving sound as San fist collide to the cheek bones area of T.U. After that, T.U. whole body collasped on the ground, blood leaking through the corner of his mouth, maybe San broke his nose too because that punch was hard as hell. "So, what do you say?" Saying as San drag T.U. face of the ground, making him look straight to his face. "I won't ever-r come around her again sir-r" San tilted his head and smile happily "Good then."

Then he drop T.U. back to place, eyes glancing at his bruised knuckles. "Why do i always have to do such things tsk." he said to himself as he stand up, put his hand slowly back into the pants pocket. "Sorry for letting you see this Rachel." then he bow down to apologized. "Ah-it's nothing San." Rachel reply, eyes looking other ways "Shall we go now ?" He reach his hand out, Rachel quickly understand his intention, she put her hand onto his then they walk out of the pub.

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As they were walking, San forcefully ask "So, what did he do to you ? Did he touch you somewhere ?" "He touched me everywhere." Rachel make a pitty face as if its the truth. His holding hand suddenly loosen up, his breathe got faster and veins coming out of his neck as they going to pop out anytime "Wait for me as i come back and kill that guy." he growl under his breathe, words come after words filled with anger. "No-no, i was kidding-" Rachel say in nervous while trying to grab his arm and pull him back from causing more trouble "He just touched me at the waist and that's all." Her voice got smaller and smaller, after finished the sentence, her grab on his arm start to loosen up, she look at her feet, helplessly waiting for an angry San to grow out of him. "Fuck i caused trouble for myself." - she said that to herself as she felt San getting closer to her. "Come with me." San say as he pull her arm with force, push her into the backseat of the car.

"Uh-what-?!?" Rachel confusingly response as her back hit the leather seat of the car, her whole body lie weirdly in the backseat. Unluckily, 'waiting' is not in San dictionary, he rapidly narrowing the distance between him and her, his face now only an inch futher from her face, he then adjust his leg right in between her thighs as he lean closer. San hands are parallel outside of Rachel head, holding her into place while his leg sliding upward her skirt which made her skirt to roll up. "So, you said you've lied to me? For fun?" He smirk as he watch her thigh starting to rub against each other, her face lit up in rosy color, her hands trying to cover her 'nearly' exposed self. "I didn't mean to-San." Her voice somehow sound broken, which appear to San ear as a beautiful choir from the one he loves. "Really ?" He lower his head and whisper provokingly into her ear, which send shiver and goosebump through all of her body. She squint her eyes, try not to feel the thing which run in her veins right now.

He then put his hand sideways to her waist line, the coldness from his hand make her body jump a bit. "Now i know why he touch your waist first-" his slender fingers seize her waist then he continue "because it's exposed to his eyes." She bite her lower lips, trying not to let out any possible sound. His eyes then glance slowly from her head to her toes, she look so beautiful, like a dream come true, he want to save her picture right now in his mind and never let it fade away. Then he slowly kiss her lips, a kiss felt light like a feather, she kiss him back as a respone. Their tongue intertwined to each other, her hand crossed on his neck, pulling him closer. Take that as a yes, he begin to devour her lips like a starving animal which haven't eaten anything for days. His grip on her waist became tighter, their breathe rapidly become one, they let out moans and groan within their throat. They soon let each other out to catch some air, her face is getting hotter than ever, both of their heaving chest risen up and down desperately finding some oxygen in the narrow space.

His eyes then drop at her neck and collarbones which now covered with drops of sweat, make it shine so marviously in the faded and flickering lights. He then lean down, bite and leave some red marks on it. She give out a soft moan then quickly try to cover it with her hand. "Let me hear you." He remove her hand from her mouth and roughly pin it to the back as he undo his tie and use it to secure her hand on top, then tying the tie on the door handle. "If you don't like it, i could stop and untie you. But only when you say so." He started his movement down there, knee touching and circling around her already soaken part. She let out a moan, louder than before "Good girl." He praise her as he slowly move his hand down, fingertips touching her neck, her collarbone, her waist then her part. She couldn't stop shivering by his actions, his touches. He start putting his hand inside her panties and massage it in a circular motion gently as he watch her reaction. She squint her eyes together, biten her lips and turn her head sideways, soft moans still leak out of her mouth even though she try so hard to conceal them up. Putting a kiss on her forehead, he slide his index finger inside her, a suprised groan crawl out of her mouth, her body twitching and squirming while her pussy leaking more juice out. He begin to move slowly in and out, trying to make her experience more comfortable. He then put another finger in, stretching her out carefully as she try to struggle free from the restrain, sweats begin to form on her forehead, moans started to fall out uncontrollably. "You really sucking me in. Such a good slut for me." A passionate kiss is now formed on both of their lips, like the wave of desire come over and take both of them out of the land, they hungrily explore each other throat while their tongues dancing inside. His finger pace then become faster and deeper, he curl his fingers to find her g-spot and then he knew hit them perfectly when she try to struggle his fingers out of her with broken moans and shaken legs. "Fuck-you're so hot." he whisper on her ears, still keeping that pace of his fingers. "San-n-i can-t." She mumble as she squeeze his finger, her words barely formed into sentence. "I'm not done yet." His tongue travel around her exposed neck, licking and sucking its way around while his hand still doing its job so damn well. He then roll her top up, reveal her beautiful breast, his teeth biting her nipples, tongue swirling around in circle, sometime suck it hard to make her moan out. Her moans are music to his ears.

"S-an--im going to c-um." She tremble, legs twitching together, herself sucking and squeezing his finger like it wanna trap those inside her, eyes closing and mouth can't help but open wide as she reach her limits. He body temperature risen up like a volcano ready to explode, she squirming and let out broken moans once again. "Then cum for me like a slut you are." His words have pulled the trigger inside her, she let out all of her on his fingers. Heaving chest, shaken legs, blurry vision after she let it all out. "You taste good, as always." He say with a smirk as he suck his fingers in pleased. "Don't talk to me like that." She avoid eye-contact with him because he probally gonna tease her if he saw her blushing face. She then sign 'untie me' as she look at her hand and wiggle around. After untied her, he help her fixing herself and clothes up, also wiping all the filty things they just done a few minutes ago. "Now shall we head home princess?" he smile as he jump in front and take the wheel, not forget to check her up one last time. "Sure baby. I need to take a bath as soon as possible, this itchiness is now killing me thanks to you." She glance at him in anger. "Oops, my bad princess. I guess i could make it up to you by cleansing you up when we get home ? How about that ?" He chuckle as if he has just made a funny joke which embarrassed her. "Shut up and drive or i will kill you." She threaten him as the wheel rolling on the way.

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Juniel finally arrived home after the whole incidence. Her mind is now drown in puzzled, in thoughts, in regrets and in apologizes. Walking in their shared bedroom looking as dead as ever, her eyes get caught up within Hongjoong gaze. His gaze was cold, cold as ice and in that moment, she can't remember how he normally were. How sparkly those eyes were only for her, how his smile curl up beautifully when she push the door and came in, how he shown his affection toward her,..it's now all blank.

Like a white torn paper. Blank and Ruined.

"Hongjoong, you can decide how you gonna take my life right now, im not gonna fight back or something like that." She stood at the door, looking at him straight but he's just narrow his eyes down, focusing on the laptop which was on his lap. "Get that thought aside." He look up, closing his laptop. "No one's going to die tonight. But in this mean time-" He toss his legs down, put his hand in his pocket and walk toward her. His eyes landed on her face and on her expression, he wonder what's going on in her beautiful yet mystery mind. Does she love him or is it just a game for two ? Will he win this or will her take that mighty tittle from him ? He won't know, nobody knows.

"-you have to make up your mind and answer this question: have you ever love me, or not." his figure stood tall in front of her, his voice turn strict and it sound as a command, the way his words always affect everybody but her. "This house, you can stay for as long as you need-" he paused and take a deep breathe, his eyes avoid her face, as if he's torn if these words get spoken out. "-But, if you decide that you're not in love with me anymore, you can simply go, and from that moment, we won't be involed within each other life anymore." he then let out a light pat on her head, his fingertips may want to linger longer on each strand of her soft dark hair but he couldn't, his hand fall down in a fist as he put his hand in the pocket and go out.

The words ruined her, as a dull knife get stab inside of her heart, the veins covered it were struggle to remain its beat as the knife dance itself around in circles to damage the already bruising wound. Blood start streaming out of holes inside her body, her guts get twisted, the pain is now too much to endure. She collapsed on the floor, water start to form inside the corner of her eyes, the world then turn blurry as if its drowning. "I've ruined every-damn-thing." she growl in desperated, her nails unconciously stratching the wooden floor making unbearable noise. Drop of warm tears landed on the ground, mix with the crimson color of her blood spilling through the tip of her fingers.

"Fuck-" Yunho ran up stairs as he hear strandled and broken noise. When did he have the key? "Are you okay?" He nervously pick her up on the ground, blood is still leaking and dropping on the floor along with her tears, which create a beautiful and wild picture of the kinda fuckup mixture. "Boss tell me to look after you when he's away but fuck- i don't think it can be this worse."

"Ah-it's fine, really." She blink her watery eyes then get herself back to reality, she is now sitting on her bed when Yunho kneel himself under it to dress her wounds. "Aish-" she squint her eyes because of the pain. "Is it hurt?" he stop his motions and look up to check her "Just tingling a bit." she paused "Thank you for coming." her eyes drop at her fingertips, slowly check out the sore from her movements. "It's a command from boss, i couldn't do any different." "Sure thing. You can leave now, i will take it from here." she toss her eyes out as a sign, he then stand up, bow before her and leave, not forget to say something on his way out "Please take care miss."

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The night she spent without Hongjoong beside her was long, longer than expected. The flickering lights outside the building, the cold breeze came through the window, the breathy sound she made while laying in her bed, slow music playing in the background,..it all formed in a large empty space - their home - used to feel like home to be exact.

She lay there wide awake all night, watching the sky change it's apperance as time went by. From the color of enternal crimson, illuminated itself behind endless skyscraper, to the fresh rosy glow hidden itself behind those soft looking clouds. All of that turn out more than enough to calm the rising storm within her mind and her heart, maybe just for a short amount of time.

There were no sign of her boyfriend in the house, he would be always sitting at the kitchen table and wait for her to come down to have breakfast together. But today, he's nowhere to be seen, which break her heart a little bit. Trying not to think too much about his disappearance, she grabbed some left over stuffs in the fridge for somewhat called breakfast and sat herself down the table.

"Hey, it's me again, are you currently free ? i was going to grab you for some early coffee." she dialed her phone and called Rachel once again. "Ah-im sorry i can't go with you today, i have some kind of idk- sore in my body so, it won't be comfortable for me to go out." the voice sound like a whisper as someone just got woke up from her sleep "Oh- okay, take your time resting at home." She paused and took a deep breathe, "But-uhm-can i ask you something?" the words spilled out her mouth in hesitae. "Im listening." Rachel voice tone got lower, which is now feel like a serious bussiness.

"What can i do right now, like along with the whole incident nights ago, Hongjoong did ask me something and i am now torn different direction-" Juniel paused and let silence get a whole of it "I mean- Jun," Rachel voice glow up through the phone in a serious and comforting way "i know you regret what you've done toward him, and shit got worse because you try to hide things, but now it's your chance to make it up and be honest with him..He loves you as passionated as he could, that's why he is now hurting. Real bad wounds you've made lol." Rachel chuckle at the end of her sentence. She then put force into each words that went out of her mouth which stumbled into the other line "Learn from it." After those last words, Rachel hang up, the conversation get cut half-way.

A sign of that call get her mind back on track, she slide through her phone, wanting to call and check on her boyfriend but she texted him instead. 'Hongjoong, will you be home for dinner? I got something to tell you.' - A text was sent, Juniel don't want to bother him by calling and get herself in trouble after hearing his voice. Not so long after, she receive a reply.

'I'm out for bussiness, i will be back after 2 days and then we can talk. I guess you have your answer now right, so see you then.'

'Okay, then see ya! Take care.'

She drop her phone on her bed, burried her face down the piles of pillows. "2 days." she whisper to her ceiling "then its all or nothing."

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Two days went by, standing in front of her is her dearest boyfriend - her boss - the leader of ATEEZ - Kim Hongjoong. He look a lot leaner than the last time she saw him. His jawline is looking way more sharpen than a knife and can easily cut through his thin layer of skin, his cheekbone raise higher than before which made his cheeks sink down. How did he become so slender in that short amount of time ?

"Have you had dinner yet ?" The weirdest sentence ever formed getting spoken from Hongjoong mouth. "What? What do you mean?" She startled by surprised, unconciously took a step back in worried. "I said, have you had dinner yet ?" He say that once again and look at her straight in the eyes as he raise one brow up. He look very concern and strange. "I have already but-" "Good. I've already had dinner on my way home. Go to sleep dear, it's late." He interrupt her sentence then took his turn to walk out the living room. "Wait-i do love you."

Her grip on his shirt force him back as he try to sneak away from a serious conversation she wanted to build since like 3 days ago. "I meant it, i love you Hongjoong."

"Yeah i know, that's why you're still here." he rub her head, his eyelids close slowly "Hear me and go to sleep first" he say as he walk away from hern leaving her disapointed. "But you know what babe,?" he suddenly stop and angle his head sideway "I can forgive you sweetheart, you and only you, but i can't forgive for the thing you've done to me that easily."

She then found her wrist being pulled with extreme force, his fingers wrap around it tightly as if it can leave marks. His movements were furious, she can barely stay in balance with her own foot. "I mean, you've been a bad girl." Her back touch harshly in the cold wall behind, his elbow land on both side of her head and a grunt came out, leaning himself closer to watch each of her expressions. "My bad. I'm sorry.." Her eyes stick to the ground as she speak "Look at me." His slender finger lift her chin up. Their eyes then collided, once look shuttered as it tried to hide it true feelings, once look heavy in sadness. "Things wouldn't have gone bad if i didn't accept the offer. I was scared- I.." She mumble in her throat, her voice get broken and her eyes get teary as she try to speak.

But in a split second, her cries get stuck between his lips, his kiss is so addicting yet painful to the touch. He slide his tongue inside her mouth angrily and wandering around like a lost child finally found his perfect home, he crazily bite her tongue and her lips until they both feel the taste of iron.

Red and sticky liquid spill of the corner of their mouth, which then turn out to become too painful to bear, she try to get away from the animal but he's too strong. Being a boss of a mafia organization has trained him to be powerful and fearless. She's been pinned into her place like a figure of animal hung on the wall as a reward, after an exhausting hunting session.

Can't move, can't scream.

She struggle in his restrain, crying and begging him to let go. But he didn't seem to care much about her reaction, he continue to devour her hungrily. "Bad girl need to learn how to behave." He then push her down on the bed, finally letting air to fill her heaving lungs once again. He brush the hair out of her face, take his time to admire the figure of his beloved one, who's covered in sweat, breathy sound and broken moans, before he fuck the life out of her. "Know that i love you." A kiss drop on her forehead, warning about the thing will happen after that. An angry session of sex maybe ? But she's too worn out to respond probally, just let out a light breathy moan as an answer. His intention today isn't pure. That's what she know.

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Days after, things might have gone back to normal, nobody act weird as the days before anymore. But, they all have to (or try to) pretend that the incidence hasn't happened, beside that it's all good til the moment T.U walked in with a bunch of people carrying weapons.

"Long time no see boss." T.U carry a rifle on his shoulder, looking bossy as he rule the place. Hongjoong raise his head, cock a brow then calmly spin the pen in his hand "Why do you come here?" He ask stony. San's head turn backward as Hongjoong speak up to see who's standing at the door sound so fucking cockily. "Ah-you again?" San say as he turn back, slowly sip on his cup of tea.

"To keep it short," T.U smirk "I want ATEEZ. A whole army behind me won't take a no as an answer." He walk closer to Hongjoong's desk, dragging his rifle on the ground creating annoying sound. Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang then pull their gun out and take a step foward to protect their boss. Hongjoong lift a hand up as a sign for them to stand back from the arguement. "As a person who needs another country help, my bad if i offend you Yakuza, that's a bold statement for you to say oh boy." Hongjoong stand up and let out a smile, he push the chair out to create a space for him to walk out. The sound of his shoes touching the floor echoing the silent place. Yakuza is another big mafia organization, it's like ATEEZ but in Japan. Hongjoong expression didn't change a bit, maybe he let out a small smirk as how stupid T.U. is to mess with ATEEZ. San still sitting there, sitting and sipping his tea in peace, bother about nothing, even when the situation is getting in the nerve of people around here.

Hongjoong and T.U. now standing face to face with each other, the atmosphere is becoming more intense as time goes by. "Don't make me to fire any bullet. Which will mean war to everyone in here." T.U. voice raise up as a threat and he continue "Beside, look at the amount of people right here, my guys are way much more compare to yours." He make an action of brushing dirt on Hongjoong's shoulder and burst out laughing.

"You disgust me." Hongjoong push T.U. hand away from his shoulder and keep a straight face as he talk. He loosen his tie and put both of his hand in his pant pocket. T.U. startled as he think Hongjoong was going to pull out the gun, his hand movement shutter while he try to pull his rifle up for protection. "Relax. I won't shoot this soon." Hongjoong chuckle then turn his back and walk toward his desk, as he was walking, he felt a cold metal barrel reaching his head.

"Don't fucking test me." T.U. grunt in his throat, his finger got closer to the trigger. All of the ATEEZ member startled and point their gun in T.U. direction, Yakuza did the same thing to ATEEZ. Dead silence filled the room.

"Stay put. Im going to check things out there." Juniel whisper firmly as she slowly lower her body and crawl out to study the situation. Juniel and Rachel were making some kind of deserts in the kitchen while they heard metal sound smashing around and some strangers voice. "Is something wrong?" Rachel ask quietly, avoid creating loud noise. "As I observed, they're going to have a gun firing, soon." Juniel nervously say as she loaded her gun, put her hand on the trigger.

"There there," San turn around as he speak, he slowly put his cup down, the sound of it and the sound of his calmly voice draw everyone attention. He cross his legs, eyes piercing forward. "Don't be so impatient like that. Let's talk things through, shall we?" He sound exactly like a bussinessman dealing an offer to a customer, cautious and reliable. "What do you want to talk about, huh?" The gun now turn its head toward San "You wanna play with me right? Im not done with the last time you nearly hit me to death, Choi San." T.U. angrily put force into each of his words, finger still set into the trigger.

San suddenly burst out laughing, T.U. akwardly look at his reaction, his grip on the trigger then loosen a bit. That's the chance, Hongjoong quickly pull the gun out of its place in his belt and fire a shot. Waitting no more, a gun firing start as soon as the first bullet flew out of its barrel. "Shit-too soon Hongjoong." San swear as he try to find a place to hide under those bullet rain. Yunho quickly cover as he slide a gun toward San, took no time wondering, San grab the gun and loaded it as soon as possible and find his way to fire.

Hongjoong stand there, firing non-stop towards T.U., trying hard to hit him in his deadly part and finish him, but the unequal part of the individuals cause him lots of troubles. Wooyoung deadass seriously come to the gun battle with his shotgun and dagger for a close range fight. Yeosang hide behind the counter as he try to contact the others to come and give them a hand, sometimes look up and throw greenades toward the enemies and often terribly knock down some walls and funitures. Yunho stand beside Hongjoong as his right arm and kill anyone who stood in the way with his favorite uzi.

"Oh my god they're fighting do they?" Rachel ask in concern but don't expect an answer while the firing sound keep getting louder and sharper. "I need to keep you safe." Juniel say as her hand drop on Rachel's. "Don't worry." Not so long after Juniel ended her comforting sentence, a loud shout then appeared.

"BOSS!!" Yunho shout as Hongjoong fall down right beside him, Hongjoong then took his last effort to fire one last bullet towards T.U. The bullet spin itself around, swirling and cutting through thick air and smoky scene, land right on T.U. heart while he cockily watch Hongjoong fall. Not the right time to laugh i mean. T.U. collapsed not so long after, his heart stopped beating in that right moment.

Juniel quickly rush over to check Hongjoong out in the zone of falling bullets, not even afraid of herself getting killed. Fuck it her boyfriend has been shot and she couldn't do a thing about it. Wooyoung and Yeosang take the responsible of clearing the path which lead to Hongjoong place. They, included San, surrounded Hongjoong in circle, bullet spin out non-stop from outside trying to protect the inner circle.

"Fuck im running out of bullets"

"Me too"

"Shit-"

"What do we do now ?"

"Die. Duh."

"I have some spare knives if you want?"

"Give it to me and stop fucking around will ya?"

They argue as the Yakuza narrow their distance, ATEEZ bullets starting to weakly approach their enemies. "As my count, 1-2-3 GO!" San shout as a command, just wait for that, they all turn to different direction and throw blades, sliding the enemies neck open. But this plan can't hold for long. Knives vs Guns? Fucking kidding me.

Juniel has tried her best to covered the wounds but he's bleeding too much through the veins of his neck. She tried to put pressure on his blood shot neck by her shirt, tried to keep him concious, tried to save his life. But, nothing gonna change the fact that he's already dead minutes after all of her efforts. The wound was too deep, hit right through the main veins of his neck which caused blood boiling out like a freaking waterfall. Watching her man fall in front of her, slowly giving his life up but damn he's fucking not forgeting to smile and comfort her that things would be alright before he gone - afterall. His delicate hair strings stuck into his beautifully shaped face, his eyes closed shut, his smile still lingered on his lips. Fuck that shit, everything about him was so beautiful and yet, hurt as hell. She paint out a smile, slowly touch every corner of his face to memorize it, intertwined her hands to his as the body gone cold. A kiss drop on his forehead, she mumble those three words with a smile before standing up and put herself in the fight.

"Don't fucking fuck with me and my guys." Now the circle has one more person, the only person who has a fully loaded gun. Juniel start to fire her bullets, tears covered her eyes but the thing is, those tears won't stop her from killing. Anger grow in her eyes, burning flames and dead bodies. She has to get herself back together and killing is the right thing to do now. Aim restlessly at people and watch them fall down like a castle of cards facing the wind.

One by one. Dead.

Red vision. Darken eyes.

"Shit-" San just got shot on his chest as he swear, one hand put pressure on the wound. They're all hurted, one place or another. Not one man is safe and sound. Oh well except Rachel - she's hiding and turn more worry after she heard San swear of the pain, her fingertips collide to each other, her palm begin to sweat uncontrolably as she pray to herself everything would be fine.

Then suddenly a group of ATEEZ trainees come in, armored to their core, firing every enemies down. "Wow, so soon!" Yeosang drop down on the floor, provokingly say as he glare deathly at the leader of that group.

"Good job guys we fucking lost our boss" Yunho rub his messy hair while looking at Hongjoong body and sigh. "I will fucking kill you all after today." Wooyoung threaten, point of each of the individuals. Rachel has now came out to take care of San wound with an emergency kit on her hand. "Let me handle it, it might hurt a bit" Rachel say softly as she open San shirt and try to pull the pieces of bullet out by a twizzer. A tiny ouch leak out of San mouth, which Rachel find it cute and funny at the same time. Finished covering San wound to stop it from the infection, she then continue "First aid, then you all will go to the hospital." She then turn herself over and take care of others wounds carefully.

"Juniel, you got some slit in your arms and waist." She look up and find Juniel slowly close her eyes and shake her head as a no. After that, her figure dissapeared with Hongjoong body. "That might take a while." San sighs sadly, leaning himself back and try to move his chest up and down. "Keep an eye on her, please." Rachel speak up, almost sound like begging, her eyes filled with worry. "Sure, we will. Don't worry." Wooyoung answer quickly, gazing his eyes through all those dead bodies in front of him.

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Bodyguard  (Park Chanyeol x Reader smut )

Author's note: Kindly leave your feedback! If you'd like me to expand this series with other EXO members or maybe a multi-chapter with PCY, lemme know! ❤

You're bored already.

Bored out of your mind.

This is yet another fundraiser gala, one of the countless such functions you have attended. It is all so predictable. Men dressed in custom made tuxedos, women dressed in elaborate ensembles from the latest fashion week collections.

You were bored of it all. The expensive watches, the even more expensive jewellery.

You walked in eight inch Louboutins that felt like razor blades affixed to your heels, dressed in a custom-made Versace gown. The black silk clung to your body like second skin, emphasizing every single curve and dip of your body. Your hair had been coiffed up into a chignon, done by a celebrity hairstylist whose name you had already forgotten.

A flute of champagne in hand, you walked through the crowds, wanting to escape.

Your world was perfect and polished and embellished and organized. Your whole life had been meticulously planned out for you, served to you on a silver platter. But you didn't want any of it.

You didn't want to inherit your father's multi-billion dollar empire. You didn't want to spend the rest of your life attending such tedious, cumbersome events, raising money for this disease or that social cause.

You wanted to write. You wanted to be free. You wanted the world to know of your thoughts. You wanted to express yourself. You wanted to escape. You wanted to run away. You wanted-

The touch of his hand upon your wrist jolted you back to reality. Just the slightest brush of his skin against yours felt like a bolt of lightning.

His voice was a whisper against your ear. "Are you feeling alright, Miss?"

Miss. It was all part of the charade, because your parents were nearby, your mother watching you closely even as she chatted with some Senator's wife.

You had drunk plenty tonight, your mind buzzing from the expensive booze you had downed listlessly. But it didn't slip past you that he was offering you an out. An escape.

With a quick squeeze of his hand you silently told him that you understood. He gently took the half-empty flute of champagne away from your hand as you made your way to your parents, a hint of a smile playing on his full lips.

"Mother," you adopted your best 'I'm not feeling well' voice as you approached your parents. "May I be excused? I'm feeling unwell."

Your mother looked at you with suspicion in her eyes, but didn't say anything when your father excused you from the party, allowing you to leave.

"Take her home, will you, Chanyeol?" your father addressed him, your bodyguard.

"Of course, sir," he replied, the picture of courtesy.

You placed a hand upon his arm, feeling the sinewy muscle beneath the fabric of his suit, letting him guide you away from the gala. To freedom.

"Thank you," you murmur quietly as you make your way to your limo, the November night air chilling your exposed skin as your heels click against the pavement.

"Don't thank me just yet," he says, his voice deep and velvety. Dripping with seduction.

The raw desire dancing in his dark eyes tells you exactly how this night is going to go...

In the car, the partition is drawn up, giving you the privacy you need while the driver takes you home.

It takes you every ounce of your restraint not to make a sound, even when you are in Chanyeol's arms: his lips at your neck, his hand between your legs, two fingers inside you. Knuckle deep.

You pressed your lips to his neck in order to stifle your moans, your manicured fingers clutching at his broad shoulders.

"You've gotta stay quiet for me, princess," he breathed against the shell of your ear. "Can you imagine the scandal if someone found out?"

You nod against him, biting down on your lip, hips grinding down into his hand, letting him touch you.

It felt incredible, the expert curl of his fingers within you, the tips of his digits just barely stroking that spot inside you, making you whimper. Making you wetter with every passing second.

He was teasing you just right, building up the pleasure and the anticipation. It was an unspoken promise...

I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name.

And you wanted it. More than anything.

You wanted to forget.

The moment you were ensconced in the privacy of your bedroom, Chanyeol was upon you.

Wild and untamed.

Between frenzied kisses, he ripped away your dress, revealing the lace thong you wore underneath it.

"Didn't wear a bra, huh?" he asked, reaching out to undo your hair from its updo, freeing your locks.

"This is how I like you," he spoke, his voice sending shivers down your spine, making your toes curl within those infernal heels you were wearing.

He seemed to read your mind. "Keep the heels on, darling," he said, smirking as he pulled down your panties, shoving them into his pocket. A souvenir.

Pushing you down on your bed, he raised your legs and hooked them over his broad shoulders. You noticed that he was still fully dressed and grinned. It was his favourite way of fucking you. Him fully clothed while you were completely naked.

You watched him unbuckle his pants with one hand, his other hand reaching into his pocket for a condom.

"No, baby," you moaned, mind already gone because of the alcohol. And your lust for him. "Fuck me raw. No condom."

He groaned upon hearing your request.

"I want to feel you," you cooed. "All of you."

And when he dove into you, you were lost. He glided in so easily, you were so wet and ready for him.

"Fuck, princess..."

He hadn't drunk a single drop of booze at the gala, but as he fucked into you in quick, precise thrusts, he was intoxicated. Groaning and grunting. Sweat beading on his brow.

"Such a tight little cunt," he spoke, biting down on his lip. "You take my cock so well."

You threw your head back against your bed, crying out in ecstasy. This is what made you feel alive. He made you feel alive.

He took your breath away. He set your heart racing. He made you mindless with pleasure. He set your soul on fire.

Your first orgasm came upon you quickly, and he clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

When you came to, he was still hard as a rock, throbbing within you, your walls fluttering around his girth.

Pulling out of you, he flipped you over onto your front.

Rough hands grasped at your hips and he pulled you up, ass in the air.

Using whatever energy you had left in you, you raised your head, turning back to look at him.

Chanyeol cupped your ass in his palms, parting your cheeks before leaning close. He spat, sending a trickle of his saliva down between your cheeks, a hand coming between your legs to massage it into your swollen folds.

"Mmmm..." you moaned. "Yes. Dirty me up like that..."

He chuckled.

After all these months of these secret trysts,  Chanyeol had learned your body. He knew exactly what you wanted, how you wanted it.

Lining his cock with your cunt, he rubbed the tip against your folds. "Daddy's little girl is such a slut for me, huh?"

You tossed your hair over your shoulder to look him in the eye. "You're my Daddy now..."

He sank back into you, his fingers digging into your hips and you welcomed him with a shuddering gasp of his name, eyes falling shut.

Chanyeol knew exactly how to unravel you, how to bring you apart. Piece by piece. By now, he knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew you like you were an extension of himself.

One strong arm came to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, your back flush against his clothed chest, your sweat and slick staining his suit.

"You're mine, princess," he groaned into your ear, his free hand hefting your hair into a makeshift ponytail around his wrist, tugging your head back.

He was fucking you like you belonged to him.

Like he owned you.

"Yes," you moaned, biting your bottom lip. "I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm all yours..."

You knew you weren't going to last long under the heat of his passion. And neither was he, considering how he was panting and cursing under his breath, his mouth brushing against the corner of yours, your cheek against his.

Reaching back, you curled your hand into his hair. "Come inside me, Chanyeollie. I want you to fill me up."

"Fuck, babygirl..."

"I'm yours, baby," you cooed. "All yours. Just come inside me. I want to feel you. I-"

You could never finished your sentence as your orgasm claimed you suddenly, your words dissolving into a loud moan.

The steady clenching of your cunt around his cock only spurred on his own release and granting you your wish, he came inside you. Long, hot spills of his seed filled you up. Just like you'd wanted it.

"Such a spoilt little girl," he groaned, grasping your chin and turning your face to his. "Always gets what she wants..."

You chuckled, feeling truly happy and content, as you kissed him deeply.

He always made you happy.

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By Bast - Chapter 14 (Erik x Reader)

A/N: This chapter was a tiny bit shorter than usual but I hope that it at least has a similar impact in terms of story progression :o. As usual, comments and reblogs are appreciated!! <3

How long exactly can this man run for? You were starting to feel the dull throb of ribs getting sore from the repeated impact of every step he took. This had gone on for about five minutes and you had had about enough.

“Is this really necessary?!” You shrieked, thumping him pointlessly on the back a couple of times.

“Nah, but it’s convenient as hell though.” He replied. Eventually, he plopped you down, but before you could straighten yourself up on your two feet, N’Jadaka pulled you back around a corner and softly clapped his large hand over your mouth. Your eyes grew wide in panic, but he put a finger to his lips, and brought you into a crouch with him.

Two guards passed by, their chattering louder as they approached. You wondered why you had not heard them initially while N’Jadaka clearly had. He peered around the wall and motioned for you to follow him.

You continued to sneak past station after station of surveillance in the castle. It was as though he knew the grounds like the back of his hand. Every footstep was quiet yet sure, and every turn was calculated. However, the most unnerving part of following him was that you seemed to traveling deeper and deeper to the center of the palace, rather than outside.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” You finally whispered, once you had reached the familiar ornate statues that adorned the entrance to the main wing. Instead of answering, he commanded you to stay hidden.

“Stay back.”

You nodded, and he went ahead, vanishing into the darkness. Out of view, you heard a muffled cry and a loud thud. Then a second.

N’Jadaka came back around to get you. You gulped, as you followed him back to collapsed bodies. Thankfully, bodies and not corpses. N’Jadaka caught you giving him a look, and raised an eyebrow. You quickly averted your eyes, looking to your feet.

Finally, the two of you stopped in a small room that seemed to house nothing but a large expansive mural. Your companion watched, almost transfixed at the image. On further inspection, you realized it was a painting depicting the royal family lineage from the time of the very first Black Panther to now. You noticed conspicuously that while his own father, T’Challa’s father and T’Challa and Shuri were accounted for in the image, N’Jadaka was not.

He made a sound between a half-hearted chuckle and a scoff, then reached into his shirt to pull out a plain necklace with a silver ring. He placed the ring on his finger and in seconds the mural appeared to dissolve. All that was left was a narrow, dark path and you both ventured inwards.

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Nothing lay more than a foot before your eyes but pure darkness as you ventured through this secret passageway. However, staying close to N’Jadaka was a bit calming, if not dare you say, comforting. Never mind the fact that you were literally walking into the abyss with someone who could contend for the title of the real-life boogeyman. You made sure to keep a buffer of space between you as you followed closely behind him, so as to not accidentally touch him.

Too late. Losing your footing on what felt like uneven earth, you stumbled into his hard back. He stopped, and you felt a lead weight drop into your stomach.

“Walk in front of me.” He said, sternly.  You obliged, nervously. He closed the distance between you however, such that you could almost feel his presence physically. A few moments passed as you walked in silence before you were brave enough to speak.

“How did you know exactly where to go?”

Again your words were met with silence. N’Jadaka really was not trying to answer any questions today. You guessed you would just stay curious.

Suddenly, your leading foot tapped metal, and you stopped. N’Jadaka pushed past you and felt the air in front of him with his hands, then you heard the heavy creak of a metal door sliding open. He climbed up a couple of metal steps and then reached out his hand for you to follow.

You climbed up and found yourself in what looked like the inside of an old train car, about ten feet long from back to front. N’Jadaka had flipped a switch that illuminated the small enclosed space, and now he sat at the other end of the vehicle before an antique-looking control panel with switches, buttons and levers. He worked busily for a couple moments until the car shook and roared with life and suddenly you were moving.

You took a seat finally, and leaned against the window beside you. Outside you could make out train tracks, revealed by the bright yellow headlights at the front of the train. You were pretty sure Wakanda hadn’t had trains this primitive in the last hundred years. These must have been one of the routes of the original vibranium mines in the city you read about as a kid. Clearly it must have been sapped dry of all of its resources, since it was so dark, missing the soft purple glow of vibranium ore. This would have been perfect for an escape route for the royal family, now that you thought about it. You took a passenger seat, deciding to allow your legs to rest for however long this break would allow you.

You watched N’Jadaka from behind, noting how his broad shoulders relaxed as though he escaped imprisonment in foreign territory on the daily. Pressing your own hand to your chest, you recognized your own steady heartbeat and irrational calm. You were running away from your homeland with the man who had tried to turn it on his head and who had also murdered your only family. Things had stopped making sense the moment this man had arrived.

N’Jadaka had ruined your life, but seemed to be giving you a new one. Contemplating this, sleep came to overtake you like a sly thief, your eyes closing shut on the image of N’Jadaka finally turning back to look at you.

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Your eyes creaked open the moment you sensed the train screech to a halt. Disoriented for a brief moment, you jolted back to life as N’Jadaka gave you a look before dismounting the train. Following him in a hurry, you trailed him as he made his way out of the mine.

For the first time in your life, you were in what could only have been called uncharted territory. The chirp of crickets and buzz of small insects that flew by night were sounds foreign to you, as were the hum of mosquitoes that attempted to bite your face and hands, the only exposed skin they could get to. Even though it was the few hours that separated the late night and the early morning, the cool breeze generated by the foliage was offset by a sticky, oppressive heat surrounding the two of you. You continued to venture into the jungle following your partner’s lead, N’Jadaka not saying a word to you.

You walked for what felt like hours, feeling more and more idiotic the further you traveled. Pursuing this man who would not speak to you, throwing away your whole life for what you think you saw, what you think you heard, and what you think you felt? This was dumb, so very dumb, you mentally scolded yourself.

Finally, you stopped in your tracks. N’Jadaka kept walking for several steps longer, then stopped once he no longer felt the echoing of steps behind him. He turned to look at you, wordlessly.

“Where are we going?” You demanding to know, calling out to him.

In the brightness of the full moon, you could see his neutral, tough expression soften ever-so-slightly. Finally, that familiar smirk materialized once again. You realized that you had begun to miss it in the span of just a few hours.

“I was waiting for you to ask, babygirl. Looked like you’d follow me to the ends of the earth, no questions asked. It was cute, though, no lie.”

Your eyes narrowed.

“We’re gonna find shelter for the night.” He reassured you. “Then there’s a cabin out-”

Your blood-curdling scream cut him off, as a beast came out of seemingly nowhere in the deep jungle and charged directly towards you with all its might. Your fight or flight response did neither in this instance, and instead as you crouched in a protective stance, hands above you to protect your face, all of your muscles and joints seemed to freeze. Your eyes clamped shut, waiting for the worst.

Nothing happened.

Your eyes peered open, and you found yourself surrounded by a translucent protective barrier. The animal must have been rebuffed and stunned by the shield once it pounced onto you, because it steadied itself shakily on its paws, shaking its monstrous head aggressively side to side. Still frozen in place, your eyes darted around trying to make sense of what was going on. They fell on N’Jadaka who looked at you in concerned shock. The jungle cat now seemed to have renewed rage at missing an easy meal and now repositioned itself to charge once more.

Before it could spring a second time, N’Jadaka charged the beast shoulder-first like a linebacker, knocking the snarling jungle cat to the ground once more. He gave it a crushing blow on its snout and you held your breath as he delivered next blow after blow, blood splattering and staining his face and clothing.

As the creature let out its agonal breaths, N’Jadaka stayed kneeling on the ground, heaving with fatigue after having pummeled this now helpless creature into the soil. Your barrier dropped as you moved slowly towards him. It was so, so easy to forget how violent this man could be, and this was your reminder.

He stayed still, watching the animal die for a moment as you approached. You placed a hand gingerly on his shoulder, hoping to snap him out of his trance.

“Thank you, N’Jadaka. For protecting me.” You said, softly.

His breathing slowed and he rose to his feet. You took a few steps back to give him space. You wondered if you had made that barrier yourself or it was divine intervention, or somehow even N’Jadaka himself. It really would not have been so strange considering you’d just forced your hand through a wall like a ghost just hours ago. You’d figure out what was going on later.

“Let’s keep moving. We gotta find somewhere to sleep.” N’Jadaka replied, his voice no louder than a murmur.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you and trailed him closely. He stopped suddenly, turned to take a long look at you, and with his expression still neutral despite a new warmth behind his eyes, spoke again.

“Call me Erik from now on.”

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Soap

This is just a rambling drabble with horrible grammar and much fluff - a/n

It’s a nightly routine. Uproarious laughter echoing off the bathroom walls. Jimin is propped on his elbows against the tub, his expensive clothes soaked through to his skin. His daughter’s tiny fists working handfuls of soap over his hair he willingly bends towards her despite the painful scrunches that are sure to leave knots. And the mountain of soap in her hands has nowhere to go but on top of his head too. And when you remind them they are the slowest people on earth he’s wrapping her shivering limbs up in a towel, one her little voice whispers, “Soft.” She’s against his chest swaddled up and pointing out how daddy’s jeans are soggy and he can’t help but kiss her forehead as he sludges out the room and shivers at the chilled air in the hallway.

And it’s the same slow routine every night but he’s in love with the little girl who is life itself and she can only see him once or twice, if she’s lucky three times a month so when he puts her to bed she’s fighting sleepy eyes to stare at the face of a man who she loves as much as the stars he points out to her at the windowsill right before they climb into bed together. She settles against his neck and shrieks at the sensation, crying out for mercy as he rubs his face against her cheeks, asking if “Daddy needs a shave?” and she cries out “yes!” a hundred times. Their smiles mirror one another as they finally open the book. It’s story after story because this one is her favorite and this one is her teddy bear’s favorite and this one is her pillow’s favorite so they must read them all. When he finally slips out of bed her sleepy hands cling to all the fingers she can hold and asks him to check the closet. He reassures her its safe. She begs again and “Yes, it’s still safe. Daddy’s house is always safe. He wouldn't let her sleep in a scary bedroom, silly.” And then she’s stalling through her yawns, asking for another tuck in and when his hand shushes her because Mommy is walking by and is wondering what’s taking so long, she catches the glimmering one and asks about the silver on his finger and he smiles and says “It’s Daddy’s ring for Mommy because i will love her forever and she will love me for longer.“ And she pouts, asking where’s Daddy’s ring for her? And he compromises, saying if she will go to sleep he will give her one of his tomorrow morning. “Really?” “Of course babygirl.” and he never leaves the room until she asks him for that song, the one he loves to sing to the fans about lying (“That’s bad, Daddy!” “I know baby. Never lie okay?” “Okay!”) and she’s barely conscious but she also wants the song Daddy sings to help Mommy sleep because, yes, one night she sneak-peeked at their door and finally, finally, she wants her song, the one where she is a butterfly because her secret wish is that one day she will grow wings if Daddy sings the song every night and then she can fly with him all over the world. And Jimin knows about this secret wish but he doesn’t say anything, just tries to hold back his tears listening to her soft snores and it hurts every bone in his body to leave the room. but his wife is waiting for him and he knows somehow these two beautiful girls will pull him through these strangely exciting, yet heartbreaking years and will be there for him on the other side of it all.

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